derecho 2020

(For my faithful followers, there’s an update to my corn(y) theme near the end of this post that includes corn-specific storm damage pics from my chosen location.)

Merriam Webster defines “derecho” as “a large fast-moving complex of thunderstorms with powerful straight-line winds that cause widespread destruction.”

The storm itself was moving at 70 MPH. We headed down stairs just after I took the second photo. Fortunately we had ample warning of its impending arrival. The local TV weather person said “We normally talk about a severe weather threat. This is no longer a threat. We have confirmation of the damage path. You should be taking cover now.” So we already had shoes, coats, flashlights, and id’s in our lower level laundry room, our designated tornado shelter.

We actually “weathered” the storm from our hobby room downstairs where we could watch it through a south-facing window. It was quickly clear that this was different from any storm I’d ever witnessed. Those of you who know me know that I am a weather nut and trained NOAA storm spotter. At first it could be mistaken for a normal straight line wind or even a tornado. But very soon it was obvious that it was another event all together.

What didn’t stop was the wind. It didn’t really howl. It was more like a constant rumble that drowned out the sound of the thunder most of the time. Yes, there was a heavy rain storm. But we ended up with less than a half inch of rain. The rain came and went multiple times throughout the duration. The electricity went out within a couple minutes of the storm’s onset. I do admit to being concerned, and excited, so much so that I did not take any pictures out the window during the storm. Darn!

I witnessed the aftermath of an EF-5 tornado in and around Parkersburg Iowa in 2008. I went to Cedar Falls to pick up a new digital SLR body for my lenses. I was greatly impacted by the devastation I saw that May day, so much so that I wrote a song (Parkersburg) about the experience. (Google Search for Parkersburg Tornado) Though the derecho caused less acute damage, its path was dozens of miles wider and more than a hundred fifty miles longer than the path of the Parkersburg tornado.

Looking back with the advantage of subsequent storm reports, It really did look like hurricane videos I’ve seen. We fully expected our trees to break, but we were lucky! The house behind us did not fare so well.

I watched the branch on the right break off of the Poplar tree. It’s about 30 feet long. Fortunately it missed the fence. We watched the branch in the lower left tumbleweed across our yard and settle in theirs. That branch is actually about 20′ long. The young couple who own the house had moved out the week before and were scheduled to close on the sale of this property two days later. Their brand new house about 1-1/2 miles West received both roof and siding damage. I lent them some saws so they could cut up the debris. They did a great job of getting the yard cleaned up. I hope there were no delays.

It was about 45 minutes before I was comfortable going back upstairs. (Again, those who know me know that I normally experience severe storms from our living room, or even from the garage, or outside.) Still, the winds were gusting between 30 and 45 MPH. Now we could hear the thunder, and light rain continued for a while.

Staying inside for long was not an option for me. But even before that, we could see damage. Our neighbor’s trampoline blew over, crushing their soccer goal rig and plowing into their backyard neighbor’s fence. Most of that fence was down, the West side flattened.

Here are some pics from my first, short walk up the street. There was still some iffy weather and I’m glad I came home again before another minor thunderstorm arrived.

Venturing further on my second reconnaissance attempt I walked to a secondary artery, north/south road with houses on the East side and a bean field to the West. Here was the first extensive roof damage I’d seen. Large patches of shingles were missing from almost every house for a two-block stretch. I continued to walk around. The following pics exemplify the widespread damage in our neighborhood.

Twenty-four hours after the storm’s onset our electricity was restored. But our Internet and Cable were still out so we got in the car to see what we could see. We drove through Iowa City from NW to SE. As we entered the older east side of town it looked like a tornado had hit. Every block was piled with branches and full trees broken or taken down at the roots. IC sustained extensive shingle and trim damage throughout. Cleanup efforts were everywhere; chain saws, people hauling cut up tree sections to the curbs. Curbs, blocks long, were lined with debris. Unfortunately I was not comfortable stopping the car to take pictures during this tour.

Yesterday, though, I did take a 5-mile walk around the North section of our town during which I was able to take my time and snap some pics. I walk this route often so I was impressed with the damage I saw. It is the truth that, from the time the storm ended on Monday through yesterday when I took a walk around here, that I could not look even an eighth of a mile (660 feet, two football fields) without seeing significant damage. Here are some examples of the damage.

