Hey! Lots of interesting news today.
A second "head-butting rogue" goat has been captured. Good work! Let's keep those kids off our streets.*
Carnegie-Mellon University in Pittsburgh has put on a one-act play with a robot as second banana. Besides being an actor, HERB (Home Exploring Robot Butler) has learned how to separate OREO's, load a dishwasher, open the refrigerator and take a book down off of a shelf for you to read.
The play mentioned above was: Sure Thing, by absurdist playwright David Ives. I'll bet that our Carroll County rogue goats would be good actors too, if we would just give them a chance.
The U.S. has sent 80 military personnel to Chad.. next to Nigeria. Hopefully, with the help of our troops and drone fleet, we will be able to locate these sub-human Boko Haram characters and get those kidnapped girls back to their homes.
On the Diane Rheem Show this morning, some top-level guys were arguing about the VA and their care of veterans. As I've said before, I've heard nothing but good reports about VA hospital service. However, the American Legion President is pushing to have all high-level managers fired (at least, that is my understanding)... I think this would be a major mistake and I think it is right for Obama to stick with his VA crew unless drastic mismanagement is proven.
Iran has arrested 7 "happy" young people for engaging in "decadent Western behavior" on social media.. that is, they were "happily" dancing. Shame on those stupid youngsters for trying to make Iran a "happy" place!
Some French engineers have rouge faces today. In planning for 341 high-speed trains, they failed to notice that the trains would not be able to stop at any one of France's 1,000 train stations, because they were too fat.
Dean Minnich had a column today in the local newspaper, in which he mentioned that 900 Democrats in the County had changed their party affiliation to Republican so they would be able to vote in the upcoming Republican primary and perhaps help get rid of these incompetents that we now call our County Commissioners. At least, I think that is what he said.. I will read his column again to see if he really approves that action or not. A little unclear to me, I think.
I changed my affiliation to Independent some time ago, to show my disgust with some of what goes on by politicians of both sides. So now I can't vote in the primary election. That was kind of dumb of me.
A Dieu!
* PS The Carroll County Humane Society has now reported that the goats recently caught are no longer "rogue" goats, but "horny" goats, that cannot be let outside of the compound. Fences would not be a deterrent to them and nearby farmers would have to hide their female goats. (Reminds me of magazine that used to be published: Satyr Dairy View.) The goats' former owners will probably never be known, because they might be asked to pay for the damage the goats did when they were still "rogue."
Thursday, May 22, 2014
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Senior Calendar, Stupid Criminals, Elevators, and Matzohs.
This was my calendar for today (typical for a senior citizen?)"
10 am Maryland Senior Citizen Hall Of Fame.. board meeting
11 am Carroll Lutheran Village .. Train the Brain program
2:30 pm Amazon Self Publishing seminar
2:30 pm Haircuts.. for Elaine and me
When I got up at 7 am, it was raining cats and dogs and I felt hung over because I had not slept more than an hour (too much to think about).. so I did the Senior Citizen thing, and canceled 3 of the 4 scheduled activities..opting to keep only our haircut appointment..
Why do I tell you that? Just to show how independent I am in my old age.
We really needed to get to the haircut place because we wanted to learn more about their last week's excitement. A young (29 years) guy was successful in holding up a bank and a fast food place a couple of weeks ago, by brandishing a kitchen knife. However, as soon as the money ran out and he needed another "fix," he thought that he would knock over an easier mark, namely a beauty shop. Surely, those broads would give in easily.
Well, was he in for a surprise! He came in and brandished his knife and asked for all the money in the cash register. The lady in charge (close to 70 years old, I'm told) asked him who the hell he thought he was and slugged him with a broom. He made a fast getaway, almost losing his pants, as all the ladies laughed and jeered. The heroic slugger noted the look of his underwear and was able to give the local police that vital clue, which allowed them to catch the guy. I really like this story.. it's a lot like one of Mr. Bean's episodes.
Another bright light in the annals of crime is a young (also 29) man who robbed 7 London jewelry stores. Unfortunately for him, he left his cell phone at store number 7. Police quickly noticed that he had put his "selfie" into the phone as his screen saver.
It's a good thing that Elaine and I didn't go up in the recently reopened Washington Monument when we visited Mount Vernon, because Elaine would be blaming herself for the failure on numerous occasions last week of the high speed elevator. She has a history of problems with elevators on buses, mansions, and theaters.
After the recent Passover season, Matzohs were put on sale at enormous discounts at Giant Supermarkets. I like Matzohs and they are good for my diet, so I purchased a group of 6 packages that normally cost around $14.. for (can you believe it?) $1. What a deal! Anyway, I encountered a recipe today that will allow this goy to use up some of these crackers on a regular basis.
Soak 2 matzohs in warm water for 20 seconds to slightly soften them.
Melt 1 tbspn butter over medium heat.
Crumble the Matzohs into bite size and add to a skillet.
Add two beaten eggs and cook until set.
Place on serving plate after adding some diced brie on top.
Sounds delicious... this will become my breakfast for a little while. If I try to use up my Matzohs this way, I calculate that this will take 20 weeks... not counting Sundays when Elaine and I always have SOS.
Shalom!
10 am Maryland Senior Citizen Hall Of Fame.. board meeting
11 am Carroll Lutheran Village .. Train the Brain program
2:30 pm Amazon Self Publishing seminar
2:30 pm Haircuts.. for Elaine and me
When I got up at 7 am, it was raining cats and dogs and I felt hung over because I had not slept more than an hour (too much to think about).. so I did the Senior Citizen thing, and canceled 3 of the 4 scheduled activities..opting to keep only our haircut appointment..
Why do I tell you that? Just to show how independent I am in my old age.
We really needed to get to the haircut place because we wanted to learn more about their last week's excitement. A young (29 years) guy was successful in holding up a bank and a fast food place a couple of weeks ago, by brandishing a kitchen knife. However, as soon as the money ran out and he needed another "fix," he thought that he would knock over an easier mark, namely a beauty shop. Surely, those broads would give in easily.
Well, was he in for a surprise! He came in and brandished his knife and asked for all the money in the cash register. The lady in charge (close to 70 years old, I'm told) asked him who the hell he thought he was and slugged him with a broom. He made a fast getaway, almost losing his pants, as all the ladies laughed and jeered. The heroic slugger noted the look of his underwear and was able to give the local police that vital clue, which allowed them to catch the guy. I really like this story.. it's a lot like one of Mr. Bean's episodes.
Another bright light in the annals of crime is a young (also 29) man who robbed 7 London jewelry stores. Unfortunately for him, he left his cell phone at store number 7. Police quickly noticed that he had put his "selfie" into the phone as his screen saver.
It's a good thing that Elaine and I didn't go up in the recently reopened Washington Monument when we visited Mount Vernon, because Elaine would be blaming herself for the failure on numerous occasions last week of the high speed elevator. She has a history of problems with elevators on buses, mansions, and theaters.
After the recent Passover season, Matzohs were put on sale at enormous discounts at Giant Supermarkets. I like Matzohs and they are good for my diet, so I purchased a group of 6 packages that normally cost around $14.. for (can you believe it?) $1. What a deal! Anyway, I encountered a recipe today that will allow this goy to use up some of these crackers on a regular basis.
Soak 2 matzohs in warm water for 20 seconds to slightly soften them.
Melt 1 tbspn butter over medium heat.
Crumble the Matzohs into bite size and add to a skillet.
Add two beaten eggs and cook until set.
Place on serving plate after adding some diced brie on top.
Sounds delicious... this will become my breakfast for a little while. If I try to use up my Matzohs this way, I calculate that this will take 20 weeks... not counting Sundays when Elaine and I always have SOS.
Shalom!
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Godzilla's Grandpa, Maryland State Police, Carroll County Times, and Primary Elections
FLASH!
1. The thigh bone of Godzilla's great, great grandfather has been found in Argentina.
Based on the length of this bone (7.9 feet), scientists estimate that Grandpa G was over 66 feet tall and 132 feet long!
(Still a little guy, compared to the current day Blue Whale, whose tongue weighs as much as an African elephant.)
Burning question: Since Grandpa G weighed about 176,000 pounds, how many trees and elephants did he have to consume to get enough calories for day-to-day existence?
2. The Maryland State Police stopped 300 cars on Interstate 95 last Saturday. Almost that many citations were issued for infractions, including new ones that Marylanders are subject to, such as talking or texting online while driving, and failing to move over when passing police cars on the side of the road.
Burning question: Are out of State drivers subject to Maryland laws that they know nothing about? Or, is this similar to those traffic laws in small Georgia towns, designed to add money to their measly coffers by targeting unknowing drivers?
3. The Carroll County Times has apparently divorced AARP. They have not published anything I have sent to them for a long time that is connected with that organization.
I probably should not complain too loudly because my NARFE group gets its pictures in regularly, and Carroll Lutheran Village does as well. Maybe they are saving them up for a future "spread."
I have been told that there is a big backlog at their office.. and the paper has recently been sold, and there might be less interest in local events as before.
It's time to send them another press release and see if they print it.
4. Election time is fast approaching. During June, the Party Primaries will be held. Carroll County is definitely a Republican County, and in order for a Democrat to win an election, they have to change party affiliation. Commissioners, States Attorneys, and Sheriffs were all Democrats in previous incarnations, I believe.
I changed my affiliation from Democrat to Independent.. This is ok because it indicates my true status, but I therefore do not get to vote in a party related primary.. so I disenfranchised myself. Dummy!
Enough of this nonsense, Joe!
1. The thigh bone of Godzilla's great, great grandfather has been found in Argentina.
Based on the length of this bone (7.9 feet), scientists estimate that Grandpa G was over 66 feet tall and 132 feet long!
(Still a little guy, compared to the current day Blue Whale, whose tongue weighs as much as an African elephant.)
Burning question: Since Grandpa G weighed about 176,000 pounds, how many trees and elephants did he have to consume to get enough calories for day-to-day existence?
2. The Maryland State Police stopped 300 cars on Interstate 95 last Saturday. Almost that many citations were issued for infractions, including new ones that Marylanders are subject to, such as talking or texting online while driving, and failing to move over when passing police cars on the side of the road.
Burning question: Are out of State drivers subject to Maryland laws that they know nothing about? Or, is this similar to those traffic laws in small Georgia towns, designed to add money to their measly coffers by targeting unknowing drivers?
3. The Carroll County Times has apparently divorced AARP. They have not published anything I have sent to them for a long time that is connected with that organization.
I probably should not complain too loudly because my NARFE group gets its pictures in regularly, and Carroll Lutheran Village does as well. Maybe they are saving them up for a future "spread."
I have been told that there is a big backlog at their office.. and the paper has recently been sold, and there might be less interest in local events as before.
It's time to send them another press release and see if they print it.
4. Election time is fast approaching. During June, the Party Primaries will be held. Carroll County is definitely a Republican County, and in order for a Democrat to win an election, they have to change party affiliation. Commissioners, States Attorneys, and Sheriffs were all Democrats in previous incarnations, I believe.
I changed my affiliation from Democrat to Independent.. This is ok because it indicates my true status, but I therefore do not get to vote in a party related primary.. so I disenfranchised myself. Dummy!
Enough of this nonsense, Joe!
Ralph Reppert and JFK
Yes, people do read my blog entries.. believe it or not.
Usually, I get Chinese and Japanese responses from "Anonymous", and once I got a message from an Oriental reader saying that my blogs would be required reading in English language classes. Sometimes, I get responses with embedded advertisements for the usual Viagra-type products. However, I do read my anonymous comments and whenever I get an interesting one, my juices get moving. Such an interesting "Anonymous" response appeared in my email list yesterday.
In 2009, I published an entry in which I asked if anyone knew what happened to Baltimore Sun reporter, humorist and cartoonist, Ralph Reppert "Do you remember Ralph?" Yesterday, 5 years later, I got an answer, which I will duplicate below, in part.
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From the Wikipedia page on "Mortal Error: The Shot That Killed JFK is a 1992 non-fiction book by Bonar Menninger."
"Donahue was encouraged in his investigations by Ralph Reppert, a reporter for the Baltimore Sun. In 1977, Reppert published Donahue's theory {on the assassination of President Kennedy} in two articles, which appeared on Sunday, May 1 and the following Sunday, with the second article accompanied by an editorial. These two men were keen to collaborate on a book on the subject, but this was cut short by Reppert's ill health and subsequent death..."
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Apparently, Mr. (Howard) Donahue's continued push for a book related to his theory, led to the book mentioned above by Mr. Manninger.
With my interest piqued, I downloaded a sample of the book and found the first three chapters very well written. So, I purchased the book from Amazon, and downloaded it to my Kindle and look forward to finishing it.
My ideas on the assassination at the time seemed to me logical and probably were triggered by
The Manchurian Candidate.
1. A SWAT team fired at the President, from several locations.
2. Oswald was a "loser" and not a marksman.
2. Oswald was just groomed to be the Fall Guy, and couldn't be allowed to talk.
3. Jack Ruby was an undercover CIA guy, planted in the Dallas underworld.
The Warren Commission (which included Gerald Ford, by the way) concluded that there was no conspiracy and Oswald was the sole shooter and "that was that."
The biggest problem with my own conjecture.. people don't keep secrets for 50 years.. unless all the conspirators including the last person (like a Tontine) was dead.
Anyway, as I read the book mentioned above, if anything jumps out at me, I will let you know.
Usually, I get Chinese and Japanese responses from "Anonymous", and once I got a message from an Oriental reader saying that my blogs would be required reading in English language classes. Sometimes, I get responses with embedded advertisements for the usual Viagra-type products. However, I do read my anonymous comments and whenever I get an interesting one, my juices get moving. Such an interesting "Anonymous" response appeared in my email list yesterday.
In 2009, I published an entry in which I asked if anyone knew what happened to Baltimore Sun reporter, humorist and cartoonist, Ralph Reppert "Do you remember Ralph?" Yesterday, 5 years later, I got an answer, which I will duplicate below, in part.
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From the Wikipedia page on "Mortal Error: The Shot That Killed JFK is a 1992 non-fiction book by Bonar Menninger."
"Donahue was encouraged in his investigations by Ralph Reppert, a reporter for the Baltimore Sun. In 1977, Reppert published Donahue's theory {on the assassination of President Kennedy} in two articles, which appeared on Sunday, May 1 and the following Sunday, with the second article accompanied by an editorial. These two men were keen to collaborate on a book on the subject, but this was cut short by Reppert's ill health and subsequent death..."
------
Apparently, Mr. (Howard) Donahue's continued push for a book related to his theory, led to the book mentioned above by Mr. Manninger.
With my interest piqued, I downloaded a sample of the book and found the first three chapters very well written. So, I purchased the book from Amazon, and downloaded it to my Kindle and look forward to finishing it.
My ideas on the assassination at the time seemed to me logical and probably were triggered by
The Manchurian Candidate.
1. A SWAT team fired at the President, from several locations.
2. Oswald was a "loser" and not a marksman.
2. Oswald was just groomed to be the Fall Guy, and couldn't be allowed to talk.
3. Jack Ruby was an undercover CIA guy, planted in the Dallas underworld.
The Warren Commission (which included Gerald Ford, by the way) concluded that there was no conspiracy and Oswald was the sole shooter and "that was that."
