“I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it – but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor.” — Oliver Wendel Holmes.
Many years ago ( over 35 to be exact) the residents of the tiny hamlet of Belle River Ontario, located on Lake St Clair, were given the news: the place where they and their parents had for many years anchored their boats was scheduled to be torn down and replaced by a more modern and accomodating version of a marina.
The existing marina at that time was in dire need of a structural upgrade. Though small in stature it was well known on both sides of the U.S.- Canada border. Many large boat and yacht owners of both The Detroit Yachting Club and the St Clair Shores Boat Club docked there from time to time to either gas up their boats or else stretch their legs on friendly and welcoming soil.
The previous summer one of the larger sailing vessels was forced by inclement weather to seek immediate shelter during a severe summer storm on the Detroit River. The owner of the sail boat made port just in time and sought out the amenities the town had to offer its visitors. He told local authorities that he was very grateful the port was there to protect him and his passengers.
Despite this factor the wrecking ball was scheduled to unleash its own brand of havoc on the area. In the upper right corner of this picture you can see one of many, many large dump trucks ready to unload tons of concrete debris at the site to shore up the docks mooring capabilities.
The white trailer shown in this picture was the command post where the on site manager supervised the day-to-day operations of both the demolition and construction aspects of the undertaking. The manager of the site was a well-known delevoper from Michigan who envisioned the design of the new marina.
After many months of political wrangling and behind-the-scene negotiations the construction project was given the go ahead. The residents who used the mooring areas sought safe shelter for their vessels elsewhere. Today a modern marina is there to welcome travellers who sail both the Detroit River and Lake St Clair.
Posted by Gerry C. on February 28, 2014
“Shopping is a woman thing. It’s a contact sport like football. Women enjoy the scrimmage, the noisy crowds, the danger of being trampled to death, and the ecstasy of the purchase.” ― Erma Bombeck
Mish mash of store carts
Cart loaded with empty bottles
Common site for pedestrians
Your standard shopping cart is a boon to those shoppers who are often laden down with an infinite number of last minute items that they have patiently selected and purchased at their local grocery store and are now grateful that an attending bag boy at the store is now assisting them to their car to deposit the purchases in the vehicle’s trunk.
This same innocent looking push cart is a bane to those busy shoppers who fail to recognize the fact that not all carts are created equal especially in those instances where certain businesses have created specially designated parking stalls to house their own select brand of cart (as seen in photo above).
The misplaced carts also provide frustration to the store lot attendants who face the task of sorting their own store’s carts from the hodgepodge and then returning the stray carts to the competing store’s shopping cart holding venues. At times this is no easy task especially when the weather is nasty and the carts numerous and scattered about the lot.
The mere proximity of the available docking station often persuades tired shoppers to take the path of least resistance and park their invading cart in the nearest parking quay. This step of least resistance leads to a mish mash of retailers shopping carts congesting limited parking areas.
I have recently noticed that these predominantly in-store carts are providing a cheap form of conveyance for those folks who are anxious to return their bottle and can collection to a nearby bottle return depot.
The green trash bags they use to contain the goods appear to be the super jumbo sized variety and many times two or more carts are needed to transport the refundable items safely and conveniently to the local recycling depot.
The man in the center photo above was pushing his second over sized cart to the nearby bottle depot when I recently noticed him walking by my apartment building.
The streets and sidewalks were slippery but as you can see he was more than determined to bring his carts to the depot and receive cash for his efforts.The fact that this was a sunny day may have made his efforts all the more financially rewarding for him.
People pushing these wired carts up and down suburban streets are quickly beoming a familiar site. The pedestrian onlooker in the third photo said hello to the fellow pushing the cart and was standing watch over the man’s second cart parked on the oppostie side of the busy street. He may have been a neighbor, friend or bottle collector but at this stage of the game both men were friendly and chatty.
Posted by Gerry C. on February 26, 2014
“That’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.” -Charles Bukowskoi.
Evaluating the damage
When a person has drunken too much beer they tend to get tipsy, start to slur their words and sentences and eventually makes a public nuisance of him(her)self.
When a truck hauling cases and barrels of beer accidentally flips over on its side on a slippery roadway it goes topsy-turvy, slides helplessly down a main city street and eventually creates a much bigger nuisance of itself than could the ordinary inebriated person.
This is exactly what happened on a cold and rainy November day when a beer truck skidded on a slippery city street while the driver was making a left hand turn, lost control and eventually had the vehicle slide thirty feet on its side to stop safely in front of a few neighborhood markets and pedestrians.
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Posted by Gerry C. on February 21, 2014
“True intelligence operates silently. Stillness is where creativity and solutions to problems are found.”— Regina Malabago quotes
A time for creative reflection
Writing about silence is akin to writing about a perfect snowfall. Each flake in the storm has a unique personality but together they meld nicely and help cover a barren landscape with a luxurious coating of tansformed water vapour that is a welcome sight to children, skiers, the young at heart and the stuff of more innocent times.
The youngsters captured in this photograph struggled successfully a total of six times to instill life into their mini motorcycle .
On the road again!
The cycle it seems fought them tooth and nail to spoil their day of planned fun but the boys never gave up and each time failure loomed on the horizon they met the challenge and were able to breathe new life into their mini ride.
The immediate area around the bike was converted into a creativecone of silence as the young men thought of new and creative ways to keep their cycle going in spite of incredible odds of failure. The tension in the silence enabled them to resolve their performance issues successfully.
Posted by Gerry C. on February 18, 2014
“Being happy can be hard work sometimes. It is like maintaining a nice home – you’ve got to hang on to your treasures and throw out the garbage.” — Andrew Matthews, Being Happy!
Flying helps me stay grounded
Flying the friendly skies is a welcome endeavor for me. I travel across the country twice a year by plane and more so by automobile.
One dictionary definition of treasure used as a verb defines it as the following: to retain carefully or keep in store”as in the mind.”
The word itself is open to a myriad of definitions each equally valid as the one that the individual applies to suit his or her life style
I treasure travel especially flying. At times hovering above the clouds is a meditative and relaxing experience for me. Soaring above the Rocky Mountains and seeing the tips of the mountains sticking up through the cloud cover is a majestic experience.
Posted by Gerry C. on February 14, 2014