Thursday, October 11, 2007
Word has it one of the presidential candidates supports a movement to outlaw pack-tripping in the Himalayas. Yeah. You read it here first.
Saturday, October 06, 2007
My son works on billboards and tells me of the interesting locations and sometimes difficult terraine he has to negotiate to reach them. "All you have to do is follow the power lines, Mom...."
So we did. We followed them alongside railroad tracks, rows of which run under the East 14th Street bridge, a bridge that I've crossed hundreds of times over the years I've lived in Des Moines. I just never gave much thought to the world below.
I gave it some thought last winter when he called and mentioned that the billboard on which he was working had just "leaned" in the wind. Leaned????
"Well, it just sort of gently started to tip..."
"While you were on it??"
"Yup. It stopped, though."
"So it just started to lean and then it stopped??"
"And what did you do???"
"We got the hell off there, that's what we did."
I didn't ask how high up in the air he was when the billboard began to tip. The leaning had stopped. He was safe on the ground. Really, how high could it have been??
Really, really high. REALLY high. I took this photo from the ground below the bridge.
Taken with my zoom lens, this is the same billboard that started to lean while Mike and his crew were changing the picture. The board itself is 40-some feet ABOVE the surface of the East 14th Street bridge.
And the expanse below is like an alien world.
Aliens with spray cans, that is.
See what I mean? I kept thinking someone was going to pop out of the weeds and ask me to take them to my leader. It's spooky down there. It's a world of broken bottles, random castaway car parts and suspicious paths leading off into the woods through which, if you squinted and parted the leaves, you can make out the shape of tents fashioned from tarp.This is also a world of mosquitoes. Zillions of mosquitoes, all of whom lie in the weeds in wait for the next unsuspecting warm-blooded entree.
Mike assured me these are the bones of a deer. Maybe I've seen too many episodes of C.S.I. but I wasn't interested in sticking around long enough to find out. We hiked back to the car with a new understanding of the phrase, "the other side of the tracks."
See that dark little block off in the distance, the one that has a little point on the top?
That's 801 Grand.
..........where our Molly is working nights as our favorite Irish bartender.
We're still fun. We're still a little goofy.
Nothing much has really changed. A job change here, a new baby on the way there. The grandbabies are fine,Jerry is on his way to Mexico again, Kelli's brother will be home on leave soon. Patrick has started Kindergarten and Justin is concerned about the estrogen in his junior-high lunch milk.
And things still get a little blurry as the evening wears on.)(NOTE TO SELF: WEAR YOUR GLASSES, DEB) Paula and her hubby left before I brought out the camera, but they were there to laugh with us too. And now we all want Lindsey to tell us how we measured up to the descriptions she'd gotten from Kelli...
Great to see you guys!!!