Rhode Island
How Trump Sweeps Rhode Island and Southern Mass.
Photograph by Nathaniel St. Clair
The recent Supreme Court rulings were pretty shocking. It just goes to show how far “Originalism” goes in defending political parties where subscription to decency, sanity, and the existence of reality itself are optional membership requirements.
Sammy “Ding-Dong” Bell and his “People’s Republic of Providence” Pwogwessive Demoquacks have never impressed me, but that prejudice goes back to the days when my father worked on College Hill dealing with Brown University Bolsheviks. The spectacle of Aaron Regunberg trying to get Biden to “Pass the Torch” is a glory to behold, as grandiose as Cecil B DeMille’s TEN COMMANDMENTS and as ridiculous as PT Barnum. We can only hope that they will knock off the juvenile theatrics before it backfires in ways that the College Comintern has not contemplated thoroughly.
My ultimate fear is a massive protest vote against Biden or replacement Democrat promoted not by Sammy Ding-Dong but by Ken Block. As soon as they get the Orange Oaf to say “Washington Bridge” at a RI GOP campaign stop, you have a serious opportunity for the East Bay to vote for Trump purely in the name of federal intervention for a new bridge.
And since the president of the Teamsters has made the idiotic decision to speak at both conventions, that means that Trump could promise the entire Building and Trades a federal job program to replace the Washington Bridge.
Just imagine it, Trump running to left of Biden on Southern New England infrastructure. Hell, throw in the “school building renovations” bit (even though he will conveniently leave out the part where renovation funds are contingent upon privatization of the school building, aka charter school expansion promoted with direct federal funding). The RI Building and Trades, not to mention contractors and firms that compose the private element of our glorious public sector construction industry, would be rabidly foaming at the mouth in a manner reminiscent of Cujo.
Let’s be clear, Ken Block is a very conservative opportunist who seems like he cut a dirty back-room deal with the RI GOP and Mike Stenhouse’s Center for Economic Freedom and Prosperity (and whatever else Koch-financed Nazi bullshit comes into Sten’s goblin brain). Block has played the intermediary role mandated by the Citizens United decision. Legally, the scenario laid out in that inglorious SCOTUS ruling requires a non-party member who is not running for office to operate in the manner akin to a 501-c-3 or 501-c-4 organization, dedicated solely to public education without endorsement or coordination with a political party, in order for the non-party member to take boat-loads of dark money from the Koch brothers and other Super PACs (of Nazi werewolves).
(Does anyone honestly believe anyone with a personality and face like Ken Block is actually capable of self-financing this media blitz around the Washington Bridge he has been operating since last year?)
The fact Block has all the charisma of a Bazooka Joe comic and a scowl matching a chewed piece of that pink goo doesn’t change the fact that the Ocean State construction unions have been infamous in the last decade for endorsing any project, no matter how fiscally regressive or harmful to surrounding communities, as soon as they were given the job number projections.
So Block is basically the warm-up act for Trump and his candidates, who are all straight out of Mordor and rolling with Project 2025 platinum. Nobody imagines that a Chaffee is going to make a stand against the state GOP. (The liberal element of the GOP officially resigned last fall when former Warwick Mayor Scott Avedesian’s drunk ass rear ended a woman transporting an infant in the vehicle.) The RI Democratic Party, meanwhile, shambles around this fall like Baby Huey. Gov. McKee absolutely bungled the RfP for the Washington Bridge reconstruction. (For those just tuning in, the Washington Bridge was a central artery for commuters on our highway system, servicing thousands of drivers per hour, that has to be completely demolished and replaced owing to jaw-dropping incompetence and lack of proper oversight during its extremely recent construction because of that gorgeous nexus between the unions and the utterly corrupt private sector construction industry, the only reliable permanent public sector employer for those lacking a high school diploma). That project is going to be a gargantuan mess because of environmental remediation mandates and the delays are going to drag this out longer than the I-Way project, which spanned nearly a decade.
Secretary of Transportation Buttigieg is a holy disciple of McKinsey & Company, a neoliberal mega-consulting and policy firm that specializes in helping foreign governments privatize public assets, with a Greatest Hits album that included the magnificent post-Saddam administration of Baghdad following the US invasion (for those who forget, which admittedly means 99% of my fellow countrymen, the privatization of the Iraqi state and infrastructure meant thousands upon thousands of public sector workers were instantly fired by the largest employer in the country, causing a massive civil war that inadvertently created Daesh, aka the “Islamic” State). Washington is not coming to save the day via the Transportation Department, instead people are going to be sitting in Washington Bridge traffic for at least two more Christmas seasons.
