The swearing in of Roy de los Santos by Cameron County Court-at-Law #1 Judge Arturo McDonald. De los Santos is accompanied by his mother. |
Boca Chica Boulevard |
The implementation of the project in the last few months has made travel down Boca Chica a risky and sometimes time-consuming endeavor.
As individual parts of the median are under construction, traffic is rerouted, swerving around traffic cones to the left or right, sometimes turning the boulevard into an ultra-narrow, scary two lane.
In Facebook conversation today, Commissioner Jessica Tetreau and others noted that Boca Chica Boulevard is part of the city's hurricane escape route and wondered about the wisdom of doing this particular roadwork during hurricane season.
One personal observation is that MPO Director Mark Lund decided that it would be unwise to allow a left hand turn off Boca Chica Blvd. into H.E.B., forcing drivers wanting to access the supermarket to pass H.E.B., turning left at Paredes Line Road, then left again on the west side entrance to H.E.B.'s parking lot.
But drivers, myself included, have figured out a faster way of getting to Boca Chica H.E.B.
We cross the median, just past the U-Haul Center, making a u-turn to enter the west side of that parking area, then drive past the dollar store and U-Haul to get to H.E.B.
U-Haul has countered with numerous speed bumps to slow the traffic, but that seems to be the pathway of choice for those approaching H.E.B. from the east.
I'm certain even Mark Lund would admit that traffic control and highway design is an imperfect science.
Since I'm from Seattle, I've been intrigued by the historically high temperatures there. Today, in Maple Valley, Washington, SE of Seattle, where my grandfather built a home and family still resides, it was 109F today, 37 degrees ABOVE the normal high.
Lytton, British Columbia, 231 miles north of Seattle on the Trans-Canada Highway, recorded a high temperature today of 46.6C or 115.88F.
Since the majority of homes in the Pacific Northwest do not have air conditioning and the normal high temperature in Seattle on June 28 is 72F, it's not difficult to imagine the stress for senior citizens and others this historic heat wave has become.
The explanation is a "heat dome," the most intense on record, illustrated above.
A heat dome is a essentially a mountain of warm air built into a very wavy jet stream, with extreme undulations. When the jet stream — a band of strong wind in the upper levels of the atmosphere — becomes very wavy and elongated, pressure systems can pinch off and become stalled or stuck in places they typically would not be.
"When I think back on all the crap I learned in high school
It's a wonder I can think at all
And though my lack of education hasn't hurt me none
Antonette Rodriguez, Clayton Philips |
An Amber Alert for 13 year old Brownsville girl Antonette Rodriguez has been cancelled.
Rodriguez had reportedly been abducted Saturday afternoon by 18 year old Clayton Philips according to the alert issued by the Brownsville Police Department.
Philips and Rodriguez were found Sunday at 2 AM, resulting in Philips' arrest for kidnapping. He remains in the Tarrant County Jail(Fort Worth).
Mike Hernandez III |
Two years ago the City of Brownsville entered into an agreement with Mike Hernandez III and the Hernandez Foundation to build a "National Franchise" hotel, i.e., Hyatt, Marriot, Omni or Hilton.
The completion date for that project was set for 12/31/2021, about six months from now.
Below is our report from two years ago, announcing the project:
Texas Tax Code 351 authorizes the collection of a Hotel Occupancy Tax on rooms rented, an addition of 7% to the room rate.
According to the code, the monies collected can be spent on:
"Revenue from the municipal hotel occupancy tax may be used only to promote tourism and the convention and hotel industry, and that use is limited to the following:
Jerry McHale, sometimes called "Brownsville's blogfather," but frequently described more colorfully, has been in soul-searching mode of late.
Well into so-called retirement with a near-empty nest, Jerry is frequently introspective, even nostalgic.
Gone is the buzz cut of the athletic coach, replaced by a shaggier, more intellectual look, timeless, but solemn.
