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“Our DC Hypocrites”
When you think the lies couldn’t get any more blatant in DC, they do. Our glorious leaders are so full of it, it makes you want to get rid of all of them.
Ruth Bader Ginsberg (RBG) died after a glorious career as a justice on the Supreme Court. She’s an icon who fought for women’s rights and equality. What a role model for not only women and girls but also men and boys. She deserves to have us sit back until her funeral and honor, reflect, and praise her legacy.
So, what do we get? Within hours after her death, we hear all kinds of diatribes regarding her succession to the court. Who will it be? When will it be done? Who will make the choice? Will it be the current president or the one elected in November?
Four years ago, the Senate refused to act on the President’s choice because the Justice Scalia vacancy happened within a 10-month time frame before the election. According to them, that was too soon. It had be the next President who got to make the choice.
This year it’s less than two months. But, according to them, this time it is different. Our glorious leaders in the Senate—primarily Lindsey Graham and Mitch McConnell, who were responsible for the decision four years ago, are telling all kinds of lies about how this time things are not the same. I have tried to listen to their arguments, and all I can gather from them is a huge line of BS.
To date, two Republican senators have indicated they will not vote before the election. They say whoever wins the election should be able to make the choice, and I agree. The question becomes, how many more are willing to stand up to the leaders and do what is honest and right? There has to be at least two more. I guess time will tell. In the meantime, I’m so over 2020. Let’s get on to the new year.
“Do they play or not?”
High school, college, and the pros are pretty much all coming back--even the Big 10. After cancelling fall sports, the league folded to the pressure from fans, coaches, and the president to get on with their season. Should they be playing? I have no clue.
One of my school-age family members cannot play football this season because other parents are saying “No, you aren’t playing.” Therefore, his league threw in the towel for the year. The unseen result is the fact that my relative has decided he’s giving up sports and is going to become a “gamer.” Oh boy! Here’s a kid who has always loved sports, played football, basketball, and baseball, and has suddenly decided he’s giving it all up?
Let’s be real here. He isn’t going to give up sports, but he’s depressed. A lot of kids are depressed. I read somewhere recently that the suicide rate of kids in the 10-16 age bracket has raised substantially. It’s not just sports, its school, masks, self-quarantines, the inability to socialize with friends, and more. Young kids are not the only ones are affected.
College kids are having issues as well. I’ve been watching the transfers, kids putting their names into the pro portal, the opt-outs for the year because of Covid, and the ones who changed their minds. There has to be all kinds of instability and depression within the college ranks as well.
I’m very glad I am not the parent of a school-aged kid any more. How do you make a sane decision? What if your kid wants to play and you don’t want the person to? Or, what if the question is going the other way around? What is the right decision? Can your child really get seriously sick from playing sports if he or she sticks to the safety guidelines and mandates? How can a kid play football while wearing a mask? That would have to be unhealthy.
With any luck, a vaccination will be developed sooner than later that is effective, safe, and has no bad side effects.
Speaking of vaccinations, check this out. I have this kid who is a firm believer in the conspiracy theory of everything. Well, I just had to tell him and his wife this line. “I got my flu shot today, and it was really weird. When she pulled the needle out of my shoulder, the government mandated ID Microchip came out half way. She took out this little reflex hammer and tapped it back in. Then, she told me to go out into the parking lot and stand beside my car for about five minutes until the satellite connected with it. When it does, your arm will start tingling. Sure enough, that’s exactly what it did. Tingled and vibrated like mad.”
Oh well, I enjoyed their reactions until they somehow figured out I was pulling their legs.
This week Michael Caputo, the Director of Health and Human Services (HHS) came out and publicly said that the opposition was planning armed insurrection and sedition for after the election. So, what does he do but tell people to go out and buy ammunition so they’ll be ready to do who-knows-what? He is quoted as saying, “If you carry guns, bring ammunition, ladies and gentlemen, because it’s going to be hard to get.” I know, opinions are like … but, that’s nuts.
If that isn’t a big enough political conspiracy theory, he’s also saying that career government scientists are engaging in “sedition” on their handling of the pandemic, and that left-wing hit squads are preparing for armed insurrection after the election. In other words, scientist who work for the government do not want America to get well until Joe Biden is president. Again, that’s nuts…
So now, Covid 19 is a political hoax for the soul purpose of defeating the president in November. And, if that happens, everyone is to take up arms and start some kind of civil war. I would think that the intentional incitement of violence and rioting would be illegal—regardless of whether the person was active in the government or not.
So, what do we, who are sitting back observing this stupidity, do? I would suggest that maybe it might be smart before the election to go out and stock up on necessities instead of ammunition. I don’t mean hoarding 10 packs of 30 roll bundles of toilet paper, but using a little common sense. How much food and incidental supplies are you going to need to last a couple of weeks or so while the idiots are patrolling the streets.
“I Guess I’m a Sucker”
I don’t know if the president called the soldiers who lost their lives in Vietnam “Losers” and “Suckers” or not. Proving it is up to the experts. The problem is, according to the media, he was accused of it by reliable sources. The whole idea of it drives me nuts.
I joined the USAF at the ripe old age of 17 right out of high school. Historically, we were between Korea and Vietnam. I spent four years of active duty. Then I spent the next two years in inactive reserve during the beginning of Vietnam. If I hadn’t been in college, I would have been recalled to active service. That’s the way it was back in those days. The logistics don’t matter. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Needless to say, even though we were between wars, we had our stress-filled-times. I was stationed at Incirlik Air Base in Adana, Turley during the time when Gary Powers was shot down flying his U-2 spy plane over Sverdlovsk, Russia. If that had started a war, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Our base pretty much went on lockdown as we seriously expected the bombs to start flying. We went to work and stayed out of sight during our off time. We airmen knew where every underground drainage ditch was on the base—as if that really would have helped. Fortunately, the Russians didn’t start throwing bombs our way.
I don’t know if it were more interesting than scary or vice versa. VEEP Nixon announced that Gary Powers got lost and flew over Russia by accident. The next day, President Eisenhower addressed the world and admitted that he was on a spy mission.
If there was anything fun during that period, it was listening to two different radio stations—Radio Free Europe and Moscow Mollie. Their reports of the situation were so different, you wouldn’t know they were talking about the same incident. Radio Free Europe grossly exaggerated the event one way, and Moscow Mollie from Russia told a completely different story. As we were right in the middle of the action, we knew pretty much what was going on.
The whole point is, calling military personnel, alive or dead, “losers” and “suckers” is horrible offensive, not only to me, but everyone I’ve talked to about it, whether they served or not. Back in those days, all males either enlisted or waited until they were drafted, unless they had bone spurs or some other medical condition. There were other ways to not have to serve, like being married with children, etc.
Anyway, if the president did say that during his trip to France and the military cemeteries, he needs to sincerely and honestly apologize. If he didn’t say it, that’s a different story.
My whole point is, if joining the military during a time of upheaval or any other time is for losers and suckers, than count me in.
“What the 2020 is Going On?”
Excuse me for laughing, but I just saw on Facebook a blurb about making 2020 a swearword. Sounds good to me. “Get the 2020 out of here! You’re such a 2020ing idiot.” Hey! I’m sure you can find lots of examples.
I can think of a couple right off the top. Yesterday the president told people in North Carolina they should vote twice—once by mail in and one in person. Now, what the 2020 is going on there? Was he joking? Was he being facetious? Was he serious?
Whatever his intent, it’s illegal. Unfortunately, some people will take him seriously. Will he give immunity to all people who try it and get caught? Will he give immunity only to the people who vote for him and not those who vote for Biden?
Personally, I’ve been voting by mail for over twenty years. The only time there was a problem was the one time I forgot to sign it. They sent it back, I signed the thing and sent it back to them. End of problem. I certainly am not leery of absentee voting. Oh, well…
Another 2020ism I think is weird is the number of Republican big wigs who have come out and publicly said they were going to vote for Biden. Yesterday, Rick Snyder, the former Republican governor of Michigan said he was. He indicated he would vote for the Republican state and local candidates, but for Biden for president.
When do you remember anything like that ever happening? There have been times when people of both parties have switched to Independent or 3rd party candidates, but nothing as weird as this.