That isn’t an arbitrary calendar marker laced with my own stunning wit, instead it’s the highest-grossing season for retailers in a state economy whose non-union jobs primarily exist in the sales, services, food, and education sectors. The detrimental impact of the Washington Bridge during the Holiday Season 2024 is still difficult to gauge. But considering how many retailers are still trying to extra themselves from the COVID recession, it is not impossible to imagine a large chorus of small business owners, properly arranged like a grade school chorus on stage at a Christmas pageant by the Chamber of Commerce, singing the solemn song of how the Washington Bridge was the kiss of death for their “mom and pop” shop.
So there’s the construction industry and the nonunion service industries.
Then there’s the religious vote. Don’t doubt how hard the Catholic Diocese and the various Evangelical/Pentecostal churches will bang on the reproductive rights, gender, and sexuality drum. The Pwogwessive Demoquacks claimed the state-level legalization of abortion under Governor Raimon as a victory with a certain justification…but the reality is that liberals truly overestimate the security of their victories and their security, case-and-point that loopy belief within the third party movement that Roe v Wade was a permanent ruling that could never be overturned. It’s just a matter of time before RI outlaws abortion rights.
Like would be the case if Mike Stenhouse’s goblins finally get away with their long-standing scheme to force a State Constitutional Convention. The Center for Freedom and Prosperity has been pushing that mad scheme for years and it would be simply a matter of the GOP swaying the right municipalities toward Trump, a two-sided sword linking a federal infrastructure package with false promises to revise the state Constitution in order to promote fiscal transparency in a State General Fund that is notorious black hole of taxpayer money. “The Trump administration is demanding that the General Fund is made more accountable and transparent via State Constitutional mandate before we can initiate a fede reconstruction plan for the Wash Bridge.” Oh golly gee, how many State Pensioners can sing you a song about those accountability and transparency?
Which of course leads to the absolute possibility that Regunberg might inadvertently cause, a fabulous bungle that would stand forever in the dictionary as the picture example of “blow-back.” Look, Aaron and his ilk are all Berniecrats and the purpose of this stunt absolutely has to include a Draft Bernie campaign, at least in the wildest fantasies of the organizers.
Meanwhile on Planet Earth, it’s all but confirmed by the local and national media that one serious contender for replacing Biden is Secretary of Commerce Gina Raimondo.
Does anyone imagine Raimondo winning Rhode Island in a contest against Donald Trump? My sources indicated years ago that it basically was a massive relief for the RI Dems to be able to unload Gina onto the Biden administration and wash their hands of her after a solid decade of little more than gaslighting and political blackmailing by the most bothersome of Clintonite wunderkinds hatched by the hedge fund industry. Raimondo was elected to Treasury and proceeded to force the General Assembly to invest the pension into hedge funds owned by her campaign financiers, with refusal to comply being valid reason to refer all former State Treasurers and half the Democratic Party to the Attorney General’s office for colossal fiduciary irresponsibility and corruption in a period perhaps spanning back to the Jurassic period. Sure, let’s run her against Trump!
And by the way, I did the survey with Wikipedia in 2012, no one has won the Presidency while losing their home state in more than a century. It’s as reliable a predictor as any other.
Frankly I see things in terms that focus on reducing Trump vote totals as opposed to reducing third party vote totals. The Green Party is a mess. There are a few socialists running for office but it’s possible to say that their vote tally, distributed across the state voting district map, makes it easy to say confidently that the neo-Communist Party of Socialism and Liberation will not, in fact, be the reason either Providence or Coventry swing to Trump. I might be wrong, especially because they have been very visible in the Palestine solidarity movement, but the true foil for this and any other political forecaster is the very tangible and understandable decision to simply stay home rather than going to the polls. How many Muslim voters just going to stay home in November? It could significantly affect the outcome in Michigan but not in Rhode Island.
The real task, therefore, is to get labor solidified with political education so that they are certainly inoculated against whatever phony promises Trump will throw at the crowd from the campaign stage. We all know Darth Cheeto literally will say ANYTHING, he is a like a carnival barker version of Scrooge McDuck after downing a pint of tequila while watching Leni Riefenstahl’s favorite clips.
