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Is Evil Winning?

After hearing about the mass murder in Australia. The Brown University killings and the murders of Rob Reiner and wife. One wonders, is evil winning?

All you see on the news is hate, anger, and disagreements about everything. Peace-loving people must be wondering, “what is happening in this world?” I know I am. Being over eighty, I have never seen so much violence and useless attacks on the innocent. It has never been this bad, and the questions linger in our minds: how did we arrive at this point of such discontent? Communities that once thrived on cooperation now seem divided by strife, and everyday interactions are tainted by fear and suspicion. It’s a troubling environment that breeds hopelessness, leaving many to ask themselves if there’s a path toward healing. What is it going to take to turn this around? Perhaps it starts with each individual choosing kindness over hostility, fostering empathy, and making a conscious effort to unite rather than divide.

IS EVIL WINNING ?

The Day That Changed America

December 7, 1941 was the day of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, a surprise strike that killed over 2,400 Americans and propelled the United States into World War II. It is remembered as “a date which will live in infamy,” marking a turning point in global history.

December 7, 1941 remains etched in American memory not only as a devastating military defeat but also as the moment the nation united against a global threat that would require the collective effort of its citizens. The attack, which came without warning, claimed the lives of thousands and left a deep scar on the American psyche, leading to an outpouring of patriotism and resolve. This pivotal event transformed the U.S. into a central force in World War II, catalyzing a military buildup and a surge of enlistment that would see millions of Americans take up arms. The impact of this day reshaped the course of the 20th century, not only solidifying the United States’ role on the world stage but also serving as a catalyst for significant social changes, including shifts in gender roles as women entered the workforce in unprecedented numbers in support of the war effort. The legacy of December 7th is thus not only a somber reminder of loss but also a testament to resilience and unity in the face of adversity.

The Attack on Pearl Harbor

  • Date & Location: Sunday morning, December 7, 1941, at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii.
  • Attackers: The Imperial Japanese Navy launched 353 aircraft from six carriers in two waves.
  • Targets: U.S. battleships, cruisers, destroyers, and airfields.
  • Damage:
    • 8 battleships were damaged, with the USS Arizona and USS Oklahoma destroyed.
    • Nearly 20 naval vessels were sunk or heavily damaged.
    • Over 300 aircraft were destroyed or disabled.
  • Casualties: More than 2,400 Americans killed and about 1,000 wounded.

Immediate Consequences

  • President Franklin D. Roosevelt addressed Congress the next day, calling December 7 “a date which will live in infamy.”
  • The U.S. declared war on Japan on December 8, 1941, officially entering World War II.
  • Germany and Italy soon declared war on the U.S., expanding the conflict into a truly global war.

Historical Significance

  • Turning Point: The attack ended American isolationism and mobilized the nation for total war.
  • Symbol of Sacrifice: The wreck of the USS Arizona remains a memorial site, honoring those who died.
  • Legacy: Pearl Harbor is remembered annually, with ceremonies across the U.S. to honor the fallen.

We can never forget Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941

How Lanterns Bring Community Together

On December 4th, the town of Lamar woke to a strange sight: lanterns hanging from every tree, fence, and lamppost, transforming the quiet streets into a whimsical wonderland. No one knew who had placed them there, and the air buzzed with excitement and curiosity as neighbors stepped outside to take in the surreal scene. They weren’t ordinary lanterns either; each one glowed with a soft golden light, as if the sun itself had been captured inside, casting a warm and inviting glow that chased away the early morning chill. Young children giggled and pointed, while older residents shared theories about the mysterious decorator, invoking stories of holiday magic and community spirit. The entire town felt more alive, united in this unexpected celebration of light amid the brisk December air, creating an enchanting atmosphere that encouraged everyone to take a moment to appreciate the beauty surrounding them.

Children ran through the streets pointing them out, their laughter ringing in the air like sweet music, and elders paused in their errands to marvel at the enchanting scene unfolding before them. The lanterns didn’t flicker or fade, even as the day wore on, their steady glow casting a magical light that seemed to dance across the cobblestones. By evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, the whole town gathered in the square, bathed in their warm glow, exchanging stories and laughter, creating bonds that felt as timeless as the lanterns themselves, illuminating not just the night but the very essence of community.

