My Dad was raised on a farm in Indiana, was too young to serve in WWI, but he did, he finished college, payed his own way, went to med school at UC, University of Cincinnati, with a wife and one child, neck bones were their filet mignon. He did his internship and residency at Miami Valley Hospital in Dayton, Ohio, and ultimately started his practice there.
They purchased a home at 319 South Brown Street, which was originally built by a Doctor Ency, that was built at the turn of the century, to serve him as his home and office.
I am not sure of the exact dates, I know we moved from there in 1943, so for almost 25 years, he served that neighborhood as their family physician.
I remember hearing the story that when they were getting the office ready to open, and a man came to the office who had cut himself badly at his home. Dad sewed him up. He had no money but he had a ruby ring that he wanted Dad to take in payment for his work. Dad declined, but finally, after much persuasion, took the ring. He gave it to me in 1950, and I had it cut down to fit my little finger, and wore it for many years, till, from wear, the stone became loose and I had to take it off. I still have the stone.
During all those years of office visits, house calls, becoming his patients friend, as well as doctor, minister, and advisor, he always tried to make time for his family. It was not an easy balance, his early farm upbringing gave him the work ethics to be dedicated to the task at hand.
"When once a job you have begun, do not stop till it is done. Whether the task be great or small, do it well, or not at all."
Our living room, in those days, was the overflow waiting room, and most evenings we had friends and neighbors in the living room, waiting to see Doc.
We have had vacations delayed or cancelled, because a patient, or a friend, was due to deliver. Many family events or occasions, had to be cancelled for similar reasons. His patients came first, he was dedicated to them.
In those days he made house calls, and his day started early, and he spent many hours in that old Packard Clipper, making house calls.
I was trained, at a very early age. to answer the phone, and determine the severity of the call. Dad was an avid sports fan, and football or basketball games were often interrupted by a "Doctor Dooley, call your office." It was a rare instance when he got to see the end of a game, but his patients came first.
His life was dedicated to his practice, and his family, but his patients generally came first.
He finally decided it was time to retire from his general practice. The house and the practice were sold.
There was one inside door that led from the office to our living room.
I will never forget the night of his last day in general practice. He saw his last patient, it was rather late at night. Many knew it was to be their last visit with Doc, and many came just to say good bye.
He closed the office door for the last time, opened the door to the living room and walked to "his" recliner chair, next to the big old Philco radio, and he cried. He had said his last goodbyes to his patients of many years. Even though his medical career was heading in a new direction, to obstetrics, he was overwhelmed at the loss of what had become his life.
That was the first time I saw him cry.
Monday, August 31, 2009
A point of view .... on medical insurance and care
A comment on health care, my opinion, why the costs have soared.
My Dad was a general practitioner, home and office together. He had a nurse and an office manager. He took care of many problems, right in his office, or in the home. He even had a small pharmacy where he dispensed some pills and syrups. He didn't have to write many expensive prescriptions.
If he needed more done, he had Miami Valley Hospital not too far away, they had an operating room, x-ray machine, lab, and at that time they were state of the art. A fine hospital. I am sure they had other equipment, but not sure what it was.
He even made house calls in the morning, and took care of those who could not make it in to the office, or the hospital. I often rode with him in the car on his house call rounds. I even got my drivers license when I was 14, so I could drive him around. In those days, doctor's kids, as well as farmers kids, could get an early license.
When he retired from practice, in the early 60's Blue Shield of Ohio wanted him to travel the state of Ohio, to go around to various county medical societies, and implore, beg, whatever, the doctors to NOT abuse their health insurance system. He gave up after a couple of years, knowing it was of no use.
That is when costs started mushrooming. Insurance was going to pay for it, so do more tests, send to specialists, more tests, more tests, more tests, more expensive tests, more expensive procedures. Those were the days when you speculated the sex of a baby, and it was a surprise. You purchased yellow clothes, not pink or blue.
If he was in practice today he would probably have to have a staff of eight or ten, or more just to take care of the paperwork. Do you get better care today? My Dad knew the names of his patients, took care of their family, delivered their babies, knew their family history, and was a family friend. Personal medical attention, and it didn't cost an arm and a leg. He was Doc, to them. And, I might add, he wore a suit, white shirt and a tie, and was held in high esteem by his patients, who had great respect for him. I had a doctor come to my room at the hospital, in jeans and tennis shoes. That operation probably cost more than my Dad made some early years of his practice.
In 1943, he sold his practice, and went into obstetrics in the Fidelity Building in downtown Dayton, Ohio. He had perhaps one of the largest practices in the city, and still had a nurse and an office manager. I am not sure of what he charged for the entire cost, office visits, delivery, etc., all of his books are lost, but it was not very much. Probably not a lot more than one office visit today. Think of the staff an OBGYN doctor has today.
Blame the physicians for high costs, blame technology for new equipment that all hospitals have to have now days, and all the employees they need to operate that equipment and blame the judicial system, that makes it mandatory that the Doctor has to use every test and procedure, just to protect himself, and for making malpractice insurance so costly.
All those advances have made it possible for us to live longer, and create a whole new problem, elder care. My Dad treated many elderly people, who lived long lives, and were taken care of by their families, and their General Practitioner Doctor, who came to their homes, knew their family history, knew their names, and doubled as their friend.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
One more Mathis story
Mathis ran track and was quite athletic when he was in school, and contined to train while he was on the road.
Word got out one day that he was going out to the University of Nevada track in Reno to workout. At that time I lived not to far from the campus, and walked over.
The stands were pretty well filled mostly with girls, a nice crowd, just to see him workout.
Word got out one day that he was going out to the University of Nevada track in Reno to workout. At that time I lived not to far from the campus, and walked over.
The stands were pretty well filled mostly with girls, a nice crowd, just to see him workout.
Johnny Mathis
Watching TV, switching back and forth between the Little League game and a PBS Johnny Mathis special ..... got me to thinking of the last time I saw Mathis ..
Late 50's or early 60's, Mathis was at the South shore Room at Harrah's at Lake Tahoe, South Shore. I had seen him before, and he was a favorite, living the the 50's you had to like him. Spent a lot of time listening and dancing to Mathis, Tommy Edwards, his Christmas Album in December was a necessity.
Somehow, probably my friend Joe Francis at Harrah's, I got two "comps" to go see Mathis. I think I was with an old school friend, but regardless, went up the mountain to Lake Tahoe.
We were seated at a table for four, and the maitre de came over and asked if he could seat two people with us, we said sure.
The seated an elderly man, who was accompanied by a younger man. The younger man introduced his companion, Henry J. Kaiser, retired industrialist and millionaire,who was retired and lived at the lake. The younger man was his secretary.
For those who don't know the name, Kaiser Aluminum and other companies, built ships during the war, he had a car named after him, the Henry J., among other things.
We chatted some, ate a delicious meal, comps are always better, dinner was over, the lights dimmed .... the black stage curtains were closed, a small bright spot was turned on, and there was John, in the spot, all the women, and a few men, sighed. He was a good looking guy.
John started singing his first song, to a rousing ovation, "Chances Are," and in the darkened room, our companion, Henry J. Kaiser, an old man, arose, and started walking around the room. He even walked down close to the spotlighted Mathis, not sure if he saw him or not, to get a better look.
His companion finally got up and ushered his boss back to the table. In the darkness I am not even sure if many people saw him, but security made no attempt to get him. We were told that he had done it before .... no one else, other than Henry J. Kaiser could have gotten away with it.
Mathis just sang, all the favorites, one right after another, each song when he started was met with an ovation.
About half way through, at the end of one song, Johnny finally spoke, "Bet you didn't think I could talk, did you?"
I had a friend who lived in Vegas, was a fairly close neighbor of John and knew him rather well.
Almost any Mathis song brings back a flood of memories.
Late 50's or early 60's, Mathis was at the South shore Room at Harrah's at Lake Tahoe, South Shore. I had seen him before, and he was a favorite, living the the 50's you had to like him. Spent a lot of time listening and dancing to Mathis, Tommy Edwards, his Christmas Album in December was a necessity.
Somehow, probably my friend Joe Francis at Harrah's, I got two "comps" to go see Mathis. I think I was with an old school friend, but regardless, went up the mountain to Lake Tahoe.
We were seated at a table for four, and the maitre de came over and asked if he could seat two people with us, we said sure.
The seated an elderly man, who was accompanied by a younger man. The younger man introduced his companion, Henry J. Kaiser, retired industrialist and millionaire,who was retired and lived at the lake. The younger man was his secretary.
For those who don't know the name, Kaiser Aluminum and other companies, built ships during the war, he had a car named after him, the Henry J., among other things.
We chatted some, ate a delicious meal, comps are always better, dinner was over, the lights dimmed .... the black stage curtains were closed, a small bright spot was turned on, and there was John, in the spot, all the women, and a few men, sighed. He was a good looking guy.
John started singing his first song, to a rousing ovation, "Chances Are," and in the darkened room, our companion, Henry J. Kaiser, an old man, arose, and started walking around the room. He even walked down close to the spotlighted Mathis, not sure if he saw him or not, to get a better look.
His companion finally got up and ushered his boss back to the table. In the darkness I am not even sure if many people saw him, but security made no attempt to get him. We were told that he had done it before .... no one else, other than Henry J. Kaiser could have gotten away with it.
Mathis just sang, all the favorites, one right after another, each song when he started was met with an ovation.
About half way through, at the end of one song, Johnny finally spoke, "Bet you didn't think I could talk, did you?"