It’s not saying “Vote for Biden,” it’s “Don’t Believe Trump’s Lies about Construction Jobs.”
Bigly difference.
Rhode Island
Gather Round at These Unique, Seemingly Unrelated Rhody Businesses – Rhode Island Monthly
Ice cream class attendees look next door at the glassblowing studio. Courtesy of Gather
It all started with a glassblowing studio. Benny Giguere had just moved from Vermont to Providence when he and high school friend, Matt Stone, decided to turn their passions into a brick-and-mortar endeavor. Giguere had been a glassblower for twelve years and felt Rhode Island was the perfect place to bring his talents.
That was around 2010. Now, in addition to a Providence glassblowing studio, Gather has two other businesses under its belt: an adjoining ice cream shop and a farm in Johnston. The goal for all three? To bring people together.
“One of the reasons we named it Gather was because the goal is to bring in more of the public and offer experiences,” Giguere says. “Gathering is the first thing you need to do in order to make something. We couldn’t do any of this without gathering.”
Fire and Ice
Benny Giguere uses his breath to expand glass during a live demonstration. Photo courtesy of Gather
Located at the tail end of Atwells Avenue, Gather Glass and Gather Cafe & Ice Cream Bar offer an experience called Fire and Ice, where participants make their own glass (the fire) and then craft a batch of ice cream (the ice). I set out to try the experience that blends the two businesses, starting with glassblowing.
The glassblowing space is split into two parts, a retail side and a studio side. We step into the studio and Giguere shows me the color options for my soon-to-be wine glass. Brightly colored glass pieces rep Rhode Island-friendly names like RIDOT, bright orange with white glass, and Blizzard of ’78, blue with white glass. I choose one called Grinch (a bright green).
Giguere takes me through the motions of the glassblowing process. Once prepped, I put on my safety goggles to do it for real. Giguere stays by me the whole time, mirroring what I need to do next while jumping in when I need assistance. With his laid-back but assertive cadence, he is obviously the man in charge.
“Once you choose a career like glassblowing, you either work for somebody else’s dream or you forge your own path,” he says.
Giguere helps a student shape their glass. Photo courtesy of Gather
Since opening, Gather Glass has partnered with multiple local businesses. WaterFire was one of the first to work with Gather and that relationship still stands today, with Gather Glass glassblowing at almost every WaterFire lighting. Other local partners include Bellini and the Industrious Spirit Company. The shop also works with the Rhode Island Community Food Bank and donates to Crossroads Rhode Island.
“While the goal is to bring people in our doors, we also go out of our doors to help better things in the community,” Giguere says.
My glass needs to stay overnight to properly harden and cool, but not before Giguere helps me with the finishing touches.
In its first year, Gather Glass welcomed around 350 people to its studio. In 2025, that number climbed to more than 9,000.
Ice Cream Madness
After finishing my wine glass, I switch gears and walk next door to the ice cream making class. The ice cream shop shares a glass wall with the studio so customers can watch the classes while enjoying their ice cream. A fully stocked bar with local brews and spirits from local distilleries offers visitors a stronger alternative to milkshakes.
I make my way over to the ice cream making station, complete with a scale, a stovetop and other ice cream making tools. Leading our class is Andrea LaFazia, a chef who helped open Troop.
Liquid nitrogen floats out of an ice cream churn as attendees look on in awe. Photo courtesy of Gather
The ice cream shop was born in large part due to the Johnston farm, which had an apiary and lots of lavender growing. They used the ingredients in a honey lavender ice cream, which they sold on the farm and at events. After positive feedback, they used the farm’s basil in a lemon basil ice cream, and an idea was born.
“The thing that makes Gather special is everything we do is an experience that we can share,” LaFazia says. “So, we decided that it wasn’t enough to just make our own ice cream — we had to teach people how to make ice cream.”
Gather began renovating the space next to the glassblowing studio two years ago and opened the ice cream shop last July. The shop is open for ice cream making classes and premade ice cream purchases.
After hearing the shop’s backstory, it’s time to decide our flavor base. Options include vanilla, chocolate and coffee made from New Harvest coffee beans.
