Tuesday, January 28, 2020

ODE TO A ROBOT

Once, not too long ago
a small red robot lived in the bottom
of a tool maker's grey tool box.

Every once in a while
the tool maker would put the robot
in the window of his shop so the robot
could see the sun or moon or billowing
clouds in a blue sky.

One day a lady came into the shop and said
I want to buy the robot to give to my friend.
The tool maker asked the lady, "Why?"

She said I think the robot is magical.
It would do a good job of entertaining my friend
so my friend does not get lonely when I go away.

So the lady bought the shiny red robot
and gave it to her friend who never
was lonely again.


Thursday, January 23, 2020

DEAL-MAKING IN AMERICA

President Donald Trump said, "I make great deals for our country"(*) when he was asked about his reaction to his impeachment trial. Perhaps our president is not aware that many voters came here  from other countries to escape tyrants who ruled without law.  Many people came to America for the opportunity to gain education, freedom of religion, and an economic class-less environment.  They came here and found that environment, not because of one individual or political party, but because people trusted each other and valued truth, honesty and respect for law and a free press.

This country has committed wrongs and injustices in the past.  Changes were made rapidly, and sometimes we lacked the fortitude, wisdom and patience necessary to move on to new responsibilities as citizens.  Today our legal recourse is in the power of the voters in local, state and congressional representation as well as national elections.  As citizens, we need to take on the  responsibility of learning why the outcome of the impeachment process of Donald Trump could imperil all we hold dear, here and around the world.

See you at the polls!

___________________

(*) New York Times
January 23, 2020
Gail Collins




Tuesday, January 7, 2020

WHY THE HOTEL WORKERS UNION WON

When I read "Hotel Workers' Union Morphed Into an Imposing Political Force."*  I thought of many friends who had worked so heard to make this happen but were not around to see it come to pass.

I lived in Atlantic City in 1960. The City was called the Playground of the World.  Located on Absecon lsland it had a boardwalk that ran from the inter coastal waters to where the Bay met the Atlantic Ocean. The inland waterway was a beehive of activity. Its docks provided a safe haven for small sailing boats to giant, luxurious yachts.  Streets held bars,  seafood restaurants and bait shops all privately owned,  hired seasonal workers for minimal salary and  tips.

On the Ocean side of the Island huge castle-like hotels fronted the Boardwalk and beaches.  Each hotel was staffed by people who provided everything a guest could desire.  Food, drinks, hair and maid services, valet and babysitters were provided with ease and often at all hours.  The Traymore, Chalfonte Haddon Hall, and the Claridge rented suites for the summer season or held them year around.  Part of employee training and rules was that guest needs were the priority for which the employee was responsible. Yet, no job security or health benefits were part of management's responsibility. In the 70's the City began to look seedy. Shops like Reese Palley's, Charles of Atlantic City and Needlecraft worked to allow Casino Gambling to turn the City around. Casino gambling was going to bring back prosperity.

I left Atlantic City to work in Washington DC.  I tried to keep up with friends who remained in Atlantic City, but I don't know really how much injustice and corruption still exists.  I do know that when I read the account of Peter Ward, president of the Hotel Trades Union and what he said to people to organize them I was thrilled.  Ward said, the definition of stupid is a person who doesn't exercise some kind of enlightened self-interest to gain the power to be heard and to do it through the
democratic process.

Now get out there and vote!

 _________________________

 *New York Times November 3
J. David Goodman











Saturday, December 28, 2019

REFLECTIONS ON TIME THEN AND NOW

Twenty-years ago on December 31 people began to wonder what will happen when The Digital Transformation begins?  Would transactions made in 1999 be honored when banks began to use zeroes to record financial and personal deposits?  How would Hospital, Police and Fire Departments  operate?  People began to store water, food and other necessities in fear that delivery systems would be interrupted. Though the engineering changes had been studied and anticipated many years before, there was a sense of uncertainty that calamity would happen when the great Crystal Ball of New York would ring out the message "Happy New Year 2000!"   I  believe the same sense of uncertainty and fear is felt now.

