May 092015
 

ManMicrophoneThe first time I saw her she was sitting cross-legged on the hood of a police car in the parking lot of the county jail.
Indian style we would have called it when I was a kid, back before using group descriptors as the adjectives they are was considered taboo.
I considered asking which term she preferred.
Unable to decide if that sounded like the worst pick-up line in history or exactly the type of insightful query that would pique her interest I moved on.

The second time I saw her she was trudging through three feet of still falling snow.
Only her eyes were visible. Peeking out from the layers of cloth she had swaddled herself in to hold off the freezing winter.
I considered offering her a ride.
Unable to decide if that sounded like a serial killer seeking his next victim or exactly the hero she was hoping for in her hour of need I moved on.

The third time I saw her I was so overcome with relief that I remember almost nothing else about our environment.
Simply knowing that she had survived the maelstrom was enough to erode all other items of importance into mere pebbles that turned the world to static.
I considered introducing myself.
Unable to move, much less speak, I instead bathed in the warmth of knowing she continued to exist long after she had moved on.

The fourth time I saw her I was standing on a stage behind a microphone, having just forgotten every word of the poem I was about to recite for the crowd.
She entered the bar like a whirlwind, last to arrive, but immediately the only audience that mattered to my long-shattered mind.
I didn’t consider at all, but instead merely spoke.
We’re all hearing these words and thoughts for the very first time,
here,
together,
in this moment.
Perhaps tonight is the night we shall finally move on together.

Sep 032014
 

market-basket  I just visited my local Market Basket for the first time since the now infamous pissing match between the billionaire owners ended.  Can’t say I’m happy about it.

I don’t do a lot of grocery shopping since I don’t cook and mainly eat fast food.  But I do buy three things from Market Basket on a nearly weekly basis: cigarettes, beverages and snack foods.  While I’m amazed by the outpouring of support for Arthur T. Demoulas that the world was recently witness to and was excited to see so many people band together to stand up for what they believed was right, I continued to shop at Market Basket during the whole debacle.  Why?  Because I’m not interested in going to additional expense or trouble to support a billionaire spoiled brat.  But that’s not what this post is about.

This post is about the punishment and deceit that I (and so many others) saw coming.

On Saturday, the Boston Herald ran a story titled: CEO not in Market to raise prices. Here are the first few paragraphs- Continue reading »

Oct 192013
 

I just returned from a three-day trip that was originally supposed to be a one day trip.  One result: my chinchillas were very hungry.

So, one of the first things I did upon returning home was to go feed them.  As usual, upon opening the top door to their cage Mario ran for cover (hiding near the bottom) and Luigi, who had approached the door upon hearing me enter the room, instinctively froze so as not to attract predators.  I gave Luigi a little pet, announced that dinner was served, and placed the food in the center of their “hidden” (read: safe) room and began to close the door.

As the door was swinging shut, Luigi started heading for the food and I realized I’d forgotten to check their water so reopened the door at which point Luigi stepped back away from the food and once again froze next to the opening.

How ridiculous is that?  He was clearly hungry, and clearly not afraid of me, but despite the presence of food he went back into “don’t let the predators see you moving mode”.

Jun 242011
 
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Zen

Isn’t this really one of the biggest questions that each and every one of us has encountered at some point?  And, of course, it may not seem to have anything to do with anarchy, philosophy, government, business, or anything else covered on this website.    But, on reflection, I thin kit may have to do with everything ever discussed on this site.  But, most of all with parenting, which was, of course, the original inspiration for me to start blogging.

The attitude of not being a winner is the way people get into trouble in life.  The fact you woke up this morning makes you a winner, and no one make you a loser but yourself.

Each day look at the wins you have.  Value the greatness in your life, little and big.  If you find it impossible to isolate any wins in your life, use affirmations and begin creating some.

You can start now to change your own reality.  You are a loser, only when you think you are.

  • Thomas Edison declared bankruptcy for the North American Phonograph Co. in 1894, and his Edison Portland Cement Company filed for bankruptcy twice.
  • Abraham Lincoln, Henry Ford, Walt Disney, Milton hershey, H.J. Heinz, and P.T. Barnum all went bankrupt at least once as well.
  • Before filing for bankruptcy, Walt Disney was fired by the Kansas City Star newspaper for lacking ideas.
  • Colonel Sanders idea for Kentucky Fried Chicken was reportedly rejected more than 1000 times
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Jun 122011
 
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Norman Rockwell's Swimming Hole (1920)

Norman Rockwell’s Swimming Hole (1920)

One of the great things about being a library book sale addict is that I get to handle about 1,000 books a week and I come across some really cool stuff.  The latest example is Swimming Holes of California: Day Trips With a Splash by Pancho Doll.  As a fan of both water and road trips, this book was a no-brainer purchase for me as it details more than 100 swimming holes throughout California.  Pancho spent nine months traveling California in its entirety, driving more than 25,000 miles to get the skinny on the best (and worst) spots to cool off, relax and simply have fun.  And he’s created a guidebook that’s not only useful and fun to read, but covers a subject/area of interest that has long been neglected, IMO.

Every swimmin’ hole is given three or four paragraphs of editorial content including detailed directions, GPS coordinates, and a copy of the USGS 7.5-minute topographic map of the area.  But that is just the beginning.  Continue reading »

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