Crossing the Trinity on the Skyline Trail

Every one that I have come across when discussing the new Trinity Skyline Trail noted as everyone  else did that there were trails on both sides of the Trinity but no one could state with any certainty where the bike trail would cross to the other side. Today, I found out.  The city parks and recreation guys are pretty knowledgeable about what's going on and with the aid of a supervisor from all-places, Burkburnett, Texas, could even provide more information since his company was the project contractor.  Burkburnett,Texas

The new ramp down to Trammel Crow Park off the new Sylvan  Avenue Bridge

is west of Wichita Falls just 2 miles off the I-44 bridge crossing into Oklahoma. That is right at 100 miles to go home or to come to work. Later, I was thinking that my uncle who was an electrician and driving that distance every day was just part of the job. He worked on Cobo Hall when it was being built with the Joe Arena. Now, the Joe is being torn down.Then, he worked for years upgrading Detroit Wayne County Airport. That's Metro. So distance like that isn't really a problem if  you want to work.

I had gone down to the Anatole to see if the Michigan Spartans were meeting the public but I had missed the events for the day. On the return, driving out Harry Hines to see if the new Parkland Hospital was clearing out the fences so a shot of the magnificent architecture could finally be taken. Usually, it takes five or six trips to check on the best times for sunlight--morning--afternoon--evening. During the Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge build, it turned out that the best sun is afternoons between 3PM and 5PM in the winter months. This time of year when the angle of the sun is still low, even the morning shots can be more silhouette than morning sun normal. As I crossed the new Sylvan bridge, I saw a car at the new ramp that goes down to the boat docks and the parking lots of Trammel Crow Park. I turned around and came back and went down the new ramp. Later, the contractor super told me that he and the crew opened the ramp to traffic last night. Today, the crew was setting the post that blocks off all the areas of the new trail except the two parking lots and the boat ramp. He showed me where the crossing from the east bank over to the west bank would be made on the old Sylvan bridge which is at trail grade below the levees.

Now, it was clear where you could cross on the north end. For now, there must be a new crossing on the south end and I'm thinking that it will be the I-30 Maggie 2 bridge since it will have a pedestrian and bike way on the bridge. But, for now, if the weather ever comes back to normal for north Texas, I can park in the Continental Bridge parking lot or the lots at Trammel Crow and ride both sides of the river. It's marked as 6.2 miles from the old Sylvan bridge on the new trail.

There will be new wet lands north of Sylvan and the banks of the Trinity have really been cleaned up. The crews are still working and the estimated completion date is mid February, or about 6-weeks more work. The Trammel Crow lake is now drained but is being cleaned up and then will be re-flooded.

Special Post for Texans

 Texas Residents Special Notice. Big Bertha in London Live New Feed Images Are Showing Up In Post.

The University of Texas Alum Band and Big Bertha, James Bowie High School Marching Band and Dallas' Lake Highland High School Wranglers dance troupe are in Trafalgar Square, London, UK today pre-performing for London New Year's Day Parade.

Currently, and on a 48-hour rotating cycle, is showing 32 images on Alamy Live News Feed. On the cycle, they are already on page one, row 4 and middle image. As time passes and feed images are added, they will move right and drop down another row.

You can go to the link: http://www.dallaspaparazzo.com  or click on the "a" in a black square on the right hand column of this blog. Scroll down until you see the "a". Click the box and a window will open up. Click the same black box with "ALAMY" and then the "live new feed". Look for the image and headline and it will open up to all 32 images. You can click on those images  and  purchase an image. The London photographer gets full credit for the image.

I could not pass up letting people know that they can see the news feed. And, I would watch the feeds daily as other photographers may post live feeds from today or tomorrow or at the parade itself on New Year's Day.  Also remember that England is +6 hours ahead of our time as they are on  GMT.

Book Covers

Sometimes, I get blown away by the simple question. Then, it occurs to me that comfort zones for people limit their ability to expand their horizons. A recent experience was noted when someone who watched me photography various things around a fairly popular spot at White Rock Lake. She came up to me as I was getting ready to leave. "Can I ask you a question, sir", she called out. I stopped as she walked over to where I was standing. She ask her question. I tried to give her the best of answers and not be silly. Her reply was, "I would never have guessed that in a million years."

We talked for nearly a half hour about photography and landscapes but mostly about graphic arts in so many businesses. Book covers, CD covers, albums, e-books were just a few uses that she had never thought about. Then, as if another drive kicked in, under a head of auburn hair tied back in a pony tail with grey roots along her temple. At that moment everything began to fit together, she could see the full picture as it was intended. When I showed her the in-camera image, she said that she had done some writing but never did  much with it afterwards because she didn't understand the full process of the publishing process. Selecting an image and putting it together with her manuscript, she could complete the process of e-book publishing as a start with minor software additions to her computer.

An old Sycamore tree that is one of my favorites from year to year.

It was a reality check for me in that you think most people looking at a picture could relate it to how images are used, but they don't.

The Fickleness of Fettle

The title almost seems like an Arthur Gordon chapter title. Although it is not, I'll take credit for this one.
A morning that has already tickled the brain and tinkered with the memory.


Somewhere in time, I do remember who they were, but I can not tell you when or where in time I learned this fact.Probably as a child most likely. This morning, while reading articles and scanning the web for the state of the world affairs, I heard the names Caspar, Balthazar, Melchior. I'll come back to that later on.

On the Local Stage

Years ago, I spent a lot of time running around the office putting out fires. Someone would generate one here and there then set on it until it began to spread before coming to me and  telling me about the problem. I didn't enjoy those situations but along with the nice office came the firetruck, hose and nosels so to speak. The hat just morphed into what ever the situation was for the day. I was always glad when I could put that folder in the pile of closed problems.
However, that was then and this is now. Now, when Texas gets below 30 degrees F, I feel it even with a layer or two of clothing. And here is the fickled side of  human nature in that situation. I don't go out for the frosty sunrises and foggy mornings anymore. I blame it on the battery pack getting cold. Which it does, but is still a poor excuse to not go get those shots.

The Nations Struggles

We haven't found MH 370, have not totally cleared the flight that was shot down over the Ukraine.  Now there is another missing plane in the Java Sea to add to the list. But even more fickled in scope is how the world's number one retailer--Walmart-- could receive and sell PS4s filled with rocks rather than electronics when Walmart is known for its high-tech RIFD inventory scanners and in store wall of eyes everywhere but in the receiving area. Shrinkage starts at the distribution center level, continues down to the store receiving level, then to the in-store theft that goes out the front door. It can also go out the front door as a sold item, then the box is filled with weight and returned during the busy return season. All-in-all, it's another fine example of the Fickleness of Fettle. Inventory to and fro of boxed rocks. How fickle is that? I'll tell you. It's Fettled in Fickleness.

Have you come up with the answer to the three names yet? How about the names of the three Magi or Wise men of the East. Okay, a simple kiss my grits will do for the wise men of the East.

