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Ode to an Odd Spring

It’s been practically two months since the Trump inauguration. The standing of the United States has dropped steeply and swiftly.

The news has been filled with details of a White House in chaos and a President whose lack of engagement rivals that of Louis the XVI.

He has wasted no time betraying the desperate working poor who helped to elect him and his administration spends most of its time denying reality.

Appointees are selected seemingly without concern for their backgrounds or their fitness or their competency.

Can you tell I’m a little depressed over this?

Let’s cheer ourselves up with Tom Tomorrow

Of course, when it comes to escapism via mayhem, Rick Stevens is usually a trustworthy refuge…




Let’s hear from Matt Lubchansky, who comments on the current U-S Attorney General, Jeff Sessions…


Okay, I admit it, I’m still pretty bummed out here.

But the world is not without hope!

Children are still being born and still being loved and still love. The days are now longer than the nights and will continue that way for about 6 more months.

And with every misguided and misanthropic step he takes, the 45th President of the United States cements his destiny as a one-term president.

Once his political base wakes up to their harsh new reality, his fate is sealed.

Now, could we please lighten up the mood a little around here?…



That’s more like it!  

😊  😏  😎

As always, I thank the artists whose work appears in this humble blog.

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Birthday Musings

Some Thoughts Further Along the Timeline

Gosh!   Has it really been a year already?   Wow!

366 days ago (remember, it was a leap year,) I had no idea how much change was in store.

We were about to weather an ice storm which would shut the town down for almost three straight days.

The Denver Broncos won the Super Bowl. The Pittsburgh Penguins won the Stanley Cup.

The Chicago Cubs won the World Series!


And something else happened; if only I could recall what it was…  Oh yeah, that’s right!…

Everybody thought the election in November would boil down to a contest between Clinton and Bush.

We were a simple people. It was a simple time in our history.  And now we know:

👉 About 46% of us are still a simple people! 👈

As one of my former Radio colleagues used to say on his morning talk show almost two decades ago, “Paging George Orwell!”

Eric Blair, better known to the world by his pen name, George Orwell

I suppose it goes without saying that, as simple people go, some are simpler than others.  Take this map of the world as seen by the new federal administration:

A View of the World, as Seen by Emperor Donald the Last

Let’s change the subject shall we?  Oh, yes please!…

My wife and I are more in love than ever after 11-and-a-half years. Our daughter is blossoming into a beautiful and truly awesome young lady. Tiny Pochapin is as devoted as ever. Whatever may happen outside these walls, that will never change.

I have transitioned from a desktop PC to a tablet computer (a TC (?)) and have developed a shaky talent for typing with two fingers on a miniaturized keyboard equipped (or as I prefer to think of it, “booby trapped,”) with a dangerous autocorrect feature.  It hasn’t managed to sneak anything by me yet, but it’s only a matter of time…


My work continues to keep me busy, but I still manage to carve out a little time to write.

I’m proud to say I’ve invented a new word, Trumpid™©®, and a couple of hashtags, #ThanksVladimir and #EmperorDonaldTheLast.

I onced fantasized about writing a monumental novel that would move people deeply and alter the course of their lives. Now I’m satisfied to spit out a hashtag that struggles to achieve a couple days’ currency.


My thanks go out to the many talented artists, such as Tom Tomorrow, Rick Stevens, Kotopopi and Matt Bors, who have blessed this blog with their own genuinely extraordinary gifts over the past year.

In fact, it’s been too long since Matt Bors’ talent has graced this blog..

Last month my Mother passed away at the age of 90. That was a challenge, but my family was there for me to help me meet it.

She never saw this blog, but I know she would have approved of it inasmuch as I learned progressive pragmatism at her knee.

But death didn’t just touch my nuclear family. For Baby Boomers like myself, the Grim Reaper seemed to gallop straight through the heart of our popular culture, as not just David Bowie but Maurice White, Buckwheat Zydeco, Alan Rickman (my favorite “Galaxy Quest” character) and…



My God, the way that man moved around the stage, he had to be in prime physical shape… except for the painkillers. But still, he was almost 10 years younger than I am!

I mean, what am I still doing here?

Carrie Fisher, Debbie Reynolds…


I SO would have married her in a minute!…

Mary F**king Tyler Moore!

Where is the justice?

Oh, and this just in!… or out…

Sir John Hurt!

John Hurt and Derek Jacobi 40 years ago relishing a scene together in the BBC production “I, Claudius” as nephew Caligula and his uncle Claudius. Their characters would both be emperors of Rome before the series concluded.

Man! This is turning into one casualty-intensive year! The man who channeled Caligula, Winston Smith,

John Merrick and the poor Kane, himself the first casualty in the sci-fi action-thriller “Alien” franchise.

Let me tell you something…

I would trade ALL of the Desperate Housewives AND throw in the entire cast of Jersey Shore PLUS most of the Republican National Committee AND the entire present day White House staff (ESPECIALLY Kellyanne “They made me read “Nineteen Eighty-Four” in college but I never really got it” Conway) just to get all of these departed talents back.

It would be a bargain, and…

Admit it, just between us, who’d miss ’em?

Finally, perhaps, here’s a purported White House Press Corp flow chart intended to help the dishonest media stay oriented:


Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I rest my case.

Until next year.

Your assurance of quality… pretty much…

For My Mom

On January 8, 2017…

I just want to say that I have always loved you, even when I didn’t know how to say so.  Even when I didn’t know why to say so; even when I didn’t know when to say so; even when I didn’t know whether to say so.

