And the LORD said to Cain, “Where is your brother Abel?” “I do not know!” he answered. “Am I my brother’s keeper?” “What have you done?” replied the LORD. “The voice of your brother’s blood cries out to Me from the ground…. Genesis 4:9-10 Yesterday government response to the covid-19 virus was reaching a…
The glittering dance of brilliants must be strung on that dark thread of sadness which is time. Vernon Scannell (1922-2007) These lines of verse by a British poet came to me as a precise summation of my feelings while absorbing the tune and lyric of Townshend’s anthem/prayer for solidarity, Join Together. Viewing the video,…
Attempting to walk from Batavia north to Geneva along side the river I soon came to a tall cyclone fence. Private property. I turned around along with another couple who likely had the same intention as I. I’ll simply have to find another way to walk northward along the river to Geneva. There’s the…
Yesterday was the day after the going-out-of-business announcement of Art Van Furniture. The Metro Detroit based company folded just three years after being purchased by a private equity firm, Thomas H. Lee Partners. The firm purchased the Midwest largest retail furniture and mattress retailer, founded in 1957 by Archie Van Elslander. Thriving for…
Uncertain about what to write this morning. The coffee shop was jammed at 7AM. Fortunately I claimed the last open table. Yesterday I took a hour long walk along the Fox river into town. Soon, the singing of the wind through the tall oaks, the voices of the Canada Geese on the water replaced…
Once again we met last night at the Agora in Geneva. I use the term as a metaphor for a public meeting space, the Barnes & Noble at Geneva Commons. As in Socrates day a circle of us gathered to ask questions which have no final answer, the enigmas that have and will follow…
Life can be imagined in many metaphors. Word-images “say” more that any formulaic, extended description, a one-to-one correlation between word/syntax and external reality. Life cannot be reduced to any logical, rule like convention. The metaphor rising in my imagination labeled “life” is the memory of a river rafting experience on the Hood River in…
Consequent to a phone conversation with a friend yesterday, I was asked to write about the covid-19 epidemic that is much in the media. His suggestion seemed like a good idea to me. Who is not aware of the recently discovered virus, belonging to the corona family that has made many sick in Hubei…
Creatures of habit. I am, — no question about it. Yesterday I walked away. I left a place where I have worked daily, departing from my role as owner of a company, the chief problem solver. The wind-down has been gradual, beginning six months ago. After a day of labor to tear down the…
I read an essay written by a friend, a recollection of the 60s when our country was riven by division. The up and coming generation took to the streets to protest the sending of their generation to kill Vietnamese, on the pretext of halting communism. The rift in our society was political and ethical. …