How about all those 2020s out there who think the Coronavirus is a hoax? For their sake, I certainly hope they don’t get it. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone, even the 2020ing idiots.
Between the election and the virus, we can’t get 2020 over with fast enough for me. Hopefully the new year with bring us a vaccination and sanity. Then we can go back to our favorite swear words like… and …
“Conventions are Over. Ta Da!”
Thank goodness the conventions are over. Now let’s get on with the election. It cannot be over soon enough. So, how will the final campaigns go? Will they be civil? Negative? Positive? A combination? Time will tell. I’m betting on negative.
Which candidate will be the most positive? Which one the most negative? Will it make any difference? I’m betting YOU and almost everyone else you know has already decided who they are going to vote for. I know I have. So, will the campaigns really make any difference? Do they have any chance of changing your mind? I doubt it. Like me, more than likely you will shake your head and roll your eyes at the other guy’s comments.
I read someplace that a number of Biden supporters do not want debates. Their argument is they will just turn into pissing matches and make both candidates look bad. Supposedly, Biden has said he WILL debate. I don’t know where I stand on the issue. I know from past experience that I’ll spend most of the time grumbling under my breath and calling people names.
Personally, I do not know anyone who hasn’t made up their mind yet. Hopefully, those who haven’t will listen to the debates with an open mind and make their choices accordingly. Which candidate sounds the better informed, and able to solve the problems we have in America today—starting with racism, police problems on both sides of the spectrum, and rioting.
I don’t claim to have any answers, but how does throwing a chair through a small-business’s window or shooting someone in the back 7 times solve anything? If you think he’s drawing a gun, shoot him in the butt once and call it good. That definitely should slow him down enough so the handful of cops you have on site can take control. Seven times?
Anyway, hopefully we will all survive the next two months and the election will be over. Naturally, the only way it will be a successful event is if my candidate wins. So, c’mon, clock. Spin faster and get the next two months over with.
“Should I or Not?”
My so-called “Irrelevant Rants” date back to 2014. There are roughly 200 single-space pages to the thing. If I spread it out to a space-and-a-half so it’s easier to read, it’s about 300 pages. The initial take on all of this is, so what? Well, a couple of friends of mine have said that since I’ve been fighting with complete writer’s block during the pandemic, I should do a thorough edit of the thing and publish it.
Now, let’s face it, no one in their right mind is going to buy a 2-300-page book of rants. So, why should I? Well, for starters, it might be kind of fun. I’m guessing there are probably repeat-rants throughout the thing. I don’t know because I haven’t ever read through the thing since I started these things six years ago. If there are repeats, do I delete them or let them go because they would be probably years apart?
Another positive might be, I could potentially get over the writer’s block and think of something new to start writing about again. Or, before Covid, I had started revising and editing “Mat Rats”, a literary masterpiece I wrote back in the day when I was in Portable 3 at the middle school. I could always go to work and finish that.
That dates back to the 1970s. I never published the book. I did print off a handful of copies and give them to a couple of people, but that doesn’t count. It was a book about middle-school wrestling and aimed at a set of twins I had back then. I told them within the past year what I was thinking of doing, and they encouraged me to finish it. Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t.
Another reason for publishing the ‘Rants’ is because the people who have been prodding me to it said I could give them a copy for Christmas. If I do publish, that’s exactly what I will do. LOL So, as you can see, I have a real conundrum going. Do I or don’t I?
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“More Questions: Postal Scandal?”
I have no clue what the facts are, and I’m not about to join some protest group, because I don’t have an AK47. So, I’ll just rant.
I do not understand what is so terrible about mail-in voting? I’ve been doing it for 20 years. The only problem I ever experienced was one time when I forgot to sign my ballot. City Hall returned it via the postal service, so I signed it and sent it back. That was the end of it.
Voting by mail is a convenient and safe way to cast one’s ballot. And, let’s face it, in this time of the current Covid pandemic, the safer the better—especially for the elder population. A voter doesn’t have to worry about remembering to take their mask or to socially distance. All you have to do is mail your ballot.
According to the White House, they are concerned about wide-scale corruption. So, apparently, the Post Master General, Louis DeJoy, who is a big-time far-right political donor, has decided to help sabotage the election by a series of steps—cuts to overtime (leading to some mail being left behind and not delivered to prevent overtime), restrictions on transportation, a reduction of mail-processing equipment, and elimination of some of the blue post-office pick up boxes.
Where this doesn’t make any sense to me is the fact the Democrats and Republicans both vote by mail and have done so for years. Even the President and his wife have sent in for their mail-in ballots.
The latest complaint I’ve heard about is a thing called ‘Ballot Harvesting.’ That’s where a third party goes to private homes or a place like a senior-citizen’s center and collects ballots to be delivered to city hall. What this does is ensure that voters who are homebound, disabled, live far from their ballot boxes, etc. are able to have their votes counted like everyone else’s.
Personally, I am going to do things a little bit differently this year. On Sunday, I drove to city hall, parked in front, and walked up to find the ballot drop-off box. I have never used it before, so I didn’t know for sure where it was. So, what I’ll do is drop it off myself this year instead of mailing it. That way I don’t have to worry about mail delays, or the post office ‘losing’ my ballot or not delivering it to avoid overtime. I know it will get there and be counted.
“Questions, Questions, Questions”
What will Biden’s selection of Kamala Harris mean for the presidential election? When I heard it, several questions popped into my head. Some of them having to do with the Biden campaign and some for Trump’s.
I assume Biden knew last week who his pick was going to be. So, why did Governor Whitmer take a “secret” trip to meet up with him a couple of days before the selection was announced? Had he actually not made up his mind yet, or were they talking about her being a potential cabinet pick? I’m sure they weren’t going over her speech at the democratic convention.
If the Kamala Harris choice was an aim at keeping her senate seat democratic, that’s a no-brainer. California is a very liberal, democratic state, so her replacement will more than likely be the same—whomever it is.
Was her selection based on color? With her parents originally from Jamaica and India, she definitely has that going for her. Will it make any difference? Biden already leads heartily in the polls for people of color, so was the color choice mandatory?
So, that leads us to President Trump. He is behind in the polls and needs a game-changer. What can he do to counteract Biden’s pick? Will he at the last-minute dump Vice President Pence for a woman of color? He could, but how would he justify it to his base?
The most logical possibility is the fact that Trump chose Pence to lead the Coronavirus Task Force. That makes him an easy target. If Trump can convince people that the whole lack of government leadership for the pandemic is Pence’s fault and not his, it will take the blame off of his shoulders.
Who could Trump choose that would help his cause? The most obvious might be Nikki Haley. She has a lot of experience as a former governor of South Carolina and as the ambassador to the United Nations in 2017 and 2018. And, she is a woman of color.
As you can see, Biden’s selection leaves a ton of questions. The above are only a few of them. I’m sure you have more of your own. Won’t you be glad when this year is over?
“Fall football decisions—Intellectual, Emotional, and Financial?”
Because of the covid dangers, let’s face it, it probably makes more sense to cancel or postpone the college football season until Spring. No way can social distancing be practiced playing football. And, why should educational institutions endanger the lives and health of their players for the sake of a game?
One of the bad things is they don’t know what all the after-effects of the disease are. They have seen heart problems, lung problems, and others. Who knows what else might surface? Do we risk the lives and futures of students for the sake of football?
College football is my favorite sports season of the year. Watching the good and bad moments year after year, the upsets, the surprises, the disappointments, and the championships and near misses are all part of the mix.
Who will ever forget the look on the face of the U of M student a couple of years ago when a ball was picked up and run into the end zone for a last second touchdown and win for Sparty?
The poor kid held his face with both hands and stared with wide open eyes and mouth. I know darned well that young man will never live it down. It’s moments like that which make the game so much fun to watch. If we do have football this year, moments like that are a non-issue because there won’t be any fans at the games.
According to Ma Google, the Big 10 conference brought in $759 million in football revenue for the fiscal year of 2018—MSU brought in $85 million last year itself. That’s a lot of money. I heard someplace that football brings in 80% of the sports proceeds during the season paying for coaches, travel, equipment, uniforms, scholarships, etc. etc. etc.
