Beneath the Wraps

                Jenna is supposed to return to school this morning.   Thus far the buses have been delayed for two hours because of the frozen roads.   Last time I got the same message (over a year ago) school ended up being canceled altogether.   It's hard being off for two weeks and try to go back to a routine - at least for me.   Roland didn't seem to have a problem with it, and Jenna has been ready to return to school since before her vacation was over.   She was dressed and ready to leave the house since 5:30 this morning.                 I checked on my class just once yesterday.   I decided to save the lectures and posting for today.   I planned to do so just after she left the house, which she hasn't done yet and may not depending on the conditions on the road.   I'm afraid she may f...

            A week after Jenna’s first art class had finished, UTA had a problem when one of its trains derailed downtown.   The same train we would have been on had we still been commuting downtown. I guess it wasn’t just UTAs problem, but anyone driving that particular path downtown.   It appears that it was covered by all of the media during some point of day.   But I hadn’t heard about it until after 6:00 p.m.   I guess by then it had become “old news” and I didn’t know anything more about it until the following day when I typed “UTA derailment” on Google.               The Tribune article was the first one that I came across.   Comments can be submitted and read at the end of the article. Many hurtful comments were made toward UTA and thus UTA passengers, but just as many had come to the defense of UTA and those ...

From my childhood, I remember seeing and hearing trains.   I remember being excited whenever a train would pass on the road and we would have to stop and wait for it.   My brother, Patrick, and I would often count how many cars were on each train.   My parents didn’t seem to be as excited whenever the arms of the railroad came down. A child’s perspective is so much different than that of an adult.   Mostly what we saw were cargo trains.   There were few encounters with passenger trains.    My grandma who lived in San Francisco would sometimes take the train.   We would go to pick her up downtown at the train station.        Patrick and I had also ridden on a train from Utah to Colorado.    We’d gone with my mom and my other grandma. I thought that it was exciting!   Especially going through tunnels.   And there were some LOOONNNGGG tunnels.   As I got older, I don’t recall...