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SUNRISE AT DEATH VALLEY-Photo by Tom Cochrun

Sunday, December 29, 2024

A decent and good man, at the least.

 

It’s highly likely that Jimmy Carter will be remembered as the most, “decent and good man” to serve as President of the United States. 

 

It says a lot about present American political culture that a commitment to honesty and human decency served him more effectively after he left Washington. His years in the Oval Office were embattled, but his words were bold. He said things unlike those of his predecessors. History will have those words and his futuristic and humane vision will elevate his status. 

 

Carter spoke hard truths and even chastised Americans who preferred the easy way or who ignored personal accountability. Some thought he was out touch. He installed solar panels at the White House, and spoke of our energy needs and what it meant to our collective future. Ronald Reagan had those panels removed.

 

Carter’s was the first Presidential Inauguration I covered. From wheels up in Indianapolis to landing at National Airport in DC I read Hermann Hesse’s Siddhartha.

The 1922 novel reveals a life in search of meaning. I thought it was a good set up for covering a populist Southern Governor who came out of know where, “Jimmy Who?” to defeating an incumbent at a time America seemed to be searching for meaning.

 

A new band of Democrat, Georgia style, graciously spiritual and committed to “human needs and rights” brought an outsider’s vibe to Washington. In that era Washington culture, the ways of doing business, the very mood of relationships and of people in government would morph when administrations changed. 

 

There were some who thought Carter and the Georgians were naïve. The President was upfront about his deep Christian faith, and some in Washington read that as simple or too innocent. However, Carter was bright, innovative and committed to principles, but he resisted being a part of the Washington “club.” He relied on his homegrown staff to guide and shape the administration, and the building of its agenda. Critic said he was too strong willed, insisting on doing things his way. Washington was a town of power zones and influencers and Carter resisted. 

 

I’d become convinced of Carter’s political sophistication when I met Jody Powell and Hamilton Jordan, who later became known as the “gold dust twins.” It was 1975 and I was in Kansas City at the Democrat “Issues Convention” part of the run up to the 1976 campaign. The Democrat field was full of names of potential candidates and almost no one gave a serious thought to Governor Jimmy Carter. I bumped into Powell and Jordan at a Carter reception one night and we talked for an hour. The next day Powell left a message they’d like to have coffee or lunch and talk about Indiana politics. I left Kansas City thinking Powell and Jordan were the two best political operatives I’d met. They knew more about state politics, personalities and issues than many of the people I had been covering. They had a strategic and encyclopedic knowledge of most states political landscape. They had a detailed strategy to win the nomination and then the election, and they were certain it was going to work.

 

When I got back to Indianapolis and was briefing my news director Fred Heckman he asked me, of all of the candidates, who I thought was going to get the nomination. When I told him Jimmy Carter, he was incredulous. He started to question my sanity and how I had spent the time in KC. He even questioned aloud if I belonged on his staff. We made a $ 5.00 wager. Years later he would recount the story, though telling people he took pride in hiring a reporter with such insight. 

 

It was a different time in America. The 60’s and early 70’s had been brutal and threatening. Culture and society were broken. The divides were hard edged. Carter came with a sense he could heal, repair, restore, bring hope and renewal.

 

The night before the inauguration I was covering a reception at Conservatory of the United States Botanical Garden, which is located on the grounds of the US capitol. Several members of the House were hosting receptions. I was standing in cluster of staffers and at least two members of congress who were enthused about how things were going to change and how the nation would be renewed, when a House staff person passed me a joint. He could tell I was uneasy, stunned in fact, and looking around when he offered, “it’s a new day.”

 

The next day was sunny but it was below freezing and my perspective of the inaugural was with other regional press, which is to say at a distance and away from any heat. My plan had been to walk from the Capitol to the White House and I set off on that while as the motorcade was being assembled. Minutes later, and to the surprise of everyone but President and Mrs. Carter, they got out of the car and began walking Pennsylvania Ave. The throngs along the sidewalks were ecstatic. He became the first President to do so. As I walked behind the crowds on the sidewalk, keeping pace with the brisk walk of the Carters, I thought that after Watergate, and the broken sense of the nation, Carter might be a new day.

 

Things were not a Camelot for Carter. Economics, the Iran Hostage Crisis, stumbles of his administration, the energy crisis and all the rest overcame the best of his lofty objectives. His administration was not without accomplishment, but the sum of the negatives was too much. In the end he too had been taken hostage by the student revolutionaries in Iran. A re-election would not happen.