These last two pics represent a place I often admire along my route. The pine tree on the left is over 30′ high with a trunk diameter of about 2 feet. I love the branch that, many years ago, had to veer to the North and then upward toward the light.

But that tree was hard to see because of the huge Elm (I think) that used to be close to the road. Yes, they cut it off, but look how it twisted open during the storm. And then, to the right of those trees I saw another tree uprooted. Its root ball had grown under a fence. Check out the last pic. That base must be about 15′ in diameter!

That leaves an update on the corn. I had seen damaged corn at other points in my route. But this is the place where I took the pics for my other corn(y) posts. Where there had been beautifully tall, full, dark green, leafy stalks with young growing ears of corn, there are now tattered leaves, broken or leaning stalks and downed corn. The news today indicated there could be ten million acres of damaged corn across the Iowa storm path.

Today, four days after the derecho, electricity was restored to the area of Ankeny where my son lives. I sure hope their frozen food stores are okay!

Clearly clean up and recovery from this derecho will take a long time. My next door neighbor had some minor shingle damage. He was told by the roofing company that they could not even give him an estimate of when they could come look at his roof, let alone get it fixed, partially due to the previous hail storm from a few weeks ago. I saw several roofs with shingles sitting on them waiting to fix the damage from that hail storm.

Cities are providing free curbside debris pick up and are providing locations where citizens can take their debris if they can. Cedar Rapids even has a nightly curfew in effect until further notice. Electricity isn’t expected to be fully restored until next week. Pam and I are very fortunate to have made it through unscathed. We are thankful.

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A prepublication update:

It’s now Friday. The storm occurred on Monday. I walked a different section of our neighborhood today and saw even more extensive roof and tree damage than I previously thought existed. Still, it is clear that Cedar Rapids was hit much harder than our area. Similar to hurricane aftermath, this will be a long term recovery effort. Our news station is reporting 2500 power poles down, 1090 homes with total or partial roof collapse, thousands of customers without power.

Spray-on Corn

Gotcha!

Subscriber Jan asked the question “Do the farmers have tall enough equipment to harvest the corn?” in a comment following my previous “Knee High by When?” post. I promised to take a pic the next time I saw a sprayer. Well today’s the day. I mentioned at the time that I was pretty sure I could drive our car under one. It’s close.

Pam and I went for another ride this afternoon and there, just off the county road, parked near a grain elevator, was just the ticket.

It’s difficult to tell from this image the unit’s height and size. So I took a few more:

I’m 5′-9″ tall. Looks like the tire is at least six feet in diameter.

A little more perspective. Clearly, I could walk under it. I chose not to since I didn’t even ask permission to take the pictures.

That’s our car on the other side. I wouldn’t take a chance on driving through, but I measured it at its highest point and it is only 5′-6″ high. I guess it would have made it.

The big yellow arms that appear folded against the body of the cab – are indeed – arms. They contain the sprayer apparatuses used to spray herbicide and/or pesticide on grown beans and corn (“Spray-on Corn”). I haven’t seen one in a field lately so I couldn’t get an image with the arms extended.

To answer Jan’s question directly, tall equipment is not needed to harvest the corn. Combines (I just realized a potential pun in the following statement) actually comb through the stalks within a foot or two of the ground, collecting the stalks, stripping the corn off the cobs, and shredding the stalks, cobs, and husks then discarding them back on the field.

By the way, I visited the corn field today at which I shot the previous pics. The cobs are filling out nicely. I’m waiting a while to see them mature before giving an update on their development. I guess maybe something to look forward to?

Breaking Bad – Execution

Dustin Honken is to be executed tomorrow, July 17, 2020 in Terra Haute IN. Dustin was convicted of murdering two of his drug business partners who were scheduled to testify against him, and unfortunately the girl friend and her two children of one of those men. All of this took place in or near Mason City IA and became a major news story during the 1990’s and early 2000’s. The Des Moines Register published a good timeline. Murderpedia also has a synopsis of Honken’s crimes. Honken will be the third person executed this week as the Trump Administration lifted a long-standing ban.

Angela Johnson was Honken’s girlfriend and, as explained in the article above, assisted in the murders. She became the first female sentenced to death by a Federal jury since the 1950’s. Her sentence was overturned in 2012. She is now serving a life sentence.