I had a friend who lived in Vegas, was a fairly close neighbor of John and knew him rather well.
Almost any Mathis song brings back a flood of memories.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Option ONE
A creative school board member in Grove City tried a unique way to generate income for their suspended athletic programs.
GROVE CITY, Ohio —As many as 6,000 marijuana plants were found in a growing operation in Grove City Wednesday evening.
The discovery was made in an area just west of state Route 104 south of Grove City by agents with the Drug Enforcement Administration after receiving a tip from a hunter.
A hunter with what is known as a deer camera was reviewing video in preparation for the upcoming deer season when he noticed people on the video going into a remote area.
He thought something was suspicious and contacted police.
The street value of the marijuana is valued at more than $1 million and it’s believed that this was the second crop of the season.
GROVE CITY, Ohio —As many as 6,000 marijuana plants were found in a growing operation in Grove City Wednesday evening.
The discovery was made in an area just west of state Route 104 south of Grove City by agents with the Drug Enforcement Administration after receiving a tip from a hunter.
A hunter with what is known as a deer camera was reviewing video in preparation for the upcoming deer season when he noticed people on the video going into a remote area.
He thought something was suspicious and contacted police.
The street value of the marijuana is valued at more than $1 million and it’s believed that this was the second crop of the season.
Friday, August 28, 2009
TELEMARKETERS ..... to call, or not to call
Telemarketers: SOME OF Your ability to make robo calls is about to expire.
Starting next Tuesday, most commercial telemarketers will be prohibited from making those annoying pre-recorded telemarketing calls to consumers - whether or not they have signed up for the Federal Trade Commission's National Do Not Call Registry.
Today, under federal law, telemarketers are allowed to make recorded robo calls to people who have not signed up for the Do Not Call Registry, as long as the calls are not misleading or deceptive.
Under a new FTC rule, telemarketers can't make pre-recorded calls to anyone, even if they have done business with the person, unless they have received written permission from the customer. The fine for violating the rule is $16,000 per call.
The new rule, which takes effect Tuesday, should eliminate robo pitches like those saying your auto warranty is about to expire.
There are several exceptions to the rule:
-- It does not apply to banks or telecommunications companies because they are outside the FTC's jurisdiction. However, "It is our position that if a bank (or telecom company) hires a telemarketer to place the calls, that telemarketer has to abide by the rules. Most large companies outsource their telemarketing," says Lois Greisman, the FTC's head of telemarketing enforcement.
-- The new rule also permits recorded calls that deliver purely informational messages - such as those notifying you that your flight has been canceled or an appliance will be delivered at a certain time - as long as they are not accompanied by a sales pitch.
-- The new rule does not apply to calls from politicians, most charitable organizations, some health care messages or calls related to debt collection.
-- The new rule does not cover calls to businesses, only consumers.
-- The new rule applies only to pre-recorded calls, not calls from a live person.
Starting next Tuesday, most commercial telemarketers will be prohibited from making those annoying pre-recorded telemarketing calls to consumers - whether or not they have signed up for the Federal Trade Commission's National Do Not Call Registry.
Today, under federal law, telemarketers are allowed to make recorded robo calls to people who have not signed up for the Do Not Call Registry, as long as the calls are not misleading or deceptive.
Under a new FTC rule, telemarketers can't make pre-recorded calls to anyone, even if they have done business with the person, unless they have received written permission from the customer. The fine for violating the rule is $16,000 per call.
The new rule, which takes effect Tuesday, should eliminate robo pitches like those saying your auto warranty is about to expire.
There are several exceptions to the rule:
-- It does not apply to banks or telecommunications companies because they are outside the FTC's jurisdiction. However, "It is our position that if a bank (or telecom company) hires a telemarketer to place the calls, that telemarketer has to abide by the rules. Most large companies outsource their telemarketing," says Lois Greisman, the FTC's head of telemarketing enforcement.
-- The new rule also permits recorded calls that deliver purely informational messages - such as those notifying you that your flight has been canceled or an appliance will be delivered at a certain time - as long as they are not accompanied by a sales pitch.
-- The new rule does not apply to calls from politicians, most charitable organizations, some health care messages or calls related to debt collection.
-- The new rule does not cover calls to businesses, only consumers.
-- The new rule applies only to pre-recorded calls, not calls from a live person.
Are we a great country, or what?
A great American is lying in state as this is written. Regardless of your politics, Ted probably stood as tall as anyone in the country. NO ONE can ever say that he didn't love this country ..... and what is going on at the same time ......... He is lying in state, and Gadhafi, one of the orchestrators of the killing of 259 people, wants to pitch a tent in New Jersey. 38 of the people he killed were from New Jersey.
A northern New Jersey mayor is going to court to stop renovation work at the mansion where Libyan leader Moammar Gadhafi wants to stay next month when he addresses the United Nations General Assembly.
Where are all those people who frighten me when I drive through New Jersey. Where are all those people who live behind those gated mansions, with armed guards at the gates. When driving around I have often asked, "Who lives there."
"Don't ask," has always been the reply.
How can the "Jersey Boys" allow this to happen. They are Americans first, and whatever they are, second.
Hey New Joisy boys, the Gadhafi mob is moving in, are you going to allow this to happen? Use some of that "juice" to see that it doesn't.
Who runs New Jersey, anyway?
A northern New Jersey mayor is going to court to stop renovation work at the mansion where Libyan leader Moammar Gadhafi wants to stay next month when he addresses the United Nations General Assembly.
Where are all those people who frighten me when I drive through New Jersey. Where are all those people who live behind those gated mansions, with armed guards at the gates. When driving around I have often asked, "Who lives there."
"Don't ask," has always been the reply.
How can the "Jersey Boys" allow this to happen. They are Americans first, and whatever they are, second.
Hey New Joisy boys, the Gadhafi mob is moving in, are you going to allow this to happen? Use some of that "juice" to see that it doesn't.
Who runs New Jersey, anyway?
A Priceless Gift
Few people will understand, but I received a gift yesterday that was priceless, a phone call from my past, someone I had not heard from for over 50 years. So many memories came flooding back, memories that I didn't even know were there, or at least had not been on the surface of my mind for many years.
Many years ago I had a similar experience ..... first a little history. My first wife and I divorced in the late 50's. I went to Nevada, she went her way, and I had very little, to no, contact with my two children till I got a phone call from their Grandmother, in the 80's, "Your children would like to know what you look like." Or something to that effect, "in case they pass you on the street."
At that time I had no idea where they were, and had almost given up ever seeing them again. I was remarried and had two children, was working in the printing business, and had a new life. I always wondered, but finding loss relatives was not easy back then, no computers.
Anyway, we had a reunion, emotional, more for me than them, I had my kids again, they had their lives, and I really was not a part of theirs, they now knew their father, we loved each other, said goodbye, and we left for Ohio.
It was a difficult "head" thing for me, I just wanted to take them home with us, "Ok, come on guys, let's go home," sort of thing. I had found my kids, they were part of my life again, but they lived 500 miles away. I had a hard time rationalizing that in my head.
Anyway, we stay in touch, visit once in a while, and everyone is leading their own life. Everyone is healthy and happy.
Yesterday, that call, brought back memories that were even older than that, way back to the early 50's, the old USN, Yeoman School, and dating, the woman who was the mother of those two early children.
I never imagined that I would ever have contact again with anyone from that era.
A priceless gift.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
A voice from my past ..... heard from today
"You've got a call, someone named ..... Moody."
The wheels started spinning right away, "Moody!"
I forget how he started the conversation, trying to remind me who he was, he didn't know I needed NO reminding ...... Moody, Riverside, no, Modesto, California ..... tall, black curly hair .....
It was a real rush .... memories came flooding back so fast, pizza, the apartment, the Navy, Receiving Station, Tijuana, Rosarito Beach Hotel ............
My best friend from ..... 55 years ago ............. we talked till my phone died, then I called him back and we talked some more...
I am still on an emotional high .... so many memories, such a great time in my life, and he was such a big part of it.
I ate my first pizza with him, cheese and sausage .. he remembered too.
Why not, its only been 55 or so years ....
I am still excited, he opened a flood gate of memories .....
The wheels started spinning right away, "Moody!"
I forget how he started the conversation, trying to remind me who he was, he didn't know I needed NO reminding ...... Moody, Riverside, no, Modesto, California ..... tall, black curly hair .....
It was a real rush .... memories came flooding back so fast, pizza, the apartment, the Navy, Receiving Station, Tijuana, Rosarito Beach Hotel ............
My best friend from ..... 55 years ago ............. we talked till my phone died, then I called him back and we talked some more...
I am still on an emotional high .... so many memories, such a great time in my life, and he was such a big part of it.
I ate my first pizza with him, cheese and sausage .. he remembered too.
Why not, its only been 55 or so years ....
I am still excited, he opened a flood gate of memories .....
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Jim .... from the Arcade
I had a great deal of comment about my encounter with Sara, and some have asked me about other ghosts I had met, so I will tell you about one that happened to me when we had our restaurant in the Arcade in downtown Newark, Ohio.
First, of all, the Newark Arcade is an essential part of Newark, Ohio history. The Newark Arcade was created by the Newark Arcade Company in 1907, was one of Ohio's first indoor business streets. The Arcade also featured central heating and also electric lighting. Much of the now idle equipment sat quietly in the basement of the huge building. It originally housed restaurants, movie theaters, offices, a bakery, many shops, ten-cent stores, and took up a whole city block.
It was, for its time, gigantic, and one of the first of its kind in the country, and visitors came from all over to see this new concept.
