If it’s not one thing it’s another

This morning bright and early the county of San Bernardino started working on the wash behind my house. They claim it’s  for flood control purposes.

Maybe… Basically they’re making a straight flume that aims all the mud, rocks,and other debris right at a low bridge on one of the main roads into town.

The problem is that they’re running heavy equipment on the nice soft asphalt road that the residents on my street originally paid to have installed. Two years ago the Water Company had to tear up the road to replace the main water pipes. The County wouldn’t replace the road surface, so the Water Company ponied up the cash and they did. I have a lot of respect for my local Water Company guys.

The problem is that the county says on the one hand the road is private, so they won’t do snow removal in the Winter. But they won’t let us gate the road.

In summer, as they please, they drive all manner of heavy machines on the road causing damage that they won’t fix since its not a county maintained road.

So which is it? If it’s a private road, then the residents could put in an electric gate to keep the riff raff out. Since the county won’t let us gate the road claiming they have right of way, then the COUNTY should maintain the road, and provide snow removal.

Even speaking to the supervisor of this job today, once he called it a county road and once he called it a private road. I understand he’s just doing his job and I understand that his department is different from the road and snow removal departments.

I didn’t want to hassle him, and I told him that. I simply explained that the county plays fast and loose with their definitions and that it’s not fair. I asked him if he could simply avoid using my street with the heavy equipment.

The guy was a decent fellow. He explained that he really had no other choices. when his truck can’t back up and turn around after dumping a load of rock for the flood control channel (a.k.a. The wash) he has no other exit but our street.

Ya know, I had to concede that point. I looked around and after a second told this man he was right. He looked a bit shocked but told me that he’d do his level best to make sure the truck was empty and moving slow to minimize the stress on the street.

You know compromise between two honorable men usually works very well. True to his word, he’s minimizing his use of the road and I appreciate his effort.

If the county would accept responsibility for the street the other residents and I wouldn’t have any problem at all.

This honorable man suggested that I bring it up with the County Board of Supervisors to see if they’ll just accept the street and provide us with the services our taxes supposedly pay for.

You know in all it was a productive and reasonable conversation.

Happy Labor Day

Welcome to a wet Labor Day here in the mountains.

It rained most of the night and the forecast says that we may see more thunderstorms throughout the day.

GOOD!

I love it when it rains like this. I can smell the water in the air, and the wet ground. There’s a cool breeze and right now the sun is breaking through the clouds.

I hope everyone has a safe and happy Holiday. As for me I plan to stick around home do some studying and have a quiet day.

Re-Evalution in old relationships

I’m from The South.
No, I’m not a “The South shall rise again” kind of guy. That ship has sailed and I, like most of the Southerners I know are good with it.
I was born and raised South of the Mason-Dixon line. I’m proud of where I came from. I’m proud of the freedoms I enjoyed as a child and that I was safe no matter where I was in my local environment.
I’ve been thinking about being from The South because of a rather disturbing email exchange with someone I’ve known for years. I’m astounded at how after all this time, this person is comfortable denigrating all things Southern including apparently Me.
This characterization was in response to my mentioning offhandedly and with a certain amount of tongue in cheek that I had earthquake supplies, a personal plan, at least one gun with ammo, and that my family had a loose plan to meet at a central location in the event of some serious catastrophe.
I’ve got enough in emergency supplies to feed 2 people for at least 12 days. That’s BEFORE I have to get creative with water, or start hunting. I honestly think that I should have more, but this, as a minimum will do. I also think that I’m going to be feeding several of my neighbors who for one reason or another won’t be able to feed themselves.
My family seems to have always had a motto, “Better to have a plan you don’t need, than to need a plan you don’t have.” I don’t know if I read that somewhere and am using it to describe our desire to be ready for trouble or if it was something my Dad & Granddad said.
The next series of email responses frankly blew my mind.
In the course of the emails this person painted me as an irrelevant, ignorant, ammo hoarding, gun toting, survivalist, neo-nazi, with no social conscience, who was waiting for the end times!
It was as though because I wasn’t complacently expecting for the government to simply take care of me that somehow I was “Wrong-headed”.
When someone you know takes you to task like this, you can do a few things. Get offended, Get Angry, or Re-evaluate your stance.
99% of the time, I’ll pick door number 1 or door number 2. In this situation because of the long standing relationship and the fact that I have a lot of respect for this person, I chose door number 3.
I thought about my childhood and how that had shaped the man I would become. A man, by the way that in general I’m proud to be. I’m comfortable in my skin and getting more so with each passing day.

I’m shocked every time I encounter the kind of thinking that suggests somehow the South is full of a bunch of ignorant savages.

It’s astounding that educated, “Fair-Minded”, liberal people, get away with painting a picture suggesting that everyone in, or from The South are racist, rednecks, with rifles slung over their shoulders and pistols in their ass cracks. This characterization couldn’t be further from the truth…

Honestly, as a Southerner I find the generalization offensive. Particularly when these generalizations are delivered by people that supposedly know me.