That’s when the mayor noticed something remarkable: each lantern bore a name. Not famous names, not saints or heroes, but the names of ordinary townsfolk, the baker, known for his warm bread that filled the air with delightful aromas each morning; the schoolteacher, who dedicated her life to nurturing young minds and fostering a love for learning; the quiet man who swept the sidewalks, tirelessly keeping the town clean and inviting with a gentle smile. Every person found their name shining on a lantern, illuminating the essence of the community, reminding all who passed by of the heart and soul that resided within their small town, where each individual played an important role in the tapestry of their shared lives.

The mystery deepened, but so did the joy as it interwove into the fabric of their lives. People began to see themselves differently, uncovering layers of potential they never knew existed. The baker realized his bread had been feeding more than stomachs it had been feeding hope, fueling dreams that spread like wildfire in the hearts of the community. The schoolteacher saw that her lessons had planted seeds that grew into courage, blossoming into unyielding determination that inspired her students to reach for the stars. Even the quiet man, often overlooked, discovered that his small kindnesses had lit paths for others, illuminating the darkness for those who felt lost and alone, and empowering them to forge their own journeys toward a brighter future.

No one ever discovered who hung the lanterns. Some said it was magic, others whispered it was the work of angels. But the truth didn’t matter. What mattered was the reminder: every life, no matter how ordinary, carries light.

From that day forward, December 4th became Lamar’s “Lantern Day,” a deeply cherished annual tradition that brought the community together in a heartfelt celebration of gratitude and acknowledgment. Each year, the townsfolk hung lanterns for one another, thoughtfully choosing names and stories that shed light on the quiet contributions often overlooked. The streets came alive with laughter and the warm, flickering glow of countless lanterns, each carrying its own special tale of kindness and support. As they gathered in the square, sharing memories and heartfelt messages, the atmosphere transformed into a beautiful tapestry of vibrant colors and shared joy. And with each passing year, the square shone even brighter, not only from the brilliance of the lanterns themselves but from the profound realization that, in their own unique ways, everyone is a bearer of light, contributing to the warmth and spirit of their beloved community.

Thanksgiving Day

Thanksgiving is more than turkey and pie—it’s a day rooted in gratitude, history, and togetherness.

Every year on the fourth Thursday of November, families across the United States gather to celebrate Thanksgiving. While many picture the famous 1621 feast between the Pilgrims and the Wampanoag tribe, historians remind us that thanksgiving observances existed long before and after that moment. Early colonists, Indigenous peoples, and even communities in Europe held harvest festivals to honor abundance and survival. Over time, these traditions evolved into the national holiday we know today.

The modern Thanksgiving was officially proclaimed by President Abraham Lincoln in 1863, during the Civil War, as a way to unite a divided nation. Since then, it has grown into a holiday that blends solemn reflection with joyful celebration.

The centerpiece of Thanksgiving is the meal: roast turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, and pumpkin pie. Yet food is only part of the story. Families often watch football, volunteer at shelters, or tune in to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, a tradition that began in 1924 with costumed employees and live animals, later evolving into the iconic balloon-filled spectacle.

At its heart, Thanksgiving is about gratitude—pausing to appreciate blessings, both big and small. It’s also a time to acknowledge the complex history behind the holiday. While the Plymouth story is often romanticized, it’s important to remember the diverse communities and traditions that shaped this day.

Today, Thanksgiving invites us to slow down, share a meal, and reflect on what truly matters: family, community, and thankfulness. Whether through laughter around the table, a quiet moment of prayer, or acts of kindness, the spirit of Thanksgiving continues to remind us that gratitude is timeless.

