LUCK-FORTUNE-BLESSINGS-AND YOU'VE NEVER SEEN THESE BEFORE-PLUS THE SECRET OF THE WISHBONE

GETTING PERSONAL HERE

     Being acclimated to the pace of life in a village tucked between the Santa Lucia Mountains and the Pacific I was caught off guard by how many people were in motion and doing commerce in our near by "big town."

       Our favorite natural food super grocery was a festive crowd doing an animated ballet with little carts, baskets, shopping aisle slide-bys, earnest product choosing and cheery chat. Very cheery since after all San Luis Obispo repeatedly has been called one of the happiest places in America.   

      I paused for a few moments just to take it all in.  Wow, I thought.  All of these folks from across every demographic and life-style possible, and believe me in California that is a wide spectrum, every one of these folks were fixated on the big day, the gathering, the feast, the party, the family or the friends.  No, they were not all on the same page or in sync with George Washington and Abraham Lincoln who, in two eras, birthed and certified a day of Thanks, but they were full of anticipation and in motion to the moment.  I stood there chuckling, smiling largely at the very prospect that we can still get up for a time certain to pause and at least pay a token regard to all that is good in our lives. And out here you can stand there with a shopping basket in your had and just chuckle away and barely draw a second look.

         Less than 24 hours later our tennis foursome was taking a break between matches chatting with a well known village resident.  His hair is coming back in, but he is still weak and drawn from the radiation and chemo.  He moved with a kind of creakiness though he is trying to get back to regular play.  One of our group, a good friend of his, asked what he was doing for Thanksgiving-she was worried he was going to be alone.

         "Me and my old dog are going out someplace for a walk and then we'll both have some chow," he laughed.

         She worked on him, telling him about her daughter's gathering, all the room they had, all the food they were going to have, how he should join them.

          No, he declined.  He said he'd turned down a lot of offers and appreciated every one's kindness but he'd be just fine.

         Luck, fortune, life's unveiling, your circumstance.  Regardless of where you are on this spectrum, there is this chance to pause, do an audit and count the good in your ride around the sun.

     This force of creativity, this exotic and unique woman, this artist and gardener who has put up with me and all those years of chasing stories and documentaries around the clock and around the globe is a blessing who has made my life a thing of even more beauty and fulfillment. Our two wonderful daughters, one who is in Connecticut and will be in New York City this holiday, and the other who is in LA on this day of thanks are  blessings indeed. The three of them have multiplied my understanding of love.

    The beauty of this planet and the special grandeur of California and the health and ability to hike up to 11 thousand feet in the Sierra, for example, has a special place in my heart of gratitude. I hope not to take such blessings for granted.

TURKEYS ON PARADE
a tribute to the bird of the day

REEL THOUGHTS REDUX

       Steve McQueen's 12 YEARS A SLAVE is an example of brilliant and ethical film making. It could be one of the most important films made.  Why?  Because it immerses the viewer in a vivid reality that must be embraced so the lessons are forever remembered and never repeated.

    This puts the hateful, ignorant, violent and destructive nature of American slavery out there with a force that crushes.  Yet the powerful dignity of humanity survives, carried in the heart of a man who is done so many wrongs and injustices you wish you could put your hands on the slavers, plantation owners and other allies of that horrible part of our history. 

    The acting is superb and the film making so extraordinary that you become an emotional captive of that era. You may never encounter cinema villains that provoke such dark rage in your heart. This film gathers you into a time and culture that enslaves your sense of hope and leaves you desperate as to how any human, let alone American citizens, could think, act and behave in such vile, brutal and evil ways, even while spouting Christianity. 

     We've all "studied" slavery, but we've never seen a window into that horrible human enterprise like this. Every performance was masterful and contributed to the stark approximation of truth, as history. Chiwetel Ejiofor who portrays the real man, Solomon Northrop must be a candidate for the Oscar.  His performance of the true life journey, while fighting desperately to retain dignity is something you'll never forget, nor are you likely ever to put away the frank retelling of a time in our past that should haunt us forever. 

     It's a special film. I wish everyone would see it.

              THE SECRET OF THE WISH BONE

     HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

     See you down the trail.

A PAINFUL TRUTH-A MODERN PROPHET...ON THE GRATITUDE TRAIL

OF THE REASONS WE COUNT
ADJUDICATING FILM MAKING

     Steve McQueen's 12 YEARS A SLAVE is an example of brilliant and ethical film making. It could be one of the most important films made.  Why?  Because it immerses the viewer in a vivid reality that must be embraced so the lessons are forever remembered and never repeated.