Much of it was torn down now, but the gigantic basement, now abandoned except for some storage space. A few of the offices were occupied, some of the second floor had been remodeled, and on one end, an attorney had an office space. Their conference room had a large window, which overlooked the interior of the arcade and the wide hallway which had all of the display windows and entrances to the shops and offices.
The basement was a wealth of 100 year history, the old boilers were still there, the steam generator which furnished electricity to the entire complex when it was in its glory. So much outdated equipment, now covered with cobwebs, but once, state of the art.
On one of my excursions into the cavernous basement, I found one room that housed a hoard of water and food items, that had been stored there since the 40's, it was designated as an air raid shelter for the city, and the horde of supplies was still there. Some was even replenished during the Cuban crisis. A basement full of hundred year old history. I was in awe of it as I strolled through the many rooms and hallways.
I never found all of them, but old timers said that there was underground access to the entire downtown area. I did find two areas that had been used in the 20's as speak-easys, and the rooms that had housed floating crap games and poker tables.
I spent many hours roaming around, in awe of all that history. I can't explain why, or when it happened, but at times, I felt "something" accompanied me on my journeys. I was never frightened by it, but at times, I felt I wasn't alone.
One afternoon, I had done all the prep work for the next days, made sure everything was turned off, locked up, and started for home. The kitchen door that we used was on one of the side exits, but I was always in the habit of checking out the main aisle area, and glanced up at the darkened window of the attorneys office.
I thought it was a reflection at first, then I realized there was nothing that could reflect from that window.
There was a gray/white figure, rather distinct, and as I kept looking, an arm seemed to raise, in a slow wave of recognition. I stared up at that window for the longest time, The arcade was empty, no sounds, deathly quiet, and I seemed to be staring up, at a ghostly figure in a window.
I often thought of that figure in the window, but there was really no history of the arcade to be found, only some old-timers who had some stories to tell. One of the old timers came in for an early lunch one day, and I started questioning him about the history of the arcade, and I mentioned the incident to him.
"That was probably Jim, he said, "he was killed in 1928, I think it was, in an accident in the boiler room. A lot of people think he has been here ever since. Some say they see him in the mirror down the hall, still looking for his Jessie."
They say that Jessie cut through the Arcade, after the funeral, on her way home, and as she glanced at the mirror on her way out, got her last glimpse of her beloved Jim.
I continued to take my strolls through the empty spaces in the Arcade, up on the second floor, the basement, the old ballroom that used to house the Elks, the offices, and I often felt I was accompanied by Jim. I never talked with him, or asked him questions, I guess I was afraid he might answer, but I was never "concerned" with him. I was looking at history, and he was looking for his Jessie.
I did some research, and sometime will tell you the story of Jim and Jessie.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
An Open Letter
Subject: VP of Procter & Gamble Speaks out
Lou Pritchett is one of corporate America 's true living legends - an acclaimed author, dynamic teacher and one of the world's highest rated speakers. Successful corporate executives everywhere recognize him as the foremost leader in change management.
Lou changed the way America does business by creating an audacious concept that came to be known as "partnering." Pritchett rose from soap salesman to Vice-President, Sales and Customer Development for Procter and Gamble and over the course of 36 years, made corporate history.
AN OPEN LETTER TO PRESIDENT OBAMA
Dear President Obama:
You are the thirteenth President under whom I have lived and unlike any of the others, you truly scare me. You scare me because after months of exposure, I know nothing about you.
You scare me because I do not know how you paid for your expensive Ivy League education and your upscale lifestyle and housing with no visible signs of support.
You scare me because you did not spend the formative years of youth growing up in America and culturally you are not an American.
You scare me because you have never run a company or met a payroll.
You scare me because you have never had military experience, thus don't understand it at its core.
You scare me because you lack humility and 'class', always blaming others.
You scare me because for over half your life you have aligned yourself with radical extremists who hate America and you refuse to publicly denounce these radicals who wish to see America fail.
You scare me because you are a cheerleader for the 'blame America' crowd and deliver this message abroad.
You scare me because you want to change America to a European style country where the government sector dominates instead of the private sector.
You scare me because you want to replace our health care system with a government controlled one.
You scare me because you prefer 'wind mills' to responsibly capitalizing on our own vast oil, coal and shale reserves.
You scare me because you want to kill the American capitalist goose that lays the golden egg which provides the highest standard of living in the world.
You scare me because you have begun to use 'extortion' tactics against certain banks and corporations.
You scare me because your own political party shrinks from challenging you on your wild and irresponsible spending proposals.
You scare me because you will not openly listen to or even consider opposing points of view from intelligent people.
You scare me because you falsely believe that you are both omnipotent and omniscient.
You scare me because the media gives you a free pass on everything you do.
You scare me because you demonize and want to silence the Limbaughs, Hannitys, O'Relllys and Becks who offer opposing, conservative points of view.
You scare me because you prefer controlling over governing.
Finally, you scare me because if you serve a second term I will probably not feel safe in writing a similar letter in 8 years.
Lou Pritchett
Lou Pritchett is one of corporate America 's true living legends - an acclaimed author, dynamic teacher and one of the world's highest rated speakers. Successful corporate executives everywhere recognize him as the foremost leader in change management.
Lou changed the way America does business by creating an audacious concept that came to be known as "partnering." Pritchett rose from soap salesman to Vice-President, Sales and Customer Development for Procter and Gamble and over the course of 36 years, made corporate history.
AN OPEN LETTER TO PRESIDENT OBAMA
Dear President Obama:
You are the thirteenth President under whom I have lived and unlike any of the others, you truly scare me. You scare me because after months of exposure, I know nothing about you.
You scare me because I do not know how you paid for your expensive Ivy League education and your upscale lifestyle and housing with no visible signs of support.
You scare me because you did not spend the formative years of youth growing up in America and culturally you are not an American.
You scare me because you have never run a company or met a payroll.
You scare me because you have never had military experience, thus don't understand it at its core.
You scare me because you lack humility and 'class', always blaming others.
You scare me because for over half your life you have aligned yourself with radical extremists who hate America and you refuse to publicly denounce these radicals who wish to see America fail.
You scare me because you are a cheerleader for the 'blame America' crowd and deliver this message abroad.
You scare me because you want to change America to a European style country where the government sector dominates instead of the private sector.
You scare me because you want to replace our health care system with a government controlled one.
You scare me because you prefer 'wind mills' to responsibly capitalizing on our own vast oil, coal and shale reserves.
You scare me because you want to kill the American capitalist goose that lays the golden egg which provides the highest standard of living in the world.
You scare me because you have begun to use 'extortion' tactics against certain banks and corporations.
You scare me because your own political party shrinks from challenging you on your wild and irresponsible spending proposals.
You scare me because you will not openly listen to or even consider opposing points of view from intelligent people.
You scare me because you falsely believe that you are both omnipotent and omniscient.
You scare me because the media gives you a free pass on everything you do.
You scare me because you demonize and want to silence the Limbaughs, Hannitys, O'Relllys and Becks who offer opposing, conservative points of view.
You scare me because you prefer controlling over governing.
Finally, you scare me because if you serve a second term I will probably not feel safe in writing a similar letter in 8 years.
Lou Pritchett
Stupid things I have done .... Number ONE
Years ago, we had a restaurant just outside of town, in the little area called Marne, Dooley's Diner.
It had originally been a small grocery store, then it was converted into a restaurant. One owner did quite well when they were working on a new freeway and all the workers ate there. When the freeway opened, he got smart a sold it.
It did well for a while, but they finally closed up.
Then I came along and re-opened it. We did a good breakfast trade and an even better lunch. There was some construction going on, and oil field workers who pumped the shallow wells around the area.
Shortly after we opened, in one of my moments of "good sense" lapses, I decided to have a sign painter do a big sign to hang over the door, 5' x 4'.
Now remember, we are in a small rural community, a lot of elderly people, retired farmers, a lot of good folks.
I called an old sign painter who actually painted, no vinyl, and he came from Granville out to our place after I called him. I knew what I wanted, but had nothing down on paper for him to look at.
We sat in a booth and I told him what I wanted ....
"I'm sorry, you want a what?"
"A big, gold foot, with a high arch."
"I thought that's what you said."
I thought it was a great idea, a takeoff of "Eat under the Golden Arch."
I think I was the only one who saw the humor in it. I had hoped to get sued by McDonalds or something, at least some publicity.
But nothing happened, just a decrease in business, very few saw any humor in the sign, a big yellow foot hanging over the door of a restaurant.
It did inspire a few comments, most of which were a little on the gross side and will stay unsaid.
I thought it was clever.
It had originally been a small grocery store, then it was converted into a restaurant. One owner did quite well when they were working on a new freeway and all the workers ate there. When the freeway opened, he got smart a sold it.
It did well for a while, but they finally closed up.
Then I came along and re-opened it. We did a good breakfast trade and an even better lunch. There was some construction going on, and oil field workers who pumped the shallow wells around the area.
Shortly after we opened, in one of my moments of "good sense" lapses, I decided to have a sign painter do a big sign to hang over the door, 5' x 4'.
Now remember, we are in a small rural community, a lot of elderly people, retired farmers, a lot of good folks.
I called an old sign painter who actually painted, no vinyl, and he came from Granville out to our place after I called him. I knew what I wanted, but had nothing down on paper for him to look at.
We sat in a booth and I told him what I wanted ....
"I'm sorry, you want a what?"
"A big, gold foot, with a high arch."
"I thought that's what you said."