Is all that money worth taking a chance on the health and lives of the players? Personally, I don’t think so, but what do I know? And, what happens to national championships if some major teams play in the fall while others play in the Spring or not at all?
Whatever decisions are made in the next few weeks for all the various teams and conferences, I’m confident and hopeful the powers that be will look at all three areas and choose what is best for the students, the school, and the sport.
End the Violence
What is going on and why? Maybe it’s my imagination, but it seems like the past year has been more violent than at any time in my memory. Between the riots, racist encounters, and shootings, it has gotten bad. One has to wonder what is causing it.
Early this past week was a prime example. Two local half-brothers had a chance to meet up and celebrate. One was from a different state and had just arrived.
He dropped off his kids at Grandma’s and headed out with his brother. In less than an hour, both brothers were shot and died. One was 31, the other was 32, and the shooter was 31.
Think about it. Three young lives destroyed for who-knows-why.
And, they aren’t the youngest. Recently, someone shot up a house one night and a young child was killed in her bed. Another one recently happened when a shooter blasted away at a car during a road rage incident and killed a little boy. You heard it right, road rage.
Think about it. What would a person have to do on the highway to make you chase the car down and start shooting at it? Oh, maybe he pulled in front of you and slowed you down? Or, maybe he was driving slowly in the left-hand lane and you couldn’t pass. Boy, that would really want to make you shoot up the car. Who cares if the driver has passengers?
Then there was the incident a few months back where some idiot was shooting at cars from the side of the road somewhere between Howell and Detroit. Why? And then, of course, there’s the classic that happened a while back where some teens were dropping rocks off a bridge onto cars. That one wasn’t road rage; it was teenage stupidity.
Which brings us back to the original question. What is going on in society that is causing a national frame of mind that thinks violence of any kind is OK?
I’m not going to go on a political rant, but a lot of people who I talk to are thinking along those lines. Is it caused by offensive comments made by the President? Is it the refusal of the lib-tards and con-tards to work together? Is it an engrained rioter mentality which makes one thing think they can destroy and steal at will? Or, is it a combination of all?
I don’t’ know what is causing all the violence, but I sure do wish people would pull their heads out and start thinking instead of reacting. Let’s see if we can’t start working together and try to solve the nation’s problems like adults. Sane “Adults” do not destroy, loot, and kill people at will and just because somebody ticked you off.
Covid vs Sports
As we go into the fall season, the sporting world is getting more and more interesting. Will the 60-game baseball season get completed? What about football and basketball along with lacrosse, hockey, soccer, etc. etc.
As of yesterday, the Detroit Tigers have had their next four games postponed due to the fact that the St. Louis Cardinals have had more players and staff tested positive for the virus. They do get to continue their season after the four-day hiatus, but what I’m wondering about is why doesn’t St. Louis have to quarantine for fourteen days? Everybody else does when they come into contact with infected people.
Now the Lion’s quarterback, Matthew Stafford, has tested positive. What does that do for the team’s preparation for the season? He’s not the only one. There have been numerous NFL personnel who have tested positive.
So, how does all of this play out with the colleges and high schools? If one’s educational institution is going to have classes via social media, are they going to allow sports? For some reason or the other, I fail to see how social distancing and tackle football are compatible.
Let’s just hope a vaccine is developed ASAP. With practically every country working on the problem it might be resolved sooner than later. Keep your fingers crossed.
Rioting in the Cities
For the life of me, I don’t understand the concept behind rioting and destruction of private property just because you’re angry. I could care less about your politics or opinions, because, let’s face it opinions are like certain anatomical structures—everyone has their own.
What I don’t understand is the thought process involved in changing a peaceful process into destruction where small, independent businesses are smashed into, looted, and destroyed. How does this help your cause? As much as possible, I always try to go to independent stores, restaurants, etc. Even my housekeeper is an independent and not part of a “business.”
All of these people are struggling enough without being trashed, looted, and burned. Many don’t know if they are going to be able to survive this pandemic or not. My favorite breakfast hangout threw in the towel when the state shut down the first time. They had recently done a full-fledged remodeling just a few months before the onset.
When they put on their FB page that they were permanently closing, they indicated that there was no way they could pay their bills with takeout only. Today it stands all boarded up with a sign on the wall about an upcoming auction. If it had been trashed, there couldn’t even be an auction.
Last week I talked to the owner of my other local restaurant hangouts. There had been some discussion that the governor might shut the state down again if the virus didn’t hurry up and taper off. She told me they’d never survive another shutdown. They were barely making it as it is at half capacity.
So, what can the rioters and looters possibly gain by destroying businesses? I guess my point is, whatever your position is that makes you think you need to destroy private property, I’m automatically against your point of view—whatever it is. Period!
“Defunding the Police is Step 4 in the Process”
Defunding the police might be a great idea, but there are some other things that have to be done first. The first thing is to erase all laws on the books. If there is no one around to enforce them, they are irrelevant. Besides, think of the money it would save.
According to Ma Google, in 2015 it cost the state of Michigan almost $36,000 a year to incarcerate a prisoner. With no laws, we’ll have to turn everyone loose. THINK of the millions a year it would save if we had no prisons. Not only that, we could have an outdoor celebration and beer party as we imploded every prison like the Palace of Auburn Hills was a few days ago.
Next, we can eliminate traffic lights, stop and/or yield signs, speed limits and all that crap. After all, they were just installed to give the cops something to blame you for if and when you get into an accident. Now you’ll be able to drive 140 MPH on the highways with absolutely no concern. Push the pedal to the metal and away you’ll go. It might cost a little more for gas, but so what? You’ll be using a stolen credit card anyway. No police, no laws, gotta love it.
Think of all the positives. The bullies, criminals, arsonists, house breakers, thieves, murderers etc., etc., etc. of the world will be eliminated. And talk about population control. No longer will we have to hear about overcrowding and, or shortages. There’ll be plenty of everything for everyone who happens to be left.
The former police and prison guards have built in jobs to replace the ones they lost. They can drive body trucks to pick up the remains of everyone killed off. If you shoot somebody, you’ll have to drag the body to the curb so they can be picked up on a weekly basis. Again, this would have to be a recommendation and not a law. Otherwise, you’ll have to dispose of the bodies on your own.
So, like I said at the beginning, defunding the police might be a great idea, or not.
“The 2020-2021 School Year”
Oh boy, am I ever glad I’m not teaching or making educational decisions for the coming school year. How are you going to enforce social distancing and mask wearing with a bunch of adolescents?
First off, are you going to have half the class in school for three days in week one and two days in the second? On their off days are they going to be keyed into the class on Zoom? Yeah, I’m sure that will work. As many parents posted on FB, home schooling their kids at the end of the last school year worked REAL well. The kids ended up playing games or refusing to do what they were supposed to be doing.
If a kid has a question about an assignment, how do you get to him/her immediately and try to resolve the issue? I guess if the problem is asking you to find “X” in the problem, the kid does like I would do and draw an arrow to it.
What do you do when Melanie walks into class, sits down, and takes off her mask because it messes up her hair? Do you kick her out when she refuses to put it back on because of her Constitutional right to endanger the whole school? Would that end up disrupting the entire class hour for the day? I’m sure the results would work out real well.
What about Alphonso who suddenly develops a dry cough when you pull the sneak quiz out of the drawer? Do you ignore it? Do you pull the fire alarm, evacuate the school, and spend a day sanitizing the entire place? Or, do you make everyone, including Alph, take the test and hope you haven’t contributed to a Covid outbreak for the entire school—or at least the half of the students who are there that day.
As I said in the beginning, I would hate to be in that position in today’s world. Let’s hope this virus disappears real soon. Come on, scientists, find the cure. I’ll be first in line to get the shot.
“I’ve Gone Crazy?”
I know you’re going to find this hard to believe, but there are people out there who accuse me of going nuts. Why? Because I provide giveaways on Amazon almost every week for one of my thirteen literary masterpieces. They always tell me about how much money I’m losing.
Well, there’s another side of the story. Over time there have literally been hundreds of books downloaded for free. If ten percent of the people who download the freebies actually read them, that still gives me hundreds of my books actually read by someone.
