Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Several years ago. . . Who am I kidding? Many years ago I had an occasion to be piloting a small ship on upper Chesapeake Bay. It was a late winter night but the weather was clear and calm. We were making good course and speed. The radar picture could have been an overlay of the nautical chart. All targets were identified. I knew where I was and what I was doing - and then I didn't. Just that quickly and for no particular reason it all went away. I could have been standing on the moon. We called it "losing the bubble" and it is a really scary thing. What I remember most was that I was frozen. I knew what had happened and thought of several things to do, but could not make a decision. I could not even tell those on the bridge with me. I just stared out the bridge window while panic knocked at my psyche like the wolf at the door.
In the end, I stopped the ship right there in the middle of Chesapeake Bay and, card by card, rebuilt that fragile house.
Well, it's happened again - in a writing sense. So I'm going to stop the (penman)ship. Sorry. I'm going to stop the ship and start from scratch (or scribble.) It may be a while before I blog again. I hope you understand. Thank you.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

This is American justice, example number two. Michael Vick was recently released from the federal prison in Leavenworth, Kansas. Mr. Vick is the professional athlete convicted of conducting a dog fighting operation and just completed a nineteen month stint in jail. He caused the brutal death of many animals and some people feel that the jail time should have been longer, but at least there was an accounting.
The former Vice President is currently making the rounds of the rubber chicken circuit outlining crimes he committed while in office. These crimes resulted in the loss of over four thousand American lives plus over a million innocent civilian Iraqi lives. There is no call for an accounting. There is not even an investigation.
The lesson in American justice here seems to be: if you are black and kill dogs, you go to jail. If you are white and kill people, you get to brag.
I think Mr. Cheney needs to permanently retire to a secure location. One vacancy just occurred in Leavenworth.

Monday, April 27, 2009

This is American justice, example number one. By now we are familiar with the crimes of the last administration; the kidnapping, the lying, the torture, the spying. I shall go no further into these. Except to say that if you don't think lying by politicians is much of a crime, be reminded that these lies caused more American deaths than the 9/11 hijackers.
The new administration feels that we should not waste time investigating and prosecuting these crimes. Rather we should move on, look to the future and not the past.
Consider this: last fall, as a parting gift to the energy corporations, the Bush administration, with little public notice, held an auction for drilling and mineral rights for millions of acres of public land. A college student by the name of Tim Christopher heard of the auction and attended. He obtained a bidding paddle, one of those hand held things with a number on it and he began to bid. He out bid everyone again and again until officials realized that Mr. Christopher was a fraud. The young man was charged with lying to government officials, but he had successfully halted the auction.
Here's the lesson in American justice. The Obama administration has decided that we cannot forgive and forget these lies and is continuing prosecution. Tim Christopher faces ten years in federal prison.
We still have a long way to go.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Wow! I feel like Rip Van Winkle. I closed my eyes and when I opened them two months had past since my last post. Let's see - what excuses can I use here? My failing back failed me and it was uncomfortable to sit at the computer. Well, it no secret that I'm losing my "ro." I used to be robust. Now, I'm just bust.
I could say that my web browser went on the fritz and would freeze or shut down completely when I tried to open certain sites. (A note to Mac users: Install your software updates.)
Or that there is just so much to comment on that I became like a rabbit in the headlights and froze, couldn't decide what to say or how to say it.
O.K., O.K., I've been lazy. But I wanted to comment on three friends who have supported and continue to support my writing. The First is Sam Hoffer. She can be found at mycarolinakitchen.blogspot.com. Yes, it's about food and cooking with some other stuff, but this carolina kitchen is not about grits, ham hocks and greens although she could do those well and there is nothing wrong with them. In fact, I'm making myself hungry. Keep an eye out for her forthcoming book on life in the Bahamas.
Next is Nancy Simpson. Her site is called "Living Above the Frost line" at nancysimpson.blogspot.com. Nancy is a poet with many publishing credits but, more that that, she is a force for the writing arts in western North Carolina and surrounds. There are not many writers here who do not acknowledge her as their mentor. She sits upon her mountain and rules.
Then there is Glenda Beall. She can be found at profilesandpedigrees.blogspot.com. She is also responsible for our bulletin board netwestwriters,blogspot.com. Glenda is the good shepherdess that gently herds us, her reluctant flock, into the new millennium.
Thanks to all three.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

My mother passed away some years ago at the age of eighty-four. That fact is important here only in that most people would say that eight-four years is a decent life span. Most would like to be around longer, but it's decent.
In 1692 our forebearers, in what would become the United States, tortured and murdered their friends and neighbors for the practice of witchcraft. We recognize this as the Salem Witch Trials. Add eighty-four years to that and you come up with (wait a minute - activate the numerator and carry the positron) 1776. That was the year that our forebearers, in what was to become the United States, drafted the Declaration of Independence which stated "that all men were created equal..." What a tremendous step for our society to take in a decent life span, but it was just one step.
I feel that lately our society is leaning backward and if we continue to lean, we will take a backward step. Any time someone tells me what I should read, what I should see, what I should think, what I should feel, what I should fear, it is not for my benefit but their's. They are trying to control me, stop me from going forward, make me take a backward step.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

There will be no peace as long as there is profit in war.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

This is chapter two in the "mouse" saga. Yes, I know it's a mouse. I saw the little nuisance. No, it wasn't in the truck, it was in the shed, more particularly in the chainsaw box. I was going to use my chainsaw (there is nothing like the whine of a well-oiled chainsaw to destroy the serenity of a crisp winter morning) and I went into the box. No, the chainsaw wasn't in the box; the tool I use to open the gas and oil caps was in the box. I don't keep my chainsaw in the box. Who does that? When I opened the box I saw the telltale clump of leaves, twigs and paper. And, a little head peeked out from the mess. Ah ha! I slammed the lid down, took the box into a clearing and called Ms Mousse. Ms Mousse is our Labrador Retriever. No, she's not the animal "moose", she's the dessert "mousse", because she's chocolate and she's sweet. I dumped the nest on the ground, she shoved her nose in it and the mouse took off. Now, the Mousster is sweet, but she's also old and slow, much like the humans she owns. I had to take her by the collar and put her onto the mouse's trail. They played hide and seek for a while, Mousse is susceptible to the double-back, until the mouse skittered up a tree. She did have fun tearing the nest apart. I told her she killed the nest and let the mouse get away. I haven't seen the mouse since. The saga continues.