I thought it was a great idea, a takeoff of "Eat under the Golden Arch."
I think I was the only one who saw the humor in it. I had hoped to get sued by McDonalds or something, at least some publicity.
But nothing happened, just a decrease in business, very few saw any humor in the sign, a big yellow foot hanging over the door of a restaurant.
It did inspire a few comments, most of which were a little on the gross side and will stay unsaid.
I thought it was clever.
The Night the Music Stopped ..... In Iraq
For those who are unaware, at a military theater, the National Anthem is played before every movie.
This is written from a Chaplain in Iraq :
I recently attended a showing of 'Superman 3' here at LSA Anaconda. We have a large auditorium we use for movies, as well as memorial services and other large gatherings. As is the custom back in the States, we stood and snapped to attention when the National Anthem began before the main feature. All was going as planned until about three-quarters of the way through The National Anthem the music stopped.
Now, what would happen if this occurred with 1,000 18-22 year-olds back in the States? I imagine there would be hoots, catcalls, laughter, a few rude comments; and everyone would sit down and call for a movie. Of course, that is, if they had stood for the National Anthem in the first place.
Here, the 1,000 Soldiers continued to stand at attention, eyes fixed forward. The music started again. The Soldiers continued to quietly stand at attention. And again, at the same point, the music stopped. What would you expect to happen? Even here I would imagine laughter, as everyone finally sat down and expected the movie to start.
But here, you could have heard a pin drop. Every Soldier continued to stand at attention. Suddenly there was a lone voice, then a dozen, and quickly the room was filled with the voices of a thousand soldiers, finishing where the recording left off:
"And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air, gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say does that Star Spangled Banner yet wave, o'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave."
It was the most inspiring moment I have had here in Iraq . I wanted you to know what kind of Soldiers are serving you here. Remember them as they fight for you!
Pass this along as a reminder to others to be ever in prayer for all our soldiers serving us here at home and abroad. For many have already paid the ultimate price..
Written by Chaplain Jim Higgins
LSA Anaconda is at the Ballad Airport in Iraq, north of Baghdad
This is written from a Chaplain in Iraq :
I recently attended a showing of 'Superman 3' here at LSA Anaconda. We have a large auditorium we use for movies, as well as memorial services and other large gatherings. As is the custom back in the States, we stood and snapped to attention when the National Anthem began before the main feature. All was going as planned until about three-quarters of the way through The National Anthem the music stopped.
Now, what would happen if this occurred with 1,000 18-22 year-olds back in the States? I imagine there would be hoots, catcalls, laughter, a few rude comments; and everyone would sit down and call for a movie. Of course, that is, if they had stood for the National Anthem in the first place.
Here, the 1,000 Soldiers continued to stand at attention, eyes fixed forward. The music started again. The Soldiers continued to quietly stand at attention. And again, at the same point, the music stopped. What would you expect to happen? Even here I would imagine laughter, as everyone finally sat down and expected the movie to start.
But here, you could have heard a pin drop. Every Soldier continued to stand at attention. Suddenly there was a lone voice, then a dozen, and quickly the room was filled with the voices of a thousand soldiers, finishing where the recording left off:
"And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air, gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say does that Star Spangled Banner yet wave, o'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave."
It was the most inspiring moment I have had here in Iraq . I wanted you to know what kind of Soldiers are serving you here. Remember them as they fight for you!
Pass this along as a reminder to others to be ever in prayer for all our soldiers serving us here at home and abroad. For many have already paid the ultimate price..
Written by Chaplain Jim Higgins
LSA Anaconda is at the Ballad Airport in Iraq, north of Baghdad
Monday, August 24, 2009
Racist or maybe a Fascist?
Word Origin & History
racist
1932 as a noun, 1938 as an adjective, from race (n.2); racism is first attested 1936 (from Fr. racism, 1935), originally in the context of Nazi theories. But they replaced earlier words, racialism (1907) and racialist (1917), both often used at first in a British or South African context. Someone accused Obama of being a racist, and I got to wondering exactly what the word meant. I've often heard the term used, and I thought I knew what it meant, and then, I wondered.
Does a racist believe in race? They do exist. Look at the definition, "originally in the context of Nazi theories." I found that interesting.
Was a white man who did not like Indians, a racist? I never heard them referred to in that way. "Hey, pardner, you're a racist." Never heard that in an old western movie.
Germans against Jews, racists, never heard that used, but I was not there. I thought the term racists sprang up in regards to whites and blacks, and really became inflammatory word, the term could incite riots. The word racist became very negative, yet it seems like it meant, whites that don't like blacks.
Racist is a pejorative word.
But Obama was accused of being a racist, a half black, half white that doesn't like whites. The way it was used meant, he doesn't like whites.
A racer participates in races, or perhaps is a car that participates in races.
If you run, you are a runner, not a racer, even though you run in a race.
When you start looking up "racist" there didn't seem to be any Clerc definition, the word that really got my attention was "facist".
Fascism, pronounced /ˈfæʃɪzəm/, comprises a radical and authoritarian nationalist political ideology and a corporatist economic ideology.
Fascists believe that nations and/or races are in perpetual conflict whereby only the strong can survive by being healthy, vital, and by asserting themselves in conflict against the weak.
Fascists advocate the creation of a single-party state.
Fascist governments forbid and suppress criticism and opposition to the government and the fascist movement.
Fascism opposes class conflict, blames capitalist liberal democracies for its creation and communists for exploiting the concept.
In the economic sphere, many fascist leaders have claimed to support a "Third Way" in economic policy, which they believed superior to both the rampant individualism of unrestrained capitalism and the severe control of state communism.
This was to be achieved by establishing significant government control over business and labour (Mussolini called his nation's system "the corporate state").
No common and concise definition exists for fascism and historians and political scientists disagree on what should be in any concise definition.
That gives us all something to think about.
racist
1932 as a noun, 1938 as an adjective, from race (n.2); racism is first attested 1936 (from Fr. racism, 1935), originally in the context of Nazi theories. But they replaced earlier words, racialism (1907) and racialist (1917), both often used at first in a British or South African context. Someone accused Obama of being a racist, and I got to wondering exactly what the word meant. I've often heard the term used, and I thought I knew what it meant, and then, I wondered.
Does a racist believe in race? They do exist. Look at the definition, "originally in the context of Nazi theories." I found that interesting.
Was a white man who did not like Indians, a racist? I never heard them referred to in that way. "Hey, pardner, you're a racist." Never heard that in an old western movie.
Germans against Jews, racists, never heard that used, but I was not there. I thought the term racists sprang up in regards to whites and blacks, and really became inflammatory word, the term could incite riots. The word racist became very negative, yet it seems like it meant, whites that don't like blacks.
Racist is a pejorative word.
But Obama was accused of being a racist, a half black, half white that doesn't like whites. The way it was used meant, he doesn't like whites.
A racer participates in races, or perhaps is a car that participates in races.
If you run, you are a runner, not a racer, even though you run in a race.
When you start looking up "racist" there didn't seem to be any Clerc definition, the word that really got my attention was "facist".
Fascism, pronounced /ˈfæʃɪzəm/, comprises a radical and authoritarian nationalist political ideology and a corporatist economic ideology.
Fascists believe that nations and/or races are in perpetual conflict whereby only the strong can survive by being healthy, vital, and by asserting themselves in conflict against the weak.
Fascists advocate the creation of a single-party state.
Fascist governments forbid and suppress criticism and opposition to the government and the fascist movement.
Fascism opposes class conflict, blames capitalist liberal democracies for its creation and communists for exploiting the concept.
In the economic sphere, many fascist leaders have claimed to support a "Third Way" in economic policy, which they believed superior to both the rampant individualism of unrestrained capitalism and the severe control of state communism.
This was to be achieved by establishing significant government control over business and labour (Mussolini called his nation's system "the corporate state").
No common and concise definition exists for fascism and historians and political scientists disagree on what should be in any concise definition.
That gives us all something to think about.
Crash, boom, bang
Post may be far and few between for a while, laptop ..... apparently a fatal virus. I think I picked it up in PA, motel we stayed at. A strange window appeared when I logged in on their network from YAHOO, it said, asked stupid questions, so I did not follow through with it.
Back in Newark, logged on, same window, I answered their stupid questions. Next time I turned the computer OFF .... never to OPEN again ..... now using my wifes computer.
Buying a laptop every year is too expensive, will see what happens.
Back in Newark, logged on, same window, I answered their stupid questions. Next time I turned the computer OFF .... never to OPEN again ..... now using my wifes computer.
Buying a laptop every year is too expensive, will see what happens.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Newark Ohio Advocate Editorial
Government should take time to do health care right
August 16, 2009
But little has been said about the government’s even more amazing ability to grossly underestimate the cost of what’s being proposed.
Consider the fairly simple exercise of offering Americans $3,500 to $4,500 to trade in specific “clunker” vehicles for more environmentally friendly new cars. The $1 billion program ran out of cash in just days after eager buyers and motivated auto dealers made deals at a rapid pace, forcing Congress to quickly authorize another $2 billion in spending for the program.
Compared to revamping the entire American health care system, executing Cash for Clunkers was a first-grade math test for adults. Uncle Sam failed.
Thus, when we hear Washington politicians begin talking about keeping the cost of health care reforms to less than $1 trillion, we get quite concerned.
This is especially true against the backdrop of our current economic realities and $11 trillion national debt. According to the Associated Press, tax receipts are on pace to drop 18 percent this year, the biggest single-year decline since the Great Depression, while the federal deficit balloons to a record $1.8 trillion. Individual income tax receipts are down 22 percent from a year ago. Corporate income taxes are down 57 percent.
