So after Barack Obama's eulogy we jumped in the car and drove north on Route 128 to Rockport. I want to see how a wall I built handled the rain. That and a creek I put in might keep the water going around my house to the ocean instead of through it in the groundwater. The granite ledge we live on is a funny thing. And granite is heavy.
Anyway, as we got in the car and tuned in NPR we realized we were going to get bogged down if we didn't hurry. Senator Ted Kennedy's last trip out of Boston finishes with a trip up 128 to Hanscom field so he can fly down to Washington DC to be buried with his brothers.
We just made it. It was weird to be going under the overpasses on 128 with crowds of people in the already pouring down in buckets rainfall. What were they all doing? A view of a hearse and some long black cars. But they were also saying goodbye to a senator who has been serving for most of their lives. A testament to the love held for this man that they had their families out there in the pouring rain. The Hanscom airfield exit was a madhouse.
Obama's eulogy was amazing but the more poignant were Ted's sons. Teddy Kennedy Junior who had lost his leg to cancer when he was 12. If you kept dry eyes through that one you have a lump of coal in place of a human heart.
The nieces and nephews going up to say a few words. A tough lot. Could you get up and say a few words in a church with 500 plus a few presidents thrown in? And remind people that a good legacy of Ted's passing would be the passing of a health care bill?
I wish Obama would go back to Washington and tear up the bills being thought of and actually push for a real national health care that Ted Kennedy championed all the way back to 1966. Could we look at everything that Ted called correctly and just go and agree with him on this one? What would the world look like if he had passed it in 1966? If we had not gone to war in Iraq? He passed a lot of legislation but some of his greatest never saw the light of day.
Let his posthumous legacy be real national health care for all. Where are you Orin Hatch? Why don't you lead it in memory of a friend.
I named my first born son Edward and I am glad his nickname stuck. Teddy.
Loc: Sunnyvale, CA, USA
Yeah, that's the right thing to do with the groundwater. I had a house in woods with a heavy rain groundwater problem, undeveloped, mildly sloped undulating ground, and not on the mountain summit.
French drains around the house took care of that problem, but the nice landscaping got trashed (well, sort of - planted stuff OK, but the bark/mulch washed out everywhere as an eyesore, and of course there's muddy stuff, debris, etc). Pretty messy. The house was on a nice sweat-built landscaped island in a clearing to get some daylight in and not be in constant shadow, so it would be pretty disheartening to have it trashed.
At the time it was nice black nights, total blackness, and an amazing starscape - Back then I could see the gazillions of farther stars, like a blanket of fairy dust or something over the night sky. I think that kind of night sky is gone forever. Miss those days - Friends and family would eat outside a lot, and just hang out for hours at night, carousing, talking, whatever, listening to music, always looking up at the stars.
So, diverted it all away at the property lines. The on-property flow wasn't noticeable after that.
I remember camping before modern tents, having to make trenches, scarring up beautiful places. Not exactly leaving no trace.
You just described my house. This is only an hour's drive from Boston but north and east and this house is on the northeast corner of Cape Ann. The cape is one big knob of granite for the most part ground down a bit by an ice age or two but its hard granite. The granite behind me to the south and west blocks off all cell signal but the good news is it blocks off all light seeping out of Boston and the north shore. I can lay in the grass in my backyard and look up at the Milky Way as if I was in Capital Reef National Park in Utah.
I was doing just that last week and a mandolin started up. I had heard it before but this was well played as before it sounded like they were practicing. Turns out that Windhoven (Winhaven ?) is an artist colony about 500 yards through the woods near Halibut Point. I knew they were there but I didn't know they did weekend music fests. I thought it was a neighbor. I got on my bike in pitch dark (I know every bump by now) and started riding around trying to find it but it was too far away. The sound came as if from directly above at some points. I finally ran into a dog walker and she straightened me out about the source.
My wall and my new creek worked. The pump in the cellar fired up only once as the water was diverted into culverts where it is supposed to go when finding its way to the Atlantic.
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