There are times when “reality” is just too much. Yesterday I felt as if I had reached such a time. I must turn away from thinking about “the mad king” who tightens his grasp upon power. He wants nothing more than to negate the outcome of the election of several weeks ago. All the…
West Chicago is not my hometown. It does remind me however of the place where I was born, where I grew to adulthood, Durham, North Carolina. Do I bear the traces of where I grew up, in my DNA? Sometimes I think so. I would visit there more often, if we lived closer. I…
What to write this morning? There’s Trump-In-Kenosha, the topic of the President’s visit to a place where I have spent some time. I know very well that I’d write more, what I have said many times before about this man. I’d recount a litany of lies spoken, words which have nothing to do with…
What are you reading? If you are looking at this blog, I am certain that you are a person who reads often, varied materials from a number of sources. –*– I subscribe to the New York Times Sunday edition. There is enough interesting, well written, relevant material to keep me dipping into the sections…
I thought about it off and on. Part of my life recedes in the rear view mirror: running. In my early years, those when I was a kid at play, or in the school yard, I loved to run. Running was fun. I always chose to run instead of walk no matter the occasional…
Monday morning breaks with brilliant sunlight. I can hear the voice of our granddaughter, about 9 months old, loudly expressing pre-language delight in another day of life, of shapes, colors, sounds, of endless adventure and opportunity for exploration. May she never lose her voice, misplace her passion. While preparing breakfast I noticed a wild…
In several hours we will leave Illinois for St. Joseph, Michigan. The drive will take us around the big lake, (Lake Michigan) to the resort town in the adjoining state. I love a road trip, the change of scene which travel affords. The geographical change enables a reboot of the psyche, to shift the…
Who doesn’t own an iphone? I have an older 6s model with a cracked screen. It’s a marvelous device, magical, concealing state-of-the-art circuits, layer upon layer, thousands of semi conductor elements, applied quantum mechanics delivering convenience and entertainment. You know what I am attempting to say. Few of us have consciously opted out of…
These lines, quoted from America, by Jean Baudrillard, published 1986, translated by Chris Turner: NEW YORK More sirens here, day and night. The cars are faster, the advertisements more aggressive. This is wall-to-wall prostitution. And total electric light too. And the game – all games – gets more intense. It’s always like this when…
Yesterday was my birthday. Yes I know, April 1st is the day set aside so that everyone can play the jokester if they desire. That fits my temperament. Life is highly improbable, unlikely, fragile and thus is suitable material for ironic humor. What are the odds that I am here, that I continue to…
