There is never a dull moment during construction projects. Here's what you do when a truck full of sand flips over:
The owner's manual was no help at all, so they just yanked it with the nearest available backhoe.
"Poppy," who earned his nickname playing with explosives as a child, is working on the site of the ten new tennis courts west of the Fieldhouse. His job is to blow up boulders too big to fit in a truck. He's very good at it. That smoldering pile at the end of two wires is a 14-yard rock that has just been detonated with a quarter pound of nitroglycerine dynamite.
It is clear that people want the streets mentioned in previous columns to have hilarious names, like "Lois Lane" and "Easy Street." A Street-Naming Committee, however, apparently stacked with compassionate conservatives, opted for "Barn Road" and "Boathouse Lane."
A spineless Street-Naming Committee in deliberation.
I am out of the office till about August 21, and will post the next Chuck's Corner at that time.