So why am I posting this information? There are some twists in this case that I find particularly interesting. First, the bodies of Greg Nicholson, Lori Ann Duncan, and Amber and Candice Duncan were found on a county road between Clear Lake and Mason City in 2000. The new Cerro Gordo County Law Enforcement Center was built in 2007 across the street from where those bodies were found – go figure.

Second, scrolling through the TV channels in early 2017, I stumbled upon an episode of Gangsters: America’s Most Evil retelling the story of Dustin Honken and those involved. I was surprised to find that they suggested that the main character, Walter White in AMC’s Breaking Bad (though the IMDB description does not mention Honken), was the inspiration for the character. I haven’t watched the episode in quite a while, but I remember that he moved from the Midwest to Arizona where he set up a meth lab for distribution to the West Coast and to ship east to Iowa for further distribution.

Walter White, like Honken, created a new super meth concoction that was sought after throughout the drug user community. Though Honken was not a teacher, he was a Chemistry “whiz.

I am always intrigued by stories of people who, for whatever reason, deviate from social norms and cross the line into devious and violent behavior. I’m no doctor, but I’ve always contended that the line between normal and seriously abnormal behavior is a thin one. What makes a Richard Speck or Ted Bundy do what they do? What about Jeffrey Dahmer, John Wayne Gacy, or the BTK Killer? And don’t even get me started on doomsday cult leaders!

I understand that many had various types of trauma during their youth. But some also exhibit sociopathic symptoms early in life that surface independently from those traumas (such as mutilating animals). Let’s face it. We all experienced trauma of one sort or another when we were young.

I don’t have answers. I’m just fascinated and watch documentaries about these people, similar to watching documentaries about the Holocaust. One thing I’ve learned by watching and reading is that there are probably dozens, if not hundreds of serial killers and crime-related (hush up) murders than we are even aware.

So tomorrow will end the story of a very bad man who impacted my life by brutally executing an innocent family (the Duncans) and some not-so-innocent other bad guys who didn’t deserve to die. I’ll leave it to others to determine if capital punishment is moral, ethical, and/or serves as a deterrent to crime. I will continue with my fascination.

Can you (h)ear me now?

Yep. There are now skinny ears on the stalks. I actually noticed them yesterday, but didn’t take the pic until today.

We’ve been getting plenty of rain and sunshine. No doubt these will fill out sooner than later. Speaking of that; more later.

Knee High by When?

Hi there. Long time no post!

I haven’t posted for some time. Having inadvertently posted something I didn’t realize was political and receiving an unexpected and disturbing negative response, I’ve taken a break to figure out how I want to proceed with this site.

I think I’ve found a subject that won’t elicit too controversial a response – growing corn. Hopefully it is the beginning of the next phase of posts.

While walking one of my “northern” routes on June 17th I came across a field of corn that was knee high – yep, June 17th. The saying I learned at an early age was “knee high by the 4th of July.” Not anymore! So I stopped to take a pic to show those who may not be near Iowa’s magnificent corn fields. Yes Jan, the one with the sexy knee.

On June 23rd I walked the same route and found the corn had grown – a lot! Below are some pics in chronological order. They are all taken within a couple feet of each other along the same field border:

Though already way over my head, there are no corn ears visible on any stalks in this field or any that I pass while on my walking adventures. I’ll continue to monitor and add to this post one way or another as the summer progresses.

By the way, It’s 95 degrees at our house today, with a heat index of 105. It is expected to be the hottest day of July – at least for a while. Hope everyone is staying cool. Cheryl, hopefully you will reach 70 degrees 🙂

Knee High by When?

Hi there. Long time no post!

I haven’t posted for some time. Having inadvertently posted something I didn’t realize was political and receiving an unexpected and disturbing negative response, I’ve taken a break to figure out how I want to proceed with this site.

I think I’ve found a subject that won’t elicit too controversial a response – growing corn. Hopefully it is the beginning of the next phase of posts.

While walking one of my “northern” routes on June 17th I came across a field of corn that was knee high – yep, June 17th. The saying I learned at an early age was “knee high by the 4th of July.” Not anymore! So I stopped to take a pic to show those who may not be near Iowa’s magnificent corn fields. Yes Jan, the one with the sexy knee.

On June 23rd I walked the same route and found the corn had grown – a lot! Below are some pics in chronological order. They are all taken within a couple feet of each other along the same field border:

Though already way over my head, there are no corn ears visible on any stalks in this field or any that I pass while on my walking adventures. I’ll continue to monitor and add to this post one way or another as the summer progresses.