What does this all mean? President Barack Obama and Congress better do their homework and present the American people, federal analysts and health care industry plenty of time to review a final plan.
The amazing complexity of the four bills currently pending in Congress make it difficult for any of us to know what’s really involved and how it might impact all of us.
Yes, we agree there’s urgency to help the uninsured in America, but there’s also a need to make sure the insured are not damaged by any plan either.
Congress needs to remember it works for Americans, not the special interest lobbies that try to sway public opinion to suit their needs.
We welcome the current debate, even if becomes a bit too spirited at times.
There’s no more personal issue than one’s health care.
Just like in the operating room, there’s no margin for error.
August 16, 2009
But little has been said about the government’s even more amazing ability to grossly underestimate the cost of what’s being proposed.
Consider the fairly simple exercise of offering Americans $3,500 to $4,500 to trade in specific “clunker” vehicles for more environmentally friendly new cars. The $1 billion program ran out of cash in just days after eager buyers and motivated auto dealers made deals at a rapid pace, forcing Congress to quickly authorize another $2 billion in spending for the program.
Compared to revamping the entire American health care system, executing Cash for Clunkers was a first-grade math test for adults. Uncle Sam failed.
Thus, when we hear Washington politicians begin talking about keeping the cost of health care reforms to less than $1 trillion, we get quite concerned.
This is especially true against the backdrop of our current economic realities and $11 trillion national debt. According to the Associated Press, tax receipts are on pace to drop 18 percent this year, the biggest single-year decline since the Great Depression, while the federal deficit balloons to a record $1.8 trillion. Individual income tax receipts are down 22 percent from a year ago. Corporate income taxes are down 57 percent.
What does this all mean? President Barack Obama and Congress better do their homework and present the American people, federal analysts and health care industry plenty of time to review a final plan.
The amazing complexity of the four bills currently pending in Congress make it difficult for any of us to know what’s really involved and how it might impact all of us.
Yes, we agree there’s urgency to help the uninsured in America, but there’s also a need to make sure the insured are not damaged by any plan either.
Congress needs to remember it works for Americans, not the special interest lobbies that try to sway public opinion to suit their needs.
We welcome the current debate, even if becomes a bit too spirited at times.
There’s no more personal issue than one’s health care.
Just like in the operating room, there’s no margin for error.
Little League World Series
IF YOU are not following the Little League World Series in Pennsylvania, you are missing out on some pure, sports ...... genuine emotion. good sportsmanship, friends before and after the games, competitors during the game.
No millionaires, just kids who love the game and have worked hard to get to the series.
No millionaires, just kids who love the game and have worked hard to get to the series.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
The address book
We had a very strange occurrence happen recently on our return to Ohio, after a visit with relatives in New York.
We got home around three in the afternoon after a rather leisurely drive from Western Pennsylvania. Strangely though, a white Escalade had been in close proximity to us the whole trip, but not enough that we became suspicious, until he got off the main stream highway, 70 West, and it was close behind us in Zanesville, Ohio, the last town till we reached our destination, Newark, Ohio.
Looking back, we thought we had seen it a few times at The Would, where we were staying, The Would in Highland, New York. My daughter is one of the owners, and she had saved an apartment for us while we visited.
The apartment was vacant, with the exception of an old address book, that we really payed no attention to. It sat on a corner table in the living room, under a replica of a Tiffany lamp. I really never gave it more than a passing glance, but did notice once that there were many names and phone numbers in it.
Debra, my daughter, did mention that the previous tenant had been a rather strange, secretive man, who spoke very little, and kept primarily to himself. He left every morning at ten-thirty and always was back by three in the afternoon. On one occasion he ate dinner in The Would dining room, but spoke to no one. He stayed at The Would for three weeks, and regularly paid his rent, in cash, and on time.
We called New York soon after we arrived, to let them know we had made the trip safely, and for some reason I was going to ask what kind of a car the stranger had driven, but in my haste, I forgot to do it. I almost called them back, my curiosity about the white car was aroused. It probably was just a coincidence, so I dismissed it from my mind.
Then, that evening, I looked out the window, just in time to see a familiar white car heading out of our apartment complex, at a rather high rate of speed. Later on, on three occasions, our phone rang, no one on the other end, as if someone was checking to see that we were home.
To say the least, I was getting a little concerned. I didn't want to alarm Marilyn, but there were too many coincidences related to that white car, and it obviously had something to do with the address book in our room, at the apartment, at The Would, in New York, or at least, it seemed that way.
And that got me to thinking, and I looked, and sure enough, when we took our things off of that coffee table with the Tiffany lamp, the address book had accidentally been placed in my shoulder bag, with my laptop and some other items. We now had the address book, and I was getting the feeling that it had something to do with the mysterious white car.
Before we went to bed last night, I checked out the window, and saw no white car in the apartment parking lot, and had not heard any cars coming in, other than those of apartment dwellers, so we went to bed without giving the mysterious white car and the address book, another thought.
There was a rather severe storm last night, a lot of rain and wind, and I don't know what woke me up, but I looked over at our clock radio, and the power was off. I had not heard the storm, so I wondered what caused the electricity to be off. I didn't think much about it, so went back to sleep.
Later on, some noise woke me up, and I got up and looked out the window as a power truck went by, and shortly after that, I noticed, that the power went back on, as the clock radios were visible again. I glanced out again, and saw a white car make a quick turn, out of the parking lot, right behind the power truck.
I was concerned, but went back to bed, fell asleep, and thought nothing more of the incidents that had occurred during the night.
This morning, I was the first one up, but I didn't open the front blinds as usual. Our granddaughter had spent the night with us, and was asleep in the living room, so I didn't want the additional light to disturb her.
Around eight, Marilyn, my wife got up, and we had coffee together, and Caleb, our dog, started scratching at the door and obviously wanted out. Just then, the telephone rang, and another one of those mysterious calls, no one there. That brought back memories of the preceding night, the calls, the mysterious white car, the address book, all those memories came back.
As Marilyn opened the door to let Caleb out, I heard her say, "There's a box on the porch, and it's dry, must have been put there recently."
And then, she added as she looked out, "There goes that white car again,, that's odd."
It was a white box, about a foot square and a foot high. It was dry, so that meant it had been placed there since the rain.
"Well," Marilyn said, "are you going to see what it is?"
I cautiously walked out to the box, it looked innocent enough, and I slowly took the lid off, and looked inside.
"What is it?" Marilyn asked.
I paused, and said, "Bologna, like the rest of this story."
We got home around three in the afternoon after a rather leisurely drive from Western Pennsylvania. Strangely though, a white Escalade had been in close proximity to us the whole trip, but not enough that we became suspicious, until he got off the main stream highway, 70 West, and it was close behind us in Zanesville, Ohio, the last town till we reached our destination, Newark, Ohio.
Looking back, we thought we had seen it a few times at The Would, where we were staying, The Would in Highland, New York. My daughter is one of the owners, and she had saved an apartment for us while we visited.
The apartment was vacant, with the exception of an old address book, that we really payed no attention to. It sat on a corner table in the living room, under a replica of a Tiffany lamp. I really never gave it more than a passing glance, but did notice once that there were many names and phone numbers in it.
Debra, my daughter, did mention that the previous tenant had been a rather strange, secretive man, who spoke very little, and kept primarily to himself. He left every morning at ten-thirty and always was back by three in the afternoon. On one occasion he ate dinner in The Would dining room, but spoke to no one. He stayed at The Would for three weeks, and regularly paid his rent, in cash, and on time.
We called New York soon after we arrived, to let them know we had made the trip safely, and for some reason I was going to ask what kind of a car the stranger had driven, but in my haste, I forgot to do it. I almost called them back, my curiosity about the white car was aroused. It probably was just a coincidence, so I dismissed it from my mind.
Then, that evening, I looked out the window, just in time to see a familiar white car heading out of our apartment complex, at a rather high rate of speed. Later on, on three occasions, our phone rang, no one on the other end, as if someone was checking to see that we were home.
To say the least, I was getting a little concerned. I didn't want to alarm Marilyn, but there were too many coincidences related to that white car, and it obviously had something to do with the address book in our room, at the apartment, at The Would, in New York, or at least, it seemed that way.
And that got me to thinking, and I looked, and sure enough, when we took our things off of that coffee table with the Tiffany lamp, the address book had accidentally been placed in my shoulder bag, with my laptop and some other items. We now had the address book, and I was getting the feeling that it had something to do with the mysterious white car.
Before we went to bed last night, I checked out the window, and saw no white car in the apartment parking lot, and had not heard any cars coming in, other than those of apartment dwellers, so we went to bed without giving the mysterious white car and the address book, another thought.
There was a rather severe storm last night, a lot of rain and wind, and I don't know what woke me up, but I looked over at our clock radio, and the power was off. I had not heard the storm, so I wondered what caused the electricity to be off. I didn't think much about it, so went back to sleep.
Later on, some noise woke me up, and I got up and looked out the window as a power truck went by, and shortly after that, I noticed, that the power went back on, as the clock radios were visible again. I glanced out again, and saw a white car make a quick turn, out of the parking lot, right behind the power truck.
I was concerned, but went back to bed, fell asleep, and thought nothing more of the incidents that had occurred during the night.
This morning, I was the first one up, but I didn't open the front blinds as usual. Our granddaughter had spent the night with us, and was asleep in the living room, so I didn't want the additional light to disturb her.
