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Don't know why-no porno or anything like that.  But a blog that will not publish my work is not a good feature.  Cannot get anyone to answer on any help files.  Anyway, if you are looking for me, try http://winteridge.wordpress.com.&lt;br /&gt;thanks,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-9068798299868486086?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/9068798299868486086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=9068798299868486086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/9068798299868486086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/9068798299868486086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2007/06/goodbye-i-am-having-lot-of-trouble.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-4042810100487897898</id><published>2007-06-10T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T03:57:23.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I grow up, I want to be a 7 foot bully!"  The  words every daddy wants to hear from his young son. Now comes a group, with more money than good sense, that wants to bring a professional basketball team to the Syracuse area and name them "The Bullies".   Like most folks I talk with  around Syracuse, I am totally opposed to a professional sports team named the  Bullies of Syracuse.  What were they thinking?  However, I do not think it will  be a major concern if those who oppose the name just do as I plan to do, and  stay away from the Bully games in large numbers.  Even if the owners are totally  dense, as it appears, they will get the idea after a few games, and either  change their name to something more intelligent, or the team will go the way of  most bad ideas.  Maybe there could be a contest for potential fans to choose a sensible name, with a prize of game tickets?  Win-Win.  I vote for "Syracuse Skychiefs".  No one is using that  name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-4042810100487897898?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/4042810100487897898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=4042810100487897898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/4042810100487897898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/4042810100487897898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-i-grow-up-i-want-to-be-7-foot.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-6630703537751579177</id><published>2007-06-09T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T04:58:27.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wandering the tug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2007/05/there-oughta-be-law-recent-tragic-and.html"&gt;wandering the tug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-6630703537751579177?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2007/05/there-oughta-be-law-recent-tragic-and.html' title='wandering the tug'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/6630703537751579177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=6630703537751579177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/6630703537751579177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/6630703537751579177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2007/06/wandering-tug.html' title='wandering the tug'/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-7075995097880849309</id><published>2007-06-03T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T04:59:20.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A-ROD DOES IT AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;Although I never played baseball, I would consider myself a  long-time Yankees/baseball fan. As such, I am very confused by all the discussion  over Alex Rodriguez' making a comment to an opposing fielder as he ran by.   "Broke the unwritten code".  Yet if he had slid into that fielder spikes-first  to avoid being tagged out, thus causing a career-ending injury, that would be  perfectly acceptable to all.  Give me a break!  I have seen runners go 10 feet  out of the base path to slide into a fielder.  Or run into a catcher at home  plate to jar the ball loose.  No problem with that?  And it is perfectly  acceptable for a pitcher to aim a 100 mph ball at a player's head.  Does it  break the unwritten code if he doesn't say "Sorry"?   And what about all the  comments and shouts from players in the dugout?  Is this acceptable?  What about  a shout from a fan on the thirdbase side?  Unacceptable? I have no love for Alex, I think he is overpaid and overpublicized, but if anyone other than  A-Rod had done this, it would have been shrugged off.  Just A-Rod being A-Rod  (for the Boston fans).  I think a fielder needs to pay attention to where he is  and who is near him, and not blame an opponent for his errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-7075995097880849309?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/7075995097880849309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=7075995097880849309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/7075995097880849309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/7075995097880849309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2007/06/although-i-never-played-baseball-i.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-5659061335422940808</id><published>2007-05-24T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T05:01:08.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;tug hill&quot; camp snowmobile ATV &quot;the tug&quot;'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TUG HILL REAL ESTATE FOR SALE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For those of you who may be looking for a place of your own away from the traffic and turmoil, our Tug Hill property is now for sale. A beautiful large camp and about 300 acres of land, mostly forested. If you are into hunting, fishing, snowmobiles, ATVs, or just a getaway, this is it. Check it out on our website at: http://home.earthlink.net~deerjohn39/tughillforsale or http://home.earthlink.net~deerjohn39/clubpage. If you are interested, give us a call. Start building your own memories now. The years go by so fast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-5659061335422940808?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/5659061335422940808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=5659061335422940808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/5659061335422940808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/5659061335422940808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2007/05/tug-hill-land-for-sale-for-those-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-657473202997596038</id><published>2007-05-22T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T04:20:19.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;War in Iraq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     The latest word from our mission to free the people of Iraq is that our fearless leaders plan to separate the warring factions and build a wall, yes, a wall, to keep them apart.  Well, actually, we will need a number of walls, to separate the Sunni from the Shiite from the Kurd from the Taliban from Alkaida from...well, I'm sure Halliburton can handle that.  Maybe some nice chain link fence.  And why not a Wall around the entire country?  Just leave a gate to remove the oil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     It's good to see that our leaders have been reading the ol' history books.  Walls have worked so well in Berlin; in Scotland; in China; and oh yes, the Texas-Mexican border.  Maybe if some of them had studied the Vietnam War Fiasco, or better yet, taken part in it, maybe we would not be wallowing in the deep stuff now.  It is frightening these days that John Stewart's take on the daily news is the only one that makes sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-657473202997596038?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/657473202997596038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=657473202997596038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/657473202997596038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/657473202997596038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2007/05/war-in-iraq-latest-word-from-our.