2020 Posts


Society Cycle
Serenity Now
Virtual Virality
Afraid? Not My Teacher!
The Silent Eclipse
Transgender Hair
Mid-Summer Yard

Society Cycle                                      January 5, 2020

Time and time again over the past 3,000 years, societies have blossomed into physical and mental prosperity, sometimes achieving the title of Golden Age. Including the word “age” provides a clue to the fact that they all came to an end. What goes wrong?

Sometimes envy of neighbors leads to invasion and destruction if they become vulnerable, as in the case of the Roman Empire. More insidious is destruction from within that usually starts with leaders finding themselves better off than the public at large. Wealth breeds greed, conscious or subconscious, that in time transitions to a relatively small select group bleeding off the public wealth. Why doesn’t the majority realize what’s happening and rein it in? They know their personal economy is deteriorating, their standard of living declining.

The exploiters’ method of choice is to create a myth that both hides what’s happening and promises a future salvation. One way is to warp what otherwise might be a useful religion by convincing subjects that the suffering they experience in this life will be rewarded in a fictious next life. We die, our bodies rot or are burned, so there’s no way of proving them wrong. Of course, as years accumulate, many want to believe there’s a thing called a soul that carries their entity on beyond the grave. Fine. But it doesn’t excuse the exploitation of people of all ages. To be fair, not all church leaders are making themselves or their church obscenely rich at the public expense.

The same charity cannot be shown the second approach. It involves creation of a propaganda machine with two main goals: shift the blame for economic woes onto a scapegoat (Jews, Muslims, illegal immigrants, etc.) and convince the general population that better days are coming. Building this two-pronged myth takes a heavily funded media campaign which is usually a drop in the wealthy buckets. (One hundred million dollars is one percent to someone with ten billion.) The campaign also takes a ranting egomaniac set up on a pedestal to churn emotions and bring out our basest animal characteristics (Hitler, Mussolini, Milošević, Trump, etc.).

So what brings these dark eras in turn to an end. War from external forces (Germany, Italy, Japan), revolution (France, Russia, Hungary, America), national break-up (USSR, …America?) or somewhat peaceful political upheaval (India, UK, …America?). This last most desirable alternative can only happen if the public can realistically vote for change. That realism dwindles in the face of overwhelming finances. Fortunately, in the United States there is still reasonable resources on the other side and a media generally covering both sides.

However, it takes more than money to break the myth that clouds so many eyes like cataracts. The lenses must be cleared to let in reality. Continually debunking the pedagogue’s lies, conspiracies and false attacks helps. People who enjoy public respect can help by speaking out. I happen to think a message cloaked in entertaining fiction, whether it be a movie or a novel, can also help. That conviction drove me to speak out through “Eclipse of Our Soul” …. bet you didn’t think this was a commercial😊

Serenity Now                                       March 9, 2020

These immortal words of George’s father in Seinfeld were never more appropriate than now. We are victims not only of a pandemic but also a media induced panic aggravated by inept, confused leadership. (How’s that for political correctness?) Please review this information first disseminated by Japan and more recently picked up by the Stanford Hospital team. It shows how concise, rational information can turn panic into a responsible solution.


  1. If you have a runny nose and sputum, you have a common cold 2. Coronavirus pneumonia is a dry cough with no runny nose.
  2. This new virus is not heat-resistant and will be killed by a temperature of just 26/27 degrees C. It hates the Sun.
  3. If someone sneezes with it, it takes about 10 feet before it drops to the ground and is no longer airborne.
  4. If it drops on a metal surface it will live for at least 12 hours – so if you come into contact with any metal surface – wash your hands as soon as you can with a bacterial soap.
  5. On fabric it can survive for 6-12 hours. normal laundry detergent will kill it.
  6. Drinking warm water is effective for all viruses. Try not to drink liquids with ice.
  7. Wash your hands frequently as the virus can only live on your hands for 5-10 minutes, but – a lot can happen during that time – you can rub your eyes, pick your nose unwittingly and so on.
  8. You should also gargle as a prevention. A simple solution of salt in warm water will suffice.
  9. Can’t emphasis enough – drink plenty of water!


  1. It will first infect the throat, so you’ll have a sore throat lasting 3/4 days
  2. The virus then blends into a nasal fluid that enters the trachea and then the lungs, causing pneumonia. This takes about 5/6 days further.
  3. With the pneumonia comes high fever and difficulty in breathing.
  4. The nasal congestion is not like the normal kind. You feel like you’re drowning. It’s imperative you then seek immediate attention.

