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July 4, 2017
It is as idyllic as it can be here at the cottage. On an achingly clear day, the sun shines brightly through the green leaves of the trees. A bee buzzes somewhere, the creek is so clear you can see its bed, the air is filled with the thrumming of insects and a soft wind moves the leaves gently.
My coffee is strong and I am slowly rising into the day, the Fourth of July, 2017. My nephew, Kevin, is asleep in the guest room and it is so wonderful to be here, in this spot, enjoying the beginning of this day.
Kevin prepping for a game of backgammon.
It has been a blessing to have been here this spring and now summer, to see the earth return from winter’s sleep, bloom green and touch the peace of this spot. Not far away, a deep throated frog croaks, signaling.
All of this is a treasure and a privilege and a boon to my sanity.
As I sat here, on this day which celebrates the birth of the United States of America, I was thinking what a messy birth and history it has been. It means so much to, I think, all of us and yet those individual meanings are all mixed and jumbled, and so infused with anger. The Week’s cover for June 30th had a “Blue” and a “Red” American glowering at each other, with a line asking whether “Are Red and Blue America headed for a divorce?” The article is about a culture of rage.
And, as we live through this time in our country’s history, with the very real sense of rage on both sides of the political spectrum, I am doing my best to remember that the history of this country, for better or worse, has been driven by a sense of rage. From the Boston Tea Party through our current Trumpian dystopia, there has been rage.
We didn’t part peacefully from England, we warred our way to independence.
We fought a Civil War from which, quite frankly, I don’t think we have ever recovered.
We have assassinated four presidents and there have been numerous other attempts which didn’t succeed. Yes, violence is in our American DNA.
We ripped this land from Native Americans, dragged captives from Africa to work that land as slaves, built our version of the Athenian Empire and are now, and may always be, attempting to reconcile all the ugly facets of America with all the beautiful things it has been and can be.
Immigrants have flooded here from the beginning. Each new wave was met with hostility by those who had come before.
It is ironic but not surprising that one of our current flashpoints is immigration.
An acquaintance of mine, a young Rabbi, recalled his immigrant grandmother hiding as a girl as mobs ran through New York’s streets, screaming, “Kill the Jews!”
America has been and is an experiment and other countries are experiencing our challenges. The relative homogeneity of Europe is being challenged by the flood of migrants sweeping in, seeking a better life as did the millions who flocked to America, also seeking something better.
Change is hard and unwanted change is often met with rage. We are a country constantly changing so it is not surprising we are raging. Because of the acceleration of communication capabilities, we are more knitted together than with greater challenges in finding veracity.
I savor my idyllic spot and cling to the hope that reconciliation will come. Not in my lifetime, I know, but at some point, America will hopefully become what so many politicians have called us, the bright and shining city upon the hill.
- President-elect John F. Kennedy said, in an address to the Massachusetts Legislature on January 9, 1961, “During the last 60 days I have been engaged in the task of constructing an administration…. I have been guided by the standard John Winthrop set before his shipmates on the flagship Arabella [sic] 331 years ago, as they, too, faced the task of building a government on a new and perilous frontier. ‘We must always consider,’ he said, ‘that we shall be as a city upon a hill—the eyes of all people are upon us.’ Today the eyes of all people are truly upon us—and our governments, in every branch, at every level, national, State, and local, must be as a city upon a hill—constructed and inhabited by men aware of their grave trust and their great responsibilities.”—Congressional Record, January 10, 1961, vol. 107, Appendix, p. A169…”[4]
Let us remember this as we close out this year’s celebrations, let us face each other with the light and love Christ had when He, in the Sermon on the Mount, provided the base message for Winthrop, Kennedy, Reagan and others.
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June 19, 2017
It is the evening of June 19th; Father’s Day is beginning to fade as is Pride Weekend in Hudson.
An on again, off again rain falls and an hour or two ago the sky was nighttime dark. Cosseted in the cottage, a martini by my side, I watch the raindrops splatter on the Claverack Creek.
It’s interesting. I was very sensitive over the weekend, a little raw. When I woke Saturday, I was in an unexpectedly foul mood and at the end of the day I took myself home and had a talk with myself.
I felt raw because it was Pride weekend and I woke acutely aware that I am not part of a unit and that I haven’t been very good at dating. The last one felt like I had entered a reality version of Sartre’s “No Exit.”
