Reflections

As the new year dawns and the old one drops away, newspapers, magazines, talk shows, and, yes, even blogs are expanding the list of "ten's." My local paper had the ten top news stories of the year nationally, statewide and locally, which is really 30 in all. Then there are the ten best people and the ten worst, the ten best TV shows, and the ten we would like to forget quickly. The ten best movies and the ten that went straight to DVD in the middle of the night. Look long enough at little league, high school, colleges and even the pros and there is an endless list of tens just below the surface. My dentist, and probably yours as well, could come up with his/her ten best and ten worst mouths of the year. The possibilities are without limit. It is akin to staring into a black hole. I started to write my top ten list of the major personal events of the year but they turned out to be depressing or fleeting or fell into the "who the hell cares?" category. Just let me say my wife is doing fairly well in her Assisted Living facility; I have our house on the market and hope to join her on the same campus (in an Active Lifestyle apartment) in 2008. Our children and grand children are all doing well. We appreciate the many cards and well wishes received from so many good and long time friends throughout the year. We wish one and all a Happy and Prosperous New Year.

By-pass Japan - save time!

If you are planning to visit Japan after November 20 be prepared for a long wait at the airport or seaport. The country will begin finger-printing and photographing all visitors from that date. This is somehow supposed to increase security in that country. Sounds to me like a real pain in the a**, especially if you have a visa you obtained from one of their embassies or consulates outside the country.

Champions, Again

Jonathan Papelbon jumped for joy after striking out the last batter in the last inning of the fourth and last game of the 2007 World Series. The Red Sox closer got the final five outs in the game played Sunday night in Denver and won by the Red Sox 4-3 for their second World Series championship in four years after waiting 86 years. The flag on the Green Monster honors the 2004 Championship team. Another flag is in order and will likely be unveiled soon.

Why Al Won't run

Al Gore is unlikely to run again (for the Presidency). His ideas are catching on, but people still don't want to pay for them.
"Besides Mr Gore, however, no plausible candidate of either party favours a carbon tax, the most efficient way to tackle emissions. (Chris Dodd, a Democrat, does, but he surely won't win.) Voters prefer solutions that are either cheap or that they think will be paid for by someone else. A poll for the New Scientist magazine in June tried to quantify this, with sobering results. Only half of Americans would favour rules to force power companies to emit less if that raised their monthly electricity bill from $85 (the average in 2005) to $155 (an estimate of the hike needed to lower American emissions by 5% by 2020). And only 37% could stomach a tax that raised petrol (gasoline) prices to $4 a gallon. That would be an unprecedented hardship for Americans but barely half what the stuff now costs in Britain.
"This is why Mr Gore talks more bluntly now than he ever did on the campaign trail, and why no serious presidential contender echoes him. You cannot win the White House by telling Americans that they must pay more to drive, or by telling Midwestern coalminers that their industry must clean up or die. But if candidates do not prepare America for the cost of tackling climate change, the next president will have no mandate to impose it. Now that's an inconvenient truth."
(The foregoing, excerpted from The Economist, October 20, 2007, pg. 48, sums up, in my opinion, why Al Gore won't run again.)

Sign says it all

Unbelievable

So help me Jesus, this is from The New York Times, Oct. 18, 2007: "The Portland (Maine) school board on Wednesday approved a measure allowing middle-school students to gain access to prescription birth control medications without notifying parents." About five of the school's 500 students reported themselves as being sexually active. What are we coming to?

South Carolina's Congressional Scrooges

One need not travel to Washington to learn how their congress person votes on critical issues. The results are announced immediately over the airwaves (and usually on the following Sunday The Post & Courier runs a graph reflecting the votes.) On Thursday next there will be one of these important votes when the House of Representatives considers President Bush's veto of the State Children's Health Insurance Program. The President says the current version of the bill is too expensive to continue. He doesn't remind us of his (and other Republican scrooges) philosophical opposition to all government-run health care. (Look up who voted against Medicare forty years ago.) SCHIP only happens to be their latest victim. When he was Governor of Texas, Mr. Bush unsuccessfully sought to limit access to the original SCHIP. In other words he has a track record against helping needy families with insurance coverage for children. By-the-by, during the period 2003-2005, Texas had the highest rate of uninsured children among the states. These numbers started growing long before 2003.

