I ran across a new conservation/environmental organization on Facebook for Decatur.  It’s called Sustainable Decatur.  The first publi meeting will be held Wednesday, May 19th at the Decatur Public Library at 6pm.  For more information visit:  http://www.teskaassociates.com/sustainabledecatur/

Another link with more details: http://www.teskaassociates.com/sustainabledecatur/documents/resources/compplan/1-3.pdf

I’ve always had an interest in ancient history and civilizations.  I’ve often wondered how the universe came to be out of a “Big Bang” if nothing before the bang existed.  That makes no sense.   A new interesting theory suggests that our universe may be inside a black hole which is part of another universe.  That may explain how our universe came to be but what about the very first universe, if we are to entertain the thought of such a theory?  It’s mind-boggling to think of such things and it’s a good reminder for us all to  realize that we don’t know a whole lot about space, the universe or how exactly we got here.  Of course, the bigger question remains:  why are we are?  That question has perplexed man from day one.

Erich Von Daniken’s “Chariots of the Gods” is a dated book but it does bring up interesting questions.  Von Daniken’s most famous theory is that “ancient astronauts” visited earth many thousands of years ago.   Von Daniken believes that these technologically superior visitors from another planet shared their expertise with ancient human civilizations.  To this day, modern man still hasn’t quite figured out how the Great Pyramids were built, though we’re supposedly technologically superior.  Both the Egyptians and the Mayan cultures had an outstanding understanding of the stars, their movements, and made precise calculations based upon that knowledge. Their precise calculations equals or exceeds that of modern computers.

I’m not sold on the Von Daniken theory because I believe ancient humans, if they possessed the same brain power as we do today, could have created technologically advanced societies.  The mythological, or maybe not so mythological, civilization of Atlantis intrigues me.  No one knows for sure if Atlantis truly existed but I find such an ancient civilization plausible.  Just pick up a newspaper or turn on your 24 hour news station and nearly every day another earthquake or natural disaster has taken place somewhere on earth.  Only about 10,000 years ago, the very spot on which I’m sitting was under several thousand feet of ice during our most recent ice age.  Thousands of years from now another ice age will occur again, right here in Central Illinois.  Civilizations could easily be swept away without much of a trace, especially after many thousands of years on an ever-changing planet.

Of course I could be totally off my rocker – it wouldn’t be the first time but all these things interest me.  I’ll be beginning my anthropology studies in a few weeks, so I’ll probably have more tinfoil hat articles to come but maybe with better answers, or at  least, better questions!

I always get a little choked up when I see the Budweiser Clydesdales trot around the field at Busch Stadium on opening day.  That song, those majestic horses and the dalmatian sitting proudly and obediently besides the driver, (why doesn’t my dalmatian behave that way?), gets me every time.  I know it’s marketing genius but I can’t help myself.

I don’t know that I remember the first time I went to the old Busch Stadium to watch a Cardinal game but I do have quite a few memories going to St. Louis with my family.  The drive was long and boring.  It still is but upon catching the first glimpse of the Gateway Arch on the hazy horizon over the swampy landfills, my brothers and I would always perk up in excitement.  My Dad would grip the steering wheel tighter in the ever increasing traffic.  My Mom acted as navigator and lookout.  You needed more than one pair of eyes driving through that traffic.  We were hicks, no doubt.  St. Louis was the “Big City”.  We might as well had been riding in on a bale of hay.

Crossing the Mighty Mississippi was a little nerve wracking at times.  I remember going to a double-header against the Cubs and the traffic was horrendous.  It was backed up for miles and our car was stuck on the bridge crossing the river.  We could have swore the bridge was moving, swaying back and forth and then we realized it was moving and swaying back and forth! My Dad wanted to fetch the life jackets from the trunk of the car.  They were still there from a fishing trip.  Now I know where I get my nervous tendencies from.  We were all green by the time we reached the other side and grateful to be on firm ground – that is until the New Madrid fault flattens St. Louis.

We’d always get to the game at least 5-6 hours early to beat the traffic and accommodate for my Dad’s bad sense of direction.  We actually get lost inside the parking garages.  After one game, we drove around in circles inside the garage trying to find the down ramp.  My brothers would yell at him, “There it is!”  And we’d go back around again.  “There it is!”  And we’d go back around again.  I hated those parking garages.  I still hate them.  There’s nothing like feeling like the lunch meat of a concrete sandwich.