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-7130754914714593328</id><published>2007-05-21T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T03:55:35.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='There oughta be a law...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"There oughta be a law!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     The recent tragic and senseless shooting at Virginia Tech has generated a great deal of outcry, as usual, for laws to prevent this sort of thing.  Well, folks, we have the laws now.  Laws that should, could, would have made this shooting impossible.  We do not need more new laws.  We have laws that control handguns; laws that control assault weapons; laws against assault with a deadly weapon; my goodness, we even have laws against people killing other people!  How about "Thou Shalt Not Kill" for starters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     What we do need, I believe, is a way to enforce the laws we now have, and to induce people to obey the laws we now have.  Would a law that forbids a Korean college student from shooting his fellow students have prevented this tragedy?  Not unless he paid attention to the rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      And can we expect the average person to obey all the laws when they see their business, religious, and political leaders all openly flaunting these laws every day?  Our leaders steal from the organizations they are paid to control; they assault and rape the children who come to them for guidance; they murder women and children and shrug it off because they are of a different religion.  And these are our leaders.  How can anyone expect the rest of us to do what is right?  Does anyone really expect it?  Is there a law we can pass that will change all this?  I would be all for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Thou Shalt Not Kill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Thou Shalt Not Steal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And all the rest.  What more do we need for laws?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-7130754914714593328?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/7130754914714593328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=7130754914714593328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/7130754914714593328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/7130754914714593328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2007/05/there-oughta-be-law-recent-tragic-and.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-6195905558631499558</id><published>2007-05-18T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T05:28:16.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kdgE6bZNpNk/Rk2bvE_cdGI/AAAAAAAABJU/uAYZo-N6Ieg/s1600-h/boss2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kdgE6bZNpNk/Rk2bvE_cdGI/AAAAAAAABJU/uAYZo-N6Ieg/s320/boss2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065876388957680738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been back here for a while, I see.  Busy doing taxes for other people and enjoying the (cold) spring weather.  I guess I have to start working on some ideas.  I have ideas all the time, but some are not publishable, and others come and go before I have time to write them down.  Just as well, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just out walking my dog on our regular 6 AM routine, and there was a big turkey gobbler calling to me from the woods behind the house.  I was tempted to dig out my camo and shotgun, the season is open in May, and go rambling, but the old hunter/gatherer urge is waning.  The past couple of winters, the turkeys have been visiting my bird feeder on the deck on a regular basis, and the urge to hunt them has lessened.  They are good eating, though.  And I always loved being in the woods at sunrise and hearing that gobble ring thru the forest.  Thrilling!  Maybe I should just go out with the camera...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-6195905558631499558?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/6195905558631499558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=6195905558631499558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/6195905558631499558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/6195905558631499558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-not-been-back-here-for-while-i.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kdgE6bZNpNk/Rk2bvE_cdGI/AAAAAAAABJU/uAYZo-N6Ieg/s72-c/boss2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-2388654620795158208</id><published>2007-03-24T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T07:22:28.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wandering the news:  I have not been up to the Tug for a few-I try to stay away during the winter storms anymore.  Too old for shoveling snow and digging cars out of drifts.&lt;br /&gt;Just a few comments on the latest news.  I think it is amusing that our President refuses to let any of his staff testify under oath.  They might then be required to tell the truth, which would surely set a precedent.  Can anyone recall any member of the Bush gang telling the truth about anything in the past 6 or 7 years?  But we still love them.  How could anyone not love ol' Dick Cheney?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the big headline article in the Syracuse Newspaper last week about law firms and politicians allegedly stealing taxpayer funds thru the Empire Zone program.  I am sure the papers spent a lot of time digging up these facts; even had to go to court, I understand, but isn't this a classic "Dog Bites Man" story?  What do politicians and lawyers do but steal our money?  And most of our politicians are/were lawyers, so it is a natural tie-in.  And to Will Barclay and John Defrancisco and others, it is a perfectly normal process:  The state legislature sets up a program to give out taxpayer funds with no one to supervise it, hey, it's fair game.  Take all you can get.  I can't wait to see what Gov. Spitzer does with this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-2388654620795158208?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/2388654620795158208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=2388654620795158208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/2388654620795158208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/2388654620795158208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2007/03/wandering-news-i-have-not-been-up-to.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-116692291674764840</id><published>2006-12-23T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T17:34:40.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6526/1825/1600/969844/winter4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6526/1825/320/78832/winter4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BLACK RIVER THAW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut this poem from the Lowville newspaper many years ago, but filed it away in my boxes of stuff to never throw away.  It just came to the top the other day, and I thought I would share it with the new generation of snowmobilers.  The Reverend had obviously experienced  a Tug Hill blizzard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoTitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; BLACK RIVER THAW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new; text-align: left; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoSubtitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A story is told of a traveler bold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the days of the Hartford coach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In a big blanket rolled, for the weather was cold     &lt;br /&gt;Here he went just as snug as a roach&lt;br /&gt;But the snow gathers deep as Northward they creep     &lt;br /&gt;And the snow rising higher he saw&lt;br /&gt;And the driver, he cried to the man by his side,     &lt;br /&gt;“We shall soon get a Black River Thaw.”   