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Signs of Our Times

 It's no accident that we often hear our current times described as dystopic.  Just look around.  On a daily basis, we see tent cities near most freeway exits, overpasses, and on-ramps.  The number of mental health crises on display as we go through our everyday routines seems to be increasing.  Gun violence is setting new records and fear permeates everyday decisions like going out at night or driving somewhere new.   In my neighborhood, a slew of businesses have gone out of business.  Consequently, the look of a ghost town prevails.  Depression best describes the nature of the economy as well as the population.   Still, there are reasons to feel better.  In times of social change and upheaval, some people respond with their best.  While the decline in democratic values has mesmerized the country, and progressive ideas continue to be repealed by the Supreme  Court, the resistance grows and people find ways to be opti...

Cool Like That

 I like films and TV series that are period pieces.  I'm especially fond of the attention to detail that usually accompanies these shows.  It's fascinating to see the breakfast cereals of the 1950s or hear expressions that were popular in the 1930s or even as far back as the 1830s. I remember a film professor once saying that period pieces are as much about the present day as they are about the period in which they are set.  In ancient Greece or Rome is the setting, it's fascinating to see the hairstyles or the clothing and determine if anything of current value has slipped through the creators or the art designers of the film.   So it was while watching the PBS series Hotel Portofino, something recently came to attention.  This is a wonderful series set in Italy in the late 1920s and early 1930s about a beautiful hotel run by and largely for British folks.  Of course in this post-WWI period, the rise of Mussolini is paramount as well as the gener...

Ode To A Tacoma

 I wanted to write an ode for my truck,    The truck I sold after 20 years, Can you do that?    Do Tacoma’s even know they are loved. I was going to thank the forest green Prerunner for Being there on solo fishing trips where forest roads are rough and feared. For starting while frozen and attempting the snow, The truck that shared my smiles at landing the first Brown trout or 15-inch rainbow. The truck that moved me out of my classroom, and The new to another state. Records, books, fly rods all Safely stored.  I hope your next owner will appreciate your beauty and Integrity. Long may you run.

Pity The Nation

  We celebrated the nation’s birthday with a mass shooting this year. How fitting. A young man decided to fire on a 4th of July parade.  The Ferlinghetti poem that follows seems to fog the occasion better than a concert of military marches or a star-spangled troupe of entertainers. Certainly, given the circumstances, fireworks would be inappropriate.