Navigating Thanksgiving Eve Safety First

Move over, Turkey Day. The night before Thanksgiving (infamously dubbed Drinksgiving, Blackout Wednesday, or simply “the busiest bar night of the year”) is when America truly lets loose, reveling in a unique blend of nostalgia and celebration. For anyone in their twenties or thirties who’s headed home for the holiday, Wednesday night is sacred, a ritual steeped in years of cherished memories. College friends flood back into town, high-school group chats explode with excitement, and suddenly everyone you’ve ever known is at the same sticky-floored bar you swore you’d never return to, drawn by the magnetic pull of shared histories and familiar faces. It’s a hometown reunion disguised as a bar crawl, filled with laughter that echoes off the walls, stories that rekindle old bonds, and the thrill of reliving youthful escapades. As the night unfolds, there’s an unmistakable electricity in the air, a sense of community that reminds us all why we ventured out in the first place: to reconnect, reminisce, and make new memories before diving into the family festivities of Thanksgiving Day.

While the bars overflow, grocery stores hit peak chaos (people sprinting for cranberry sauce and extra wine like it’s the apocalypse), and airports groan under the weight of the year’s heaviest travel day, the atmosphere is electric with a mix of excitement and anxiety. Friends gather in dimly lit corners of crowded pubs, swapping holiday plans and reminiscing about the good old days, all while keeping a watchful eye on the clock as they know they have to be up early for family gatherings. In the end, Thanksgiving Eve isn’t about gratitude; it’s about one glorious, slightly reckless night with the friends who knew you before you had a “real job” (right before you have to sit across from your aunt and explain, yes, you’re still single) and navigate the sometimes awkward, yet endearing family dynamics that come with the holiday season. As laughter fills the air and memories are shared over clinking glasses, there’s a sense of warmth in the chaos, making this night a cherished tradition worth every frantic moment.

No wonder the police forces are ramping up their relentless hunt for reckless drivers who have no business being behind the wheel, especially given the shocking surge in traffic accidents driven by their absurdly negligent behavior. With each year that goes by, the chaos on our roads escalates, fueled by impaired or distracted drivers who seem to disregard the safety of others. In response, law enforcement is not just cranking up their vigilance; they’re deploying harsher measures and leveraging cutting-edge technology to root out those who threaten public safety, determined to reclaim our roads and make them safer for everyone else. Therefore, do not drink and get behind that steering wheel.

So, raise a glass to Blackout Wednesday: the unofficial start of the holiday season, and the reason half the country needs three plates of stuffing just to recover.

Who Is TomT2.0? Discover His Journey

Just a refresher of who is TomT2.0?

https://tomt2.com/about-tom-t2-0/

Some may ask, who is Tom T 2.0? I was 2tts and I am sure not very many know the story behind Tom T 2.0. Therefore, I will give you a brief biography.

Born and raised in Denver Colorado, a long time ago. I was in my mother’s womb when Pearl Harbor was attacked by the Japanese. I lived in the same home until after high school. Grandma, my mother’s mother lived with us and a brother. It was a small house, 864 sq ft. But it was home, and we all loved the home.

After high school I got a job with the company who was building the Titan ICBM missile for the government. There was the military draft during that time and was drafted maybe three or four years later. I then became a Viet Nam era veteran. I don’t know how this happened but the seven men I was drafted with went to Viet Nam and I was sent to Germany. I’m still proud that I served the country during that time.

After my military service I started working for a large television and electronics manufacturing company in their distribution of the products arm. I met my future wife, got married and have two sons with this relationship. Life was what every normal healthy male dream of. Unfortunately, this dream only lasts about eleven years. I became divorced and my job disappeared because the company was sold and closed thirteen distributing warehouses across the nation. Here I was mid-life, divorced and out of work.

For about five years I had many jobs, mostly temporary employment mainly because the unemployment rate was around seven percent. My parents also passed away during that time also. First, my mother with cancer and two years later my father from a heart attack. This was a tough period in my life.

Finally, I found permanent work in a high-tech environment where they used lasers to cut micro components used in the electronic industry. This was a very interesting position and I enjoyed working there. During that time, I also met my future wife and have been happily married for over thirty years now. We met after childbearing years, but she blessed me with two stepdaughters and two stepsons. I love them as much as my biological sons.