Septuagenarians have a lifetime of regrets, triumphs and missed opportunities, all part of the well of information a blogger can call on to understand what they think they just saw or heard.
We give you Jerry, in historical black and white, lecturing on the art of blogging:
Jerry McHale |
Ultimately, we do our own thing, which can be categorized as performance art with an informational/entertainment intent. There is no set format for blogging unlike mainstream journalism. Bloggers are only limited by their imaginations. Newspapers and news cast are limited by a thousand rules and the patina of objectivity. For once and for all: There is no such thing as objectivity. Humans cannot escape their own subjectivity.
Despite the plethora of events, we are in a slow-news-day frame of mind. After the runoffs in which we vigorously participated, we're burned out, but we still feel a commitment to keep The McHale Report relevant and popular. When we turn to our picture strategy, our readers know that we are going to the bullpen. Fortunately, we have a strong bullpen but with a twist. It isn't their job to put the fire out; it is their job to keep the fire burning.
The picture strategy is a success. On the blog there is not a drop in numbers and on Facebook we receive the same average number of comments. They say a photo is worth a thousand words, but nobody wants to read a thousand words. We streamline the process for our three readers.
We are so anal retentive at The McHale Report that we try to produce something--anything--on a daily basis. Blogs fail because they fail to constantly and consistently display new posts. In order to achieve this goal, bloggers have to be versatile.
The need to write may endure stagnant periods, but the blank computer--we will occasionally put pen to payer--always offers a challenge. This piece is simply meant as filler. No hay ganas hoy. But we need our vigilant bloggers to substitute for the Herald that is little more than a ghost newspaper these day: No editorials, no essays, no investigative reporting, no columns, practically no nothing. In Brownsville the bloggers have stepped into the void.
Brownsville Metro has broken ground on a new East Side Bus Terminal at 700 Jose Colunga Jr. Blvd. in Brownsville.
The project will be a 35,000 square foot canopy area with a pier foundation for bus drop off and pick up of passengers.
Plan specs show an initial estimated cost of $900,612.
The design calls for "rigid or flexible concrete" base.
Temporary toilets, wash facilities and drinking water is mandated for construction personnel, but no permanent restrooms for passengers are mentioned in the specifications.
Apparently, this new terminal will be an outdoor facility similar to the North Side Terminal adjacent to Ruben Torres Blvd.
Rudy Giuliani |
The court's 33 page report also stated:
"We conclude that there is uncontroverted evidence that respondent communicated demonstrably false and misleading statements to courts, lawmakers and the public at large in his capacity as lawyer for former President Donald J. Trump and the Trump campaign in connection with Trump’s failed effort at reelection in 2020.”
So, Giuliani essentially lost his license to practice law for lying, the predominant trait of the Trump administration and modus operandi of Donald himself.
It was Trump operative, Public Information Officer Kellyanne Conway, who came up with the rationalization for untruths, "alternative facts."
Trump, if ever questioned publicly about Giuliani, will likely say he "barely knew the man" or that he was just the "coffee guy."
A sizeable minority of this country will continue to believe "the Big Lie", many of them my closest friends.
They cannot be reached, not with facts or reasoning. Having been raised in a high control religious cult with nonsensical beliefs, I know that nothing will penetrate your belief system until you see the bull shit yourself for what it is.
WAB, what about Biden? That will always be the defensive response by Trumpites.
Actually, Biden is what Eugene McCarthy said he would be in 1968, "an adequate President," someone who fulfills the office, but with the occasional guffaw or misspeak.
Vice President Kamala Harris |
Secretary of Transportation Pete Buttigieg |
Great summation of the history of Texas Southmost College and a projection for it's future by Diego Garcia III of The Brownsville Beacon:
One of several crime scenes in Reynosa Saturday
Borderland Beat~Last Saturday, the city of Reynosa was again a ghost town of desolate avenues and closed shops. Messages circulating on WhatsApp asking people not to leave their homes and alert their families that the nightmare had begun again.
