Why don't we just ;let the good people of South Korea settle things with the North Koreans? It's their peninsula, not ours.
Life moves on and at 94 there are still some deep- seated feelings I MUST have "one more say on." The're things about America's present society that truly vex me. It's been thrilling to see how well my views have been received by Reddit's young people both in D. C, and throughout the world the past three years. Improving communication between the generations has been a major cause of mine throughout my elder years. I hope you will check my view out and share your insights with me.
Saturday, May 26, 2018
Friday, May 25, 2018
NBA bests the NFL
With the stupidity of the owners of the NFL: clubs, it is refreshing to see the action of the San Antonio Spurs on another front: replacing scantily clad young women with "family friendly gymnastic" teams. Small, enlightened steps of progress are so important but often overlooked.
Monday, May 21, 2018
Was it not ironic hypocrisy?
That the (otherwise)
meaningful and beautiful service of Meghan and Harry began with the
statement to the effect, "marriage is the joining of a man and a
woman" was in stark contrast with the sermon extolling "the
love between two people."
If I heard it right, I'm
sorry I did not join the throngs of young people who must've been
tempted to tune out yet another religious service.
Thursday, May 3, 2018
Another lesson at Uber University!
It was my first trip on
Uber Pool to see a notation reading, "Driver may be deaf or hard
of hearing." Indeed he was totally deaf, but other than
limiting my "usual" conversation, the drive went very
smoothly through busy traffic. He appeared to be in his 30's, and
seated next to him on the front seat, I could notice that his stylish
cap read" Ethiopia". I tried to converse with him by
stating that I had been to nearby Egypt!
How remarkable that I,
because of my handicap in walking, was being assisted by a recent
immigrant who was totally oblivious to the spoken word. I smiled at
him in our mutual derision at the lady who insisted that he make a
difficult turn in horrible traffic in order to take her merely
one=half block closer to her designated address. I wondered what he
must've thought about the American fetish for ease and service.
How I wish I could have
the opportunity to converse with him to learn more about his possible
trials or tribulations in entering our country. How I wish I could
show that I would like to be his friend. But at least I luckily
remembered that giving him my business card might be some evidence of
friendship.
Monday, April 23, 2018
A remarkable new experience at 92!
Oh I'd been to many concerts before, hundreds, maybe thousands if you
count organ concerts at church. But I never had the almost out of
body experience as I did recently at the Concert Hall of the Kennedy
Center in Washington DC. I was literally "blown away" in a number of
ways.
Most
of my concert going has been in the nosebleed section where the
sounds are blended and somewhat muted. From there,looking over a sea of
patrons, we viewed the cooperative effort of anonymous and almost
faceless performers. This time, however, Linda managed to get
tickets that were not only in the Center Section, but were in the
Second Row!
From the beginning of Bach;s Fugue
for Strings I knew I was in a different world. As the violins
began over here, there were violas over there and then they were
joined by the cellos in the back. I could see the intensity of
individual players and the effort exerted to fly their fingers over
the strings and fling their bows in unison at their instruments. It was Stereo on Steroids live and in person!
But it only got better! As Leila
Josefowicz played Stravinsky's Violin Concerto in F Minor just 15
feet from me, I saw unmitigated genius and dexterity at work. Such concentration and intensity in blending mind, body and spirit! She appeared to be dancing with her violin as her partner.
After the intermission we had
the opportunity to concentrate on conductor Gianandres Noseda's and his magic fingers. Stravinsky's Symphonies of Wind Instruments was apparently
performed by flutes, oboes, clarinets, bassoons, horns, trumpets,
trombones, and a tuba. We couldn't tell because they were all hidden from us by the vacated chairs and music stands of the string section. Truthfully to me, the music seemed to emanate from the fingers of the Conductor as he waved in various directions. As he turned to the
audience to bow we could see the perspiration streaming from his face, and
I was particularly warmed as, in response to my loud, "Bravado", he looked directly in my eyes in apparent appreciation.
But the climactic "climax"
came with Mozart's Symphony Number 39 in E Flat Major. It was a
chance for me to close my eyes and revel in beauty and contemplation.
I thought of the effort and diligence of the performers and of the enjoyment I shared with so many others.
But there was one added thing
that drew my attention as I left my prized second row seat. I felt
the need to greet more warmly a person in the first row. She was remaining
until someone could escort her out. She was blind! How striking to learn from our conversation that she had enjoyed the concert as
much as I.
Yet
another new/old experience
How thrilling on Easter Sunday to see once again
Jesus Christ, Superstar; But in a totally different format and style on
television. And for the first time three generations viewing it. The
original performance heard by my young family so many years ago was
so very meaningful to us. It was their Hamilton! They memorized
every word. And here it was again bringing tears to us in a new
exciting format.
I'm not sure though that I could tolerate anyone messing with
Menotti's
Amahl and the Night Visitors
Monday, April 9, 2018
That March 25th Rant was my last! But.............................
You
might recall that in it:
I
promised to enlarge on several of the items that give me hope. And
here I begin
Advice
for young people:
- While I have thrilled to see their vigorous response to the gun issue, I sincerely hope that they not only have the conviction, courage and endurance to follow through, but they must realize that they not be a "single issue constituency".
- And while I know I run the risk of being turned off and considered an, "Old fuddy-duddy" (or something much worse) for giving advice to young people. I'm still going to suggest a first area for their consideration. And there may well be more to come.
The environment:
For 20 years or more. I've done my darnedest (that's as
close as I can come to swearing on the printed page) to understand
and do something about
geting more than 10 states have a bottle refund deposit law. From
personal experience in several states, from research and from the
example of almost every developed country in
the world but ours, it has been a boon to
improving the environment. It's well-known that we have failed to
extended such laws to other states primarily because
of the lobbying of the bottle industry.
From my experience with young people I
know full well that the environment is (and should be) a major
concern of theirs. It also appears to me
that they are among the greatest users of disposable plastic, glass,
and any other kind of container. Thus I would challenge them to look
at the issues that are involved ranging from personal choice to
governmental issues and lobbying to determine an appropriate course
for our nation as a whole to join in this environmentally sound the
practice. There are times and conditions that necessitate dramatic
events. The gun protest was one. The ingenuity of youth can find
many ways to protect the environment. Perhaps it's time for boycotts
of products or study and debate groups looking at the issues that
would be involved in individual states or nationwide.
Thursday, April 5, 2018
A marvelous view of a changing society
This made my day!
It was at the end of a
grueling trip – and almost any flight today is grueling when you're
92 years old. I wondered if – in order to save money – I had made
a mistake by taking a bus instead of Uber to get from BWI to my
apartment in DC. And the three block walk from the connecting Metro
stop seemed interminable to my aching back.
But it was worth
it!
Crossing Macomb Street, just one block from home, were two middle
aged gentlemen. Walking with them was a beautiful, smiling, child of
about four years of age of a totally different racial composition.
And
then as I entered my apartment complex, I again saw a male Caucasian
speak to a two-year-old African-American child saying, "And
daddy is upstairs fixing dinner."
How
fortunate I felt that fate enabled me to have these two experiences.
Certainly I made assumptions. But I could only feel joy that the
bounds of love and caring in my lifetime have been expanded. And that
no amount of pseudo-intellectual discussion could dissuade me from
knowing the improvement I have seen in this lifetime of mine.
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Quite
a change from my previous very lengthy rant, but I hope you'll check
it out. It's my testament to a hopeful future.
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