By the way, It’s 95 degrees at our house today, with a heat index of 105. It is expected to be the hottest day of July – at least for a while. Hope everyone is staying cool. Cheryl, hopefully you will reach 70 degrees 🙂

Penzey’s

“With Justice —Peace. Without it —Our smashed windows”

Yesterday I received an email from Penzey’s, a spice house chain based in Milwaukee WI. I’ve been buying spices from them in store in Des Moines, but most recently online due to the pandemic. I’m on their newsletter list for that reason. The message speaks for itself, so I’m posting it here in its entirety .

Penzeys Voice of Cooking

“Of course if I wanted to toss rocks where there is community-supported racism I could start right here in the Milwaukee area and stop in Madison on my way up to Saint Paul and then across the river to our Hennepin Ave store in Minneapolis where, last I heard, at least one door and one of the big windows have already been smashed. The reality is, this is America where community-supported racism is eating away at every community across the country.

“I received a couple emails yesterday from customers upset that we should be victims of the unrest when we actually try to do more than most to make a difference. And it’s right there on google if you type in Penzeys Hennepin to make sure you are spelling Hennepin correctly and then click the News tab. The first story up is “A list of the buildings damaged, looted in Minneapolis and St. Paul.” But then if you scroll a touch, the fourth story down actually is “Penzeys Spices takes a strong stand against racism and Trump” from November 22, 2016. If only protesters googled.

“But as much some days I vehemently oppose racism, every day I benefit from the privilege white skin gifts me. If sweeping up some glass and replacing a couple windows is a piece of everybody realizing the costs of racism-fueled police violence towards minorities is no longer affordable, then so be it. And yes, here is where I point out one more time, voting for a presidential candidate whose own party labeled a “textbook” racist well before the election is indeed a racist act. And no, the fact that 63 million Americans did this does not make it any less racist. If this was you, make amends and move on. It’s not that hard.

“But as much as the Republican Party of late has given up on subtle racism and gone all in, the lack of awareness for just how deeply racism and privilege are intertwined runs the entire length of America’s political spectrum. Can anyone say college loan forgiveness? It’s like someone looked at the idea of reparations for slavery and said yes let’s do that, but let’s find a way that all the money goes to white people instead. And I’m not saying the idea is without merit, but seriously, how can you float it without in the very same breath acknowledging all those who our country’s racism blocked from accessing that opportunity? We all need to do better. A lot better.

“But enough complaining, and how about a positive idea instead. After an email from us a couple years back in support of Black Lives Matter in Saint Louis, I ended up in an exchange of emails with a retired police officer from the area. At first he was taking the, if you support them then you hate us approach. I started out with, this denial of racism in our communities and on the force really isn’t doing you any favors. The best cops are always the ones with their finger on the pulse and who live and breathe the street. Saying racism isn’t a thing can’t help but raise questions of corruption and at the very least looks clueless which isn’t a good look for a detective.

“Ultimately I pitched the idea of doing a full 180 and becoming the true heroes in America’s fight against racism. It’s not really that far of a stretch. Imagine the voice-over of the recruitment ad: “We live on the front lines where America’s racism meets reality and we are looking for help. Everybody talks about fighting racism, but we’re the ones actually doing it. Want to help? Do what it takes to earn yourself a badge and come join us. It won’t be easy, but you will be in the very place where making a difference matters most.”

“In the end he wasn’t quite ready to embrace my pitch, but we did part on much better terms than we began. And of course mine is an experience of white privilege, but the vast majority of those on the force I’ve interacted with over the years have been good eggs. Still the willingness to tolerate bad eggs is at the heart of so many of these problems. It’s got to end. Smartphones are everywhere and that’s a very good thing.

“And Justice Seasoning. A big part of “Penzeys Spices takes a strong stand against racism and Trump” lives in this blend and it really is a good one. After our Wednesday email, our first to most of our customers in seven weeks, I received many thousands of emails in return and a lot of them held questions that the best response to was, just buy the Justice Seasoning it’s probably our best blend and it has no salt as well because it just doesn’t need it. Plus, as you can see from the poster below with the text from the label, it really does start: With Justice —Peace. Until Justice once again lives in the White House, the Senate, and most importantly in the Supreme Court there can be no peace. 11.3.20 Vote Justice.