That day a caravan formed by trucks and sedan cars arrived in Reynosa from Río Bravo. Those who were part of the convoy toured four colonies in the east - Almaguer, Lampacitos, Unidad Obrera and Bienestar - shooting at the people they were encountering in their path.
Construction workers, workers repairing the sewer, a young newly graduated nurse, an elderly person who walked under the burning sun (and who was shot in the throat), the owner of a grocery store and a customer who was shopping at the time he passed the hitmen's armed criminal cell.
In total, 14 people whose lives were cut up on the chopping block at the whim of the murderers.
The citizens of Reynosa have learned to live between shootings that are recorded almost every day, at any time. It is common for citizens to check their social networks before leaving home or work, in order to avoid war zones: roads in which persecutions are recorded, or vehicles are burned.
It’s not strange that civilians lose their lives by being caught in the crossfire of the groups that dispute control of that border city.
But nothing like this had ever happened. The hunt for innocent people, without a criminal record or any relationship with organized crime. "Unpublished, unprecedented," said Attorney Irving Barrios.
In April 2017, a former bodyguard who had become leader of the Gulf Cartel, Julián Manuel Loisa Salinas, El Comandante Toro, was killed by the Navy.
Loisa was fleeing for the sixth time from an operation designed to stop him. On that occasion he couldn't escape. The truck in which he was fleeing crashed into a tree: he descended opening fire on the sailors. He was riddled on the spot.
His death unleashed two days of chaos and extreme violence in Reynosa. His men burned shops, cars, buses, cargo trucks. There were 32 blockades in the city.
The Gulf Cartel itself circulated audios ordering people not to leave their homes. There were versions that a group of Cyclones - one of the factions of the cartel - had been sent from Matamoros to take over the city, one of the main drug and migrant crossings: a kidnapping gold mine, "protection fee", hydrocarbon theft and extortion.
Brownsville Herald staff write Rick Kelley reports that Luby's Inc. restaurants in Texas were handed a lifeline with the announcement Monday that it's 32 locations in the state would be sold to entrepreneur Calvin Gin for $28.7 million.
Luby's in Brownsville and Harlingen will remain open, "retaining most of their employees," according to the report.
One of Hundreds of Antebellum Houses Along Highway 61 |
When I still believed in religion, we attended a large black church in Little Rock for ten years. It was an education, and remains part of my heritage, background and knowledge that no one can take away or likely duplicate.
We saw the effects of racism, even sometimes experiencing so-called reverse racism, watched proud people overcome and some fail.
It's hard not to respect strong Black women, who, with a single glance can control five children, frequently including boys one foot taller.
At the church I had frequent talks with a man named Ulysses White, forty years my senior. Brother White, as we called him, was a tall, slim Black man, in his 70's, who could still put in a day's work as a carpenter, plumber or handy man.
Brother White was always educating me.
One day I pointed out a large Victorian style house in downtown Little Rock to Brother White. Those houses had been owned before desegregation by rich whites, then afterward became multi-family units divided into 4, 5 or more apartments for Black families.
Now, as downtown Little Rock was being revitalized, rich white folks were buying them up again and restoring them to their previous grandeur. Yes, gentrification!
Brother White listened patiently to me about "these great houses" and then said abruptly:
"I never look at the houses. I look in the back at the slave quarters."
While I said nothing in reply, I felt the full sting of those words.
But, it was not until a few months later that I actually understood.
The Crossroads~Intersection of Highways 61/49 |
"Mileage between cities" on the map showed only 76 miles separating Memphis and Clarksdale, just north of where Highway 49 intersected, the famous Crossroads where Robert Johnson dealt with the Devil to improve his guitar skills.
We would drive that 75 miles in our orange and white VW bus and see what we could see. Maybe we would even run into Mr. Devil.
Almost immediately, exiting Memphis to the south, we saw huge antebellum houses, plantation houses, one after the other. Antebellum means built before the Civil War.
Across the highway from these houses were huge farms, measuring thousands of acres, planted in cotton and other crops.
