Notice how, in these early aerial photos, they’ve hardly begun construction of the cellphone tower at Lincoln and Lincoln.
Echoing through the neighborhood this afternoon, the sound of a serious car accident. As usual, it was at Lincoln & Malone:
No one was hurt seriously except the passenger sitting in the right car. She seemed to be in a state of shock and eventually left the scene on a stretcher.
The little pedestrian with the scooter was also hurt, but I don’t know how that happened.
This intersection seems to be a more dangerous than most. Why is that?
Our friends have a son living in Japan. Skype allows them to maintain continuous contact with him, and report that he is doing fine:
Tokyo is 150 miles from the Fukushima nuclear-power plant damaged in the recent earthquake, but so far no one seems to think that current radiation levels in Tokyo pose much risk to human health.
It was seven or eight years ago when I started noticing a depression on the lawn in our back yard. Jumping up and down on it made me think there might be buried treasure.
I took a shovel and cut into the grass around the edge of the depression when suddenly whoosh! The circle of lawn disappeared. It was a sunny day and all I could see was a dark black hole. I must have turned completely white because all I could do for a while was stand there in shock.
That’s why they call it a “yardstick”, right?
Marleigh wants to know what I’m doing down there.
This deep, brick lined hole was the overflow for an ancient septic system. All the bricks were completely clean, with just one dry nasty pipe poking into it from the side.
One time I surprised some visitors by hiding in our “stink hole” and lighting my face with a flashlight when they peeked into it.
We eventually filled it completely with concrete slurry.