My biggest wish is that the people who read them would go through the trouble of reviewing them on Amazon. The more people who review the books, the higher up the food chain I go at Amazon.
Let’s face it. Money is not the object for me when it comes to writing. I do it to entertain myself and anyone else who actually enjoys them. I think the biggest kick I get is when someone private messages me and says, “Hey! I did that. You stole that idea from me.” Love it when that happens. And, let’s face it. After teaching adolescents for 35 years, they gave me a lot of memories to use while developing a story.
And, to be perfectly honest, all thirteen books are fictional stories based on real life incidents that have been skewed so no one would probably ever recognize the real event. Anyway, the gist of this rant stands. Money is not the object. I just want people to read and enjoy—and don’t forget to wear your mask while doing so.
This last week the Supreme Court ruled against the plan to shut down DACA. (Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals) In plain English, that means, at least for now, that the government cannot deport something like 800,000 young people who were brought to the US illegally as children.
Let’s forget about politics for a minute because I could care less if you’re a leftist or a rightist. Let’s look at this from a humanitarian aspect. We’re talking about children who were under 16 and arrived prior to 2007. That means the oldest of these kids have lived over half their lives in the US. They have grown up living and being Americans. According to my source, 90 percent of them have jobs, half are in school, and many don’t even speak the language or know the culture of their home countries.
Again, the source indicates that over 100 business groups including Apple and Microsoft want to preserve DACA because so many of their employees are an integral part of their work staffs. Many of these people are teachers, nurses, doctors, farmers, and entrepreneurs.
Supposedly during the Supreme Court arguments last fall, the court was told that around 27,000 of these people work in the medical field as dentists, pharmacists, physician assistants, home health aides, technicians, and medical students—many of whom are working to aid in the Coronavirus epidemic.
So, again, we are going to take a person who was brought here as a child, has a Social Security number, a job, in school, paying taxes, and just throw them out of the country because of something their parents did 15 or so years ago? I hope not. I hope Congress creates a bill making DACA permanent.
Wednesday I went to the barbershop for the first time since the second week of February. Fifteen minutes later I walked out feeling like a new person. I had tried going on Tuesday, but when I walked in the door, there were 11 people waiting and both barbers were clipping away. So, I left. When I walked in Wed. I got right in.
Now, I do have a question. I was the only one in the place with a mask on, and mine fell off when the barber was clipping my beard so I held it until finished. I put it back on, paid my bill along with a hefty tip, and left. The three barbers all had masks sitting on the counter, and not one was wearing one. Should I have asked the person to put it on? Probably, but I didn’t want to come across looking like a jerk or prude.
The same night I went to one of our locally owned restaurants for the first time since this whole thing started. Every single person in the place had on a mask. The waiters, cooks, and bartender had masks and gloves. Most, but not all of the customers, walked in wearing masks as well. Paper, throwaway menus were used, and there were no condiments on the table. Glass partitions separated the booths. When a person left a table to leave and go home, the whole area was completely sanitized.
Now, which of the two local establishments will I feel more comfortable going back to right away? It doesn’t take a brain surgeon to figure out that one.
“Defunding the Police?”
Hopefully, defunding the police was just a poor choice of words, but I wonder. However, some communities have actually talked about eliminating their local police departments. One argument I heard was, “We have the sheriff’s department and the state police. What else do we need?” Oh, boy. I can see it all now.
All the pudgy rednecks in their blue jeans, suspenders, and AK 47s wandering around the streets ‘protecting’ us. I know, that’s probably an exaggeration, but… Police departments don’t need to be defunded, they perform a myriad of duties—dealing with crime, domestic violence, lost individuals whether children or dementia-stricken seniors, accident scenes, murders, and on-and-on the list goes.
A neighboring community announced that they were going to remove the school’s police officer from schools to address racial inequality. What” That’s the biggest line of BS going. They are there to help resolve those kinds of issues.
Maybe some of that money that people believe is being wasted could go for more vetting of people applying for police school, more training to current officers, and the weeding out of racists and undesirables.
Pure Class Act: On another topic, because of the hot, dry weather, I visited three cemetery sites yesterday to do some watering of flowers. On one grave a geranium had been dug out and stolen and on another in a different cemetery, a wave petunia had been stolen. How’s that for class? On the other hand, when we decorating the graves a couple of days before Memorial Day, a group were putting out flags on the veteran’s graves. One of the workers placed a penny on my kid’s grandfather’s headstone from the other side of the family. He was a WW11 vet. The penny was still there today when I replaced the stolen flowers. I smiled when I saw it.
“Have I Gone Crazy?”
There are some things out there that I just do not understand. For instance, how does destruction of businesses, looting, starting fires, waving AK 47s, and attacking people do anything positive for the cause? Eliminating racism and police brutality is the cause, how does any of the above help solve the problem?
There was an Internet pic this morning of a lady racing out of a store she had just looted carrying something like diapers. There have been multiple images of police cars being tipped over and burned. Bricks are being thrown through windows and at police officers. I don’t give a rip what your politics are, destruction is not the answer.
I’ll be the first to admit, I never realized how bad things were for the minority segments of our society. I know they’ve never been good, but they are apparently a lot worse than I thought.
I have a good friend who lives about a block from me who taught math in a neighboring district from mine. One day about fifteen years ago I happened to be following him down Grand River in western Lansing. He was driving about five miles under the speed limit in a place where I couldn’t pass. Naturally, I had to give him a hard time for it the next time I saw him.
His response was simply, “Hey, I was merely DWB.” I had no idea what he was talking about until he explained that it meant, “Driving while Black.” When he explained the harassment, Black drivers went through when stopped by the police, I thought he was exaggerating. I was wrong. Jesse, I apologize because it took me fifteen years to realize it. I hope the peaceful protests wake people up and make a difference. All lives matter.
“Fourth Birthdays are Special”
This past weekend was special. On Saturday I participated in a drive-by for one of my great grandsons’ 4th birthday. That was fun because I got to see and wave at three and 6 ninths of my greats living there who I have not seen up close for three months—even if it were for just a minute.
Then on Sunday, to make it even more special, I celebrated my 4th birthday. How is that possible you ask? Easy. It was four years ago that morning that I flatlined in the emergency room at Sparrow. After 8 zaps I finally decided to stay alive long enough for them to rush me into surgery and stuff a couple of stents in the artery known as the “Widow Maker.” So, in my head, that was the day I was born for the second time.
During the Coronavirus we have heard time-after-time about the miracles the people on the front line manage to pull off every day. Well, let’s remember it’s not just for virus patients. It’s for everyone. One of my favorite memories was on my third day in ICU, one of the nurses who had been working on me came up to visit. She had been off work a couple of days and checked to see if I were still alive when she came back to work. She sat down beside me, held my hand, and told me all the gruesome details about what had happened in the emergency room.
No way did she have to do that, but she cared and was willing to share. She was and is one of my heroes whom I will never forget. Thanks to all of you first responders for what you do each and every day.
Checking Facebook this morning, I always start with the “most recent” posts just to see what people are up to in the morning. After scanning for a few, I went back to the beginning and started counting. Of the first 50 posts, 47 were re-posts of something either political—federal and or state rants about politicians, rules, etc., or something else negative. There were only three of people just checking in and saying what they were up to at the start of the holiday weekend.
What I found particularly nerve wracking this morning was on one of the news blurbs of how suicides have sky rocketed during the pandemic. Sure, I understand people being stressed out during the stay-at-home, face masks, social distancing, etc., so that’s why we need to stay as positive as we can. Read your books, work puzzles, watch movies on TV, do like my neighbor and play your piano for hours on end, go for a walk, work in your garden, but for God’s sake, try to stay optimistic that this too will pass. Some day we’ll look back and say, “Wow! That was horrible, but I made it.”
Stay safe, be smart, and do something fun—even if it’s experimenting with your recipes trying to cook something “different.”
Yesterday the President’s personal valet tested positive for the Coronavirus. Today, one of the Vice President’s staffers tested positive. Now, that might be such a big deal if either the President or VP would wear a mask. However, neither of them thinks they should have to because they get tested every day.
Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, but if I’m tested this morning and am OK, that doesn’t mean I can’t be infected by someone I am close to this afternoon. Both of these men have been to all kinds of public events and or businesses without their masks.
When the media shows their pictures, what kind of message does that send to the population as a whole? This morning after the VP’s staffer was shown positive, several of his aides were taken off a flight he was getting ready to leave on, but he and several others left for their original destination. Will they infect a new group of people?
Now, the thought that ran through my mind when I heard the news this morning is, what if both men get too sick to temporarily function in their rolls? That will leave Nancy Pelosi as acting President until one of them gets well enough to function again. How will the hardline Democrats and Republicans react to that one? Oh boy, I can see it all now. Won’t we get a lot accomplished?
“The ultimate demonstration of stupidity”
I’ve been grousing with myself for a week about saying anything about this, but poorer judgment won out, so here goes. Last week during the latest protest at the capital building here in Lansing where the majority were not adhering to social distancing, face masks, and many were openly carrying all kinds of weapons, I saw the photo several times of a lady right in the middle of the crowd with a little boy—maybe 4 or 5 years old—and pushing a baby carriage.
I could care less what your opinions are on whether the governor is a dictator or using science and mathematics along with common sense trying to stem the tide of this virus. Keep in mind the old cliché, ‘Opinions are like you-know-what, everyone has their own.’
When there is something so viral as Covid 19 out there where there is no cure or vaccination to fix it, why would you risk the lives of your tiny children? And, uh, did you have bullet proof vests on them like the congressmen were wearing inside the capital? Are you trying to make a point that you think it’s a hoax? Fine, risk your own life and take your own chances, but not those of your kids.
I read somewhere the other day that a number of people who participated in the protest about a month ago have come down with the virus. Truth or fake news? Don’t know, don’t care. Why would the story be printed by reliable sources if there was ‘nothing’ to it? However, I guess that doesn’t matter either. I’m sure her gut was telling her that it was all fake. I just hope her kids don’t die because of her stupidity.
“The ultimate way to spend the lockdown”
Bored with the stuff I had been reading, I started a new project. I decided to read all 13 of my literary masterpieces pretty much in order. I have finished all 11 novels and am now reading book one of the two short story books. I’ve been doing this, not as a look-in-the-mirror adoration thing, but to see if I could get motivated to start writing again. Since the pandemic, I’ve done nothing along those lines.
Now, the interesting thing in my mind is the fact that I have repeated certain scenes in a couple of different books. Obviously, that was unintentional, but it worked out that way. I’m sure that the vast majority of people who have read them all probably never noticed, but reading them all within a month or so, I did.
There’s a reason for that, I think. Like I’ve told anyone who ever asked, most of what happens in the books are keyed off of real-life memories. Like I’ve mentioned before, during my first 15 years of teaching, we didn’t have counselors in the middle school. Therefore, when a kid had something that was troubling him or her, they would go talk to one of their teachers. Since I had a pretty good relationship with most of my wrestlers, a lot of the things are stories they talked to me about. Some of them left a stronger impression than others and is probably why they were repeated. So, don’t blame me, blame those of you who were adolescents a half century ago.
“Now the virus is political?”
OMG, now the Coronavirus is a political issue? I can’t believe that the President and governors are fighting over who is in charge and responsible for opening up the states again. Why aren’t they both working together to cure this thing, find a medication that works, and a vaccination? And what about making sure there are adequate supplies and testing equipment?
I bet those people’s families who have loved ones’ bodies stored in the refrigerated trucks in New York could give a crap less whose ego gets stoked when this thing is finally over. I know I won’t.
Worrying right now about who is to blame is useless. Learn from past mistakes for when a new crisis evolves, and just solve the problem!
“Life is so exciting right now”
Today is day 12 of total self-quarantine. What an exciting time it is. I start out the day checking emails, credit cards, bank accounts, etc. just to see if any of you sent me a pile of money. Then, after that I have my delicious breakfast of Raisin Bran and toast. Then, I read every article in the State Journal even if I did see it on one of the news programs last night. Got your blood flowing yet? What a way to start the day!
It only gets better from there. After I wake up from dozing off while reading the paper, I go and ride my stationary bike for a half hour. At least I’m getting some exercise. On a couple of day when it was reasonably warm and the sun was out, I actually went for a walk. The excitement heightens when a person walking towards me and I zig and zag deciding which one of us is going to cross the street to keep current on our social distancing.
Now, I know this is old school big time, but over the weekend, I opened the garage door and started the car and let it run for a few minutes to make sure the battery stayed charged. There was a time back in the day if you didn’t start your car for a week, the battery ran out of juice and you had to jump start it.
If nothing else, I’ve caught up on some reading. I finally finished “A Very Stable Genius” which was too long and a bit repetitive and two issues of “Writer’s Digest” which I had been procrastinating on. Haven’t done any writing—guess I haven’t had the time with my busy schedule.
So, after watching 3-4 hours of Corona Virus news casts on TV and a couple of naps, so goes my extremely exciting day. I hope yours is at least close to being as exhilarating as mine.
This morning the owner of my locally owned and operated breakfast hangout put out a notice on Facebook that they were closing permanently. Between two locations, they have been open for over 20 years. Now they’re gone. How many other family owned businesses will we lose forever?
At noon today the governor issued a stay-at-home order for the state. You can leave your house for groceries, prescriptions, gas, medical reasons, takeout dining, and that’s about it. If your business isn’t considered essential to the welfare of the population, you are closed. The order goes through April 13th. Unless extended. Who knows what will happen?
I couldn’t believe the number of kids on the beaches celebrating Spring break. I wonder how many of them will contact the virus, take it home, and end up killing off their elderly parents and grandparents? Wouldn’t you love to be the parent of the one kid they interviewed who “might” have had a beer or two too many who commented that he could care less about the virus, he was going to party. Those are his exact words, but that was the message.
Like you’ve heard about a million times now, stay home, keep your distance from other people, and wash you hands about three-hundred times a day.
“So, what do we do part 2?”
My normal breakfast hangout is always closed on Monday, so I go to one of the chain restaurants that is always busy, but I like their food. When I pulled into the parking lot, I wondered if they were even open. I only saw two other cars in there.
I walked into the place and asked if they were open, and they welcomed me with open arms. My waitress told me about the latest. All restaurants and bars in Michigan are closing today at three except for takeout service. Yipes! So much for my breakfast and dinner ritual.
Yesterday I went to the store to get in my walk for the day and on a whim bought up something like 10 turkey pot pies and 18 frozen chicken sandwiches. So, when I left the restaurant, I stopped by the supermarket and loaded up on enough stuff where I should be good for a month.
I called the cardio gym and asked them if they were open. He told me that as of that moment, they were. But, no guarantees for how much longer. The hospital itself if essentially closed to visitors. I chatted with him for a minute and asked for his honest opinion, should I go to the gym or stay home and ride my stationary bike? Sort of on the sneaky side, he suggested I stay home, ride my stationary bike, and go for a walk in the fresh air.
So, what it boils down to, I’m in hibernation status until further notice. Hopefully, with everything that’s been done to prevent the spread of the Coronavirus which started with the sports world shutting down all Spring tournaments and sports, this too will pass and we won’t end up as another Italy or China.
“So, what do we do?”
The Corona virus is leaving me in a quandary. I have changed my life style to some extent. I have decided to avoid crowds as much as possible, not shake hands, (Elbow bumps work fine) and spend more time at home hibernating in the house. I’ve been getting a lot more reading done.
However, I refuse to live my life in fear. I went out to breakfast this morning alone at my favorite hangout because my usual Friday friends texted me last night that they were going to avoid restaurants until this whole thing blows over. I certainly understand their concerns and told them so, but I’m not to completely shut down my way of life.
While I was at the restaurant this morning, the owner sat down with me a minute and chatted. I had asked her if business had tanked the past week or so. She said it was definitely down, but they were doing everything possible to keep open. They had done a major renovation a few months ago and are paying $1,100 a month on that and had to keep going.
