As I look forward to July 4th I am reminded that much of this Country's history as a nation grew out of laws and a common understanding of right and wrong. The Supreme Court decision to allow the Constitutionality of the Affordable Health Care Act is such an exmple.
Just as I was, and still am, distressed with the Court's decision to equate corporate with citizen influence in legislation and elections, so too am I encouraged by Jurists who showed common sense in today's decision.
July 4th can inspire and celebrate the ability of "We the People" to use our common sense to define right from wrong under the law, no matter how long it takes. Now we need to assure that those who represent us will help to implement the much needed Affordable Health Care Act.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Saturday, June 23, 2012
DOG TRAINING AND MORE?
The couple were having their coffee outside. They had their dog an Alaskan Husky with them. The dog was held on a close leash by its big, strapping owner. It soon became obvious this was a young dog being trained by its owner.
A small black Terrier walked by and wanted to take on the Husky. The Husky wanted to take on the Terrier. The Husky owner tensed up, and commanded the dog to sit. The dog sat. The Terrier walked on. The couple finished their coffee and left.
As they left, I noticed the woman was quite pregnant and walking behind the man who was still training the dog. I wondered how much of a role the man would have with the forth coming child, and thought, the baby will not be so easily "trained."
A small black Terrier walked by and wanted to take on the Husky. The Husky wanted to take on the Terrier. The Husky owner tensed up, and commanded the dog to sit. The dog sat. The Terrier walked on. The couple finished their coffee and left.
As they left, I noticed the woman was quite pregnant and walking behind the man who was still training the dog. I wondered how much of a role the man would have with the forth coming child, and thought, the baby will not be so easily "trained."
Sunday, June 17, 2012
ALISTAIR COOKE VS CITIZENS UNITED
Alistair Cooke was an articulate British television host and American journalist. He was intrigued and wrote extensively about America and its system for governing. At one point, he was discussing what would happen if a single, unjust law came into being in America. "Well then," Cooke replied, "there is always the Supreme Court to rectify things."
I was reminded of his words when I recently read an account by Brian Schweitzer, Governor of Montana, describing what has happened in his State because of the Supreme Court's infamous Citizen's United Ruling. Reading about the impact of this Law on Montana it is difficult to understand how some members of the Judiciary could so easily give up their power to protect society from the tyranny of organized idealism.
Would that Alistair Cooke's observations and belief in the strength of our judicial system was upheld by the Supreme Court.
I was reminded of his words when I recently read an account by Brian Schweitzer, Governor of Montana, describing what has happened in his State because of the Supreme Court's infamous Citizen's United Ruling. Reading about the impact of this Law on Montana it is difficult to understand how some members of the Judiciary could so easily give up their power to protect society from the tyranny of organized idealism.
Would that Alistair Cooke's observations and belief in the strength of our judicial system was upheld by the Supreme Court.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
SUMMERTIME AND OTHELLO
I do not know how many summer theaters there are throughout the country. I do know that St. Louis is blessed with a gem.
Early in June, I attended a production of Shakespeare's Othello. It was held in the City's free, professional summer theater situated in a Glen beneath the graceful Art Museum Fountains in Forest Park.
The acting was richly complimented by imaginative staging,lighting and excellent audio. In addition to the main stage, jugglers, fire eaters, and musicians roamed the grounds. Small tented stages carried quick time quotes and Shakespearean acts of lure. Everywhere, people on blankets enjoyed simple and gourmet-like picnics.
Othello may seem less dark when staged under star light but it still asks us to examine our attitude about others while recognizing the harm rogues can do to the purest of heart.
Early in June, I attended a production of Shakespeare's Othello. It was held in the City's free, professional summer theater situated in a Glen beneath the graceful Art Museum Fountains in Forest Park.
The acting was richly complimented by imaginative staging,lighting and excellent audio. In addition to the main stage, jugglers, fire eaters, and musicians roamed the grounds. Small tented stages carried quick time quotes and Shakespearean acts of lure. Everywhere, people on blankets enjoyed simple and gourmet-like picnics.