Virtual Virality                                       March 23, 2020

I’m 81 and a little overweight. (MY wife sometimes forgets to include the word “little”.) Nevertheless, these are the attributes coveted by COVID-19 which naturally leads to some concern on my part. Recently, I found myself very short of breath and, not wanting to recognize I’ve been a computer potato for weeks, began to suspect the virus. Two mornings I woke up with a tightness in my chest and took a while to amend that to further down than my poor old lungs could possibly have sagged. Frequently my forehead feels warm but turns out to be normal. All these false signals have brought on the realization that it’s time to be more positive. In fact, it reminds me of the story of the big brave Dutchman. If you’ve heard it, skip ahead.

The Dutchman lived in the early 1800’s, A giant of a man, strong as an ox but a gentle soul. He loved the sea and as he often did, signed on with the crew of a sailing vessel. Their voyage started uneventful, modest winds and decent weather. That ended off the coast of Morocco when a crewman fell from the rigging into the water. Unable to swim and with shark fins not far away, he appeared doomed. The Dutchman leaped into the ocean and reached the man barely ahead of the first shark. He punched it in the nose, grabbed the drowning man and with powerful strokes swam back to the ship.

Crews cheered and the Captain thanked him for saving the man. He simply shrugged and said, “It’s nothing. I’m the big brave Dutchman. That’s what I do.”

The journey continued until one day they found themselves becalmed in a hot, equatorial expanse of glassy sea. For days they sweltered, water supply dwindled, men were fading fast. The First Mate lamented that they would all perish if they didn’t get wind soon. The Dutchman said, “I’ll get us out of this stinking hole.” He climbed into a dinghy and with a rope attached to the ship started to row. Gradually they began to move. He rowed hour after hour until finally they felt a first breeze. When the wind picked up, he climbed back aboard a hero again. Once more, he shrugged it off. “I’m the big brave Dutchman, it’s all in a day’s work.”

After months at sea, they were returning up the coast of France when a violent storm struck suddenly. Sails were torn, rigging snapped, the ship pitched wildly. The Captain shouted, “We need to get the topsails furled or we’ll broach.” Only one man ventured forth. The Dutchman yelled over the howling wind that he would do it. He climbed through shredded rigging to the very top of the mast, furled one sail, then a second, third and fourth. The ship was now safe but still rolled in the heavy sea.

Sizing up his situation, the Dutchman thought the easiest way down would be to dropo into the water and swim back aboard. He would carefully time it for when the mast carried him out over the side. But when he let go, he mistimed it and hit square in the middle of the deck, crashed right on through it. Aghast, crewmembers screamed, “The dutchman’s dead!” as they ran to the hole and peered down. A hole in the lower deck as well revealed the Dutchman spread-eagled in the bilge. He finally opened his eyes and when he saw them all wailing up above, he called out, “Calm down. I’m the big brave Dutchman. I’ve been through hardships before.”

I hear you groaning. Point is, I need to be more like the big brave Dutchman, stop manufacturing imaginary symptoms and descending into the realm of virtual virality.

Afraid? Not My Teacher! April 18, 2020

There’s too much media coverage of COVID-19’s physical toll, too little on its mental toll, particularly on young minds suddenly deprived of classmates and playmates, left wondering why adults wear masks and shun each other. Recognizing this, a friend, Doctor Michael Martin wrote the following words and passed his valuable perspective to his children and grandchildren:

Afraid? Not My Teacher!

In October 1957, when I was in the 8th grade in a small town in CT, the Soviet Union launched a satellite, Sputnik, into earth orbit. In the US it was as if that small spherical object, not much bigger than a couple of basketballs, had cast a dark shadow over the land. People were afraid. My homeroom teacher, Mrs Newbury, was having none of it. She told us with no fear in her voice, “Don’t you worry! Our boys will put up a satellite that will fly higher and last longer.” And in February of the next year, they did!

After 9/11, I remember seeing people on the news, crying and afraid, not knowing what to tell their children. I know what Mrs Newbury would have said-“Don’t you worry, our boys will track down and find those responsible.”  And they did!

There have always been dangers in the world. In Cave Man times there were Saber Tooth Tigers roaming around. Children and their families had to be careful. In the middle ages there were terrible plagues long before there were doctors or hospitals or treatments. In 1918 a particularly virulent form of influenza spread over the entire planet. Again there were no effective treatments. In 1929 a severe economic depression gripped our country and the world. In December 1941 our country was attacked. My father, a college student at the time, along with millions of other young men and women enlisted in the armed forces. Their lives were disrupted in a way they could never have imagined. Many never came home. It took courage and determination. They rose to the occasion. It had to be done.

Now we have been attacked by a tiny invader of a different sort, the corona virus. It has spread across the land casting another dark shadow. This virus is a new one. Doctors have very little experience in how it should be treated. But I know what Mrs Newbury would say-“Don’t you worry, our men and women in science, medicine and research will learn about this new disease and develop a vaccine and treatments.” And they will.

