There is something really funky going on in this town.
I can’t put my finger on it. I’m not exactly sure what it is. But something is afoul.
The world seems a little hazy today, and it appears as though I have lost some time somewhere.
As we stretch into February and another Super Bowl fast approaches, as well as another Valentine’s Day, I feel I must go on a quest to discover just what it is that seems so incredibly strange.
Organizers last week turned in more than 690,000 voter signatures that could well force a plan for conservation land purchases in Florida onto the November general election ballot as a new Constitutional Amendment.
At one time very active in the conservation land purchase game, state leaders shifted priorities during the slack years and took a large chunk of money away from that program, not even funding land purchases in at least one year.
For those who may be unaware, 2014 is a leap year. A leap year is one that has an extra day. And just because February has always felt slighted by its diminutive stature among months, the powers that be have decided that February will get the extra day and for leap year there will be 29 days in February.
Most of us believe that there are 365 days in a year, and that the number of 24-hour days is determined by the length of time it takes for our planet to circumnavigate its orbit around the sun.
But the Earth actually is just a little bit slower than that in making the trip, whether because it’s getting older or just because Mother Earth has raised so many species that she’s getting calmer in her older age.
It appears as though our do-nothing 113th Congress, led by a bevy of Republicans in the House of Representatives, who by the way have already said they plan to do nothing again in the coming year, has found a way to do nothing and still effect negative change.
The secret came out a long time ago. I am a hamburger addict. It’s no secret that I am a hamburger addict. I freely admit I am a hamburger addict.
I have spent most of my adult life searching for great hamburgers. And if I didn’t find it, any old hamburger would do.
I am most fond of hamburgers that are char-broiled in some fashion. I like blackened outsides and really juicy insides.
Actually, I am such a hamburger addict that even a bad hamburger is better than any other meal.
With the dawning of a new year come promises from all levels of government that things will get better, even if there are no concrete plans to make them so that we are privvy to.
And except at the ballot box come November, there is really we as ordinary citizens can do to influence what it is that government will decide to do in the coming months.
I have come to the conclusion that there isn’t anywhere a gecko can;t get to if they want to bad enough.
My lovely wife bought me a classic sports car last year after she made me give up my Jeep for a Jeep SUV of the four-door variety. So for the first time in three decades, other than my brief four years living overseas, I am not tooling around every day in a Jeep of some kind.
Of course, there’s still one in the driveway, but that’s her car. I get to drive it once in a while just to whet my appetite.
But my new/old car has a rear deck gas intake. I lift the lid on the rear deck and there is the gas cap to put fuel (lots of it unfortunately) in the tank. Yes, that means I don’t have a trunk. All I have is a rear deck inside the passenger compartment that passes for a trunk, and storage cubbies in that rear deck inside to store small items.
The lid is well sealed, and the gas tank, since it rides just behind the passenger compartment, is also in a well sealed compartment. There are no rain issues, and I figured that if water couldn’t get in, neither could lizards.
Boy was I wrong.
As 2014 rolls into our sights, there is a lot of activity surrounding our herd of endangered Key Deer, from how to proceed with further recovery efforts to how to handle inevitable sea-level rise.
And the two appear to be at cross purposes with one another.
One recent study claims that sea level rise on the two islands with the primary deer herd, Big Pine Key and No Name Key, will inundate as much as 50 percent of the prime forage range for the Key Deer over the next 30 to 50 years. Continue reading ‘Start with an accurate deer count’
It seems nearly impossible that another 12 months has slid by. Never has the term “where did the time go?” meant so much as it did last year.
As the New Year prepares to meet us in five days, it is time to go over our list of resolutions from last year, or perhaps just throw those out and make new ones for this year.
I personally would like to do the latter since I can’t remember what resolutions I made last year anyway, so with your permission (and even without it) I will regale you with my own personal list of resolutions for 2014.
As usual, those affected by the unintended consequences of Congressional action are unable to get their concerns addressed by the do-nothing 113th Congress, all of whom thought it was more important to go on holiday break than take up important business for those other than themselves.