Wednesday, March 15, 2006
"medium"-rare
This morning, or maybe yesterday, I read the headline of news story about another recent study that talks about how anything in your car can be a deadly distraction. The cynic that I am chunked this immediately into the "duh" file of my brain and skipped right along to who died in Hollywood. So this afternoon I almost killed a few elementary school kids. I was just driving along the street, on my way down to Warwick to work with the teens, wrapped up in a radio call-in show, and I see the school bus stopped, I even think about the stop-sign that is sticking out at my car, but only until he starts honking loudly at me do I slam on my brakes. The driver gets out and escorts the kids across the crosswalk. I avoided eye contact, naturally. The sad thing about it all: a few kids almost died, and it would be just another fallout from the steroids in baseball scandal.
Speaking of Warwick...the past two days I have found myself driving along the streets of Warwick and seeing images of disaster and devistation. The scary thing is that these occurances have happened quite often in the past; throughout my life I have experienced wicked deja vu. I know many of us do, so it's not that much of a big deal. Still I can't ignore the fact that I've been driving around and looking at areas and realizing that should a hurricane hit--when a hurricane hits--the area it could be a huge mess up in here. Homes completely lost, swept out to the bay. Roads washed away. This area is so developed, so compacted, it really really scares me. Add in that a big storm is predicted sooner than later and the equation just gets more frightening. I chalk it up these feelings/experiences to one half deja vu, one half disaster paranoia. I just see that place becoming another New Orleans. Asked me a year ago where you should never move and the emergency manager in me would have said without missing a beat: New Orleans. Today it just might be Warwick, RI.
Rhode Island is a funny little state. Many, many small-owned businesses. And Warwick is the capitol. My favorites? "Johnny Cash's Check Cashing". Or then again there's "Little John's Pizza." I love anything that names itself Little John's, be it pizza or manure sales. It's just a great name: Little John's! ¶ 3/15/2006 08:13:00 PM
Speaking of Warwick...the past two days I have found myself driving along the streets of Warwick and seeing images of disaster and devistation. The scary thing is that these occurances have happened quite often in the past; throughout my life I have experienced wicked deja vu. I know many of us do, so it's not that much of a big deal. Still I can't ignore the fact that I've been driving around and looking at areas and realizing that should a hurricane hit--when a hurricane hits--the area it could be a huge mess up in here. Homes completely lost, swept out to the bay. Roads washed away. This area is so developed, so compacted, it really really scares me. Add in that a big storm is predicted sooner than later and the equation just gets more frightening. I chalk it up these feelings/experiences to one half deja vu, one half disaster paranoia. I just see that place becoming another New Orleans. Asked me a year ago where you should never move and the emergency manager in me would have said without missing a beat: New Orleans. Today it just might be Warwick, RI.
Rhode Island is a funny little state. Many, many small-owned businesses. And Warwick is the capitol. My favorites? "Johnny Cash's Check Cashing". Or then again there's "Little John's Pizza." I love anything that names itself Little John's, be it pizza or manure sales. It's just a great name: Little John's! ¶ 3/15/2006 08:13:00 PM
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yeah I know, but I like this format a lot better. more room on the screen, larger text. you know though if it's anyone's fault, it those darn baseball players with their steroids.
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