The biggest problem with my own conjecture.. people don't keep secrets for 50 years.. unless all the conspirators including the last person (like a Tontine) was dead.
Anyway, as I read the book mentioned above, if anything jumps out at me, I will let you know.
Monday, May 19, 2014
Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me, Radio Shows, Search and Replace, Kirtland Warblers and the Buzzard Bash
Well, I think that I have gotten through a whole week of blog entries.. that means that I have successfully started up again. We'll see.
My favorite radio show, Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me, was on again on Saturday (sometimes it's superseded by fund raising.. but that stopped on Friday. Carl Cassell, the famous announcer has retired from announcing and will, instead, be the show's vote counter. Carl's mellifluous voice has been heard for many years and he will still place his voice on the answering machines of show winners.
I will quickly repeat myself about my friend, Pete Mandell, a radio announcer who traveled with me daily on our long trips to Boston University. Even while an under-graduate, Pete had a radio show in New Bedford, from 4 pm to 5:30 pm every day. He used his real name for this show: Pete Mandell; from 5:30 to 6 pm each day, he traveled to neighboring Fall River, where he had a show from 6 pm to 8 pm under the name: Paul Mills. Nobody in those towns knew this was the same person. He even had a rivalry going between the two stations.
I lost touch with Pete for a while, and met him again at a High School reunion, where he confessed to me that he also had another program each day at a Middleborough radio station. I can't remember the name he told me he used for that one.. but I'm sure it had the initials: PM.
Boston University was kind of loose with its attendance requirements, and Pete used to make the rounds of the Boston radio stations and sound studios instead of sitting through boring lectures. Pete had one of most inventive minds of anyone I have ever met, and our daily two hour trips to Boston were really "trips."
This week, after WWDTM, I listened to Radio Lab. Part of the show was spent discussing the Search and Replace function of Word Processors. As we all know, of course, the computer can be set up to look for certain words or phrases, and replace them with other ones. For instance, if you had a long newspaper article that you were writing about Carl Rove (why on earth would you want to?).. and suddenly realized that in the 50 times you wrote his name in the article, you misspelled his first name Karl. Rather than going through word by word, you could set the computer up to scan your article and wherever you found Karl, it would change it to Carl. A nice function to have.
During the program, a couple of examples were mentioned where this function caused unforeseen results:
An author decided to change every reference in his story about lifestyles from "gay" to "homosexual". This was ok, until that part of the story that told about an athlete named "Tyson Gay."
A newspaper decided it was not polite to call newsman Walter Chronkite by just his last name, for example: "In the evening, Chronkite reported on the event." They plugged in instructions, so that everytime Chronkite appeared in a news story, it would be changed to Mr. Chronkite. Well, their ideas about Walter's longevity were greatly exaggerated, and when he died, their obituary said, in part: "In attendance at Mr. Chronkite's funeral, was his wife, Cathy Mr. Chronkite, and his son, Walter, Mr. Chronkite, Jr.
Later in the program, they did a piece on the Kirtland Warbler, a Michigan bird that becomes extinct if it doesn't encounter new tree growth from burnt forests. Conservationists who want to preserve this specie of warbler, arrange for controlled burns. However, as expected, the burns do not always work the way they are planned, and humans and buildings get burned as well. Consequently, some people in Michigan wish the bird would become extinct and root for cowbirds that sneak their eggs into warblers' nests. The warblers are too dumb to recognize the new eggs and resulting gigantic baby birds and feed them while their own fledglings die of malnutrition.
My friend, Ivan Gibbs, knows all about Kirtland Warblers and at coffee break time, he and I and other folks sometimes spent time talking about birds, as well as the Buzzards Bash, that takes place in Hinkley, Ohio each year, when the buzzards come home to roost.
Bye bye, Birdie.
My favorite radio show, Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me, was on again on Saturday (sometimes it's superseded by fund raising.. but that stopped on Friday. Carl Cassell, the famous announcer has retired from announcing and will, instead, be the show's vote counter. Carl's mellifluous voice has been heard for many years and he will still place his voice on the answering machines of show winners.
I will quickly repeat myself about my friend, Pete Mandell, a radio announcer who traveled with me daily on our long trips to Boston University. Even while an under-graduate, Pete had a radio show in New Bedford, from 4 pm to 5:30 pm every day. He used his real name for this show: Pete Mandell; from 5:30 to 6 pm each day, he traveled to neighboring Fall River, where he had a show from 6 pm to 8 pm under the name: Paul Mills. Nobody in those towns knew this was the same person. He even had a rivalry going between the two stations.
I lost touch with Pete for a while, and met him again at a High School reunion, where he confessed to me that he also had another program each day at a Middleborough radio station. I can't remember the name he told me he used for that one.. but I'm sure it had the initials: PM.
Boston University was kind of loose with its attendance requirements, and Pete used to make the rounds of the Boston radio stations and sound studios instead of sitting through boring lectures. Pete had one of most inventive minds of anyone I have ever met, and our daily two hour trips to Boston were really "trips."
This week, after WWDTM, I listened to Radio Lab. Part of the show was spent discussing the Search and Replace function of Word Processors. As we all know, of course, the computer can be set up to look for certain words or phrases, and replace them with other ones. For instance, if you had a long newspaper article that you were writing about Carl Rove (why on earth would you want to?).. and suddenly realized that in the 50 times you wrote his name in the article, you misspelled his first name Karl. Rather than going through word by word, you could set the computer up to scan your article and wherever you found Karl, it would change it to Carl. A nice function to have.
During the program, a couple of examples were mentioned where this function caused unforeseen results:
An author decided to change every reference in his story about lifestyles from "gay" to "homosexual". This was ok, until that part of the story that told about an athlete named "Tyson Gay."
A newspaper decided it was not polite to call newsman Walter Chronkite by just his last name, for example: "In the evening, Chronkite reported on the event." They plugged in instructions, so that everytime Chronkite appeared in a news story, it would be changed to Mr. Chronkite. Well, their ideas about Walter's longevity were greatly exaggerated, and when he died, their obituary said, in part: "In attendance at Mr. Chronkite's funeral, was his wife, Cathy Mr. Chronkite, and his son, Walter, Mr. Chronkite, Jr.
Later in the program, they did a piece on the Kirtland Warbler, a Michigan bird that becomes extinct if it doesn't encounter new tree growth from burnt forests. Conservationists who want to preserve this specie of warbler, arrange for controlled burns. However, as expected, the burns do not always work the way they are planned, and humans and buildings get burned as well. Consequently, some people in Michigan wish the bird would become extinct and root for cowbirds that sneak their eggs into warblers' nests. The warblers are too dumb to recognize the new eggs and resulting gigantic baby birds and feed them while their own fledglings die of malnutrition.
My friend, Ivan Gibbs, knows all about Kirtland Warblers and at coffee break time, he and I and other folks sometimes spent time talking about birds, as well as the Buzzards Bash, that takes place in Hinkley, Ohio each year, when the buzzards come home to roost.
Bye bye, Birdie.
Sunday, May 18, 2014
Beer!
Another nice Sunday.. not too warm, not too cool, just right. These are the kind of days when my grandfather would "go to church on the radio." He would spend his Sunday mornings scanning the dial until he found a service he liked. He would listen to any he could find until the baseball game came on in the afternoon.
He and his friend Joe Cronin would sit in front of the radio, staring at the yellow dial light and experience every game as though they were there, at the ballpark. While they watched, they would do the "beer thing", which I have mentioned before. Under the table on which the radio sat, was sometimes hidden a case of Dawson's Beer.. a locally brewed lager beer. This was not known by my grandmother for many years.. She had been the official piano player for the hymns that were sung at the weekly Temperance Union meetings and she had tried to keep my grandfather away from booze for all of their married years.
While my grandfather and his friend watched and listened to the game, they were also attuned to where my grandmother was located. When she was not nearby, they would each sneak drinks of their beer, which was in cans shaped like bottles, and sometimes bottles shaped like cans.. but never cans shaped like cans, or bottles shaped like bottles... that came many years later. Right now, I'm talking Depression Years (1930's).
When the containers were empty, they would slide the window screen over and throw them down into the alley, 8 or 10 feet below. Over the years, the alley amassed a mountain of empty beer containers, never noticed by my grandmother because my Aunt Marjorie would wash that window when it was needed.
However, one Sunday my grandmother decided to wash the window herself, after my grandfather and Joe had slipped off for a walk in the sun (actually to go to the nearest pub.) As my grandmother leaned out to wash the outside of the window, she saw the pile of containers. I had never heard my grandmother yell like that before, and I sure did not know that she knew all of those cuss words!
Dawson's Beer was brewed in New Bedford, Massachusetts for many years. In the late 1950's I got to taste it "in the rough." While I was finishing my degree at Boston University, I spent my evenings driving a cab in New Bedford. One of my steady customers worked at the brewery and invited me in to have a drink while I waited for him. The potable in question was retrieved from a rusty faucet over a not altogether clean tub. But it apparently ran through refrigeration of some kind and it was cold and GOOD! Of course, today, I would never dream of driving after wetting my beer whistle like that. Times change.
He and his friend Joe Cronin would sit in front of the radio, staring at the yellow dial light and experience every game as though they were there, at the ballpark. While they watched, they would do the "beer thing", which I have mentioned before. Under the table on which the radio sat, was sometimes hidden a case of Dawson's Beer.. a locally brewed lager beer. This was not known by my grandmother for many years.. She had been the official piano player for the hymns that were sung at the weekly Temperance Union meetings and she had tried to keep my grandfather away from booze for all of their married years.
While my grandfather and his friend watched and listened to the game, they were also attuned to where my grandmother was located. When she was not nearby, they would each sneak drinks of their beer, which was in cans shaped like bottles, and sometimes bottles shaped like cans.. but never cans shaped like cans, or bottles shaped like bottles... that came many years later. Right now, I'm talking Depression Years (1930's).
When the containers were empty, they would slide the window screen over and throw them down into the alley, 8 or 10 feet below. Over the years, the alley amassed a mountain of empty beer containers, never noticed by my grandmother because my Aunt Marjorie would wash that window when it was needed.
However, one Sunday my grandmother decided to wash the window herself, after my grandfather and Joe had slipped off for a walk in the sun (actually to go to the nearest pub.) As my grandmother leaned out to wash the outside of the window, she saw the pile of containers. I had never heard my grandmother yell like that before, and I sure did not know that she knew all of those cuss words!
Dawson's Beer was brewed in New Bedford, Massachusetts for many years. In the late 1950's I got to taste it "in the rough." While I was finishing my degree at Boston University, I spent my evenings driving a cab in New Bedford. One of my steady customers worked at the brewery and invited me in to have a drink while I waited for him. The potable in question was retrieved from a rusty faucet over a not altogether clean tub. But it apparently ran through refrigeration of some kind and it was cold and GOOD! Of course, today, I would never dream of driving after wetting my beer whistle like that. Times change.
Saturday, May 17, 2014
Preakness, Yard Sales, Tomato Plants, Walters Art, and Restaurants
What a beautiful day for Baltimore's Preakness! Sunny, 65 degrees, low humidity, and a fast track. Lots of people getting drunk in the infield. A few years ago, the infield was closed to the public because they trashed it. But... the public prevailed, and its once again a playground for the drunks, show-offs, nudists, and nuts of all kinds.. including some folks that are there for the races.
Elaine and I love the races. The last time we were at the racetrack we actually made money.. and the restaurant connected with it serves seafood, the smell of which, will make you ravenous. I wish that I had thought earlier about the Preakness.. I would have treated my kids and their families to it. Of course, then Chris and Kathleen would have to have postponed their yard sale.
The yard sale was probably the best-looking one that I have ever been to. No junk. I bought two opera CD's for $1 each. (I made Chris take the money, he wanted to give them to me. He's a great son!) Cosi van Tutti in English...Hear that? It's Herr Mozart rolling over in his grave. Also, Le Nozze di Figaro... in Italian this time. My copy in VHS is awkward to play.. I have to find a VHS to play it on.... but the CD can be played in our RAV4.
Unfortunately, our RAV4 doesn't have a cassette player, and I think that our next car will only have an MP3 player.. then what do I do?
My next stop was my daughter, Diane's house. She had some great looking tomato plants for me, as well as some flower plants. Now, I need to get my motivation moving and get these things and my Earth Boxes planted. I can't blame the possibility of frost for my inaction any more. I just have to get off of my dead ass. (excuse me for being blunt, but true)
Hey.. good news in downtown Baltimore... the world-famous Walter's Art Gallery has digitized and catalogued 600 works of art that can be now accessed.. including some Mary Cassatt's that haven't been thought of much while they were hidden at the Walters.
Carroll Lutheran Village is having a Mystery Trip next week.. however, the trip is not handicapped accessible so Elaine can't go in her wheelchair. So.. my task is to take her on our own mystery trip at the same time. I have a couple of ideas. There are lots and lots of good restaurants in the Baltimore/DC area. Tomorrow, my three kids and their spouses will accompany us to Baugher's Restaurant in Westminster, Maryland for a nice supper meal. It's a country restaurant and Elaine knows the owner from swimming rehab sessions at Change, Inc.
That's enough for today ...
Elaine and I love the races. The last time we were at the racetrack we actually made money.. and the restaurant connected with it serves seafood, the smell of which, will make you ravenous. I wish that I had thought earlier about the Preakness.. I would have treated my kids and their families to it. Of course, then Chris and Kathleen would have to have postponed their yard sale.
The yard sale was probably the best-looking one that I have ever been to. No junk. I bought two opera CD's for $1 each. (I made Chris take the money, he wanted to give them to me. He's a great son!) Cosi van Tutti in English...Hear that? It's Herr Mozart rolling over in his grave. Also, Le Nozze di Figaro... in Italian this time. My copy in VHS is awkward to play.. I have to find a VHS to play it on.... but the CD can be played in our RAV4.
Unfortunately, our RAV4 doesn't have a cassette player, and I think that our next car will only have an MP3 player.. then what do I do?
My next stop was my daughter, Diane's house. She had some great looking tomato plants for me, as well as some flower plants. Now, I need to get my motivation moving and get these things and my Earth Boxes planted. I can't blame the possibility of frost for my inaction any more. I just have to get off of my dead ass. (excuse me for being blunt, but true)
Hey.. good news in downtown Baltimore... the world-famous Walter's Art Gallery has digitized and catalogued 600 works of art that can be now accessed.. including some Mary Cassatt's that haven't been thought of much while they were hidden at the Walters.
Carroll Lutheran Village is having a Mystery Trip next week.. however, the trip is not handicapped accessible so Elaine can't go in her wheelchair. So.. my task is to take her on our own mystery trip at the same time. I have a couple of ideas. There are lots and lots of good restaurants in the Baltimore/DC area. Tomorrow, my three kids and their spouses will accompany us to Baugher's Restaurant in Westminster, Maryland for a nice supper meal. It's a country restaurant and Elaine knows the owner from swimming rehab sessions at Change, Inc.