I will bet you right now, however, that the four Republican congressmen from South Carolina on Thursday will again buy into the President's nonsense and vote against needy children and families. They did so when the bill was originally passed in the House, and they voted 'Nay'. They will give a Scrooge-like kick in the pants to needy children, and hope for a photo-op at the next White House barbecue standing next to the 'compassionate conservative.'

It is difficult as hell to understand how Republicans claim they are for less spending and smaller government and yet have spent more money in the six years they were in charge of the White House and congress (2001-2006) than the Democrats did in any corresponding six years when they had control of the White House and the Congress. The Party of reduced spending and limited government has turned out to be afflicted with the same spending-like-a-drunken sailor mentality as any other political party. I believe this has to do with the idea that when you are in power your supporters (e.g. insurance companies, doctors, banks, etc. ) expect to be rewarded. Too bad needy children can't vote.

Waste not, want not

This morning when I sat down with my coffee and newspapers I decided to also have some toast and jam to enhance the start of a new day. A loaf of fresh raisin bread was waiting to be opened. I bought it yesterday with the anticipation of how good it would taste this morning. Right beside it, however, was a wrapper holding only the two crusts from a loaf of whole wheat bread that I have been eating on this past week. This loaf of bread had passed its sell-by date on Mahatma Gandhi's birthday (October 2). What to do? Give in to my hedonistic nature, or remember the words of my late mother: "Waste not, want not. Clean your plate. Children are starving in Ethiopia and China."

In conversations with friends and strangers over the past twenty years since I turned 50 I have been amazed to hear played back to me some of the same admonitions and bromides that were pounded into my head by my mother. (My father took French leave when I was a small child.) I wonder if my grandparents pounded these things into my mother's head? Worst, did me and my wife do the same thing to our children? The burden of it all. Some of these things hack at you more than the Ten Commandments. Everyone breaks one or two of those occasionally but you can tell God you're sorry, do a little penance and get back in His good graces. But the starving children in Ethiopia are always with us. When I was a youngster I could not understand how children could be starving in Ethiopia, a country that whipped Mussolini when he was at the height of his power. But here this morning in the early days of the 21st Century those starving children haunt me still. As a child I wouldn't dare tell my mother (unless I was already on a plane and it was airborne) "send them this food." But I'll be damned if today I wasn't still in the clutches of those anonymous starving urchins.

Into the shelters - not me

Perhaps you are old enough to remember newsreel pictures of Londoners (men, women and children) seeking shelter from German bombs by sleeping in subway stations (the tube in London-speak) night after night, huddled on thin mattresses, fully clothed, side by side, from one end of the platforms to the other, breathing each other’s air. Probably two to three hundred people in each station. Alternatively, you may have seen such scenes in movies.

All this comes to mind as I read (The Post and Courier, Sept. 28, 2007, pg 1AA) the story and view a picture of a 10 acre underground quarry being readied in Huntsville, Alabama, to shelter 20,000 people from the threat of nuclear terrorism by al-Qaida or some other terrorist group. Even if I move to Alabama (highly unlikely) I am not crawling into some hole with 20,000 other people, probably mostly strangers, not one-percent of whom are on my Christmas card list and sharing this cave with them and the colony of bats currently in residence. I only intend to be with 20,000 people in above ground, open venues such as Fenway Park or Lambeau Field. I stopped going to the North Charleston Performing Arts Center some time back because the place - in my opinion - is a fire trap. The 24 rows in the auditorium are too long (they progressively widen from 30 to 66 seats) and lack intervening front to rear aisles to facilitate orderly, expeditious entering or exiting.

Officials in Huntsville are using $70,000 they got from Homeland Security to kick-start this project; despite the fact that Congress cut off funding for shelters after the fall of the Soviet Union and the federal government hasn’t published its latest list of approved shelter in 15 years. What has gotten into these people, those who dreamt up this asinine project and those who funded it? Congress ought to put a stop to this right now before a couple of million dollars is requested and awarded to carry this project forward. Are you listening Representatives Henry Brown and James Clyburn, and Senators James DeMint and Lindsay Graham?

