Thursday, July 26, 2012

ST. LOUIS "GUN GUY" IN THE BEACON

Shortly after the killings in Colorado The St. Louis Beacon our Internet newspaper carried the commentary, "Reflections of a gun guy in the wake of a massacre." The writer explained that he had spent his entire life in law enforcement and is the owner of eight hand guns.

He described his knowledge of a broad range of weapons while criticizing the press for less than accurate description of fire arms. He said he did not mean to trivialize "an atrocity" into the minutia of nomenclature and said the press did get the big story right: "lunatic armed with potential weapons shots lots of innocent people."

He sited the 16,000 murders a year in the USA and says he is sympathetic to concerns about self defense. He concludes with the question, "At what point does self defense become self destructive?"

I wondered if gun owners and other citizens would take part in small community gatherings to talk about the "Gun Guy's" question?
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Saturday, July 21, 2012

HOT, HOT, AND HOTTER

This morning the sunrise was like a lovely pastel painting. The red ball, with the ability to cause so much distress, lingered, almost shyly as it cleared the horizon and then ducked into low hanging clouds on the horizon. As it did so, shades of blues, greys and pinks streaked across the sky.

The night had been the gentleness it has been in weeks. We welcomed evening breezes and temperatures in the 70s, but were told to expect another week of triple digit days and nights that hover in the 80s. Even native Missourians admit to never having seen temperatures or remembering anything like July 2012.

People remain as in cloisters, coming out only for necessities or to get to cooler places even as some forgo caution to try to keep to whatever morning ritual is theirs as St. Louis breaks all records and 105 seems to be the "norm" for each day. It is hot!

Sunday, July 8, 2012

INITIATION FEE TO CLUB EIGHTY

I am now a full fledged member of Club 80 having broken my toe recently.

After much testing, and a couple of pieces of tape across my big toe, I learned about the delicate balance between things inside and outside my body that keep me going. One of the tests that fascinated me allowed me to hear the rhythmic pulsing and the orchestrated sounds of blood as it made its way through my veins.

The Emergency Room of the hospital I visited was neither as glamorous nor exciting as are those portrayed on TV. It is rather an untidy bedlam of humanity of the stricken and the healers. Sometimes services were provided swiftly with great caring. While at other times overworked staff and overburdened facilities provided little time for caring or for conveying information.

The ER brings together people of all ages faiths, social and economic differences and political beliefs. The whole experience was an eye opener for why Congress needs to pass The Affordable Health Care Act, as it was a less than easy introduction to Club 80 for me.