What Do You Do In A Traffic Jam ?

This guy knows how to wait out a traffic jam on a hot summer day.

This past Wednesday, President Obama (with the help of Governor Rick Perry) created a traffic jam on the Dallas North Tollway that lasted more than an hour while the president's motorcade moved from Love Field to a prominent Dallas Attorney's home in North Dallas. The arrival of Air Force One at DFW International was a first for Obama, making him only the third sitting President to land at DFW.  Air Force One had not landed at DFW since 1992. From DFW, the president took Marine One, along with it's decoy look-alike and three Osprey's that carried the press corp to Love Field.  The reason for the switch: Love Field has been undergoing a major renovation of both terminals and runway/taxiways. The last time Air Force One landed at Love, the flight deck at DalFort Fueling was cramped, to say the least, but dodging yellow cones and barrels from the left hand seat of Air Force One, some seven stories up in the air, was like watching some test driver move in and out between cones in a zig-zag pattern along a test track that only a professional could handle.

The work that Love Field was undergoing on Wednesday was due to be finished in time for the arrival of Air Force One ( SAM 29000 ran late arriving as Air Force One anyway) and the work was finished, but at the time the schedule was put into place, the White House Staff for Schedule Making decided to land at DFW to error on the safe side. After all, it was  POTUS that was being juggled around in the schedule. As it ended up, the meeting with Governor Perry and others was held in one of the conference rooms at DalFort Fueling where Air Force One usually parks anyway.

The old neighborhood where mom had lived has changed a lot since she passed over. It's more youthful now. Many of the wonderful 1950-60 era sprawling one floor ranch-styles have been purchased up, torn down and rebuilt with McMansions, the process of reclaiming perfectly good neighborhoods and putting two story and still sprawling houses with both double and a single garage doors and roof lines that make Edgar Allen Poe's House of Seven Gables easy to count by today's standards.

On Wednesday, the neighborhood's  neighbors were all out in force to catch a glimpse of POTUS. I can recall doing the same thing when Carter, Nixon and Johnson had come to my neighborhood after I had left the nest and started my own family. Nothing in life really changes much, just the GPS points and neighborhood names and a little architecture meddling hear and there.

This was the first time out of the last six trips to the Metroplex that I have failed to go watch Air Force One arrive. Actually, I had planned to go over to the old neighborhood and do what all the old neighbors were doing--wait to catch a glimpse of the president. But, that would be worse than getting caught up in traffic snarls at either of the two airports, the tollway etc.,etc.

St. Michael Drive runs from Forest Lane near Medical City Hospital  to Royal Lane between US 75 Central Expressway to Hillcrest Avenue. At Royal Lane, St. Michael becomes Boedecker, continues to run south and ends in the new parking lot of the George W. Bush Presidential Library on the campus of Southern Methodist University. When ever I cross Boedecker to this day, I sing the word to the tune of "Gold-Finger!" by saying, Boe--Decker!-- is a street. It's just one of those things that I like to do. The area is just west and behind the JCC (Jewish Community Center) on Northhaven Road. Midbury runs one street north of Northhaven.


The part of the street were the president would be attending is  east of St. Michael on a cul-de-sac. I'm sure the Secret Service were pulling out their hair again because it is such a "dead end" type- area. It's one of the things mom liked about the neighborhood. She liked driving the back roads and she knew every angle of that neighborhood like the back of her hand. You never wanted to race her on the expressways. Just when you thought you had won--you looked up and saw the baby blue Buick  coming at you. She would park having gotten the right-of-way and all you could do was to pull in next to her (and laugh to yourself in defeat).

For now, there will be a count down to to the retirement of this SAM-29000 and the back-up. The bigger and more modern and upgraded 747-800 with the elongated second deck will await a new President in 2016. There has been talk of  a new Marine One and others in the detail. Most people get excited over a new car. I get excited over a new presidential plane. After all, it is the most visible source for our American Democracy on display where ever it flies. So make the best of presidential motorcade traffic jams!!

