Ever wonder what Ohio sounds like during the summer? Look no further than the classic War of the Worlds.
The lower thrum and high pitched buzz (minus the intermittent warble and blaster fire) drone on from sunrise to dusk out here, and are somewhat reminiscent of this movie's sound effects.
I know I've made references to this movie (and the remake) before. It was only March of last year that I ran nostalgic (nostalchick?) about War of the Water Towers (or how Big Things with More Than Two Legs scare the shit out of Humanity's offspring). My mind probably wouldn't have drudged up these these movies again were it not for the cicadas.
The Ohio Valley is cicada wonderland. My own little town, cradled by tree-filled hills and pressed against the Ohio River's western shore, provides a critter haven for things that walk, swim, or fly. They,
like us humans, probably wish a prompt extinction to all cicada kind.
It's not hard to imagine a young Bambi pressing his…
We thought this was Zephyr's last day. He's become rail thin yet he wasn't giving any outward signs of suffering. Sure, he's blind and deaf, and his nose droops because he hasn't any teeth. To us, that's not a reason to euthanize a family member, especially one that has been part of our family since 2000.
Off we went to Dr K.
"Old dogs are thin," Dr K reassured us. He found a heart murmur (graded at a 4) that wasn't present a month ago but even this wasn't sound reason. "Is he eating?"
Is he eating? Holy cow! This wild Iggy learned his new schedule and begins whining Feed Me Seymour antics if we run late. "Yes, eagerly," I reply.
We shrugged at Dr K and he shrugged back. He wouldn't think poorly of us if we decided to euthanize but he also wouldn't think poorly of us if we took the old dog home. Zephyr could have a week, or a month, or six months. It's impossible to tell.
We left feeling more comforta…
Anything which offers profound history to a nation and the world itself deserves a moment of silence when destroyed. It doesn't matter if it's purposeful destruction, such as the case with ISIL members and cultural heritage or a neolithic tomb turned into a picnic table, or a possible accident such as Brazil's National Museum. Such is the case today with Notre Dame. One need not be Catholic or even Christian to fathom the gravity of the situation.
The Cathedral has sat in disrepair for years. "Built in the 12th and 13th centuries, Notre-Dame received one of its
most significant overhauls between 1844 and 1864, when the architects
Jean-Baptiste-Antoine Lassus and Eugène Emmanuel Viollet-le-Duc redid
the spire and the flying buttresses and added several architectural
tweaks. That restoration followed decades of neglect and partial damage at the
hands of French revolutionaries, and was prompted in part by Victor
Hugo’s publication of his 1831 novel “Notre-Da…