I am alone and normally it doesn’t bother me and over the weekend it did. Hudson is a town of couples and I am not coupled, which puts me at a bit of a disadvantage. You’re the odd one at the dinner party.
And, then, Sunday, it was Father’s Day. Always a hard day for me. I did not have a great relationship with my father. He was good to me the first few years and then, he wasn’t. The last seven years of his life he had almost nothing to say to me. The night before he died, I was being a squirrely twelve-year-old and he angrily sent me to my room.
It was the last exchange I had with him. The next morning, he had a stroke and died. So, I have spent my life trying to read the runes of the little time I had with him.
Okay, so it’s problematic. Parental relationships are problematic. Maybe mine a little more than others and mine probably a lot less than others, too.
It’s just it pops up on Father’s Day.
And I know so many good fathers; I sent text messages to them today. My godson, Paul, among them. He has two children, a girl, Sophia, and a boy, Noah. I don’t know them well and know enough to know they are interesting children and that’s because they have wonderfully invested parents.
And then there is Tom Fudali, who is Paul’s father, who made me Paul’s godfather and I am eternally grateful for that because Paul is not my son and he is my godson and our relationship is something I had hoped for and didn’t think would happen and has.
And there is my friend, Robert Murray, father of five, who exchanged texts with me while watching his son, Colin, play soccer in New Windsor. Robert reminds me of my oldest friend, Sarah’s, father, John McCormick, who had six children and made their home the place to be. On bitter Minnesota winter nights, the neighborhood would gather and skate on the rink in John’s backyard. They are some of my most magical childhood memories.
And then there is Kevin Malone, Sarah’s son, who has always thought of me as his uncle even though I am not actually his uncle but we have an avuncular relationship that is so effing wonderful! He is not a father and he is wonderful and is a jewel in my life.
So, I was being self-indulgently depressed, and I need to focus in on all the wonderful things which go on in my life and all the wonderful people who are in it.
In the craziness that has been in my mind this weekend, I am so glad I wrote this as it reminds me of all the things for which I need to remind myself that I need to have an “attitude of gratitude.”
In Memoriam:
I read today that Stephen Furst had died. He gained fame in “Animal House” as Flounder, went on to “St. Elsewhere” and “Babylon Five” and directed movies and television shows. For a time, in the 1990’s, we were friendly. He was a gracious, gentle soul, doing his very best in life. RIP. I remember you fondly.
Otto Warmbier, the young student returned from North Korea in a coma, has passed away. It is heartbreaking. At least he was at home, with family.
Tags:Attitude of Gratitude, Claverack Creek, Colin Murray, Father's Day, General, John McCormick, Kevin Malone, No Exit, Otto Warmbier, Paul Geffre, Robert Murray, Sarah Malone, Sartre, Stephen Furst, Tom Fudali
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November 25, 2016
Outside the window, it is grey, darkish and chill. Judy Collins is playing on my Echo [Alexa! Play Judy Collins! And she does.]. It is the day after Thanksgiving, the kind of day to curl up with a good book, a blanket and a fire, which I will do after finishing this missive.
My friend, Sarah, sent me something she had received from one of her dearest friends, who now lives in a Buddhist monastery. “May you enjoy a peaceful day of gratitude for everything that is good and right in the world.”
A great thought for the day after Thanksgiving. There is, after all, much that is not right in the world.
The list of things wrong in this world is endless.
And so, too, is the list of all the things right in the world. When I wake in the morning, I do my best to take a moment to be grateful that I have awakened, that I live, that I am surrounded these days by the soft winter beauty that is my little patch of earth.
Yesterday, Lionel, Pierre, their dog, Marcel, and I wandered up the road to Larry and Alicia’s home, with a view down to the Hudson River. We ate, drank, were merry, and grateful and then gathered around the baby grand piano and Lionel “bashed” out tunes to which all but me sang along. I cannot carry a tune; sitting instead on the sofa, I listened with joy.
We stayed last night at the Keene Farm, Larry and Alicia’s guest house, a wonderful, smaller house than their home at Mill Brook Farm, which is the main residence. That is a house with its foundations in the Dutch settlers in the 1600’s, added onto in the 18th Century, restored in the 20th, added onto again in the 21st. As we left there today, I was thinking I have what I have and I am happy with what I have, content in this third act time.
One of the things I have in this world are wonderful friends.
On Holidays, I have a tradition of texting everyone I have texted in the last year with a “Happy Thanksgiving” or a “Merry Christmas” or “Happy New Year.” Yesterday, my friend Jeffrey texted back he was grateful I was in his life and tears sprung to my eyes. We’ve known each other a long time; been a constant in each other’s lives. It felt so good to know.