That's enough for today ...
Thursday, May 15, 2014
Social Security Alumni Luncheon, Mail Order Scam, Behold I Knock, Goats and Squirrels
Today was a wonderful day. Elaine and I attended the 40th annual reunion luncheon of the Social Security Alumni Association, of which I am the perpetual president. It was great spending time with old and new SSA buddies. Peggy Syzmanski, who works in our office won a $ door prize and then won the 50-50 for more $. Lucky!
We all pigged out on homemade (mostly) desserts, including some sticky little poor excuses for brownies that I made. I bought the mix at Home Goods.. and it was from some foreign company. I should have known better and bought the mix at Giant.
Before I go on, let me tell you about a scam that I thought I could avoid. Mail brochures often arrive with offers that you can't afford to pass up.. once you sign up to get the dirt cheap item, more items (at bigger prices) begin to show up in you mail box. No matter how many of these you send back unopened and no matter how many times you tell them you don't want these items, the companies completely ignore you.
Such was the case when a company offered a book about 1942 for a couple of bucks.. like a dummy, I sent for it.. and it really was a nice book. Along with my payment, I told them not to send me any more. Did they listen? Hell no! A short time later, another book showed up, which I sent back to them unopened. Today, I got a bill for that book, plus another that has never shown up, with a late charge! Shame on me for getting hooked. However, they will never get another cent from me and I will be reminding my policemen and civilian friends at my next TRIAD/SALT meetings about this scam.
So you too will know... the company is Live It Again Books, PO BX 8000, Big Sandy, TX 75755-8000.
I'll be also talking about this scam, as well as others at my crime presentation in June 2014 at Carroll Lutheran Village in Westminster, MD.
Speaking of crime... yesterday the radio announcers at Baltimore's WMAR station were startled to hear someone banging on their locked door, asking to be let in. It was GOD! (or so he said) When he didn't gain entry, he just put his truck in gear and blasted through the door. His beneficence apparently kept him from hitting anyone. I trust that his future cell-mate, Bubba, will be very pleased to make the acquaintance of a demiurge.
The police in Eldersburg, Maryland, are searching for one or two rogue goats which are terrorizing the neighborhood. This deserved a headline in today's Carroll County Times.
Also, a rogue creature, which I suspect to be a squirrel stole the suet feeder which I had chained to my side porch railing (.. could it have been one of the goats instead?) The culprit (or should I say Unsub?) left the feeder under a bush when it couldn't get it open because of wires that I had put around it. However, the rascal did manage to suck most of the suet out through the holes in the holder. I'll have to think of some other way to preserve suet for the birds because I can't have an unknown creature besting me!
Well, I have so much to talk about... and no time left to do so.... hope to see you next time.
We all pigged out on homemade (mostly) desserts, including some sticky little poor excuses for brownies that I made. I bought the mix at Home Goods.. and it was from some foreign company. I should have known better and bought the mix at Giant.
Before I go on, let me tell you about a scam that I thought I could avoid. Mail brochures often arrive with offers that you can't afford to pass up.. once you sign up to get the dirt cheap item, more items (at bigger prices) begin to show up in you mail box. No matter how many of these you send back unopened and no matter how many times you tell them you don't want these items, the companies completely ignore you.
Such was the case when a company offered a book about 1942 for a couple of bucks.. like a dummy, I sent for it.. and it really was a nice book. Along with my payment, I told them not to send me any more. Did they listen? Hell no! A short time later, another book showed up, which I sent back to them unopened. Today, I got a bill for that book, plus another that has never shown up, with a late charge! Shame on me for getting hooked. However, they will never get another cent from me and I will be reminding my policemen and civilian friends at my next TRIAD/SALT meetings about this scam.
So you too will know... the company is Live It Again Books, PO BX 8000, Big Sandy, TX 75755-8000.
I'll be also talking about this scam, as well as others at my crime presentation in June 2014 at Carroll Lutheran Village in Westminster, MD.
Speaking of crime... yesterday the radio announcers at Baltimore's WMAR station were startled to hear someone banging on their locked door, asking to be let in. It was GOD! (or so he said) When he didn't gain entry, he just put his truck in gear and blasted through the door. His beneficence apparently kept him from hitting anyone. I trust that his future cell-mate, Bubba, will be very pleased to make the acquaintance of a demiurge.
The police in Eldersburg, Maryland, are searching for one or two rogue goats which are terrorizing the neighborhood. This deserved a headline in today's Carroll County Times.
Also, a rogue creature, which I suspect to be a squirrel stole the suet feeder which I had chained to my side porch railing (.. could it have been one of the goats instead?) The culprit (or should I say Unsub?) left the feeder under a bush when it couldn't get it open because of wires that I had put around it. However, the rascal did manage to suck most of the suet out through the holes in the holder. I'll have to think of some other way to preserve suet for the birds because I can't have an unknown creature besting me!
Well, I have so much to talk about... and no time left to do so.... hope to see you next time.
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Literature, Non-Profits, and My Brother Joe
Lisa Albin, information person for Carroll Lutheran Village called me this morning in an attempt to assuage me for complaining about the editing of an entry of mine for our Creative Expressions magazine. I had attempted to write a short piece about a former SSA secretary who had been a twin, and how that fact affected many of us at the time of her death. The editing committee decided that my sentences were too short and my spacing too long. I disagreed. I felt that this was the way I wanted it to be.. similar, in my mind, to the work of Norman Mailer or Earnest Hemmingway.
Lisa, a very nice person by the way, suggested that instead of editing, a phrase might be added under the title: ala Earnest Hemmingway.. or: in the style of Norman Mailer. I agreed.
Lisa has also been very successful in getting pictures for CLV into the local paper. However, she did tell me that there is a large backlog of pictures at the paper and it may take a long time to get something published. I have about 7 pictures that I've been waiting to see.
In addition, the local paper has been sold.. so, I expect big changes coming soon in how they handle news and pictures coming in from Non-Profits, speaking of which:
Our Carroll County, Maryland, commissioners (5, count-em), when they are not busily praying and conducting off-County Conservative forums, have granted another $400,000 to be given out to home-schoolers and private-schoolers to cover their non-scholastic expenses. They granted a previous $400,000 last year.. not all of which we're told has been given out yet. Democrat Neil Ridgely was published today questioning this practice of giving out so much money to a Non-Profit.. The "catch-all" non-profit group that handles this money, is run by an honest lady.. but some are concerned that somebody else in her office might consider the temporary usage of that money to be appropriate. I hope not, but $800,000 in available funds might be an enormous temptation. As Bruce Lohr says: There is no crime unless there is an opportunity.
The Non-Profit group is not required to account for the use of the money... can you believe that? We, in TRIAD/SALT for Carroll County, were told once that we could apply to get covered by the CC Non-Profit group, but I could not see any use to that for us unless we decided to expand "big-time" and needed to solicit funds. Our source of expense money comes from the sale of old cell-phones and they do not bring in much money at all.
Change the subject, Joe:
My brother, Joe, who lives in Ohio, turned 78 yesterday. I have a card for him, but I've lost his address again and I don't have his phone number. It's tough to get old! Anyway, a while ago, he sent me a literary "bucket list".. a short list of books and movies to see before dying.
1. Jack London: To Build a Fire
(There are several versions.. I downloaded them all to my Kindle and reread them.)
2. Earnest Hemingway: A Man of the World
(Looking forward to reading it.)
3. Shirley Jackson: The Lottery
(A classic that I enjoyed again recently.)
4. Mark Twain: Literary Offenses of James Fennimore Cooper
(Must be the only MT writing that I haven't read yet.)
5. Movie: Bagdhad Café
(Haven't seen it yet.)
6. Movie: Pritzzi's Honor
(Can't remember it, so maybe I didn't see it yet.)
My brother has great insight when it comes to matters of the mind, so I will make every effort to acquaint myself with these works.
By the way.. a little set of statistics on Baltimore by the Nation magazine (my favorite).
Life expectancy in a not so classy anymore neighborhood: 63
Life expectancy in a still classy neighborhood: 83
Median household income in the first neighborhood: $13,000.
Median household income in the second neighborhood: $90,000.
A worthy goal would be to get a lot of folks FREE educational opportunities, so they can get good, well-paying jobs.. so they can migrate from the first neighborhood to a neighborhood similar to the second. Does anyone in Congress share my view? I don't think so.
Enough!
Lisa, a very nice person by the way, suggested that instead of editing, a phrase might be added under the title: ala Earnest Hemmingway.. or: in the style of Norman Mailer. I agreed.
Lisa has also been very successful in getting pictures for CLV into the local paper. However, she did tell me that there is a large backlog of pictures at the paper and it may take a long time to get something published. I have about 7 pictures that I've been waiting to see.
In addition, the local paper has been sold.. so, I expect big changes coming soon in how they handle news and pictures coming in from Non-Profits, speaking of which:
Our Carroll County, Maryland, commissioners (5, count-em), when they are not busily praying and conducting off-County Conservative forums, have granted another $400,000 to be given out to home-schoolers and private-schoolers to cover their non-scholastic expenses. They granted a previous $400,000 last year.. not all of which we're told has been given out yet. Democrat Neil Ridgely was published today questioning this practice of giving out so much money to a Non-Profit.. The "catch-all" non-profit group that handles this money, is run by an honest lady.. but some are concerned that somebody else in her office might consider the temporary usage of that money to be appropriate. I hope not, but $800,000 in available funds might be an enormous temptation. As Bruce Lohr says: There is no crime unless there is an opportunity.
The Non-Profit group is not required to account for the use of the money... can you believe that? We, in TRIAD/SALT for Carroll County, were told once that we could apply to get covered by the CC Non-Profit group, but I could not see any use to that for us unless we decided to expand "big-time" and needed to solicit funds. Our source of expense money comes from the sale of old cell-phones and they do not bring in much money at all.
Change the subject, Joe:
My brother, Joe, who lives in Ohio, turned 78 yesterday. I have a card for him, but I've lost his address again and I don't have his phone number. It's tough to get old! Anyway, a while ago, he sent me a literary "bucket list".. a short list of books and movies to see before dying.
1. Jack London: To Build a Fire
(There are several versions.. I downloaded them all to my Kindle and reread them.)
2. Earnest Hemingway: A Man of the World
(Looking forward to reading it.)
3. Shirley Jackson: The Lottery
(A classic that I enjoyed again recently.)
4. Mark Twain: Literary Offenses of James Fennimore Cooper
(Must be the only MT writing that I haven't read yet.)
5. Movie: Bagdhad Café
(Haven't seen it yet.)
6. Movie: Pritzzi's Honor
(Can't remember it, so maybe I didn't see it yet.)
My brother has great insight when it comes to matters of the mind, so I will make every effort to acquaint myself with these works.
By the way.. a little set of statistics on Baltimore by the Nation magazine (my favorite).
Life expectancy in a not so classy anymore neighborhood: 63
Life expectancy in a still classy neighborhood: 83
Median household income in the first neighborhood: $13,000.
Median household income in the second neighborhood: $90,000.
A worthy goal would be to get a lot of folks FREE educational opportunities, so they can get good, well-paying jobs.. so they can migrate from the first neighborhood to a neighborhood similar to the second. Does anyone in Congress share my view? I don't think so.
Enough!
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
Summer in May, Hopkins, Baltimore's Washington Monument, Fan Club and Snyder's Willow Grove
Well.. Summer is here already. 85 degrees in Westminster, and 92 in downtown Baltimore, Maryland.
I spent another couple of hours today at the Dermatology Surgery Department of Johns Hopkins Hospital. They covered my eyes so I wouldn't see the blood, as they sliced a cancerous lesion from my right forearm. The cutting and sewing were done with absolutely no pain felt by me. Whatever was incised will be reinterpreted to see if there might be more left to extract....
Leaving the hospital, as usual, I got on the wrong one-way street and had another nice tour of downtown Baltimore. I see that the Washington Monument in Mount Vernon Square (Baltimore, not DC) is enclosed by scaffolding with stairs showing through glass or clear plastic so that the bosses can watch and make sure nobody is goofing off. Maybe not true.. but anyway, the effect is eye-catching, like a piece of modern art.
I was wrong yesterday about DC's Washington Monument. It had been weakened by an earthquake, not by a weather event.
On the way home from Hopkins, I spent a while grocery shopping at Giant. Sometime in the process, I dropped one of my "Joe Vaughan Fan Club" pens. I couldn't find it. I wonder if the sweeper will notice the legend and keep the pen for me to pick up.
When I write these blog entries, I always feel like London's Samuel Pepys, who chronicled everything that happened to him for years. Pepys did not think that anyone would ever read his diary entries, but I think that mine will be read, at least by my son, Chris, who was my first "follower" and an excellent blogger himself.
My medical adventure caused me to miss the monthly gathering of some Social Security Alumni folks at the Tokyo Buffet in Woodlawn. You do not want to miss that place! Indescribable food.. half of which is Oriental and half of which is European. You know an Oriental restaurant is good when a large number of clients are of Oriental extraction.
There is a sad restaurant note though. Because of the recent flooding by the Patapsco River, Snyder's Willow Grove will be closing. This was their 7th flooding over the years and they finally gave up. A shame.. although it wasn't a famous place like Hausners, it did have good food and a loyal clientele. We had our Social Security Alumni functions there for years. However, our members let us know a couple of years ago that they would like to try someplace else for a change.
We tried the Candlelight Inn last year (another classy place), but this year they decided to sell. We finally decided on a place called Bare Bones for this year's annual luncheon. Why don't you join us, we are going to have a lot of fun and you can try my famous brownies (we bring our own desserts.).
I spent another couple of hours today at the Dermatology Surgery Department of Johns Hopkins Hospital. They covered my eyes so I wouldn't see the blood, as they sliced a cancerous lesion from my right forearm. The cutting and sewing were done with absolutely no pain felt by me. Whatever was incised will be reinterpreted to see if there might be more left to extract....
Leaving the hospital, as usual, I got on the wrong one-way street and had another nice tour of downtown Baltimore. I see that the Washington Monument in Mount Vernon Square (Baltimore, not DC) is enclosed by scaffolding with stairs showing through glass or clear plastic so that the bosses can watch and make sure nobody is goofing off. Maybe not true.. but anyway, the effect is eye-catching, like a piece of modern art.
I was wrong yesterday about DC's Washington Monument. It had been weakened by an earthquake, not by a weather event.
On the way home from Hopkins, I spent a while grocery shopping at Giant. Sometime in the process, I dropped one of my "Joe Vaughan Fan Club" pens. I couldn't find it. I wonder if the sweeper will notice the legend and keep the pen for me to pick up.
When I write these blog entries, I always feel like London's Samuel Pepys, who chronicled everything that happened to him for years. Pepys did not think that anyone would ever read his diary entries, but I think that mine will be read, at least by my son, Chris, who was my first "follower" and an excellent blogger himself.
My medical adventure caused me to miss the monthly gathering of some Social Security Alumni folks at the Tokyo Buffet in Woodlawn. You do not want to miss that place! Indescribable food.. half of which is Oriental and half of which is European. You know an Oriental restaurant is good when a large number of clients are of Oriental extraction.