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the man in the coach, lying snug as a roach,     &lt;br /&gt;Gently smiled, like an infant at sleep;&lt;br /&gt;But the horses’ slow gait never told him his fate,      &lt;br /&gt;In the snow drifts so wide and so deep,&lt;br /&gt;At last came a shout and they tumbled him out,      &lt;br /&gt;And a sleigh was his fate then he saw;&lt;br /&gt;But a man with a sigh, pointed up to the sky,     &lt;br /&gt;Saying, “Here comes a Black River Thaw.”   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let it come,” said our man, “just as quick as it can,     &lt;br /&gt;“For I never was fond of the snow;&lt;br /&gt;“Let it melt from the hills, let it run down the rills,     &lt;br /&gt;“Then back to our coach we may go.”&lt;br /&gt;But the wind raised its song, and the snow sailed along,     &lt;br /&gt;And the cold it was piercing and raw,&lt;br /&gt;And the man in the rug, from his covering snug,     &lt;br /&gt;Wished and prayed for the Black River Thaw.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sleigh, with its load, reached the old Boonville road,     &lt;br /&gt;Where the drifts reared themselves mountain high,&lt;br /&gt;Alder Creek on the right, buried deep out of sight,&lt;br /&gt;Left a white desert plain ‘neath the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Not a fence or a tree could the traveler see,     &lt;br /&gt;As he cowered close down in the straw,&lt;br /&gt;And the driver, he sighed, as the prospects he eyed,     &lt;br /&gt;“By George! Here’s a  Black River Thaw.”   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he spoke, lo! The team disappeared with a scream,     &lt;br /&gt;And the drift quickly closed overhead;&lt;br /&gt;While they wildly look back, lo! The snow hides the track,       And is drifting high over the sled,&lt;br /&gt;Then the traveler bold, though decrepit and old,     &lt;br /&gt;Hurled that driver down in the straw,&lt;br /&gt;Crying out, “Driver speak, ere my vengeance I wreak,     &lt;br /&gt;“What d’ye mean by a Black River Thaw?”   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the old gossips say, he arose in the sleigh,     &lt;br /&gt;And extended his hand o’er the scene,&lt;br /&gt;And he laughed and he shrieked, and the sleigh groaned and creaked,     &lt;br /&gt;And he said, “I will tell what I mean;&lt;br /&gt;When the North wind doth blow, and there’s five feet of snow,       And the ice devils nibble and gnaw,&lt;br /&gt;When snow fills your eyes and the drifts quickly rise,     &lt;br /&gt;This is known as a Black River Thaw.”   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the trav’ler arose, and he smote him with blows,     &lt;br /&gt;And they sank in a deadly embrace;&lt;br /&gt;And none knew the spot, till the June sun was hot,     &lt;br /&gt;And a hunter, by chance, found the place.&lt;br /&gt;Here they made them a grave, where the storms loudly rave,       And this epitaph lately I saw,&lt;br /&gt;“Two men lie beneath and they come to their death,      &lt;br /&gt;Frozen stiff in a Black River Thaw.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Rev. A.T. Worden, Waterville, Oneida County 1860.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-116692291674764840?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/116692291674764840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=116692291674764840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/116692291674764840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/116692291674764840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2006/12/black-river-thaw-i-cut-this-poem-from.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-116264513667803496</id><published>2006-11-04T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T03:55:53.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/"&gt;wandering the tug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a test to see if this thing is working...  Last week, I wrote perhaps the most insightful, interesting, and introspective blog of my short blogging career.  I posted it up with anticipation, and it... disappeared into the nether  world of blogger.com.  Perhaps it will show some day, perhaps on someone else's blog page?  Where do they go, when there is a transfer error?  Oh, well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-116264513667803496?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/116264513667803496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=116264513667803496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/116264513667803496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/116264513667803496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2006/11/wandering-tug-this-is-test-to-see-if.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-116213347957223834</id><published>2006-10-29T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:51:56.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Views from a tree stand:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     Another deer season is upon us, and I have had a chance to spend a few days hunting on the Tug Hill.    The weather  doesn't cooperate, and the bucks don't cooperate, but one can't expect everything.  I have kind of lost my  need to  kill bucks anyway...just take my camera and view the world around me and think a lot.  I have not solved many of the world's problems yet, but I do think about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Political campaigns: How can a candidate expect us to respect him, much less vote for him, if he accepts his party's mud-slinging commercials with a shrug and "I can't stop it"?  How can a congressman say that he "voted his heart" on a bill?  Isn't he supposed to represent the people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would anyone else like to see a "Do Not Call" registry for political campaigns?  They are all canned calls, and usually mud-slinging garbage.  Would not be so bad if you could respond, but they are all from 99999999 or 00000000 numbers.  That should be illegal, too.  Like anonymous spam emails.  If you have something worth saying, identify yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if any of these political candidates are half as bad as their opponents say, how did they ever get nominated by their party as the best choice?  Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can all these Albany legislators vow to reform, then keep returning Bruno and Silver to power?  I say vote them all out, and give someone new a chance.  And how can the man in charge of controlling NY State's money, be caught misusing that money, then have the nerve to say, Well, I made a mistake, but reelect me!  That would be a mistake for all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      Where does it say that when a hurricane, tornado, etc. strikes, the goverment (taxpayer) has to make it right?  If a hurricane is an Act Of God, shouldn't the churches be held responsible?  Don't they bill themselves as God's representatives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And speaking of churches, how is it that a Central New York minister can go to jail for 11 years for an affair with a young girl, but a Catholic Priest can molest numerous young boys and just get transferred to another church, or maybe forced to retire?  Better lawyers?  'Taint right.  Why are other church leaders and even congressmen just allowed to resign and walk away?  And how does a priest cover these things at confession?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With all the young kids killing themselves with cars, why do we not yet have mandatory driver education in our schools?  It is probably the most important skill we will ever learn.  Our schools can find $5 million for artificial turf on a football field, but there is no funding for driver ed.  When will we learn about priorities?  