Kevin, my nephew, texted me that he loved me as did my godson. Smiles played on my lips. Two such wonderful men; so lucky to have them in my life.
After last night’s feast, we brunched today at the Keene Farm; Lionel and I cooked while Pierre walked, Marcel sniffing around, enjoying the wonders of a new place.
The world is scary. Terrible things are happening and I know that. I am sourly aware that a bomb exploded yesterday in Baghdad, killing Iranian pilgrims. In Iran, a train derailment took 43 lives. Refugees are pawns in the political war of wills between the EU and Turkey.
And outside my window, the Claverack Creek slowly makes it way to the pond at the edge of Jim Ivory’s land, full this year of geese, after their absence for nearly five years. It feels a little order has returned to the universe.
Yesterday, a bald eagle swooped up the creek and took momentary residence on a tree limb across from my window. Then he spread his wings wide and soared up creek, to the north, seeking I know not what.
The bald eagle, symbol of the American Republic, a troubled Republic we all know, yet I quote my great friend Jan Hummel: we will survive this. We survived Warren G. Harding, after all, and Grover Cleveland, who was a scoundrel of the worst sort.
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Dried, dead leaves scatter my deck, an Adirondack chair sits looking lonely over the creek, the dull grey of the skies has continued now for two days. Now I am listening to Joan Baez, thinking back, gratefully, to those days in my youth when I first heard Judy Collins and Joan Baez.
We are all tender right now. Being grateful for the good things in our lives will help us heal, I think.
Tags:Alexa, Alicia Vergara, Baghdad Bombing, Bald Eagle, Buddhism, Claverack Creek, Echo, Healing, Iran, Iranian Train Crash, Joan Baez, Judy Collins, Kevin Malone, Larry Divney, Lionel White, Paul Geffre, Pierre Font, Sarah Malone
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April 17, 2016
When I was kid — and perhaps when we were all kids — there was one house we all gravitated towards, to hang out, to be around. When I was a kid, it was the McCormick house. They were a large family, six kids, in a big house and every year the back yard became a skating rink. In the freezing Minnesota nights the whole neighborhood of kids was there. During the summers we played kick ball in their enormous driveway.
Still close to the McCormick family, I had lunch with Mary Clare McCormick Eros yesterday at Cafe du Soleil on New York’s Upper West Side. Sarah, whom I have known since before Kindergarten and I were planning yesterday when to get together when she is in New York next month. Her son, Kevin, thinks of me as his “Uncle Mat,” even now when he is 31.
Today, I went to Rhinebeck to return to Robert and Tanya Murray innumerable egg cartons as they had donated dozens of eggs from their chickens to my Easter Brunch Church adventures. When I arrived, two of his children and one of their friends were preparing to do a car wash and I was their first car. Robert and I sat on the steps and watched them, sipping deep, rich coffee with steamed milk while they soaped up my car.
I suspect Robert and Tanya have the house in the neighborhood to which everyone gravitates. Sitting there, it reminded me of John and Eileen and the parade that made its way through their home on Aldrich Avenue in Minneapolis. Robert got up from the stoop and swooped in and helped them. It took me back to a much simpler, it seemed, time.
It is very doubtful that time was all that much simpler but it seemed that way to us as kids. I am sure when Tanya and Robert’s five are grown, they will look back on now and think it was a simpler time.
In a gesture of simplicity and love, Pope Francis, sure to be a saint, went to the isle of Lesbos, the epicenter of the refugee crisis and made a speech on the exact spot where orders for deportation back to Turkey were given two weeks ago. In a stunning surprise, a dozen Syrians returned with him to the Vatican to be resettled in Italy with the help of a Catholic charity. All had lost their homes to bombs and six of them were children. It was an act to “prick the conscience of the king.”
Tuesday is the New York Primary. Bernie and Hillary slugged it out, in an increasingly strident fashion in a CNN debate in Brooklyn earlier this week. Both hoarse, both looking exhausted, both fighting tooth and nail, they harried each other and some wonder, no matter who the nominee, if the Democratic Party is suffering wounds as deep as the Republicans have been absorbing with their phantasmagorical season?
It is pitch black outside except for the floodlights on the creek and the lights on my house. It is quiet, except for the thumping of the dryer with a load of clothes.