There is a sad restaurant note though. Because of the recent flooding by the Patapsco River, Snyder's Willow Grove will be closing. This was their 7th flooding over the years and they finally gave up. A shame.. although it wasn't a famous place like Hausners, it did have good food and a loyal clientele. We had our Social Security Alumni functions there for years. However, our members let us know a couple of years ago that they would like to try someplace else for a change.
We tried the Candlelight Inn last year (another classy place), but this year they decided to sell. We finally decided on a place called Bare Bones for this year's annual luncheon. Why don't you join us, we are going to have a lot of fun and you can try my famous brownies (we bring our own desserts.).
Monday, May 12, 2014
Back Again!
(This is an unpublished account of my medical problems in 2012 and 2013. Skip it unless you want to hear a boring story. However, members of my family should read it, because of the hereditary information.)
I'm back from fighting leg wounds that would not heal! After spending a while at the local hospital's wound care facility.. it was decided that I would need other eyes to look at my condition and try to figure out why I had a constant 10+ pain level, even with the usual amount of pain killers given to people with bad wounds. So, off I went to the very best hospital in the world (look it up).. Johns Hopkins in Baltimore.
Their first line of attack was to eliminate the constant pain.. which was accomplished with a massive combination of narcotics, high density pain patches and other medications. Once done, they were able to redo all of my prior tests and discovered that the blood going down my legs, was not being returned.. a condition that I discovered was one of my mother's late-life conditions... and is hereditary.
An ablation procedure was prescribed on one of my legs.. that's cauterization of clogged veins.. this was a traumatic experience for me because they treated it as a major procedure rather than a relatively minor procedure that it normally is and gave me serious sedation. My mind did not appreciate the drugs that were applied to keep me sedated and I had a major nightmare type of waking up... I imagined I was in a coffin and a roomful of people were peering down at me and talking. It was so real I had the fun of reliving it (so to speak) over and over for a couple of weeks.
Anyway, I refused to have the second leg done soon... and my major wound care doctor agreed with me and said that I was too old a dude anyway to have the second leg done, but that would not be necessary as long as I did my post-op exercises and such for the rest of my life... this includes the squeezing of my legs by big blue coverings for two hours each day.. and the wearing of tight stockings almost all of the time.
Once my leg condition cleared up, I was very happy and felt good.. however, now I had to go through a couple of months of major withdrawal symptoms from all of the drugs I had become used to. You've heard of these symptoms... so I'm not going to mention them here.. suffice it to say, I was not the nice person I normally am during that time!
I'm back from fighting leg wounds that would not heal! After spending a while at the local hospital's wound care facility.. it was decided that I would need other eyes to look at my condition and try to figure out why I had a constant 10+ pain level, even with the usual amount of pain killers given to people with bad wounds. So, off I went to the very best hospital in the world (look it up).. Johns Hopkins in Baltimore.
Their first line of attack was to eliminate the constant pain.. which was accomplished with a massive combination of narcotics, high density pain patches and other medications. Once done, they were able to redo all of my prior tests and discovered that the blood going down my legs, was not being returned.. a condition that I discovered was one of my mother's late-life conditions... and is hereditary.
An ablation procedure was prescribed on one of my legs.. that's cauterization of clogged veins.. this was a traumatic experience for me because they treated it as a major procedure rather than a relatively minor procedure that it normally is and gave me serious sedation. My mind did not appreciate the drugs that were applied to keep me sedated and I had a major nightmare type of waking up... I imagined I was in a coffin and a roomful of people were peering down at me and talking. It was so real I had the fun of reliving it (so to speak) over and over for a couple of weeks.
Anyway, I refused to have the second leg done soon... and my major wound care doctor agreed with me and said that I was too old a dude anyway to have the second leg done, but that would not be necessary as long as I did my post-op exercises and such for the rest of my life... this includes the squeezing of my legs by big blue coverings for two hours each day.. and the wearing of tight stockings almost all of the time.
Once my leg condition cleared up, I was very happy and felt good.. however, now I had to go through a couple of months of major withdrawal symptoms from all of the drugs I had become used to. You've heard of these symptoms... so I'm not going to mention them here.. suffice it to say, I was not the nice person I normally am during that time!
Mount Vernon and George
Today was a very interesting day. About 50 of us Carroll Lutheran Village folks took a Rill's Company bus to George Washington's home at Mount Vernon, Virginia. The rain held off until 5 pm, so we had nice weather
And guess what? The wheel chair lift worked! I think I have mentioned the problem we had in Philadelphia with the same bus. We froze our fingers working on the lift for two hours until somebody figured out how to work it manually with a pair of pliers.
Also, last week, on an Eyre's Bus to the Maryland State Archives in Annapolis, the lift did not go either up or down. Elaine was first stuck for a while in limbo, until it suddenly worked. Later, it wouldn't work again, and we had to wait for an Eyre's mechanic to drive down from Baltimore to figure out how to get it to work. He never did figure it out, but he did finally get it to go up and at our destination, to go down. Nobody knew why. At least Elaine didn't have to sleep on the bus.
Today, our only bus problem was the narrow seats where one had to suffer painful "cheek separation." Of course, this could be fixed by diet.
At Mount Vernon, we encountered 85,936 children in yellow t-shirts. The shirts each had a long-winded message emblazoned on it's back, that, in effect, outlined a police initiative in the District of Columbia. Plain-clothed (in yellow t-shirts) policemen shepherd underprivileged kids to historical points of interest in the DC area. The operation under which the cops do their fine work is called "Seminole." (I couldn't find anything about it on Google.)
This reminds me of the program in our Carroll County (Maryland) called "Shop With A Cop," where local policemen go with kids to buy them gifts for Christmas. Sargeant Keith Benfer, of the Westminster Police Department, is the main worker on this very noble activity. Keith is a loyal member of our local TRIAD/SALT effort in Carroll County.
I pushed Elaine (uphill) to the Mansion House at Mount Vernon, and we took a look at George Washington's first floor. The second floor was not handicapped accessible. Instead, a docent gave us a book with pictures of the second floor rooms and we sat on George's front porch and looked at it, and at the beautiful view of the Potomac River. The river looks nice and clean now, but I've read that it and the Anacostia River were once quite polluted with DC waste of all kinds.
We also looked in on the slave quarters. Elaine was worried about where female slaves relieved themselves, not seeing any porcelain equipment in the vicinity.
The area abounds with gigantic trees: elm, magnolia, oak, etc. One tree was so fat, it must have been a good size when George was a boy. Of course, we could not see any cherry trees, because little George chopped them all down, or so Parson Weems told us. I'm planning to manage a discussion group session on TRUTH later in the Summer, and I will make sure we talk about little George's honesty.
Our group ate a very nice lunch at the Mount Vernon Inn, right there at the mansion site. Nice ham slices, with skinny string beans, salad and mashed potatoes.. and, of course, a nice slice of cherry pie.
After lunch, we had 2 (count-em 2) hours to spend in either the souvenir shops or the on-site museums. Elaine chose "shop", I chose "museum".. although I did buy 5 books later. The museums outlined George's life.. his early occupation, his military campaigns and his political life. And.. naturally... his TEETH. Not wood, by the way.. we've been lied to. Poor George, his teeth were bad all of his life and kept falling out, so that he had to write to England to get some false ones made out of animal bone and plaster.. hinged on the sides by wire like that used by the Tin Man in OZ.
When he was inaugurated as our first President, George took the oath while trying to hide his last remaining tooth. Mr. President, I know the feeling. I had massive teeth problems in high school that required some false ones to secretly replace bad ones, so that my fellow high-school friends did not notice.
This is probably much more than you would care to know about our trip to our Nation's capitol... except..
Yesterday, the Washington Monument was opened again, after needed repairs because of our bad weather. As we drove along the river, we got a great view of the monument.. as well as a marvelous view of the Lincoln Memorial. Helicopters and jet aircraft were flying through our vista... I thought that air planes were not supposed to fly over DC.
Enough!
And guess what? The wheel chair lift worked! I think I have mentioned the problem we had in Philadelphia with the same bus. We froze our fingers working on the lift for two hours until somebody figured out how to work it manually with a pair of pliers.
Also, last week, on an Eyre's Bus to the Maryland State Archives in Annapolis, the lift did not go either up or down. Elaine was first stuck for a while in limbo, until it suddenly worked. Later, it wouldn't work again, and we had to wait for an Eyre's mechanic to drive down from Baltimore to figure out how to get it to work. He never did figure it out, but he did finally get it to go up and at our destination, to go down. Nobody knew why. At least Elaine didn't have to sleep on the bus.
Today, our only bus problem was the narrow seats where one had to suffer painful "cheek separation." Of course, this could be fixed by diet.
At Mount Vernon, we encountered 85,936 children in yellow t-shirts. The shirts each had a long-winded message emblazoned on it's back, that, in effect, outlined a police initiative in the District of Columbia. Plain-clothed (in yellow t-shirts) policemen shepherd underprivileged kids to historical points of interest in the DC area. The operation under which the cops do their fine work is called "Seminole." (I couldn't find anything about it on Google.)
This reminds me of the program in our Carroll County (Maryland) called "Shop With A Cop," where local policemen go with kids to buy them gifts for Christmas. Sargeant Keith Benfer, of the Westminster Police Department, is the main worker on this very noble activity. Keith is a loyal member of our local TRIAD/SALT effort in Carroll County.
I pushed Elaine (uphill) to the Mansion House at Mount Vernon, and we took a look at George Washington's first floor. The second floor was not handicapped accessible. Instead, a docent gave us a book with pictures of the second floor rooms and we sat on George's front porch and looked at it, and at the beautiful view of the Potomac River. The river looks nice and clean now, but I've read that it and the Anacostia River were once quite polluted with DC waste of all kinds.
We also looked in on the slave quarters. Elaine was worried about where female slaves relieved themselves, not seeing any porcelain equipment in the vicinity.
The area abounds with gigantic trees: elm, magnolia, oak, etc. One tree was so fat, it must have been a good size when George was a boy. Of course, we could not see any cherry trees, because little George chopped them all down, or so Parson Weems told us. I'm planning to manage a discussion group session on TRUTH later in the Summer, and I will make sure we talk about little George's honesty.
Our group ate a very nice lunch at the Mount Vernon Inn, right there at the mansion site. Nice ham slices, with skinny string beans, salad and mashed potatoes.. and, of course, a nice slice of cherry pie.
After lunch, we had 2 (count-em 2) hours to spend in either the souvenir shops or the on-site museums. Elaine chose "shop", I chose "museum".. although I did buy 5 books later. The museums outlined George's life.. his early occupation, his military campaigns and his political life. And.. naturally... his TEETH. Not wood, by the way.. we've been lied to. Poor George, his teeth were bad all of his life and kept falling out, so that he had to write to England to get some false ones made out of animal bone and plaster.. hinged on the sides by wire like that used by the Tin Man in OZ.
When he was inaugurated as our first President, George took the oath while trying to hide his last remaining tooth. Mr. President, I know the feeling. I had massive teeth problems in high school that required some false ones to secretly replace bad ones, so that my fellow high-school friends did not notice.
This is probably much more than you would care to know about our trip to our Nation's capitol... except..
Yesterday, the Washington Monument was opened again, after needed repairs because of our bad weather. As we drove along the river, we got a great view of the monument.. as well as a marvelous view of the Lincoln Memorial. Helicopters and jet aircraft were flying through our vista... I thought that air planes were not supposed to fly over DC.
Enough!
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Mother's Day, Prayer, Hopkins, TB, Education, Health
It's a beautiful Mother's Day... Sun is shining.. temperature is 70 degrees.. very nice!
Elaine's daughter, Emily, and her family, sent Elaine a vase filled with her favorite flowers.. lavender. We might even be able to plant some in our deck garden. They have a smell that Elaine really likes. They are said to calm one's nerves and to allow one to fall asleep fast and have pleasant dreams. I'm all for that.
Last night, I heard some music on A Prairie Home that I really liked. It was by a guy, who I confess, I had never heard of before.. Brad Paisley. One of his songs was a recent creation with a Geologic twist (his hobby): "Your Sub-strata Makes My Lava Flow." It's a crowd-pleaser. I'll have to take a closer look at this guy's music.
It seems as though everybody in the world has heard about some of our County Commissioners and their "looney tunes" activity. One of their adventures was to continue to do "Jesus prayers" at County meetings even though warned not to by a judge. Now, based on the decision by a majority of the Supreme Court in Greece v Galloway, they think that they have no reason at all to stop.
My reading of the situation is that they have misinterpreted the Supreme Court ruling. Now, in Greece (NY) meetings can continue to have "Jesus prayers" because the prayers are given by members of the clergy, and the opportunity to do so is open to clergy of all faiths. This is not the case in Carroll County, Maryland, where the Commissioners themselves do the prayers.
Michael Meyerson of the University of Baltimore wrote a book in 2012 entitled: Endowed by Their Creator; The Birth of Religious Freedom in America. Quoted in the Baltimore Sun today, Mr. Meyerson says that the drafters of the Constitution tried to find language that would pertain to everyone, regardless of their beliefs.
Years ago, when I was President of an AARP Chapter, we opened each meeting with a "Jesus prayer" and everyone thought that was ok except for a couple of people. The person who gave the prayer was a retired preacher who was liked by everybody, so I did nothing about the complaint and never heard anything else from the complainers. I thought: what harm does it do to listen to such a prayer even though you are not a "believer".. just don't participate. Now, based on Greece v Galloway, the prayer practice was within the law. (What do you think?)
Famous public speaker, Cathy Hiebler, confronted the situation very early in her Toastmasters activity. Called upon to emcee and run numerous public functions, she wrote a generic prayer that would be acceptable to people of all faiths. In effect, it calls upon whatever "higher power" or "ethical guide" that one believes in or follows. As far as I know, she has never gotten a complaint about her creation.
Today's Baltimore Sun also has an article about a rally by Johns Hopkins employees who want a raise in salary. I assumed that an organization as well-liked and world famous as Hopkins would pay their employees a living wage. The article mentions persons who must use food stamps to feed their families, while working in a wondrously wealthy place. Surely Hopkins can't afford to lose highly trained and regarded personnel because of money matters. Shame on them!
Good news for the Social Security Administration. The Agency's website: SSA.GOV has gotten great praise for it's clarity. I think it scored second in a survey of Government websites. Steven Patrick gets a "thank you" for pushing the use of "plain language" in the written products of SSA.
Another bit of good news for Baltimore. In 1966, Baltimore had the highest Tuberculosis rate of any large city in the US: 75 per 100,000. But in 2013, the rate had dropped to only 4 in 100,000. The drop resulted, in part, due to an outreach program developed in 1978, whereby nurses would visit patients and watch them take their medication. A simple solution, but apparently very effective.
The Carroll County Times has been having a "forum" for all election candidates in the County. Today they asked candidates for the Board of Education to talk. A friend of mine from Social Security and Toastmasters, Charlie Bud Nason participated. Charlie was and is a gifted analyst and public speaker. While I do not usually agree with his political stance, I'm sure that he would bring some "class" to the Board. Good luck to him.