Not Everything Is Revealed At A Grand Opening.

This Father's Day the city of Dallas held another big party on a bridge. The first one was the opening of the Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge, the Santiago Calatrava designed cable-stayed bridge over the Trinity River. With connecting of downtown to west Dallas, new development soon followed.

This time, the party was held on the adjacent Continental Bridge that carried traffic across the Trinity for 85 years. After the transformation of the Continental Bridge was complete, it was opened Father's Day as the Continental Bridge Pedestrian Park and below it, the city opened the new Skyline Trail along and between the Trinity levees on both sides of the river.

The party also celebrated by serving a gourmet lunch on a 100 yard long table by 50 top chefs in Dallas. A 5 k run had been taken off below earlier in the morning. The turnout was a success for visitors, riders and runners.

Two weeks later, the new park brought out the fun stuff. The water jets that shoot streams of water into the air were working as was the misting stations and not just for the kids. A lady in her wheel chair was being pushed by a member of her family and all were having fun and laughs at getting wet. The separate misting stations have contour chaise lounges under them.

 While the chess board was seen at the opening, there are also tables with chess boards and checker boards inlaid in the tables and I had suspected that the squares on the deck were just to denote where the chess and checkers would be available. Wrong! beautiful, heavy wooden chess pieces were out on the squares at this visit. They were stunning! Beautiful wood. Lacquered finishes that shined in the sun. Amazing. They are designed for a game of stand up chess.

The opponent: Black in color with the same high gloss look.

Father's Day Opening Luncheon on the bridge.

Cremation of the Big Oaks at White Rock

It is sad to report that another of the big old oaks at White Rock came down in a storm this past week.  This one was about 31-inches in circumference. There were three others that sustained severe damage to large limbs in the same area in an around Preservation Grove. Ironically, last fall, there had been a planting of many new trees by Friends of the Lake in the Grove area.

This past winter, I had started to photograph the old and mighty trees that have so much character and grow around the nine miles that circumnavigate White Rock's shores via  roads and accompanying trails. There are about thirty of particular interest that have received many lightening strikes over the years; lost limbs during storms or were felled by some type of disease or infestation. It has long been my opinion that the big old oaks that have so much character are part of the overall character of the lake itself.  Many lake-goers simply see them as trees and nothing more. I hear all the time," it is where I go to bike" or "I run there".  I'd like to say, "no you only pass through, you don't notice anything else about the jewel of the Dallas Park System" but I don't. I keep quiet. For me that's difficult!!

The past couple of years, there has been some new home construction at the lake. One modern with solar power, one classic revival , one country-style, one mixture of modern and old. There is one that jumped out at me on a rather steep hillside  blends into the trees so well that had not the glass picked up a reflection, I wound not have know it was there. On the east side of the lake last year, several homes were gutted and remodeled  in this type of architecture. I counted four new homes under construction that are at the completed foundation level of building.  So, while the planting of the new trees at Preservation Grove will grow and age with these new homes, it is difficult to see the mighty trees that grow at White Rock go away one-by-one; being cremated in someone's fire place.

Note the thickness of the bark covering.

Two more big oaks are seen in the background along with the new plantings from last fall.

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Bad Feelings About The Landing

Oh, Dear!

Manhattan

I have been reading a lot of history lately. Old History. Big Bang history. Cosmic dust old. Universe old. The most interesting of late has been one of  the many space telescopes view of the back side of a black hole never before seen. For years articles have appeared about the planetary nursery of planets blah blah blah. Of late, the increased space rock watch that is now more of a concern than in the past makes me wonder what scientist have discovered that they are not telling  Now that really worries me. But, the article about black holes where  matter flowing into them is  being called food gets even more frightening  since the discovery of the back side of one actually showing that food being spewed out as it begins to forms new stars is really quite amazing.