 Point with No Counterpoint

The point is..life will mix things up for those locked in their comfort zones. Never say never because it will come back on you. For those that prepare for that shift that will not come during this lifetime, it really didn't matter in the first place because when it comes around again, very few of us will ever be remembered in a hundred years. The preachers sermon or the commercial that brings a laugh about being careful what you ask for because you just might get it--from the good Lord or from a genie in a bottle-- is really a possibility of and/or in life. A million buck wish becomes a neighborhood of a million  reindeer bucks! The story about the guy who didn't like to fly and prayed he would never die in a plane crash retires and drives to Florida only to be hit and killed within the first hours of being there crossing a street.

 I see a younger generation growing up with their nose in a phone screen and I wonder what they will write about in their years when they look up from their screens and discover that life is just about to the final act because I really do not believe that they ever see that day in their future.

 There isn't an app for that. There isn't social media to bring back that lost time with family. There won't be a YouTube video that will draw six figure hits of the funeral director watching your casket settle into the vault and the lid being placed on before the grave diggers dump a load of dirt in on the vault lid. That's fettle my friends, nothing fickled about that.

Time to go eat some homemade vegetable and ham soup with a glass of red wine. I made it yesterday and it was good. Today it will have increased it flavor  10-fold. With the  first of three cold fronts already here, it's either chilli or soup time and I'm thinking soup to finish out 2014 and chilli in the new year. One thing about Texas is that we eat simple--but we eat good.

The was on the first day of Spring a couple of years back.

Christmas Day 2014

Well, the evil empire of Christmas Merchandising has raked in their haul for another year and some have even found ways to squeeze out even more dollars between now and the first weeks of the new year. The Dow average moved into uncharted waters again during the final days before Christmas.

The financial giants of the investment houses are getting ready to grab what little is left for the less than one-percent (notice how many one-percent  movie stars are dumping their multimillion-dollar homes for half-price lately). Warren Buffett is even reported as being concerned while answering questions for six hours at the Berkshire-Hathaway annual stockholders meeting this month in Nebraska. Payton Manning is using the Omaha at the moment.

The reading of the tea leaves isn't looking good, all-the-while, the economy is bustling according to Washington and some noted pundits of the blog-o-spheres that sometimes seem to be running up and down the pole like gale warning flags on the seashores marinas. Come on 2015!!

I've done something unusual this year. I cut the thermostat back to 60 degrees and put on a sweater. At night, the top sheet and a downed comforter makes for the best sleep that I have had in years. It's been worth it too. Checking my dashboard for my electric usage made me almost choke as I took a swig of coffee just before reading that normal usage for users was 1300 kWh and my like users were 650 kWh. The chocking swig came when the sea saw chart said that I was at 303 kWh for the month with only a few days to go in the billing cycle. That fact with gasoline prices at $1.84 at my last fill-up two days ago combined with my 10-percent senior citizens discount at K-rogers with their electronic coupons on featured items is fantastic. Also, being in or out of the donut hole at the pharmacist ( I can never remember which one--in or out- gets me free prescriptions during December). All that made me yump for joy (that's a Cuban thing from an old friend who called our  mutual friend Joyce--Yoyce ). Yes, Virginia, there really is a way to not give the Edison companies such easy money. I'm still rather put out that TXU built six new coal-gas generating power plants to "help" the grid then watch their parent company file Chapter 11. That left the consumer on the hook to pay for their infrastructure.Their profit-rich delivery system, Oncor, is ripe for some energy financial to pluck them up and make a few more millions, or billions, in the bottom-line of someone's financials. That will take more years to figure out who really did end up with the balance sheet rich with profits.

For many years, marketing put food on my table. For that, I am thankful. But, when you pull back on the zoom lens and see the wider picture as a whole, you begin to see that the education to learn the marketing game really only served to make me a better shopper than most of my peers. That's not the glorified, award-winning (though, I have won a few of those) career success story (and I have had a more successful career than most). In short-- it's all a big perception game. Last week pointed that out to me more than anything else of recent days.

While at Love Field shooting some live feed images of the Southwest pickets by the Local 555 of the Transport Workers Union, a situation developed right in front of me. I walked over and instinctively snapped a couple of shots of what had just happened. Almost immediately, a guy yells out-"We don't want any pictures".  I walked away going back to the pickets. Although, I was on public right-of-way of the public street where the guy was standing and yelling he didn't want pictures.

 The Southwest "ramp rats" (in the airport business that 's what they are called) even in their labor dispute still had some humor for not having a pay-increase in six years. They also had the humor to find a big inflatable rat as their mascot. Still, the image that I had just seen weighed on my mind. Deep down inside, I knew that I should have submitted the image to the live feeds because it was a  troubling image involving two big beautiful draft horses who were now suffering and in pain. It didn't help knowing that the vet said to me earlier last month that my cat was suffering with cancer. Since then, and just beginning to recover from my grieving was a situation that caused harm to big animals during transportation that were not even mine or me knowing anything about their history. Yet, they were animals hurt unnecessarily and suffered because of it.

Yes, it is a perception thing that swings the pendulum of the universe. First it's a flash of light for billions of light years away. Then, it's the birth of a new galaxy, then a star in that galaxy--you get the point......the end result is a view of a giant astroid heading straight at you. Not exactly what it was perceived as in the beginning. And yet, the bottom line is that it really doesn't matter in the end other than how you perceive yourself and your family, hopefully with a belief of a higher power who set this all in motion as an emotion or just having fun to see what we do with his curves in the road.

The first thing I thought about when I awoke this morning was how I miss the Dawg. This being the first Christmas without her, I did wish her a Merry Christmas where ever her spirit might be. As the morning progressed through the coffee pot markings, my favorite classical station filled the room with Christmas and post Christmas pieces. For me, that's a quasi-lethal combination. My mind, when combined with classical music and coffee, makes the most creative times for me. Albeit, coupled with a pen and paper or a computer program with Word or some such typewriter-like device. While I can write legiably very fast, I've always been able to type with accuracy at a three-digit wpm rate since high school. Still, my mind was processing the "what to do" question about the extra two or three shots from Love Field. They are not as graphic as the one that I will probably post here but from the perception point of view, it solves the issue of the first couple of shots for the moment. In fact, I will most likely make a posting totally on that event somewhere down the line in the new year. It is coming to a head, so-to-speak with the new reality show in January of transporting large animals as a business. Mostly, the show will feature people who transport zoo animals to and fro. My question immediately is why do they have to be transported at all? Unless for an emergency but certainly not creating an emergency in transporting an animal. It's money, mostly but that's a perception isn't it?

Well, two pictures for you this winter holiday afternoon.

The Ramp Rat Mascot from the Local 555 Transport Workers at Southwest Airlines.Even Herb would like the Mascot!

Residue from the animal accident (This is not the most graphic shot).

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Holidays Can Flip Reality

There are few things in this world that amaze me anymore to the extent that I jump up out of the chair and say,"WOW!,No Way". I just did that! Some guest on a local television channel took a cut-out gingerbread man, turned it upside down and started to decorate it with icing. When finished it was the neatest reindeer cookie that I have ever seen. Yep! from Gingerbread boy to Reindeer simply by looking at something from a different angle and some creative frosting and cake decorating tricks.

