Saturday, December 07, 2013
play in the snow...
I had the unlikely opportunity to come to the rescue of a police car in the afternoon. When I arrived with my tractor at the end of my long road where it hits the highway, I found a half dozen vehicles parked including the fire chief, a tow truck, the police chief's car, a city works truck loaded with gravel and with the blade mounted on front. The drivers were standing there scratching their heads. A 4-wheel-drive police car had tried to make a run up ice-packed Grand Avenue and got stuck in the middle of the road half way up the long hill.
There was never a street in the world as misnamed as our "Grand." First, it's not an avenue, and secondly, its not grand.
In any case, the police car could not go forward up the ice, and it could not back safely down without losing control and possibly going off the side of a 30 ft. embankment. The tow truck could not get in range to be of any use. The gravel truck could not get up the hill, or down from the other side to be of any help because the police car was smack dab in the middle of the road.
They asked, "could you take your tractor up the hill and use your box blade to clear the ice?" Of course. I backed my tractor up the hill to the patrol car, lowered both the box blade and front end loader and scraped ice all the way down the hill. A second pass cleared enough snow and ice so that the patrol car could safely pass down. It took less than 5 minutes to do the good deed. It felt good to be able to come to the rescue, and of a police car, no less. It might seem silly to some that a person can take pleasure in being of use to someone else. But that pleasure is the simple glue that binds the threads of humanity into a meaningful form. It is associated with feel good neurohormones that can warm you even on the coldest day. As the police car backed safely down, I gave a two fingered gloved salute and went back to scooping snow off my road.
In our struggle against SWEPCO's unwanted power line, it seems that Section 106 of the National Historic Preservation Act is our newest friend. It protects valuable historic properties from wanton destruction by governmental agencies or by corporations if what they plan to do involves permits to cross government lands or waterways. It seems that if the US Army Corp of Engineers does its job properly, it must be in compliance with Section 106, and cannot under any but the most dire circumstances allow the power line to be put in where it would damage the Trail of Tears or imperil the future of the National Battlefield Park at Pea Ridge. The Advisory Council on Historic Preservation asks that we contact agencies to demand that Section 106 be enforced. Indeed, we will.
My art show will be at Lux Weaving Studio from 4 to 9 PM, 18 White St. Eureka Springs, AR.
Make, fix, and create...