Tag Archives: Personal

Washing my Hands

I stopped reciting the Pledge of Allegiance to protest the Vietnam War.  I was ten, and in the fifth grade. This was extremely upsetting to my home room teacher, poor Mrs. Ashmun.  It’s the only time I’ve ever seen someone actually quake with rage.  She was so upset she was unable to speak, and her …

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Mask

I took my Dad to the doctor today. We were greeted at the door by a nurse who took our temperature, asked us about a certain symptoms, then showed us where to sit.  We had our own masks, but they had paper masks there for the people without. While my Dad was back with the …

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Half-Mast

Brimfield, Ohio, is a very small town.  It was where my father was born, and where I was born.  It has pretty much been swallowed up by the larger communities that surround it, but when my father was a young man it was just a few hundred farmers and their families. Nevertheless, he knew two …

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Q&A

I don’t usually participate in “blogger award” Q&As, but this time I did.  It came to me via The Confessions Of A Music And Book Addict: 1.Do you think that aliens exist? I hope so! The thought that we are all alone in this vast universe is horrifying. Whoever else is out there, I hope …

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Faith

“Praying to the Lord in situations of calamity (for Him to modify them) only demonstrates how little faith we have in the arrangements He is making in our lives. The Lord arranges everything in the life of his devotee by His own desire, without being influenced by any other factor. Why should a devotee then …

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Spring 66

The little one is me.  It was 1966, and I was three years old.    I’m sitting on the back porch steps in Marion, Ohio.  Beside me is a little jar of solution for blowing soap bubbles. Grampy is sitting beside me.  I don’t think anyone, not even my parents, ever loved me as much …

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Not “doctors,” “Germ Warriors!”

Can America do anything without couching it in military jargon?  Donald Trump is not a “war president” fighting an “invisible enemy.” He has a health crisis, and he’s floundering.

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Phoenix

My wife Mona started dialysis a few weeks ago. For now we are doing the dialysis at the facility, but we are being trained to do it at home. Once the training is complete, we’ll go home with a small dialysis machine (about the size of a home stereo) and a month’s worth of supplies, …

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Local Response

Mona is a dialysis patient now, and they have a lot of new procedures in place at the dialysis center because of the coronavirus. There is a box of paper facemasks at the front desk, and we have been instructed to immediately put one on upon arrival.  A nurse then takes our temperature.  If either …

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On to the next one!

I’m reading You Can’t Go Home Again by Thomas Wolfe, ©1940, and I’m at that horrible point where I’m not really enjoying it anymore, but I’ve invested so much time I hate to walk away without finishing it. He writes beautifully.  The problem is that he hates everybody. I’m 165 pages in to a 744 …

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Less Kind

It was the Mormons who first taught me to be rude. When I lived in Dallas, they used to circle the parking lots of malls and department stores on bicycles, targeting shoppers who walked alone.  They were better trained than any used car salesman– any polite decline of their intentions on my part was met …

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Lesser Of

Ignore his party affiliation for a moment, ignore the rhetoric, and just look at the things Barack Obama did. He built over 800 miles of wall along the border with Mexico, and still holds the record for the most deportations. He built thousands of miles of  oil pipeline, declining only to build the last tiny …

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