Maybe the insurance companies should get involved-they have a lot to gain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And why do we still allow automakers to market machines&lt;br /&gt;capable of speeds up to 200 mph when neither our roads nor our drivers can handle such speeds?  Even in our driver ed classes they don't teach us how to control a car at 150 mph.  Do we have a national death wish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, there's a deer!  More later, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-116213347957223834?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/116213347957223834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=116213347957223834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/116213347957223834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/116213347957223834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2006/10/views-from-tree-stand-another-deer.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-115938733120426111</id><published>2006-09-27T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T07:09:33.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1825/1600/glory2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1825/320/glory2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;MAPLE RIDGE WIND FARM&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; (or Flat Rock  Wind Farm, or even Tug Hill Windmill Farm, if you will.)&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;The Windmills of Lewis County:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;Took a ride up to the Tug yesterday to the Eagle Factory Road for the official dedication of the great Maple Ridge Wind Farm, finally nearing completion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a beautiful sunny fall day, but a bit breezy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those windmill folks did it up right, as they do everything, with a great program, excellent lunch, thanks to all who were involved for a job well done, and souvenirs for everyone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;It really was an amazing project to see built, and once all the red tape was out of the way, those huge windmills were popping up overnite, it seemed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Awesome.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of the largest such projects in the world, so they say, and just a sign of things to come.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;I was somewhat surprised that some of our politicians were not there to take credit, being an election year and all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, not so surprising, I guess.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;George W. and his crowd are seriously tied up in fossil fuels.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hilly and George P.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;are busy with more lofty goals somewhere in the Midwest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I am sure Spitzer and Faso have not located Tug Hill on their GPS maps yet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;The folks who did speak were heavily into pointing out the long-term benefits of clean, renewable energy, and the long-term cash benefits of the windmills to an area that pretty much had nothing before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;True, I guess.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And one can put up with a few inconveniences, like the tourists, for the extra income, improved roads, and such.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got a chuckle out of one speaker going on about how the local dairy farmers would now find it easier to keep the family farms going with the extra income.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many of the Tug Hill farmers we know who are still in operation have been selling their herds as soon as the wind checks actually started coming in, and have gone on to other projects, or retired to watch the blades turn.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I guess the government’s agenda for years has been to put the small dairy farmer out of business, even to buying out their herds, so I guess it all works out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;One thing that does puzzle me is that now the project is completed, they are paving many of the roads in the area.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That in itself is worth the hassle, as it seems those roads are paved maybe once every 40-50 years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, we are only paving those roads that were paved before this all began, none of the gravel roads.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now it seems that if the windmill maintenance folks are going to be driving those roads, every day for the next 25 years, they would want to travel on paved roads.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It would be nice for the residents too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe when the towns start getting all that extra annual income, they will see to that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, it appears to be a win-win project for everyone involved, and we are glad to see it finally completed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Great job, Maple Ridge, Flat Rock, Horizon, and all you other folks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mapleridgewind.com/"&gt;www.mapleridgewind.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-115938733120426111?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/115938733120426111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=115938733120426111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/115938733120426111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/115938733120426111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2006/09/maple-ridge-wind-farm-or-flat-rock.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-115746535221876699</id><published>2006-09-05T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T04:24:23.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Tug Hill Windmills:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were right.  I was wrong.  What was I thinking?  Those windmills are huge, they are noisy, they are ugly, and they need to be removed.  All of them.  Now.  We want everything back the way it was, and for all the tourists to go away, and for the towns and counties and state to give back all the money.  How do we do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not serious, of course.  I do not live close to the windmills, but many people I know who have them on their land are very happy with them.  Especially the extra income when the tax bills come!  From my own observations, the windmill noise is not much more than the sound of wind in the trees, and is really kind of soothing.  Strobe lights?  Flicker?  After the first few minutes, you don't notice them-like cell towers and power lines and all the other modern inconveniences.  Welcome to the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-115746535221876699?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/115746535221876699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=115746535221876699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/115746535221876699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/115746535221876699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2006/09/tug-hill-windmills-you-were-right.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-115706831218332702</id><published>2006-08-31T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T06:50:37.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE GREAT PROPERTY TAX REBATE OF 2006&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Well, our short Central New York summer is almost gone, but the good news is that the great State of New York is going to be sending us all a huge tax rebate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, what will I do with it?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pay off the mortgage?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Buy a new car?