Around eight, Marilyn, my wife got up, and we had coffee together, and Caleb, our dog, started scratching at the door and obviously wanted out. Just then, the telephone rang, and another one of those mysterious calls, no one there. That brought back memories of the preceding night, the calls, the mysterious white car, the address book, all those memories came back.
As Marilyn opened the door to let Caleb out, I heard her say, "There's a box on the porch, and it's dry, must have been put there recently."
And then, she added as she looked out, "There goes that white car again,, that's odd."
It was a white box, about a foot square and a foot high. It was dry, so that meant it had been placed there since the rain.
"Well," Marilyn said, "are you going to see what it is?"
I cautiously walked out to the box, it looked innocent enough, and I slowly took the lid off, and looked inside.
"What is it?" Marilyn asked.
I paused, and said, "Bologna, like the rest of this story."
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
We met ............ Sara
While we were in NY, son Brad and his fiance Bernie, took us on a tour of the FDR (Franklin Roosevelt) estate. I remembered FDR, and actually saw him in the early 40's in Dayton, he was with Orville Wright and Charles Kettering. They passed our high school in their limo. They reportedly were discussing the early stages of the A-bomb, the Manhatten Project, which had some early secret research done at Runneymead in Oakwood.
The Roosevelt estate preserves a large part of our country's history, and a four-term president who played a major part in a very historical time. The Depression, WWII, the development of the A-bomb. Much history was in that house, and I was awed to see some of the items that were in photographs that I remembered. His oval office desk and chair were there, all the items on his desk were there, the bed and room where FDR was born.
It was a very respectful and awesome atmosphere. It was crowded, but everyone seemed quiet, and absorbing all the history.
We were free to roam a great deal of the area, the Rose Garden where he was buried, but to tour the house, we went on guided tours.
We were in the last group of the day to tour the house, late afternoon, warm, the sun was setting. We went through all the rooms on the first floor, and went up the stairs to the second floor. We passed the small, hand operated elevator that FDR had used so many times, the same ropes that he had pulled.
We saw the room where he was born, his bedroom, a bedroom where the Queen of England had spent the night. Everything was as it had been, except for the carpet traveled by the visitors.
One small room attracted by attention, a little larger than a phone booth, and this room had an old fashioned telephone on the wall. I entered the small room to get a better look at the antique telephone, and as I entered I felt something brush against my right arm, but no one was there.
Right down the hall stood one of the park rangers, and I asked her, "Is there a ghost in this house.?"
"Yes," she replied, "Sara Roosevelt."
"Some time ago there was a fire up here, and they hired guards to keep a 24 hour watch on the building. One of the guards encountered an eerie white figure that told him, 'Get out of my house.' He did, and was never heard from again."
I felt Sara stay with us the rest of the tour, and follow us as we left, felt her in our car, and for the rest of the evening.
On a couch at The Would, as we sat at the bar, a nearby couch had an indentation where she sat. As we ate, curtains slowly moved in time to the music that was playing, yet there was no wind. She spent some time with us, off and on, for the next couple of days. I think she enjoyed the great time we were having during our visit. She reportedly always loved good "family times," and I am sure she was enjoying our visit.
She didn't come back to Ohio with us,, she is still in New York, in her home, that she loved so much, and is where she belongs, among all those treasures and memories.
Thanks Sara, I hope you enjoyed your time with us, we enjoyed having you.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
The Would in Highland, New York
Early Sunday morning, and sitting in the restaurant at The Would, it is not open right now, but cool and dark, very quiet, the only sound is the AC in the background .... nice "quiet time" to catch up on email and Facebook.
Nice drive up, made it exactly when TomTom said we would. I was lost, but she said, TURN RIGHT and the TURN LEFT ................. YOU ARE AT YOUR DESTINATION. Amazing.
Brad and Bernie came up on Friday, sat on the front porch of The Would had a lovely evening chatting, Deb, Lisa, Brad, Bernie, Marilyn ...... beautiful evening, great time.
Brad and Bernie took us for a late night snack.
Had a great day with Brad and Bernie, went through Hyde Park, the home of FDR, took the tour ...... Met Sara Roosevelt, the mother of FDR, who is now a ghost
and lives at the mansion. She came back with us, spent the evening, but is gone this morning ...... had a lot of laughs with her, even though she did not have a great sense of humor. We had a delightful meal, prepared by the Chef, at the Would, visited all evening with friends ....... great, memorable evening.
This is the first we had met Brad's Bernie, and she is a delight, she was never a stranger, fit like a glove, Brad done good....................
Not sure about the events of today, already have been served a bagel/egg and bacon sandwich with coffee by Lisa .... I want to take her home with us ... she is a Doll of the first degree.
Not sure how long we will stay, but getting antsy .... anxious to head for our little apartment in Newark ...... security ..... I guess.
Caleb, our dog, fit right in with the dogs here, he too is having a great time ...
Have not discussed politics, religion, the economy or the state of the world .... just pleasant conversation and good times ...... I wish that for all who read this ...
Nice drive up, made it exactly when TomTom said we would. I was lost, but she said, TURN RIGHT and the TURN LEFT ................. YOU ARE AT YOUR DESTINATION. Amazing.
Brad and Bernie came up on Friday, sat on the front porch of The Would had a lovely evening chatting, Deb, Lisa, Brad, Bernie, Marilyn ...... beautiful evening, great time.
Brad and Bernie took us for a late night snack.
Had a great day with Brad and Bernie, went through Hyde Park, the home of FDR, took the tour ...... Met Sara Roosevelt, the mother of FDR, who is now a ghost
and lives at the mansion. She came back with us, spent the evening, but is gone this morning ...... had a lot of laughs with her, even though she did not have a great sense of humor. We had a delightful meal, prepared by the Chef, at the Would, visited all evening with friends ....... great, memorable evening.
This is the first we had met Brad's Bernie, and she is a delight, she was never a stranger, fit like a glove, Brad done good....................
Not sure about the events of today, already have been served a bagel/egg and bacon sandwich with coffee by Lisa .... I want to take her home with us ... she is a Doll of the first degree.
Not sure how long we will stay, but getting antsy .... anxious to head for our little apartment in Newark ...... security ..... I guess.
Caleb, our dog, fit right in with the dogs here, he too is having a great time ...
Have not discussed politics, religion, the economy or the state of the world .... just pleasant conversation and good times ...... I wish that for all who read this ...
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tomorrow ...... we hope
Tomorrow, Friday, AM, we hope to be packed and ready to leave for a trip of a few days, not sure how many.
It will be Marilyn, my wife, Caleb, our dog, and myself, in our little Chevy.
We hope to visit with my daughter, Debra, Highland, NY, at The Would, son Dean in East Hanover, NJ and son Brad who lives in the Bronx.
Been three or four years since we have seen them.
We will have our GPS, cell phone, and laptop. As of now, we are not sure of the route we are going to take. The GPS mapped out one course, and there are three alternates on Google, and a different one on YAHOO.
We used to use a map. There are three ways to get to the East, all about the same. One on the PA Turnpike, one up North, 80, and one a combination of the two. Nothing is worse than getting in a battle with your GPS and Google.
We have informed all that we would arrive Friday afternoon or evening. I have never driven that far since I was 76 and had a triple bi-pass and gotten older. We intend to make a two day trip out of it.
The GPS talks, and hears, I hope it is nice to us!
It will be Marilyn, my wife, Caleb, our dog, and myself, in our little Chevy.
We hope to visit with my daughter, Debra, Highland, NY, at The Would, son Dean in East Hanover, NJ and son Brad who lives in the Bronx.
Been three or four years since we have seen them.
We will have our GPS, cell phone, and laptop. As of now, we are not sure of the route we are going to take. The GPS mapped out one course, and there are three alternates on Google, and a different one on YAHOO.
We used to use a map. There are three ways to get to the East, all about the same. One on the PA Turnpike, one up North, 80, and one a combination of the two. Nothing is worse than getting in a battle with your GPS and Google.
We have informed all that we would arrive Friday afternoon or evening. I have never driven that far since I was 76 and had a triple bi-pass and gotten older. We intend to make a two day trip out of it.
The GPS talks, and hears, I hope it is nice to us!
Worth Reading ........ and UNDERSTANDING
This week, House Speaker Nancy Pelosi and Majority Leader Steny Hoyer published a column in USA Today in which they called those who oppose the Democrats' health care plan "un-American."
We would like to know, what could be MORE American than citizens from across the country voicing concerns about controversial legislation to their elected officials?
Perhaps opposition to the Democrats' plan for health care is so fierce because Americans don't like the idea of socialized medicine. They don't like the thought of the government being so deeply involved in their health care decisions. And they don't like the cost - $1.5 trillion over ten years. And that's on top of the President's failed stimulus plan and a bailout for failing auto companies. There is an economic breaking point, and it seems that the Democrats have found it.
We believe that all Americans have a First Amendment right to challenge their elected officials.
We would like to know, what could be MORE American than citizens from across the country voicing concerns about controversial legislation to their elected officials?
Perhaps opposition to the Democrats' plan for health care is so fierce because Americans don't like the idea of socialized medicine. They don't like the thought of the government being so deeply involved in their health care decisions. And they don't like the cost - $1.5 trillion over ten years. And that's on top of the President's failed stimulus plan and a bailout for failing auto companies. There is an economic breaking point, and it seems that the Democrats have found it.
