Friday is the final work day of the week. This has been a full week of physical labor, one project after another. It’s simply hard labor to prepare a house to go on the market. I have been on the roof and in the attic. Hours have been dedicated to finding and filling boxes…
Another day, Thursday, one day closer to the imposition of a tariff on all goods imported from Mexico. Thus a supply chain between the United States and Mexico established over the last twenty five years will be disrupted. The President expects Mexico to slam the door upon thousands fleeing the impact of climate change…
We are radically different and radically alike. We are extensively differentiated yet bound together. …that of the strong protecting and standing for the weak. ..because most people cease to believe [this] its conceit. —excerpt The Ignoble Lie By Patrick Deneen “They use this phrase to refer to the mushroom cloud over the whole earth….
Springtime is Natures spectacle of color and music. Birds sing loudly, flowers reach for the warm sun, the creeks flow with their own music and rhapsody. Included are some photos taken over the weekend. Kraklauer Creek in the little park by our favorite Taste-of-Paris Cafe was running with wild abandon, full to the banks…
Yesterday I received several text messages and pictures from Cincinnati. My daughter and her partner traveled from Louisville to visit the Cincinnati Zoo. The objective of their journey was to spend time with Fiona, the recently born baby hippo. She was born 6 weeks premature, and is the smallest hippo ever to survive. Perhaps…
“……what we are doing is probably mad, and probably it is good and necessary all the same. It is not a good thing when man over strains his reason and tries to reduce to rational order matters that are not susceptible of rational treatment. Then there arise ideals such as those of the Americans…
This morning I was copied on an email sent by a friend to another friend. The note was a bitter farewell, a dismissal of relationship on account of one’s unconditioned, sycophantic support of the President. The email was laden with fear, revulsion, and sorrow. I understood as I read. I could not have written…
Yesterday a friend sent me a link to a collection of photos taken on Lake Baikal in Siberia. Baikal is the world’s deepest fresh water lake. The ice formations, sculpted by the effect of wind and temperature fluctuation were starkly beautiful. I would happily travel there any time of year to experience this faraway…
An exchange of emails between three of us, friends, each with a different history and a different viewpoint. That is even more complicated than a simple face-value understanding of those words suggest. Are not friends of the same mind? They are not of the same mind, if they dare to speak truthfully with one…
For many years I’ve been present at a ceremony to remember and honor the war dead. Given a story told yesterday I found it hard to sleep last night. The stories do not fill me with admiration for the dead. After some reflection I tremble inside, shiver with revulsion at the thought of five…