I decide on my flavor: chocolate-strawberry. After mixing some cracked eggs, milk and other ingredients on the stovetop, the base goes inside a freezer to harden while we decide on our mix-ins. Some, like marshmallows and peanut brittle, are made in-house. I go for the cookie dough globs and waffle cone bits.
Andrea LaFazia adds the showstopping liquid nitrogen to her ice cream creations. Photo courtesy of Gather
LaFazia starts churning the ice cream using liquid nitrogen.
“When we dump the liquid nitrogen into the cream, the air pockets shut down,” she says. “This makes it so you don’t have that crunch and thinness you get with other ice cream.”
The liquid nitrogen’s foggy contents waft out of the churner as I add my mix-ins, watching them fold into the ice cream’s base. LaFazia gives me two scoops of my creation to sample and puts the rest into the freezer to harden. It’s some of the best ice cream I’ve ever tried, and the view of glassblowing next door provides entertainment while I scarf it down.
“Sometimes people get confused about how a glass studio, an ice cream shop and a farm are all tied together,” LaFazia says. “But we’re really just trying to create an environment where people can get together, have a great time and not be scared.”
Go for the Goats
A fifteen-minute drive from Atwells Avenue brings me to my final stop, Gather Farm in Johnston. The farm uses a community supported agriculture model, where consumers purchase shares of the farm’s harvest. Once a week during the season, the farm brings produce to the ice cream shop for CSA members to pick up.
All the produce is grown using organic and regenerative practices. CSA members have access to weekly yoga sessions in the summer and fall and pick-your-own opportunities during peak season. Spring sees produce like lettuce, carrots and rosemary harvested while summer is for cucumbers, sweet corn and blueberries.
The farm also offers various classes and works closely with the African Alliance of Rhode Island, which runs the six-acre Bami Farm in Johnston.
Gather Farm goats Salty and Fawn seemingly pose for a photo in the goat greenhouse. Photo courtesy of Gather
Aidan Simmons, the farm’s goat caretaker, waves at me as I park. She’s a twelfth-generation dairy farmer and second-generation goat farmer. In 2024, after learning her family could not continue operating Simmons Farm in Middletown, Simmons found a new home at Gather. Since then, she’s worked to perfect the farm’s goat hikes and goat cuddling sessions.
She leads me through the greenhouse, which doubles as the property’s event space. Here, Simmons and Gather farmer Elisabeth Stone tell me about their efforts to make the goat hikes more accessible for all.
“It’s important we make the hikes doable for all people,” says Simmons. “The hiking trail is mostly flat, so even if you aren’t completely mobile you can participate.”
We finally reach the stars of the afternoon: the goats. Twenty-three goats waddle by as I step into their space, with Simmons greeting each one by name.
A few goats congregate toward the front corner of the goat greenhouse, and I walk over. Behind the blocked off area, three pairs of bright eyes stare up at me, each pair belonging to a floppy-eared baby goat. Their names are Jude, Willow and Ivy. Each is small enough to pick up and carry around. Simmons hands me Willow as we settle in for goat cuddles.
The cuddles are a new offering at the farm. During each session, guests can sit and snuggle with the goats for thirty-five minutes.
While I’m holding Willow, Simmons tells me more about the farm. Weekends are for the farm’s goat hikes, one-hour strolls through the property where attendees learn about goat history and fun facts from Simmons. The hike gives the goats time to forage around the property, which helps with the enrichment they require. Simmons also has plans to start offering goat yoga.
Simmons’ world revolves around the goat’s happiness. During our cold snap in January, Simmons brought the babies inside to the guest room of her home, which is on the Gather Farm property only a few feet from the goat greenhouse.
Aidan Simmons leads hikers and her goats through the hiking trails on the Gather Farm property. Photo courtesy of Gather
“Some of them have never met their mom, but I’m their mom,” she says. “I kind of had to stop everything I had going on in my life to take care of them, but it’s worth it.”
I put down Willow, who’s been gnawing at my hair for the past few minutes. I stand up next to Simmons and ask what her dream is for the farm.
“The dream is to have a fully functioning farm,” she says. “I really want to prove that you don’t have to be the worst person in the world to be a dairy farmer.”
I give each of the baby goats one last squeeze before I head back to grab my things. I tell Simmons she has a pretty great thing going and she laughs, nodding.
