In this era of Facebook and Twitter, blogging in some ways seems waaaay too slow and cumbersome. Ironically, blogging has become the equivalent of long-form journalism in the social-media sphere.
Noting that, this post will be brief.
|Hans and Franz, or is it Franz and Hans?|
Our Toyota Tundra is sporting aggressive-looking snow tires on the rear wheels and sandbags in pickup's bed. And my red Nissan truck has been living most of its days at a local auto shop getting minor repairs done.
It doesn't seem to like the zero-degree temperatures and blowing snow.
But we are foregoing sub-tropical and tropical climes to help in a regional effort to stop a Texas corporation named Crestwood from turning the shore of Seneca Lake into an sprawling industrial wasteland of natural gas and liquid propane gas storage.
Sometimes this fight seems like a Don-Quixote/Sancho-Panza-like endeavor, other times not, such as when NY Governor Andrew Cuomo banned hydrofracking for natural gas in December.
When he made his announcement it clearly felt like a windmill had been toppled in a crash that still has hydrofracking supporters stunned.
If you read Cervantes' novel, you know that even Don Quixote gets a good shot in once in awhile.
That why I believe Crestwood of Houston will be the next to fall.
Sancho! Hand me my sword!