How did she know

Every since I hooked onto the internet eons ago my e-mail inbox has received SPAM messages touting alleged sex enhancement products. Lately they come with an opening line to wit: "My wife complained my Johnson was too small. Look at what I did." I don't do much looking but instead send back queries along the lines of, "How did she know? Who was she comparing you with?"

First sight - only 10 days after Labor Day

I went to Wally-Mart today and while shopping for toothpaste the sound of a child's laughter attracted my attention. When I turned my eyes blinked quickly at the first sight this year of Christmas decorations: Santa Claus, elves, snowmen, reindeer's; plastic and rubber, blown up, some twirling around, ready for your front or back yard and entertaining greatly a little boy riding in a shopping cart being pushed by a couple of women who were enjoying his excitement and peels of laughter. Christmas goods are coming out earlier each year. It is only ten days after Labor Day. Prediction: by 2010 merchants will start the Christmas season on the Fourth of July!

Integrity remains in fashion

Bill Belichick, coach of the New England Patriots, might have more Super Bowl rings than Vince Lombardi but he trails far behind the legendary NFL coach of an earlier time in integrity. I believe he also lacks the self-confidence Lombardi had in himself. When the unknown Lombardi was announced as the choice of the Packers screening committee, a member of the executive board asked , "Who the hell is Vince Lombardi?" When he showed up for work, Lombardi said, "I want it understood that I'm in complete command." And he never looked back, and he never covertly spied on the opposition.

Living with solutions is tough

It is 8:10 on Monday morning, the 10th of September. I have been up three hours, read two newspapers, had two cups of coffee, two slices of Rye toast with strawberry preserves and a lemon tart, put in a load of clothes to wash, taken my exercise walk of 2.9 miles, transferred the clothes to the dryer and am now writing this blog, drinking some water and contemplating the day ahead.
Less than three weeks ago Mary, my wife of 53 years, went to live in an Assisted Living facility where there are good people to give her the medical and physical attention she requires on a 24/7 basis. Since last November when she had her first stroke I have been her primary caregiver. The last ten months have taken a toll on her and me, despite the paid help who came into our home five days a week. Moving Mary into Assisted Living was not an easy decision but it was in her and my best interests and one based on medical recommendations.
A woman I have never met, Jo Horne, has written a nine-point "Caregiver's Bill of Rights" and number one is: "To take care of myself. This is not an act of selfishness. It will give me the capability to take better care of my relative." I never thought of this before my wife got sick. After all our life income was structured so she would be comfortable if anything happened to me. That is if she was up and about and could fend for herself and not have to live with the effects of two strokes and Alzheimer's problems.
The days, weeks, months, and years ahead, will be different from any of life's earlier experiences for Mary and I and our family. These are unchartered waters for us. Thousands of others have dealt with similar problems. We can learn from their experiences and the literature in the field - but these are no guarantee for successfully coping.
"There are no perfect solutions for Alzheimer's problems" and today's decision may look doubtful tomorrow. "Solving problems is easy. It is living with the solutions to those problems that are tough." (Duke Family Support Group, Duke University)

Off we go into the wild blue....

The Air Force is 60 years old this year. Congress and the President made it an independent service in 1947, co-equal with the Army and the Navy. I visited the Air Force memorial http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Air_Force_Memorial last weekend and came away much impressed. The memorial is a delight to visit and the Air Force band performed in the cool of the evening before a crowd of several hundred. The band members were neat, trim, slender and sharp in their summer uniforms and the music was delightful. Even more impressive was the high enlisted rank held by the musicians. Two soloists were introduced and each had a masters degree in music and song. With this kind of background it is easy to understand why the Air Force has promoted these enlisted persons into the top ranks.

An old friend from my Air Force service days (1951-1959) accompanied my son (also former Air Force) and my daughter-in-law for the evening. It is a new and exciting Air Force today I am sure, but I am proud to have been a member in those early days that were also new and exciting for us. The Air Force is also where I found my wife of 53 years, and we treasure the memories that bought a Yankee from Lowell, MA, and a shy, Southern girl from Georgetown, SC, together.