We believe that all Americans have a First Amendment right to challenge their elected officials.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
The US Dream Academy .... Wintley Phipps
I have been impressed with Wintley Phipps for many years, primarily as a rich, deep voiced, gospel singer. His Amazing Grace is awesome, his voice is commanding.
The more I have heard, and learned of him, he is even more awesome, and genuine.
He often ministered to convicts, and realized that their children were at great risk, of ending up as convicts. He chose to do something.
In 1998 he started the US Dream Academy, whose goal was go reach these children, and steer them on a course that would change their lives.
He once told a young black girl, that someday she would communicate with millions, that was Oprah Winfrey.
He was once on a crowded elevator, in Washington, and a voice from the rear of the elevator called out his name. It was a Senator who was putting together a program for Mother Teresa. Whitney sang for her, the last time she heard, Amazing Grace, for which he was rewarded with a very feeble hug and embrace from Mother Teresa.
He feels he has often been in the right place at the right time.
I think what he is doing and has accomplished is worth knowing.
Check out his dream
Mangini Head Coach of the Browns .. back to where he started
I think this is a neat story, from ball boy to head coach, dreams do come true.
Eric Mangini was named the 12th full-time head coach in the history of the Cleveland Browns franchise on January 8, 2009.
For Mangini, it marked a return to his NFL roots, having kicked off his tenure in the league as a ball boy and an intern in the Browns’ public relations department in 1994. His tireless work ethic was just as evident in that first year as it is today, a quality that led then-head coach Bill Belichick to add Mangini to the team’s coaching staff in 1995.
In his 14 years of NFL coaching experience, Mangini has been a part of six teams that qualified for the playoffs, including five that captured division crowns and three that came away with the Lombardi Trophy as Super Bowl champions.
Tiger Woods
Tiger Woods is going to be fined for speaking out about an incident that happened during a tournament.
Much like...........
Let's take a cup of water out of the ocean and see how much the ocean drops.
Much like...........
Let's take a cup of water out of the ocean and see how much the ocean drops.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
The Orchestra....... and the Director
I feel like we, the American people, who once lived in the greatest nation on earth, are sitting in a great symphony hall, listening to a beautifully, meticulously, orchestrated symphony, listening, but not hearing.
The music is beautiful, but we don't hear, or know, the words.
The maestro is one Barack Hussein Obama, who has the baton in hand, and moves his lithe athletic body in graceful movements, in tempo with the music, that he himself has written.
The hand picked talented orchestra responds to each and every movement of the maestro's baton.
Other directors have conducted similar symphonies, but never, in this country has their been a symphony written, and performed with such talented, hand picked musicians, who were so devoted to their conductor.
The music is somewhat abstract, no one knows, for sure, what the maestro intends for this symphony, but it is apparent that most of the music is designed to move the audience, all in the same direction, so they are listening, as one.
The music is beautiful, but we don't hear, or know, the words.
The maestro is one Barack Hussein Obama, who has the baton in hand, and moves his lithe athletic body in graceful movements, in tempo with the music, that he himself has written.
The hand picked talented orchestra responds to each and every movement of the maestro's baton.
Other directors have conducted similar symphonies, but never, in this country has their been a symphony written, and performed with such talented, hand picked musicians, who were so devoted to their conductor.
The music is somewhat abstract, no one knows, for sure, what the maestro intends for this symphony, but it is apparent that most of the music is designed to move the audience, all in the same direction, so they are listening, as one.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Enterprising Mouse
Associated Press
Published: August 7, 2009
LA GRANDE, Ore.—A mouse found inside an automatic teller machine - along with a nest it had built with chewed-up $20 bills - gave an Oregon gas station employee the surprise of her life.
The mouse, discovered Thursday, had thoroughly torn up two bills and damaged another 14 to line his nest. Employee Millie Taylor says she screamed and slammed the machine’s door shut.
The bank replaced all the money that wasn’t extensively damaged, and the ATM has continued to work just fine. The mouse also got a reprieve: He was evicted from his nest but set free outside the station.
Other workers at the Gem Stop Chevron in La Grande in eastern Oregon say they’re mystified about how the mouse got inside the machine.
Published: August 7, 2009
LA GRANDE, Ore.—A mouse found inside an automatic teller machine - along with a nest it had built with chewed-up $20 bills - gave an Oregon gas station employee the surprise of her life.
The mouse, discovered Thursday, had thoroughly torn up two bills and damaged another 14 to line his nest. Employee Millie Taylor says she screamed and slammed the machine’s door shut.
The bank replaced all the money that wasn’t extensively damaged, and the ATM has continued to work just fine. The mouse also got a reprieve: He was evicted from his nest but set free outside the station.
Other workers at the Gem Stop Chevron in La Grande in eastern Oregon say they’re mystified about how the mouse got inside the machine.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Norman Thomas speech in 1944
Norman Thomas said this in a 1944 speech:
“The American people will never knowingly adopt socialism. But, under the name of “liberalism,” they will adopt every fragment of the socialist program, until one day America will be a socialist nation, without knowing how it happened.” He went on to say: “I no longer need to run as a Presidential Candidate for the Socialist Party. The Democratic Party has adopted our platform.”
“The American people will never knowingly adopt socialism. But, under the name of “liberalism,” they will adopt every fragment of the socialist program, until one day America will be a socialist nation, without knowing how it happened.” He went on to say: “I no longer need to run as a Presidential Candidate for the Socialist Party. The Democratic Party has adopted our platform.”
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Lee Iacocca .Where have all the leaders gone?
Remember Lee Iacocca, the man who rescued Chrysler Corporation from its death throes? He's now 82 years old and has a new book,'Where Have All The Leaders Gone?'.
Lee Iacocca Says:
'Am I the only guy in this country who's fed up with what's happening? Where the hell is our outrage? We should be screaming bloody murder! We've got a gang of clueless bozos steering our ship of state right over a cliff, we've got corporate gangsters stealing us blind, and we can't even clean up after a hurricane much less build a hybrid car. But instead of getting mad, everyone sits around and nods their heads when the politicians say, 'Stay the course.'
Stay the course? You've got to be kidding. This is America , not the damned, 'Titanic'. I'll give you a sound bite: 'Throw all the bums out!'
You might think I'm getting senile, that I've gone off my rocker, and maybe I have. But someone has to speak up. I hardly recognize this country anymore.
The most famous business leaders are not the innovators but the guys in handcuffs.. While we're fiddling in Iraq , the Middle East is burning and nobody seems to know what to do. And the press is waving 'pom-poms' instead of asking hard questions. That's not the promise of the ' America ' my parents and yours traveled across the ocean for. I've had enough. How about you?
I'll go a step further. You can't call yourself a patriot if you're not outraged. This is a fight I'm ready and willing to have. The Biggest 'C' is Crisis! (Iacocca elaborates on nine C's of leadership, with crisis being the first.)
Leaders are made, not born. Leadership is forged in times of crisis. It's easy to sit there with your feet up on the desk and talk theory. Or send someone else's kids off to war when you've never seen a battlefield yourself. It's another thing to lead when your world comes tumbling down.
On September 11, 2001, we needed a strong leader more than any other time in our history. We needed a steady hand to guide us out of the ashes. A hell of a mess, so here's where we stand.
We're immersed in a bloody war with no plan for winning and no plan for leaving.
Obama is running the biggest deficit in the history of the country.
We're losing the manufacturing edge to Asia , while our once-great companies are getting slaughtered by health care costs.
Gas prices are skyrocketing, and nobody in power has a coherent energy policy. Our schools are in trouble due to poor leadership in school districts.
Our borders are like sieves..
The middle class is being squeezed every which way.
These are times that cry out for leadership.
But when you look around, you've got to ask: 'Where have all the leaders gone?' Where are the curious, creative communicators? Where are the people of character, courage, conviction, omnipotence, and common sense? I may be a sucker for alliteration, but I think you get the point.
Name me a leader who has a better idea for homeland security than making us take off our shoes in airports and throw away our shampoo?
We've spent billions of dollars building a huge new bureaucracy, and all we know how to do is react to things that have already happened.
Name me one leader who emerged from the crisis of Hurricane Katrina. Congress has yet to spend a single day evaluating the response to the hurricane or demanding accountability for the decisions that were made in the crucial hours after the storm.
Everyone's hunkering down, fingers crossed, hoping it doesn't happen again. Now, that's just crazy. Storms happen. Deal with it. Make a plan. Figure out what you're going to do the next time.
Name me an industry leader who is thinking creatively about how we can restore our competitive edge in manufacturing. Who would have believed that there could ever be a time when 'The Big Three' referred to Japanese car companies? How did this happen, and more important, what are we going to do about it?
Name me a government leader who can articulate a plan for paying down the debit, or solving the energy crisis, or managing the health care problem. The silence is deafening. But these are the crises that are eating away at our country and milking the middle class dry.
I have news for the gang in Congress. We didn't elect you to sit on your asses and do nothing and remain silent while our democracy is being hijacked and our greatness is being replaced with mediocrity. What is everybody so afraid of? That some bonehead on NBC news or CNN will call them a name? Give me a break. Why don't you guys show some spine for a change?
Had Enough? Hey, I'm not trying to be the voice of gloom and doom here. I'm trying to light a fire. I'm speaking out because I have hope - I believe in America . In my lifetime, I've had the privilege of living through some of America 's greatest moments. I've also experienced some of our worst crises: The 'Great Depression,' 'World War II,' the 'Korean War,' the 'Kennedy Assassination,' the 'Vietnam War,' the 1970's oil crisis, and the struggles of recent years culminating with 9/11.