Othello may seem less dark when staged under star light but it still asks us to examine our attitude about others while recognizing the harm rogues can do to the purest of heart.
Saturday, June 2, 2012
MS. PIGGY & VOTER I.D. IN FLORIDA
This past February, I visited a friend in Florida. While there, I went with my host to the Palm Beach County Office to renew his Driver's License. At the County Office, there were almost 200 people in the Waiting Room. Most everyone had been there more then two hours, us included.
My friend and his wife have been living and voting in Florida more than 25 years. They have maintained their Driver's License and their Voter Registration Cards all that time. For 2012, they were required to produce original copies of more documents than I have space to enumerate.
Waiting with him, I thought of Ms. Piggy and how she would handle all this. I think she would go to the middle of the room and yell, "ATTENTION!" The room would quiet and she would say, "We all know what this is all about! ORIGINAL DOCUMENTS INDEED! All of us have enough documents right now! I am going home and write a letter to the most important person I know to put an end to all this nonsense." She would toss her hair, twirl around and leave. As I wished we had done.
My friend and his wife have been living and voting in Florida more than 25 years. They have maintained their Driver's License and their Voter Registration Cards all that time. For 2012, they were required to produce original copies of more documents than I have space to enumerate.
Waiting with him, I thought of Ms. Piggy and how she would handle all this. I think she would go to the middle of the room and yell, "ATTENTION!" The room would quiet and she would say, "We all know what this is all about! ORIGINAL DOCUMENTS INDEED! All of us have enough documents right now! I am going home and write a letter to the most important person I know to put an end to all this nonsense." She would toss her hair, twirl around and leave. As I wished we had done.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
TRIP ENDS IN PHILADELPHIA
We came back to Philadelphia on an especially auspicious weekend.
It was graduation day for the University of Pennsylvania and other schools. Hundreds of teams of scullers from all over the country were vying in the Mother's Day Race on the Schuylkill River and The Barnes Institute of Art formally opened on the Parkway.
We stayed near Rittenhouse Square, a small Park surrounded by old brownstones, apartment houses, shops and of course, restaurants with sidewalk cafes. We walked there to find a restaurant but it was virtually impossible to get through the crowds.
We opted instead for Effie's, a small Greek restaurant where I often met with fellow writers. We passed Kimmel Center, home of the Philadelphia Orchestra, where people were watching the concert broadcast on a large outdoor screen.
I was born and raised in and around Philadelphia. The reason for the week long trip was that Ed was curious about the places and people he had heard about and it was an opportunity for me to catch up with so much that is a part of me.
Broad Street is the City's spine off of which run a multitude of ethnic and tony neighborhoods. It runs from the Naval Base in the South to Cheltenham Avenue in the North. Market Street runs East from the Delaware River to the Schuylkill River and West. The streets intersect at City Hall.
Ed and I went North on Broad. We traveled past Temple University. As we did, I wondered if the students I taught there still remember my charge to them, ask hard questions, and use P.A.M.?
The Spanish-Portuguese Synagogue an imposing building where my sister and I first attended Hebrew School is still standing but is now home to a Vietnamese Congregation. Across the street was the "Hinky Tire Company," my father's first business. We had lived in the aparment above. It is uninhabitable.
A long row of Brownstones, boarding and flop houses were on the rest of the block. All have been demolished. On the corner of this same block was an elegant florist, Grakelow 's which catered to the carriage trade. Up the street, only a historic marker shows the site of the Shibe Park/Connie Mack Stadium, home to both the Phils and the "A's" baseball teams.
As we explored the neighborhood I spotted my first public school,the Staton. Children were playing in the schoolyard. We traveled past the house where I was given a doll by a neighbor. The doll is still sitting intact in my curio.