“While I gave them goats, they gave me and my goats a home and hope when I didn’t know what was coming next,” she says. “This place really is like a family. All of the people I get to work with, they’re everything to me. I just feel like the luckiest person every day.”
I say my final goodbyes and walk to my car. My drive home is filled with thoughts of Gather and the people who make it all happen. From the heat of the glassblowing studio to the chill of the ice cream class and the warmth of the goat cuddles, Gather makes people feel like they belong. And in these chaotic times, couldn’t we all use a little sense of togetherness?
Gather Glass, 521 Atwells Ave., Providence, gatherglass.com; Gather Cafe & Ice Cream Bar, 519 Atwells Ave., Providence, gathercafe.com; Gather Farm, 380 Greenville Ave., Johnston, gatherfarm.com.
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Learning Experiences
Interested in more hands-on experiences that blend education and fun? Check out these three spots below.
Thames Glass
Located in the City by the Sea, Thames Glass offers various make-your-own classes. Guests can make ornaments, paperweights and vases, among other items, with the help of a professional glassblower. 688 Thames St., Newport, 846-0576, thamesglass.com
The 1661 Animal Farm
Part of the 1661 Block Island Resort, this farm houses goats and pigs and more exotic animals like kangaroos and camels. Visitors can purchase vegetables to feed the animals at a farm store on the property. 1 Spring St.,
New Shoreham, 466-2421, blockislandresorts.com
CHOP
The Culinary Hub of Providence offers sit-down dining and engaging culinary classes. Through educational workshops, visitors can learn skills from CHOP’s culinary professionals and expert guest chefs. CHOP’s open kitchen also allows diners to peek into their meals’ creation process while the Chef Demo Bar offers quick kitchen demos and tastings. 211 Washington St., Providence, 429-2450, culinaryhubpvd.com
As if the aftermath of her explosion at the Studio 54 party wasn’t enough to deal with, Liz also now has to figure out what to do with the six bunches of bananas that Gary accidentally ordered when he meant to order six individual bananas. But until they’re ripe enough to make banana bread, she’ll focus on the other issue. “I came across as a bitter, drunken, witch,” she tells Dolores — three words that I have to imagine also appear on the show’s casting notice.
Meanwhile, Ashley takes some of the other women to her favorite beach, and Alicia, who is used to her country club, is terrified. “This is not my vibe, I’m freaking out,” she whispers as she’s forced to carry her chair, bag, and snacks. The snacks in question are something called “pizza chips,” which appears to just be bread with sauce on it? Alicia, being the brain behind Pizza Mamma, tries to break down the science to us, saying that cheese can’t sit out in the sun, but she need not explain. She had me at pizza chips.
She also had me when she revealed that Rulla apparently met Brian while he was married to Alicia’s high school Spanish teacher. “I don’t know if this is true, Brian cheated on his first wife, my Spanish teacher,” she says with her hands over her heart, “with Rulla. I hope that’s not true because I really did like my Spanish teacher.” Yet again, I’m obsessed with how deep the ties between these women go. A game of six degrees of separation hates to see them coming. I also love Alicia starting a declarative sentence with, “I don’t know if this is true,” but she should say it in Spanish next time.
And speaking of those deep ties, we already know that there was some connection between Jo-Ellen’s sister and Jo-Ellen’s husband while they were in high school, before Jo-Ellen swooped in. But now we’re finally getting to meet Jen, who is basically subbing for Jo-Ellen at the house while she’s on a work trip. “She perpetuates this fun little game of flirting with my husband,” Jo-Ellen explains, but assures us that nothing is going on. That being said, Jen does joke that they’re like an old married couple and Jo-Ellen tells us that Jen wants his sperm to have a baby…but apart from that I guess everything is totally normal! I’m putting together a list of side characters who should be in the running to hold clams in future seasons, and so far Jen and Alicia’s Spanish teacher are leading the pack.
But when it comes to side characters, the real stars are of course Alicia’s aunts, who are thankfully back on our screens for a backyard barbecue with some of the ladies. And what better group to speak frankly to Rulla about her situation with Brian? The second Rulla alludes to bumps in the road, this beautiful coven of scorned divorcées pounce, encouraging Rulla to leave him. “Do you want to spend the rest of your life looking over your shoulder?” one of them asks her, and later in her confessional Rulla even admits that those words stayed with her. I feel like we’re seeing something real with Rulla and she’s finally letting the glossy veneer slip. But the best commentary comes from Alicia’s mother, who says, “I just hope and pray that you somehow hurt him…I’m gonna pray you get him back.” Forget the usual Bravo aftershows, I want a show that’s just all of Alicia’s aunts watching and commentating on each week’s episode. The ratings will be higher than the MASH finale.