To overcome our fear then we sought the advice of honest, reasonable leaders who were not arrogant.  We found  information easily and accessibly through a free press.  As citizens we used technology to  help us improve deficiencies and extend opportunities for education.  In the next twenty years we will experience more changes.  Sometimes we may call upon religious or spiritual faith to ease us through change, but  let that faith not question one's loyalty to this country.  It is not a single person or  ideology that will lead us safely.  Not one of us is above the law, it is our heritage.    We need to listen more to correct injustice.  We need to examine our own behavior.  The New Year allows us to be hopeful that America's fairness  will be seeded by the kindness we citizens accord each other.

May good health, good weather and common sense be accorded you and yours in 2020.

                                            HAPPY NEW YEAR 2020!

                                         








Monday, December 2, 2019

WORDS AND WIT THAT INSPIRE

I was curious  about the article "The Polymath Who Led With His Wit.*"

I had never heard of a polymath.   Nor did I know of the writing of Clive James a literary critic until I read his eulogy. At first I thought polymath was about mathematics.  In some ways the logic of mathematics combined with the rhythm of music are the things I enjoy most about writing.

James was 80 when he died. I read of his literary accomplishments and of his ability to laugh at himself and illness.  He left a legacy of quotes. In one of his final interviews he talks of "The childish urge to understand everything doesn't necessarily fade.  If you don't know the exact moment when the lights will go out, you might as well read until they do."

Would that all of us understood that kind of plain, earthy language.

                                          _________________________

*The Polymath Who Led With His Wit
Dwight Garner/ An Appraisal
New York Times, 11-30-19









Wednesday, November 13, 2019

NEW POST NOVEMBER 13


THANKSGIVING 2019

PEACE, SO STRONG OUR DESIRE, SO FRAGILE TO ACHIEVE

OUR TABLE HOLDS FAMILIAR AND NEW DISHES

SURROUNDED BY FAMILY, FRIENDS AND STRANGERS

TELLING STORIES THAT PRESERVE US

AS WE REMEMBER THOSE NOT HERE.


Beverly Rehfeld
from St. Louis, Missouri

Friday, November 8, 2019

THE MEMORIES WE PRESERVE

Last week Don and I visited the August A. Busch Conservation Memorial Park.  We were hoping to catch a glimpse of the last of autumn's colors.  We did see some earthy colors like ochre-yellow and sturdy green trees, but what I found so beautiful was the nearly 7000 acres of land itself. The land was once owned by farmers and individual private property owners until it was sold by Missouri to Mr. August Busch in 1947. Mr. Busch's wife Alice contributed $70,000 to the Missouri Department of Conservation to preserve the area for public use.

We traveled the narrow but well marked roads around the park. We saw signs of the crop land that may have been in existence at the time the State of Missouri took over and created the nature reserve.  We saw some of the 550 acres of lakes and ponds and the remains of farming fields. Once in a while Don spotted a bunker or two used by the United States Army to store TNT and other toxic chemicals years ago.  As a result, the area became a part of the Federal Superfund Environmental Program.

Of particular interest to me was the boardwalk over the wetlands. It was not very large, but large enough to provide a small shack through which we observed ducks.  Some of the geese flying overhead "honked" loudly as if we had disturbed their area.  We searched without success to find frogs or even some small minnows in the weeds.  There was a small slick in the weeds which I wondered, could it have been toxic causing the absence of amphibians.

As I left the duck blind which faces East toward the Mississippi River, I thought of the people we had seen fishing and hunting and biking along the way. I wondered too what reaction there may have been by Native Americans who may have spotted strangers about to inhabit their land. Did people object to the Federal Government's takeover of their property because of a "strange law" known as Eminent Domain?

When we left we were refreshed and inspired. The Memorial, through the efforts of Alice Busch to keep alive and preserve this part of Missouri's history, benefits all of us. Being there was a reminder of the power of land and water and of how both can be enhanced or destroyed by humans and nature.