Summertime and the weather’s weather

Summer starts Friday and it seems like the typical summer weather is shaping up here in the subtropical climes of the Gulf Coast United States.

Here in Cajun Texas folks can feel themselves drained by the hot weather while getting cooled off — and repeat — from a thunderstorm popped up by that “warm, moist air” of the Gulf of Mexco. As I write, a cluster of T-storms, one portion having caused a severe thunderstorm warning at one time, seems as if it is entering western Jefferson County. Jefferson County is where I call home as of now. In fact, I can hear rumbling thunder as I write. Perhaps if I was to look west I would see lightning, but I am to lazy to go outside right now.

During this time of year one may also see what is known as “heat lightning.” I used to watch heat lightning on warm summer nights when I was a kid. My Mom and Dad would talk about heat lightning as if it was some mysterious weather phenomenon. Perhaps it was back in the day. Most people are getting perhaps a bit more sophisticated about weather these days what with The Weather Channel, and Doppler radar and the Internet.

Here is a pretty good explanation for “heat lightning” from the Wikipedia:

 Heat lightning is the name used for the faint flashes of lightning on the horizon or other clouds from distant thunderstorms that do not have accompanying sounds of thunder. This happens because the lightning occurs very far away and the sound dissipates before it reaches the observer. Heat lightning was named because it often occurs on hot summer nights and to distinguish it from lightning accompanied by audible thunder and cooling rainfall at the point of observation.

Of course, growing up during the Vietnam war, I also would often hear the distant sound of what one might think was thunder but had no accompanying light show. This was what might have been from artillery fired at Fort Polk, which was across the Sabine River and into Louisiana some 35 miles away. Hearing something from such a distance might seem far-fetched these days, especially for the urban dweller. But where I grew up was mighty, mighty quiet and remains so for the most part.

Along with the scattered thunderstorm, there just might be the summer drought. Just as possible there might be the tropical storm or disturbance from the Gulf which could turn into a hurricane. A tropical storm is rustling around right now about 55 miles off the coast from Veracruz, Mexico. Probably someone down in that vicinity needs the rain.

What, if anything, will happen in the way of tropical activity for us? It’s just wait and see. Buy you some supplies: Food, plywood, batteries, whatever you need for such an event which hopefully won’t come.

Houston firefighters killed in five-alarm restaurant-hotel blaze

I like to give a good start to the upcoming weekend but sometimes things don’t always lend themselves to the pleasant.

A black streamer crosses the insignia of Houston Local 341, the Houston Professional Firefighters Assn., mourning the loss of four firefighters this afternoon.
A black streamer crosses the insignia of Houston Local 341, the Houston Professional Firefighters Assn., mourning the loss of four firefighters this afternoon.

At least four Houston firefighter were killed this afternoon fighting a five-alarm blaze that started in an Indian restaurant in the city’s Southwest section. A press release from the offices of Houston Mayor Anise Parker and Fire Chief Terry Garrison confirmed the fatalities. A press conference is planned sometime later today at Memorial Hermann Texas Medical Center as soon as all families of those dead firefighters have been notified.

CNN also reported that five other people were injured in the fire at which some 160 people were called to scene.

The deaths today make 68 the number of Houston firefighters who died in the line of duty since the department became paid in 1895. These are the first line of duty deaths since May 2009. That fatality took place after a Houston fire cadet died following a four-mile run in which the cadet finished before anyone else.

Cohnway Johnson, 26, died in Memorial Herman five days after collapsing in a four-mile run during firefighter training. Johnson previously served as a firefighter in Oak Hill, Texas.

News reports say the fire department received a report of a blaze just after noon today at the Bhojan Restaurant. It is located at 6855 Southwest Freeway, near the intersection of Hornwood and the Southwest Freeway a.k.a. South U.S. Hwy. 59 South. The fire spread to the nearby Southwest Inn motel. A disco and sports bar also burned, according to the Houston Chronicle.

My Dad served for a short while as a volunteer firefighter in his younger days. He was happy to see his youngest son become a professional firefighter even though it was only for a mere five years. Fighting fires “gets in your blood,” said my Dad. Indeed it did, at least for me. I left my department on the best of terms, even helping out a year after leaving by assisting an out-of-town pumper crew that stood-by at my old station when a massive fire tapped all my former department’s resources. The fire at an International Paper plywood plant was destroyed. I later found ashes — some as large as 6-by-12 inches — from the fire in a cow pasture near my home some 10 miles away.

