Sunday, January 23, 2022


 This goes way back ... and is a repeat too ... but it's one of my favorites !


The year is 1995 and I was on a road trip. It’s just past 6 AM when I enter the restaurant and I see that one other customer had been seated before me. He was a nice looking young man and, since we were the only ones there we nod a silent “good morning”. 

I chose this particular restaurant because I like their choice of breakfast items. On this day I opted for a Spanish Omelet and coffee. My friend was equally conservative and ordered 2 eggs, no meat, a biscuit and coffee. We were just getting down to eating when we heard the loud approach of an 18-wheeler and, a few minutes later, the driver of the truck was being seated. Now there were three of us in the room and once again we nodded to each other pleasantly. 

Our new man was very large & I wasn’t surprised when he ordered the equivalent of 3 breakfasts. After he placed his order he sat back, crossed his hands over his protruding tummy and proceeded to rock back and forth in happy anticipation of the feast to come. It took two waitresses to carry out the large breakfast he’d ordered and it was placed ceremoniously in front of him. He had pancakes, 3 eggs, bacon, sausage, biscuits in gravy and a side order of their special hash browns with cheese, not to mention a large Pepsi.

The breakfast seemed to be literally swimming in butter, gravy and syrup but there was an addition to it that caught my eye. A large slice of twisted orange had been placed artistically atop the pancakes. The driver literally reared back when he saw that and then, very carefully with thumb and forefinger, he plucked the offensive orange slice from the stack and, with a sigh of relief, deposited it in the ash tray.

The stranger and I could only smile and shake our heads as we locked eyes across the room. We didn’t have to hide the look of amusement on our faces. There was no way that the truck driver would have seen us. Now that he had successfully rid himself of the one healthy element of his meal he was completely and happily engrossed in the orgy of eating.

Wednesday, January 19, 2022


I have been posting on this Blog for almost 16 years so it's no surprise that I've posted this before, but it's one of my favorites so I'm hoping this will be new to some of you...

In January, 1907, this adorable picture of my mother and her pet rooster, Teddy, appeared in the “Boston Globe”, along with the following article:

Roosters are not unknown as pets, but little Ruth P. of West Brattleboro, Vt., has an exceptional rooster, Teddy, in that he will allow her to do anything she may wish with him.

The way this little mistress manages her bird playfellow is extremely interesting. She never punishes him because he never needs a rebuke. She speaks to him in a quiet tone, but there is in her eyes a certain power of the will, a power which is rare in children, which forces him to submit to her kind, though sometimes odd, treatment.

In the morning he struts into the kitchen and with a jolly “crowing” he mounts the low table at Ruth’s command, steps into the washbowl and patiently submits to a sponging with soap and water. After shaking his feathers a bit he is dried off with a towel and then brushed until his coat shines bright and clean.

Then follows another of her favorite pastimes. She hitches Teddy to her small doll-cart and drives her noble steed by “gee” and “haw” out through the woodshed, down the front yard to the sidewalk for a jaunt... both child and bird with tiny white hoods crowning their heads.

Ruth has had this strange comrade for several years and has trained him entirely herself. Teddy shows a great fondness for his mistress and obeys her without the least hesitancy.”

My mother lived to the grand age of 92 and, as one of her five daughters, I can attest to the fact that she “trained” us pretty much in the same way that she did Teddy!

Friday, January 14, 2022

"FIRE and ICE" by Robert Frost

"Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice.

From what I’ve tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire,

But, if I had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice.


I've always been moved by this Frost poem and doesn't it seem to be particularly evocative of our world today?  I read this as Frost warning us that too much of anything is a bad thing. 

Desire left unchecked becomes fire and can consume us quickly. Hate, on the other hand, is a much slower killer. It turns us into unfeeling human beings with hearts of ice and we can look forward to death by freezing.

The greed and the lust for power and superiority that we are experiencing in today’s world is exactly what I feel when I read these lines. It seems to be telling me that we’d better learn to live with one another and to share our lives and our resources or we are doomed to pay the consequences. or ice? It matters little...they all 


Saturday, January 08, 2022

Back to my usual ...

Hi everyone: I am trying to ease back into “normal” after a very emotional few days in remembrance of 1/6/2021., so here goes ...

There are many reasons why I love doing crossword puzzles, but mainly it is 

because I never fail to learn something new.  For instance, do any of you know who 

this man, Evan Esar, was ?

He was a famous author and humorist who passed away in 1996, but still today his

famous quips are often the main theme of crossword puzzles. These are just a few

that I thought you might enjoy:

..... A husband is like a fire, he goes out when unattended.

......Nothing ages your car as much as the sight of your neighbor's new one.

......All things come to him who waits, but they are mostly leftovers from 

those who didn't wait.”

......Admiration -- Our feeling of delight that another person resembles us.

......The girl with a future avoids a man with a past.

Wednesday, January 05, 2022

I’m at a stand-still ...


As most of you faithful followers know I have been posting a new blog entry every 5th day for many years. This seems to work well and I should be posting today but I am at a stand-still.

Tomorrow is one year that our country underwent what is most surely an INSURRECTION and any sane and patriotic member of the United States would want to get to the bottom of how and why this happened. However, as we all know, this is not what is happening.

I am taking a few days off to honor the brave men and women who fought for our democracy that day and to contemplate what our future holds if we fail to act.

Friday, December 31, 2021

Dreading 2022

I don’t remember a time when I dreaded a new year like I do this one. Our young country has gone through a plethora of hard and confusing times but I don’t recall anything that compares to the pure HATRED that seems to have become the norm in America. I find it degrading and a very poor message to send to the rest of the world.

I know you must be tired of hearing me bring up “the browning of America” but I feel strongly that it is at the core of what is happening. The whole idea that the pure (?) white race, has a special priority over everyone else, is childish and fear driven. It’s time to grow up America and open our hearts and minds to a world of diversity.

There is so much we can learn if we just put the egos aside and give it a chance...AND it can be lots of fun. Have you ever realized how boring it is to be in the company of white-only folks. (Big yawn)

So, although I dread 2022 I’m not going anywhere and I hope you will stand by too. We need to be here to fight for our country the right way … with liberty and justice FOR ALL

Sunday, December 26, 2021

Namaste ..."The light within"

The first time that I became aware of the word NAMASTE and learned of it’s significance was in the 1990’s when my friend Douglas and I visited a dear friend who was married to an Indian man named Praveen.

She was American by birth but spent 8 years living in India when she and her husband first married. Although the bulk of their married life had been in the United States they still retained their Indian way of life. I had gotten to know her very well and was used to taking my shoes off whenever I was at her house. I had also enjoyed many an evening sampling delicious Indian fare and learning how to eat “Indian style”.

However, when I visited with Douglas I was intrigued to see that both he and our host, Praveen, put their hands together, made a small bow to each other and murmured “namaste”. When we were alone I asked Douglas about it and he said it is a salutation used in the Hindu religion. Evidently it can mean many things but to Douglas it meant “I honor the Spirit in you which is also in me”.

Now all three have passed on but every time I see a person using the namaste greeting it reminds me of them and it reminds me that it is just one more example of how life’s experiences have taught me that we are all different … but, at the core we are all the same.