On July 13 I called 811 to have lines marked in my yard, as I was having a deck built. They asked where the property was, county or city, township, etc. They asked where the digging would be in relationship to the house. This information was given. I was gone when they came to mark where the lines were. I returned and found different colors of painted or chalked lines. Some alongside the mobile home, some to the back of the lot. I was impressed as they told me it could be Monday before this was completed.
On July 18 construction crews started the project. The first hole dug took out my electricity. I called the electric company. They came and said no, not their problems. They mark the lines it’s only to the meters. Why would I want to know this? My deck was going next to my home. I had to pay for an electrician and a backhoe to repair that line.
It was useless to call to have the lines marked. They were told where the digging was going to be. I followed the law, which was time wasted for me, the holdup on construction workers doing the job and the stupid people who marked the lines.
When I started watching the Chicago Cubs in the mid-70s, every time a home run was hit the announcer, Jack Brichouse, would say “Hey, hey.” Another home run for the Cubs.
Before my time and during the years of no lights for night games at Wrigley Field, the famous Ernie Banks would say, “let’s play two.” This was during the era when doubleheaders were more common.
When I say, “Hey, hey, let’s play two,” I’m referring to two consecutive World Series. The Cubs accomplished this with back-to-back World Series wins in 1907 and 1908. I’ve watched the Cubbies play for 40-some years, and in 2016 we finally did it. We wiped out over 100 years without a World Series win. We put the curse of the goat, and Bartman, to rest.
Just think how many elderly fans were elated, how many old Cubs players were smiling from ear to ear. From Ron Santo to Harry Carey, to Fergie Jenkins and Billy Williams, the living and deceased finally relieved and happy.
I watched a squad of young, talented players win the World Series while having fun all year long. Yes, it got a little hairy in the playoffs, but we watched miracle after miracle and we earned every comeback we witnessed.
I’ve gotten older and my trips are fewer to the friendly confines. My road trips with my buddy Deano and lots of amenities have turned into a bus trip with 50 other loveable Cubs fans, who I’m sure will do fine without me sharing in those amenities. It will be early September and only 25 games left in the regular season. We are 15-5 since the All-Star break and currently in first place. It’s a clean slate once you reach the playoffs. I’m pulling for a repeat.
I would like to respond to the article in Wednesday, Aug. 2 paper dealing with the eviction of a tenant for having an animal companion.
Wake up, landlord! One day you may get cancer, diabetes, be in a car accident, get paralyzed. Cats and dogs are vital to many older citizens and disabled and just regular people.
I was very ill at 3-and-a-half years old and have a seizure disorder and mental disorder. I own four cats. They are very important to me. I had a sister who passed away in 1976 at age 22. She died from cancer. At the time my sister was dying we had a Pomeranian. He was dying of old age. The doctor told my mom, “That dog will live for your daughter.” He sure did. After services were over and family had gone home, Mom found the dog in a closet. He’d gone to sleep for life.
My mother passed away in 2008. She had a cat. Mom had cancer. The cat lived for Mom. After Mom passed away I took the cat home. The cat developed cancer. She passed away in a closet, too.
Animals need human contact, love and companionship. I hope the landlord opens his eyes and realizes God may be working through animals to help people. The landlord needs to realize if he or she ever gets cancer or a debilitating disease family may disappear. An animal will not desert you.
Amy Jo Butts