From Ward 1 Alderman and Friends of the Parkville Parks commitee, ladies and gentlemen, Diane Driver:
With the flood of 2011 behind us, the recovery of English Landing Park is well underway. Grass is growing, shelter houses are painted and available, grills are ready for your hot dogs. Trails are ready and Ball Field One is in use.
Since the re-opening, English Landing Park has been the host to the MicroBrewfest and two 5k runs.
Here is a sampling of what went on to get us to this point:
Silt left the park looking like the surface of the moon. According to Tom Barnard, Park Department Superintendent, approximately 10,000 cubic yards of silt had to be relocated. (That was over 700 truckloads!)
Dead trees were removed and 120 trees were planted. These were not little trees, but rather generously sized trees, most of which were donated.
Approximately 14,000 pounds of grass seed was planted and fertilized.
The restrooms were renovated and have a fresh coat of paint.
The shelter houses have been cleaned and painted and new barbeque grills included.
A new climbing wall was installed in the playground area, fresh paint on the other toys, and 80,000 pounds of rubber mulch was laid down.
The Disaster Relief Job Program has supplied a workforce of 20 workers to help for several more months. There are more workers being added, as well.
The future will see the building of the Maxine McKeon stage, sand volleyball courts, and other amenities. Some of these projects are awaiting final approval from FEMA and SEMA.
Drainage improvements are slated to commence with the permit approval by the Corps of Engineers and the EPA has volunteered to consult with park officials regarding plantings for the swales.
The A-Truss bridge will be repainted this summer. According to Kirk Rome, Public WorksDirector, the bids for the bridge project will go out soon.
Additional Disaster Relief workers are coming on board to start working on the west side of Main Street within the park area.
English Landing Park has long been a valuable asset to this community and is returning to its old self. A riverfront vista with the Northland’s favorite walking trail and park is back! Grab the gang and a picnic lunch and enjoy!
Nowadays, the James Bond movie franchise resembles little the Bond of the '60s...the ones based on the Ian Fleming novels that were touted by President Kennedy in an Esquire magazine interview.
Can you imagine the reviews "Goldfinger" would receive today? Bond figures out the entire scheme while sipping Mint Juleps outside of Baltimore. (Right there that's a continuance problem since Baltimore is the home of The Preakness and their drink that nobody drinks is the "Black Eyed Susan".) The major conflict between hero and villain occurs over the brand of golf balls they're playing and a guy who throws a fedora at statues to make a point. Sure, it had Pussy Galore but those were the '60s, maaan. Today, even if you casted Khloe Cardashian in the role of Lois Lane, Superman would still get panned. Even if you casted Johnny Depp as Tonto...er...wait...never mind.
But then, for no apparent reason at all, Sean Connery teamed up with a studio and shot a counterfeit Bond movie in the early '80s entitled "Never Say Never Again". Connery, as most reading this (according to Google you are more than likely over 36, have a college education, own a home and have an ip address), was the original actor portraying Bond on the silver screen. Most (according to most) consider him to be the best of all the subsequent actors to portray him in what has become the longest serial in movie history.
The movie kinda sucked in that Connery seemed a bit conflicted at the time. He was in that awkward age range where he was still kind of clinging to the hope he'd be seen as virile enough to be a Bond but wizened enough to portray a Bond that was past his prime BUT still able to score a smoking hot 20-something Kim Bassinger.
But, to be fair and balanced, as so many news organizations are wont to do, he also rode a rocket-cycle, had a Trav-L-Bar stocked with Russian vodka, fois fras and caviar, and a Molt Blanc that could kill you while he pretended to write a letter. He also played a high stakes video game that shocked the loser's hand and paid out $50k for a win.
Connery's Bond ultimately won the game out (natch) but he gave up the purse for just one flamenco dance with Bassinger's alarmingly alarming "Domino" character. Her boyfriend agrees to the terms and later attempts to sell her at a hastily arranged slave auction that was steeped in tradition.
History is soooo boring. Let's see if Downton Abbey is on instead.
Anyway, the movie -- discounting the fact that I apparently remember every last detail of it -- failed for several reasons.
First, there was the whole "how can you top your first act?" thing. It's not like you can just throw on some makeup and a toupee and compete with your legacy.
Ok...maybe that's not the best example.
Secondly, how can you have a Bond movie without the 007 theme song? Because this was a renegade film that was made due to some Hollywood back-lot shenanigans that typically end up with a dead horse in your bed or films like "Never Say Never Again" or, even more tragically, an "Earnest" movie.
And seriously, I don't even want to know what sort of sickening things Jim Varney subjected himself to in order to get the funding for those movies. It's one thing to suffer for your art form but another thing to make everyone else suffer because you suffered and handed in a finger painting at the end of the day. I mean, come on...there are limits.