That's the key to photography. Take something and improve on it. Change the light. Shoot from a whole different angle (i.e., above, ground level, blur foreground, blur background) but to take something as simple as a blank piece of gingerbread dough cut-out and turned upside down really did almost crash land my brain for a few seconds. Amazing. It really was. The legs became the antlers and the upside down head because the face of Rudolph, complete with a red gum drop as the nose.

From there, it was off to the drugstore to pick up a refill, then on to see the cardiologist, who  has  been leaking melanin ever since I've known him.  He has more white hair than someone with a head full of white hair. That's a bad leak. If you only had a little leak, you get silver hair and still have a lot of brown or black or red hair remaining. For a long time. So the moral of this story as well as the long and the short of it is this: if you don't like a melanin leak, you can always run to your Clairol Professional. Don't you see? You could even use a Clairol Hair color chart and find a Clairol Gray. I'm just glad that I see silver rather than white on my head. Always did like silver! Well, that is when I was no longer a teenager. Mom wouldn't peroxide my roots and that beautiful head of blond hair was growing out fast.This mop of brown with a little Gaelic red from who knows how many generations back in history would just have to get me through the next 40 years or so. That was 45-years ago!

While getting my EKG, it struck me that I could have been having lunch with my brother. What else struck me was a new cartoon on the doctor's wall. It wasn't as funny as the old one of an old man saying to his postman that the squirrels must be harvesting nuts again. He hadn't seen three of his neighbors in days.Funny what you think about while waiting to see the out-come of a test.

Tomorrow, as it gets colder outside, I need to make a fast trip to the drugstore to pick-up yet another prescription that was changed up today at the doctor's. After leaving the doctor's I went back to the pharmacy only to find that the pharmacist would have to order the meds. That means I'll have to go back out tomorrow, then I can  spend the rest of the day listening to the sounds of the season and   working in the kitchen. I'm going to cook the ham  a day early.

 Hopefully, I can listen to the BBC's annual broadcast of the Nine Lessons and Carols live from King's College, Cambridge. It's a beautiful service and for me has long kicked off the true Christmas season as it does in England. If not, I'll catch the re-broad cast on Christmas Day. About an hour and one-half  service some 5,000 miles away does more good for my heart than all the pills and implanted wires that I walk around with today. Which reminds me, I have to go on line and check the time, find the PBS or NPR station that will carry it this year, so I'm ready to plug in and listen live.

Having shared a little bit of my day here's hoping y'all have a great holiday season regardless of where you are and regardless of how much melanin you might be loosing------

Happy Holidays

Merry--Sound Off--Christmas

This time of year has always been a favorite of mine because of the colorful lights, decorations and festive spirit that is displayed not just around me but world-wide. The latest example of that was an image seen on a live image feed of the Bandaranaike/Colombo International Airport in Sri Lanka. A woman was standing in one concourse dressed in her Burqa in front of a 9-foot Christmas tree with packages underneath the poinsettia-laced tree and decorations. A very beautiful tree half-way around the world.

Ft. Worth, is outstanding for bringing it's Sundance Square Christmas tree, a 58-foot blue spruce, from the northern part of the lower peninsular of Michigan. That area has some of the best Christmas tree farms in the nation. There has always been a bit of competition between Ft. Worth and Dallas except for the joint venture with the DFW International Airport. Otherwise, it's been a "you build a bridge, I'll build a bridge" type competition. While both cities contribute to the overall quality of life in the Metroplex, it gets to be somewhat funny watching the cities trying to outdo each other.  Dallas has taken on the largest urban development project ever undertaken by a city with the Trinity Corridor Project. They are making remarkable progress, too.

Sorry to say, however, the Trinity flows south and I am afraid that the development moving toward south Dallas is happening as a result of the Trinity and not totally for south Dallas as a community. I hope that I am wrong. Dwaine Caraway, councilman, is absolutely the leader that needs to be there for the south Dallas community. He is fair. He is honest. He does care about Dallas and about south Dallas. The PGA Golf Course and the Horse Park can be an economic engine for south Dallas if it isn't caught up in a political eddy of the Trinity Corridor. 


This past Sunday I walked the Arts District for the first time in many months. Seeing the Museum Towers finished,the success of Klyde Warren Park, the nearly finished outside skin of the new Hall Financial Group's tower across the street from the Morton H. Meyerson Symphony Center, continues to add to Dallas as a first class city. The new building is the first new office building in downtown in nearly 10 years. Although it is not the only new building, it is the first new office-type. At any given point along the new Skyline Trail, at least 6 crane-towers can be seen in the midst of construction projects, not counting the additional 6 or 7 that are being used in the new Horseshoe I-30/I-35E construction. Most of the literature and listings note that the Hall Financial will soon get a new neighbor much like the Museum Tower completed last year.

Now, the sound off. 
Consider it a Blue, Green, Red, White, Orange Light on a Fake Christmas Tree.

Most people that have settled in Dallas do not understand that the city is laid out on a NS/EW grid until you get to the area of Thanksgiving Square. There, the grid changes into a triangle headed NE/SW. I don't fully understand the why of those generations-old decisions, nor does it matter that much. The no new high rise rule by the FAA is cruel for development. I have been on the 42nd floor of City Place and have watched  planes take off from Love Field, climbing as they come directly at City Place. There is no sound reasoning to restrict building in downtown Dallas other than to restrict high rise development politically. The 5-mile rule is unnecessary. I know that the Park Cities ruffled their feathers when Love Field started landing more commercial flights on 13L 31R as a result of the terminal expansion at Love Field.

The Dallas City Hall, while designed by a world-class architect named I.M. Pei, I'm pretty sure that there was some order and thought given to why the city hall was located where it currently sits. The open-style plaza is a plus for the city. The reviewing stands for the end of the Christmas Parade has ended there the past couple of years.

Main Street Park seems to be the focal point now for the placement of the city's Christmas tree. While the park is nice, the plastic and fake Christmas tree that represents the city is a dud. A sad dud at that. Klyde Warren has a much better tree that represents the city.  Still, it isn't a live tree and it isn't  a citizen's tree  of distinction.

Frankly, the plaza in front of city hall would be a more symbolic place to display the city tree and decorations. It's almost like the city government is ashamed to have a tree at city hall. There could even be somewhere in the council minutes  a resolution or ordinance that was at issue with members-past. I don't know. Checking it out isn't part of this sound off. Past mistakes by council are history. What is part of this is that Ft. Worth has won the battle of the city Christmas tree. Dallas, you loose this one big time! What a shame. The big red balls are nice but they just don't cut it as a replacement for a true Christmas tree like Ft. Worth's. Even the Winspear's ornament is a "non-conform" to the red balls around the city.Dallas should pass an ordinance that from Thanksgiving until New Years Eve that any outdoor tree in downtown over 10 feet must be a live tree cut for that period. There! Ft. Worth, you still won this one!!

