The term, “grounded” can mean many things:
FIRST: for a teenager, it means you can’t leave the house until you’ve done penance for something you did wrong!
SECOND: for a pilot, it would mean you can’t fly until you’ve been medically or otherwise cleared by your commanding officer or some doctor.
THIRD: an electrician would speak of an outlet or tool being “grounded”…and that’s a good thing as I understand it.
FOURTH: someone is said to be “well grounded” if they’ve got a broad education, if their roots seem to deep enough that they’re “stable” and sensible.
Today’s picture is of an old wagon wheel, or what is left of it, that is embedded (grounded) in the dirt in the middle of Bodie, the ghost town I posted about the other day. This puppy is REALLY grounded. I wonder how long it has been this way, and how it got to be stuck in the ground like this. I would suspect, however, that it will be there until it either totally surrenders the struggle to the elements some winter, or until some wayward kid accidentally bumps in to it and breaks it off. Until then, it is an intriguing sight, one that I enjoyed immensely.
ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY: in 1882, after more than 15 years of robbing banks, the notorious outlaw, Jesse James, was shot in the back by one of his own gang, Robert Ford.
TRIVIA FOR TODAY: in the 17th century, the French decided that adding frogs and snails to their menus was a good idea. So much for that idea…