“And if you don’t mind waiting 2-2 1/2 weeks for delivery shop now at penzeys.com. Yes, the huge surge in online orders brought on by the coronavirus has us a bit behind, but with our new system we are gaining every day. And the sweet thing about having a couple of weeks worth of orders in the house is that for scheduling grinding, blending and packaging we don’t have to guess what we will need two weeks from now, we already know. Ordering now helps, and all orders ship in the order received and aren’t charged until shipped.

“If you live close to one of our stores you can save a whole bunch of time by placing an order for touchless pickup through your local store. Just click here to get started. It only takes a couple days at most.

“And if you own a store somewhere can I give you some advice? In the late ’70s the MPD (Milwaukee Police Department) had the Beare brothers, both detectives, both really good Cooks, and both customers of my parents’ store at a time when our neighborhood was becoming a little bit more out of control. At one point one of them took me aside and explained how it was my job to keep our windows from being broken.

“The good news was, that as much as we all like to think there is some intention behind broken windows, the truth is the vast majority of the time how it happens is pretty simple and without much in the way of premeditation at all. It boiled down to this. If you see a nice rock about the size of your hand or slightly smaller, as a human you will most naturally pick it up. Once in hand you will look for something to do with it, and if you see anything that could be a target, such as a store window, you will let loose with the rock. Therefore dispose of hand-sized rocks 2-300 feet from your store and keep any target-like posters out of your window.

“If you are from the Milwaukee area and have a tip for us possibly finding a Beare brother recipe please send it our way at editor@penzeys.com. Thanks!

“Thanks for reading, thanks for your support, and most importantly of all thanks for caring enough to cook. You really do heal the world,


Bill
bill@penzeys.com

Another Used-to-Be: Cycling

Eight years ago today I rode my Trice from here in North Liberty to Millstream Brewery in the Amana Colonies, a trek of about 19 miles each way. Though it was not a long ride as they go, it was an accomplishment just because I wanted to do it for a while.

Two things I remember; the stretch of roadwork on Hwy 6 where new asphalt was being laid – I had to navigate the one-lane road that remained open along with the rest of the highway traffic, and Millstream Brewery.

Millstream resurrected brewing in the Amanas in 1985 after about 100 years without a brewery. I had a blast at their sample bar trying various brews, taking them out to the patio to quench my thirst. Unfortunately I was by myself and am not in the picture with my ride. I was happy to have made the trek home without incident after having a few. I rather enjoyed it. It’s not something I would normally do.

Which leads me to the title of this post. I was a cyclist for over 20 years. Starting out in the Mason City area on a “normal” road bike, I switched to a recumbent 2-wheeler and rode all over North Central Iowa. I’d break it down, put it in the back of my Honda Element, go to state parks, or just ride the county roads around the area. I even rode the loop around Crater Lake in Oregon on a solo road trip I took in 2006.

I later sold that bike and bought a Trice 3-wheel recumbent; the one in the picture at Millstream. I so enjoyed that ride. No balance problems, smooth gear ratios. But it became a problem as I aged and moved to the river hills area around Iowa City. It became too much and I actually completely quit riding and sold my rig about four years ago.

So today my Facebook feed posted the Millstream picture (at the top of this post) to remind me of the event I posted back then. It worked. Here I am reminiscing about times past and won’t be again. Riding was good times. Walking is my good times now.

Whatever it is you enjoy, go do it. You never know how long you’ll be able to enjoy your special, personal, good time.

Kent State

50 years ago today armed Army National Guard members opened fire on students at Kent State University in Ohio. Thousands of student protesters were gathered to protest the Viet Nam war and the recent invasion of Cambodia ordered by the Nixon administration. Four students were killed and another nine injured during the 13 seconds of shooting.

This New York Times opinion piece offers reasonable perspective and context for both sides of the incident. Regardless, Kent State was a turning point in the politics of the Viet Nam war, the anti-war movement, and the general mistrust of our national and state governments by the youth of the day. Like too many other incidents during the 60’s and early 70’s, many of my generation remember where they were when they heard about “The Kent State Massacre.”

Contemplating its effect on me then and now, I find myself predicting that when this happens again, it won’t be the National Guard or any national military group who opens fire on unarmed protesters. It will be white nationalist and supremacist counter-protesters, bolstered by some of our political leaders, who will take care of the dirty work for them – and with even less provocation.

