rclab

Neither my prospects or yours will matter in the final reckoning. As always ...

A half century after Rachel Carson’s tome and the Spring remains silent, if, in fact, it’s still there. As always ....

The planet or, a concept I enjoy, Gaia will self regulate and find balance. Whether humanity can survive that balance will be of no consequence to the planet. As always .....

Tip, In the middle of the last century, when I was young, I remember a teacher telling me that Australia looked like an upside down version of the USA. Looking at the graphic above brings to mind the picture of Dorian Grey or perhaps Alice through the Looking Glass with the Mad Hatter and Queen Of Hearts going full tilt. Of course, the Cheshire Cat looms in the background. As always .....

The Piper May be cheated initially but will let paid, at cost, in the end. Unlike that morality tales children, one might wonder what near and dear will be taken from us. As always .....

Or changed their screen name and re-registered . As always ......

“Hell” ah mythology is no stranger to you either. As always ....

My long term optimism is not as robust. “Not a certainty” well, may your fine statement be heard by whomever or whatever gives us comfort. As always .....

The question/plea, at least in our nation, stands; when will all of us be willing to sacrifice/suffer for the greater good of every one of us? As always .....

Thank you for the attachments, Unc My father told me, when I asked him about it, that it started, got heavy and just kept going. Surface transportation ground to a halt. Many of the trolly lines, still active in the city, certainly weren’t going anywhere. My dad said he hated the snow, yet he was the first one outside when the flakes started to fall. When snow was on the ground a week or so after Christmas, he would create a snow bank, place our large dried discarded tree in it and light it up. Made for quite a brief show on Bay Ridge Oarkway/75th st. Christmas tree burning was a ritual in those days, probably a felony today. Dad was a closet weenie but until his last dat with us, I would never have had the courage to tell him.. As always .....

You must have had your first experience playing in the snow during winter 60-61. If so only photos or parents/siblings could confirm. Thank you for the reply, as always .....

I was in College in Ark. for the Lindsey storm and was a letter carrier for the 78, “ it’s supposed to rain disaster” I remember the radio blurbs saying the change to rain would occur very quickly. 13 inches later the were right. If you count freezing drizzle as rain. I was only 8 months old for the Dec. 47 storm, I could look it up but maybe Unc knows, off hand, if that one was a surprise or, for the time, properly forecast. As always ...

“This Too Shall Pass” are four words that always gave me comfort. In reference to the video above I believe those four words are being answered by another four words: “Now You’ll Get Yours”. As always ......

When serious, full political spectrum action plans are implemented, I wonder which floor of the UN building the floating docks will be moored to. As always ...

Even if “from the mouth of babes “ is as old as forky. As always .....

I’m not sure if using children, in the manner shown is wise, regardless of intention. The action becomes clouded by media hype and the true purpose compromised. The adult individual identified as closest to the movement becomes a very appealing target for negative comparison. More political back and forth, nicely avoiding the point into non discussion/action. “From the mouths of babes” is a spontaneous reaction to something not right or comfortable in a child’s mind. When the children start asking; “why doesn’t it snow here anymore” or later on “what is snow” the sorrowful parent/guardian will beg the question. The correct answer will already have been given by Nature, then, of course, it will be too late. As always .....

To change the mindset of power would probably require making the dramatic changes profitable. When will balance assert itself. Will even a catastrophe, such as ice sheet collapse, Greenland glacier disintegration, Gulf Stream interruption, Yellowstone caldera awakening, I wonder. I think of the extravagant fiction of Art Bells, The Coming Superstorm, than I stand in my Cobble Hill back yard look up and think that today’s, 86 degree, suns rays, a little over 15,000 years ago, glinted off the surface of an ice sheet almost a quarter of a mile above me. All the good intentions and the road that’s paved to, well I fear that (weather) we like it of not, a balance will be reached. I doubt it will be pleasant. As always ....

Don, it’s two minutes to midnight on the atomic apocalypse/climate change doomsday clock. While an atomic conflagration, is more immediate and physically frightening I wonder if it and climate change should be linked. Theoretically, even though not likely, if an outbreak of sanity took place in the seats of power and a decision to destroy all existing atomic weapons and the means to make them, the threat would instantly diminish and the clock would roll back. The climate does not work that way. If that same out break of sanity took place regarding climate would the clock appreciably change at all. Sadly a change of mindset, while welcome, can do little to alter the path, if it reaches a point of no return. As always ....

So as the Yahs and the Nays batter each other; the audience falls into a dangerous state of ennui. As I watch the fabled Northwest Passage open up every spring and wonder if Santa has flood insurance; I ponder the sad result of the above. Cover the eyes, the ears and the mouth all at the same time. What finally does get our attention may not be very pleasant. As always ......

Thank you I.B. I closed my eyes and I was there. I could feel the dew as I walked, breathed and was caressed by the morning mists. The chance of actually being there is long gone. Dreams are easy and wonderful. It’s the waking that is difficult. As always .....

I think we should all make use of a coaster. As always ......

Down under as always .....

Thank you, Unc. I liked Mr. Casper and his style of delivery. My ‘thank you’ for delivering two routes, without even being a regular, was .... I only had to deliver one route the next day. 41 years does make a difference. As always .....

Your memory is sharper, Unc. I do remember Scott Muni. I also remember listening, a year or two later to HOA, Herb Oscar Anderson. He had a fine morning radio broadcast. The biggest change to rain blunder I remember was a 78 Jan or Feb storm. I was a letter carrier in Brooklyn Heights and delivered two routs that day. The motto was taken seriously. It was supposed to change to rain quickly. 13.5 inches later it finally changed to freezing drizzle. As always .....

I can never forget the raging river that was really the stairs going up to Fort Green Park during Donna. Schools were not closed for that one. I remember seeing the widest and beautiful rainbow in my Dyker Heights sky. The day the March snow storm started I was riding the Sea Beach express back from a school chums house, in Coney Island. I remember my father, that night, settling the old, yes he still had it, 50 Buick in the big alley community drive. The winds were strong with drifts already growing. Bay Ridge Parkway was a snow emergency street and the Old Man was in no mood to get towed again. Moving vehicles were banned from the streets during the emergency. A reminder of the disasters brings them right back to me. John Tillman on my black and white TV reporting, on site, the Constellation fire. The young boy Boeing 707 passenger, who only survived a couple of Days. The heartbreaking photos in the news and mirror. The fellow selling Christmas trees at the crash impact site, I believe his remains were never found. Perhaps I’m wrong but it sorta stuck with me. A dramatic fall and winter series of events, some great , some far from it and never forgotten . As always ...