Today is midweek. The last two hours were dedicated to conversations between two friends. Three of us sat conveniently close for easy understanding. Music is always in the background at Starbucks. We told of recent experiences. I related the story of the license plate on the front bumper of my Kia. I purchased the…
A postscript to what I wrote yesterday. Additional reflecting on my experience of time spent at Great Lakes Drag-a-way. A forthright form of competition involves two cars driven from exact standing alignment toward a finish line, 1,320 feet distant (a quarter mile) accelerating at the maximum given the engine and chassis design. The first…
Saturday afternoon was spent strolling around the pit area at Great Lakes Drag-a-way at Union Grove, Wisconsin. For many years I’ve come here to renew my interest, to delight in the wild, marginally controllable experience of drag racing. Is it a sport, the competition between two purpose-built race cars, to “see” which accelerates to…
Vs. 20 How much difference between yes and no? What difference between good and bad? What the people fear must be feared. O desolation! Not yet, not yet has it reached its limit! Everybody’s cheerful, cheerful as if at a party, or climbing a tower in springtime. And here I sit unmoved. clueless, like…
Today is Friday. A twenty-four hour quantum of life, that consciousness apprehends in order to value, to honor and appreciate the varied relationships, the web that sustains and secures me, body/mind. Starbucks is alive; there’s a hubbub of voices, and a ceiling speaker mounted almost directly above me transmits in crystalline timbre, the lyric…
Midweek. I add another project to the “to do” list contained in one of those tablets I learned to keep years ago when I carried day to day responsibility for a company. Write it down. Memory oscillates, – how much is lost to distraction? Keep a list. Or forget. The entire point is to…
Yesterday’s was a foreboding post. Monstrous policies, the acts continue apace. We ought not to think that they are not overtaking us in one way or another. Still, reality is complex. We simply are unable to focus upon more than a sliver of the onrush of events. All things are a mosaic of good…
We departed Coloma Michigan late Sunday morning. The same lake house has accommodated us for ten years. Grandchildren who were infants on our first visit now approach their teen years. The oldest is now 18 and the youngest is 6. On Saturday Laura and I, our daughter, her partner, and two of four grand…
For ten years we have come to Coloma Michigan on vacation. We always include a morning of blue berry picking. Year by year we pay a visit to Bumbleberry Farm in South Haven. The farm is own and operated by a family, which caters to families that enjoy the seasonal experience of picking. First,…
Vacation! These images were taken yesterday. We spent a hazy afternoon swimming in Lake Michigan. I enjoyed being at the lake. Honestly though, a persistent odor of burnt pine in the air was constant reminder of the terror represented by the administration occupying Washington, DC. At the moment circumstances are unpropitious for making overt…