 At the same time, I have been reading a lot of futuristic stuff. Like Saturn's moon, Titan is the only other rock that we know about that has flowing liquids. Or, the black hole of our galaxy, The Milky Way, that is 100 times the size of our sun. Or, that there is another galaxy that will collide with our own galaxy in a few million years or so (don't want to be around for that).  You though that  when I said futuristic, I was talking about some action figure of comic books fame.

All this got me to thinking. Serious thinking. How my views of life and goals made, achieved, readjusted or missed have once again changed from the days of my youth, early adulthood, mid-life and currently. When the space race began, going to the moon was a three day trip. Now, the talk of Mars is a three year trip. I'm sorry, but travel time needs to be more speedy.

In the grand scheme of things --and seeing what we see overall as the big picture, most likely is just a view of a pin-head size world that we are aware of-- that does not frighten me as much as I though it might. What really frightens me is the degree of arrogance  display for our 400 years on this side of the Atlantic. When you stop to think that the weekend home of Queen Elizabeth II, Windsor Castle, was first viewed and laid out by her distant relative, William the Conqueror of 1066 fame and that every King and a few Queens since have made significant contributions to that 13 acres of Perpendicular Gothic style buildings, or its parks or twin farms. Windsor Castle will not stand forever. It almost ended with the fire in 1992. The point being is that we will all come and be long gone after what we build and accomplish on this earth. Really, 13,000 years from now, who is really going to care unless they are an anthropologist or archaeologist.  The second point is that life can change in the blink of an eye but only a small (and I mean small) sample of anyone in the future is really going to give a rats ass.

So while be build great architectures on the island or a show house in the Hamptons on yet another island and write and perform the humanities we love and enjoy on an Ivy League Green or an English campus cloister our only hope is somewhere out there in this amazing cosmos, there really is our creator.
 

Mom and Gretzky Were Much Alike In Their Thinking

Mom has been gone 10 years this August. She would have been 90 this month.  She and George H W Bush had birthdays only a few  days apart and George W and I share the same birthday. That's where the comparisons stop although there are a few more that are rather interesting.

Mom was also a Rosie Riveter  at Willow Run Airport 's bomber assembly plant in Ypsilanti, Michigan, a community west of Detroit and former home to the Flying Tiger's Airline who flew freight for many years after the war. The theme of Rosie Riveter was a young woman with a red and white bandanna wrapped around her head, blue shirt and a arm in a 90-degree pump action proclaiming, "We Can Do It!"  Mom put two bolts into the underside of the plane's wing.

Some fifteen years ago while visiting some friends outside of Columbus, Ohio, one of the bombers were on display at a nearby county airport that is west of Columbus. Mom said to me later when asking her about why she went to see the plane, " I wanted to see if I could remember those bolts after 50 years." she said.  She continued to say that," instantly, I recognized those bolts  just as soon as I walked under the wing and looked up. My eyes fell on those bolts. There they were after all those years in the air!"

Mom was really ahead of her time in many ways. She thought ahead that way too! She knew how to cut down on risk even if it was from a thunderstorm. She only had one accident driving here entire driving lifetime. It wasn't her fault, but the lady that caused the accident did pass. The lady came across 6 lanes of traffic, hitting mom then crossing two more lanes into a ditch.

 As a young girl, of 17, she avoided a boating accident on a popular lake  by having that sense of danger and backing out as one of the passengers at the last minute. That day, three of the four girls died when the boat capsized. Two years late, she was in Detroit putting rivets in bombers used in Europe during World War II.