    This puts the hateful, ignorant, violent and destructive nature of American slavery out there with a force that crushes.  Yet the powerful dignity of humanity survives, carried in the heart of a man who is done so many wrongs and injustices you wish you could put your hands on the slavers, plantation owners and other allies of that horrible part of our history. 

    The acting is superb and the film making so extraordinary that you become an emotional captive of that era. You may never encounter cinema villains that provoke such dark rage in your heart. This film gathers you into a time and culture that enslaves your sense of hope and leaves you desperate as to how any human, let alone American citizens, could think, act and behave in such vile, brutal and evil ways, even while spouting Christianity. 

     We've all "studied" slavery, but we've never seen a window into that horrible human enterprise like this. Every performance was masterful and contributed to the stark approximation of truth, as history. Chiwetel Ejiofor who portrays the real man, Solomon Northrop must be a candidate for the Oscar.  His performance of the true life journey, while fighting desperately to retain dignity is something you'll never forget, nor are you likely ever to put away the frank retelling of a time in our past that should haunt us forever. 

                                  American Legacy

                        THE MODERN PROPHET

    Even now, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. remains a man of controversy. I revere his devotion to equality and his sacrificial leadership. To some, his memorial is controversial, but in my judgement it is appropriate, powerful and inspirational.

  Your approach to what appears to be a mountain leads you past this inscription from which Dr. King appears to emerge as you walk around it.

      At the time of his leadership I thought he was courageous and eloquent. Now his vision and sense of justice stand to challenge contemporary struggles.

      Despite the gains Dr. King helped to win, bigotry still
lurks and faith is perverted to target others who are "different."
      If I could bend cosmic reality or write an eternal script or even requisition a Divine justice, I'd have those slavers, plantation owners, overseers, racists, Klansmen, bigots, bullies, and their kind, through all time, sentenced to an eternity of undoing every bull whip strike, beating, lynching, rape, torment, hateful word, denial of liberty, separation of family, discriminatory law, humiliation, enslavement, fire hosing, bus and church bombing, demonstrator beating, and every vile and denigrating word spoken. Forever, they would be bound to such undoing. 

      The ages must be grateful for those who endured and who could still forgive. We can overcome. We should remember.

     See you down the trail.

JFK EVERYDAY-THE WEEKENDER

THIS KENNEDY LEGACY

     Yes, it's mind boggling to think it was 50 years ago. If you lived through it, the memories of that weekend are more vivid than almost any other.

      As the nation reflects, here's a unique take on the Kennedy Legacy.  Thanks to Carl Cannon of Real Politics for pointing us to this fresh and brief take on JFK and his impact on us today.

          Those of us who were young 50 years ago, may see a bit of ourselves in this.



See you down the trail.

MENTORS AND LEADERS-ON THE GRATITUDE TRAIL

OF THE REASONS WE COUNT

    Hasn't there been someone in your life who provided a special motivation or guidance?  A parent, teacher, coach, pastor, counselor, boss, or someone in a position to mentor you who left an imprint? 

    I've been lucky to have several. I think the first time I realized it was as a High School kid attending a statewide journalism workshop when a young teacher got through to me.  His advice was to read, a lot. Then he said pay attention to the pros.  If you read them, try to act like them, try to think like them, then you'll become one of them.  It happened.

    I wrote a letter to David Brinkley in my senior year of high school, asking his advice about a course of study in college.  He suggested history, economics, science, political science and said read, a lot.  He said you also need to learn to write, well. Years later over a lunch with Brinkley we laughed about how seriously I took his word. In an exquisite irony, just a few years before our lunch, Brinkley was on a panel of judges that awarded me a national Emmy Award. At the time his comment was that I had written "one of television's finest programs."  The award was for an investigative documentary on the Ku Klux Klan. 

     An early boss demonstrated a tireless pursuit of a story and a dedication to absolute honesty and an attempt at fairness and balance. 
     Bruce and Judy who demonstrated that a passion for
life and matters of the mind can and will lead you on a life long adventure.

     Earlier, a junior high school basketball coach taught me the power of drilling, over and over to improve a skill. And long before Phil Jackson got accolades for his "zen" coaching, my coach had us do"imaging," picturing or seeing ourselves perform well in individual skills and as a team.

     A little later I was taken into a group that some considered old fashioned or anachronistic. It was dedicated to teaching young men the skills of knighthood-chivalry, fidelity, courage, brotherly love, respect and devotion to learning. Older men, accomplished in many skills, guided us. One of those men, his name was Buddy, had a profound impact on all of us.