In the early evening, I went to an event, “Prose and Prosecco,” a fund raising event for the little Claverack Library which is working to raise the money to finish moving into its new building.
Local writers read from their works, two good, one questionable, at least from my perspective. I chatted with a few people but was not in my aggressive meet people mode and left a bit early to come home, do a few things and write my blog.
I relished watching Robert and his children and Maya, the friend, work through their carwash. It was an hour filled with the squeals of delighted children, embracing the joy of being children. The way we once were.
Tags:Bernie Sanders, Claverack, Claverack Library, Hillary Clinton, John and Eileen McCormick, Kevin Malone, Lesbos, Mary Clare Eros, Mat Tombers, Mathew Tombers, Minneapolis, Minnesota, Pope Francis, Prose and Prosecco, Rhinebeck, Robert and Tanya Murray, Sarah Malone, Syrian refugees
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January 27, 2016
As I type, the train is sliding south towards New York City. To my right, the sun is setting and the fading glints of golden sun are reflecting off the ice floes in the Hudson.
Friends warned me yesterday when they heard I was coming in to bring my boots. The city is warming up and the snow is melting, creating rivers at the intersections.
There are a couple of meetings and then I get to see Kevin, my nephew, and to give him his wedding anniversary present to carry back to Washington, DC, where he and Michelle live.
Ammon Bundy, of the Oregon Stand-Off fame has been captured while one of his top lieutenants and frequent spokesperson for the group, was shot down after, reportedly, charging at the police. According to reports, the dead rancher, LaVoy Finicum, had vowed to die before he went to jail.
About eight occupiers are still within the Refuge and are managing a live YouTube stream from there. One faced the camera and said, “They’re coming to kill us.” The FBI has been taking a patient stance on this one, letting time play out.
Playing up, or perhaps acting out, is Donald Trump who won’t appear on the Fox Republican Debate because Megyn Kelly is one of the moderators. He used the word “bimbo” in relation to her in a tweet. The tweet went : “I refuse to call Megyn Kelly a bimbo, because that would not be politically correct. Instead I will only call her a lightweight reporter!”
What would a day right now be without another piece of mind from The Donald?
Perusing the entertainment news this evening, I fell upon a story of a new film, based on a Vanity Fair story, that has Michael Jackson, Elizabeth Taylor and Marlon Brando all jumping into a car together to reach New York after 9/11. The movie that will star Stockard Channing as Elizabeth Taylor and Joseph Fiennes as Michael Jackson. Brian Cox is Marlon. Wait, Joseph Fiennes is a white actor best known for “Shakespeare in Love.” Ahhhhhh, what are they thinking? We’ll find out someday.
But what a concept, Elizabeth Taylor, Marlon Brando and Michael Jackson in a car crossing America, together! Sounds like an absurdist play… I think.
The Iranian President is visiting Italy. A museum there covered its statues of naked men and women to be sure he wasn’t offended. When Italian journalists questioned this, no one has taken responsibility. It happened but no one seems to have ordered it. President Rouhani didn’t ask for it. The Italian Prime Minister, Matteo Renzi, didn’t suggest it. The head of the museum is shrugging his shoulders.
Do you remember the DeLorean? It is making a comeback! A company has been formed and will make about four a month, to be sold for about $100,000 a piece. It’s the car Marty McFly and Doc Brown flew into the future with in the “Back to the Future” series of films.
The Fed has hinted today that it is possibly still on track for a March rate hike which caused another day of market swoons. But not for Facebook, it soared on rising revenue! But Apple, darling Apple, fell after reporting its best quarter ever but folks are worried it doesn’t have much up its sleeve for the future.
After the Nazis occupied Denmark and began ordering Jews to wear a yellow star, the Danish King started doing the same in an act of solidarity with his Jewish subjects. Today Danish lawmakers passed a law that allows Denmark to seize the valuables of refugees seeking asylum there.
It doesn’t seem a very Danish thing to do and underscores how frightened Europe is about the influx of immigrants. The Danes are going to make the immigrants live in specific areas or camps which is going to increase their isolation and their dependance on the Danish government.
The US, historically, simply lets immigrants in and lets them go about their business, making us incredibly diverse and relatively peaceful in our diversity. Europe doesn’t seem to be following our example — we haven’t done it perfectly but over time we have gotten more right than wrong.