We’d walk down to the Arch and stand at the base.  The sun reflecting off of the stainless steel hurt my eyes but I looked anyway.  We only went up once.  The elevators are similar in size to the inside of a large commercial dryer.  I don’t remember the trip up taking long but I remember the view from up top and most especially the door on the floor.  We wondered what it was for.  My Dad and I looked at it and stepped far from it.  We should have packed parachutes in the trunk of the car too.  We didn’t stay up there very long.

And then we’d eat on the McDonald’s river boat.  My parents hated McDonald’s food and this was the only time as a kid I ever ate it.  I didn’t care what the food tasted like.  It was just cool to be on a river boat with logs the size of small homes floating by.  Again my Dad would turn green and exit as quickly as possible.

But as green as my Dad would become, it paled in comparison to the first glimpses of the AstroTurf inside the stadium.   I’d catch small glimpses of it while walking up the never ending ramps to our nose bleed seats.  The smell of beer, hot dogs and maybe I don’t want to know what else, filled my senses.  I wondered why big cities smelled so funny.  Coming from Decatur, you would think I would have been use to funny smelling cities. We’d finally reach our section, usually the very upper deck and feel relieved to finally sit down and take it all in.

My oldest brother always kept a score card.  I didn’t know what the chicken scratches he marked on it meant but I could tell it was serious business.  I’d always watch the first couple innings but then my eyes would begin to wander.  The people in the crowd always became the far more interesting and intriguing entertainment of the night.  There was always some family who would eat themselves to oblivion.  There were always plenty of drinkers.  How on earth some people can hold so much liquid in their bladders, I’ll never know.  There were the lovebirds who made everyone feel uncomfortable.  Really, get a room knuckleheads.  There were the fans three times wider than their seats.  The smokers who gagged everyone around them.  The yelling fools.  And then of course, my attention would go back to the game when a loud cheer went  up.

Whenever something good happened everyone stood up and a I couldn’t see a thing.  I just knew from the cheers the Cardinals must have done something right.  And it always seemed my favorite player, Willie McGee would deliver the winning hit when I was there.  His jersey number should be retired!

Growing up I didn’t see baseball played on television very often, if at all.  We listened to it on the radio so it was something special to see a game played before our eyes – even if the trip was exhausting and overwhelming to the senses.

The ride home was a good way to decompress.  The night air coming through the windows blew away the funny smells.  We’d get home around midnight but I could never fall asleep. I just lie awake thinking about the events of day.  It was all good!

Well, I’ll be taking my kids to Busch Stadium, the newer and much improved version, in early May this year.  I bet they’ll get the same kick as I did.  The tall buildings, the smells, the claustrophobic parking garages, the crowd noises, and a little bit of baseball!  No Willie McGee but maybe Pujols will deliver.

I went through the Decatur Lakefront site last week and couldn’t find the links to the drawings but they’re on their Facebook page:

http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/photos.php?id=385801071561

I still need to send in my thoughts.  Last week was kind of hectic.  Today I’m pooped.  Tonight I’ll get on the laptop and send my suggestions.  The Adventure concept is looking pretty good to me with some added in concepts from some of the other drawings.

Construction on a new bike path linking Fairview Park to Greendell Park, which is just north of 121 (Pershing Road) is about to begin.  The construction was set to begin last year but due to funding issues and high bids the project was put on hold.  It’s a go now.  I’m very much looking forward to the path’s completion.  It will be just west of the Ravina/Home Park area – my neck of the woods.

I took my bike out for a spin last night and this morning and I’m definitely going to have to work up to riding all the way to Fairview Park and back.  I don’t think I’d try it now without an ambulance riding behind me.  My thighs were like jelly after my short ride this morning.  I thought walking three miles a day on the treadmill would have me better prepared – nope!  Entirely different muscle groups are involved.  I already have a new bicycle seat ( or saddle if you’re into bicycle jargon) on its way.  I’ve had my bicycle for 20 years and the seat it came with has no padding and no springs.  Why?  I have no idea.  That’s like having a sofa stuffed with crushed brick.  Needless to say, that seat is a torture device and it has to go. Should have gotten rid of it a long time ago.

Click here for an article with more details about the bike path.