Easier solutions to water shortage
The city of Wichita is ignoring the simplest and most visible fix to the water crisis, at least as it pertains to outside water usage.
Pick Mondays and Tuesdays for residential water usage. Even-numbered homes get Mondays and odd-numbered ones get Tuesdays. Wednesdays and Thursdays are for businesses, where even and odd rules can apply as well. The first of the week is best, as most people work and would have to wait to water until after work instead of being tempted to water all day Saturday or Sunday in the heat of the day, when half of the water is lost to evaporation.
Those caught watering outside those days get a warning and the next time a $500 fine – double if their sprinklers are on when it’s raining (unless they can prove they were on vacation when the auto-watering system went on). Businesses such as nurseries and golf courses could water more often but their rates would go up, encouraging the most efficient use. Include a phone number so folks can call in infractions.
Never miss a local story.
Yes, that means ratting on your neighbor. But running out of water isn’t just an inconvenience, it’s life and death.
Clean up river
I’m outraged at the state of our river. I was downtown last week with my daughter, enjoying the beginnings of the Wichita River Festival. As I walked down by the river I felt a pain in my gut, as if I had been punched there. It hurt that badly.
I remember when I was younger, seeing all the people boating and enjoying the river. Now, all I see are dead fish and trash. It’s disgusting.
I’m always hearing how the city is renovating downtown to make it more attractive, but I don’t hear about the city cleaning up the river.
I feel very strongly that if something were done about the river’s appearance, it would give the community back its sense of pride about the river and the downtown that I so fondly remember from my childhood.
JENNIFER MAE MACKEY
The latest effort by Richard Gillespie’s International Group for Historic Aircraft Recovery (TIGHAR) to fund yet another multimillion-dollar expedition in search of the aircraft that Amelia Earhart was piloting when she and her navigator, Fred Noonan, disappeared on July 2, 1937, is just another exercise in futility (June 1 Eagle). Bluntly put, it’s a romantic’s rubbish.
The Gillespie group is the only one I’m aware of that is pursuing the Nikumaroro Island area of the South Pacific as the site where Earhart and Noonan ended up. No other Earhart researchers share this theory. And to date, none of the artifacts recovered from the island has been authentically linked to the 1937 event.
The fuzzy digital underwater “anomaly” recorded by sonar on TIGHAR’s last mission could be anything. I am certain it’s not the Lockheed Electra of 1937 lore. The flight path didn’t pass anywhere near Nikumaroro.
An official investigation into the disappearance of the world-renowned aviatrix was never instigated. For the past 75 years, one individual or group after another has researched, postulated and published their thoughts. However, a preponderance of circumstantial evidence has been brought to light that strongly supports other outcomes, including an official cover-up.
‘Click it’ ticket
I was accosted last week by Wichita police officers. As usual, I was wearing my seat belt. I have a chronic left rotator cuff injury, so I wear my shoulder belt under my left shoulder rather than over it, to avoid aggravation.
Emergency lights were flashing and traffic was cut to one lane on West Central, so I approached the slowdown cautiously and spotted the officer hiding behind a small tree with his radio in hand. As I passed him, I moved my shoulder belt to the front of my shoulder. Six or more officers directed me to the curb, and I was very rudely told that I was being ticketed for not wearing my seat belt. I said that my belt was secure but that it was behind my left shoulder. The officer snapped back, “I am not here to argue with you. Your belt was not on correctly.” He proceeded to ticket me.
“Click it or Ticket” must not be accurate.
I had a witness in my car who insisted that my belt was fastened, but this officer and his female accomplice were not interested in the truth. Do we not have better things for our officers to do than harass us with such nonsense?
This letter is about selfish people who refuse to buckle up. They don’t think it’s cool. But have they ever considered how many lives they would change if they died because they refused to buckle up?
Nearly everyone has family members who would be heartbroken. If they die before having children, the world may miss out on someone who would have found the cure for cancer. If they have children, their kids may take the wrong path in life without their guidance.
When you get into your vehicle, ask yourself: How many lives am I going to affect when I don’t come home?
Buckle up and let’s see where your life will take you.
IRAN E. WHEELER