Friday morning and I am not the only one who will not be reporting to the office. My usual Starbucks venue for coffee and writing was crowded. I left for another Starbucks, my plan B. So here I am, aware that my life is to change with retirement, the familiar routines of customer relations,…
What to say on a bitter cold Wednesday morning? There is a bitter chill in my soul too. The House of Representatives is on the cusp of voting to impeach the President today. They will almost certainly vote. His supporters — in a blatant, undisguised advocacy of institution-destroying, society fracturing violence will defend him. …
How do I know the holidays are fully arrived, that Christmas is a settled “fact” of social life? (We must agree that a fact is not limited to objects.) I attended my first choral event, a concert performed by a community chorus, supported by a chorus Brass ensemble. The theme of the event was…
Cold and snowy this morning, traffic “moved” like molasses…pondering what to write. With only forty five minutes to work with there will be no philosophical foray into the nature of knowledge, or to say it plainly “why it is that we are such fools.” A song played on the car radio, I’ve heard many…
I woke this morning to the chords of Bruce Springsteen’s anthem Born To Run. As you may know the song is a bitter-sweet salute to life-in-America. Also, I am basking in the afterglow of viewing the film Ford vs Ferrari for the second time. The cinematic story telling was superb, featuring Matt Damon as…
Watched the last scene of Bohemian Rhapsody a movie about Freddie Mercury and the band Queen. Originally I saw the 2018 movie at a theater. The last few minutes were just as inspiring in the living room on a smaller screen. I was thrilled by Rami Malek’s depiction of Mercury belting out his now…
Modern, first-world life is nothing if not a glittering pandemonium. Walk down Michigan Avenue in Chicago, or on the Ginza in Tokyo, or Times Square in New York City and one is swept away by stimulus overload. The scale of everything, from the building facades, the store displays, the large screen displays changing dynamically…
Another cold morning with snow, freezing rain, and more rain anticipated for today. A somber day. I awakened looking forward to writing this post. The first snippet of news this morning gave content to my somber mood, the mood encapsulated by Paul Simon’s song, My Little Town. The NPR news snippet mentioned that the…
The end of the work week has arrived; a grey overcast winter day with a forecast of snow. Would we be better off if we did not know what is coming? Would we live more contentedly in the present moment, since less about the future would be displayed for speculation on our cell phone…
Music is a blessed respite from the grime, the contamination of day to day politics, commerce, the trade offs that must be made in order for life to go on. I get it, this is not Paradise, this is East of Eden. I do not live in a rose garden. My opportunity, along with…
