Memories
May 5, 2011 Note from AZ: This piece was written 5+ years ago, before my brother Ed died on January 25, 2015 at 88 years old. I love him and miss him still. He was a great man… az
The Last War
May 5, 2011 Note from AZ: This piece was written 5+ years ago, before my brother Ed died on January 25, 2015 at 88 years old. I love him and miss him still. He was a great man… az
Res Ipsa Loquitur
Up on the hill behind the treeline across from our house you will find an old Civil War cemetery. During these times of what I believe to be internal strife in this country, I think of the memories of those persons who were buried in the cemetery so close to our home. In many cases, they offered their lives to protect and change America so that future generations could experience freedom.
Hillary: The Foundation Moll
If any American can rationalize Hillary Clinton’s corruption and malfeasance in public office and think she is clean and non-indictable they, need to be checked into a local mental hospital posthaste for examination. This woman, over the period of her political life, has committed numerous crimes and events that any normal, thinking citizen would notice.
On Postmortem Presidential Polling
FYI: I have been reviewing a study done by PEW research studying voting credentials in National Elections. One of their incredible findings was that in 2012, 1.8 million deceased people voted for president! Wow…how does that happen? It opens up an entire new innovation.
Visiting The Oval Office
As a special event for my regular readers, I want to share with you a recent visit to the Oval Office in the White House. Occasionally I like to share some experiences that I have with those who support my work.
No More Pyramids: A Follow Up on Feebleist Inequality
Editor’s note: This piece was originally written September 9, 2011. I feel it necessary to follow up my message on society’s inequalities after the last few days of torrid attacks on the civility of the political system. It must be the temperature that induces the human brain to inexplicably act out and reduce relationships to epithets and push peoples into the throes of victimization once again.
My Thoughts On “Grace Under Pressure”
At the time that a person hears that one of their friends or family has been diagnosed with cancer, the reaction is generally one of great concern and support for the individual involved. To the person with the diagnosis, it becomes a stirring battle between treatment and follow-ups and the attempt to reach remission. Most cancers involved with blood issues—like lymphoma—are generally incurable, but with appropriate treatment and care can be managed over a long period of time. So it is with myself. My diagnosis is MCL lymphoma.
AZ To Houston (AKA Sleep Lab)
One Small Step It was the third time that I was invited to experience being wired everywhere possible and then oxygenated and told to go to sleep for at least 5 hours. The drill was the same: Arrive at the lab, sign papers, talk with the Therapist, change into nighties, watch TV for a while to try to get tired, investigate the quarters for the potty, yawn a bit, and then wait for the wire guy to show with his kit of attachments. In all, I believe I counted about 31 plus or minus brass looking electrodes that were to be placed in various body locations. Wire guy was very cool—explained stuff as he went. His routine was very rhythmic: spot a place, rub the place with a sandpaper Q-Tip, put gorilla glue on the spot, and then put the wire end in place with pressure so it would stick. If I recall, there were about 8 on the skull, 4 on the legs, 6 on the chest, 4 on the face, 2 on the eyelids, 2 on the jaw, and about 5 more at undisclosed locations in the midsection. There I was with my knit Buckeye shorts, Elon College…
They Paid Forward
June 21, 2011 “Pay it Forward.” Many of you are familiar with the movie with the same title. The plot is admirable, resulting in a pyramid of people doing good deeds to make the country and world a better place. The movie is heartwarming, involving one particular elementary school child who makes it a life project to do good, urged on by his teacher. You know that this was reality in years past, but for some reason it has been set aside by generations of people who have become more self-serving than service-giving.