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Mashed Potatoes

The cost and impli­ca­tions of chang­ing the viaduct to an over­pass was stud­ied, com­mit­teed, inves­ti­gated, briefed, rebud­geted, open-housed and town-halled ad infini­tum, with no deci­sive con­clu­sion ever drawn. So, like any good idea over-thought, noth­ing was done or changed; the dip remained a legacy to bureau­cratic inde­ci­sive­ness that cost Uta­hans in every storm ever since. Ulti­mately, we– the men and women look­ing at the acci­dent from the embank­ment on the side– made the deci­sion not to fix the flooded viaduct in front of us. We would not fund the fix, nor force the name­less, face­less, spine­less pen push­ers to be respon­si­ble and do the right thing. Con­tinue read­ing

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Bring On The Ballet

We were in a large sta­dium, and I was up one side in the bleach­ers. The girls were all there, out on a large play­ing field. They were lined up like wave after wave of drill teams, the old­est girls at the front, younger girls stretched out behind them. Tori would have been half-way back. From my side, the girls seem to go on for­ever. I had not real­ized there were so many girls at Barbara’s school. Con­tinue read­ing

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Planes, Naan and 58 Chevys

Topanga Air­port has it’s field and all the gates to be all open air. The cli­mate is nice enough here; this is South­ern Cal­i­for­nia, after all. Lisa and I are game for adven­ture, so we decide to try the new air­port out and see how it runs. We walk up to the tick­et­ing agent for South­west and ask to pur­chase tick­ets to Las Vegas… Con­tinue read­ing

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