- Jackson, Wyo., gets Jack White
- THE BUZZ: Spreading the love one T-shirt, toothbrush at a time
- PROPS & DISSES
- MUSIC BOX: Upcoming mega music fest is labor of love
- GET OUT: No refuge for nine-minute milers
- Jackson’s wellness underdogs unleashed
- FEED ME! Friendly ghost of restaurant past returns
- WELL THAT HAPPENED: Escaping Neverland
- Photo contest garners stirring moments
- MUSIC BOX: Get weird with Peelander-Z
Props and Disses 1.23.13
Hoot for joy, lucky owl PROP
I will never tire of hearing stories like this one.
Every time I read about wanton destruction of wildlife by some a-hole poacher I get angry. My blood boils when I hear the bark of a dog left out in the backyard all night in -20 degree weather. I wish I could save every starving horse with its ribs showing on some derelict Star Valley farm, or administer a much-needed beat down to every meth-head piece of garbage that abuses pigs at a rendering plant.
My heart breaks when I see a moose massacred by a careless motorist and its calf hangs around the spot of the accident for days hoping to reunite with its mother.
These painful memories are washed away, lifted on high with every release back to the wild of a winged thing at the Raptor Center. An immature female Great Gray Owl is scheduled to take flight today at 5:30 p.m. at the Old Wilson Schoolhouse.
Watchful residents of John Dodge noticed “One Lucky Owl” walking and hunting on the ground for days. They never saw the bird in the air. Something was wrong.
On December 22, the owl was captured and brought to the Teton Raptor Center for rehabilitative care. A radiograph showed a spiral fracture to her left ulna. She was healing naturally but it would take time. On her own, she would never have made it.
After a month at the center, the one-year-old Gray is ready to go. I bet I won’t be the only one there with a catch in my throat as the bird lifts off and beats its wings for cover of dark.
Let’s be Frank DISS
Nothing against Don Frank, but the council blew it when they replaced Melissa Turley with him. Granted, without Mark Obringer and Greg Miles, the panel was dangerously short on people who could ask developers those detailed questions like: “How will the side of your mammoth structure ‘engage’ the street front?” and “Are you planning on using No. 1 grade yellow pine two-by-fours there or No. 2 grade?”
But this is why you have a planning commission. Tapping Frank merely for the construction background is bad juju. If Frank wanted the job, why didn’t he run for election? Emy diGrappa, Kelly Egan, and Phil Cameron deserved exclusive consideration for their time and money commitment. The desire of voters was circumvented here, period.
The law of supply and supply DISS
Wyoming is getting more and more like California. Cheyenne is a zoo every other year with the long session – 380 bills (to date) crammed into 40 days of lawmaking. Why so many bills? Simple, we have fallen into the same over-legislating trap that has busy-body, nanny states like California firmly in its grip.
After a certain point, every law that can be written has been written and passed. Something new under the sun occasionally pops up, like regulating the bath salts drug line or ——. But at this point, we’ve already passed so many laws in the state of Wyoming, we’re busy repealing them.
We used to be able to carry concealed firearms back in the day. Then we couldn’t. Now we can again. We used to be able to pick up hitchhikers. Then stupid people picked up hitchhikers with axes – or at least lawmakers feared the general populace would without government supervision – and then we couldn’t. Now, Leland Christensen is trying to flip that law again.
Too many state legislators are dragging their pet peeves to the table at the state capital just to make a name for themselves. If one guy has a beef in Platte County then by-God the rest of the state oughtta adopt a law to make his life easier.
The silencer bill was rightly shot down in the House only to be resurrected in the Senate just so a few rednecks in Niobrara County can plink chiselers all day, without going deaf.
The Zwonitzer brothers should be shown the door immediately for proposing unnecessary time-wasting legislation. Don and Dave have brought no less than 13 bills including one that would make the jackalope an official state mythical creature, one that would legalize the ownership and consumption of road kill as long as you were the one that crashed into it, and another that would require health insurers to cover phenylketonuria.
Lemme splain something to you, Z-bros: The state’s biggest problem concerning health insurance is figuring out how to comply with the federally-mandated PPACA. And I’m pretty sure the only way to contract phenylketonuria is by eating tainted jackalope meat off your bumper.
Rep. Dave Zwonitzer is actually Rep. Dan Zwonitzer’s father. They are not brothers. They are father and son.
State Representative Keith Gingery
Thanks, Keith. Sorry Z-team.
Actually they are father brothers.
If you had kids with Phenylketonuria then you wouldn’t think it was “time-wasting legislation”. I have identical twin girls who were born last July and without special foods and formula they would end up severely mentally retarded. That would end up costing YOU as a tax-payer MORE than if their treatment were covered by insurance. Would you prefer insurance cover the 6K a year per patient for the foods or would you rather foot the bill for the 60K a year it costs for inpatient care for a mentally retarded adult? “And I’m pretty sure the only way to contract phenylketonuria is by eating tainted jackalope meat off your bumper.” Obviously, this was meant to be a joke. PKU is inherited from two defective genes given by each parent. 1 in 250 Caucasians carry the defect. Anyone could have a child with it. Please don’t be ignorant.
father, brother, sister, cousins … in some wyoming counties it hardly matters.
Props to everyone at the Teton Raptor Center. Like you, Jake, I get great joy from watching the results of their rescues. They are one of the groups that make this community special.