News such as this hits me, perhaps, with a bit more impact than the average citizen. I can’t say that for certain, just a feeling. All of this combined with Houston being only a mere 80 miles across I-10 from where I live.

Here’s hoping those others who were injured make a swift recovery. Likewise, I would like to give those surviving families of the fallen and their firefighter brothers and sisters who also are left to grieve my condolences.

 

‘Pow!’ Time to duck and cover kids. Teachers be packin’ heat!

The end of this month brings to an end the current session of the Texas Legislature. That would be good news in itself were it not for the fact that with the end of the lawmaking comes the culmination of a horse race for “Most Ridiculously Insane Texas Law of 2013.”

At the present we have a very solid leader for that race as lawmakers run out the clock with the inane, the idiotic and the imbecilic a.k.a. Texas Law. The front-runner makes a statement about guns, that being: The only way to combat gun violence on Texas school campuses is to turn the first grade into the OK Corral.

A bill innocently known as HB 1009 establishes secret “school marshals” which according to the bill’s text also creates:  ” … the training and appointment of certain employees of a school district or open-enrollment charter school as school marshals, and the rights, restrictions, limitations, and responsibilities of school marshals; authorizing the imposition of a fee.”Hmm, seems like there’s always a fee. No taxes though.The Senate passed the measure with a rousing 28-3 margin. Sing it — “People all over the world, join hands, join the gun train, gun train … ” The bill is headed for an inking by our gooder-n-good-haired Guv, Mister Perry his own damned self.

Rep. Jason Villalba, R-Dallas, authored the gun bill. Villalba told The Texas Tribune that the program is modeled after the federal air marshal program and the identity of the participants will supposedly be held closely. Only certain school officials, DPS, and local LEOs shall know. Yep, something looks different about Coach these days. Can’t tell what it is with those tiny shorts and a bulge from his backside. Must be some kind of new jockstrap.

“This legislation provides school districts with a cost-effective school security option that includes robust training tailored to protect children in schools during an active shooter situation,” Villalba said.

And details? What about those details? The district may appoint only one marshal per 400 students. That district “may, but shall not be required to” pay for the employee’s training. And check this out! A school marshal may carry a concealed handgun on campus but only if district regulations provide the employee is not in direct contact with students as part of the employee’s normal routine. However, the marshal:

 ” … may possess a handgun on the physical premises of a school in a locked and secured safe within the marshal’s immediate reach when conducting the marshal’s primary duty. The written regulations must also require that a handgun carried by or within access of a school marshal may be loaded only with frangible ammunition designed to disintegrate on impact for maximum safety and minimal danger to others.”

Frangible? Fragile – brittle – breakable – frail – tender – friable. I had to look it up.

I see all kinds of trouble ahead with this legislation. Yes, I’m talking trouble with a capital T, that rhymes with P and that stands for “Pow!” Trouble too extensive to extenuate! Too God-awful to genuflect! First Amendment problems. Fourth Amendment woes. Logistical problems.

“Coach, you can’t go out on the field anymore unless you move your gun safe out there! 444-44-4 or not!”

Such silliness. The Tea Partyers, the RINOs, the regular old Republicans, even the Dems, they don’t want to piss off the NRA. So the Lege just throws something together up into the atmosphere and see where it lands.

Maybe somewhere down the line that landing will bring weapons to the students so it will give them a fighting chance.

No matter whether one turns left or right … and we’ll leave ‘er right there

Well, you know how it is once you get to surfing –‘Let’s go surfin’ now, everybody’s learning how, c’mon and safari with me’ — on the old Weborooskie. Pretty soon you’ve gone from one side of the street to clear across the Chihuahuan Desert on out and over Pacific Beach.

It all started with a drive to work one morning last week. Here I am on Willow at North streets in downtown Beaumont. Here the road is one way, and three lanes from Interstate 10 all the way through downtown to old U.S. Highway 90 a.k.a. College Street where it would run into Waterfront Park on the Neches River did its route not stop at Main Street. There it is surrounded by the somewhat modernity of the City Hall and the BPD headquarters catty cornered across the street. Then there is the much more elderly modernity of the Beaumont Public Library.

Sometime in the past few years they closed Main Street between the privately-owned, LaSalle Corrections-run Jefferson County Downtown Jail and the Jefferson County Courthouse. Also that little street there included the old entrance to the Port of Beaumont.

