February 14, 2007
May 7, 2008
1. Corn on the cob slathered with butter dripping down the chins of grinning sloppy faces.

2. Baby giggles.
3. Dinah Washington singing anything.
Everyone is concerned by secondhand smoke. Ok … have they ever smelled the fumes from a dryer? Previously, there was a use for a clothespin. It wasn’t created as a supply for a girl scout art project. And what about all those crafts we learned in boy scouts, girl scouts, and webelos? I’ve never seen anyone cook anything of any merit on a coffee can with screwdriver punctured air vents. Never. And if you say that you have - I don’t believe you.
February 14, 2007
May 7, 2008

Now everyone feels his or her actions and reactions are of equal importance. And since all actions and reactions are parallel then a hierarchy can’t exist. Everyone’s lost perspective. Their vision is now linear. Importance should be based on function and necessity or at least on merit and deed. Now it’s based on loudness and insistence. Pity. The squeaky wheel did get the grease. I’ve always maintained it should just be replaced.
February 15, 2007
May 7, 2008

February 16, 2007
May 7, 2008
I smoked 3 packs of Winston cigarettes a day for 25 years. I enjoyed them tremendously. People frequently ask me how I managed to quit. I was hospitalized a couple years ago with complications from diabetes. As I walked into the Regions Hospital Emergency Room I saw people standing outside smoking cigarettes near the parking lot. And I saw the selfishness of their behavior. The people they claimed to love were inside the building in various stages of trauma. Yet they were outside removed from their responsibilities. Were they holding their loved one’s hands? No. Were they closing their hands in supplication on the behalf of their loved ones? No. Were they offering solace to the other visitors? No. They were engaged in an activity that was completely self-centered. And I saw the cowardliness of their be
havior.
It’s easier to stand outside and remain geographically removed from a stressful situation. It’s easier to stand outside and remain emotionally removed from a stressful situation. And it’s easier to stand outside and remain steadfastly removed from the responsibilities of one’s own behavior and claim it’s not one’s fault. I know. I did it for years.
February 16, 2007
May 7, 2008
Ok. I just returned from grocery shopping at Lunds in Highland Park. As I negotiated the aisles I became aware of a trend I hadn’t perceived before. Now … it’s not often I don’t notice a trend. I notice. I’m aware of my surroundings. Although I haven’t experience with our judicial system outside a jury duty obligation, I’m confident I’d make a good witness. Now I don’t mean to suggest that I set the trends. No. I’m not the kind of man who sees fresh snow burrowed by a path of boots and decides to excavate the flakes on my own. I see the trail. I see the ease. I follow the furrow. There’s a great distinction between following the path of least resistance and insisting on finding the path of no resistance.
I enjoy observation. I participate through my observation. I observe; I consider; I render judgment. I’m as American as the next fellow. So I often delight in the surveillance of the camaraderie of humanity.
Yet while in that pursuit I often see the fragility of humanity and the aridity of charity. I found I wasn’t able to watch the shoppers today with the same determination. I was too busy dodging those who felt the need to turn the aisles into some sort of obstacle course. I watched swerving & speeding and pushing & passing. Benevolence has been superseded by belligerence. “We The People” mutated into “I’m a person.” It seems highly ironic society feels the need to feed off each other’s serenity and security in a grocery store.
February 17, 2007
May 7, 2008