Around thirteen years later it was time to retire. That was seventeen years ago. Since my parents both passed away in their mid-seventies, I thought I would follow the legacy. I have passed this legacy by over five years, and I predict I will have many more years now since I experienced a near death experience around six months ago and survived. The doctors and lab tests all say there appears to be no long-term damage and the chances look good for many more years.

For many years I have been 2tts. After my near-death experience I feel that there is a purpose for this opportunity. Now I am Tom T 2.0. It has been close to eight months since the near-death experience, and I am still searching for the reason. Maybe this site is the opportunity I am looking for.

In conclusion, life has been good. I do not regret any part of my life, even the tough times. In the good times and the bad times, I always think, what did I learn from this experience and how will it make me be a better person?

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Veterans Day.

Audio Podcast 3 minutes.

Celebrated this year on Tuesday, November 11, this holiday honors the significant contributions and sacrifices made by veterans. It is a full holiday for federal offices, banks, and many businesses, resulting in closures that allow individuals to reflect on the importance of service and sacrifice. On this day, no mail delivery occurs, providing a moment of pause for the nation to appreciate the freedoms we enjoy, and various events may be held throughout communities to commemorate and celebrate the bravery of those who have served in the armed forces.

Originally called Armistice Day, proclaimed in 1919 by President Woodrow Wilson to mark the end of World War I on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, this significant day was intended to honor the bravery and sacrifices of those who fought in this monumental conflict. Over the years, as the nation recognized the myriad contributions of all its military veterans, it became clear that a broader celebration was necessary to reflect the valor demonstrated throughout various conflicts. This led to its renaming to Veterans Day in 1954 by President Dwight D. Eisenhower, aimed at honoring veterans of all wars, allowing Americans to pay tribute not only to those who served in World War I but also to honor the service and sacrifices of past and current military personnel from every branch of the armed forces. This day serves as a poignant reminder of the cost of freedom and the importance of expressing gratitude to those who have dedicated their lives to serving the nation.

Veterans Day honors all veterans who have served in the military, recognizing their sacrifices and commitment to defending our freedoms; in contrast, Memorial Day, celebrated on the last Monday in May, specifically honors those brave men and women who gave their lives in service to our country, remembering their ultimate sacrifice and the impact they made on our nation’s history, as families and communities gather to pay their respects and express gratitude for the freedoms we enjoy today.

Thank a veteran personally. Being a veteran, I know how much a personal interaction means, as it fosters a sense of connection and appreciation that can sometimes feel absent in the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Taking the time to express gratitude through a simple thank-you or engaging in a heartfelt conversation can have a profound impact. It not only honors their sacrifices but also reinforces their sense of belonging to a community that values their service. Your acknowledgment can uplift their spirits and show them that their contributions are recognized and valued.

Fly the U.S. flag proudly, representing the values and ideals that our nation stands for. It serves as a symbol of the sacrifices made by countless individuals who fought for our freedom and democracy. Whether displayed at homes, schools, or public buildings, the flag reminds us of our responsibility to uphold the principles of liberty and justice for all, uniting us in our shared identity as Americans.

Autumn’s Call to Reflect and Grow

Audio Podcast 3 1/2 minutes

Autumn is not just about colorful leaves and warm clothes — it’s a time for change that encourages us to welcome new beginnings. As nature shifts from bright summer colors to softer tones, it invites us to reflect on our own lives. November 6th, sitting between Halloween and Thanksgiving, is a great moment to pause and appreciate the beauty around us. This season promotes introspection and encourages us to think about our journeys and the changes we go through. The air becomes cooler, signaling a transition not just in seasons but also a reminder to be mindful as we look toward winter. It’s a time to value small moments, connect with loved ones, and possibly set goals for the new year, finding joy in both endings and fresh starts.

Just as trees shed their leaves to prepare for winter, we too can release what no longer serves us. This might mean decluttering your physical space, reevaluating commitments, or simply letting go of outdated beliefs that no longer resonate with our true selves. It could involve assessing friendships and relationships that drain our energy and considering whether they uplift us or hold us back. Ask yourself: What am I holding onto that’s weighing me down? Reflecting on these aspects can lead to powerful realizations and the opportunity to create a more meaningful existence. Letting go isn’t about loss — it’s about making room for growth, allowing new opportunities and experiences to enter, fostering personal development and rejuvenation as we embrace the changes ahead.

