Showing posts with label Rail trail. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rail trail. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

I was speechless, too

I'm sorry, but this is insanity - and by "this" I mean Newbury allowing Mrs. Buzzotta to rebuild her home that was lost to erosion on the primary dune on Plum Island.

I feel sorry for her - I really do - but look at where her house was. The dune grass has re-grown and the dune actually looks stable there.

Gee, and I just last week mentioned the fact that she was granted permission to re-build to Ed O'Donnell of the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers ... he was quite surprised.

I agree with the commenter on the piece who said it's time for Newbury to step up to the plate. You can't expect federal and state agencies to pump millions into a beach nourishment project when you (the town) are doing something that might be detrimental to the project.

Speaking of Newbury, there was this cute little pink former PI camp on Old Point Road that was torn down a few weeks ago. It was just like the cottage where I live. Now there's something on ugly steel stilts going up. Ah history - who needs it?

And speaking of steel ... these guys behind me this morning at Dunkin' Donuts were talking about the (apparently intentional) rust on the bridge on the rail trail going over Low St. They were postulating that the supplier of the bridge will be back shortly to "fix" the rust issue ... and I wonder, was it plowed, too? It's not even officially open, or so I was told by city Senior Planner Geordie Vining.

And speaking of rail trails ...

I saw on Facebook a re-tweet of someone's original tweet (that's Twitter-speak) that the rail trail had been plowed as of fairly early on Sunday morning.

Since at the time I was reading that my street had not yet been plowed, I was rather miffed.

The person passing the info along said, "Yay DPW!"

So this made me think about the rail trail, and maintenance of the rail trail, and how many people complain about plowing in the city and how here on Plum Island we get guys in pickup trucks plowing the street (not that I begrudge them the money, mind you) and I felt as if my head was going to explode.