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pay my school taxes?  What?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not that much?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, maybe a tankful of gas.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And this is free money, folks, like the refund the IRS gives us in April, so we can enjoy it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I heard some people were complaining that it would cost 3 or 4 million to mail out all those checks, but, hey, the state is paying for that, not me, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It is somewhat amazing that our great state legislators were able to get together and agree on something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Maybe Joe and Shelly did it while the rest of the gang was out of town campaigning and the Guv was in Iowa doing something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;He’s running for what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;That might be an improvement.  With a great bonus like that, I know I will be voting to re-elect my representative and…what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Unopposed again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Oh, well, surely someone will vote for him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;If the legislators did pass this bill, I am guessing that there is a hefty pay raise attached, to take effect just after the elections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(For them, that is, not a minimum wage bill.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Did they ever pass a budget?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A bottle bill?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;No time for such things in an election year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Wouldn't it be great if one of them could actually accomplish all the things they promise during the campaign?  What a great state!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I wonder how far south I can get on my tax rebate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Virginia, maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I finally did receive a rebate check, made payable to me only.  I emailed my legislator and told him that if he could come up with  a couple hundred more, I would try to get my wife to vote for him too.  No response...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don't disagree that our legislators should have a pay raise once in a while; cost-of-living and all that, but it doesn't seem right that they get to choose when and how much.  The only fair way would be to give them the same generous annual increase that us social security recipients enjoy, an average $30 a month or so.  Of course, they don't have to pay medicare premium increases out of that, so they might actually receive enough for a dinner out once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-115706831218332702?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/115706831218332702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=115706831218332702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/115706831218332702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/115706831218332702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2006/08/great-property-tax-rebate-of-2006-well.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-115645242443012059</id><published>2006-08-24T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T06:08:40.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1825/1600/sunset3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1825/320/sunset3.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2006/05/wandering-tug-it-is-really-amazing-to.html"&gt;windmills at sunset&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a really beautiful sunset at the farm a few days back, and I got a couple of shots.  The clouds came out a bit darker than they actually were-I have to work on that-but the sky was awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-115645242443012059?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/115645242443012059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=115645242443012059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/115645242443012059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/115645242443012059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2006/08/windmills-at-sunset-there-was-really.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-115558088967986720</id><published>2006-08-14T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T18:50:45.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1825/1600/windmilldeer2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1825/320/windmilldeer2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tug Hill Windmills and wildlife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     We keep hearing more and more noise about the windmills on Tug Hill and how they are driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the deer and turkeys away and destroying the geese and other flying birds.  In my opinion, it is all a lot of wind, and I don't mean from the windfarm.  My own very unscientific observations show that the deer and turkeys are totally unaffected, except that the grass planted under those towers is very tasty.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     As I see it, they treat the windmill the same as a tree or any other object in their neighborhood.  Same with the geese.  They graze around the windmills, but they are no more likely to fly into one than into a tree or a power pole.  They may be silly geese, but not stupid.  I have photos of deer grazing under the towers, but I also have photos of the towers with no deer grazing 'neath them.  The latter might be proof that the deer have all been driven out.  But no, we are seeing more deer , turkeys, and geese around than most years.  Draw your own conclusions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     I say that the windfarms do not really have a large impact on the environment, wildlife, or the energy supply, and the antis need to find someone else to attack.  The choices are numerous:  Big Oil, The Government, The War(s), Big Business, Taxes, The National Debt (wait til your grandkids see that bill).  I think if the windmills had any large impact, the Oil Barons, that monster known as ExxonMobilBPValeroShell,  would have toppled them long ago.  (And what is up with the Alaska oil fields?  They are run by British Petroleum and the oil is shipped to Japan?)&lt;br /&gt;    The deer and turkeys?  Well, they are undecided, but they are certainly not leaving the neighborhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-115558088967986720?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/115558088967986720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=115558088967986720' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/115558088967986720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/115558088967986720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2006/08/tug-hill-windmills-and-wildlife-we.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-115106511935071424</id><published>2006-06-23T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T05:18:39.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://baldwinsvilleneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/06/welcome.html#links"&gt;Baldwinsville Neighbors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-115106511935071424?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/115106511935071424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=115106511935071424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/115106511935071424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/115106511935071424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2006/06/baldwinsville-neighbors.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-115058743497764484</id><published>2006-06-17T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T16:37:15.