If I've learned one thing, it's this: 'You don't get anywhere by standing on the sidelines waiting for somebody else to take action. Whether it's building a better car or building a better future for our children, we all have a role to play.
Only a few people in the US know you elected a illegal alien to be President! A Muslim at that! And he jumped right in destroying theUS from the inside. Osama bin Laden is smiling from ear to ear because he is winning the war on terror and you helped by voting his man in as President!
That's the challenge I'm raising in this book. It's a "Call to Action" for people who, like me, believe in America ! It's not too late, but it's getting pretty close. So let's shake off the crap and go to work. Let's tell 'em all we've had 'enough.'
Make your own contribution by sending (http://dooleyobserved.blogspot.com) this to everyone you know and care about. It's our country, folks, and it's our future. Our future is at stake!!
Lee Iacocca Says:
'Am I the only guy in this country who's fed up with what's happening? Where the hell is our outrage? We should be screaming bloody murder! We've got a gang of clueless bozos steering our ship of state right over a cliff, we've got corporate gangsters stealing us blind, and we can't even clean up after a hurricane much less build a hybrid car. But instead of getting mad, everyone sits around and nods their heads when the politicians say, 'Stay the course.'
Stay the course? You've got to be kidding. This is America , not the damned, 'Titanic'. I'll give you a sound bite: 'Throw all the bums out!'
You might think I'm getting senile, that I've gone off my rocker, and maybe I have. But someone has to speak up. I hardly recognize this country anymore.
The most famous business leaders are not the innovators but the guys in handcuffs.. While we're fiddling in Iraq , the Middle East is burning and nobody seems to know what to do. And the press is waving 'pom-poms' instead of asking hard questions. That's not the promise of the ' America ' my parents and yours traveled across the ocean for. I've had enough. How about you?
I'll go a step further. You can't call yourself a patriot if you're not outraged. This is a fight I'm ready and willing to have. The Biggest 'C' is Crisis! (Iacocca elaborates on nine C's of leadership, with crisis being the first.)
Leaders are made, not born. Leadership is forged in times of crisis. It's easy to sit there with your feet up on the desk and talk theory. Or send someone else's kids off to war when you've never seen a battlefield yourself. It's another thing to lead when your world comes tumbling down.
On September 11, 2001, we needed a strong leader more than any other time in our history. We needed a steady hand to guide us out of the ashes. A hell of a mess, so here's where we stand.
We're immersed in a bloody war with no plan for winning and no plan for leaving.
Obama is running the biggest deficit in the history of the country.
We're losing the manufacturing edge to Asia , while our once-great companies are getting slaughtered by health care costs.
Gas prices are skyrocketing, and nobody in power has a coherent energy policy. Our schools are in trouble due to poor leadership in school districts.
Our borders are like sieves..
The middle class is being squeezed every which way.
These are times that cry out for leadership.
But when you look around, you've got to ask: 'Where have all the leaders gone?' Where are the curious, creative communicators? Where are the people of character, courage, conviction, omnipotence, and common sense? I may be a sucker for alliteration, but I think you get the point.
Name me a leader who has a better idea for homeland security than making us take off our shoes in airports and throw away our shampoo?
We've spent billions of dollars building a huge new bureaucracy, and all we know how to do is react to things that have already happened.
Name me one leader who emerged from the crisis of Hurricane Katrina. Congress has yet to spend a single day evaluating the response to the hurricane or demanding accountability for the decisions that were made in the crucial hours after the storm.
Everyone's hunkering down, fingers crossed, hoping it doesn't happen again. Now, that's just crazy. Storms happen. Deal with it. Make a plan. Figure out what you're going to do the next time.
Name me an industry leader who is thinking creatively about how we can restore our competitive edge in manufacturing. Who would have believed that there could ever be a time when 'The Big Three' referred to Japanese car companies? How did this happen, and more important, what are we going to do about it?
Name me a government leader who can articulate a plan for paying down the debit, or solving the energy crisis, or managing the health care problem. The silence is deafening. But these are the crises that are eating away at our country and milking the middle class dry.
I have news for the gang in Congress. We didn't elect you to sit on your asses and do nothing and remain silent while our democracy is being hijacked and our greatness is being replaced with mediocrity. What is everybody so afraid of? That some bonehead on NBC news or CNN will call them a name? Give me a break. Why don't you guys show some spine for a change?
Had Enough? Hey, I'm not trying to be the voice of gloom and doom here. I'm trying to light a fire. I'm speaking out because I have hope - I believe in America . In my lifetime, I've had the privilege of living through some of America 's greatest moments. I've also experienced some of our worst crises: The 'Great Depression,' 'World War II,' the 'Korean War,' the 'Kennedy Assassination,' the 'Vietnam War,' the 1970's oil crisis, and the struggles of recent years culminating with 9/11.
If I've learned one thing, it's this: 'You don't get anywhere by standing on the sidelines waiting for somebody else to take action. Whether it's building a better car or building a better future for our children, we all have a role to play.
Only a few people in the US know you elected a illegal alien to be President! A Muslim at that! And he jumped right in destroying theUS from the inside. Osama bin Laden is smiling from ear to ear because he is winning the war on terror and you helped by voting his man in as President!
That's the challenge I'm raising in this book. It's a "Call to Action" for people who, like me, believe in America ! It's not too late, but it's getting pretty close. So let's shake off the crap and go to work. Let's tell 'em all we've had 'enough.'
Make your own contribution by sending (http://dooleyobserved.blogspot.com) this to everyone you know and care about. It's our country, folks, and it's our future. Our future is at stake!!
Unsure, at first .................
American reporters Laura Ling and Euna Lee, who worked for Al Gore, were pardoned by Kim Jung IL after being sentenced to 12 years of hard labor and now are in Los Angeles with President Clinton.
When first asked about making the trip, Clinton was unsure of the possibility of success, and asked for additional information.
He was told his itinerary would include a stop at Beijing (which is abbreviated as BJ), to which he replied, "Hell yes I'll go, you say there are two of them?"
When first asked about making the trip, Clinton was unsure of the possibility of success, and asked for additional information.
He was told his itinerary would include a stop at Beijing (which is abbreviated as BJ), to which he replied, "Hell yes I'll go, you say there are two of them?"
The "sizzle" sold the steak......
I remember years ago, many restaurants served steaks on a sizzling platter. They would heat the metal platter and then put it on a wooden serving unit, and then deliver the steak to your table, still "sizzling." The sizzle sold the steak. The steak didn't always live up to its billing, but that sizzle did its job.
In our recent presidential election, the voters bought the "sizzle" and never considered the steak. Now, that sizzle is gone, and reality is here.
The voters were told all the sizzle, and little to nothing about the steak, the steak was overlooked. Sizzle Sells, and that's what the voters bought.
So, what about the steak?
In our recent presidential election, the voters bought the "sizzle" and never considered the steak. Now, that sizzle is gone, and reality is here.
The voters were told all the sizzle, and little to nothing about the steak, the steak was overlooked. Sizzle Sells, and that's what the voters bought.
So, what about the steak?
Attention all Border Patrol Agents
Attention all Border Patrol Agents:
Be on the lookout for a 1951 Chevy,
red with white top –
thought to be transporting
illegal immigrants!
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Tuesday, August 4, 2009
This foto says a lot ............... look and read
I am stunned that the official White House Blog published this picture and that it is in the public domain. The President's body language is most revealing.
Sergeant Crowley, the sole class act in this trio, helps the handicapped Professor Gates down the stairs, while Barack Obama, heedless of the infirm ities of his friend and fellow victim of self-defined racial profiling, strides ahead on his own. So who is compassionate?
And who is so self-involved and arrogant that he is oblivious?
In my own dealings with the wealthy and powerful, I have always found that the way to quickly capture the moral essence of a person is to watch how they treat those who are less powerful. Do they understand that the others are also human beings with feelings? Especially when they think nobody is looking.
I think this photo constitutes another major Obama blunder. This picture becomes a
metaphor for ObamaCare. The elderly are left in the back, with only the kindness of the Crowleys of the world, the stand up guys, to depend on. The government has other priorities.
One of the major subtexts of the health care debate involves the public's fear of indifferent, powerful bureaucrats ruling t heir lives. It is one thing to wait in line at the DMV to find out which other line you should wait in, in order to begin the process of waiting for multiple bureaucrats to go through the motions of processing your request. I have spent the entire afternoons going through this process.
But when we get to Health Care, waiting often means enduring pain and dysfunction longer than necessary, sometimes a worsening of the condition, and sometimes death.
That's why I think this image will have genuine resonance. It captures something that older Americans in particular can relate to. The President presses ahead with a program that will tell them to take painkillers instead of getting that artificial hip.
At every stage of the entire Gates affair, Obama has provided a revealing tell. The "acted stupidly" blunder revealed that he automatically blames the police and thinks they really are stupid to begin with. It didn't trigger a single alarm bell in his mind as he figured out what to say.
Then, the non-apology apology revealed an arrogant man who cannot do what honest people do: admit it when they make a mistake.
Now at stage three, the beer photo op looked OK. It didn't turn into a disaster.
But then in a small moment that nobody in the White House had the brains to understand, Obama goes and sends a body language message like this.
I think he is going to get deeper and deeper into trouble. He is no longer repeating the familiar scripts dreamed up for the campaign. He was a master performer.
But when he goes improv, as a president must do, he lets his true character show.
This helps widen the level of doubt that Obama is the same guy a majority voted for.
Those doubts can only grow.
Author Unknown.
Monday, August 3, 2009
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