The new Hall Financial Group Tower as seen from the promenade outside the Winspear  Opera House. Note the gold ball  on Flora Street.

White Rock Lake Just Got Healthier

At least once a week I try to make a trip around White Rock Lake. Building leg muscles again has been a task, I can say. My heart is strong according to the cardi-man, but the meds have taken a toll on muscle building. I have  tried to get three cardio-walks in a week and that has helped. I am up to two miles per trip and still building. And, I can see why people fall into declining health if they do not make an effort to work toward building their body mass after a major heart event or any health issue that drains your strength or ability to function. But my goal is to be back riding my bike on 25-50 mile runs a gain.

If my former friend and college professor, Si Ma, can run the Boston Marathon at 70 years old for many years after age 70, then I  should be able to get my bike numbers up to when I could do 50-mile trips regularly on my bike.

This summer, I lost over 50 pounds. It was possible because I cut out sugars, starting eating more fresh fruit and eating health generally. I will say that one of the secrets for me was eating extra sharp cheddar cheese. My evening snack was a couple of slices cut in half and eaten on a unsalted saltine cracker. The next night, I ate 4-teaspoons of bulk popcorn popped in a McDonald bag in my microwave. I gave the bag a coupe of shakes with the salt shaker and that was it. The third night I eat a Mullers Yogart with raspberry side. That is what I do and I don't suggest to anyone that they would or will or could obtain the same results. It's all about math and metabolism activation. Mine activates in a different way than anyone else, but the key seems to be learning how to activate your own metabolism engine.

Now-- having said all that-- One of my favorite stores has finally arrived in Dallas and it touches the end of White Rock Lake at Gaston and Garland Road (TX78).

Yes, The Fresh Market has arrived and I have already consumed  a loaf of Batard and a loaf of Pumpkin bread. There is a loaf of Chocolate Chip Banana in the freezer until Christmas Eve Day when I will set it out to de-thaw for Christmas morning with my coffee.

The Fresh Market is so much better than Whole Foods and Central Market in my view. I have shopped their stores before and I like them from the entry wall to the exit door and every where in between those walls. They have the bulk coffee beans, the bulk nuts, the bulk this and that and then, there is the wonderful world of bulk candy! Orange slices that look orange, taste orange and chewy, not gummy. There isn't time or space to mention it all other than to conclude with the out-of-this-world Maryland Crab Cakes. Oh, my. I could grill for eternity! Here is a couple of pictures that are a bit grainy but you can experience the supermarket where the angles must shop!


So, without hardly gaining a pound-- 1500 calories = one-half pound in weight gain-- I will start planning my meals around some good fresh,quality foods and not waste an ounce of gas in the meanwhile.

Breads and coffee to sip as you shop

 Produce and classical music to listen as you shop

Two Case In Points

When I started out today, it was because it was the last day of November and the temperature was going to hit 80 degrees F. The future had already been forecast with a 50-degree drop thanks to an Arctic air mass dropping in from the northwest. "Gotta make hay while the sun shines" my grandfather would say. Here are two case in points.

Case in Point #1

Since the first model hit the streets, I have not liked the  SUV vehicles or double cabs or cab-and-a-half trucks. They are big and boxy and they block the view for the average driver. Sure, if  one wanted to hop on the bandwagon and pay more for tires, gas and all the other related cost, then that is one thing. But I do not want to pay the extra money just to be in style. There really must be a functional purpose. A car is transportation from point A to point B.

 Frankly, I could never see the benefit to having a SUV, until yesterday. Within five miles driving from North Park on Northwest Highway beyond the toll way to Love Field, my reservations were answered. I saw two separate SUV vehicles a couple of miles apart each doing the same thing with their SUV. Both drivers had 8-foot Christmas trees,complete with plastic stands already attached, strapped and tied down to the roof racks. Glory be! There really is a good use for a SUV, Virginia!

Case in Point  #2

The past couple of years there has been talk about the development of white water rapids for kayakers on the Trinity River. Then, there were problems with the rapids and the work had to be redone. There wasn't much talk about it afterwards, but several have expressed a desire to locate the rapids.

It seems that we have been looking for the wrong thing. While shooting a live feed of the return of Keith Lynch, the Dallas man that paddled roughly 4,000 miles from southwest Montana down five rivers through 15 states to arrive underneath the Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge Saturday, several photographers were talking about not being able to find the rapids either.

On Sunday, I decided that I was going to find the trail or rapids, or something that would fit the suspense.  Well, I did find it, long story short. WOW! I could not believe my eyes. It was amazing.
Here are some of the key facts:

• Santa Fe Trestle Trail

• Corinth and 8th Street, Oak Cliff

• West of the old Sears Catalog Distribution Center near Lamar and Corinth

• On Dart Rail at Corinth and 8th Station and Moore Park

On the wall of the Pavilion and Amphitheater is one of the most powerful statements an environmental supporter could ever read about wetlands. It says:

All water has perfect memory

And is forever trying to get back to where it was.

A View of Downtown. The low profile brown building is the old Sears and Roebuck Catalog Distribution Center from another age.

The Rapids Have Been Found

A beautiful Hike and Bike Trail. While the trail isn't that long, there is a lot to see. It took me about 2 hours and I could have spent more time there.

Dallas Bike Works

Dallas Bike Works. Thanks, Guys!

A big thank you to the guys at Dallas Bike Works for the use of their screwdriver on Wednesday. A simple tool that was needed for a ten minute job saved my day!! Thanks guys! Great Appreciation goes out to all of you for your help and you kindness. For sure, the sign of a great bike shop that gives customer service in the smallest of ways.

Wednesday was errand day before Turkey Day. While in Kroger's for a few last minute items, the thought occurred to me that my car registration was also due. At the customer service counter I presented the form to the lady behind the counter. Then with some surprise, she said, "I can't do this here". She turned the form around on the counter and pointed to a little box that said, " NEW PLATES REQUIRED." She then told me that I could get them at the Dallas Tax Office in Garland.

When I got there, the lines were fairly long with only two windows open. It was according to Murphy's Law--lunch time. Never-the-less, the line moved fairly quickly. I got my plates and sticker and headed to the parking lot. I pulled the car forward to the boon-docks of the parking lot and took off the old sticker and carefully put on the new sticker on my windshield. I placed the plates in my trunk with the full intention of putting the plates on when I got home as I only had a set of sockets in the little tool kit--no screw driver because I had taken it inside the house a month ago to tighten up a loose screw on my sound system. I know. I should have taken it back and put it were it belonged right then, if not then, at least the next trip to the car. But, I had a Senior Moment! I don't fight the phrase any longer. I find it very helpful to use it frequently, lately!