She told me they wipe down the door handles to everything several times a day, and they even put a sign on the door asking people to wash their hands in the bathroom when they enter the restaurant. People watcher that I am, I was there for an hour and a half, and I’m the only one who actually read the sign and did it. When the owner’s son put the sign up yesterday, he showed it to me and asked if I thought it was offensive. I told him no, I hoped people followed the request.
I understand shutting down the schools, sporting events, (No Big 10 BB tournament is going to kill me), parades, even a two-year-old’s birthday party, but some things I’m not going to do. I am not going to desert family owned businesses out of fear. I just hope we all survive this thing physically and financially. (I checked my mutual funds this morning. Ouch! The kid’s inheritance is tanking big time.)
I could get very used to spending the winters like I have the past few weeks here in FL. Staying with relatives who spoil me rotten is the best part. The second best part is the weather. We have averaged 40-50 degrees warmer than you poor souls up there in Michigan. Would you believe we’ve had the air conditioning on almost every day?
Another nice thing about this gated community I’m hanging out in is they have a cardio gym a 12 minute walk away from the house. I have gone down there every day since I’ve been here. I have the 50 minute workout routine, so add the stretches, and two-way walk, I’m getting in a heck of a lot more exercise that I do when I’m home. Good grief! At this rate, I’ll last forever. Poor world…
The only bad part is, I have been doing zero writing. I’ve been fighting writer’s block for a couple of months now, and the world hasn’t even come to an end. So, I guess it’s no big deal. Maybe when I get back home I’ll get back in the groove, or maybe not. We’ll see.
“Tigers and More”
I went to another Detroit Tiger game yesterday, and the end results were the same—they lost. At least the score was close. They only lost by one run. When we went on the 24th, they lost 8-1. I know, I know, these games are made up of mostly minor-leaguers trying to find on the roster, but so far, I haven’t been too impressed.
You wouldn’t believe the traffic and the way people drive. We’ve seen the aftermath of several accidents. One yesterday had three ambulances and they were working on some guy at the side of the road in the grass. He was flat on the ground and the paramedics were hovered all around him. Didn’t look good.
The drivers are nuts. Speeding, tail gaiting, cutting in and out of lanes, yhou name it. We were tailing along behind a pickup truck yesterday where the driver was either drunk, on drugs, texting, or all of the above. Traffic is three lanes, bumper to bumper, and he is weaving back and forth in and out of his lane. He almost sideswiped one car until the almost victim laid on his horn, and the idiot pulled over.
What doesn’t help the traffic too much is the constant closing of lanes making four merge into three. I know you Michiganders aren’t going to understand this concept, but there is so much road rebuilding and construction of new roads, bridges, etc it really disrupts traffic. The roads that are being worked on are better than anything you’ll see in MI. The closest thing I’ve seen to a rough road is one that had been scraped to make the next layer of asphalt stick to it better I guess. They were finishing up the left lane, and this was the next to be paved again. Smooth roads? Hard for Michiganders to visualize.
“Too Much Friction”
The Democrats had their last debate before Super Tuesday last night. There is one thing in particular that bothers me. They spend too much time cutting each other down. Instead of saying something like, “This is what needs to be done, and this is how I’m going to do it,” They are throwing too many barbs at one another.
I never admit in public to being a die-hard liberal or conservative—and I don’t talk politics with strangers. I tend to be pretty much in the middle. Both parties have things I can buy in to. Both have points that I don’t think are realistic. That’s why I would like to hear not only their positions on the issues, but how they plan to do it.
I suppose some of it could be useful if you’re saying, “ Senator X and I both want health care with pre-existing conditions for all, but I don’t agree with his way of financing it. It’s not practical. This is how I think it should be done.”
Oh well, we have a long time before either party’s conventions so a lot can happen between now and then—hopefully. We pretty much know who the Republican candidate will be, I just don’t want to hate the Democratic candidate because of all of the trash talking and negativity. I’d like to cast my vote for whomever has the best program, not who was the biggest BS artist.
For those of you who missed it on FB, I witnessed something this week most Michiganders probably never see. I’m staying at Lake Wales, FL for three weeks, and the place is aptly named. The area is full of lakes, ponds, and waterways.
Early Wednesday afternoon I was walking down the side of the road. I had just finished my daily cardio workout at the gym, so I was taking my time and enjoying the beautiful weather and scenery.
As I ambled past a large pond which is attached to several other ponds and a rather good sized lake, a 10-12 foot alligator rose up out of the water right at shore line, fighting with a fish that had to be 2-3 feet long. Being maybe 12 feet from the action, I stopped and watched as did three or four cars.
When the gator managed to get a good grip on the fish, he chomped his jaws and you could hear the bones snap, crackle, and pop. Immediately, the prey stopped flailing. Then the gator lifted his head straight up into the air, opened his mouth wide, and swallowed the fish in one gulp.
Now, did I even think to take my phone out of my pocket while all of this was going on and video the event? Of course not--not until a half hour later. By then, I’m afraid it was a little too late.
“I Don’t Want to wish you Michiganders any bad luck, but…”
Tuesday morning I’m out of here for three weeks so you can have your roller-coaster Michigan weather all to yourselves. I’m headed to FL where I hopefully won’t have to worry whether or not I have gas in my snowblower or not. So there!
While I’m there, I might even get into the mood to continue on with my latest literary masterpiece du jour that I have been ignoring. Like, I mean, I did have to pack and get my income taxes off to my tax man—and no, Stephen King doesn’t have to worry about me showing him up this year: maybe next year.
Which brings up another point, how come none of you have been writing reviews on the latest trilogy—I Can and I Will—Tell Me Why—and Finding Closure? Did you get the book, read it, and then throw it in the corner without sending that review to Amazon? Shame be upon you! There are a bunch of you out there who have the books either in paperback or in Kindle, so let’s get busy. Just to be clear, you people who have them on your Nook are not excused. Get busy with your reviews too.
“I Can’t Believe How Stupid People are When it Comes to Driving on Ice and Snow”
My neighborhood in west Lansing is essentially a triangle with two main streets on the northern and southern edge running ‘kinda’ east and west. Then there are multiple side streets running mostly north and south between the two. (Which, incidentally is irrelevant to the rant.)
Near the west end of the southern main street is a moderate S curve. During the summer people drive it in one of two ways, either slowing down and hugging the right edge of the road so when cars suddenly appear coming from the other way, they don’t run them off the road. Or, the other method is to drive a straight line through the S and hope nobody is coming from the other direction.
Needless to say, too many people never slow down. I mean, like, that extra five seconds is pretty crucial. Anyway, the speeding part always becomes more relevant in the winter. There is one spot on the S where cars slide off the road every year and drop down a decline and then have to be towed out. Hopefully, their insurance doesn’t cover their towing fees.
I would hate to be the owner of the one particular home where it usually happens because his curbside mail box gets taken out at least once a year. This year, they have been lucky. When the car blew out of control two weeks ago, it missed the box by just about a foot. I happened to go by as the tow truck was hauling him out. Couldn’t help but smile. Sucker!
This week somebody else couldn’t be bothered to slow down and wiped out the mailbox and ended up about twenty to thirty feet into the person’s yard. Poor guy, I bet his beer was just as cold that he was racing home to two hours earlier and a $1,000 richer than it would have been if he’d slowed down and taken the curve sanely—wasting a whole 15 seconds.
“Politics and Facebook”
Two days ago I opened up Facebook and scrolled for a while. Not believing what I was seeing, I went back to the beginning and started counting. Of the first twenty entries, sixteen were political. Now, these weren’t just people giving their opinions, they were Photoshopped lies that people repost time after time.
The thing that most amazes me is the fact that people will believe anything. Then, to top it off, they repost it as if it were the Gospel truth. Doesn’t anyone ever check the source of all the BS they put out there? I don’t think so.
I know some people “really” well who believe in the conspiracy theory of everything. If the concept is outrageous and totally unprovable, they believe it. So, when it comes to current politics, if somebody makes a list of what one candidate or the other “supposedly” spewed out or did, they believe it.
Of course, I blame a lot of it on the 24-hour, 7 day a week news stations. They have to cover something around the clock so they bring in all kinds of people who tell you what they “think,” not necessarily what the truth is.
