Thursday, April 4, 2019


Charity vs. Gum-Flapping

A Black Eye From My Brother, a Lesson Learned
See the first Wall Street Journal article, below.

Albuquerque’s Electric Bus Takes a Wrong Turn and Goes Nowhere
See the second Wall Street Journal article, below.

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See the third Wall Street Journal article, below.

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"You must never confuse faith that you will prevail in the end – 
which you can never afford to Lose – with the discipline to confront
the most brutal facts of your current reality, whatever they might be."
        - VAdm James Stockdale, USN (1923-2005)

FROM THE WALL STREET JOURNAL (without permission)

A Black Eye From My Brother, a Lesson Learned

I was 13; he was 11. I meant to drench him; he loved me enough to set me straight.

March 29, 2019 6:38 p.m. ET
My younger brother, Jack, lives down the street from where we grew up, and he believes he’s the only man in America who has both egged and toilet-papered the house he now owns.
Because he lives in our childhood neighborhood, my brother is friends with many people I, who moved away, knew only as adolescents. In my mind a few of them are fossilized in their teenage awfulness. Jack recently told me he’d had a beer with one of them.xxxxxxx
He didn’t punch me out of love, but he did love me enough to punch me and set me straight. It’s strange—maybe it’s a brother thing—but I’m glad he did. I’ll tell him the next time our families play football together. Touch football.
Mr. Kerrigan is an attorney in Charlotte, N.C.

Albuquerque’s Electric Bus Takes a Wrong Turn and Goes Nowhere

Advocates force businesses along historic Route 66 to suffer while they indulge their transit fantasies.

March 29, 2019 6:39 p.m. ET

The first Albuquerque Rapid Transit electric bus is unveiled at a press conference on Aug. 8, 2017.
 Photo: Albuquerque Journal/Zuma Press
Whether it’s the Washington, D.C., streetcar, California’s bullet train, or New York’s Second Avenue subway, public-transit projects are almost always disruptive, delayed, over budget or underused—if not all of the above. Add another example to the list: a dead-end bus line in Albuquerque, N.M.
Albuquerque’s main artery is Central Avenue, nationally known as part of historic Route 66. In the busiest part of town, it’s a six-lane thoroughfare bordered by the University of New Mexico, hippie shops and tattoo parlors, and popular restaurants and art galleries. But Central Avenue isn’t as busy as it used to be, because it’s also the site of the finished, but nonfunctional, Albuquerque Rapid Transit system.xxxxxx

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