The slower pace of fall encourages reflection. With shorter days and cooler weather, we naturally look inward, making it a good time for personal growth. This season allows us to embrace change and adapt our thoughts and feelings. Use this time to reconnect with your values and goals, letting autumn’s stillness help you understand yourself better. Activities like journaling, meditation, or quiet walks through fallen leaves can help you focus on what matters while enjoying the beauty around you. As the landscape changes, let your thoughts evolve, guiding you toward intentional actions in the future.

While spring symbolizes rebirth, autumn serves as a quieter time of preparation, where nature slows down and reflects. It’s an opportunity to plant seeds in your mind and spirit for future growth. As days shorten and the air cools, take a moment to set intentions for the person you wish to become in the new year. Consider the habits you want to develop, like reading, exercising, or practicing mindfulness. Think about the relationships you want to nurture and those you may need to strengthen or let go. This autumn, take the chance to prepare for the growth that spring will bring and build a solid foundation for your goals.

There’s something wonderfully comforting about fall rituals — lighting candles (without setting anything on fire), enjoying warm drinks topped with whipped cream, and gathering with loved ones to share laughter and stories that are probably exaggerated, all while staying cozy under blankets as the chill in the air drives us indoors. These simple pleasures, like indulging in a homemade pie that seems to call your name or taking a leisurely stroll through the colorful leaves, can be surprisingly uplifting for your mind and soul. Embrace them; appreciate the warmth (both literal and from the oversized sweater you call “vintage”) that these rituals bring during this changing season. Let November 6th be a day to appreciate slowing down, lament the impending disappearance of pumpkin spice lattes, and enjoy the moment as you cherish simple joys (like finishing the last piece of pie) with those around you, fully engaging in the delightful chaos of the season.

The Night Airwaves Changed Forever

AUDIO PODCAST 4 1/2 minutes

November 3, 1956. 7:30 p.m. Eastern Time. A smooth, velvet voice glides through millions of living rooms across America. A Black man in a sharp suit, seated at a grand piano, smiles into the camera and says, “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to The Nat King Cole Show.”

For fifteen minutes every week, the world paused. It wasn’t just a variety show. It was a revolution in prime time. A Voice That Crossed Color Lines. By 1956, Nat King Cole was already a household name. His 1940s hits “Straighten Up and Fly Right”,” The Christmas Song”, “Mona Lisa” had sold millions. He was the first African American artist to top the Billboard charts. His voice was in jukeboxes, on radios, in living rooms from Harlem to Hollywood. But television? That was white space. No Black performer had ever hosted a national network TV series. The closest had been guest spots brief, polite, and always on someone else’s show.

Then came NBC. The Show That Shouldn’t Have Worked. The Nat King Cole Show was simple: Nat at the piano. Guest stars. A small orchestra. No laugh track. No gimmicks. Just music. Just class. The guests were legendary: Ella Fitzgerald trading scat lines with Nat Tony Bennett and Pearl Bailey, Harry Belafonte. Even Frank Sinatra dropped by. White stars, black stars together, on equal footing. And America watched. The Ratings Were Great. The Sponsors Were Not. Here’s the cruel twist. The show was a hit. Critics loved it. Viewers tuned in. But no national sponsor would touch it. Ad agencies feared backlash from Southern affiliates. One executive reportedly said: “We can’t sell toothpaste with a Negro on the screen.” Local sponsors in the North supported it. But without national backing, NBC couldn’t afford to keep it. The End Came Quietly After 64 episodes, Nat King Cole canceled his own show on July 27, 1957. He didn’t rage. He didn’t protest. He just said: “Madison Avenue is afraid of the dark.” That line became legend.