Ah, back to the day when the six o’clock news came on for a half hour to an hour and reported just the basic facts and not a ton of different opinions about what might have happened. Just think, the next election will be over in a short few months, and then we can start all over again—one way or the other.
“Ah, Robo Calls: I love ‘um”
Yesterday was a new one. I was watching a basketball game on TV when the telephone rang. The name and number always show up on screen. Most of the time it gives the name “Anonymous” and some telephone number. Sometimes they’ll actually put a name on it. Well, as I said, yesterday was different. The name and telephone number on screen was mine. What a dilemma! Do I answer it or wait to see if I leave myself a message?
I decided to wait, but darn! I didn’t leave myself a message. When I do answer obvious Robo calls, I normally answer with “Sheriff’s Department, fraud division.” The guys from Bangladesh who want to consolidate my credit cards usually hang up. Of course, the recordings just start talking so I hang up on them.
When I’m really bored and in the “mood,” I answer with “CIA Assassination Squad. Where would you like us to dispose of your body? We always recommend the Dead Sea.” Again, I either get hung up on or a recording which is not fair. I think we should discuss their body disposal. Seems right to me. If they are going to try to waste my time, I might as well waste theirs.
If I’m in my office and Anonymous calls, I punch the button on the printer’s fax machine and let that squeal in their ears. Like, one does have to have some fun.
By the way, if you ever do answer them, make sure you never answer “Yes” if they ask you a question at the beginning. Supposedly, that’s something they record and use it to hack you big time.
“Hummmm! I Wonder”
Interesting. I went to the dentist last week for my semi-annual cleaning and the dentist who checked me over discovered a cavity. My regular dentist has just recently sold the practice but apparently still works two days a week. However, he wasn’t around last week. He’s taking a break.
Anyway, I had a completely different dentist whom I had never met do the final check after the cleaning. I kept getting a strange vibe about the guy. I got the feeling that he was getting carried away looking for something to do where he could make a buck. I’m probably being unfair, but that was my impression. Anyway, he found a cavity that needed attention and the sooner the better.
Today I went in for my appointment to get the cavity taken care of and a different dentist came in and was going to fix it. He checked it over, looked at the x-rays, compared them with last year’s x-rays, and declared there was nothing wrong with the tooth and did nothing to it—much to my disappointment. I love to have my teeth drilled on so much.
To make a long story short, I grabbed my coat and left. I’ll see them again in six months when it’s time for my next cleaning—unless I decide to find a new dentist.
“Ah, Thy Name is Oblivious”
As an inveterate people watcher, I get my jollies watching people in stores and crowded places. Three days a week I go to the Cardio Gym across from the hospital, and then two to three times a week I go to Sam’s Club to get in my cardio walk. That’s where I get an eyeful.
This past Thursday was a perfect example. I passed three carts in the aisles where ladies’ purses sat in the cart unattended. The owners of two of the purses were at least thirty feet from their cart. The owner of the third purse was no where in sight. When I see those, I always have the urge to hid the purse under the various packages in the person’s cart, but since stores are loaded with cameras, I’d probably end up in jail.
Another one that was a bit nerve wracking this week was when I passed a cart with a maybe 1-2-year-old toddler standing up in an otherwise unattended cart. I took a hold of the child by his arm and casually mentioned in my somewhat louder and gruffer than normal school-teacher voice, “Hey there, little guy, you really should sit down. If you fell, that cement floor would hurt awfully badly.” Fortunately, Mom, who was only a half aisle away came racing up and scooped junior up in her arms, thanking me profusely. I didn’t say a word. I didn’t have to.
Another form of obliviousness I find in the stores are the people who park their carts in the middle of the aisle so you can’t get around them without asking them “politely” if you could get around them. Of course, it is kind of fun to ram their cart and push it out of the way and then watch their dirty looks. I mentioned that one to someone earlier today, and they told me about a shouting match that ensued between and old man and younger woman. He moved her cart, and she had a conniption fit over it. The person telling me the story thought the lady was going to smack the guy.
So, those of you who are totally oblivious to your surroundings, keep in mind some old duffer is watching and making fun of you behind your back.
Voila! I didn’t need a 12 or 16-year-old to fix my computer problem, I needed an old duffer who knows about as much about computers as I do these days.
Just to refresh your memory, I got a new computer and wanted to use the cloud so I could work on the same document from either my office computer, or the lap top that I leave on the kitchen counter or drag into the living room, plop it on my lap, and work on one of my literary masterpieces such as “Irrelevant Rants” while watching one of my favorite Detroit professional sporting teams get clobbered.
Anyway, the cloud was not syncing between the two computers—much to my chagrin. Who knows how many hours I put in trying to make the &^%$ thing work? I’ve been playing with this in all my spare time for two weeks to no avail.
Well, I whined about my problem to this really old guy—one of my kids, and he decided to come over and take a look. We played with it for four hours when he suddenly had an inspiration. He said, “I’m going to see if I can uninstall it and then reinstall it and see what happens. Ta da! It worked perfectly. The One Drives (Cloud) are now synced on both computers and all is well and good.
Lesson for the day—we don’t always need juveniles—delinquent or otherwise to figure out our modern-day multimedia problems. Sometimes even “old” guys can figure out what to do.
And now, back to book 1—Mat Rats, which might get done in 2020 after all.
OK, So I was Wrong. I Guess I Need a 12 Year Old”
Life was so much easier back in the old days before senility set in. Believe it or not, there was a time when I actually knew what was going on with computers. Not any more. So, here’s the problem du jour.
Since I have two computers, I decided I really wanted to use the cloud so I could bounce back and forth between the computers while working on a document. For instance, I’m “kind of” in the middle of book 14 and there are times when I get a brilliant idea and want to run out to the computer in the kitchen and make a quick change without going down to my office.
Also, in about a month I will be sneaking off to FL for three weeks and want to be able to work on whatever while I’m gone. For instance, can you even fathom going three whole weeks without an updated Irrelevant Rant? Horrors!
So, both computers were set up with the cloud and all worked great for about a week. Then, out of nowhere, the two decided not to sync with each other. They have the same files, but they don’t update. When I add something to “Irrelevant Rants” for instance, it saves on my office computer’s One Drive (Cloud) just fine, but it doesn’t sync to the computer’s One Drive in the kitchen.
Naturally, the “Kid” who will be 7 on Feb. 29th (The fact he claims he’ll be 28 is irrelevant) and set this up for me has gone back to the state of Washington and can’t help—especially since he’s been ignoring my emails😊 So, I checked with Tony-2 the sixteen-year old adolescent dreamer or entrepreneur I talked about a couple of weeks ago. Tony-2 had no clue. So, either I find a 12-year-old who knows what he’s doing or shell out the big bucks and get some pro to come in and bail me out. Of course, if one of you happen to know what I’m doing wrong, you could email me at [email protected] and help the old duffer out.
“I Need to Borrow a Sixteen-Year-Old”
Santa was way too good to me this year. Along with a ton of other great stuff, I ended up with a new computer and a total of three screens. Well, I’ve figured out the screen configurations, but then comes the problem. I’m saving everything to the cloud instead of the hard drive so I can work off multiple computers without having to use flash drives.
Over the years I’ve managed to end up with multiple files of each and every document. For instance, I’ve found six different files of “Irrelevant Rants” containing six different dates. So, what I’m trying to do is find the newest docs, get them all in one folder, and delete the older versions.
Should be a no brainer, right? Wrong! The final editions of the thirteen books are no biggie. They are all the same. Somehow, I’ve managed to end up with something like four or five WIP (Works in Progress) folders. There are a couple hundred files in each one with all kinds of different dates. How all of this happened, I really have no clue except it has to be at least partially due to working on a lot of files on two different computers and having to move the things around on flash drives.
When I get the latest version of EVERYTHING in the appropriate place on the Cloud drive, and all the excess deleted, it should be a piece of cake. Since Christmas I’ve probably put in ten hours and have barely made a dent in what I’ve got to do. Ohhhhh, I need a genius teenager.
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, happy whatever it is you celebrate and whenever you do it.