The golden tinged sun has set; it is dark, the city approaches…
Tags:9/11, Ammon Bundy, Back to the Future, Danish Refugee Law, DeLorean, Denmark, Donald Trump, Elizabeth Taylor, Iran, Kevin Malone, LaVoy Funicum, Marlon Brando, Mat Tombers, Mathew Tombers, Megyn Kelly, Michael Jackson, Nazis, New York, Rouhani
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January 26, 2016
Columbia Greene Community College Media & Society Hudson Valley Kevin Malone Flint Michigan Water Situation Governor Snyder Detroit Teachers’ Sick Out
It is Monday evening and I am home, safe and sound. I taught my first full class today and I survived. I had a good time and they seemed to have a good time, thank God.
One student told me he had been advised to take by his advisor and he was not happy. I think he is happier tonight. There is a young man who sits to my right when I am facing the classroom, quiet and withdrawn. I will have to work on him as one-fifth of his grade depends on engagement in the class. He has a heavy air about him.
Anyway, I was relieved. I had a good time. It’s been 35 years since I was in charge of a class and I was afraid I had lost my touch. Not yet, I hope.
The sunset tonight was pinkish so I am hoping for a good day tomorrow. I stayed in the Hudson Valley where there is no snow, forsaking the city while it works to dig itself out. My nephew, Kevin, will be in the city, I think, Wednesday and Thursday and, if his schedule permits, we will get together.
He is finishing his law degree and will be joining a law firm in DC that specializes in medical issues which is where he has been working for the last four or five years. He is an extraordinary young man and I am extraordinarily proud of him.
Not proud I am of the Flint, Michigan water debacle. What happened that lead found its way into the water supply? What a tragedy… It’s being called “economic racism” by some. In the same state a Judge has refused to stop a “sick out” of Detroit teachers who are protesting things like vermin carcasses in the schools along with black mold.
Any wonder they’re upset?
Governor Snyder of Michigan shouldn’t look for a national post anytime soon, methinks. Really! What was this about? Abandoning the poor and desperate? What state did he think he was Governor of?
I might go on a rant here about what are we doing? How can the Governor of Michigan ignore what is going on in Detroit, once the jewel in the crown of that state?
How was it that his administration chose to mock reports of bad water in Flint?
I am confused. Is this not government failing?
Yes, I think so.
A Republican Governor in Minnesota did not support maintenance of infrastructure and a bridge collapsed there. He is not the current Governor.
Governor Snyder of Michigan ignored, it appears, reports that Flint’s water had gone bad. How can one morally not investigate? How?
I am angry tonight. And I am carrying forward the anger that I heard from students today about issues like this.
It was pleasantly surprising that they are more outward focussed than I thought they might be.
Interesting days, these…
Tags:Columbia Greene Community College, Detroit Teachers' Sick Out, Flint Michigan Water Situation, Governor Snyder, Hudson Valley, Kevin Malone, Mat Tombers, Mathew Tombers, Media and Society
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January 1, 2016
Happy New Year! It is another grey day in Shepherdstown, WV, which has had nothing but a string of grey days since I arrived here almost two weeks ago. The day, while grey exteriorly is sunny inside, surrounded by old friends. My nephew, Kevin, is prepping to make bacon to go with waffles. His wife, Michelle, is reading the news on her phone and I am beginning my letter while waiting for a call.
My friends, Medora Heilbron and Meryl Marshall-Daniels, and I have convened most Thursdays or Fridays for almost fifteen years to share our week’s experiences, our highs and lows and to love and support each other. It is a gift the universe has given us and we have helped each other through a whole variety of things and have celebrated our successes and supported each other in our bumps in the road.
When one of us is traveling and the call doesn’t happen, it doesn’t feel like the week is quite right. It’s good to be starting 2016 with a call.
I can’t quite believe it is 2016. I never thought I would live this long but here I am, slowing moving into old age and having a better time of it than I thought I would.
My stomach bug has lifted and I woke this morning in fine fettle, eager to burst into the new year. I texted friends to wish them Happy New Years and then came down and made coffee and read another 25 pages of my textbook.
The world, of course, is not coursing as quietly or as joyfully as my life in Shepherdstown.
A suicide bomber struck a restaurant in Kabul last night. Five were wounded in the French restaurant, one of the few still catering to foreigners.
During New Year’s Eve celebrations in Dubai, a luxury hotel and apartment building caught fire and competed for attention with the fireworks at midnight. Officials are investigating the cause of the fire. 12 were injured but there appear to have been no fatalities.
