Uber the river

  

I want to have a blog post, one of those that flows from finger tips to cyber space, with maybe a pause at auto correct because no three letter word is correct. Even two letter words. Proof reading remains the last job before post. Even then…

I suppose it’s the thick atmosphere choking me these days. My brain really sags under Foggy Bottom. The Prez who got a wall. We’re used to that insanity. How about the federal parks bill just passed by the Senate? Some deserving parks and Joshua trees received great help. This park I live in was passed over again, for the usual road and building repair backlog.

The Cuyahoga Valley National Park seems to be the only park that leases back farm land to wannabees. The same farms emanate domained a mere fifty years ago, allowed to fall into ruin, and now a half dozen of the four hundred odd small holdings have been renovated and leased. One of the farmers is loved and supported by the community, but that not enough to weather the shutdown. Their CSA program is axed for 2019, as the National Park system attempts its 11.6 billion dollar maintenance backlog.

Trapp Family Farm

I turned to more local clips for better news. Sometimes the local local is best of all. In Chagrin Falls, a village enough bigger than mine to provide Uber service, some poor mother still was called upon to drive her son home. The Uber driver exited the car often and circled it, bemoaning driving in snow. Eventually he returned to the village, and that alternate mode, Mom, was engaged, a week ago. When it snowed.

Shots fired, Wilding Chase! This also from the Chagrin Falls police blotter, completely stumped me. A Wilding chase. How dreadful. Chagrin Falls roads are like ours, winding, uphill and down, two lane, through the Chagrin River valley. After much unfruitful thought, I searched the definition of “Wilding”, and google returned Wilding Chase, a residential street in Chagrin Falls.

The National Weather Service issued a Pup Alert!, a small dog warning. The storm that left inches and inches and inches of snow from Washington State to Ontario, Canada, has a wet underbelly of massive rain and heavy wind. A winter storm underbelly in this country generally means rain in the Ohio River valley and south. 

But this storm’s snow ended in Detroit, and the rain began at Lake Erie. Laura told me over supper, she walked almighty fast to get to the bus shelter this morning, and not be blown down the road or soaked to the skin.