After making one more stop, when I came out to the car, I was checking the sticker to make sure that I had put it on straight when the license plate number jumped out at me. "Oh, no!" Here I am driving around doing  errands and I have old plates on the car that don't match the sticker! I did not panic but I was uncomfortable. So immediately, I'm thinking, here I am across town, where can I borrow a screwdriver to change my plates so that my plates agree with the new sticker? As I drove, I was looking for a landscape truck, or a park and recreation truck, but not luck.Any one that had a tool belt on would have been a God Send.  I was about three miles from the bike shop. I made a bee line straight to the bike shop. One of the guys had just made a trip to the dumpster and I rolled own my window and ask him if I could borrow a screwdriver for a couple of minutes. Thanks to him, I was able to change my plates in his parking lot so they agreed with my new sticker.

The Final Step I Forgot----

I have long known about the seven steps of grief. When the Dawg looked at me  with that look of, "what's happening to me" , I knew that she was really sick.The attack had come on suddenly. I got her to the vet and the other two post tell that story, but when I lost her at the vets, the shock was ever-present. The pain came as I stood by her until the very end. The anger came almost instantly as did the depression and loneliness.

By the end of the first week, I was beginning to make that much needed turn of putting a house, with a loyal pet as a member of that household back on the daily routine. The reconstruction and working through the grief process was finally coming to a close, but something just didn't feel right. There was still a void that had not been filled and I could not figure it out.

This morning, while drinking my coffee, my thoughts raced like the cartoon character, Roadrunner. Then my head cleared and I reached for the phone. After a phone call, I made  another call from the information gathered on the first call. The lady on the other end was nothing less than an angel. She called me back in about ten minutes and gave me the information that I needed. Within the hour, I was on my way up US 75. It didn't matter the miles. It didn't matter the gas. There was one thing that I needed to do that I  had failed to do after the Dawg's death. I had not accepted the fact that the Dawg was gone because I didn't know where she had been taken. I had to see where she was before I could accept the  fact that she was gone. It wasn't final yet and I needed to have that final acceptance knowing the general vicinity of where her remains had been scattered before I could accept that she was, indeed gone and I could finally move on.


It turned out that much as I had expected, a landfill was involved. I could accept that. There is controlled methods even in a waste management facility. Some, I suppose, could not accept that fact, but in reality, it is a much more sane method than most realize.

Before leaving the house, a big old burly man broke down and cried like a baby. I had not done that  process either. The people that became involved were all caring, compassionate individuals.Not once, did anyone display anything but compassion and care. They talked to people I could have never reached on my own and when the process was done, even the truck drivers in line at the scale were not displaying any signs of being mad or angry having to wait in line as the line grew because of me.  It was as if the universe was working together for a common cause, as it should.

It was a bit more of a drive than I had expected, but a drive that had to be made never-the-less. On the way home, there was a much different emotion than I had experienced earlier in the day. There was no question, being able to accept the fact that the Dawg was gone and I knew where her spirit could be free-spirited, was a comfort that I had not had over the past two weeks. The final step of the grieving process had been completed and the relief it brought was like a fresh wind in the county side.  My Dawg was home once again and I could let my heart mend. The pain would grow less over time, although it will never be totally gone. But now, the grief process could begin to finally end. The Dawg is now resting in peace.

Do you see the face in the clouds in the left corner?

The Manager's Line Is The Same, But The Chicken Is Not

Shopping at the neighborhood grocery's deli can be a good thing as to time, cost and flavor. If I can take an item and enhance its flavor with gravies or sauces or some noodles or vegetables, I will choose the deli item at least once a week. I've been doing that since I've had to do my own cooking again for the past twenty-five years. I've gotten pretty good at it, I might add.

I'm geographically in the middle of four Kroger stores that I like to shop. They all are laid out a bit differently, too. Don't you just hate that when you go into a chain and the layout is backwards to the one you shop at the most?  Well, that should be your first clue that the store really doesn't give a hoot that you like them or not. The old numbers game has already indicated that they are going to get so much business from a location when they sign the lease. So, I really don't care about letting them know that they are not being very customer friendly when they are not.

The manager at my Kroger's last year said to me in the isle of the very store he managed that "Kroger's have given him two million dollars and said, 'now go [screw] the store up.'"  And, yelp! He did just that. Every since that conversation, I have noted a big change at Kroger's. First, like all others in the industry, their prices started going up. Two, they put in a new brand in between the name brands and the Kroger band products. My 50 calorie per slice smoked ham is now gone. My 50 calorie per slice wheat bread is now gone. My taste buds are screaming to my head, "don't buy this garbage again". The new brand has higher caloric counts, too! A noted higher caloric count.

In Kroger's defense, I do like their electronic coupons and free Fridays that they email me weekly The savings do add up. Once you learn the system and how it works, you just have to watch the receipt at check out to make sure that it records the savings and deducts from your total. I can do that.

Now, however, comes the part where Kroger's did me wrong. I don't lie and I take offense to others that do. It's just as easy to tell the truth in the beginning. Sometimes, it hurts. Sometimes, it feels it feels good, but in the end, it is just as easy to tell the truth. So, when a manager starts his spiel about,"we get  all our chicken from one vendor," or, I used to manage 23 stores in the region and I can tell you this....."
I've been there. I've heard the line before. And as they say here in Texas, "This ain't my first rodeo, either." What I'm referring to is the size, the rubberness, the unappealing look, the over cooked pieces of hot chicken in the Deli at my Kroger's. But mostly, it's the size of the pieces that have shrunk like a pair of Levi jeans!  I've gotten hot deli chicken pieces at all four of my geographical locations. The one to the north of me, the one to the east, the one to the south  and the one farther west than mine, which is west of me as one of the geographical four.

Yes, as a consumer, I have complained to the tall manager that is usually in the store when I shop. There is another manager that I see who is a little rotund and  almost as regularly in the store as the tall one. In fact, I have walked both of these managers over to the deli counter and pointed out to them my issue with the chicken. The tall one now, when he sees me just grins, waves and that's it. The rotund one gave me the line about the 23 stores Yesterday, he gave me the line about  the vendor is the same for all the deli chicken.

After I left the store, I drove over to one of the other geographical location stores. I went in to the deli and low and behold ( I saw the light) the chicken pieces were stacked up like a mountain and  it just said to me...... "come on and start shopping my store".  And so I did. But not before I got a picture of the big, juicy and plump deep fried chicken breast! As a bonus.....the price was lower for the two pieces at this Kroger than at my own Kroger that is driving their deli customers away.

No, excuses, the picture is a bit dark.

Hot Deli Chicken Pieces

21/11/2014. Updated dropped characters in piece.

HMS 1 & 2 80/20 Is Down

It's been a long time since I checked the daily scrap prices in the Wall Street Journal. New billet steel was directly tied to the price of scrap and before going to the mills to negotiate a deal for tonnage, you better know what the price of scrap was fetching.



It is almost like the routine of," on the way to the doctor, I discovered --"  scrap was scrap and it pretty much looked like the image that I took several months back of a loaded gondola car full of HMS 1 &2. That's steel talk for pieces of scrap steel of a certain thickness and length.The HMS is Heavy Melting Scrap for electric arc furnaces that makes most of our new steel today. Yes, scarpers have been recycling since our Jewish ancestors hand pushed a cart down alleys picking up old pieces of steel that no one else wanted. I don't know a scrappy today that isn't a millionaire. Let me rephrase that. I don't know a scrappy today that isn't a millionaire several times over.  There, that's more close to the ones that I do know.