If you are a young person today wondering what to do with your life-here’s your answer. Study hard. Enter fields of science, medicine and research. Plan to serve your country in any one of several different ways. Rise to the occasion. It will take courage and determination. You can be at the forefront of the fight. It will not be easy. Launching the satellite and tracking down the terrorists responsible for 9/11 was not easy. But they got it done.

Our lives have been disrupted in a way we did not expect. Use this time to catch up (remotely) with friends and family. Read, exercise, develop new interests, start home projects, make plans about what you will do when this is over. And remember, life on our planet has always been perilous. Although the virus has spread, most of us will not get sick and most of us who do will not be terribly ill. Sadly though some of us who are sickened will die. It’s scary to think about but there is a difference between being scared, so scared you don’t know what to do or say, and being concerned, cautious and using common sense. Mrs Newbury knew that. Stay home for now, practice social distancing, wash your hands thoroughly. Make plans. Big plans.

And be thankful there aren’t any Saber Tooth Tigers roaming around. That would really be scary.

The Silent Eclipse May 23, 2020

Silence – the author’s worst enemy. Months go by writing, editing, revising, editing, editing, editing until finally there’s no alternative but to release a book. With print-on-demand these days, the word publish no longer is accurate.

People who write for a living invest in marketing help: publicists, blog tours, purchased reviews, book signings, interviews, videos, anything which will grab attention. Even then, with the sea of books available, profitability is as elusive as a polar bear in a snowstorm  You know there might be something big out there but it’s lurking out of sight.

Those of us able to treat creative writing as a hobby tend to shy away from the labor of marketing. Don’t think for a moment that we lack interest in sales. We simply hope the book will sell itself with a gradually widening audience. The reward is more about the pleasure of learning others appreciate your effort than money it brings in. Of course, the money would be welcomed too if it ever showed up.

In November, I released “Eclipse of Our Soul” with hope for an enthusiastic response. It was a growing up novel that transitioned into a heart-wrenching political story. A couple of friends gave positive feedback. Beyond that, there was mostly silence. A hundred free eBook copies given away to Goodread’s readers generated two ratings (both 5 star) and no reviews. Pretty much an author’s nightmare.

What went wrong? The story evolved from an earlier book, “Ickee Mushta” which, while prophetic when released, became obsoleted by events. I was enamored with the challenges facing opposite personalities coming together so rather than make “Eclipse” a sequel, I kept the growing up part in the new novel, somewhat condensed into roughly the first sixteen chapters. Bad idea!

In the cold light of objective reflection, I’ve concluded it simply tires readers before they reach the real story. So, last week a second edition was released with sixteen fewer chapters. The first chapter sets the stage for the plot and away it goes. For those of you who trudged through Part 1 of the first edition, I beg your forgiveness. What remains is a gripping yet heart-warming piece of political fiction to be enjoyed by sane people and cursed by the Trump cult.

Transgender Hair June 18, 2020

Coming out of hibernation prompted this change. Actually, the Before picture represents my best effort at grooming the mop after three months at home. It was tempting to keep it on the pretense it makes me look more like an author. However, children running away screaming at the sight was convincing evidence that its time was up.

Warned the woman who has cut it for over thirty years to bring in a hedge trimmer. She failed to heed the advice and ended up with pain in the wrist of her cutting hand.

Until recently, hair on the left side insisted on displaying an outward flip which may have been a women’s fashion craze thirty years ago but was an irritation now. As the photo shows, it finally reached a length where it could be forced back in. After wading through the hair on top, she said, “You know I never realized it before. Your hair naturally wants to go the other way and would prefer a part on the right side.” Tthere’s a little evidence of that in the After photo, which shows it has the beginning of a rebellion at the tips.

Told her I didn’t want to buck the tradition of men’s hair parting on the left and flowing to the right. We agreed I must have transgender hair and I am in denial.

PS: Someone said this use of “Transgender” mocked the Trans Lives Matter movement. I don’t think it had anything to do with that, however, to be clear, I believe all human lives matter. That’s one reason I detest a leadership failure that causes over a hundred thousand unnecessary deaths.

Mid-Summer Yard August 7, 2020

Time to pan the Pandemic and talk of other things. Mid-summer heat does in many flowers but not all. Our lace-cap hydrangea is in full glory.

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Bee heaven in the hibiscus.

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This little fellow was asleep when the rest of the lilac bloomed.

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A lot of these showed up this year. What are they?

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Our second orchard is off and running.

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With a walnut in the rear.

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Nothing beats the plant world for calming the soul.

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