Finally.. Bottom Line publications report that eggs may reduce high blood pressure, based on the research work of Jianping Wu, PhD, University of Alberta, Canada. Dr. Wu says that egg proteins have effects similar to those of ACE inhibitors, prescription medicines used to treat hypertension. (My question: I eat lots of eggs. Can I throw away my ACE inhibitor prescriptions?)
And.. Dr. Bess Dawson-Hughes of Tufts University, Boston, suggests that we eat 8 to 10 servings of fruit and vegetables daily to preserve muscle mass as we age. (My question: I think that I eat a lot of fruit and vegetables each day, but when I count them up, it usually comes to 6 at the most. How can I increase that?)
Elaine's daughter, Emily, and her family, sent Elaine a vase filled with her favorite flowers.. lavender. We might even be able to plant some in our deck garden. They have a smell that Elaine really likes. They are said to calm one's nerves and to allow one to fall asleep fast and have pleasant dreams. I'm all for that.
Last night, I heard some music on A Prairie Home that I really liked. It was by a guy, who I confess, I had never heard of before.. Brad Paisley. One of his songs was a recent creation with a Geologic twist (his hobby): "Your Sub-strata Makes My Lava Flow." It's a crowd-pleaser. I'll have to take a closer look at this guy's music.
It seems as though everybody in the world has heard about some of our County Commissioners and their "looney tunes" activity. One of their adventures was to continue to do "Jesus prayers" at County meetings even though warned not to by a judge. Now, based on the decision by a majority of the Supreme Court in Greece v Galloway, they think that they have no reason at all to stop.
My reading of the situation is that they have misinterpreted the Supreme Court ruling. Now, in Greece (NY) meetings can continue to have "Jesus prayers" because the prayers are given by members of the clergy, and the opportunity to do so is open to clergy of all faiths. This is not the case in Carroll County, Maryland, where the Commissioners themselves do the prayers.
Michael Meyerson of the University of Baltimore wrote a book in 2012 entitled: Endowed by Their Creator; The Birth of Religious Freedom in America. Quoted in the Baltimore Sun today, Mr. Meyerson says that the drafters of the Constitution tried to find language that would pertain to everyone, regardless of their beliefs.
Years ago, when I was President of an AARP Chapter, we opened each meeting with a "Jesus prayer" and everyone thought that was ok except for a couple of people. The person who gave the prayer was a retired preacher who was liked by everybody, so I did nothing about the complaint and never heard anything else from the complainers. I thought: what harm does it do to listen to such a prayer even though you are not a "believer".. just don't participate. Now, based on Greece v Galloway, the prayer practice was within the law. (What do you think?)
Famous public speaker, Cathy Hiebler, confronted the situation very early in her Toastmasters activity. Called upon to emcee and run numerous public functions, she wrote a generic prayer that would be acceptable to people of all faiths. In effect, it calls upon whatever "higher power" or "ethical guide" that one believes in or follows. As far as I know, she has never gotten a complaint about her creation.
Today's Baltimore Sun also has an article about a rally by Johns Hopkins employees who want a raise in salary. I assumed that an organization as well-liked and world famous as Hopkins would pay their employees a living wage. The article mentions persons who must use food stamps to feed their families, while working in a wondrously wealthy place. Surely Hopkins can't afford to lose highly trained and regarded personnel because of money matters. Shame on them!
Good news for the Social Security Administration. The Agency's website: SSA.GOV has gotten great praise for it's clarity. I think it scored second in a survey of Government websites. Steven Patrick gets a "thank you" for pushing the use of "plain language" in the written products of SSA.
Another bit of good news for Baltimore. In 1966, Baltimore had the highest Tuberculosis rate of any large city in the US: 75 per 100,000. But in 2013, the rate had dropped to only 4 in 100,000. The drop resulted, in part, due to an outreach program developed in 1978, whereby nurses would visit patients and watch them take their medication. A simple solution, but apparently very effective.
The Carroll County Times has been having a "forum" for all election candidates in the County. Today they asked candidates for the Board of Education to talk. A friend of mine from Social Security and Toastmasters, Charlie Bud Nason participated. Charlie was and is a gifted analyst and public speaker. While I do not usually agree with his political stance, I'm sure that he would bring some "class" to the Board. Good luck to him.
Finally.. Bottom Line publications report that eggs may reduce high blood pressure, based on the research work of Jianping Wu, PhD, University of Alberta, Canada. Dr. Wu says that egg proteins have effects similar to those of ACE inhibitors, prescription medicines used to treat hypertension. (My question: I eat lots of eggs. Can I throw away my ACE inhibitor prescriptions?)
And.. Dr. Bess Dawson-Hughes of Tufts University, Boston, suggests that we eat 8 to 10 servings of fruit and vegetables daily to preserve muscle mass as we age. (My question: I think that I eat a lot of fruit and vegetables each day, but when I count them up, it usually comes to 6 at the most. How can I increase that?)
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Vampires, Monsters, Snot and Crosswords
Wait Wait Don't Tell Me reported on a major breakthrough in health matters today: Scientists have found that puny, sickly mice can get their vim and vigor back by drinking the blood of young mice!
Well, we always suspected that vampires owed their long lives to their main source of nutrients, namely.. the yummy blood of chubby young people.
This new information also seems to give us the reason why good "mousers" live long and active lives.
Us old guys with chronic conditions, hoping for recovery and rejuvenation, have looked eagerly for the application of natal stem cells, and now we can also look for sanguine transfusions. We, of course, would not want little babies to suffer from our greedy desires, so some kind of blood-stretching product would need to be developed in the future by our Soylent Green factories, so that toddlers would only lose a small amount of the red stuff at a time (I wonder what Dean Swift would think of this.)
Guess who I saw on TV, up to his old tricks of tearing down whole blocks of buildings? Yes.. the mighty Godzilla has apparently been cloned into a new, more fearsome looking, obese monster. I was looking at an advance trailer for an upcoming movie. From what I saw, it looks like the film makers have been able to use the old Japanese screen footage.
I was interviewed by a young college student last month, as part of her gerontology program. She will be talking to a few of us old folks, to learn what we think about everything. As I rambled on, I noticed that her eyes got glassy.. then it dawned on me.. she had no idea who and what I was talking about. I will not give you an example of the topics, because I liked the girl and don't want to make you think she was not intelligent. It is just part of the age gap.. I don't know things about her milieu, as she doesn't know about mine, although she is trying hard to learn. (But... she has never heard of Godzilla.. and I think that is a good thing!)
There is a little newspaper called The Advocate. It appears in my area each Tuesday and often has news of local interest. Last week, it had an article about a Carroll County Library program with the title: Science of Snot. Children aged 5 through 17 will be able to go "hands on" with the topic. Yuk! Actually, the audience will get to make phony bodily mucus using common household items, and will learn that the materials that they all pick out of their noses and put into their mouths are not bad for them, and actually help them keep harmful germs from endangering their systems.
The Advocate also publishes schedules for some of my organizations (usually, but not always) and includes pictures that I submit (usually, but not always). My only problem with the paper is with the crossword that they publish. Its a nice little puzzle, with old-fashioned clues and answers, and is a nice little diversion for old timers like me. However, directly underneath the puzzle.. is printed the solution. They could at least print it upside down! (I'll talk about this with them.)
Remember! 1. Crossword puzzles should be done in ink;.
2. The Internet is a valid resource to handle obscure clues.
((For instance: Who was the pitcher who struck out only two batters in the 1956 World Series? Now, who the devil would have that information in their head? (I know one guy who would.. George Orange of Social Security fame.) So, go ahead, look it up using Google or Bing or whatever, fill in the answer, and never again worry about it.))
Well, we always suspected that vampires owed their long lives to their main source of nutrients, namely.. the yummy blood of chubby young people.
This new information also seems to give us the reason why good "mousers" live long and active lives.
Us old guys with chronic conditions, hoping for recovery and rejuvenation, have looked eagerly for the application of natal stem cells, and now we can also look for sanguine transfusions. We, of course, would not want little babies to suffer from our greedy desires, so some kind of blood-stretching product would need to be developed in the future by our Soylent Green factories, so that toddlers would only lose a small amount of the red stuff at a time (I wonder what Dean Swift would think of this.)
Guess who I saw on TV, up to his old tricks of tearing down whole blocks of buildings? Yes.. the mighty Godzilla has apparently been cloned into a new, more fearsome looking, obese monster. I was looking at an advance trailer for an upcoming movie. From what I saw, it looks like the film makers have been able to use the old Japanese screen footage.
I was interviewed by a young college student last month, as part of her gerontology program. She will be talking to a few of us old folks, to learn what we think about everything. As I rambled on, I noticed that her eyes got glassy.. then it dawned on me.. she had no idea who and what I was talking about. I will not give you an example of the topics, because I liked the girl and don't want to make you think she was not intelligent. It is just part of the age gap.. I don't know things about her milieu, as she doesn't know about mine, although she is trying hard to learn. (But... she has never heard of Godzilla.. and I think that is a good thing!)
There is a little newspaper called The Advocate. It appears in my area each Tuesday and often has news of local interest. Last week, it had an article about a Carroll County Library program with the title: Science of Snot. Children aged 5 through 17 will be able to go "hands on" with the topic. Yuk! Actually, the audience will get to make phony bodily mucus using common household items, and will learn that the materials that they all pick out of their noses and put into their mouths are not bad for them, and actually help them keep harmful germs from endangering their systems.
The Advocate also publishes schedules for some of my organizations (usually, but not always) and includes pictures that I submit (usually, but not always). My only problem with the paper is with the crossword that they publish. Its a nice little puzzle, with old-fashioned clues and answers, and is a nice little diversion for old timers like me. However, directly underneath the puzzle.. is printed the solution. They could at least print it upside down! (I'll talk about this with them.)
Remember! 1. Crossword puzzles should be done in ink;.
2. The Internet is a valid resource to handle obscure clues.
((For instance: Who was the pitcher who struck out only two batters in the 1956 World Series? Now, who the devil would have that information in their head? (I know one guy who would.. George Orange of Social Security fame.) So, go ahead, look it up using Google or Bing or whatever, fill in the answer, and never again worry about it.))
Friday, May 09, 2014
Hey, I'm Back! Thank You Johns Hopkins!
Well, here I am again. I had to drop off of my blog universe because of a mysterious series of leg wounds that would not heal. It took over a year and lots of narcotic pain killers to get me back to "life" again.
Just think.. I could not lay down for a whole year and I was in pain levels 9 or 10 without medication and in pain levels 5 or 6 even with drugs. Because the drugs were there just to kill the pain and not to get "high", I did not have the usual reactions of a "druggie," and could drive and function more or less like a normal person.
After the local hospital continued to debride (read: cut into, to force healing) my wounds even when it was just making them worse, a change of location to the world-famous Johns Hopkins Hospital was considered and made. I should have done so a lot earlier.
At Hopkins, my life was "resurrected" (appropriately) by a Doctor Lazarus, unquestionably the greatest wound care specialist in the world. He found that I was suffering from an inherited venal problem. Concentrating on fixing veins and not continuing to dig holes in my legs worked to clear up my wounds. Believe me.. I love that man and his extremely competent nursing assistants.
In addition, my partner, Elaine, kept me following the doctor's orders on medication, bandaging, and showing up for many, many appointments 40 miles away at Bayview. She was an excellent nurse, even when I was one grouchy "son of a bitch.' I don't think I would be here today if she hadn't helped me so much.
Let me be clear... debriding usually works for normal wounds, and our local hospital has a very competent wound care staff. However, in my opinion, local hospitals don't get the vastly different types of wounds to care for that would be encountered in a hospital like Hopkins that services patients from all over the world. World famous doctors like Doctor Lazarus are probably found only at World Famous hospitals. We are extremely lucky to have Hopkins nearby as well as other great hospitals like the one attached to the University of Maryland.
And, of course, what about Shock Trauma. Both of my daughters are alive today because of trips to the hospital on Shock Trauma helicopters!
The Great Courses company has a History of Medicine course that I have in my collection. The last chapter of that course concerns the creation of the Johns Hopkins School of Medicine. We owe the establishment of this great institution to the fund-raising activity of Baltimore women, who agreed to fund the school if women would be allowed to study and graduate there. It took lots of years for other medical schools to see the wisdom of what Baltimore male doctors figured out right away.
By the way, I had a cancerous growth removed from my face two weeks ago. It was done by a female doctor who stitched the hole up so that nobody can see where the growth was. I can't believe that a man could do as well. (Does that sound sexist?)
Finally, I would suggest: if you have a wound anywhere on your body that does not heal in a short period of time, visit a wound care center in a hospital.. stick with your local hospital... but... if you do not see improvement in a while, consider Hopkins in Baltimore, Maryland.
Just think.. I could not lay down for a whole year and I was in pain levels 9 or 10 without medication and in pain levels 5 or 6 even with drugs. Because the drugs were there just to kill the pain and not to get "high", I did not have the usual reactions of a "druggie," and could drive and function more or less like a normal person.
After the local hospital continued to debride (read: cut into, to force healing) my wounds even when it was just making them worse, a change of location to the world-famous Johns Hopkins Hospital was considered and made. I should have done so a lot earlier.
At Hopkins, my life was "resurrected" (appropriately) by a Doctor Lazarus, unquestionably the greatest wound care specialist in the world. He found that I was suffering from an inherited venal problem. Concentrating on fixing veins and not continuing to dig holes in my legs worked to clear up my wounds. Believe me.. I love that man and his extremely competent nursing assistants.
In addition, my partner, Elaine, kept me following the doctor's orders on medication, bandaging, and showing up for many, many appointments 40 miles away at Bayview. She was an excellent nurse, even when I was one grouchy "son of a bitch.' I don't think I would be here today if she hadn't helped me so much.
Let me be clear... debriding usually works for normal wounds, and our local hospital has a very competent wound care staff. However, in my opinion, local hospitals don't get the vastly different types of wounds to care for that would be encountered in a hospital like Hopkins that services patients from all over the world. World famous doctors like Doctor Lazarus are probably found only at World Famous hospitals. We are extremely lucky to have Hopkins nearby as well as other great hospitals like the one attached to the University of Maryland.
And, of course, what about Shock Trauma. Both of my daughters are alive today because of trips to the hospital on Shock Trauma helicopters!
The Great Courses company has a History of Medicine course that I have in my collection. The last chapter of that course concerns the creation of the Johns Hopkins School of Medicine. We owe the establishment of this great institution to the fund-raising activity of Baltimore women, who agreed to fund the school if women would be allowed to study and graduate there. It took lots of years for other medical schools to see the wisdom of what Baltimore male doctors figured out right away.
By the way, I had a cancerous growth removed from my face two weeks ago. It was done by a female doctor who stitched the hole up so that nobody can see where the growth was. I can't believe that a man could do as well. (Does that sound sexist?)