As for Liz and Kelsey’s simmering conflict, the pair finally meet up to clear the air by the water where Liz’s boat is docked. I’ve seen similar meetings play out just like this on The Sopranos, so I had to keep reminding myself that Kelsey was safe because surely Bravo would never broadcast a woman being murdered. Then again, this would be the show to break that glass ceiling. As it turns out, I had no reason to fear because the sit-down goes incredibly smoothly. Liz explains that it felt like Kelsey was co-signing the rumors by bringing them up, and Kelsey says her instinct for Liz to keep her distance from Dino actually had more to do with her own history. She explains that ten years ago she and Dino hooked up but it didn’t go well, and now his presence is a reminder of a time in her life that she’s trying to forget. She even says she has PTSD over it and now avoids him like the plague, but respects that Liz has a meaningful friendship with him. I still have a lot of questions about this, but ultimately Liz and Kelsey clear the air and reconcile.
And thank god, because then they’re able to go rail biking in peace. All of the women split up into groups to cycle their way three miles down an old railroad track, with drinks in hand of course. “Rullala, how you doing back there?” Alicia asks as they ride, which made me scream out in delight upon once again getting to hear my new favorite word: “Rullala.” It’s my mantra. I say it no fewer than 50 times a day. It’s a greeting, it’s a prayer, it’s a way of life. Better yet, when the camera cuts to Rulla, she finally wins me over. Mid-cycle she’s shaking a cocktail shaker and pouring her tequila into a wine glass. Leave Brian and his bullshit at home, this is the woman that I want to see on my screen.
I’m even more enamored with her once they get to their location and she’s horrified to discover Alicia’s financial situation. She’s telling the ladies about not feeling valued given that her husband won’t put her name on the house or business, and Rulla, being a financial planner, springs into action. Seeing this smart, powerful side of her, especially as she’s trying to empower Alicia, is a great look and is far more compelling than watching her meekly defend her cheating husband. It gives a glimpse at what an independent Rulla might look like on this show in a couple of seasons.
But she’s not the only one supporting Alicia — Kelsey steps up to play Billy in a role-play so Alicia can practice airing her grievances. Sidebar: everyone talks about these women looking alike, but the real problem is that all of their partners have such similar names. Alicia’s is Billy, Kelsey’s boyfriend’s is Bill, Rulla’s is Brian, Jo-Ellen’s is Gary, Liz’s is Gerry, Ashley’s is Jared, and thankfully Rosie’s is just Rich. But oh my god, how am I supposed to keep that all straight? Anyway, the little role-play Alicia does ends up being heartbreaking, as she gets emotional saying that he makes her feel worthless in their relationship. But the fact that we’re talking about this so much feels promising, and I hope we get to see Alicia ultimately bring all of these feelings to Billy. And if he doesn’t listen, I hope her aunts attack him.
The conversation then turns to how Liz has been gelling with newbie Ashley, and they joke about how Ashley is a little scared of her. When the Studio 54 party comes up, Liz says that that wasn’t her finest moment and wasn’t a good representation of what she’s really like. “Alicia, you said she’s always like that,” Rosie says, throwing Alicia right under the bus. “Don’t flip that shit, don’t do that to me, don’t put shit in my mouth,” Alicia fires back, as Dolores looks on like a proud mother. “She twisted my words, you’re a fucking troll,” Alicia yells, saying that Rosie fucked her. It’s a line-o-rama of iconic outbursts, one after another: “Welcome to Rhode Island, bitch, this is how we roll,” then, “Fucking thirsty bitch, so thirsty its scary,” and finally, “I need to get out of here cause I’m gonna end up killing her.” Our first death threat!