Excuse me, but I went a way too far. I waited for the car in front of me to turn left on the red light as a traffic light stopped the cars on Willow. Beaumont doesn’t have what I would call an overabundance of one-way streets. That would certainly be the case as compared to Waco. That city where I worked for seven years and lived for six and a half years must have been laid out by an engineer who had a strong taste for something strong. That is even though the always battling pamphleteer William Cowper Brann, or Brann the Iconoclast, who at the time was perpetually at war with Baylor University and its Baptist supporters. This at the late 19th century saw Brann as one of the most popular writers in America. Brann, who used to call Waco “Jerusalem on the Brazos,” was involved in a 1898 shootout on the streets of Waco near the present day city hall. Brann died from his gunshot wounds, but not before pulling a gun and shooting his assailant, a rabid Baylor supporter named Tom Davis.

Speaking of city streets, Beaumont still has its one-ways: Laurel and Liberty which run from downtown to form what is now Phelan Boulevard. The boulevard runs past the goats and Miller’s Discount Liquor on its way to the West End. Pearl and Orleans also run in opposite directions downtown. There are others going one way.

Am I ever going to get to my tale about stopping at North on Willow? Why yes, since you asked. The car in front of me was signaling left as it stopped there at the one-way North. The traffic signal was a plain red light for us folks headed only one way, which was south. No red with an arrow pointing left. So why didn’t the car in front of me turning left? Well, because it was a case of ignorance of the law. And you know what they say about that. So, you ignorant son of a Ditch Witch, why didn’t you turn?

“Oh I didn’t know you could turn left on a red light.”

To be honest, you can’t turn left on every red light but:

 “A left turn on red is allowed when the street you are on is one-way, and the street you are turning onto is also one-way (to the left, of course).  Makes sense if you think about it– it’s just a mirror image of a right-on-red,” this says Brian Purcell, a.k.a. ‘The Texas Highway Man,’ who has an excellent blog about  the ins and outs of Texas highways.

I am not sure if this is still a living blog, but it has a lot of great information.

Something else I found that may not be as interesting when trying to find Texas highway 411. But if you, for some perverse reason, have an interest in Texas highways and byways, then go here and view this collection of Texas highway maps dating back to the 1940s. It is quite amazing to see the growth that has occurred in some areas. For instance, the booming white-flight city of Lumberton to only eight or so miles away to the north of Beaumont on U.S. 69, 96 and 287.

In the early days you would see hardly any municipalities on the map between Beaumont and Silsbee. Eventually, you would see “Loeb,” or which I knew as “Chance-Loeb,” in the 1960s when we would drive that road between Beaumont and the Pineywoods where I grew up.

Today, the U.S. Census count puts Lumberton as the largest city in Hardin County at 11,943. Silsbee, once a thriving mill town and perpetually Hardin County’s largest town, now stands at a population of 6,611. Kountze, where I once lived (actually my mail was received there–I lived in an unincorporated community called Beaumont Colony between Lumberton and Kountze), is the county seat and has a population of 2,123.

Interesting, yes? No? Well, it was to me although it might be hard to follow. What this essay should teach one and all is that it is difficult to discern where a road might take you and whether one should turn right or left on red.

I think that is what it should teach you, anyhow. But what do I know, right?

 

 

It will be a cold day in May before I …

“May Day, May Day, May Day … “

It was 68 degrees about an hour ago at the Jack Brooks Regional Airport in Nederland. That is about 15 miles southeast of Beaumont. This is May 3 and here I’ve been on the Gulf Coast near the Texas-Louisiana border freezing my cojones off. I don’t have to give that, “sure it’s not Montana,” speech. But it is only 3 degrees warmer here than in the often-shivering spot where my dear friend Sally lives, a place called Pittsfield, Mass. For those of you unfamiliar, Pittsfield its bordered by Vermont to the north, Connecticut to the South and New York to the West. And to the East? Why just the rest of Massachusetts.

What made it less than tolerable today was the steady northwesterly wind. Shiver me timbers and me box o’ Cheerios!!!

Speaking of cereal, I’ve got to get something to eat. I don’t feel like cooking. It’s a long story why. But with food inside me, I’ll feel something better. Aye matey? Here’s to a good weekend, a fair wind, following sea and a Derby full of dough on your favorite horse.

“Weep no more, my lady … ”