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here it is June already, and time for our annual worst tv commercial survey.  There are so many to choose from, but mostly the commercials are better fare than the programming. Here's my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around central new york, the hands-down most obnoxious commercial is anything from Billy HUGE, so we will disqualify him from the start.  For my nomination, there is a testimonial for a local comical law firm called A&amp;C (for ambulance chasers?) with a young girl who admits that she was standing in the back of a moving pickup truck, somehow fell out and broke her collarbone, and the boys at A&amp;amp;C got her the huge $$$ she so deserved.  Picture that.  If she was stupid enough to ride standing in the back of a pickup,  a large sum of money is NOT what she deserved.  I once saw a young girl in ICU who did the same thing, only she landed on her head.  I'm sure she would have settled for a broken collarbone if she could have walked out of the hospital.  Of course, if she had survived, she probably would have gone for a large cash settlement too.  The laws do not make allowances for foolishness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-115058743497764484?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/115058743497764484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=115058743497764484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/115058743497764484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/115058743497764484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2006/06/here-it-is-june-already-and-time-for.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-114933851121034597</id><published>2006-06-03T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T09:15:31.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The latest word from Washington on the illegal immigrant problem is that we are going to build a 300 mile fence on the 3000 mile Mexican border to keep "those people" where they belong.  The same Washington group that has set our country back about 100 years so far, and is headed for the Dark Ages.  One would think a Texas rancher would know those fence numbers won't work.  And of course such a fence built by the fed will cost about $10 million a mile.  But no doubt our old friend Halliburton has a fence-constructing branch in Texas, and, oh yes, well they do employ illegal aliens, but...&lt;br /&gt;    I read one quote that this fence is different from the infamous Berlin Wall, as that one was built to keep people IN, and this will be to keep people OUT!  Try and explain that to a Mexican:  "You understand, Juan, this fence is just to keep you out of the US, not to keep you in Mexico?  Si, senor.  I will work very hard for you, you see."&lt;br /&gt; I was in Europe fighting the Cold War, and the Germans certainly didn't understand about their wall.  And of course now our neighbors to the north, Canada, will want a fence too.  Where will that end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     My solution to the immigrant problem is to let them come in.  Just require them to serve 2 or 3 years in the US Army before becoming US citizens.  That would give them a job to support their families, allow them time to learn to speak our language, and give us a fresh supply of fighting men for our empire building programs.  And any army recruiter could tell them about learning a trade and getting a college education and seeing the world.    Maybe we could follow the popular trend today, "Outsourcing", and build an all-immigrant army, ready to invade anyplace, anytime.  Maybe call it a UN Peacekeeping force.  I mean, there is Iran, and Libya, and what about Venezuela?  And of course North Korea.  We will need the manpower to...  Oh, sorry, no oil in North Korea.  And then there are many countries in Africa we need to tend.  Maybe a fence on all our borders?  I am very tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-114933851121034597?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/114933851121034597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=114933851121034597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/114933851121034597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/114933851121034597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2006/06/latest-word-from-washington-on-illegal.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-114919762304909593</id><published>2006-06-01T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T05:49:39.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1825/1600/sunfox1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1825/320/sunfox1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in March, I took a few pictures of a gray fox in our back yard, near Syracuse, NY, and posted them up on flickr.  Now I hear from a college professor in Oklahoma who is writing a book on foxes and wants to feature one of my photos.  So now I will be published.  Here is what it looks like, in case you see the book some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/John%20Northrup/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/Wildlife/sunfox1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-114919762304909593?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/114919762304909593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=114919762304909593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/114919762304909593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/114919762304909593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-in-march-i-took-few-pictures-of.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-114919673929512981</id><published>2006-06-01T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T05:25:46.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/"&gt;wandering the tug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is closer to home, but I wander here a lot too.  Byrne Dairy plans to build a super gas/dairy/cigarette/beer emporium in our rural residential neighborhood, as a "neighborhood convenience', though the neighbors all oppose it.  This was published in the Syracuse papers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;Mightyfine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;The exciting news that our far-seeing Lysander Town Planners have rewarded our residential neighborhood with a big shiny new “neighborhood convenience” store has been somewhat clouded by the&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;recent rash of armed robberies of these stores in the Syracuse area.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two in one day.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;It seems these stores are a “convenience” in more ways than one. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Neighbors in this quiet residential area can hardly wait until the new Byrne Dairy Store opens just down the road.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess we just have to start locking our doors and keeping the shotgun handy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would suggest that our town planners plan on doing the same.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;What I fail to understand in this deal is that when developers plan stores, malls, or gas stations in other rural areas, such as route 31 in Clay, planners can and do require them to include wider roads, curbing, turn lanes, crosswalks, lowered speed limits, and even traffic signals as part of the construction.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On route 370 in Lysander, nothing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What are they thinking?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is wrong with anticipating problems and preventing them?  Isn't that what planning is all about?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, welcome, Byrne Dairy, to the neighborhood.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We probably will not be regular customers, but we will wave as we sit in traffic outside your store, waiting to get to route 370.