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Help, Heeeelp! The Amphipods Are Here…

December 4th, 2013 - 3:49 pm

Nothing much happens in Chevy Chase, Maryland, where we have lived for nearly thirty years.  Nothing except rising taxes and falling services, that is (e.g., they used to collect the garbage twice a week, now only once).  But there are plenty of schemes, including one for a light rail line from here to New Carrollton, where there’s an Amtrak station.  That scheme is now at risk because, as currently designed, it might threaten the habitat of the very rare, indeed unique, Hay’s Spring amphipod, a small fresh-water shrimp that lives in the streams that feed Rock Creek, which appropriately runs through Rock Creek Park, which is just a block away from Villa Ledeen.

Those little shrimp are protected by the Feds.  They only exist here, down the block, and of course they’re endangered, so the grand scheme to let us take a little train to New Carrollton and then a big train to Baltimore, Wilmington, Philly, Newark, or New York will now pause while they try to make sure the construction doesn’t create dirty water that might threaten the amphipods.

You might think this is just a routine event, of the sort that happens every day somewhere in This Great Land.  But I take it personally.  First, because train, highway and subway schemes have been delayed most everywhere I lived in the last forty-fifty years, and second because fresh-water shrimp played a tragicomic role in one of my African sorties, and left, let us say, a lasting impression.

Have you ever seen Fellini’s Roma?  It’s a stream-of-consciousness film about the city, and one of my favorite scenes has to do with the construction of the subway system.  In the sixties, seventies and eighties, the project was forever interrupted because you couldn’t dig very far without encountering priceless ancient ruins, and the ministries in charge of protecting the old treasures from modern depredation stepped in, and examined the new finds.  Each examination took years, of course, and one of the common one-liners in those years was that while the system was supposed to be ready for the Jubilee (a Catholic festival every fifty years), nobody stipulated which Jubilee.  Fellini takes us down the subway shaft and into his fantasy of an ancient world…well, you really have to see it to appreciate how much fun it is.

In 1973, I spent several days each month in Israel, coaching the Israeli national bridge team.  The bridge players mostly lived in and around Tel Aviv, so that’s where I was hoteled, but whenever I could, I went to Jerusalem to see what was going on.  And one of those things was digging.  Digging to build new roads, digging to explore areas of the Old City and environs, digging digging digging…and it was just like Rome.  With predictable frequency, the diggers found ancient ruins, and the ministers stopped work to explore.  So, as in Rome, you ended up walking a lot, and the archeologists became integral parts of the public works programs.

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Sorry about the near death episode due to shrimp. Quite frightening given your description. Hopefully your experience can lead to someone else being saved from it. I have zero experience with food allergies. Thanks for teaching me something about them.
That said, your column inspired this thought: why cannot this county allow citizens to petition for a particular endangered species to be moved to some safe zones where they would be carefully allowed to flourish, and where they would hopefully be exported to other places they might flourish as well. That gets them out of critical construction sites where they are forever vulnerable. There are plenty of places where America could set up endangered species refuges. I would love to visit one, while abiding by restrictions designed to protect the refuge’s charges.
41 weeks ago
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Um, in reference to this: , "In 1973, I spent several days each month in Israel, coaching the Israeli national bridge team."

... um, that's a joke, right? Really? You FLEW to another country to "coach" card players? And that would be in the midst of the Yom Kippur war (presumably)?

If this is even faintly true, I request further details, pleaseeeeese! :)
46 weeks ago
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Michael, how then is it so hard for Chevy Chase to learn from Windsor, Ontario when it comes to how responsibilities within the realm of local government are handled.

I refer to this:
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"This [Hays Spring] amphipod measures 10 millimeters (0.39 in) in length. Because it lives underground, it is white in color and eyeless." --Wikipedia

Michael - the amphipods at Red Lobster are bigger and you don't have to dig through the mud for them.
47 weeks ago
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As Bullwinkle would say: "Gee big, I dig"! or "Mussolini's nightmare"!
47 weeks ago
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The Purple Line is just another in a long line of bloated, Statist boondoggles. Hey - they've all been disasters thus far, maybe this one will be different. The shrimp is your best friend. Give it a hug if you see one.
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I wanted to believe you were spending more time in Italy, because I wish I could.
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