“Ohio” Song by Neil Young Stephen Stills tells the story that when Neil heard about the shootings, he went off into the woods and returned about an hour later with the song. They immediately gathered to record it for an immediate single release.

CNN “In Photos The Kent State massacre.”

THE MAY 4 SHOOTINGS AT KENT STATE UNIVERSITY: THE SEARCH FOR HISTORICAL ACCURACYfrom Kent State University.

Papa Bear

Scott Weiss was my friend! I don’t know how many real friends he had, but I didn’t have many growing up – not true friends anyway. I was reminded of Scott while watching TV recently. Here’s how my mind works (Of course, these thoughts surfaced and unfolded in just moments):

Pam and I were watching a fixer upper type program where the design/construction team renovated a house for a couple moving to town. The wife had to look at the properties and choose one with her husband looking at videos from afar. They selected the house without him ever seeing it in person.

This is important because we watched about 50 minutes while the house was renovated before “meeting” the husband. When he showed up for the reveal, he was using what appeared to be a home-made, wooden walking stick, not a cane, to support his walking. I couldn’t tell what medical condition afflicted him. He may have had a stroke.

The walking stick reminded me of the walking stick I’ve had since high school. I made it from a branch collected from a birch tree while walking in Walnut Woods near Des Moines. I broke off the branch at the suggestion of Scott Weiss (Papa Bear) who suggested it would make a good one. I took it home, stripped it, stained it, and coated it with urethane. I still have it. I even used it on a day hike in Glacier National Park in 2002. The center pic below was taken with a 35mm film camera, before I converted to digital.
The lake is Grinnell Lake. Check the link to get a different perspective on where we were. Zoom in to see the path we were on.

That got me thinking of Scott. He died from Pancreatic Cancer in 2010. His passing hit me hard. I knew him as Papa Bear though his obituary just calls him “Bear.” Scott and I spent much time together during our high school years. He was 2 years older and went to a different high school, but we were connected through synagogue and youth group. We were both deep searchers and experimented with various religious doctrines, philosophies, and drugs. I remember reading Be Here Now, my first try with lousy Iowa ditch weed, and staying up nights expanding our minds and contemplating the Universe. We mixed Boone’s Farm Strawberry Wine with McDonald’s Strawberry Shakes, mostly to hide the wine. I could go on with many stories of our escapades. Learn a bit more on this on my Songs page where Papa Bear – Ode to Scott Weiss lyrics are posted.

Our lives crossed at various times after marriage and while rearing our children. Just thinking about this brings back fond and fun memories.

Later in life, after he moved to Louisiana, we got together periodically when he came back to Iowa. Unfortunately, it was typically for someone else’s funeral like his Dad’s, or for our mutual friend, Bill “Grouch” Ohringer. We never lost our connection and enjoyed our time together. Scott’s Mom died while I was away on other adventures so I wasn’t around to mourn her passing with him.

So it was not too difficult to write a song in Scott’s honor. But it did take a while and though I have music for the lyrics, the song is challenging for me to play on the guitar and I have not practiced it much nor recorded it. I do have plans to include it on my next album, whenever that happens. Meanwhile, I am posting the lyrics on my Songs page. In my mind It is still a work in progress, but I want to post it while I’m remembering Papa Bear. I still feel his absence whenever I do. Hopefully, you will appreciate its sentiment.

This Day in History

I’ve been experiencing some disappointment with further developing this blog. Now that it’s up and running, I have a bit of writer’s block trying to figure out what to post next. Though I’ve invited only a few people, those who have signed up to receive posts (thank you!) remain even fewer.

Additionally, I’ve been trying to figure out how to connect This Day in History as an RSS feed, a link that automatically updates from another site. I’ve researched and think I figured out which widget I need on my site. But the History Channel site isn’t intuitive and I haven’t figured it out yet.

But I want to get my readers familiar with this connection that I’ve been enjoying. I first looked it up on April 3rd, Liz’s 40th Birthday. Since that time I’ve been receiving daily updates giving me the highlights for the day. For instance, today is the anniversary of the Great San Francisco Earth Quake of 1906. I’ve been watching a documentary about it.

So…

I hope you enjoy This Day in History as much as I am. You should be able to sign up to get daily email with the highlights. I’ll let you know when I get the RSS feed figured out.