My regular readers are a savvy group. Yes, spellcheck, I know, two ‘Vs’ in savvy, not two ‘As’ – still, I should get partial credit for remembering that it had two of something. In any case, No Facilities isn’t the place to come to catch up on the pandemic, the protests, forest fires, plane crashes or hurricanes. Others research and write about that stuff much better than I could. Speaking of hurricanes, though, did you know that we, well, they, them down on the east coast of Florida, already had a big tropical storm? In fact, there were two named storms, Tropical Storms Arthur and Bertha, on May 16 and 27 respectively, before the hurricane season even started. They, the storms, didn’t make much of an impact on our news here in the northeast. It doesn’t pay to be early.
News seems to be single-thread these days. Sorry, that’s an old computer term describing early, less sophisticated computer processes where instructions were handled sequentially and exclusively. It was also a locally derisive term used to describe consultants or technical workers who could only focus on one project at a time. That’s why I apply it to the news. For months, it seemed there was no news, other than Corona virus news. Now that has been displaced by protest news. Sad that it takes a man’s murder at the hands of police to dislodge a story that offered about fifteen minutes of new facts each day. Perhaps if Arthur and Bertha had waited until June 1st, when the weathermen took their ponchos out of the closet, they could have had people standing in the waves on the streets of Miami. Then again, CNN says “Tropical Storm Cristobal will make landfall today” (Sunday, June 7th) but our local news is offering nothing. I guess it’s up to Dolly (the next name on the list) to make a big enough splash to get noticed.
By the way, if you’re waiting for your name to be used, you might be out of luck. It seems they recycle the storm names every six years. Maybe they should contract with John Howell. He comes up with ten new names each Monday. That’s about three times the total number of storm names in use. Of course, I’m not being fair, there are the cyclones on the west coast, and northern Pacific basin storms – they get names, too. But one of those guys/girls has to womp up some serious damage before we hear about it over here. As for locally (i.e. this blog) important names, sorry, there is no storm Cheryl, David or Skippy. There is, ahem, however, a storm Daniel – he comes around again in 2024.
Note-1: Not all storm names are recycled. The really bad storms have their name retired.
Note-2: Not all letters even get six names. X, Y and Z are recycled every other year – Xavier and Xina; Yolanda and York, and Zeke and Zelda. Zelda makes me think of the Twilight Zone episode “Mr. Garrity and the Graves” where Zelda Gooberman plans to break her husband’s arm after having been inadvertently resurrected in Happiness, Arizona.
Speaking of odd connections to TV shows, Maddie and I noticed piles and piles of, I think the term is ‘catkin’ in the park today. It reminds me of the worms the admirals at Starfleet Headquarters tried to get Captain Picard to eat in “Conspiracy” – easily the creepiest STNG episode ever.
See, this is where my mind goes. This is why people don’t come here for breaking news and biting, albeit sometimes curious and often inaccurate analysis of old news.
In new-ish local news, restaurants in Connecticut can partially reopen for inside dining on June 17th. I spoke to one of the bartenders on Saturday. She says they will have a few tables available for seating in the bar, but they won’t be allowed to serve at the bar top. Sorry, but that’s where I like to be. The bar top, with my butt ever-so-slightly overhanging the edges of a stool. I guess I’ll stick with takeout.
The gallery is looking a little redundant these past few posts. This is due to the limited amount of travel I’ve been able to do.