 


President Carter however soared as the former President. You have read of his humanitarian work, his role in Habitat for Humanity, the election monitoring trips and the peacemaking efforts of the Carter center. Even former political enemies credit Carter as being the most active former President in history. He undertook decades of post White House diplomacy, activism and always advancing human decency.

 

A longtime friend  made it possible for me to interview former President Carter after an address at Ball State University. She made the effort to travel to Plains Georgia to attend Carter’s Sunday School Class, which drew hundreds of people. 


Carter was the most open US President in discussing his faith. He was also a man who “walked the talk.” His life of principles taught by Jesus, his devotion to peace, justice, and mercy, with his humility and his continued benevolence and servanthood was exemplary of a Christian life. None of us are without flaws or. have lived lives without mistakes, but Jimmy Carter was a great man, one of the best.



                    

    See you down the trail. 

Saturday, December 28, 2024

Amanita Muscaria

 



         A favorite of shamans in Northern Europe and Asia, the "Fly Agaric" hallucinogenic though poisonous mushroom has sprouted abundantly in local forests on the central California coast.      


      The US Forest Service reports the Amanitas was used in pre-Christian rituals in Northern Europe in Winter Solstice ceremonies and celebrations. 

    A red and white bedecked, rosy cheeked Santa Claus, flying reindeer, sleds and chimney's may well draw their creative source from Amanitas flying. 






The recent solstice and Christmas rain in Cambria has produced a spectacular display of Amanita and its cousins.



The above frame shows how the actual organism, the mycelia, works its magic of decomposition, usually below ground. Tendrils and fingers of mycelia range across the planet. 




To stay in the festive color scheme a few red beetles were in full frolic.


   It is a wondrous planet and it deserves our respect and care. Its mysteries are ours as well. You can see magic with a walk in the forest. 

   See you down the trail.

Thursday, December 19, 2024

In the season of waiting....

 


        There was a time when it all seemed so right. Don't we hold dearly to some shred of those hopes, even now? It is the season.

      Jim, with the drum, gone at 27. John, with the camera, gone at 33. Even still they wait with me, through another season of anticipation and watching and the seemingly eternal passion of yearning. Those days on Muncie's South Ebright and Ft Wayne's Rose Lane, Colson Drive, or the cold drafty year in the old farmhouse in Cumberland and the "new" house on Lawnhaven visit again, Christmas ghosts, like snow around the foggy lamp post. 

     With so many of others we've learned to invite losses and disappointments to our hearth. It's a good thing, to remember, to reflect, better even, sometimes, with tears. I think it all gets framed up somehow in a hall of time. We deck the halls, with joys of the past. We sip melancholy, we wade into time, and smile at old dreams. 

    We get to an age when those missing from our table, or those who are slowly departing somehow fill us with feeling, a muted trumpet, crying. The young fill us with cheer and kindle our aging imaginations.

    Those who celebrate this as a holy season lean into the circular, recurring nature of it all. More than catharsis, it is like the birth we celebrate. This season is a cosmic in-breaking, a moment poignant, which scatters. Past, present, future fuse, and then go again to their own places in the unconditional, the unending, that beyond the names we give it.

    We wait, all of us, for a spark, that moment when everything truly is right. Out of it, we come away, again, with another shred of hope, held dearly. It gets us by. 


    I live on a ridge along the Santa Lucia mountains, a coastal range that nestles our village between the rocky bluffs of the Pacific. There's a lot of space and few people so it's easy to give over to my interest to see what's up with Mother Nature in this time of winter fallow. I went for a drive.




On grazing slopes, new members of herds. Rain season has just begun so green is still to come. Furrows are laid, so plans are underway. The vines await


    The tidal currents keep their solstice approaching rhythm.


    The week before Christmas and it seems even the land is waiting.




This is the western edge of the US. As I look east we face culture shift and political uncertainty. It is a time for vigilance. 






This season heralds a better way. Goodwill, Joy and Peace will benefit all. We wish those for you, all that your heart can hold. 


See you down the trail. 
   

Saturday, November 30, 2024

An early serving of cheer.....

 


Being the year it is and things being what they are, we are advancing our annual  holiday decorating festival. Santa is our big star. 

Take a couple of minutes to take a break away from everything else.

Feed the child in you.


























             Do you figure he's still making a list and checking it twice. 
















Whether this is a time of merriment, or a time for spirit and anticipation, or the cultural tinsel and sparkle, we hope you'll have a few minute to consider what is Joy and shine a few memories. 

See you down the trail.