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;John Northrup&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-114919673929512981?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/114919673929512981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=114919673929512981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/114919673929512981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/114919673929512981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2006/06/wandering-tug-this-is-closer-to-home.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-114890494486034906</id><published>2006-05-29T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T14:30:55.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/"&gt;wandering the tug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     It is really amazing to me, as a born and bred Tugger, how much the Tug Hill has changed over the years.  Not just the windfarm, though that is probably the biggest change, but the whole face of the area.  For better or worse?  Who can say.       But it is different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     When I was a boy, there were still a number of active farms in the area, although none were especially prosperous.  As the old-timers died off and their kids left for the cities to get rich, those farms disappeared too.  I can recall roaming the back roads and meeting almost no one-maybe a farmer from the valley checking on his heifers in summer pasture; maybe neighbor Amby Williams looking for his feral hog herd; maybe old Adam, the "Mayor of Rector Corners", visiting his Christmas tree crop, or harvesting some "tug hill weathersticks".  It was quiet and peaceful.  Even in the '80s, staying at our camp on the Pitcher Road, sometimes it would be 2-3 days without a truck coming by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     Today the back roads are alive with snowmobiles in winter and ATV's in summer.  Not 1 or 2, they travel in packs of 5 to 100.  Camps are springing up everywhere on former farmland, and, of course, the windmills bring the construction workers and the curious tourists.  I recall when we were kids how we would all rush to the windows when we heard a car or saw the headlights, wondering who was coming to visit.  Now there is almost a constant stream of traffic on all the back roads.  Progress?  Maybe.  Certainly the end of an era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-114890494486034906?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/114890494486034906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=114890494486034906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/114890494486034906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/114890494486034906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2006/05/wandering-tug-it-is-really-amazing-to.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-114832531351268727</id><published>2006-05-22T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T06:24:04.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/"&gt;wandering the tug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Trails To You:&lt;br /&gt;   This has nothing to do with Tug Hill, but just with life in general, I guess.  We just took a trip to Albany on I-90, and on the way home stopped at one of those rest areas, Pattersonville, I believe, as it was past dinner hour.  I won't name the fast food place, as they may sue me, and I don't have much, but it was named for my favorite cowboy hero when I was growing up.   He stood up for all that was good and right.&lt;br /&gt;   In all my 66 years, this was the absolute worst meal I can remember being served.  Well, actually, it was self service, but you know what I mean.  And that includes army C-rations and SOS, which were actually quite good.&lt;br /&gt;   We should have known, as the rest stop was very busy, but there were only about 3 other people in this large dining area, and none of them looked very happy.  We opted for the usual burgers and fries, and they were virtually inedible.  If you have ever had a backyard cookout with burgers and hot dogs, then just turned off the gas grill and left the extras on the grill overnight, well, you get the picture.  Like maybe they had been dehydrated and you needed to add water and reconstitute them, but there were no directions.  I would guess they had been made for maybe 3-4 days, and the heat lamp was not keeping anything warm.  Maybe they had just had a power outage?&lt;br /&gt;   It is hard to believe that intelligent people could actually convert good meat and potatos and serve up trash like this, charge money for it, and actually call it "food".  Or that people like you and I are stupid enough to buy it.  I was going to complain and get my $10 back, but it was late, we were tired and far from home, and there appeared to be no adult supervision for the help there anyway.  You really can't blame the kids who work there-cold overcooked fries and sawdust burgers are all they know, all they have ever known.  If ol' Roy were still around, I know he would say: "Pardner, you can't serve up trash like that to my buckaroos and put my name on it!" Now, DRAW!"&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, maybe it would be good if they did sue me.  I could just bring in a bag of ROY ROGERS burgers for the judge and jury to sample.  Case closed!  Denny Crane would love it.&lt;br /&gt;    What are they thinking?  Of course, these folks are not into serving gourmet meals to family diners, expecting them back on a regular basis.  Dump a quick snack, call it something they recognize-like "hamburger",  on an unsuspecting traveler who probably will never be back this way again.  If he does come by again, he will stop at the rest stop 40 miles up the road and receive something near as bad.  But not quite as bad.  No Happy Trails here, buckaroos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-114832531351268727?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/114832531351268727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=114832531351268727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/114832531351268727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/114832531351268727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2006/05/wandering-tug-happy-trails-to-you-this.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-114772323467290541</id><published>2006-05-15T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T13:00:34.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just read a blog from a Syracuse area crosscountry skiier who was wondering where Tug Hill is!  Someone told her that the skiing was great there, but she had never heard of Tug Hill.  Can you imagine?  If she knew which direction north is, she could see it on a clear day!  Obviously she never watches TV, reads a paper, or listens to the radio.  They discuss Tug Hill and lake effect snow daily, especially in winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-114772323467290541?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/114772323467290541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=114772323467290541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/114772323467290541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/114772323467290541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-just-read-blog-from-syracuse-area.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-113534589288577946</id><published>2005-12-23T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T11:39:55.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1825/1600/wintermill1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1825/320/wintermill1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I just read, in the Syracuse Post Standard, the interesting and enlightening article on the Maple Ridge Wind Farm on Tug Hill.  We who have ties to the area hope that this project will bring some much-needed revenues to the Tug Hill area, while helping to produce clean energy for America.&lt;br /&gt;     It was amusing to read bar-owner Gordon Yancey's assessment that the wind towers "desecrated" the beautiful Tug Hill.  