     Howard Stone and William Enright, two tall, powerful, intellectual, extraordinarily gifted theologians and pastors demonstrated how to weave intellect, faith, humor and humility into living a life of good.

     As an adult I met, read and studied John Wooden, the extraordinary coach and motivator. Wooden was more than a "Wizard of Westwood," he was a gentleman and teacher for the ages.

     Another true mentor was my father who showed me an absolute dedication to the principles of this democratic republic and fair play. I cannot tell you how many times I heard him invoke the Voltaire line, "I may disagree with what you say but will defend to death your right to say it."

     He was a true egalitarian and a man of a deep and guiding faith. "Make the most of each day," he said so many times, I hear myself saying that to my daughters.

     Mentors, in their own way, shaped, molded and guided.

     And there are others

HE SAVED THE UNION 

IT IS MORE THAN STONE

   Serious historians and just average Americans, in large measure, say Abraham Lincoln was the greatest American President. 

    Dad made sure that on our first trip to Washington, when I was a school boy, we got here after dark. There is a power that is beyond words when you behold this temple setting, washed in light. 

    There is a solemnity and greatness that is palpable.  

    It is fitting that this stone version of a giant of a man

looks toward the monument for another human who seemed to ascend to greatness by his acts to service and devotion to our national cause.  George Washington is paid tribute in another post.
     Count those who have guided you.  It will make you smile.
      See you down the trail.

THE GRATITUDE TRAIL-FRIENDS and WARRIORS

OF THE REASONS WE COUNT

    Friends say I'm mellowing from the energetic and relentless 24/7 sprinter I was as a journalist, documentary maker or news executive.  "More sensitive" they say. I don't think it's a new turn. If I'm more reflective its because I'm no longer obsessed by deadlines. Be that as it may, I'm taking a few opportunities this year to observe reasons for gratitude. While they are mostly personal, you may see something with which you agree.

FRIENDS

    "Real" friends are a blessing aren't they? Through loss and suffering as well as in sun lit moments of joy, they are with you. It is in challenges and adversity that true character is revealed, and where the truth of that old adage "a friend in need..." is validated.  I found research that places the origin of that line to 3 BC.  Translated from Latin it says "a sure friend is known when in difficulty."

     Friends are a blessing.

WARRIOR SERVANTS

    War is hell, William Tecumseh Sherman said and I agree.
War is a crucifixion, Dr. William Enright said and I agree.
    War is a failure of human beings to behave to their highest good. War produces the worst in humanity. But in our muddled history on this blue sphere, it has also produced valor, sacrifice, devotion and honor.  
    Sadly, old men conscript young men and women to do the fighting for them. These warriors answer a call and respond and many have died and suffered on our behalf.  Debate the cause, or the politics as we must, but gratitude for those who have served and given is no point of debate.

 Viet Nam Memorial

Washington DC

 Korean War Memorial

Washington, DC

District of Columbia WW I Memorial

Washington, DC
We are grateful for those who have served.

The tribute to WWII personnel, my father included,

is the subject of forthcoming post.

This is the time of year to count 'em up.
See you down the trail.

     

A COSMIC SIGHT & WHERE THE EARTH BLEW UP-THE WEEKENDER

A TIME OF THE COMET

Photo of Comet Ison
Taken November 8 Copyright Adam Block Mount Lemmon Sky Center University of Arizona

     Scientists who pay particular attention to these matters, say this weekend could afford rare naked eye viewing of the comet Ison. That means of course this cosmic traveler is close, in relative terms, to our blue planet.

    You can see a great interactive model of the fly by at this link.

   Later in this posting is a fascinating and instructional short video on Ison. Since the asteroid exploded over Russian, people are paying more attention to these flying pieces of space.

PANUM CRATER

Panum Crater-Eastern Sierra

     My world was rocked as I stood on the edge of a volcano looking into the caldera when the earth shook. A huge cloud of dark and sulfurous gas escaped in what the USGS called a gas piston tremor, a four point plus temblor.

           That moment convinced me that mother earth is still a
work in progress. She is still cooking.  These are scenes of an older event, but still impressive. 

      Panum Crater is at above 7,000 feet in the eastern Sierra.
Here the caldera debris is 650 years old.  A trail takes you up around the rim or to the crater itself.  Panum is the aftermath of rhyolitic volcanic explosion.

      After the blow up and when things cooled a fascinating

   formation of old volcano matter was left.  There was a lot of silica in the magma that blew up through the earth here.

   so today there are interesting formations, pumice and

  huge deposits of obsidian.  Because of how the obsidian 

   came up and how quickly it cooled it became this black and glass like material.  Native Americans used obsidian from these deposits to make arrow and spear points.