Finally, I would suggest: if you have a wound anywhere on your body that does not heal in a short period of time, visit a wound care center in a hospital.. stick with your local hospital... but... if you do not see improvement in a while, consider Hopkins in Baltimore, Maryland.
Friday May 9, 2014
This is my second blog entry since I reappeared after over a year of medical problems. However, my first new entry disappeared when I saved it inappropriately.. or so it seems. I am trying to recover it, but don't hold your breath (the couple of you who read these blogs.)
My congratulations to Anonymous, who is my best customer.. even during my hiatus, Anonymous continued to read and remark on my efforts. Most of the remarks are filled with references to current movie and TV stars, interspersed with ads for Viagra, Alka Seltzer and sleep aids. Nice. I like junk mail.
I may have told you about the time I gave a speech at Toastmasters, in which I voiced my love for junk mail. Guess what? Next month I received a big box of junk mail that my fellow members brought in for me.
Some years ago, computer companies would enclose one dollar bills in junk mail to tempt you to complete survey forms. Haven't received any in years. However, I do get lots and lots of nickels and dimes. I guess these days they feel certain that if you get money in the mail, you will send back bigger amounts of money for their charity. Sorry.. I keep every bit of free stuff I get in my junk mail.
I have hundreds of nice cards for all occasions.. I have pages and pages of return labels.. I have lots of notepads.. several flashlights.. and.. a few weeks ago I got a nice pen with the Niemand Associates name and address on it, and an offer I could not refuse. Pens with a logo for a quarter apiece.
I took the opportunity to order a few hundred, but with "Joe Vaughan Fan Club" emblazoned on them. I thought that this would be a nice gift for the loyal members of my famous club. If anyone from my club is reading this.. let me know if you would like one of these pens.. they really are nice.
I still maintain a post office box in Finksburg, Maryland. This is where most of my junk mail arrives. If you have any you'd like to donate, the address is PO BX 779 zip 21048.
Isn't it funny how our minds work? Zip codes just seem to pop up... and telephone numbers.. and that damned Morse Code translation that goes on all the time in my head. But why can't I remember people's names when I want to? And what happens to things like my hearing aid (which doesn't work anyway) and other important items that I mislay. And of course, I forget to take my pills once in a while. But still, obscure crossword puzzle words pop up when needed. Words that one has never heard used in everyday conversation.
I just read that one of my Social Security friends recently passed away. Harry Ballantyne was a gem of a person. A gentle man. He was another person who shared in my birthday club (February 1st). I think there are only 4 of the original group left.
Harry was the chief Actuary at SSA and a disciple of Bob Ball, as I was. If Congress had listened to Bob Ball and incorporated his ideas, SS would be solvent for the next 100 years.
Rest in peace, Harry!
My congratulations to Anonymous, who is my best customer.. even during my hiatus, Anonymous continued to read and remark on my efforts. Most of the remarks are filled with references to current movie and TV stars, interspersed with ads for Viagra, Alka Seltzer and sleep aids. Nice. I like junk mail.
I may have told you about the time I gave a speech at Toastmasters, in which I voiced my love for junk mail. Guess what? Next month I received a big box of junk mail that my fellow members brought in for me.
Some years ago, computer companies would enclose one dollar bills in junk mail to tempt you to complete survey forms. Haven't received any in years. However, I do get lots and lots of nickels and dimes. I guess these days they feel certain that if you get money in the mail, you will send back bigger amounts of money for their charity. Sorry.. I keep every bit of free stuff I get in my junk mail.
I have hundreds of nice cards for all occasions.. I have pages and pages of return labels.. I have lots of notepads.. several flashlights.. and.. a few weeks ago I got a nice pen with the Niemand Associates name and address on it, and an offer I could not refuse. Pens with a logo for a quarter apiece.
I took the opportunity to order a few hundred, but with "Joe Vaughan Fan Club" emblazoned on them. I thought that this would be a nice gift for the loyal members of my famous club. If anyone from my club is reading this.. let me know if you would like one of these pens.. they really are nice.
I still maintain a post office box in Finksburg, Maryland. This is where most of my junk mail arrives. If you have any you'd like to donate, the address is PO BX 779 zip 21048.
Isn't it funny how our minds work? Zip codes just seem to pop up... and telephone numbers.. and that damned Morse Code translation that goes on all the time in my head. But why can't I remember people's names when I want to? And what happens to things like my hearing aid (which doesn't work anyway) and other important items that I mislay. And of course, I forget to take my pills once in a while. But still, obscure crossword puzzle words pop up when needed. Words that one has never heard used in everyday conversation.
I just read that one of my Social Security friends recently passed away. Harry Ballantyne was a gem of a person. A gentle man. He was another person who shared in my birthday club (February 1st). I think there are only 4 of the original group left.
Harry was the chief Actuary at SSA and a disciple of Bob Ball, as I was. If Congress had listened to Bob Ball and incorporated his ideas, SS would be solvent for the next 100 years.
Rest in peace, Harry!
Saturday, March 03, 2012
1937 Part 1
Sixty-one years ago (that's right) I met a wonderful girl named Elaine. Immediately smitten by her good looks and intelligence, I asked her to be my girlfriend, and 6 years later we were married. We had a wonderful 43 years of marriage, and produced three marvelous children, who are carrying on our "line" with families of their own. Early in this century, Elaine died unexpectedly during a heart bypass operation in Washington, D.C. After a year of grief, I was lucky to meet another Elaine, who has been my partner now for over ten years. This blog entry is related to my first Elaine.
As a 50th birthday gift for my "first Elaine," I ordered a copy of a newspaper that was published on the day she was born in 1937. The ad had said that it would be an original "pristine" copy of a newspaper from the city where she was born. When I opened the package, I found an old, yellowed cut-up copy of a New York Times newspaper.. definitely not The New Bedford Standard Times. It apparently was obtained from some "throw-away" file of some library.. it even had holes on the side, where it had been held in those wooden frames that libraries probably still use today to keep each day's newspapers in an easily readable manner.
Elaine pretended to like the gift. The paper was glanced at and then placed in an obscure corner of the "Vaughan Archives," where it lingered for another 25 years.. until I discovered it again last month.
Now, the pages are even more yellowed and crumbly, but before placing them in the recycling bag, I thought that it might be interesting (at least to me) to learn what the big news was 75 years ago, according to that wonderful institution, The New York Times newspaper, and to make comments, that I am allowed to do now, as the certified "Blogger" that I have become in my old age.
Please remember that I am not as smart or well-read as Dahl Drenning on Pre-World War II conditions, but I'll give it a shot. Also, I'm sure that all of the Times newspapers are online now and can be reviewed by obtaining a digital subscription.. and I, or course, recommend that you do so.
http://www.nytimes.com/
I will divide my 1937 comments into three parts:
1: Life in the United States
2. Life around the World
3. World War II
Life in the United States in 1937
The "Supremes"
No, not the singing group.. but instead, the nine "old timers" serving as Justices on the Supreme Court of the United States. President Franklin D. Roosevelt was frustrated by these old folks and tried to "pack" the court so that he would not get his economic "measures" knocked down by that body. His plan was to get Congressional approval to allow him to add a new Justice for every present member past the age of 70, who refused to retire.
Congressmen said that they were "snowed under" by mail against President Roosevelt's plan, and even Herbert Hoover warned: "Hands off the Supreme Court!" The President did not get his own way on this plan.
The Dust Bowl
Because of a number of factors, including greedy landowners, irrigation problems, droughts, and lack of crop rotation, vast parts of the United States were becoming deserts. The best depiction of the situation was outlined later in Steinbeck's novel: The Grapes of Wrath, and then in the famous movie of the same name.
During 1937, dust-laden snow fell on the corn belt.. snow storms met dust storms.. and crops were destroyed.
Automobiles
Even though Americans were still suffering from the Great Depression, they still continued their love of automobiles. The NY Times had lots of ads for new and used cars. And the prices looked pretty good. For instance: a used 1935 Chevrolet like I had, was offered for an average of $485. (I bought mine in 1952 for $35.. and other than a few problems, like a noisy muffler and damaged wheel bearings.. ran great on 18 cents a gallon gas.)
There was a victory for the working man in 1937.. at least in Michigan.. General Motors (you remember them.. they went bankrupt recently, helped me lose a bunch of money on their stock, and were revitalized to earn their highest profits in 2011...)..well GM recognized the United Automobile Workers of America.
Help Wanted
The NY Times shows lots of Help Wanted ads.. looks like the country is recovering. I liked the following ads, that give some interesting clues about U.S. life in 1937:
"Accountant, assistant, for public accounting firm; considerable prospects, experienced, under 30, good appearance, applications, in own handwriting, must give age, religion, experience in detail and salary required."
"Butler, experience, elderly, white; light, part-time work in exchange room, meals; $5. weekly."
"Puzzle creator, to create cartoon puzzles similar to those now appearing in newspapers; artistic ability not necessary; ...only high type person qualified to earn good salary need apply..."
Speaking of puzzles.. I was pleased to read that the National Puzzlers League held it's 1937 annual convention at the Hotel New Yorker. (I have been a member of the NPL for 38 years.. you can find me there under my "nom" AHAB.)
Real Estate
Lots of homes for sale or rent.. two of which looked like great bargains:
"Hudson River; private waterfront: 10-room house; 1 acre; beautiful flower gardens, fountains, private beach; estate sacrifice: $12,000."
"New Brunswick; 70-acre gentleman's estate; 150-year old Colonial house, charmingly situated; old shade, large brook, rustic bridge skirting on front; outbuildings; large orchard; $12,000: only $3,500 cash."
Society
Folks with money were still around in 1937.. and they and their children liked to keep their peers informed of their activity, such as these headlines that were meant to get attention:
"Nuptials are Held for Frances Story"
"Josephine A. Gibbs becomes afffianced"
"Miss Reade makes debut at a dance"
"Troth announced of Miss Anderson"
I also liked these two classic editorial observations:
"Mrs. Erastus Ketcham of Amityville, gave a large birthday party for herself. She was 96. Mrs. Ketcham is as active as women half her age."
"Mrs. Thomas Sherlin will leave the Pierre today for Aikens, where she will join Mr. Sherlin at their cottage, Green Shingles, to pass the remainer of the Winter."
Radio
Radio was big in 1937. Some of the big name comedy stars were: Jimmy Durante, Bob Hope, and Bert Lahr. In the late evening, listeners tuned in to the following stations which could be reached by New York City residents (some of these are still in existence): WABC, WEVD, WEAF, WMCA, WOR, and WJZ. Late listeners would be treated to sleep-inducing music from the following orchestras:
Pryor Orchestra
Busse Orchestra
Lyman Orchestra
Lopez Orchestra
Barron Orchestra
Brandywine Orchestra
Fitzpatrick Orchestra
Jones Orchestra
Travers Orchestra
I wonder how many, if any, of these orchestras survived the thirties.
During 1937, a new lightweight microphone, called a "salt-shaker" was developed by the Bell Telephone Laboratories. Unlike other "mikes", this one may be mounted on a desk or floor stand, or it may be suspended from the ceiling. This was a big breakthrough for radio.
BTW: does anyone remember "Uncle Don?"
Television
Yes, there was television in 1937. There were a few thousand viewers in the NYC area. It must have been nice to have no "sitcoms".
Theater
There was a big theater following in 1937, as there is now.. and some of the plays are still being produced, either as originally given or in updated versions.
The Yiddish Folks Theatre on 12th Street and 2nd Avenue was giving sell-out performances of a "real Yiddish Operetta" called: The Galician Rabbi.
Movies
I think that you can "google" 1937 movies and see the names of all of them, but the best one might be "It Happened One Night" with Clark Gable and Claudette Colbert.. it came out in 1934, but was still a "hit" in 1937. Another great one was "Modern Times" with Charlie Chaplin, that came out in 1936.
http://moderntimes.com/palace/chaplin
Opera
Opera continued to be big, even in the Depression. The "Met" was the place where all great or would-be great opera stars wanted to perform. Evening prices ranged from 50 cents to $2!
It was interesting to me to read that Mussolini had arranged cheap Saturday matinees (Sabato Teatrale) so that "the little man" could afford theater and opera. For 10 cents, that little guy could see the same show in the afternoon that costs $5 to see in the evening.
BTW: "The Metropolitan Opera House is probably the only theatre in the Broadwaysector with a bar, and it does a thriving business. The most popular drink is Scotch and soda."
As one might expect, beer and wine were not purchased anywhere near as much.
Other Items of Interest
You,too, can learn to dance like Fred and Ginger.
(Henny Youngman jokes: "I learned dancing from Arthur Murray. Later, I found it was more fun with a girl.)
Do you play the piano?
Want to travel to Boston? You can't beat this price!
New Traffic Code
A new set of traffic rules went into effect in February 1937:
No turns, left or right are permitted on red lights..unless you have an arrow or a sign, or a policeman pointing in that direction.
No movement is permitted during the "dark" period when traffic lights are changing color. (Did they have different lights in those days?)
No driving more than 15 mph over the speed limit (called "Dangerous Driving).
No weaving in and out of traffic (called "Dangerous Driving).
(Other rules from December 1936:)
General speed limit of 25 mph.
No more "car-watching" racket. (?)
No more taxicab jockey evil"... (?)
No more "highway sales to motorists by street hawkers"... (?)
(I know how bad it is to drive in New York City now.. it must have been "pure hell" in 1937.)
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Please join me next time for Part 2: Life Around the World in 1937.
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As a 50th birthday gift for my "first Elaine," I ordered a copy of a newspaper that was published on the day she was born in 1937. The ad had said that it would be an original "pristine" copy of a newspaper from the city where she was born. When I opened the package, I found an old, yellowed cut-up copy of a New York Times newspaper.. definitely not The New Bedford Standard Times. It apparently was obtained from some "throw-away" file of some library.. it even had holes on the side, where it had been held in those wooden frames that libraries probably still use today to keep each day's newspapers in an easily readable manner.
Elaine pretended to like the gift. The paper was glanced at and then placed in an obscure corner of the "Vaughan Archives," where it lingered for another 25 years.. until I discovered it again last month.
Now, the pages are even more yellowed and crumbly, but before placing them in the recycling bag, I thought that it might be interesting (at least to me) to learn what the big news was 75 years ago, according to that wonderful institution, The New York Times newspaper, and to make comments, that I am allowed to do now, as the certified "Blogger" that I have become in my old age.
Please remember that I am not as smart or well-read as Dahl Drenning on Pre-World War II conditions, but I'll give it a shot. Also, I'm sure that all of the Times newspapers are online now and can be reviewed by obtaining a digital subscription.. and I, or course, recommend that you do so.
http://www.nytimes.com/
I will divide my 1937 comments into three parts:
1: Life in the United States
2. Life around the World
3. World War II
Life in the United States in 1937
The "Supremes"
No, not the singing group.. but instead, the nine "old timers" serving as Justices on the Supreme Court of the United States. President Franklin D. Roosevelt was frustrated by these old folks and tried to "pack" the court so that he would not get his economic "measures" knocked down by that body. His plan was to get Congressional approval to allow him to add a new Justice for every present member past the age of 70, who refused to retire.
