I’ve sublimated a lot of frustration about our Culver City Dog Park into these blogs, cartoons and potato chips. I think I’ve been patient. I’ve found alternative places to take Opie. We’ve dealt with the issue of his boredom by letting him terrorize the squirrels, crows and whatever other creatures live in our back yard. He’s had a liberal amount of time in the back yard. I am trying as much as I can to break up his boredom. We’ve waited with baited breath for the cleanup crew funded by the offending oil company to complete their work. The giant crane, portable buildings and general mess made by this work is just a necessary evil, right?
Yesterday, we were notified that the cleanup crew has found ANOTHER well. This one was capped back in the 1920’s. It’s not leaking, but they decided since they’re already here… What the hell? … Let’s fix this one too. I can’t really argue with that logic.
I guess my frustration lies with the fact that dog park lies on top these oil wells, and that most of my quiet enjoyment of my environment is marred by the oil industry in some fashion.
I’ll bet you guys in the Midwest and East Coast didn’t know that you can drive down a street in Beverly Hills and see the top of an oil pump working behind a high landscaped fence. Our family lives at the base of a hill — the back side and uppermost section of the crest is owned by PXP Oil Company. They have several active pumps and our neighborhood association is in a constant battle with them. We tend to object to mysterious noxious odors wafting into our bedrooms at 3 AM! Driving North or South on Pacific Coast Highway you can see lines off shore oil platforms. Just South of L.A., several major companies have refineries. Drive down the I-10 and you’ll see them. When you fly into Los Angeles the lights on their smoke stacks compete with the lights of the city.
Bottom line — we live in an oil town. Cars and Gasoline are King here. In the 60’s we dismantled a perfectly good mass transit system. We had the largest mass transit trolley system in the country, over 150 miles of track. Residents did not need a car to get anywhere. In our infinite wisdom, we then built the biggest and busiest freeways in the world. Gee whiz! How did that happen? Add two plus two and you get the biggest nastiest backdoor double dealing in history between big oil and the big four auto makers and their cronies. It’s a story Michael Moore would love to have broken to the world!
What is my rant about? I don’t know — it’s a rant, a tantrum! A cry of frustration against the industry that robs my family and my dog of the simplest pleasures!
I can’t see the sunset on the beach without carefully looking between Oil drilling platforms.
I can’t be certain that the hillside is not going to explode due to Methane gas.
I can’t be certain that the bank I’m in or the store I am in is not going to blow up for the same reason.
I can’t hear the crickets because of the semis driving on the freeway 2 miles from my house make that rumbling whine as they pass
I can’t take my dog to the dog park because they are capping oil wells underneath it.
The madness must stop! Look at your life and you’ll find there’s a dirty oil thumbprint on it.
Take your pick — Global warming, Middle Eastern Oil grubbing, BP Oil Spill disasters, Illness, Explosions !
Or maybe some BLANKITY- BLANK -BLANK Oil company has dirty leaky oil wells under your local dog park.
This just burns me up
Article about 1985 Methane Gas Explosion in Los Angeles , includes images of L.A. Times Headlines http://www.stanford.edu/~meehan/la/fairfax.htm
- Methane gas closes Culver City dog park (latimesblogs.latimes.com)