First Sunday in Advent. Christ Church Episcopal. Shooting at Planned Parenthood. Obama. Media and Society. Pope Francis. Kampala, Uganda. John F. Kennedy. Erdogan. Putin. Climate Conference. Justin Trudeau. Queen Elizabeth II.
Christmas. Pandora.
It is the Saturday after Thanksgiving. I’ve been up for a while but am still rubbing the sleep from my eyes while sipping my second cup of good, strong coffee. It is a long, lazy day ahead of me.
The day is very grey and the deck of my house is wet with the results of light rain through the night. In other words, it is drear out there. The unseasonable warmth has receded and I am warming the interior of the cottage with the soft sounds of “Cool Jazz Radio” on Pandora.
Today, at 3:30, young Nick is coming over and we’ll do what we do every Saturday after Thanksgiving. We will put up the tree and decorate the cottage for
Christmas. I will begin to play Christmas music and the season of celebration will commence.
Tomorrow is the First Sunday in Advent. I enjoy the sense of community I get from attending Christ Church Episcopal. Back, a long time ago, a friend of mine described herself as “quite spiritually moist” when asked by her boyfriend, an evangelical Christian, if she didn’t feel something was missing in her spiritual life?
I guess I might describe myself as “spiritually moist” myself.
Yesterday, I almost started to write a blog but didn’t. The shooting at the Planned Parenthood clinic in Colorado Springs affected me rather badly. What, ANOTHER shooting?
For reasons I don’t quite fathom, it rocked me; I felt broken in some way. Obama has said, “Enough is enough.” True but how to achieve it?
Today is better. I got up and wanted to write. The coziness of the cottage is alluring. I could sit here and do my best to ignore the world but how can I?
On January 20th, I will start teaching a class at the local community college called “Media and Society.” Can’t turn my back on the world while teaching that class…
300,000 people attended a mass in Kampala, Uganda offered by Pope Francis on his first trip to Africa. Another 150,000 young people attended a “pep rally” at an unused airfield. Francis urged Ugandans to be “missionaries at home” by attending to the old, ill and abandoned in that country.
For all his many flaws, John F. Kennedy was a beacon in his time. Francis is a beacon of hope in this time. In Argentina, he was known as “the bishop of the slums” of Buenos Aries. Now is the Pope to the slums of the world.
Paris, if it is even possible at this point, has increased security in advance of the Climate Change Conference coming there this coming week.
The young man who was the mastermind of the Paris Attacks on November 13th, planned more attacks, on Jews and on transport and schools. He had grand plans for terrorizing France.
Turkish Prime Minister Erdogan is hoping to have a private moment with Putin at the Climate Change Conference in Paris, hoping to tone down the tension that has been rising between Turkey and Russia since the Turks shot down a Russian warplane.
On his way to the Climate Conference, new political heartthrob, Justin Trudeau, Prime Minister of Canada, stopped off at the Commonwealth Conference in Malta. He, of course, toasted the Queen of England, Elizabeth II and commented that she had seen more of Canada than most Canadians. She responded: thank you for making me feel so old, said with a smile.
Yesterday it was nearly 66 degrees. Today it is 37. I am tempted to curl up in the cottage and ignore the world but I won’t. I’m off to the gym after a Thanksgiving break and then to the Dot for food and this afternoon, the tree.
Despite the world’s woes, I am going to push myself toward my inner Christmas self and celebrate what is right with the world and not what is wrong.


Letter From The Train 01 03 16 Optimistically riding into the future…
January 3, 2016New Year 2016. National Cemetery at Antietam. War Between The States. Racism. States’ Rights. Martinsburg, WV Obama Crossing the Rubicon Racism Homophobia Xenophobia Koch Brothers Rockefeller Carnegie
It is nearing noon on Sunday, the 3rd of January. I have discovered I’m having no difficulty thinking of this as 2016. Usually, I have trouble turning the date, thinking of it still as last year. Not this year…
I seem ready for 2016 and what it will bring.
It feels like a fresh, blank piece of paper, ready to have events written upon it. For me. Events have already been happening out in the world and the story of the year has begun to be written.
It still feels fresh to me. Unsullied…
To make sure I was on time for my train, I drove a rental car into the city. It gave me time to think.
Driving past the National Cemetery at Antietam, I thought about the Civil War. Not so long ago I read an article that southern states are re-writing the history of the war so that it was not about slavery but about states’ rights. I thought the victors got to write the history of a war but apparently not in this case; some revisionists are successfully revising.
Unlike some friends, I find no endless fascination with the War Between The States.
Driving past Antietam this morning, I felt a wave of sadness not so much because of the war but because of the harsh legacy slavery has left us, a legacy from which we are still recovering.
Returning from picking up the rental in Martinsburg, WV I listened to an interview with a youngish African-American who was involved in Obama’s election campaigns but now is in local politics in Atlanta, I believe. He spoke of the bitterness he felt at the treatment of Obama while he has sat in the White House.
Unfortunately, I think some of the political obstructionism from Republicans and Democrats that we have seen in the last seven years has been because Obama is black. It is never said but it lingers in the air around him.
He crossed a line that has never been crossed. Electing a man of African-American heritage crossed the Rubicon and the world will never be the same. And some resent one more step into a future that will prevent the past from ever being reclaimed.
For a country so young, we obsess about our past, ever yearning for “good old days” that were never quite as good as they are remembered.
Growing up in mid-century America, I can look back and see endless examples of racism, covered in polite mid-western turns of phrase. There was homophobia and xenophobia mixed with middle-class snobbery.
One of my sociology books in middle school proclaimed that being American citizens allowed us to stride the world with the same ease and pride that Roman citizens could within their empire.
I’m not sure the Roman Empire was exactly something that young Americans should have been taught to admire. While remarkable, it was a cruel world that had little regard for human rights.
Minnesota was not as bad as some places I visited. The first time I visited Oklahoma my hair was shorn for a role in a play at the University of Minnesota. The second time I returned, it had grown longish. The same checkout women at the grocery store who had been so nice to me when I had been shorn, shunned me when my hair was longish, not long, only longish.
In Arkansas, a friend fretted for me because I was “a long haired blonde white boy from the North” and they didn’t much like them kind there.
The world is no doubt a better place. Obama was elected. We are scrutinizing actions of police toward people of color. Questions are being asked and young people are sloughing off their parents’ bonds, as every generation does.
We are in, as we have so very often been, at a critical juncture, a country feeling around for its future, as we always have done. It has been attributed to Churchill that he said: you can count on the Americans to do the right thing, after they have tried everything else.
It always seems like we are trying everything else. But history has taught us that somehow we manage to do better each generation than the last. While we have the Koch brothers today to vilify, in the past we have had Rockefeller and Carnegie.
Against all the odds, I am entering this year optimistically, eager to find out what the future has to hold, for me, for the world, the country and for you.
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