I’m in a weird mood. There was just an earthquake in a place called “Unalaska, Alaska”. I randomly check on the usgs realtime map of earthquakes a couple of times a day, and have for about 15 years. This is the first time I’ve ever heard of it. How can it be? It looks like a sort of magical place so I understand how it could have an odd name. 12 months ago
I read way too many conspiracy websites. I’m naturally willing to give anyone the benefit of the doubt until I’ve looked them in the eye and seen their deception. Some things just never ring true to me and I am always skeptical that the story that’s being told is true. Maybe its a way of entertaining my imagination. I look for alternative answers.
So this week has been full of crap. Nothing seems like it was real. I spent Thursday – Friday alternately looking at CNN, reddit, and Twitter trying to figure out what was happening in Watertown. It was a study in journalism and how going with unvetted information is a bit more accurate than waiting for official information but making up speculative propaganda to fill the time. Troops filled the streets and people opened their doors and let them walk in and we were all grateful and cheering. People emerged from their homes and had looks of fear and relief and loss of innocence. I’ll never watch TV news the same way again. It was 24 hours that had Al Neuharth rolling in his grave.
I don’t believe anything I’m being told anymore. I don’t even believe any alternative explainations for what happened more than others. All I really believe is the end story. I believe the story of people who got their legs blown off and TBI. I believe there are people in Texas who have lost their homes, their friends and their whole community, as well as having untreated concussion injuries. I believe that young girls have always borne the shame of being assaulted in their same way and thats the way it goes.
The thing is though, investigative journalism is the only thing that can change things. Truth surfaces. People know things and families will fight for the story of their loved ones to be told. Its our families that speak out and keep talking. 15 months ago
I was looking at FB last night and a friend that still lives in my hometown posted “whats up with all the ambulances?” Turns out that there was a training accident with 14 Marines. 7 were killed, 7 were injured. http://www.ktvn.com/story/21725226/hawthorne-residents-react-to-deadly-depot-explosion I’ve spent today really upset about it. The news clip sort of captures how a hometown can shape your values and has shaped mine.
Its just sad beyond words for me. 16 months ago
I was at my nephews wedding a couple of weeks ago and got started talking about our hometown with my cousin. He had some great stories. One of the great ones was about the owner of the Gallo’s Inn and his whole history. Went looking online and found an archive of the local paper that had a series about it. http://mci.stparchive.com/Archive/MCI/MCI06242010p07.php I was really great to find all this history. I was inspired to try to look more at the paper and maybe even subscribe. 21 months ago
Someone posted this wonderful link to a story about our local lake monster written by Skylaire Alfvegren. http://www.skylaire.com/walkerlakemonster.htm
http://walkerlake.org/ with a video
And the local museum which had the great photo of the float that is in the parade. My dad helped build it. Theres a whole facebook site devoted just to keeping the float alive. http://www.squidoo.com/mcmuseum?utm_source=google&utm_medium=imgres&utm_campaign=framebuster 2 years ago