Archive for October, 2009

Apologies to Shakespeare for dragging him into this.

Tuesday, October 6th, 2009

In 1594, Uncle Willie penned the following lines:

‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet…

So why do I invoke the Bard? As you may know, my home airfield is Birmingham-Shuttlesworth International Airport. What you may not know is, planes like the one pictured below (about to take off on runway 6 at BHM) cannot actually take passengers directly from Birmingham-Shuttlesworth International to other countries. (The only exception being that bastion of third-world goodness, New Jersey.)


I know, Southwest isn’t going anywhere overseas any time soon. I meant passenger planes in general. That’s right, Birmingham-Shuttlesworth International doesn’t have a single international passenger flight. There’s ONE cargo flight a week that I think goes to Cananda- which isn’t a real country anyway. By this little technicality, Birmingham-Shuttlesworth can call itself international. It’s been cause for some locals to intentionally drop ‘International’ from the name.

Well, Cupcake, that may be changing.

This week, airport managers unveiled plans to add a new concourse, do other renovations, and add a Customs office. Yes, my home airport may actually be able to earn its name. It won’t happen soon. If the city council approves the plan, work would begin in 2011. It would be complete in 2014. But hey- Rome wasn’t built in a day. Oh, and don’t expect flights there any time soon.

Rules of Birmingham Driving (#3)

Sunday, October 4th, 2009

If you turn on your hazard flashers, parking laws do not apply to your car.

I am fully convinced I am to blame.

Sunday, October 4th, 2009

Last post, I mentioned how my city had bungled things by shutting down the pink lighting on Vulcan before breast cancer awareness month arrived. I think the city leaders must read this blog. (At least in my little fantasy world, it was reading my post that made them change their ways.) When I got home Friday night, I was delighted to see Vulcan was awash in a lovely pink glow.


It also gave me a chance to go stalk those strangers up on Warwick again!

Ladies, your breasts are on their own for the night.

Thursday, October 1st, 2009

I mentioned a couple of posts ago that my city is lighting up things like city hall and some street lights in pink to mark breast cancer awareness month. Tonight, there was an event on top of Red Mountain, to light up our 56 foot tall cast iron statue of Vulcan. The switch was thrown at 7.00pm, bathing his cast iron-ness in a lovely pink light. Knowing that on the nights when Vulcan is lit up, he tends to be lit all night long, I expected to see a pink pagan when I returned home from work at 11.00pm. Imagine my disappointment when I saw this:


Had Vulcan been lit all night, he would have actually gone pink for the arrival of breast cancer awareness month at midnight. It seems my city’s support for saving the ta-tas is only valid for a limited time- and not at the right time- at least, as long as cast iron pagan gods are involved.

Oh, and I confess, the picture isn’t exactly what I saw when I got home. I drove up the mountain and hung out like a stalker in front of a big, ostentatious home on Warwick to get that shot.