 A Door Cracked Open the Nat King Cole Show lasted only nine months. But it broke the seal. Within a decade: Diahann Carroll starred in Julia (1968) first Black woman in a lead TV role. Bill Cosby co-starred in I Spy (1965) — first Black actor in a dramatic lead. Flip Wilson got his own variety show (1970) and it topped the ratings. None of that would have happened without Nat.  

The Man Behind the Milestone Nat King Cole wasn’t an activist. He didn’t march. He didn’t shout. He just showed up. Sang beautifully. Smiled warmly. And let excellence do the talking. In 1956, that was radical. Today Clips survive on YouTube. Search: Nat King Cole Show 1956” You’ll see him sing “When I Fall in Love” with a smile that could melt ice. You’ll see Ella and Nat riff like old friends. You’ll see America before it was ready.  Legacy in One Line. He didn’t demand a seat at the table. He built the table. And then he sang at it. November 3, 1956, wasn’t just a premiere. It was a declaration. And now, the music still plays. Listen to “Unforgettable” tonight. Thank Nat King Cole. He opened the door and left it wide open.

Contrary to what some say, this country has come a long way in racial acceptance, showcasing significant progress in various aspects of society, including education, employment opportunities, and representation in politics. Over recent decades, we have witnessed a growing acknowledgment of diversity as a strength, leading to more inclusive policies and initiatives that promote understanding among different cultural groups. This evolution reflects a collective effort to confront and dismantle systemic racism, encouraging dialogue and fostering community engagements that embrace the rich variety of backgrounds that define our nation. Despite ongoing challenges, these strides toward acceptance signal a hopeful journey toward unity and equality for all.

One of my favorite songs is “Unforgettable” with Nat and Natalie. They made a terrific song into a priceless rendition. Click for the song

The Stairway in a Dream

AUDIO PODCAST 5 minutes

Tom was exhausted, his days tangled in the grind of hospital shifts and the quiet ache of loneliness since his grandmother passed. Each shift felt like an eternity, filled with the rhythmic sounds of medical machinery and the soft murmur of conversations that seldom reached his heart. One night, after collapsing into bed, he slipped into a dream unlike any he’d had before. In this vivid realm, colors danced around him, and comforting voices echoed, bringing with them the warmth he had longed for amidst the cold sterility of his waking life. As he wandered through this enchanting landscape, he felt a glimmer of hope, as though the essence of his grandmother was guiding her toward healing and connection.

He stood in a field, golden grass swaying under a sky that shimmered like stained glass, hues of blue and violet dancing together in a serene harmony. Ahead, a stairway spiraled upward, its steps carved from light, pulsing softly like the heartbeat of the world around him. Tom felt no fear—only a pull, like a melody calling him forward, a tune that resonated deeply within his soul, filling him with an inexplicable warmth. Each step he took felt deliberate, as if the very air whispered secrets of the universe, guiding his ascent into the unknown. He began to climb, his heart racing with anticipation, eager to uncover what awaited him at the top of this ethereal staircase.

Each step hummed with warmth, and as he ascended, memories flickered around him like fireflies in the dusk: his grandmother’s laughter as they baked bread, the sweet aroma of yeast rising in the air, his own childhood voice singing off-key to the tunes of faded melodies, moments of kindness he’d forgotten, like small treasures hidden in the corners of his heart. The higher he climbed, the lighter he felt, as if the weight of his regrets—snapped words, missed chances, and the lingering guilt of unanswered apologies—dissolved into the glowing air, replaced by an overwhelming sense of acceptance and serenity. With each ascent, he embraced the warmth of those cherished recollections, allowing them to envelop him, illuminating the path ahead with a radiant glow that filled him with hope and renewed purpose.

At the top, the stairs opened to a vast garden, blooming with colors he couldn’t name, each flower adding its unique hue to the tapestry of nature. Figures moved among the flowers, their faces familiar yet radiant—his grandmother, younger than Tom remembered, her eyes bright and sparkling like stars in the evening sky. The air was thick with the sweet fragrance of blossoms, and the gentle hum of bees flitting from petal to petal created a serene melody. “You’re not staying yet,” his grandmother said, her voice a warm embrace that wrapped around Tom like a soft blanket on a chilly day. “But see how loved you are, surrounded by the beauty of your memories, waiting for you to return and cherish them once more.”

