The boys and I took a walk along the Grand River in Lansing a week or so ago. The River Walk is a nice way to move across town on a sunny day. This is a shot of Andrew, who is 12, standing on a bridge above Pennsylavnia Ave. in Lansing as a train passes on the rail bridge to the north. Drew always has a stick with him, to bust up anything wolrth busting up (as Dad allows). Ice on the Grand is excellent for bashing and breaking. The weather has been cold in mid-Michigan this late winter. We have had only one day in the 50s. That's pretty unusual. I haven't even been golfing yet. This weekend we are supposed to be in the 30s and have considerable snow. Things could be worse, though. Just south of us the floods have been terrible, through Illinois, Indiana, and Ohio. We just missed out on three powerful storm systems that brought tremendous rains to the Midwest. Some cities got socked with a foot of rainfall, which is, what?, the equivalent of about 72 inches of snow, I think. We avoided the trouble because of a high pressure dome that kept Michigan cold and pushed those storm systems south.
By the way, my Dad, Don, is in a hospital in Lake Worth, Florida, today. He was there last night with a urinary problem. He is in good spirits and doing fine. They were just keeping him to make sure on a couple of tests. His sister Eunice and her hubby Harry are visiting today. They were supposed to go to see the Tigers play in Lakeland, but it looks like that's off for now.
Mar 19, 2008
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Ben, that train reminds me of another crazy college adventure. Some of us went out on a trestle and climbed over the side, about 30 feet above a river (not sure which one anymore, but walkable from campus). We waited there, having a few beers I guess, until a train came by. It was incredibly loud and the vibration almost knocked us oof the little concrete ledge. The steel supports were moving, or so it seemed. Ah, the carefree college years!
Another hair raising thing we used to do is hang out by the airport at the end or begining of a runway. When a plane passes overhead, you cannot believe the sensation.
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