The New American Digest

When I lived in Williamsburg, I spent a lot of time on Jamestown Island. I cheated a bit – the island has a loop road which doesn’t require a entrance ticket but the Jamestown Settlement grounds do. But if one parks along the loop road and hoofs it, it’s possible to come in through a back way.

Bad DT, bad! (Nah, I have a lifetime park pass anyway – just don’t like dealing with the front office)

So here I am, wandering around the grounds and I got inspired to take this photo of the crowd more than the exhibits (though I have those photos as well).

That’s the James River in the background and Scotland Landing across the river. A ferry runs across here; free last time I was there … (gee, almost 10 years ago. Didn’t realize it had been that long …)

When you get down to it, there’s not really much to see here beyond some signs telling one what once was here; some reconstructions, a bit of facade of a 1609 church, some crumbled bricks of old foundations. A building over-standing an old 1600s glassworks pit with an operating glassworks nearby.

A ruin of a home that burned in 1895 and was never rebuilt. Some old graves, a statue of Pocahontas – probably the model was better looking than the person.

I spent a lot of time wandering through places in the woods I probably wasn’t supposed to be.

There’s a lot of history packed into this region.
I don’t want to live there again but I wouldn’t mind visiting – many places to re-visit; to see what I missed the first time ’round.

Those in the know, know …
A post from HJB – inspired by “Oh Wow Man The Colors!”

Nope – not too long for a post.

Your piece today on the ‘newly-discovered’ controlled substances reminds me of a short story from the years at Mines –

I had driven up to Boulder very early one Saturday morning to attend a geology lecture. On the way back down Hwy 93 to Golden, mid-morning, on the dead-straight and flat section about half-way I found myself catching up to a slow-moving Volkswagen Beetle.

When I was about 100 yards behind, the Bug suddenly made a 90° right turn, ran through the roadside ditch and came to rest impaled on the barbed-wire fence along the adjacent pasture. I pulled over quickly and jumped out to render aid if needed. As I got to the car a long-haired, bearded flower child of the late 1960s Boulder / CU variety emerged with a wide-eyed look on his face …..

“Did you see that?? Did you see that??? Oh my God, did you see that??” …..
“See what, I hollered” …..

“That giant purple chicken in the middle of the road …. there was a giant purple chicken!!” ……

Seeing that he was not visibly injured, I returned to my car and made my way back to Mines, thanking my stars for having not chosen CU.

“The most dangerous man to any government is the man who is able to think things out for himself, without regard to the prevailing superstitions and taboos.” — H.L. Mencken

“Truth seekers often find themselves alone.  This is part of their initiation in order to gain self mastery.  One cannot know thy true self by being constantly surrounded by others.” —  Anonymous 

“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” ― Plato

Too many Left-Coasters moving in

“Providing a welcoming and inclusive space to learn about your bike“

The Boise Bicycle Project is hosting their third annual emergency bike repair clinic with Idaho Women’s Bikepacking. The event provides women and those who identify as female support and education around fixing their bike. Accepting people of all skill levels, BBP says it’s a place for people to feel safe and comfortable around a hobby they might not normally feel welcomed in.

A “safe space” for bicycles? What? Lessons on how not to interfere with motor vehicles when driving in the middle of the road?

It’s a bicycle. OK, a repair clinic is good – but why dump all the woke crap into it?
(because we’re all inclusive and safe and welcoming and all that – and we want people to know that they’re safe here)

“safe here” didn’t used to be an issue – but I certainly wouldn’t feel safe and welcome at such an event.

OK – I don’t go into Boise city much anyway (but then I don’t go into the nearby town here much either) – usually only because that’s the center for medical specialties.

Boise used to be a nice city … parking wasn’t a hassle, traffic was light enough that “jay-walking” wasn’t an issue – and didn’t deserve a ticket, one could walk around without being bothered by “support-our-issues” people, shops were nice without being pretentious, the city hall wasn’t full of rainbow flags and trimmings.

But that was then. “Then” wasn’t long ago – it happened quick.

Just to counter my own bitching, this was also a headline in local news:

Eagle firefighters rescue cow after it falls inside an irrigation box

“The cow fell into an irrigation box at a nearby ranch when the fire department was called. Responding crews found the cow in the irrigation box and quickly constructed a mechanical advantage system, according to EFD. The firefighters managed to extricate the cow, showing the skill and capabilities of the firefighters who responded.”
[They put straps under the cow and lifted]

Eagle is not Boise.

originally posted by Jean December 04, 2007

If I
had my way,
if it were
up to me,
I’d know
what to say
and how
to say it.
I’d know
what to feel
and when
to feel it.