Wayne Rogers, “Trapper John” from the TV series “MASH” passed away last night, surrounded by family. A much beloved star, he was also a shrewd investor and successfully managed money for a variety of clients while also acting.
Less than an hour ago, it was announced that Natalie Cole, one of the great voices of the 20th century and the daughter of the legendary Nat King Cole, passed away. She was 65.
In a Tel Aviv pub, two were killed and four seriously injured by a gunman. Investigators are working to determine if it was a crime or terrorism. Isn’t terrorism a crime? Yes, I think so.
In Turkey, President Erdogan, who was Prime Minister for ten years, is seeking to change Turkey’s constitution to make the President, not the Prime Minister, the senior position. An example he quoted: Hitler’s Germany. He did not elaborate. No wonder the world thinks he may not be committed to democracy.
What I am committed to today is to enjoy feeling well, my spirits boosted by the sun breaking through the clouds and the camaraderie of friends and family.
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December 30, 2015
It is the eve of New Year’s Eve and I am in Shepherdstown, WV with my childhood friend Sarah and we are prepping for the return of Sarah’s son, Kevin and his wife, Michelle Melton. Her husband Jim has gone on to Alabama to see his parents.
The balmy weather has passed and we are in a string of grey, chill days. I have been a bit under the weather today; some small stomach bug has bitten me and I have had only tea and dry toast.
It has been a pleasant day though. I am prepping my mushroom soup and a salad for dinner while doing my best to take it easy. We went to the store, Sarah and I, and picked up some foodstuffs and wine for tomorrow.
Mary Clare, Sarah’s older sister, and her husband Jim own the house we have been occupying for the Christmas party. Tonight they are returning from New York, with their son Michael and we’ll all toast the New Year in tomorrow.
My eyes have been turned from the world while watching movies, including “Steve Jobs” with a wonderful turn by Kate Winslet as well as Michael Fassbinder. Today, Sarah and I were watching “Suffragette” with Carey Mulligan and Meryl Streep. It is about the struggle for women in Britain to get the vote.
The hard life of lower class women of the time, both in Britain and America, is almost unimaginable yet it was…
I remarked that it was the other side of “Downton Abbey.”
We have come a long way since then but not nearly far enough.
The rest of the world has remained away because I have not turned to face it. I’m not eager to right now though it will need to be faced when this respite is over.
I’ve been ploughing through my textbook for “Media and Society” and beginning to organize the class.
Checking my emails, there is almost NO business going on in my world. I am assuming that everyone, like me, has retreated into the Christmas Week mode.
The stomach bug has made me a bit weary so I am going to sign off. But not before wishing all and any who read this, a very, very Happy New Year!
Tags:Carey Mulligan, Happy New Year, Jim Malone, Kate Winslet, Kevin Malone, Media and Society, Meryl Streep, Michael Fassbinder, Michelle Melton, Sarah Malone, Shepherdstown WV, Steve Jobs, Suffragette
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December 26, 2015
Boxing Day. Shepherdstown, WV, Olde Hudson Cheese. Dena Moran. Sarah Malone. Kevin Malone. Michelle Melton. Jim Malone. Syria. Mosque fire in Texas. Corsican fire. Australian fires. NY Times Virtual Reality. World Food Program. Hope, AK. Bill Clinton. Hillary Clinton.
Outside it is as grey, as it has been for the last few days. It is warm, too, near 50 degrees in Shepherdstown, WV. It will be grey all day with rain probable in the evening.
It is the 26th of December, Boxing Day in those countries once affiliated with the British Empire. Boxing Day derived its name from two traditions. One is that for servants it was the day they had off to celebrate Christmas after devoting the actual day to waiting on their “betters.” The other reason was that on the 26th of December, children would roam the streets of England collecting alms for the poor in boxes.
Often in the past I’ve had a “Boxing Day” party. When Dena Moran, proprietor of Olde Hudson Cheese in Hudson heard I was gone between Christmas and New Year’s, she frowned and said, “What, no Boxing Day party?”
But I am gone, sitting at the dining room table of my friends’ home in Shepherdstown, sipping coffee the morning after a lovely Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.
My oldest friend, Sarah McCormick Malone, her husband Jim, their son Kevin and his wife Michelle, and I gathered around the dining table and have feasted. We have sipped wine and consumed appetizers and desserts and wonderful mains, crab cakes and duck.
We spent two hours opening presents around a small tree we purchased on Christmas Eve to ensure that there was Christmas spirit in the house.