But the craziest part of this comes when Alicia and Rosie step away from the group for a moment. It’s allegedly to sidebar, but I was convinced it was so Alicia could murder her with fewer witnesses. Alicia tells her that if she apologizes everything will be good, Rosie apologies, and then things are good. “Did she just hug her?” someone asks from the circle, shocked. The series has had a lot of incredible moments thus far, but this one is what is most promising about its longevity as a Housewives show. The secret sauce of these shows is resilience — the ability to be as angry at someone as humanly possible, and move on like nothing happened so they can do it all over again. Long, drawn-out grudges make for bad television (as RHOBH proves), so this cast’s ability to reconcile and move on will be the thing that makes it great.
New East Bay Bike Path bridges are open and ready for bikes
What’s it like to ride over the new East Bay Bike Path bridges? We sent a reporter to try them out.
I’ve long thought bike paths are among Rhode Island’s premier attractions, up there with the beaches, the mansions and the bay.
We like to knock government, but credit where it’s due, the state has done an amazing job building out an incredible pedaling network.
It’s clearly a priority.
At least I thought it was.
But they’ve just dropped the ball on what should have been a beautiful new stretch.
The plan was to finish a mile-long connector from the East Providence end of the Henderson Bridge all the way to the East Bay Bike Path.
There was even $25 million set aside to get it done.
Except WPRI recently reported that it’s now been canceled.
The main fault lies with the Trump administration, which is no friend of bike paths, and moved to kill that $25 million.
But it gets complicated, as government funding always does.
To try to rescue that money, the state DOT reportedly worked with the administration to refunnel it into a road project. Specifically, the $25 million will now be spent helping upgrade the mile-long highway between the Henderson Bridge and North Broadway in East Providence, turning it into a more pleasant boulevard.
That totally sounds worthy.
But it’s insane to throw away the bike path plan.
Especially for a particular reason in this case.
They’d already put a ton of money into starting it.
When state planners designed the new Henderson Bridge between the East Side and East Providence, they included a bike path.
It’s a beauty – well protected from traffic by a barrier, a great asset for safely riding over the Seekonk River.
The plan was to continue it another mile or so along East Providence’s Waterfront Drive, ultimately connecting with the East Bay Bike Path, which runs all the way to Bristol. Which, by the way, is one of the nicest bike paths you’ll find anywhere.
But alas, that connector plan has been canceled.
So the expensive stretch over the Henderson Bridge to East Providence is now a bike path to nowhere. Once the bridge ends, the path on it continues a few hundred yards or so and then, just … ends.
Too bad.
We were so close.
Most of the stories on the issue have been about the complex negotiation to rescue the $25 million by rerouting it to that nearby highway-to-boulevard project. But I don’t want to get lost in the weeds of that bureaucratic process here because it loses sight of the heart of this story.
Which is that an amazing new addition to one of the nation’s best state bike path systems has just been scrapped.
You can knock the Rhode Island government for blowing a lot of things.
The PawSox.
The Washington Bridge.
But they’ve done great with bike paths.
And especially, linking many of them together.
Example: not too many years ago, Providence bikers had to risk dicey traffic on the East Side to get to the more pleasant paths in India Point Park and on the 195 bridge to the East Bay Path.
But the state fixed that by adding an amazing connector that starts behind the Salvation Army building and beautifully winds along the water of the Seekonk River for a mile or so.
That makes a huge difference – and no doubt has avoided some bike-car accidents.
We were close to a comparable stretch on the other side of the river – that’s what the $25 million would have done.
But it’s now apparently dead.
Online commenters aren’t happy about it.
On a Reddit string, “Toadscoper” accused the state of being “complicit” with the feds in rerouting the money from bikes to cars.
And there was this fascinating post from FineLobster 5322, who apparently is a disappointed planner who worked on the project: “Mind you money has already been spent on phase one so rejecting it at this point is wasting money and also against the public interest … but what do I know? I only worked on the project as an engineer … I didn’t get into this to build more highways. I do it … to give back to communities and give them more access to their environment.”
Wow. One can imagine the state planning team is devastated. That’s not a small consideration. Good people go into government to make life better in Rhode Island, and it’s a bad play to take the spirit out of the job by first assigning a great human-scale project and then, after a ton of work, trashing it.
A poster named Homosapiens simply said, “We just accept this?”
Hopefully not.
The first stretch of the path over the Henderson Bridge is done, money already sunk.
What a shame to leave that as a path to nowhere.
It doesn’t have to happen.
Between Governor McKee and our Washington delegation, there’s got to be a way to get this done.
There’s got to be.
mpatinki@providencejournal.com
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