Congressmen said that they were "snowed under" by mail against President Roosevelt's plan, and even Herbert Hoover warned: "Hands off the Supreme Court!" The President did not get his own way on this plan.
The Dust Bowl
Because of a number of factors, including greedy landowners, irrigation problems, droughts, and lack of crop rotation, vast parts of the United States were becoming deserts. The best depiction of the situation was outlined later in Steinbeck's novel: The Grapes of Wrath, and then in the famous movie of the same name.
During 1937, dust-laden snow fell on the corn belt.. snow storms met dust storms.. and crops were destroyed.
Automobiles
Even though Americans were still suffering from the Great Depression, they still continued their love of automobiles. The NY Times had lots of ads for new and used cars. And the prices looked pretty good. For instance: a used 1935 Chevrolet like I had, was offered for an average of $485. (I bought mine in 1952 for $35.. and other than a few problems, like a noisy muffler and damaged wheel bearings.. ran great on 18 cents a gallon gas.)
There was a victory for the working man in 1937.. at least in Michigan.. General Motors (you remember them.. they went bankrupt recently, helped me lose a bunch of money on their stock, and were revitalized to earn their highest profits in 2011...)..well GM recognized the United Automobile Workers of America.
Help Wanted
The NY Times shows lots of Help Wanted ads.. looks like the country is recovering. I liked the following ads, that give some interesting clues about U.S. life in 1937:
"Accountant, assistant, for public accounting firm; considerable prospects, experienced, under 30, good appearance, applications, in own handwriting, must give age, religion, experience in detail and salary required."
"Butler, experience, elderly, white; light, part-time work in exchange room, meals; $5. weekly."
"Puzzle creator, to create cartoon puzzles similar to those now appearing in newspapers; artistic ability not necessary; ...only high type person qualified to earn good salary need apply..."
Speaking of puzzles.. I was pleased to read that the National Puzzlers League held it's 1937 annual convention at the Hotel New Yorker. (I have been a member of the NPL for 38 years.. you can find me there under my "nom" AHAB.)
Real Estate
Lots of homes for sale or rent.. two of which looked like great bargains:
"Hudson River; private waterfront: 10-room house; 1 acre; beautiful flower gardens, fountains, private beach; estate sacrifice: $12,000."
"New Brunswick; 70-acre gentleman's estate; 150-year old Colonial house, charmingly situated; old shade, large brook, rustic bridge skirting on front; outbuildings; large orchard; $12,000: only $3,500 cash."
Society
Folks with money were still around in 1937.. and they and their children liked to keep their peers informed of their activity, such as these headlines that were meant to get attention:
"Nuptials are Held for Frances Story"
"Josephine A. Gibbs becomes afffianced"
"Miss Reade makes debut at a dance"
"Troth announced of Miss Anderson"
I also liked these two classic editorial observations:
"Mrs. Erastus Ketcham of Amityville, gave a large birthday party for herself. She was 96. Mrs. Ketcham is as active as women half her age."
"Mrs. Thomas Sherlin will leave the Pierre today for Aikens, where she will join Mr. Sherlin at their cottage, Green Shingles, to pass the remainer of the Winter."
Radio
Radio was big in 1937. Some of the big name comedy stars were: Jimmy Durante, Bob Hope, and Bert Lahr. In the late evening, listeners tuned in to the following stations which could be reached by New York City residents (some of these are still in existence): WABC, WEVD, WEAF, WMCA, WOR, and WJZ. Late listeners would be treated to sleep-inducing music from the following orchestras:
Pryor Orchestra
Busse Orchestra
Lyman Orchestra
Lopez Orchestra
Barron Orchestra
Brandywine Orchestra
Fitzpatrick Orchestra
Jones Orchestra
Travers Orchestra
I wonder how many, if any, of these orchestras survived the thirties.
During 1937, a new lightweight microphone, called a "salt-shaker" was developed by the Bell Telephone Laboratories. Unlike other "mikes", this one may be mounted on a desk or floor stand, or it may be suspended from the ceiling. This was a big breakthrough for radio.
BTW: does anyone remember "Uncle Don?"
Television
Yes, there was television in 1937. There were a few thousand viewers in the NYC area. It must have been nice to have no "sitcoms".
Theater
There was a big theater following in 1937, as there is now.. and some of the plays are still being produced, either as originally given or in updated versions.
The Yiddish Folks Theatre on 12th Street and 2nd Avenue was giving sell-out performances of a "real Yiddish Operetta" called: The Galician Rabbi.
Movies
I think that you can "google" 1937 movies and see the names of all of them, but the best one might be "It Happened One Night" with Clark Gable and Claudette Colbert.. it came out in 1934, but was still a "hit" in 1937. Another great one was "Modern Times" with Charlie Chaplin, that came out in 1936.
http://moderntimes.com/palace/chaplin
Opera
Opera continued to be big, even in the Depression. The "Met" was the place where all great or would-be great opera stars wanted to perform. Evening prices ranged from 50 cents to $2!
It was interesting to me to read that Mussolini had arranged cheap Saturday matinees (Sabato Teatrale) so that "the little man" could afford theater and opera. For 10 cents, that little guy could see the same show in the afternoon that costs $5 to see in the evening.
BTW: "The Metropolitan Opera House is probably the only theatre in the Broadwaysector with a bar, and it does a thriving business. The most popular drink is Scotch and soda."
As one might expect, beer and wine were not purchased anywhere near as much.
Other Items of Interest
You,too, can learn to dance like Fred and Ginger.
(Henny Youngman jokes: "I learned dancing from Arthur Murray. Later, I found it was more fun with a girl.)
Do you play the piano?
Want to travel to Boston? You can't beat this price!
New Traffic Code
A new set of traffic rules went into effect in February 1937:
No turns, left or right are permitted on red lights..unless you have an arrow or a sign, or a policeman pointing in that direction.
No movement is permitted during the "dark" period when traffic lights are changing color. (Did they have different lights in those days?)
No driving more than 15 mph over the speed limit (called "Dangerous Driving).
No weaving in and out of traffic (called "Dangerous Driving).
(Other rules from December 1936:)
General speed limit of 25 mph.
No more "car-watching" racket. (?)
No more taxicab jockey evil"... (?)
No more "highway sales to motorists by street hawkers"... (?)
(I know how bad it is to drive in New York City now.. it must have been "pure hell" in 1937.)
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Please join me next time for Part 2: Life Around the World in 1937.
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Sunday, February 12, 2012
That's no bull!
All of my life, I have been intrigued by cows. In fact, there is no time that I can remember when I have not opened the car window and called "MOO!" to my friends grazing in a farmer's field. However, did you know that cows speak foreign languages? That's right.. in France, cows say: "MOI!" and in Poland, they say: "OOM!"
Once, my daughter Diane mentioned that she liked cows too, and from that point on, whenever anyone tried to think of a gift for her.. they got her some form of a cow.
Diane worked for a large purveyor of foodstuffs, including milk, and had a role to play each year in their massive display of available wholesale items. She elicited my help one year.. and I was allowed to draw white lines on the mustache areas of good-natured attendees and take pictures for the famous "Got Milk?" program. Lots of fun.
I've always thought there was something mystical about cows, and recently I found out that I was right. In reading an eye-opening book titled "Beef" by Andrew Rimas and Evan D. G. Fraser, I came across the following quote from The Prose Edda (Norse Creation Myth):
"Then said Gangleri: 'Where dwelt Ymir, or wherein did he find sustenance?' Haerr answered: 'Straightway after the rime dripped, there sprang from it the cow called Audumla; four streams of milk
ran from her udders, and she nourished Ymir.'
Then asked Gangleri: 'Wherewithal was the cow nourished?' And Haerr made answer: 'She licked the ice-blocks, which were salty; and the first day that she licked the blocks, there came forth from the blocks in the evening a man's hair; the second day, a man's head; the third day, the whole man was there.'"
Cows are considered sacred in India. To quote an interesting excerpt from "God's Lunatics" by Michael Largo:
"From ancient times, Indians considered cows as a symbol of wealth and providers of life-sustaining milk. In Hinduism, the cow's sacred status is tied to the religion's story of creation: Lord Krishna, an important figure in Hindu mythology was reincarnated five thousand years ago as a cowherd. Coming back through reincarnation as a cow in India would be a positive turn, since the animals are treated with the rank of the highest Brahmin priests.
Feeding a cow in India is considered good luck, but injuring or killing one is still a criminal offense. The cow remains a representation of generosity and motherhood; in 2008, a population of more than 200 million Indian holy bovine roamed the countryside and city streets. If you step in cow dung it's still thought of as a blessed omen, and Indian cowpies are believed to have antiseptic qualities as effective as any industrial-strength disinfectant."
Cows are helping out in lots of other ways. For instance, if it wasn't for the aorta from a friendly cow, Robin Williams would not be making jokes today.
Sadly though, I've been informed that "house licking" is not covered by some insurance policies.
Ah.. oh yes, it will be Valentine's Day shortly, and there is a great website that combines love items and items of our love (namely: cows). Take a look:
http://www.simplybovine.com/Valentinesday.php
At that site, you can also find some "cow jokes," such as:
Q. What do you call a cow with no legs?
A. Ground beef.
Q. What do you call a cow that has just given birth?
A. Decalfinated.
If you GOOGLE "cow jokes" you will discover that there are a number of sites devoted to such. Meanwhile, to close out, here are a few classics from my files:
Q. Why do cows wear bells?
A. Because their horns don't work.
Q. Why did the cow jump over the moon?
A. Because the farmer had cold hands.
Two cows were browsing in a farmer's field. One says: "MOO!"
The other says: "Hey! I was just going to say the same thing!"
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Once, my daughter Diane mentioned that she liked cows too, and from that point on, whenever anyone tried to think of a gift for her.. they got her some form of a cow.
Diane worked for a large purveyor of foodstuffs, including milk, and had a role to play each year in their massive display of available wholesale items. She elicited my help one year.. and I was allowed to draw white lines on the mustache areas of good-natured attendees and take pictures for the famous "Got Milk?" program. Lots of fun.
I've always thought there was something mystical about cows, and recently I found out that I was right. In reading an eye-opening book titled "Beef" by Andrew Rimas and Evan D. G. Fraser, I came across the following quote from The Prose Edda (Norse Creation Myth):
"Then said Gangleri: 'Where dwelt Ymir, or wherein did he find sustenance?' Haerr answered: 'Straightway after the rime dripped, there sprang from it the cow called Audumla; four streams of milk
ran from her udders, and she nourished Ymir.'
Then asked Gangleri: 'Wherewithal was the cow nourished?' And Haerr made answer: 'She licked the ice-blocks, which were salty; and the first day that she licked the blocks, there came forth from the blocks in the evening a man's hair; the second day, a man's head; the third day, the whole man was there.'"
Cows are considered sacred in India. To quote an interesting excerpt from "God's Lunatics" by Michael Largo:
"From ancient times, Indians considered cows as a symbol of wealth and providers of life-sustaining milk. In Hinduism, the cow's sacred status is tied to the religion's story of creation: Lord Krishna, an important figure in Hindu mythology was reincarnated five thousand years ago as a cowherd. Coming back through reincarnation as a cow in India would be a positive turn, since the animals are treated with the rank of the highest Brahmin priests.
Feeding a cow in India is considered good luck, but injuring or killing one is still a criminal offense. The cow remains a representation of generosity and motherhood; in 2008, a population of more than 200 million Indian holy bovine roamed the countryside and city streets. If you step in cow dung it's still thought of as a blessed omen, and Indian cowpies are believed to have antiseptic qualities as effective as any industrial-strength disinfectant."
Cows are helping out in lots of other ways. For instance, if it wasn't for the aorta from a friendly cow, Robin Williams would not be making jokes today.
Sadly though, I've been informed that "house licking" is not covered by some insurance policies.
Ah.. oh yes, it will be Valentine's Day shortly, and there is a great website that combines love items and items of our love (namely: cows). Take a look:
http://www.simplybovine.com/Valentinesday.php
At that site, you can also find some "cow jokes," such as:
Q. What do you call a cow with no legs?
A. Ground beef.
Q. What do you call a cow that has just given birth?
A. Decalfinated.
If you GOOGLE "cow jokes" you will discover that there are a number of sites devoted to such. Meanwhile, to close out, here are a few classics from my files:
Q. Why do cows wear bells?
A. Because their horns don't work.
Q. Why did the cow jump over the moon?
A. Because the farmer had cold hands.
Two cows were browsing in a farmer's field. One says: "MOO!"
The other says: "Hey! I was just going to say the same thing!"
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Monday, January 23, 2012
There is no joy in Charm City!
This is a sad day for those Baltimoreans who were expecting to make a long-overdue trip to the Super Bowl this year. The Ravens lost a tough one to the Patriots. I'm sure my Massachusetts relatives are dancing in the streets... while my Maryland relatives are crying in their beer. Such is life.. there's always next year, guys.
Meanwhile, life (and death) go on.
01. Football Father Figure Fades Away.
Joe Paterno died yesterday. On the same day that he died, one of the FM stations aired a mini-interview with him.. again about him and Sandusky. (Did you "out-of'-towners" know that one of Baltimore's TV sportscasters is named Jerry Sandusky.. and of course you can guess that his life has not been the same recently.)
02. Media Exposure?
A 47 year old Catholic Priest was recently arrested for sitting in a "shop movie theater" (whatever that is), naked from the waist down. His Bishop, in this instance, did the right thing and removed him from his post in a Baltimore County church.
... segue to nudist jokes:
a. At a nude wedding, the best man is not always the best man.
b. At a nude wedding, where does the best man hide the wedding ring?
(Sorry about that)
03. The Newt wins big in South Carolina.
Democrats are celebrating!
04. Romney goes on the attack!
"Mitt" is going after "Newt" at last. Democrats are worried.
05. Oprah is crowned Queen!
At a major book event in India, all eyes turned to Oprah Winfrey, our queen. Crowds cheered her and followed her around, completely ignoring a "real" queen who was also in attendance. Maybe Oprah will run as Newt's running mate. However, based on some dumb things that Newt has said in the past, he probably thinks that billionaire Oprah is receiving food stamps.
06. Don't mess with Maryland women!
(Oprah worked for Channel 13 in Baltimore for several years.)
A lady in Chestertown, Maryland got mad because a male friend would not admit that he owed her ten dollars... so, she threw drain cleaner in his eyes and blinded him.
07. Priorities
I just read where the CEO's of our major religious organizations all have the following schedule of allegiance:
Christian First
American Second
I wonder if any of the upcoming debate questioners would ask a question about that. How would the candidates answer? BTW our founding fathers were almost all Deists.
08. Jim Hightower sez:
I've written about gadfly Hightower before. He claims that "Dubya" (as he calls him), when asked what Americans should do at 911 time, said: "Go out and shop!"
Jim picks on lots of "airheads" regardless of Political Affiliation.