My primary holiday wish this year is that people could get off the far left and right fringes and come together for the betterment of the country. I don’t think we need to be name calling and belittling each other even though those of you who don’t agree with me are nuts:-)
Seriously, I’m concerned where we are headed for as a nation. For the past eleven years when one unnamed politician made the comment that it was the number one goal of his party to make sure that the new president would not be reelected, neither party has worked together for the betterment of the country. It’s been politics first, country second—at least that’s the way I see it. Hopefully, in the coming year let’s wish for both parties to moderate their views and try to work together a bit. After all, the good ole US of A comes before anyone’s ego.
In the meantime, let’s finish off 2019 with smiles on our faces and optimism for a better 2020.
Some Things We Don’t Want to Know are the $$$ We’ve Wasted
Over the weekend, I was looking for some peppermint oil that I thought I still had stuffed in the cupboard. I use it every year when I make chocolate, almond bark for Christmas and figured I should make sure I was prepared.
For some reason or the other, I looked at the expiration date on something on the spice rack—2014. Ooops! So, I started checking things out. Every single bottle and container in there was supposed to be used by 2017 or earlier. Some of the stuff even went back as 2012 or had no date on it at all. One five pound sack of flower that had never been opened was dated 2016.
To make all of this worse, I didn’t even know what half the stuff was or what it was used for. Sure, the chili powder, cinnamon, allspice, garlic salt & powder, and nutmeg I knew. However, turmeric, saffron, cumin, basil, caraway, oregano, rosemary, thyme, etc??? I had no clue.
Two hours later, I had the cupboards and refrigerator pretty much empty. Being the good trooper I am, I emptied all of the containers so I could recycle them. Have any idea what a pain it is to try to clean out some of that crap? I even found one half empty jar of raspberry jam that had set up like a rock and did not want to come out of the container. I won!
The bottom line is, I do not want to know how much money I threw away over those couple of hours. On a positive note, there are a lot of waitresses and waiters out there who know me pretty well. Oh, one more thing. I do have to go out and buy a new bottle of peppermint oil.
So, when’s the last time you checked the dates on all the junk in your cupboards and frig?
Adolescent Dreamer or Unique Entrepreneur?
Tony-2 is a real-live 16 year-old young man with a dream. That is not his real name, but it's what I call him. (He knows why, and you don’t need to.)
Tony-2 works as a busboy in a restaurant and has many jobs—cleaning and setting up tables, pouring coffee, wiping up spills, and more. Sometimes when it’s not too busy, he even has a brief minute to chat. That’s where I come in. After 35 years of teaching middle and high school, I like to talk with the kids.
One day I asked him what his plans were once he graduated from high school. Did he plan to attend a trade school, go to college, or what? What he told me kind of threw me off guard for a short while.
He said that he wanted to become a barber, and his best friend wanted to open a shoe store. So, they planned to open a combined barber shop and shoe store. My initial thought was, Oh boy! If only I could be 16 again and live in a fantasy world.
However, the more I thought about it, the more intriguing the idea became. For instance, I have two people in my own family who are complete shoe nuts. They are a father-son combination so it’s obviously a genetic quirk. The ten-year-old probably has thirty pairs of shoes and doesn’t bat an eye when you mention the fact that the new ones he wants this week costs over $200. His father’s shoe collection runs into the hundreds.
Then I got to thinking. Those two would love a place like that. So, where would a store like that even work? Would it fit in a mall? I don’t think so—mainly chain store customers. Besides, in another ten years there probably won’t be any. What about a shop in a place like downtown Lansing? I don’t like that idea either. It would get lost in the maze.
Then I thought of Old Town. Perfect! For those of you who are unfamiliar with the Lansing area, Old Town is a refurbished section in North Lansing. Most of the businesses are as unique as the neighborhood atmosphere. I’ve often heard it referred to as the cultural and creative district of Lansing. I think most of the shops are individually owned without the clutter of a mass of national chain stores. Not only that, but the place offers a lot of entertainment.
So, why wouldn’t a one-of-a-kind place like a combined barbershop and shoe store fit in there perfectly? I’m betting the ten-year-old mentioned above could get his bright red double-width Mohawk trimmed and find at least two pair of shoes he “needed” within a half hour’s time.
So, Tony-2, there’s your business plan. In a year and a half, you’ll graduate from high school. Then, if this is still your dream, go to Barber’s College, and then you and your buddy can go for it! Good luck!
“Do I Really Want to do This?
I dug a book out of the archives that I wrote 35-40 years ago and never published. I’ve been typing, editing, and making changes as I’ve been putting it on the computer. (Originally written on a manual typewriter) My intent is to update it from its original to current times.
Essentially, it’s about a seventh grade boy who gets cut from the basketball team and then goes out for wrestling. Naturally, all is going to work out well for the kid in the end. The problem is, getting him there. Good grief! I can’t even settle on the title. I have the original—which one of my writing groups doesn’t like because it gives away what is going to happen at the end of the first three chapters. I have a version of the one they suggested, which in my mind, would not attract one twelve-year-old in the world.
Naturally, there are all kinds of other issues. Originally the main character told the story from the 12 year-old point of view. Well, I’ve changed that. I want the same character telling the story, but reminiscing back an unspecified number of years. That means a total re-write as I go.
Another big issue is the last chapter I just finished was almost 100% narrative with almost zero dialogue. Why is this a problem? Probably the biggest mantra for writers today is to “Show, don't tell.” Narrative is essentially telling—which means, I will have to rewrite the entire chapter again and “show” what is going on.
The way I see it, if I continue and complete this thing, it’s probably going to take a total of two years—especially at the rate I’m going. Oh well, I’ll keep plugging away at it until I either finish it or go Ctrl, Alt, Delete.
Back in September I mentioned running across a book called “Spirits Rising” that deals with paranormal ghost stories here in Michigan. Reading them brought back a memory from my childhood. I had a very eerie event happen to me when I was about 12 years old.
My best friend’s family at the time had a cottage at Bear Lake. That summer I was invited up to the cottage for two weeks. We spent most of our time swimming in the lake and screwing around like most 12 year-olds. One night three of us (There was a kid from Chicago our age whose grandparents had a cottage three doors down from us) decided to go skinny dipping. We got so loud someone thought there was a problem and called the police. Needless to say, things got a little embarrassing as my friend’s mother brought all three of us out towels to cover up in and race back into the house. Can you believe it? The cop laughed at us. Hrumph!
Anyway, to get to the main point of the story, one day the three of us walked to town. That’s where it got spooky. I knew the town like the back of my hand. I remember telling my friends about a barber shop right around one of the corners. Sure enough, there was. I recognized every store in the town. Not only that, a number of older people I saw – including the barber looked familiar. I couldn’t put a name with any of them, but I was sure I knew them.
The next summer the three of us met up at Bear Lake again, and when we went to town I still had the same spooky feeling that I knew the place and had lived there. I have intentionally never gone back there again. Those two visits are the only times in my memory that I’ve ever had an experience like that.
However, the curiosity has never left me. I think I have at least ten books on the paranormal on my Kindle that I had completely forgotten about. I think most of them were probably free because they are pretty short. Anyway, I’ve been reading them all again since finding “Spirits Rising” just because…
“Back to Normal”
A couple of weeks ago I mentioned this ton of Kindle version give-aways at Amazon—close to 250 in a three day period. Still have no clue what happened there and probably never will. Oh well, doesn’t matter. In the meantime, things have gone back to normal where 1-10 people are downloading the freebie per week.
Like I mentioned before, some people think I’m nuts for giving away copies when I could just as well be selling them. I don’t see it that way. I have 13 books out there, so that means I can give away each book one weekend apiece every three months.
The way I see it, if a complete stranger downloads one and likes it, he or she is apt to look me up on Amazon and see what else is available. I know I have had numerous sales using that tactic because suddenly a couple of related books (mainly the trilogies) will sell and they haven’t even been advertised for a couple of months—to say nothing about the fact they might be five or six years old.
My main goal is to have people read and enjoy. If that happens, I’m happy. So, if you haven’t downloaded all 13, start paying attention and do a different one weekly. Besides, the more of you who do push my ratings up on Amazon and the books show up better. So there! Get busy. Read…