At any rate, The Iron and Steel Institute  melt down all the statistics. Steel is one of those rare commodities that actually has a birth certificate. It is an ASTM-number and a heat number that follows that steel until it is in finished product  (American Society of Testing and Materials). That ASTM certificate tells every thing you want to know about that steel. The lab in a steel mill is fascinating. It's like your grandmother making cookies; add a little of this, a little of that; taste, stir a little more and presto, it's just right.

 It's one of those things that you will never use unless a situation like the I-35 bridge in Minnesota falls again and you can bet the contractors, architects, DOT guys all were looking for those ASTM certificates on that bridge moments of learning about it falling!

Airplane tail numbers and vehicle Vin numbers are the other two. Oh, for you old sailors, yes, your ships got a keel number, but the registration was kept under flags of a country. Sorry. Nice argument made.

When I think about the old days when I walked tours on mill floors, it isn't far back in the memory for  those that lost their lives from accidents. You never wanted to be on the mill floor when a mill cobbled. The sound of a cobble is instantly recognizable. Cobble, especially in a structural mill, is when a billet is coming down the rolling line orange hot at speeds to match freeway traffic; the billet hits one of the rolling stands and instead of the orange hot billet taking the shape of the stand dye,  it shoots up through the rafters and into the roof of the mill. Hopefully, without taking  an impaled  employee with it. Gory? Yes. Industrial accidents are not a pretty thing and thank goodness, we have OSHA, even with all the regulations and paperwork and fines and every nightmarish aspect of an inspection gone bad,

Several things brought this image to mind. The window washers dangling from the 68th floor of the new World Trade Building; the arrival of the first two pieces of steel fabricated for the Margaret McDermott Bridge; the awesome Union Pacific commercial that shows the UP train coming into downtown Dallas in the commercial.It's all related to commerce, steel and ASTM numbers. Funny how things like that can be classified by your brain in the best filing system in the world. The cable used in the window washing buggy must be of a specific standard for cable, which is wire, which comes from new billets that comes from scrap metal.

It is still an awesome history to think about the Rockefeller oil men, the Andrew Carnegie steel men, the Vanderbilt railroad men, the J.P. Morgan bankers, the Henry Ford and Alfred P. Sloan and the  Dodge Brothers. These Magnates of Industry were all pretty ruthless but gave back many times over for the good of the American people. While things have moved on forward in industry, there still remains gondola car after gondola car heading to steel mills in the country every day to produce our bars, pipes, structural beams, angles, channels plate and much more.

On the Upstroke of the Hour

It's been a week almost to the hour when my Dawggie and I parted ways at the vet. It's been a hard week to get through. Things are different now. Little reactions that were taken for granted produced an empty chair for the first time in nearly fourteen years. It has been sad. It has been lonely at times. It has been heart-felt pain--the kind that comes from deep within emotionally.

The sub-freezing weather this week has helped as much as it has hindered. I haven't been outside. The last time I was outside, it was nearly 80 degrees. Today, it will still be in the low 30s. When I checked the hourlys on the National Weather Service Website this morning, It had gone down officially to 25 degrees (F) at DFW International at the 03:53 reporting time. By 04:53, mother nature had pulled up the blanket and the temperature rose to 29 degrees (F). The blanket, of course, is the cloud deck. It acts as a blanket to stop the radiational cooling.

 By now, the Dawg's cremains have been scattered, I suspect. Mom had Murray's cremains returned to her and she scattered them herself. He was a beautiful snow white American Eskimo. While I would be the first one to tell mom that what she did was the best decision, when it came time for me to make that decision, I choose someone else to do it for me. I didn't want that transition between  life and death to be passed to me in a little tin box. I wanted to remember her as I had seen her on the towel-- at the vets-- as she was so peaceful at the end.

So, a week of grieving comes to a close. My Dawggie  has moved on to a better life and I must return to moving my life forward as well. She will forever be in my memory as the greatest pet that I ever shared my life with in devoted  time, energy, care and  my love in the animal kingdom. Of course, the Dawg was more than just an animal. She was a living breathing creature that held exceptional understanding and love, sharing it unconditionally.

The Beloved Hotdog

Letting go of a beloved pet is an emotional thing that I have experienced before. But this time, it was so different. Hotdog came to me when she was 10-weeks old. My mother, and her mother, conspired together and  when I saw this Abyssinian I could not say no. With her long legs and skinny body, pointed ears, triangle face and beautiful tiger grey and black striped fur; with the solid black hind legs, I fell in love with her instantly. We traveled together. When I went home to bury mom and again when mom's marker was set on her grave, the Dawg became a high-mileage road dawg. Each trip was 1,000 miles. Dawgie loved  road trips. But most of all, she liked her territorial domain, especially where ever there was a chair that I sat in at home. Dawgie claimed that chair, as every other chair that I owned.

After a precursor with a lung infection two years ago, she had returned to normal activities until 10-days ago. She went down hill fast and it became very obvious that she labored in pain. The vet thought that she might come out of it but when she didn't she leveled with me that she had suspected cancer in the lungs. She went to sleep peacefully before the vet administered the final dose. It was painful to watch but I was not leaving the Dawg's side.
After leaving the vet's office. I could not go home. I spent the afternoon on a hillside at White Rock Lake. There was excitement at the lake because a bald eagle  had been sighted about a half-hour before I got there. I had first seen two bald eagles at White Rock three years ago. Today, of all days, the eagle was back shortly after the Dawg entered eternal sleep. The Dawg was still working her magic! She is enshrined in my heart for ever and I miss her deeply.

The Trinity River Corridor Glows Again

It was plain to see that the interest in the Maggie 2 Bridge (Margaret McDermott) is drawing visitors during the early construction more rapidly than the Maggie 1 (Margaret Hunt Hill) did. That, within itself is a testament to the Maggie 1 Project. After people saw what the building of a prized bridge could do as far as community and economic benefits, it was only natural that the crowds would come early on to witness the uprising from the trenches into that glorious Santiago Calatrava design of architectural form. The interesting part is that the first pieces of the double aches have not even been shipped from the fabricator.The other point to consider in the early crowds is that during this bridge construction, there is the new Trinity Skyline Trail that was non existent during the building of Maggie 1.

In as much as Interstate 30 will ferry visitors between AT&T Stadium in Arlington and downtown Dallas, if for nothing more than commuting between a hotel room and the stadium, it would be worth it all. The impression with the remake of the mix-master into the horseshoe will give a more refined coat for the city to wear. There is no question in my mind that the Trinity River Corridor Project was and will be the place to add growth investment for the city. After all, it is only following what mother nature put down eons ago and the city discovered with vision and astute planning, even though the naysayers were screaming at every turn. It was the right decision folks. It really was. I only wish that I was going to be around in thirty years with the same energy that I have today to rejoice with the city for making their dreams come alive despite the negativeness that others were trying to white-wash  as a , "I told you so" party that they will never have.