This from someone who makes his living selling firewater and finger-foods to the thousands of snowmobilers and ATV riders who invade the Tug winter and summer.  With their noise pollution, air pollution, beer-can littering, and constant destruction of roads, trails, streams, forests, and fields, these visitors are the real sources of desecration to this remote and beautiful area.  Perhaps if Mr.Yancey is looking for desecrators, he should look across his bar instead of out his windows. Perhaps Mr Yancey should devote some time and energy to educating his customers, and just enjoy his view of the windmills.  Already, Lewis County is working to close it's roads to ATVs.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Fortunately, most of us appreciate the beauty and majesty of these awesome windmills, and feel that they only add to the beauty and majesty of this unique area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-113534589288577946?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/113534589288577946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=113534589288577946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/113534589288577946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/113534589288577946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-just-read-in-syracuse-post-standard.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-113216993017522843</id><published>2005-11-16T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T07:11:00.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1825/1600/farm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1825/320/farm1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourists and windmills: The Tug Hill Windmill Farms of Upstate New York.&lt;br /&gt;We just spent a weekend at the Winteridge Farm on Tug Hill. Beautiful weather. Did some deer hunting, although I find my enthusiasm for deer hunting is waning.&lt;br /&gt;There are now over 100 windmills in place, almost ready to start spinning power. They are awesome to see! There are 3 in place on the farm, with 1 to be completed as soon as the last tower comes in.&lt;br /&gt;The windmills are beginning to attract lots of tourists, driving up and down the roads, walking the fields, taking photos, etc. One lady stopped by and tried to start an argument about the bad aspects of the windmills, but we just wished her a good day. This would be a great opportunity to cash in on all the traffic and interest. Maybe sell t-shirts and hats on the roadside, or give guided tours. If only I lived closer, so I could be there every day. $40.00 worth of gas to commute-that is a lot of t-shirts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-113216993017522843?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/113216993017522843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=113216993017522843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/113216993017522843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/113216993017522843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2005/11/tourists-and-windmills-tug-hill.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-113145678877161562</id><published>2005-11-08T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T06:17:18.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Pitts!&lt;br /&gt;I just caught a few minutes of GMA with the latest hourly bulletin from Jennifer on her trauma-ridden breakup with Brad.  Question: Other than the news media, does anyone over 12 really care about Jennifer's addled personal life.  Wait.  Don't answer that.  But if your answer is yes, or even if you hesitate, here is a piece of advice.  You need to get a life of your own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-113145678877161562?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/113145678877161562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=113145678877161562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/113145678877161562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/113145678877161562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2005/11/pitts-i-just-caught-few-minutes-of-gma.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609795.post-113129422331998045</id><published>2005-11-06T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T11:26:52.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1825/1600/tower3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1825/320/tower3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1825/1600/vickys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1825/320/vickys.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowin' In The Wind...&lt;br /&gt;The Tug Hill Wind Farm.  Windmill activity is really beginning to pick up on the Tug Hill, with about 100 windmills completed and another 100 to come next year. Almost ready to hook up the power and start generating.&lt;br /&gt;Although you do hear some negative comments about them, I think most folks think they are beautiful and majestic and an addition to the landscape. Surely an addition to an economy that had not much of anything before. It is exciting for one who knows the Tug and has seen all this grow.&lt;br /&gt;I grew up on the Tug many years ago, part of a large family on a small dairy farm. Like most people, I got out as soon as it seemed polite to do so. Nothing there unless you wanted to work on a farm or your family owned a farm-related business. But the call of the Tug has persisted over the past 50 years, and we keep going back. Folks in Lowville considered themselves just a bit more sophisticated than us hicks on The Hill, so they looked down upon us from the valley. Now they resent those who are getting the windmills, even though they stand to benefit too. I guess that is human nature.&lt;br /&gt;Even thought the Tug is a beautiful and unique area, the climate is harsh, growing season is short, and the snow and wind are...hard to imagine. The weather is not ideal for dairy farming, to say the least. Over the centuries, a number of hardy immigrants have tried their luck, including the Irish, Polish, Hungarians, Dutch, and Amish. I guess some were successful to some extent, as they were able to make a living and raise a family over a lifetime of 20-50-80 years, but I don't recall any of my neighbors getting rich. And now the small dairy farm is pretty much a thing of the past. Those who still owned the family farmland got to pay increasing taxes for few services on their dirt roads, and spent time trying to keep the alders and weeds from taking over the fields. Snowmobilers, campers, and ATVers discovered it as a playground, but didn't add much, except for the bar owners and nickel-can collectors.&lt;br /&gt;And then along came these folks who said: Let us harness all this wind that is blowing over your land. We will use a small part of your land to build some towers and access roads. We will improve your roads and bridges. We will pay you $25-50000 each year for the next 25 years, and you get to keep and enjoy the land, and don't have to do anything. Sounds like a no-brainer! The only ones I know of getting a deal like that are the retired state employees.  Except the windmill landlords don't have guaranteed health insurance.&lt;br /&gt;And so the windmills have arrived. I think they are awesome and majestic. Somehow, they look as if they belong to the Tug. The Tug Hill Windmill Farms.  The Future Is Blowing In The Wind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18609795-113129422331998045?l=winteridge2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/feeds/113129422331998045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18609795&amp;postID=113129422331998045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/113129422331998045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18609795/posts/default/113129422331998045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteridge2.blogspot.com/2005/11/blowin-in-wind.html' title=''/><author><name>deerjohn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523049007113555889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
