Like others, I was shocked to learn just how marginalized ERCOT business model is..
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Another political farce is over. President Trump, proven once more, is an honorable man, no less than any of us, found worthy of his honor.
That was never in dispute.
YES, I watched for hours as it was being cleaned up.. tragic loss, needless loss..
I swore not to ever get on a bandwagon but..
THESE increasingly occurrence in tragic loss of lives involving Large trucks have to stop..
I propose that, a gradual phase in of either one of two events.. They Built a new, totally separate highway system exclusively for 18 wheel tractor trailer rigs..If not that, then.. phasing in all long distance shipping of cargo containers via railroad system, with options for local deliveries from rail depot to local points only of designation..
Peggy Wetmore
"What really gripes me is that we are getting ready to let thousands of illegals, including criminals of all kinds, to come into our country, yet my son, who lives in Canada and is a law abiding citizen of both countries, cannot come for a weekend to see his mom."
My reply, Vernon L Townsend
That, is a crying shame..In a normal world, our world would be the right side up.. not skewed as in this darken cesspool spinning about.. I'm terribly sorry Peggy.
I shall never forget the joy of that young child, when my Great Grandfather lifted me up for my first & only ride.. sitting beside him.. later that same day, He was to come looking for me, when he discovered that I had gone climbing to barn's rooftop. He called me to come down by addressing me as "boy". You have no idea, the terror I felt, creeping backwards down the slop of a barn's rooftop, to the sound of his strong, reassuring voice, finally to find that strip of wood over the edge to step on, then to fall backwards into his arms.. We both giggled with laughter, for we both were, after all, the same as one, blood kin. It was I who was given the chore to awaken him from his lunch time nap, only to find him slopped over, his chin at a sharp angle upon his chest, hand rolled smoke, burned down to the flesh of his fingers. I ran back to the front porch calling.
I knew something was wrong.. I remember standing over his grave in the churchyard, saying good bye..
To this day, I have never been lost, in finding my way back to his resting place. Within a short span of that circle lies so many of my relations.
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