Now, on Boxing Day morning we are all gathered in the kitchen, preparing for French toast and more feasting and a concert tonight.
While I’ve been coddled in the warmth of my friends and the coziness of this home, the world has been relatively quiet as I looked at the news this morning.
In Corsica and in Texas, mosques were burned on Christmas Day as antipathy against Islam grows in the West. In Hope, AK the childhood home of Bill Clinton burned in a case of suspected arson. Was he the target of the anger or his spouse, Hillary, who is leading the Democratic field for the Presidential nomination?
Disastrous fires burned over a hundred homes outside of Melbourne, Australia while tornadoes and flooding ravaged northern Alabama.
While we feasted, celebrated, opened presents, and enjoyed the coziness of this house, the war waged on in Syria with a rebel leader killed on Saturday. He was anti-Assad and his death will have ramifications in the confusing cauldron of that country.
As we were prepping our Christmas duck last night, Kevin shared a VR NY Times video about refugees, taking us as visually close as we could to the lives of three young refugees, one from Ukraine, one from Syria and one from South Sudan, two boys and one girl. It was stunning and affecting and each of us experienced it felt closer to their experiences than we would have simply by reading articles.
The Ukrainian boy fled with his family as rebels advanced. When they returned, his grandfather’s body had been in the garden all winter, the school destroyed and most homes damaged. The Syrian girl lives in a refugee camp and gets up at 4 AM to work in the fields. In Syria they had toys, now they only have each other. The Sudanese boy fled with his grandmother into the swamps. His father was killed, his mother has disappeared. They fend as best they can.
VR Video made this painfully real.
When I begin teaching in January and someone asks me what to look at in media, I would suggest looking at Virtual Reality as a career opportunity. It is changing our media experiences.
We spent time after opening presents to discuss what charity we might want to support this year. High of the list was World Food Program which supports the feeding of refugees. I tended toward that organization after seeing the plight of the three children.
We have more refugees since any time since the end of World War II.
It is a great deal to think about as I wander through another day, in a warm house, surrounded by warm friends, knowing that my friends and family are safe but from all but the most normal of hazards, living without, for the most part, any fear of suicide bombers, starvation and having to live with idea of fleeing at a moment’s notice from their homes and towns.
Not like so much of the rest of the world.
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May 13, 2015
As the workday draws to a close in New York, I am preparing to go to see “The 39 Steps” Off Broadway. A few weeks ago I made a pledge to myself that I would work to do one cultural thing a week for myself. Two weeks ago I went to “It’s Only A Play” on Broadway with Matthew Broderick and Nathan Lane and Stockard Channing. The following week I went to a screen of the new film version of “Far From The Madding Crowd,” the rom com version according to some reviewers. And I went to the new Whitney Museum.
Tonight, it’s “The 39 Steps” a lighthearted take on Alfred Hitchcock’s movie of the same name. Earlier today I was seeking out what I might do next week. Maybe a morning at another museum?
What has been dominating headlines and my email today has been the tragic Amtrak crash last night just outside of Philadelphia, killing seven at the last account and injuring many dozens. I could almost visualize the spot where the train left the track. I don’t know how many times I have traveled that route, coming and going between New York and D.C.
My nephew, Kevin Malone, phoned me last night to see if I was all right when I didn’t respond to two texts. I was already in the soft arms of Morpheus when they came in and didn’t hear the alert sound. Several other friends checked in on me today, all knowing that the route is one of my regular trips.
It now appears the train was traveling at near 100 MPH when the curve is supposed to be taken at 50 MPH.
There are about 100 of us who are regular commuters on the Empire Line, which runs from New York to Albany. We have a Google groups mailing list and it has been very active today. It feels as if distant members of our “family” have been involved.
In what may have been inappropriate or at least awkward timing, a Committee in the House voted today to cut funding for Amtrak.
As a regular consumer of Amtrak, I am a big supporter and can’t believe that we are allowing our rail infrastructure to slip the way it is. But then I am boggled at the way we are letting all our infrastructure crumble. I think about it every time I cross a bridge; thousands of them are not up to snuff.
The peevish and pudgy North Korean dictator has apparently executed the number two man in the army for falling asleep at one of his meetings. He had him shot with an anti-aircraft gun, certainly a way of making sure the job was done thoroughly. Probably he didn’t sleep through that.
A number of North Korean officials have simply disappeared and he is said to have had his aunt poisoned after ordering his uncle, her husband, killed.
