Global warming. Todd Broder. Broderville. Uber. Trump. Goldwater. Lyndon Johnson. West Point. Penn Station. Moynihan Station. Grand Central. Union Station. “Newtown.” Odyssey Networks.
It’s Thursday afternoon and I’m riding north, leaving the city for the weekend. It’s the 10th of December and the sky is bright and the temperature is hovering near 60 degrees.
Gallows humor jokes about global warming proliferate. Burdened with things I am returning to the cottage, I got an Uber to take me to Todd’s office for a call. Chiek, my driver, and I discussed it most of the time between the apartment and office.
He just became an American citizen and so we talked about the election scene. He said in the six years he has been in America, he’s never seen anything like it. I must be twice as old as he and I’ve never seen anything like it either.
Trump barrels on, his foot firmly inserted in his mouth, a condition which does not seem to prevent him from topping the Republican polls. As far as I can tell from newspaper accounts, Republicans are terrified of him and too terrified to do anything about him.
Some are saying that if he is nominated it will be the harbinger of a defeat of the magnitude of 1964, when Goldwater ran against Lyndon Johnson and was overwhelmingly defeated, taking down much of the party with him.
If that happens, there is a part of me that says they deserve it if they give the nomination to him.
The Republican circus is dismaying me. And probably most other thinking adults…
We are gliding past West Point, the redoubt looking splendid in the afternoon sun as we move north.
When I got on the train today, I remarked to myself what a depressing place Penn Station is, especially when compared with Grand Central or Union Station in Washington DC. Those places put a bit of pep in your feet while Penn grinds down the soul.
If I live long enough, they may eventually move train traffic from Penn across the street to what is now being called “Moynihan Station.” Named after the late New York Senator, Daniel Moynihan, the new station will be forged from the old Post Office, designed by the same architect who built the original Penn, torn down in one of New York’s greatest moments of folly.
I woke up grumpy this morning and made a conscious choice to be happy, to enjoy the day – and I am. Yesterday, a project I have been working on died with a whimper.
Yesterday, I was surrounded by friends and a dinner held by Odyssey for its Board and friends at which were shown clips from the films they are working on. “Newtown” has been accepted into Sundance and The White House has asked to see their film on mass incarceration. Much to celebrate.
But when I got home and the laughter passed, I took a little time to mourn my project, falling asleep wanting my teddy bear.
When I woke, the sadness was still hanging on me so I got a grip on myself and reminded myself that the sun had still risen, it was a remarkable weather day for the 10th of December, that other opportunities will come and there are other project joys to be found in the future.


Letter From New York 12 12 15 Climate Change
December 13, 2015It’s hard to believe that Christmas is in thirteen days. The temperature today scratched 60 degrees. I wore only a fleece pullover all day; it was too warm for anything more.
Now, a little after 7, the temperature is beginning to drop and I am thinking of perhaps lighting a fire. When I finish writing this, I am going to watch some video and “wrap” presents, which means I put them in those oh so convenient bags, wrapped in tissue paper.
In the late afternoon, I went grocery shopping as I am having people over for dinner on Wednesday evening. Since I am getting up in the morning and going to the city until Tuesday evening, I needed to do the shopping now. Wednesday I will cook.
Young Nick was here today and we got the table all set so I don’t have to be concerned about that. I love having dinner parties; it feels like a vacation to me putting them together.
My mind rests from all the everyday noise and I am lost in the cooking and prepping.
Because it is so warm, there have been lots of climate change jokes going around.
Today, an accord about climate change was reached by 196 nations in Paris. It is monumental and there is still a great deal of work to be done.
Beijing has been on red alert for several days this month, pollution having reached a level that caused schools to close, factories to shutter, cars to get off the road and for people to stay at home.
Delhi has worse air than Beijing and is doing less about it though starting January 1st, cars will be on an even/odd system for being on the road. But the police say they will cancel it, if it becomes too inconvenient. Which it probably will…
My friend Raja lives in Delhi and has a young daughter who spends this part of the year with nebulizers and in great discomfort because of the pollution.
Yes, we need to be tackling these problems.
Oh, so many problems…
This morning I had an impossibly difficult time waking up but when I did I began to charge into action. It’s that time of year for all of us when there is absolutely more to do than we can but somehow it all comes together.
I’m getting up early tomorrow and heading down to the city. My friend, Rev. Peter Panagore, is giving a talk at Trinity Wall Street about his death experiences. He’s been dead twice. Once as a result of a hiking accident when he was young and, most recently, when he had a massive heart attack and they kept losing him in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.
He has seen heaven.
I hope I do.
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