 Over the years, I have seen cities developed good plans and I have seen cities develop bad plans. I have seen even rock-hard cities like Detroit fall into the gloom of despair. But, Detroit will come back again with vision and planning. It always works. The key to any city is in the elected and the paid visionaries.For visions are the eyes of  new vistas. Dallas took a river and a forest and turned it into the second most powerful economic engine outside of DFW International.

Former Mayor, Ron Kirk (1995-2002)  fired up the engine that we know today. We were lucky to have Former Mayor Laura Miller follow Mayor Kirk and even more lucky to have Former Mayor Tom Leppert to follow. Dwaine Caraway keep the fires burning after Mayor Leppert stepped down. The legacy of Mayor Mike Rawlings is still being written, but I don't see the blazing economic engine that moved this city down the road like it was moving. But, we shall see in time. Don't get me wrong. Mike Rawlings has had his plate full. Long have I preached that Fair Park needed attention. It's getting it now. South Dallas is finally getting the attention that they deserve and will get much more through the Trinity River Project than they suspect will happen. The spin offs will bloom in south Dallas and Oak Cliff. The train is still on time. Don't give  up, south Dallas. Don't ever give up!

As a foot note here, the new radar unit that measures the down river discharge rate that the United States Geological Survey had installed is now up and running with all its wires connected.  Thanks to the USGS office in Austin and the field office in Ft. Worth. I had listed an image with my agent and after talking with the USGS after they reviewed the image, ask that it be withheld until the wiring was complete. I am happy to report.... It's a GO!! Thanks to every one in the office for their great informative discussion on what the unit did and how it worked and how it can be viewed on the USGS web page daily. Now, we just need the rain so that I can check out the log reports.

The Radar unit measures the rate of discharge going downstream. The reports can be seen on the USGS website under water management.

Maggie 1 as seen from the new Maggie 2. That is # 11, grade 60 rebar there on the ground. It ain't no # 3 pool rebar!

Here goes another skyline change for Dallas! Where else can you see a bass fishing boat, complete with outboard motor  hanging from a crane eclipsing both the Bank of America Building and Reunion Tower?

In Loving Memory 

of  a son, KP

Happy  44 th Birthday

Just A Few Old-Man Philosophies

My cardiologist is fine tuning my meds again for a number of reasons but the biggest reason comes as a result of my weight loss from the cardio walks and  regaining the strength  again to ride my bike. Also,cutting out all sugars and eating much more garden style without being a vegan or total vegetarian has really helped..Do you know how many ways you can cook chicken? It's amazing. The cows would be happy in the Chick-fil-A commercial.

My appointment today was way to early for me. At one point in life, I was a big morning person, but throughout the years--especially in retirement-- I have been know to wake up, take my scheduled meds and go back to bed until the sun is much higher in the sky. But, early voting started on Monday and I wanted to vote after the visit to the doctor.

At the polls, I voted for 2 Republicans, 2 Democrats. The rest of the voting went to Libertarians and Green Party. I voted for one amendment and against all the rest. Not, specifically because I liked the candidate or the ideal but more because I have been unhappy with the  leadership, the work being done in congress and the basic attitudes inside the Beltway. So, like my old history teacher hammered into my brain years and years ago (the talk of term limits was being discussed even then for you 20-30 something readers) you do not like how things are going in the political arena, you vote the bums out. Yes, I know.....your voting isn't going to change a thing. Well, what you have to understand is that this is a joint adventure. And, there are plenty of others that are thinking that way, too. That's why the political pundits have their  half-moon table discussions following up-set elections as a moderator ask the question: what happened, do you think? Democracy is still the best system in the world. Yes, I still did my pumping-arm action and yell, as I left the polls. "Oh, that felt so good!" This year, there were something like 8 or 9 pages of people voting and 7 or 8 pages of amendments. So this year, it really did feel good!

Here is another little thing that changes my vote at the polls. If your candidate called me on my house phone during the year, your candidate lost my vote with that call. Ain't technology, great? It's a two-way street folks. I signed up years ago for the "do not call" list. I know, there are loop-holes for organizations and others. Here's the thing. It is a DO NOT CALL list. The government advertised it as a DO NOT CALL list and that is what it means. You call me, you get no money, you get no vote! You get the dial tone as a bonus. Of course, 90% are robo calls but they understand that dial tone!

Early Voting Is Officially Underway

Those are holes from a pellet gun or worse!

A key lock on a railing at one of the scenic overlooks at the dam.

The two out-of-pocket pictures come from things I noticed on a cardio walk after the voting and waiting on the pharmacy to call that my scripts are ready. It was a perfect fall day, warmer than normal.

Monarch Butterfly and Bird Migration Has Reached Texas

I hate adjusting while balance, so, as you can see, I don't!!!

The milk weed in the Great Lakes has already received frost this fall. Over head, I have noticed large numbers of birds riding the thermals which looks like the pelicans have arrived on area Lakes to refuel for several weeks before they continue their migration south.

This morning, I took the cat out. She likes to sit in her chair on the porch. Then, I noticed overhead around tree top level, hundreds of Monarch Butterflies. Sure enough. The Monarchs have reached north Texas on their way to the mountains of Mexico to winter in awesome displays of hanging strings of Monarchs from the trees that are falling to poaching. This is causing the lost of Monarchs in dangerous numbers for loss of habitat.

At White Rock Lake, the lake was filled with log-setting pelicans in huge numbers.....more than were there the same time last fall. There were many,many more still riding the thermals high above the lake. Farther out in the lake were even more black cormorants sitting on down logs stuck in the mud.

Yes, migration is fully underway. Enjoy the Monarchs and the beautiful fall weather.

Having this in the yard is great.

Another Great Commercial

Another commercial has hit the air waves that is attracting tons of viewers on You Tube or sites of special interest devoted to photography, graphic arts and film. There is no surprise in learning that it was produced for Union Pacific Railroad and it's 150th year in America. Bravo! Bravo!

Already, there have been over 25,000 views on You Tube with a 217 Likes to 7 ratio.  The last commercial to hit the charts was, of course, the Omega watch commercial and it has now spread to a great American railroad. The link: http://youtu.be/3Z9T_HBlyWg

Credits: This commercial is the property of Union Pacific Railroad and the music was commissioned by Union Pacific specifically for this commercial. Contact Union Pacific (http://www.UP.com) to let them know how you like the commercial. It is total class, and very well done.
Also credit: You Tube for the link to this commercial. 

Columbus Day Parade

It seems that the Continental Bridge Pedestrian Park is getting quite the work out. The Columbus Day Parade was held Sunday, starting on the east end of the bridge park, winding its way to the west Plaza area, where a member of the Italian Parliament gave a brief address. It was a well done event!

The Color Guard

Strike Up The Band. You know that Purple is the color of Royalty, don't you?

Texas Horse Park  Riders and this was no laughing matter!

