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Opportunity Clock, my ass
Day Six: I love waking up without an alarm. There’s a reason it’s called “alarm” and I can’t think of any good ones.
December 20, 2018
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It’s strange to drive on I-29 and be the only car, going either direction. Period. It’s like a scene from a movie.
Since parts of it are closed due to the flooding, what few stretches remain open, mainly for the locals, are deserted. I’ve driven this highway from Kansas City to Omaha too many times to count and this is the first time I’ve had it all to myself.
This is going to have long-lasting economic effects on these local communities.
The farmers will most likely get SOME compensation for the lost crops and damaged buildings. But the businesses not destroyed by the flood waters will get no reimbursement for lost revenue.
There also won’t be reimbursement for people who can’t cross the river for work. To get to the other side, which used to take minutes, now takes three hours. You either drive south to St. Joseph or north to Something Something, Nebraska. People are having to rent apartments near their jobs just to keep a job.
What we see in the news and what we see in the eyes of people affected by this reality is very different.
Some will quit. Some will start again. Just like in 2011 when it happened.
But what about the next time?
I'm just a guy who finds the world an interesting place and likes to capture certain moments with a camera. They aren't for sale, or anything. I just like them. Well, usually. I've taken a lot of photos I don't like, as well.
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Day Six: I love waking up without an alarm. There’s a reason it’s called “alarm” and I can’t think of any good ones.
“I’m hungry,” I said to myself after getting my tires fixed in Shamrock, TX. Hmmm...Wynoka is only a few hours away.So with German food and bier on my mind, I texted Dieter to see if he had room. He replied with some obscure text I didn’t understand so decided to call.
The first time I heard Navajo spoken as a natural course of conversation was in Holbrook, Arizona. I was in an art gallery that sold various Indian art. The owner, Nakai, spoke to one of the locals, who dropped by, in his native tongue. He sold me a ring in English.
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