Reminded of Brother White's words I started trying to see behind each house, staring at an angle before being directly in front of each house, to see the slave quarters. I was not disappointed as, time and again, that's exactly what I saw.
Then it hit me. These houses, some measuring several thousand square feet, could not be maintained, cleaned, meals cooked and children cared for without Black women as slaves.
And, across the highway, these huge farms, some measured in thousands of acres, yet farmed before mechanical equipment was available, could not have been plowed, planted, cultivated and harvested without Black slave labor.
Both house and farm were far too large to be run without the nearly free labor of Black slaves.
It finally dawned on me that this whole Southern agriculturally-based society was built on the backs of Black slaves.
Below is a YouTube video of legendary bluesman Johnny Winter, accompanied by his brother Edgar on sax. Both were born with albinism. They're playing Bob Dylan's "Highway 61 Revisited:"
This is the video I intended to include in the last story, 91 year old Robert Lockwood, just before his death, playing "Sweet Home Chicago"
Beale Street Music Festival |
While I've often referred to the concert we witnessed in the early 90's as Memphis in May, it was actually the Beale Street Music Festival.
Memphis in May is much more than music with several other activities, such as the World Championship Barbecue Cooking Contest, the Great River Run and the Beal Street Music Festival.
And, the Beale Street Music Festival does not primarily feature the blues. The year we attended the Black Crowes were featured on the main stage, but we avoided that, instead going to the Traditional Delta Blues Stage a good distance away.
In recent years, blues music has been relegated to the Coca Cola Blues Tent.
Just an observation about the audience at the Traditional Delta Blues Stage: While the City of Memphis is predominantly Black, about 65%, the audience we joined at the blues stage, numbering maybe two or three hundred, was majority white, from all over the U.S. and even Europe. We met a man from Norway.
The Blacks in attendance seemed to be mostly family of the musicians with extreme familiarity with the music. The whites resembled RGV bird watchers, elderly, holding expensive cameras with long lenses.
As the music started, a very short black lady, with a wide-brimmed straw hat, tapped me on the shoulder from behind, asking if she could move in front of me.
"Yeah, sure!" I said, and spent the next two hours peering over her hat at the performers.
B.B. King's Last Ride Down Beale Street |
Seeing the police move in, the Black lady on my left quickly got Mr. King's attention. He looked right back at her.
"Hey B.B.!! What's all this? Ain't nobody want your 300 lb ass!!"
Robert Lockwood |
Actually, Johnson moved in with the Lockwood's mother after his birth, mentoring him in the blues, but was not his biological father.
He was nearing 80 when I saw him, taking the stage with his elderly wife, who was directed to a chair on the stage, facing the audience.
Lockwood, as he took the stage, shouted out: "This is a Hell of a way to make a living!"
He then took the chair meant for him next to his wife, turned it around, sitting with his back to the audience the entire performance.
No telling what induced Lockwood to appear seemingly against his will, but I did notice other blues performers, who'd already finished their set, joining the audience.
During Lockwood's set, one bluesman in the audience kept yelling out for a particular song, not once, but several times.
Finally, Lockwood, visibly annoyed, stood up and, staring right at the man, calling him by name, shouted: "Gawdammit! I'm not retuning my guitar for one stupid song!"
According to his bio, Lockwood played piano in church at the age of 8, then, turned professional at the age of 15, taking his blues to fish fries, jute joints and clubs in and around Clarksdale, Mississippi.
He was one of the first black entertainers on Southern radio, appearing on the King Biscuit Hour in the 50's after making his first record in 1941.
At the age of 60, he took up a new instrument, the 12 string guitar, having a custom one made by Japanese stringed instrument makers Moony Omote and Age Sumi. That guitar is on display at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Museum in Cleveland, Ohio.
I found this video of Robert Lockwood on YouTube playing at the age of 91, just before his death:
Cameron County Republican Chair Morgan Cisneros Graham: