Notes on 9/11

I was 51 firmly in the throws of middle age with aches and pains newly diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes, kids in school and a wife running the household while I was earning a wage. It was a sunny morning and I was sitting at my computer screen going thru my emails and requests.  I had been pulled off the road and relegated to administrative tasks most of which were done on line, still employed at the same firm since 1987.  It was probably around 9am when the internet stopped working.  Nothing fixed it.  Someone had a news feed reporting that a plane had crashed into the  World Trade Center.  We all thought "what a terrible accident".  When the other tower was crashed into, we knew the truth, our country was being attacked.  If I were an artist I could still paint a picture of that day,

John Kennedy was shot in November of 1963;  I was in Mr. Gingrich's math class and 13 years old when it was reported.  It's another picture I could paint.  Walter Cronkite looked shook on the evening news.  We sat around glued to our black and white TV's for a week watching history unfold.

The September 11, 2001 events marked the first time our country was attacked on our shores since December 7, 1941.  The relative safety we had felt since that date was shattered in an instant.  We felt vulnerable and frankly shocked.

A new slate of enemies was created. All were Islamic.  These bombers were getting trained on aviation under our noses with no suspicion.  

My grandchildren have only known a post 9/11 world.  At this point,  these events are part of the history books for them.  The universal animosity toward middle eastern people is nearly gone.  Diversity is throughout the public schools.  

Us old people still carry the baggage of hatred on our backs.  Whether it is toward different races or ethnic groups or genders or sexual orientations It accomplishes little other than misery.  

Lets do better.

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This is me and Judy Kavanagh after the ballgame a week ago riding the QLine back to our car.  Indeed a pretty girl with an old guy. It was one of the last good games the Tigers played

This also my spirit animal Frank on our last visit.  We get along famously after an initial upheaval of a greeting.  Gonna see him again this weekend Hoping the weather will cooperate so we can sit outside.  The political temperature is heating up with the mid terms approaching.

Repubs are attempting to throw Benson under the bus saying she is a LIBERAL and supporting a radical left wing group the SPLC with is the Southern Poverty Law Center that promotes justice for the disadvantaged. Her ads have been about positive changes she wants to make and that she was a waitress counting her tips.  Have not seen much from John James.  Maybe he is saving his money for next month. 

The senate race is more volatile.  This guy is a Michigan born Doctor, though not practicing physician.  

From what I can gather, he is a policy wonk, not a guy taking your temperature.  No he doesn't like football, nor does my wife.  The Florida dwelling Rebub loves the game and thinks it is a measurement of American values.  What this will come down to; can the citizens of Michigan elect an Arab American or do they want the Trump supporting status quo.  Frankly, Haley would have been an easier sale.   

We have some hot days coming so stay hydrated

Dolly

Dolly Parton has left us and the world.  Loved by all, the famous and the normal.  Never thought she would leave as a fixture in the American fabric.  I am saddened and shocked by her passing.  There were lots of recipes on FB from her that keep popping up. .  Hers was a face that was part of our identity.  I cannot think of the correct profound thing to say about this event.  Someone said that no one didn't like her.  

As an aside, Ive got a wound on my leg that will be seen by my primary care doc today.  It's wonderful to get old, with the body falling apart.  Dragging myself to planet fitness this morning to try to get some level of fitness along side of the young fit members.  

I started this yesterday and did not know where to go with the topic.  I heard about her death at the ballpark watching the Tigers beat the Rays, a real treat for us in that we haven't been to the ball park in a long time.  Judy mentioned it, the crowd collectively sang "Jolene" we went back to the game.  Later the. next day I realized just how devastating this news was.  I knew she had some years on her seeing her entertaining millions with her wonderful songs and sparkling, positive personality,  I figured we would be enjoying her for at least another 10 years. Death, however, does not present a calling card.  It happens without much warning when you are called home.

We can all learn a lesson from Dolly.  Be loving, positive and accepting of all people and bring a smile to their faces. 

This is my disheveled commentary

 

Revelation

Will we ever be able to recover from what this man has done to our country? In our history there have been many mistakes and misjudgments. We have entered into wars that had no real goals sending many young men and women to be killed in vain.  We fought like hell to keep suppressing women only to have them emerge whole and in good stead.  We have a 400+ years of oppression of people of color still having prejudice in our hearts that crosses generations.  Even though this is a country of immigrants, ICE is now rounding them up to be detained and deported only wanting a better life for their families. Most did not travel a long and dangerous road for immoral purposes.  Yes, they broke laws to be here.  But can they be blamed for fleeing poverty and oppression?

When this abhorrent person is no longer in a leadership position, can we rebuild our nation to a moral country that knows right from wrong?  As my life is drawing to its final years, I may expire before it comes to pass.  I see some younger leaders coming up that can make a difference.  The old guard needs to step away and collect their pensions deserved or not.

I am addicted to screens, doom scrolling on my iPhone mostly.  Not proud of it and trying to see it for what it is, a bad, time wasting habit that actually puts me to sleep.  

We finally had had a good amount of rain last night after almost a month of drought.  The evenings have been cool so the tomatoes are still sitting green on the vine.  

 

Perhaps a lesson

I was at Katey's yesterday working on her lawn.  She injured her back and was behind on her yard work.  Finished up the cutting, edging and trimming and came upon an old adversary.  It was the remnants of a bush long dead, a stick coming up from the ground alone, wood hardened like it was petrified, big enough to trip over.   It's been bugging me for a while.  Located a saw and started in on removing it.  I was slowly laboring away when a long haired twentyish young man walked up the sidewalk.  Seeing I was not accomplishing much, we started chatting and he mentioned that he could do the job.  At first I refused but then relented.  Then with about 6 strokes of the saw, it was done.  I thanked him and he was off.

This was a small kindness that he probably has forgotten by now.  It stuck with me.  Small impactful events do sometimes stay with you.

Going to breakfast with Bill and Mike this morning to stay connected and solve the problems of the world.

Pickles

Had a nice outing with Kat yesterday (I will always call her Katey even though this is preferred moniker).

We attended the Blakes Orchard Pickle fest in Romeo Michigan.  This place is a working farm about 45 minutes northeast of us on a rolling hillside.   Both of us have a thing for pickles and this event was supposed to teach us how to make them.  My mom Dorothy could whip up a batch of bread and butter chips in nothing flat and they were always a favorite for out family.  

This was one of those family friendly events with generations of people attending.  Lots of vendors selling homemade goods, a couple of singers giving their renditions of country/rock classics and of course pickles

She and I  got a container and the vegetables to pickle, salt, spices and vinegar delivered from a large vat to fill up the container.  She and I have had a debate as to how long the ingredients should ferment.  Should be at least a few days.  Anyway a pretty good time.  

It was a glimpse into a simpler life in more space with no flashing lights or sirens or loud music.  No suburban lots with neat lawns and manicured yards.  The event was filled with unfancy people and their  kids.  I like to observe environments that are different than what I am accustomed to.

It saddened me to read this morning of the death of Hayden Panettiere.  I remember her mostly as the little daughter that knew football in "Remember the Titans" one of the best sports movies ever.  

Off to Planet Fitness and Trader Joes this morning still looking for some rain.
 

Overlords

 

Thoroughly disgusted with the way Google/Meta has disrupted my entries on Blogger.  Prior to the latest regime, I could create the entry with photos on Blogger and dump it into FB as an entry. All would appear as posted.  Now the overlords insert some entry to click on calling mine a foreign posting.  No one takes the extra step an my viewings and they go way down.  I am in my tenth year of using this service and have thousands of entries most of which could be categorized as my
personal observations on the world.  Also are tidbits about goings on with my family.   Also, have abandoned the beard, too bothersome and uncomfortable.

Still grappling with my friend the dentist and the death of his son, not knowing if there is any that can soften the damage caused by this, still thinking of him.  Saw him at his office and he was carrying on, probably trying to get by day by day  

We are still barraged by the political ads.   The rebubs are branding the Muslim candidate as a foreign extremist.  Their guy is putting shop class back into high schools.  Bear in mind that his primary residence is in Florida and he has s small  frame house in the county.

It had been a bumper tomato year this year with many different varieties, all reds, yellows and red/yellow.  I will pull out the little tags to discover the identities at the end of the season.  I put the big pile into a bowl shined to become sauce.  Still need some ingredients. 

The grand kids will soon be groaning themselves back to school as we all did. I was happy to return.

I have a love affair with pizza pie for nearly my whole life.  From the time I was 16 on a lonely Friday night with little Caesars and no date, to taking the kids out to countless birthday parties and school picnics.  Alway said that you could put tomato sauce and cheese on a tabletop, call it pizza, and I'd eat it.  

This week I tried to manage my time and funds to get a Green Lantern lunch special.  After fighting my way thru Telegraph traffic,  I finally scored my lunch. I breaks my heart to admit that my spirits were not lifted like they once were.  After about 60 years, I think the thrill is gone.