Others appeared—patients Tom had comforted, friends he’d lost touch with, even strangers he’d smiled at in passing. They didn’t speak, but their presence wove a quiet truth: every small act of him had rippled through the tapestry of life, touching lives he’d never traced or even considered. Each smile exchanged on a crowded street, every word of encouragement spoken in the hushed tones of a hospital room, had forged unseen connections that now filled the air around his. In this moment, Tom realized the profound impact of kindness, the way it spread like a warm breeze, gently nudging hearts toward hope and understanding. Tom’s chest ached with joy, not pain, as she embraced this realization, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the unseen threads that intertwined his with those who had crossed his path.

His grandmother took his hand, leading him to a pool of light that shimmered like a thousand stars brought to life. In its reflection, Tom saw himself—not the tired nurse who often felt overwhelmed by the weight of his responsibilities, but a woman woven from courage and care, radiating strength and grace. The warmth of the light washed over him, illuminating the dreams he had long forgotten and the aspirations that still flickered within his heart. “You’re still needed below,” his grandmother whispered gently, his voice echoing with the wisdom of ages. “But you’ll carry this now, this newfound sense of purpose and love, as you return. Let it guide you whenever the path seems dark, for you are never alone in your journey.”

Tom woke with tears on his cheeks, the hospital’s sterile hum distant, a haunting reminder of his fragile reality. The dream’s glow lingered in his bones, a certainty that heaven wasn’t just a place but a truth: his life mattered, and he wasn’t alone in this vast universe full of connection and love. The comforting warmth of that revelation wrapped around him like a soft blanket, easing the tightness in his chest. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the scent of antiseptic air, and rose from the sheets, lighter than before, ready to face the day with renewed hope and determination, knowing that each moment was a gift waiting to be embraced.

Overcoming Life’s Pebbles

Life can often feel like climbing a massive mountain. We gear up for the tough moments—the steep climbs, the rough trails, the looming storms. We teach ourselves to stay strong, keep courage, and focus on reaching the peak. That mountain could be a dream we’re pursuing, a career we’re shaping, or a change we’re striving for. These big goals give our lives purpose and excitement. They’re challenging, motivating, and absolutely worth the effort. 

But here’s the twist: it’s not always the mountain that wears us out. As the wise saying goes, “It isn’t the mountains ahead to climb that wear you out; it’s the pebble in your shoe.” 

Think about that. It’s the small, persistent irritations that sneak in unnoticed—the tiny doubts that whisper we’re not good enough, the lingering resentment from a conversation long past, the habit we keep meaning to break but never quite do. These pebbles, though seemingly insignificant, have a way of stealing our energy and dimming our spirit. They make each step feel heavier; each breathe a little more strained. 

But here’s the beauty in this truth: those pebbles are within our power to remove. 

Unlike the mountain, which may take years to climb, the pebble can be shaken out in a moment of awareness. It starts with noticing. With pausing long enough to ask, “What’s weighing me down today?” Maybe it’s a grudge you’ve been carrying, or a fear that’s quietly grown roots. Maybe it’s the voice in your head that criticizes more than it encourages. These are the things that trip us up—not because they’re insurmountable, but because we let them linger. 

The good news? You don’t have to carry them. 

You can pause. You can sit down, take off your shoe, and shake out the pebble. Start small. Forgive a slight. Let go of a worry. Replace one negative thought with a moment of gratitude. Each tiny action lightens your load, making the climb feel less daunting. It’s not about reaching the summit in one leap—it’s about making the journey more bearable, more joyful, one step at a time. 

And here’s the magic: when your steps are free, your spirit lifts. You begin to notice the beauty around you—the sunrise casting golden light on the path, the encouragement of fellow climbers, the strength you didn’t know you had. The mountain is still there, but now it feels possible. Every small adjustment, every act of self-kindness, brings you closer to the top. 

So, lace up your shoes. Check for pebbles. Embrace the journey. You’re stronger than you know, and the view from the top is worth every step. 