Still awake is George Lucas, who is celebrating his 71st birthday. Happy, Happy to the man who gave us “Star Wars.”
In what is probably no surprise to anyone who follows the tech world, Facebook and Instagram are the two top social apps for mobile users. Facebook owns Instagram. The Zuckerberg juggernaut plows forward.
The Verizon purchase of AOL is continuing to be parsed in the press, with bits of snark attached to many such as: this will be the second time AOL has been involved in the world’s worst merger.
On the campaign trail, the big story today is that Jeb Bush fumbled a question about the Iraq war and that has created a discomfort among his supporters and an opening for his rivals.
In Iraq, the defense ministry is claiming that Abu Alaa Al-Fari, second in command of IS, has been killed in an air raid on a mosque. The U.S. cannot confirm the death but does confirm the mosque was bombed.
Fourteen months ago, MH370 disappeared into the ocean and has not been found. Searchers did find an unidentified shipwreck. It shows the equipment is working well though still not find the missing plane.
In the South China Sea, the Chinese are building some islands. Their position is that the extension of the islands increases the area of their international waters. The U.S. doesn’t agree. Nor do Japan and the Philippines. A U.S. warship sailed through those waters and the Chinese are upset, sounding warnings about playing nice in very strong words.
I am off to catch my play, with hopes of a bit of food before the curtain rises, looking forward to an evening of laughs not snark.
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Letter from the Vineyard 
Letter From Claverack 07 04 2017 Thoughts from the creek on Independence Day…
July 4, 2017It is as idyllic as it can be here at the cottage. On an achingly clear day, the sun shines brightly through the green leaves of the trees. A bee buzzes somewhere, the creek is so clear you can see its bed, the air is filled with the thrumming of insects and a soft wind moves the leaves gently.
My coffee is strong and I am slowly rising into the day, the Fourth of July, 2017. My nephew, Kevin, is asleep in the guest room and it is so wonderful to be here, in this spot, enjoying the beginning of this day.
Kevin prepping for a game of backgammon.
It has been a blessing to have been here this spring and now summer, to see the earth return from winter’s sleep, bloom green and touch the peace of this spot. Not far away, a deep throated frog croaks, signaling.
All of this is a treasure and a privilege and a boon to my sanity.
As I sat here, on this day which celebrates the birth of the United States of America, I was thinking what a messy birth and history it has been. It means so much to, I think, all of us and yet those individual meanings are all mixed and jumbled, and so infused with anger. The Week’s cover for June 30th had a “Blue” and a “Red” American glowering at each other, with a line asking whether “Are Red and Blue America headed for a divorce?” The article is about a culture of rage.
And, as we live through this time in our country’s history, with the very real sense of rage on both sides of the political spectrum, I am doing my best to remember that the history of this country, for better or worse, has been driven by a sense of rage. From the Boston Tea Party through our current Trumpian dystopia, there has been rage.
We didn’t part peacefully from England, we warred our way to independence.
We fought a Civil War from which, quite frankly, I don’t think we have ever recovered.
We have assassinated four presidents and there have been numerous other attempts which didn’t succeed. Yes, violence is in our American DNA.
We ripped this land from Native Americans, dragged captives from Africa to work that land as slaves, built our version of the Athenian Empire and are now, and may always be, attempting to reconcile all the ugly facets of America with all the beautiful things it has been and can be.
Immigrants have flooded here from the beginning. Each new wave was met with hostility by those who had come before.
It is ironic but not surprising that one of our current flashpoints is immigration.
An acquaintance of mine, a young Rabbi, recalled his immigrant grandmother hiding as a girl as mobs ran through New York’s streets, screaming, “Kill the Jews!”
America has been and is an experiment and other countries are experiencing our challenges. The relative homogeneity of Europe is being challenged by the flood of migrants sweeping in, seeking a better life as did the millions who flocked to America, also seeking something better.
Change is hard and unwanted change is often met with rage. We are a country constantly changing so it is not surprising we are raging. Because of the acceleration of communication capabilities, we are more knitted together than with greater challenges in finding veracity.
I savor my idyllic spot and cling to the hope that reconciliation will come. Not in my lifetime, I know, but at some point, America will hopefully become what so many politicians have called us, the bright and shining city upon the hill.
Let us remember this as we close out this year’s celebrations, let us face each other with the light and love Christ had when He, in the Sermon on the Mount, provided the base message for Winthrop, Kennedy, Reagan and others.
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