Good friends and family came out to join us for coffee one morning. We sampled Philly's cheese steaks near the Italian Market and drove past the house where my father was born and raised and went to school. We were hosted by a close friend for dinner on the Main Line and stopped in Swarthmore to visit more family.
The day before we left, more family came in from New Jersey, New York and the suburbs for brunch. We all bemoaned the distance that keep our visits infrequent.
Before we headed for PIA a guard at the Philadelphia Art Museum in the Raymond G. Perelman Building told us that children who saw the 1969 Olivette portable typewriter display wanted to know how it worked.
It was a wonderful trip. Ed took me to the Airport, then went on to D.C. I came home happily exhausted after seeing so many people and places unique and important to me. Andrew met me at the Airport.
It was graduation day for the University of Pennsylvania and other schools. Hundreds of teams of scullers from all over the country were vying in the Mother's Day Race on the Schuylkill River and The Barnes Institute of Art formally opened on the Parkway.
We stayed near Rittenhouse Square, a small Park surrounded by old brownstones, apartment houses, shops and of course, restaurants with sidewalk cafes. We walked there to find a restaurant but it was virtually impossible to get through the crowds.
We opted instead for Effie's, a small Greek restaurant where I often met with fellow writers. We passed Kimmel Center, home of the Philadelphia Orchestra, where people were watching the concert broadcast on a large outdoor screen.
I was born and raised in and around Philadelphia. The reason for the week long trip was that Ed was curious about the places and people he had heard about and it was an opportunity for me to catch up with so much that is a part of me.
Broad Street is the City's spine off of which run a multitude of ethnic and tony neighborhoods. It runs from the Naval Base in the South to Cheltenham Avenue in the North. Market Street runs East from the Delaware River to the Schuylkill River and West. The streets intersect at City Hall.
Ed and I went North on Broad. We traveled past Temple University. As we did, I wondered if the students I taught there still remember my charge to them, ask hard questions, and use P.A.M.?
The Spanish-Portuguese Synagogue an imposing building where my sister and I first attended Hebrew School is still standing but is now home to a Vietnamese Congregation. Across the street was the "Hinky Tire Company," my father's first business. We had lived in the aparment above. It is uninhabitable.
A long row of Brownstones, boarding and flop houses were on the rest of the block. All have been demolished. On the corner of this same block was an elegant florist, Grakelow 's which catered to the carriage trade. Up the street, only a historic marker shows the site of the Shibe Park/Connie Mack Stadium, home to both the Phils and the "A's" baseball teams.
As we explored the neighborhood I spotted my first public school,the Staton. Children were playing in the schoolyard. We traveled past the house where I was given a doll by a neighbor. The doll is still sitting intact in my curio.
Good friends and family came out to join us for coffee one morning. We sampled Philly's cheese steaks near the Italian Market and drove past the house where my father was born and raised and went to school. We were hosted by a close friend for dinner on the Main Line and stopped in Swarthmore to visit more family.
The day before we left, more family came in from New Jersey, New York and the suburbs for brunch. We all bemoaned the distance that keep our visits infrequent.
Before we headed for PIA a guard at the Philadelphia Art Museum in the Raymond G. Perelman Building told us that children who saw the 1969 Olivette portable typewriter display wanted to know how it worked.
It was a wonderful trip. Ed took me to the Airport, then went on to D.C. I came home happily exhausted after seeing so many people and places unique and important to me. Andrew met me at the Airport.
Monday, May 28, 2012
ON THE WAY TO CAPE MAY
We left Absecon Island for the Somers Point Dinner. Old juke-boxes are still on tables where Ed and his brother had earned "Clean Plate Badges." The bridge leading to the Dinner, once known as the rickety-rackety bridge has been replaced by one high enough for the QB II to sail under, by my estimation.
We traveled along coastal roads passing through one seashore town after another. In Ocean City, I pointed out the home of the late Jean Fuschillo who I worked with along with Ruth Fisher and others to create awareness of the worth of wetlands and the natural environment.
