I didn’t go to the authorities right away. I lived with the anger, sleaze, resentment, disgust, and fear for a long time. Even after I approached the new Executive Officer of a nuclear submarine I was assigned to in 1960, three years after the incident, I was still not free of any guilt-feeling or fear … More My Own Experience with Sexual Assault
My best friend forever told me this story. She was on the back of a motorcycle for a quick ride down the West-Side Highway. In the dark. In the night. In the shadow of the twin towers. She’s Nina. She survived. She’s from Brooklyn. Of course she survived. She’s Nina. LIVING IN THE FAST LANE … More Life in the Fast Lane
This is the time of year that sends us inside to retrieve a favorite sweater if we are outside and want to sit on a chair to breathe air for a few moments. My spot is in a corner of this tiny open deck by the slider under a canopy of Forsythia branches that have … More Fall Equinox
A news magazine I follow on-line published a story by one of their premiere correspondents. This guy is clever and young and savvy in many ways. He has used the term “Ex-Con” three times to my knowledge. I am an ally to those who are oppressed. Formerly incarcerated citizens are a group that fits that … More Labeling People for Fun and Profit.
John McCain’s best friend in the Navy was Admiral Charles Robert Larson. The Admiral passed away about 4 years ago. McCain was buied today next to him on the Naval Academy Grounds. They arranged this many years ago. Like I said, they were best of friends. I was the Engineering Officer on the deep submersible … More Admiral Chuck Larson once Commodore of Submarine Development Group One
I just got off the phone with my cardiologist’s office. I called them to tell them I was not going to drive to the hospital for a scheduled follow-up appointment this afternoon. I had decided that I could do just as well by talking on the phone to whomever I was going to see. My … More The Medical Follow-up Appointment
The proof is in the pudding. Point out something that is being done today that is part of a plan. Let me know when you are ready to talk (or point). I contend that life is a journey from mistake to mistake. Can you imagine if it was a journey from success to success? (Cue … More Nothing is Impossible. I call Bullshit. Everything is Impossible.
Vague enough to be true. Thoughts from the Seiza bench. I have discovered an online fun toy, a new age, bullshit generator. You can read my choices that are included in italics and in between goodbye notes. We exist as frequencies. Synchronicity requires exploration. Today, science tells us that the essence of nature is choice. … More GOODBYE NOTES PART SEIS. Also: VAGUE ENOUGH TO BE TRUE.
I sat out this afternoon. The house was almost too warm so I moved myself, coffee, notebook, book of poetry, smaht phone, and ink pen to the tiny deck on the south side of the house. The sun was gone past so it was shining only on part of the deck and my plastic fake … More The Heat Wave, and I Wave “Hasta Luego”
Inspired by a look-up of “marcusean”. Capitalism, industrialization, and consumerism run like rivers swollen with storm water overflowing their banks. The spillage and flooding into the surrounding plains are easily identified with flea markets, yard sales, and landfills, the delight of future anthropologists. The people, the communities, attached garages, and storage closets are the back-rivers … More Stresses are Cumulative
Playing Fair and Being Kind 