Sin pays and viewers enjoy it

I was relaxing at the kitchen table yesterday with a cup of coffee and having already gone through the morning paper I idly re-turned the pages until my eyes focused on a rundown of nine well known "soaps". I started reading and soon I was going through all the summaries. I discovered that the continuing story lines are based on seven cardinal sins widely committed ever since Adam was a lad. Each of these fictional dramas has gone on and on for years, undoubtedly snagging a lot of money for a lot of people - and giving a wierd vicarious experience to what has to be a strange, insatiable audience. I recall my grandmother listening to Stella Dallas on the radio, and there was probably a lot of double entendre that didn't register with a young boy, but I don't believe lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy and pride were as openly paraded as in today's TV offerings. And, of course, radio was a listening experience requiring imagination whereas TV is a visual medium leaving little to the imagination.

Hospitality is lacking in some

A small minority in Charleston has forgotten its manners and run attack ads against Hillary in this morning's paper. Tonight the Democratic debate will be held at The Citadel and feature the leading eight Democratic candidates. This will bring nationwide attention to Charleston, the military college and several hundreds of thousands of dollars to the local business community. This is the first time such a debate has been held in Charleston's long and varied history. It calls for all Charlestonians to be on their best behavior and gracious even when they disagree with a candidate.

Not so for something called the National Black Chamber of Commerce (probably made up of outsiders and a few local folks) which took out a full page ad, complete with spiteful, out of context use of photos, to critically allege and charge Hillary of playing politics with AIDS relief. A ridiculous charge on its face. Her and Bill's efforts to combat this disease are a helluva lot better than most other public personalities.
The other, and smaller, ad by a couple of local citizens asks if Hillary will give Obama a 20 point lead in the Democratic Primary since she supports the University of Michigan which gives a 20 point advantage to applicants whose ancestry is considered desirable for diversity.

I am not going to the Democratic debate tonight and tomorrow when President Bush comes to speak at the local Air Force Base I will also stay home and keep my mouth shut, even though I disagree with him on several matters. For some of us, displaying hospitality is not a major sacrifice.

The cat who ignored me

This morning as I was rounding the far turn on my exercise walk I spotted a cat, light brown and white in color, squatting on her haunches on the cement sidewalk ahead of me. She sat right at the line where the sidewalk joined the residential lawn still wet from the night's rain. She stared straight into the street. As I got closer she turned only her head 90 degrees to the right and looked briefly at my ankles. Satisfied that I was not a four-legged threat she turned back to the left and continued staring into the street. I passed and she did not move. After about ten feet I looked back; she had not moved nor turned her head again. I felt like a commoner passing the royal coach whose Queen would not acknowledge her subject with so much as a glance.

Aim and Fire for $50 mil

A newspaper story this morning reports German people lifting a beer or lingering over a strudel at dessert are likely debating the question if a German soldier sees Osama bin Laden should he arrest him, call an American or aim and fire? Germans remain sensitive to the callous disregard for human life during the Hitler years and don't want to be seen as instant life-takers. In this scenario, however, let's give the whole German nation absolution in advance and urge option three: aim and fire. In fact, if Osama is with some of his buddies throw a grenade and take out the whole bunch. I believe the $50 million reward the American congress has offered for Osama would be payable to a German. As a public service a picture of the $50 mil target is shown here.

For two dollars

"A young man walking up the stairs to a bordello encounters his father coming down the stairs, "Dad" he says, "What're you doing here?" "For two dollars," his father replies, "why bother your mother?" (Joseph Epstein, reveiwing Sin in the Second City, The Wall Street Journal, July 7, 2007, pgP8.)

Mail delivery could be cut, curtailed

The federal government's three primary duties are: defend the shores, deliver the mail and get the hell off our back. Now if they are going to stop delivering the mail (AP story, The Post & Courier, Sat. July 7, 2007) then we ought to see a major reduction in our taxes, not that paltry average $34 we got the last time we were supposedly unburdened.