09. Immortality
As some people have noticed, first class postage became 45 cents a couple of days ago. Elaine asked me to get a lot of 44 cents "Forever" stamps before time ran out. Our Post Office only had commemorative stamps left. But so what.. they work. From now on, all first class stamps will be "Forever". Isn't that nice to know? I remember when I could send a first class letter for (hold your breath) THREE CENTS! And, at the same time, we got 2 (count'em) TWO MAIL DELIVERIES EACH DAY! (Boy, am I old.)
10. Father, Are you a Chaplain in the Navy?
That's the question a lady posed to the Priest mentioned above.. when he said "No".. she said: "That's funny because I can see your navel."
(gasp!)
Jiri Hulcr, PhD, says that the human belly button is filled with lots and lots of strange bacteria. He is connected to the Belly Button Biodiversity Project.
http://www.wildlifeofyourbody.org/
11. They're still at it!
Those wacko religiosos from the Westboro Baptist Church in Topeka, Kansas, have announced plans to picket the funeral of Virginia Tech Police Officer Deriek Croused. College students have been advised not to talk to them or acknowledge their presence. The 40 members of that church are all related and must share similar idiocy genes.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Westboro_Baptist_Church
12. Co-bed education?
In the fall of 2012, Towson (Maryland) University will be establishing "gender-neutral" housing options open to students in two dormitories (Halls). Are frat houses and sorority houses now "gender-neutral", other than on weekends? My, how times have changed. In my day, we had to live in "gender-specialized" caves and write our homework in cuneiform characters on flat rocks.
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Enough!
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Meanwhile, life (and death) go on.
01. Football Father Figure Fades Away.
Joe Paterno died yesterday. On the same day that he died, one of the FM stations aired a mini-interview with him.. again about him and Sandusky. (Did you "out-of'-towners" know that one of Baltimore's TV sportscasters is named Jerry Sandusky.. and of course you can guess that his life has not been the same recently.)
02. Media Exposure?
A 47 year old Catholic Priest was recently arrested for sitting in a "shop movie theater" (whatever that is), naked from the waist down. His Bishop, in this instance, did the right thing and removed him from his post in a Baltimore County church.
... segue to nudist jokes:
a. At a nude wedding, the best man is not always the best man.
b. At a nude wedding, where does the best man hide the wedding ring?
(Sorry about that)
03. The Newt wins big in South Carolina.
Democrats are celebrating!
04. Romney goes on the attack!
"Mitt" is going after "Newt" at last. Democrats are worried.
05. Oprah is crowned Queen!
At a major book event in India, all eyes turned to Oprah Winfrey, our queen. Crowds cheered her and followed her around, completely ignoring a "real" queen who was also in attendance. Maybe Oprah will run as Newt's running mate. However, based on some dumb things that Newt has said in the past, he probably thinks that billionaire Oprah is receiving food stamps.
06. Don't mess with Maryland women!
(Oprah worked for Channel 13 in Baltimore for several years.)
A lady in Chestertown, Maryland got mad because a male friend would not admit that he owed her ten dollars... so, she threw drain cleaner in his eyes and blinded him.
07. Priorities
I just read where the CEO's of our major religious organizations all have the following schedule of allegiance:
Christian First
American Second
I wonder if any of the upcoming debate questioners would ask a question about that. How would the candidates answer? BTW our founding fathers were almost all Deists.
08. Jim Hightower sez:
I've written about gadfly Hightower before. He claims that "Dubya" (as he calls him), when asked what Americans should do at 911 time, said: "Go out and shop!"
Jim picks on lots of "airheads" regardless of Political Affiliation.
09. Immortality
As some people have noticed, first class postage became 45 cents a couple of days ago. Elaine asked me to get a lot of 44 cents "Forever" stamps before time ran out. Our Post Office only had commemorative stamps left. But so what.. they work. From now on, all first class stamps will be "Forever". Isn't that nice to know? I remember when I could send a first class letter for (hold your breath) THREE CENTS! And, at the same time, we got 2 (count'em) TWO MAIL DELIVERIES EACH DAY! (Boy, am I old.)
10. Father, Are you a Chaplain in the Navy?
That's the question a lady posed to the Priest mentioned above.. when he said "No".. she said: "That's funny because I can see your navel."
(gasp!)
Jiri Hulcr, PhD, says that the human belly button is filled with lots and lots of strange bacteria. He is connected to the Belly Button Biodiversity Project.
http://www.wildlifeofyourbody.org/
11. They're still at it!
Those wacko religiosos from the Westboro Baptist Church in Topeka, Kansas, have announced plans to picket the funeral of Virginia Tech Police Officer Deriek Croused. College students have been advised not to talk to them or acknowledge their presence. The 40 members of that church are all related and must share similar idiocy genes.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Westboro_Baptist_Church
12. Co-bed education?
In the fall of 2012, Towson (Maryland) University will be establishing "gender-neutral" housing options open to students in two dormitories (Halls). Are frat houses and sorority houses now "gender-neutral", other than on weekends? My, how times have changed. In my day, we had to live in "gender-specialized" caves and write our homework in cuneiform characters on flat rocks.
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Enough!
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Saturday, January 07, 2012
Religious Views
I can't believe that it has been over a month since I updated this blog. I'll catch up by talking about Religion today. I feel qualified to talk about that subject because I have been involved with a number of religions over the years (like Newt Gingrich?.. no, not quite like him). I have been a Quaker, a Baptist, and an Atheist (among others). My late wife was a Catholic and my kids were brought up as such. My current partner is a Lutheran and I live in a community sponsored by that church. I suspect that I am still considered a minister in the Church of the Modern Apostles, and I consider myself to be kind of an agnostic Deist at the moment.. having been a computer programmer for many years, I seem to understand how a Demiurge might work.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demiurge
Some of the most hypocritical people I have ever met were ordained ministers and priests. Some of the least hypocritical people I have ever met were ordained ministers and priests. I respect the rabbis and imams that I have met. I do not like "yellow pages" that show only Christian businesses. I do not think it was proper for Lowes to discontinue advertising on a "Muslim-related" reality show. I know some wonderful people who do not conform to stereotypical male/female roles.
There you have it. I've bared a lot of my soul. As a member of the Toastmasters organization, you are taught to never use sex, politics or religion as a subject of a speech. Baloney! Those are the things that most people are interested in. So.. here it goes with religion, I'll get back to the other two subjects in another blog entry:
Always start with a joke:
My friend, Sid Simon sez: A little boy was looking through a family Bible and a leaf fell out that had been pressed. His mother asked: "What is that?" The boy replied: "I think it's Adam's underwear."
Roger Williams
I was surprised to read in the Smithsonian Magazine that "breakaway religion" guy and founder of Rhode Island, Roger Williams, in the last years of his life, worshipped at no church at all. He had fought all of his life to allow everyone to worship as they pleased, and concluded finally that God's will was better interpreted by individuals than by institutions. (Sounds like the theory of the Church of the Modern Apostles.)
Thomas Jefferson
President Jefferson and several of the other founding fathers were Deists and convinced that there was that Demiurge I mentioned above. Jefferson did feel that the teachings of Jesus were important and wrote The Jefferson Bible, The Life and Morals of Jesus of Nazareth. Beacon Press of Boston published a beautifully crafted copy of this work. I bought my copy in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania at a Civil War book store.
TWITTER?
I hear that even Ruppert Murdoch is now tweeting. Does Pope Benedict tweet? I had heard that the Vatican has a Facebook presence. I went to Facebook and found POPE2YOU, a very interesting site for all persons with a religious interest.
Ecumenical?
In July of 2007, the Pope declared that Roman Catholicism is the only "real" Christian religion. He said that Protestant churches "cannot be called 'churches' in the proper sense." Hmmm.
Liturgical update?
I recently attended a memorial mass for a friend and was surprised to read a document to be followed during the mass. It outlined changes approved this year by Catholic Bishops. For instance:
1: Old Text:
Priest: "The Lord be with you." People: "And also with you."
New Text:
Priest: "The Lord be with you." People: "And also with your spirit."
2: Old Text:
"Glory to God in the highest, and peace to his people on earth."
New Text:
"Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace to people of good will."
(I like the old text better.. it had a definite pleasant flow and rhythm that the new text does not.)
3: Old Text: (Nicene Creed)
"We believe..."
New Text:
"I believe..."
It was tough for us non-Catholics to get used to the non-Latin mass. Now we'll have to get used to the new-English mass.
Converts?
I read where there are now 77 million members of the Anglican Church that was created by Henry VIII because of a snit with Rome over his desire to dump his wife and marry his mistress. I also read that there is a schism developing among Anglicans over the election of women and gay bishops.. and the condoning of same-sex unions.
To capitalize on this, the Vatican is making it easier for Anglicans to "come home" to the Catholic church. In fact, they will even be accepting married Anglican priests and seminarians. (I thought that this was the case already..?)
Related Catholic stories on my blog:
If you are so inclined, you could do a search of this blog for a few religion-related stories:
Priest's dog attacks Joe.. "You ain't Catholic, are you?"
Same attack dog and Priest elope with our baby-sitter.
Joe takes Catholic in-laws up ladder and into the Choir Loft.
Joe grabs wife and runs out of church at wedding.
Future father-in-law yells: "He's not Catholic!!"
A religious story in the news:
Two muslim teen-agers were recently arrested in the U.S. for painting burkas on the posters of women thought by them to be "immodest". They received probation and a fine.
The End of the World:
End of World: 1998: Henry Hall predicted that the world would end in 1998 because 666 + 666 + 666 "equals 1998, you computer dummies!"
End of World: 2008: The Lord's Witnesses also use convoluted numerology to predict the end on March 21, 2008.
End of World: 2011: Famous old Harold Camping predicted May 21, 2011. "The Bible guarantees it!"
If you are interested in more of these End of World predictions, visit: http://www.abhota.info/end5.htm
Always finish with a joke:
A submission by The Orange Peel Gazette, East Baltimore, Maryland:
The preacher was dissatisfied with how little his congregation put in the collection plates on Sundays, so he learned hypnosis. He began preaching his sermons in a monotone. He swung a watch slowly in front of the lectern, and at the end of the sermon he said, "Give!" and the collection plate was soon full of twenty-dollar bills.
This worked for weeks. The congregation sat mesmerized during the sermon, staring at the watch swinging, and when he said, "Give!" they gave everything they had. Then one Sunday, at the end of the sermon, the chain on the watch broke, and the preacher said, "Oh, crap!"
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Happy New Apocalyptical Year!
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demiurge
Some of the most hypocritical people I have ever met were ordained ministers and priests. Some of the least hypocritical people I have ever met were ordained ministers and priests. I respect the rabbis and imams that I have met. I do not like "yellow pages" that show only Christian businesses. I do not think it was proper for Lowes to discontinue advertising on a "Muslim-related" reality show. I know some wonderful people who do not conform to stereotypical male/female roles.
There you have it. I've bared a lot of my soul. As a member of the Toastmasters organization, you are taught to never use sex, politics or religion as a subject of a speech. Baloney! Those are the things that most people are interested in. So.. here it goes with religion, I'll get back to the other two subjects in another blog entry:
Always start with a joke:
My friend, Sid Simon sez: A little boy was looking through a family Bible and a leaf fell out that had been pressed. His mother asked: "What is that?" The boy replied: "I think it's Adam's underwear."
Roger Williams
I was surprised to read in the Smithsonian Magazine that "breakaway religion" guy and founder of Rhode Island, Roger Williams, in the last years of his life, worshipped at no church at all. He had fought all of his life to allow everyone to worship as they pleased, and concluded finally that God's will was better interpreted by individuals than by institutions. (Sounds like the theory of the Church of the Modern Apostles.)
Thomas Jefferson
President Jefferson and several of the other founding fathers were Deists and convinced that there was that Demiurge I mentioned above. Jefferson did feel that the teachings of Jesus were important and wrote The Jefferson Bible, The Life and Morals of Jesus of Nazareth. Beacon Press of Boston published a beautifully crafted copy of this work. I bought my copy in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania at a Civil War book store.
TWITTER?
I hear that even Ruppert Murdoch is now tweeting. Does Pope Benedict tweet? I had heard that the Vatican has a Facebook presence. I went to Facebook and found POPE2YOU, a very interesting site for all persons with a religious interest.
Ecumenical?
In July of 2007, the Pope declared that Roman Catholicism is the only "real" Christian religion. He said that Protestant churches "cannot be called 'churches' in the proper sense." Hmmm.
Liturgical update?
I recently attended a memorial mass for a friend and was surprised to read a document to be followed during the mass. It outlined changes approved this year by Catholic Bishops. For instance:
1: Old Text:
Priest: "The Lord be with you." People: "And also with you."
New Text:
Priest: "The Lord be with you." People: "And also with your spirit."
2: Old Text:
"Glory to God in the highest, and peace to his people on earth."
New Text:
"Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace to people of good will."
(I like the old text better.. it had a definite pleasant flow and rhythm that the new text does not.)
3: Old Text: (Nicene Creed)
"We believe..."
New Text:
"I believe..."
It was tough for us non-Catholics to get used to the non-Latin mass. Now we'll have to get used to the new-English mass.
Converts?
I read where there are now 77 million members of the Anglican Church that was created by Henry VIII because of a snit with Rome over his desire to dump his wife and marry his mistress. I also read that there is a schism developing among Anglicans over the election of women and gay bishops.. and the condoning of same-sex unions.
To capitalize on this, the Vatican is making it easier for Anglicans to "come home" to the Catholic church. In fact, they will even be accepting married Anglican priests and seminarians. (I thought that this was the case already..?)
Related Catholic stories on my blog:
If you are so inclined, you could do a search of this blog for a few religion-related stories:
Priest's dog attacks Joe.. "You ain't Catholic, are you?"
Same attack dog and Priest elope with our baby-sitter.
Joe takes Catholic in-laws up ladder and into the Choir Loft.
Joe grabs wife and runs out of church at wedding.
Future father-in-law yells: "He's not Catholic!!"
A religious story in the news:
Two muslim teen-agers were recently arrested in the U.S. for painting burkas on the posters of women thought by them to be "immodest". They received probation and a fine.
The End of the World:
End of World: 1998: Henry Hall predicted that the world would end in 1998 because 666 + 666 + 666 "equals 1998, you computer dummies!"
End of World: 2008: The Lord's Witnesses also use convoluted numerology to predict the end on March 21, 2008.
End of World: 2011: Famous old Harold Camping predicted May 21, 2011. "The Bible guarantees it!"
If you are interested in more of these End of World predictions, visit: http://www.abhota.info/end5.htm
Always finish with a joke:
A submission by The Orange Peel Gazette, East Baltimore, Maryland:
The preacher was dissatisfied with how little his congregation put in the collection plates on Sundays, so he learned hypnosis. He began preaching his sermons in a monotone. He swung a watch slowly in front of the lectern, and at the end of the sermon he said, "Give!" and the collection plate was soon full of twenty-dollar bills.
This worked for weeks. The congregation sat mesmerized during the sermon, staring at the watch swinging, and when he said, "Give!" they gave everything they had. Then one Sunday, at the end of the sermon, the chain on the watch broke, and the preacher said, "Oh, crap!"
........................................................................................................................
Happy New Apocalyptical Year!
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