Jean's home faces the Ocean behind the dunes. Ed and I walked out on the beach in something of a tribute to her memory and to Ruth Fisher, too ill to see us on this visit.
We passed the little known Carson's Inlet with its almost pristine hidden beach and the towns of Strathford, Sea Ilse City, Avalon and Wildwood, all similar but each with its own special identity. McMansions in Avalon seemed out of place even with with the City's well-tended bird sanctuary for egrets.
As we traveled, we were entertained by a profusion of birds as they left their nests in the brush. Red winged blackbirds came zipping across the road.
When we came into Cape May, we were pleased to find our accommodations had a backyard with eight purple martin apartment houses. The martins were constantly busy building their nests and chirping loudly to let us know this was their territory.
Cape May Point is the very Southern tip of New Jersey. It's State Park was established because of the efforts of local citizens. The Light House, built in 1859, is still used by The Coast Guard as a navigational beacon.
The hull of a concrete Merchant Ship which sank is visible from the beach. A concrete Bunker built in the event of an enemy invasion during World War II was equipped with living quarters and long range howitzer guns. The Bunker once stood off shore in the Ocean, today it is beached.
While we were there a group of Amish teenagers set up a volley ball net on the beach and played in teams of mixed gender. In addition, they brought thermal food containers and large beach blankets. All of them reminded me of simpler times and summer-time excursions to the Ocean.
Before we left for Philadelphia, we had breakfast in Congressional Hall a restored hotel built in the 1800s. From 1968 to 1995, Congress Hall was operated by the Cape May Bible Conference under the infamous Reverend Carl McIntire. Our server was a Russian exchange student working for the third summer at the hotel. Other guests in the dining room represented different nationalities and ethnic groups. I had the feeling McIntire must be turning over in his grave.
From there we headed for the Atlantic City Expressway and Philadelphia.
We traveled along coastal roads passing through one seashore town after another. In Ocean City, I pointed out the home of the late Jean Fuschillo who I worked with along with Ruth Fisher and others to create awareness of the worth of wetlands and the natural environment.
Jean's home faces the Ocean behind the dunes. Ed and I walked out on the beach in something of a tribute to her memory and to Ruth Fisher, too ill to see us on this visit.
We passed the little known Carson's Inlet with its almost pristine hidden beach and the towns of Strathford, Sea Ilse City, Avalon and Wildwood, all similar but each with its own special identity. McMansions in Avalon seemed out of place even with with the City's well-tended bird sanctuary for egrets.
As we traveled, we were entertained by a profusion of birds as they left their nests in the brush. Red winged blackbirds came zipping across the road.
When we came into Cape May, we were pleased to find our accommodations had a backyard with eight purple martin apartment houses. The martins were constantly busy building their nests and chirping loudly to let us know this was their territory.
Cape May Point is the very Southern tip of New Jersey. It's State Park was established because of the efforts of local citizens. The Light House, built in 1859, is still used by The Coast Guard as a navigational beacon.
The hull of a concrete Merchant Ship which sank is visible from the beach. A concrete Bunker built in the event of an enemy invasion during World War II was equipped with living quarters and long range howitzer guns. The Bunker once stood off shore in the Ocean, today it is beached.
While we were there a group of Amish teenagers set up a volley ball net on the beach and played in teams of mixed gender. In addition, they brought thermal food containers and large beach blankets. All of them reminded me of simpler times and summer-time excursions to the Ocean.
Before we left for Philadelphia, we had breakfast in Congressional Hall a restored hotel built in the 1800s. From 1968 to 1995, Congress Hall was operated by the Cape May Bible Conference under the infamous Reverend Carl McIntire. Our server was a Russian exchange student working for the third summer at the hotel. Other guests in the dining room represented different nationalities and ethnic groups. I had the feeling McIntire must be turning over in his grave.
From there we headed for the Atlantic City Expressway and Philadelphia.
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