There were so many times when I should have reached out across the gulf of time and space, of inches and yards and miles and weeks and months and years.  There were places I could have been, persons I could have been, things I could have been.

And yet I loved you, even as you loved me and neither of us could say the words that we found too dear to speak aloud.

And you have done so much and you have done so well.  You have forgiven so much and without regard to what might been. You have done so very well indeed.

Please rest in the LORD; you have rightfully earned your place.

I love you.


A Few Thoughts On Memorial Day

Here in the American heartland, it is the Memorial Day holiday today.

Intended to call to mind a remembrance of the sacrifices made by American servicemen and women over the years, it is intended to be a day of reflection and honor for the fallen heroes of the U. S. military.

We have several holidays of this sort here in America.  There’s Veterans’ Day, V-E (Victory in Europe) Day, V-J (Victory in Japan) Day, Armistice Day (as Veterans’ Day was originally called,)there’s Patriot’s Day (on September 11th)  and – of course – Independence Day on the Fourth of July.  I’m pretty sure that’s most of them, although it wouldn’t surprise me to learn I may have missed at least a couple.  Like I said, we have a lot of them.

English: Fireworks and the Lincoln Memorial du...
 Fireworks and the Lincoln Memorial  in Washington, D.C. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

One could come away thinking America must be a rather somber place what with all these days stuffed into the calendar dedicated to remembering so many who have perished as a result of so many calamitous wars.

Perhaps it’s because there are so many of these types of holidays, but the unintentional effect seems to be that NONE of them are particularly somber.  And most end up being unfortunately frivolous.

Americans – or at least many of those who are my contemporaries – feel put upon if they must be somber for any considerable amount of time.  They don’t enjoy it.  It doesn’t DO anything for them.  They derive no tangible benefit from it.  To borrow a phrase from my adopted field of work (Marketing,) there’s no ROI (Return On Investment.)  There’s nothing to be gained in the sense of immediate gratification.  It puts no money in your pocket, you don’t lose any weight or gain any substantial popularity.  It doesn’t make you famous… or even infamous.  Do the Kardashians observe Memorial Day?  Does Rhianna?  Beyonce?  Ryan Gosling?

Let’s be candid.  Memorial Day perseveres on the American calendar because it serves an alternative purpose: it demarcates the non-astronomical start of the Summer Vacation Season.  It’s the boundary line at which the American economy is thought to shift from earnest work (September through May) to trivial self-gratification and leisure (June through August.)  It’s when North America goes on vacation.

Or at least it used to be, anyway.

In the current economic climate, with fewer people gainfully employed and earning enough to pay all their bills and still have something left over, the once-traditional American vacation is no longer considered among the entitlements many enjoy.

There are fewer people who take the kind of time and expense that was once so much more common even 25 years ago.

I ought to know, I’m one of them.

Even 20 years ago, I had only one job.  It was full-time.  I worked at least 40 hours a week and it was extremely rare when I didn’t.   I had benefits.  I enjoyed my work: it was fun.  With the kind of lost innocence that brings a pang to the bottom of the throat, I even had expectations of working for my employer at that time all the way until my retirement.

And, from time to time, I went on vacation.  Sometimes I drove, occasionally I flew, but almost without doubt, I traveled.   Sometimes across the state, sometimes across the region, occasionally, across the continent.

I don’t do that anymore.  No, sir.  Can’t afford it and wouldn’t know just where I’d want to go if I could.  Is it me or does it sometimes seem as if nowhere on Earth is safe anymore?

Oh, I’m sure such places DO exist; they may even be plentiful in number.  But they’re not getting the kind of attention that keeps them uppermost in our national consciousness.

Too bad, because we need to re-focus.

And that’s where Memorial Day comes in.

We need to stop thinking that the country or the world owes us safety or security or happiness.  It doesn’t.   These things are debts which we as human beings owe to ourselves.  We have to make places secure.  We owe it to ourselves to find our own happiness.  And how do we do that?  We must exert ourselves.  We have to care.

It’s work.  It takes strenuous effort and we are never guaranteed a successful outcome.

It’s kind of like being a soldier.

You set out with a task, a mission if you will.  You strive to achieve it.  You encounter challenges, sometimes failure.  But sometimes, you also encounter success.  If you’re blessed, you achieve that success sooner rather than later, but there are no sure or certain paths.  You must try, you must make the attempt.  And if you fail, you must resolve to try again.  Because what you’re aiming for means enough to you that it’s worth it.

THAT’s what Memorial Day is all about.

Now before you get upset with me for getting on my soapbox, let me make something clear: I’m as guilty as the next guy.

I slept in this morning, I’ve spent most of the morning lazing around the house.  We’ll be using the grill in the back yard later and yes, we’ll be charbroiling the usual suspects: hamburgers, hot dogs, some ribs, maybe even a little fish.

We’ll watch some TV.  Maybe some basketball, baseball or hockey, more likely some kid-friendly movies.  We won’t be staging any memorial services for the men and women who went out one day and never came back.

But I for one will be thinking about them.  And I’m going to do my best to thank them in my heart.

Because my trivial self-centered life is the ROI for what they accomplished yesterday, last month, last year, last generation or over the past several centuries.

These precious people laid down their lives so that I could worry about where I left my drink, whether we have another jar of sweet relish in the fridge and whether I remembered to digitally record David Letterman the other night.

And it matters.

Happy Memorial Day.