The Airline Battles in Dallas

Besides American's latest worry at DFW and their loss of gates at Love,  there is a new battle taking place at Love Field and DFW. At Love Field, there are twenty gates. Southwest has control over 16 of them. Virgin American won the 2 gates up for grab as a result of the American Airline merger. Virgin, after its official win will give up its gates at DFW. American had been leasing those gates to Delta. United had the remaining 2 gates.

The City of Dallas just informed Delta that they had two weeks to vacate their gates. As everyone knows here in Dallas, the Wright Amendment that previously had held Southwest captive to where it could fly will expires on October 13. Virgin needs their gates. In fact, they have made full use of those gates with expanded service out of  Love Field and they haven't even begun to fly from Love until October 13. Delta just announced that they will sue the City of Dallas over those gates. Southwest is throwing a party to say good-bye to the Wright Amendment.

Meanwhile, over at the big airport. Doug Parker, CEO of American Airlines is fearful of the Emirates Airbus 380 service. In fact, the Businessweek article head line read," Emirates Flies into America and U.S. Airlines Grow Anxious. While Tim Clark, Emirates Airline President is grabbing up all the available gates he can get at airports were American airports can already handle or are planning to expand to be able to handle the super-giant, A-380. Emirates sees a market in the States. They only have less than 10 percent of it currently.

Last Monday, September 29th, Qantas beat even Emirates with the arrival of yet another daily A-380 to DFW. So while Doug Parker was talking about his fear of Emirates, Qantas arrived with their A-380 daily service to Sydney. At any rate, there are now two A-380s arriving at DFW daily. It does appear that Parker is concerned about Emirates more, however, because they fly more A-380s than anyone and are buying more. Funny, Parker should be worried.  His airline doesn't even own  one A-380 and does not seem to have any plans to get one. American, with one of the oldest fleets  of all the airlines started to upgrade. There was also a rebranding of American with a new livery that still leaves customers unhappy with the new look. While still in bankruptcy, American began to replace their MD-80s with 737s, 777, and other like craft.Now that they are out of the courts, Doug seems to be worried about Emirates.

So while Gary Kelly is happy as the number one airline at Love and everyone loves the new paint on Southwest, it's his counter part, Doug Parker who controls more gates at DFW that seems to be unhappy. So unhappy, it seems, that one of his planes at DFW was recently see going head to head with the Emirates A-380 on the taxiway at DFW. Appearance IS everything, Doug.

Even Sir Richard Branson is happy. He is about ready to take off into space. Virgin American and Southwest  can fly your passengers to New Mexico to the Virgin Galactic space port.  Hang in there Doug, somehow you will figure out how to get your own A-380. Perhaps you can spearhead a renaming of your partner airline, One World, to something that's not so limited.

Qantas' A-380. Check out the kangaroo with the cowboy hat on!

American Airlines 777 and the new Emirates double deck A-380 on the taxiways at DFW

Mother Nature's Fall Prunning

A line of severe thunderstorms stretching from Mexico to Canada moved through Dallas late yesterday afternoon. The squall line only lasted about 45-minutes but it was a long 45-minutes. Winds were at hurricane force when the bow-echo came through. Over 140,000 people were without power, even today. Roofs came off buildings in Arlington, brick walls collapsed in the stockyards in Ft. Worth. Trees in University Park fell across streets and in Lake Highland, trees fell on houses. Very large trees fell on houses, in fact.

The last time that I saw rain come down in a horizontal pattern was during Hurricane David when it struck the South Carolina coast in 1979 but, yesterday, it came down that way here in Dallas. Today, I went over to Whole Foods to get some pistachio. I had to go around the block because Dart Police had the crossing at Blackwell and Greenville closed. After getting the cholesterol-lowering tasty things, it was on to White Rock for the first time in several weeks. In June, I had posted a blog post on the Cremation of the Big Oaks at White Rock. I wanted to see how much damage had occurred. Into the short trip over to the lake  it didn't take long to see that the damage from the wind was more severe than I had thought. In the course of three miles, I came across three houses with big trees laying across  their roofs. At the lake on the west side, there was damage to two of the trees that I had written about. On the east side of the lake, the damage was even more severe. One tree at the Stone Tables had been completely uprooted with the cement post barriers still in the root system and sod.

I'm not a tree-hugger but I hate to see beautiful old trees with so much character taken out in such large numbers. It was only 90 days ago that another storm had take out a massive old oak on the curve just east of the stone tables. And the one taken out Thursday was not the only one at the stone tables. There are also some wooden tables south of the shelter house at the stone tables and a big tree branch covered at least three of those tables.

The parking lot at Winfrey Point was covered in leaves and twigs like carpet. Along the drive down toward the parking lot of the ball diamonds were a couple of big branches that were hit as well.

Take a look see.

House # 1 damage

House # 2 damage

Stone table area with another big tree at the road and behind here  that was felled by the storm.

Life Recycles, But At What Cost?

 

 The original post with shots before any work done can be seen in the Archive of this blog dated April 04,2013, "The Last to go for Buckingham."
The former mail box seen below this photo, stood on the driver's side of the white pick-up truck at the end of the driveway. The street seen in the mailbox picture runs perpendicular to the truck.

The past 10-days have been a lot of discomfort for me. I have been under the weather, so-to-speak. Some of that feeling has been  a reaction to my medication. The pharmacy info sheet calls it "side-effects". I'll be nice and not mention what I call it, however. Never-the-less, the cat has been happy to have me "in-house" but she still does not like to share "her" chairs. Every now and then, I feel a paw lightly touch my back and claws begin to find the nerve endings. She's just letting me know that she is "sharing" her chair with me. I don't own a single chair in this house. I only "lease" them from the cat, don't you see?

But, I have been able to get some reading done. I've had  some enjoyable listening to some old symphonies that I haven't heard in some time. My Mahler collection is nearly complete. And, Richard Wagner -- my Lord, the man composed for the angles.

Also, I have been reviewing my complete portfolio. The one common factor that appears throughout the time line of shooting  seems to be that more and more of the images seem to be disappearing at the original shoot locations. Time causes things to change, sure, but man seems to be at the mercy of the "new age developer" that  has no interest  nor care about historic values in structures than the wrapper from a burger or a Starbucks  container that held his latte earlier in the day. The bottom-line mentality has spread to the proving grounds of bulldozers and water-tank trucks. Nothing drives home that point more than the text that I just got from long-time friend, Jamal, who just informed me that he has closed his C-store. The  post-office behind him is gone. It's now condos. The retirement village across from his side-street entrance is closing for re-development, but the kicker is that the Blockbuster store across the street was re-developed and leased by Walmart and that set the stage for Jamal's business could not last. The property under the Walmart is one of many owned by a former Dallas City Councilman, no less. 

The house is long gone. The street is nearly gone and the developer has cleared all the trees, excavated the property from one end to another and laid all the sewers and  drains and made water connections for several new homes that will now stand behind the formal Buckingham, Texas  city hall. Buckingham was annexed by the City of Garland. All that remains today is a park on the corner with a historical marker. 

The original post with shots before any work done can be seen in the Archive of this blog dated April 04,2013, "The Last to go for Buckingham."