    If you are in the eastern Sierra, south of Yosemite at the Tioga pass entrance, the Panum Crater is a great look into the history of our blue sphere.  650 years is blink of an eye in geologic time. You can touch it and see, if you don't mind a hike up an old volcano.

AND NOW BACK TO COMET ISON

Your WEEKENDER Video

A COSMIC TRAVELER

See you down the trail.

LIVING WITH THE PAST-FOR BETTER AND WORSE

THE JAPANESE POISON

Photo Courtesy of CBC

      As we find it difficult to get our mind around the enormity of the devastation and toll in the Philippines, another devastation continues to seep, one wave at a time.

     Scientists report that areas of Alaska are reporting radiation levels higher than anything they've seen since atomic bomb testing in the atmosphere.

      I have no confidence in Tepco, their ability to repair the  damage at Fukishima nor in anything they say about the levels of radiation at the destroyed site or what is leaking into the ocean.

      Though nothing can ease the catastrophic loss of life, time and money will help restore some health to the Philippines. There appears to be no amount of money that can "fix" Fukishima's continuing poisoning of the planet. Time will only make it worse.  Who can the planet turn to? What can be done about it? No one knows.

      It raises again an old and constantly vexing question before humanity.  "What were they thinking?"  What were they thinking when they built a nuclear plant near an ocean, or a fault line, or when they built a factory near a river, or when they permitted any factory to dump its waste into any body of water, or when they modified corn, that kills any strain but its own, or when they started injecting toxic poisons into the earth to extract gas or oil, or when they turned a part of the ocean into a huge dump, or, etc., etc., 

OCCOQUAN

     It's an Algonquian word for "end of water" and it is a charming bit of history in Prince William County Virginia.

     As they develop new housing the population of 934 will likely rise.

    The Oocoquan is a nearly 25 mile tributary of the Potomac. Bull Run enters it south of Manassas. During the Civil War skirmishes were fought and shots were fired across the river.  Today the river, which ends only a couple of hundred yards left of here, is for boaters and bank-side parks and cafes. 

   Pictured above is the historic Rockledge, the Georgian House built in 1760.  It is what is said to be a rare example of a "Tidewater Virginia Stone Dwelling." This home was the key to commercial development that followed, including the building of a mill in 1765.

     This is the old Hammil Hotel where Confederate General Wade Hampton headquartered in 1862.  Hampton was reluctant to join the issues of the Confederacy, but when South Carolina left the Union he joined the Army and because of his family connections was made a Colonel and rapidly rose to General in the cavalry.  After the war he served as a Democratic Senator from South Carolina.

     Hampton's troops raided Union encampments here, took their cattle and captured supply wagons.  Today many sightseers stroll where Civil War engagements occurred.  

     Oocoquan, in beautiful Virginia country side, is a relatively quick commute to Washington DC.

    See you down the trail

   

YEP, THE SEASON'S TURNED-THE WEEKENDER

JUST WAITING

   I remember hearing a Harry Reasoner commentary many years ago where he said "Labor day was like a new, new year."  His logic was that everything sort of stars over then.

   Well, he was right that with summer ending there is a kind of final lap of the year, but as I got older, raised daughters, discovered more home owner chores and lived in the country I found that fall is something different than Reasoner's idea.

    As my friend Frank now does, I put up wood for the winter and put Hatteras shutters on a screened porch, and styrofoam around foundation, basement and/or crawl space openings. And I got out the snow shovel.

    Each step along the path toward winter reminded me, the summer party is over, the beach is closed.

     A lot about this time of year is an homage to waiting.  Maybe some fitness or travel dreams are put on the shelf until next year as we go about preparing for the oncoming end of the year holidays, a distant patch of light.

    Again, my friend Frank had a "wisdom" about the time from Thanksgiving to the New Year.  He said "nothing gets done."  
    At the time he and I were journalists who were looking to improve our lot by developing and producing a television series. I can't begin to tell you how many times I have quoted him over the years.

   But I've also learned there is a special quality to fall.  It seems to be a natural frame for reflection, gathering with family and friends, contemplating a kind of intellectual or spiritual pre winter-hibernation preparation.  

   Putting up wood, winterizing, cleaning a garden and the like are all cues for a recognition that we have about completed another circuit of the sun.  But the older we get, the more quickly the beach seems to open again. Even our waiting seems to fly by.

THE WEEKENDER VIDEO

Please take six minutes to see this

fascinating display about the real wealth 

distribution in the US.  I suspect that regardless of

what you think, you'll be amazed.

See you down the trail.