By Alexander M. Troup
Dallas, Texas is truly the beginning of an outback country; it is where South and the West come together. The city of Dallas was a dream location once, from the1950s to 1980s; now it’s out of date. Gone are the days when it was a good photo stock image, a place where some sort of wealth was suppose to make you better than the guy next door. A location I had moved to and from over the past 40 years, only to arrive back and call home.
Dallas is strange place, located on a grid that was laid out by John Neely Bryan in 1842. The winds that come and go blow with a warmth of good feeling or bad omens; there are really no forests or Mountains, valleys or great hills. Even back when Dallas was founded, these landmarks didn’t exist. Today’s landmarks are huge sky scrapers and new valleys for roads which hold thousands of cars. The residential communities are caught up in a large frying pan of concrete and neon lighting. A cowboy is not really the boots and hats figure as he once was, but has evolved into another image: all suited up as sort of football space worker, with an oxygen tank in this kind of heat.
The sun became blistered with sunspots around late June of 2022; that’s when the heat wave began. Sun spot cycles were realized around 1610 by an Astronomer in London by the name of Thomas Harriot. He began to study the phase in which the sun would send out rays, during that era, with his thin glass lens telescope. Around 1843, another astronomer made good observations to say the motion of the sun, every so many years, has such effects which would add to earths warming. This summer the heat was not tapering off here in Dallas and in the rest of Texas as it had in previous sun spot drought years. For 67 days in the summer of 2022, the masses were held prisoners by a tremendous heat wave. The intensity of heat from 105 to 109 degrees, kept many in suspense as too when rain would arrive.
I am a retiring historian who, most summers, would dig up old bottles from the 19th century. The task is amazing. The rain has been my friend in years past, as it washed away the dirt and dust when a site was exposed. I had to cancel any expectations of digging up old bottles this summer because 2022 had something else in mind. Unfortunately, due to the heat, I decided it was best sit it out.
Last March I moved to an old two story home built in 1912, on Live Oak Street. One night this summer my AC unit went out and the temperature in my room rose to around 100 degrees. I have two cats, which I call “kats”, Blackie and Frankie who were hiding under the bed. Their cat box began to smell very pungent. The smell began effecting the building; things got worse when the breaker box in the back went out.
Two days later a letter came in the mail from the landlord saying I needed to pay a fine for $1000 as a pet deposit fee and get a better solution that will absorb the kat waste and urine smell, which I did; the right kind of clump for their litter box was found. This house on Live Oak Street was difficult since the size of the room was smaller than the last place we lived. I gave Blackie and Frankie fresh water each day and a can of tuna at night. Having to find more dream like places in the small room for them, I made spaces with boxes and drawers, so they could hold up in and sleep, or jump and claw. As the 67 days of intense heat was cooking the location, they did adapt quite well. The kats lost some weight but managed to avoid that end of the day flaming heat as the sun set in the west, facing the building, with its burning rays each evening. The problem of the stinky litter was solved, but the relentless heat continued. I would get up early, ride my bike to the store and get back by noon like a vampire. Later, I bought two fans and would wait until 7pm when the sun went down.
By August we had no rain and the pavement was hot for days several. People cooked eggs on their sidewalk. My kats would sleep all day and play at night, while I lay there hoping it would rain.
About late August the summer finally cools, and reports were in that Burning Man, in Nevada, was a very successful outdoor event despite the heat and dry winds. We were seeing rain in our area…finally!
Rain: lots of it, then flooding,…… both kats , Blackie and Frankie, were hiding under the bed waiting for the thunder to stop. I wasn’t sure what to do.
Around August 22, the Trinity river flooded after a massive rain, like it had in the1908 flood. Waters just touched the old Pecan tree, now a historical landmark. The tree that I helped save, has been there since the river was wild and free, before that legendary flood 114 years ago. A place where I wonder what is next, as the sun’s rays hit this location each year with much more intensity than it has in previous years. Like the Burning Man event out in the desert, we are here as some sort of statement about holding up and making the most of such hot weather.
The summers here are really getting out of hand. As there is no updated modern news on how we should adjust for this kind of futuristic transition, I am now back to what was realized in the beginning of my story: The sun has become a tyrant…
About the author: Alexander M. Troup is retired art and history researcher and preservationist on Texas History. Since 1992 he has worked as a researcher for self publishing authors, local newspapers and libraries . He may have read as many as 600,000-700,000 documents which he figured out one night, with 47 archive boxes, as some of that work. At 67, Mr. Troup feels like he is in his 50’s because of the adventures he has lived…I hope more stories are told by him, over time.
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