Mom was an interesting person,too. Few people were ever able to enter into her inter circle. Mom was a very modest person. She got that from my grandfather. She was the youngest of four, growing up in the depression years of the south. But her father (my grandfather) was a very successful business man in Arkansas. As I have mentioned in post before, he was a grocer and had also served with the US Marshall's Office for several years. At the time of his death, he and my grandmother were running their largest grocery to date. The Spear Lake Grocery was at the edge of a large cotton field where John Grisham based one of his novels growing up in Arkansas, publishing, "The Painted House".  At my grandfather's funeral, in a still segregated south, white and black came together filling the Methodist Church and the grounds outside the church in Lepanto.   Previous post displays a picture of him with my mom and one of her older sisters sitting on the counter in the restaurant portion of his boarding house with the start of his grocery business in 1928 already beginning to appear on the wall. My grandfather had many friends. Word of mouth networking sent many interesting people to my grandfather's store who later would befriend him. One of those to do so was none other than Brooklyn Dodger pitcher, Elwin Charles (Preacher ) Roe. Roe went quail hunting with my grandfather and uncle who was a Methodist preacher. Mom would say later about Preacher Roe that," he's from Ash Flat and played for the Cardinals (St.Louis) but he was meant to be a Dodger (Brooklyn)". Mom remained a Dodger fan all her life. Preacher ran a family grocery business just over the Missouri line in West Plains after he retired.

Mom was bright, intelligent and learned how to spin a story listening to the boarders talking at dinner or customers coming into the store talking to my grandfather after getting off the train. The boarding house was across the street from the train station and a block from the entry to the Singer Sewing Machine Cabinet Plant. The workers at the Singer Plant were boarders and they were customers for grocery items but they could get breakfast and dinner in the restaurant also. Mom had a business sense from her earliest recollections. My grandfather was a very good teacher to mom but he also inspired me from a very early age. My father was a prince, but my grandfather was king.

Mom would also sing on the radio on Saturday nights. My great uncle, William (Willie) Beard owned and operated KBTM-AM radio for many years. There was a local Saturday night show much like the Grand Ole Opery on WMC. KBTM signal would sometimes overlap and skip sometimes with the Grand Ole Opery and the Louisiana Hayride shows. So to sing on KBTM you had to have a good voice and have some good material. Mom had both. KBTM is now outside the family but still operating today.

Mom was also a surprise more often than not. Just when you thought that you knew who she was, she would spring a surprise on you that generally would blow you away  more than knock you off your feet! She really did learn from guys like Preacher Roe and my  uncle  (the Methodist preacher) and
others that pampered her growing up. She would use that later to pull rabbits out of the hat at any time.

My last big surprise before she passed was a bed-side talk in the rehab facility after her first stroke. When we talked before her stroke, sometime we would both be laughing so hard the tears were dropping on the floor and my side would hurt for days afterwards. She had a rather dry sense of humor at times and it would just draw you in even when you were prepared for her to stare you down.

She would tell me things about the days in Detroit during the war. Things, I would ask her about many times but only got answers when she was ready to release them. But when she did, it was usually like the blast from a jet engine. I was helping her clean out her closets a few years before she passed. I came across a picture of her in her late teens or very early 20s. Later, I ask her about that picture. She would not admit that it existed. When I ask her about it again, she became a bit irritated with me and that was not her normal self. I looked for that picture until she passed and afterwards, I closely watched everything. To this day, I do not know what happened to that picture. That picture was as good as any young movie star glossy. I think it came about from her days singing on KBTM. That picture was a talent scout image.

During the picture hunt, I  came across a court document that she had tucked away in a file in her closet. This time, I brought it out and ask her what was going on. She ask me if I had read it? When I said that," I have glanced at it," and that," no, I have not read it yet," she replied, "Read it."
I said,"Mother, this makes you an officer of the court and that you have been appointed to serve as juvenile probation officer." She said, "I know." She never discussed it further.

But for me, since I have been a Detroit Red Wings hockey fan for eons, maybe longer, we were talking about sports one afternoon. She had long talked about baseball but having discovered earlier the bifurcated whys of her lifetime Dodger fan hood, I had ask her about other sports. She didn't like basketball. She liked football. When I ask her about Hockey, she said, " the Red Wings have been my inspiration in life". That blew me away but I ask if she had any favorite player, thinking she would say Gordie Howe, because she was but a couple years older. Once again, she blew my socks off with, "You know, the Great Gretzky once said, ' I skate to where the puck will be, not where it is.' "  That was all I needed to hear. My Mom and the Great Gretzky thought alike!

We all miss you mom. Happy Birthday.


edited for clarity