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Since 1984, my light commentary, Marginal Considerations, has been a feature of Weekend Radio. Moving into the 21st century (yeah, I know - a decade late and more than a dollar short), it may be time to explore the format known as "the blog." (Still on the radio, BTW.) I am the author of A Natural History of Socks, illustrated by the late Eric May, You May Already Be a Winner (and other marginal considerations) and The Nonexistence of Rutabagas, plus maybe 1K features, essays, book and arts reviews in newspapers and magazines nearly everywhere, except perhaps Kansas. I live on Lake Erie one city to the west of Cleveland with too many musical instruments, several large plants and no cats. My front door is purple. I collect dust, take up space and burn fossil fuel. I kayak, knit, hike, sing, canoe, write choral music and play hammered dulcimer, but not all at the same time. I read too much and don't write enough, but what's new?

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Double-barreled budget balancing

This spring I’ve spent more time on our state’s roadways than is usual for me. It seems I have driven here, there, everywhere. Several times. In the rain. Other than wearing out a set of windshield wiper blades, my journeys have been uneventful. As I traveled I noted that the distinctive features of Ohio motoring remain as in past years: pot holes, of course, and slow-downs due to lane closures, marked by long lines of orange barrels.
Sometimes there are signs announcing ‘Road Work Ahead’ but often not. And when there are such signs, it’s likely to be false advertising. Again and again, I encountered lane closures with long, long lines of orange barrels but no road work (or road workers) to be seen.
This puzzled me. Why would all these orange barrels be arranged single file on our highways if not to mark construction zones? I pondered, but remained clueless. Then, driving back from Kent one afternoon, it hit me: these barrel queues are evidence of not one but two of Governor Kasich’s brilliant budget balancing measures!
It’s elegantly simple. Put all the orange barrels out on the roads, and you can sell off whatever facilities normally house the barrels when they’re not in use. (Cha-ching!)
Too, given the sheer number of orange barrels out there, it’s hard to believe that the impoverished State of Ohio actually owns them all. I’ll bet we clever Buckeyes are picking up a little extra revenue by providing orange barrel accommodations for someplace that has actually repaired its roads and is done with them for the year: Ontario, maybe (cha-ching, again!).
Those lane closures with their miles of orderly orange barrels? Those aren’t construction zones - they’re storage areas. Way to go, John!








1 comment:

  1. I once tried on an orange outfit in a dressing room, and my children said I looked like a traffic cone. Better a cone than a barrel, I guess.

    I no longer take them with me when I shop for clothes.

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