Keep climbing—you’ve got this.

The Quiet Power of Friendship

Audio Podcast 1 1/2 minutes

Friendship isn’t always loud. Sometimes, it’s a quiet presence—a text that says, “thinking of you,” a shared laugh over something silly, or just sitting together in comfortable silence.

True friends are the ones who see you at your worst and still choose to stay. They celebrate your wins like they’re their own and remind you of your worth when you forget. They’re the people who make ordinary days feel special, just by being in them.

It’s easy to take friendship for granted in the rush of life. But when we pause and reflect, we realize how deeply these connections shape us. They teach us empathy, resilience, and joy. They remind us of we’re not alone.

So today, reach out to a friend. Send a message. Share a memory. Say thank you.

Because in a world that often feels chaotic, friendship is a steady light. It’s the laughter that echoes long after the joke. The hug that lingers. The comfort of knowing someone’s got your back.

And that’s something worth celebrating.

The biggest regret I have in my life is I did not continue friendship as my life continued. I lost track of school friends, army friends, work friends and family. Once an era of my life was over, I moved on without making any attempt to continue the friendships I earned. I wish I would have valued the friendships more than I did and made an attempt to keep in touch with them.

If you are young, do not make the same mistake I made.

I am not ready for winter

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I woke this morning with the temperature in the forties. It is cloudy and gloomy outside and appears to be that way all day. Gloomy days always bring back vivid memories of when I was stationed in Nuremberg, Germany, while in the army. During that time of about nine months, most of the days were characterized by an overcast sky and the constant presence of clouds looming above me. The damp chill in the air would seep into my bones, making each day feel longer than the last. Being from Colorado, where the sun shines nearly 300 days out of the year, was a large adjustment for me to be in an area that experiences such a high number of gray and dreary days. I often found myself longing for the warmth of the sun on my skin and the brilliant blue skies that I had taken for granted. Each overcast morning reminded me of the stark contrast to my vibrant home state, and I’d catch myself reminiscing about enjoying the mountains or lounging outdoors soaking in the sun.

The leaves are on their full-time effort to cover the yards and streets with colorful bounty, creating a brilliant tapestry of reds, yellows, and oranges that captivate the senses, while they flutter gently down from their branches like nature’s confetti, eagerly emptying the trees before the first snow settles in. As they gather on the ground, they form soft, crunchable carpets that invite children to jump in and adults to take leisurely strolls, all the while signaling the transition from the warmth of autumn to the crisp chill of winter that lies just around the corner.

The first freeze normally occurs around the middle of October, and one must remember to turn off the water to the outside valves and drain the pipes and hoses to prevent any unwanted damage. With the changing seasons, it’s also a good time to check on other outdoor supplies and preparations. I recently checked my ice melt container, and to my dismay, during the summer it melded into one big rock, compacted and solidified by the heat. Now I must go buy some more ice melt or figure out how to get the rock out of the container and break it up into a usable size. This little predicament has got me pondering about the best approach; perhaps I could use a hammer or a chisel, but that sounds labor-intensive. I predict I will take the easy way and go buy some more, as it would save me time and effort, allowing me to focus on the other tasks that come with preparing for the winter months ahead.

One happy part is the homeowner association does the snow removal, and that saves me from all that cold and heavy work that often comes with winter. At our former home, which was situated on the corner of a busy intersection, we had a gigantic driveway that could have easily accommodated six or more cars. Every snowstorm turned into quite the labor-intensive affair, and it would take me two hours or more to tackle the daunting task of snow removal by hand. The heavy lifting and the chilly breeze blasting against my face truly made it an exhausting chore. Now, I find great relief in knowing that I no longer have to brave the elements, especially during those harsh winter months. Retiring does have advantages; I can now spend my time enjoying cozy evenings by the fireplace, sipping hot cocoa, and relishing the peacefulness of not having to shovel snow.

Many times, during my forty plus years of employment, I had to fight the snow, crazy drivers, and the stress of getting to work on time, navigating through treacherous weather conditions that tested my patience and endurance. Each winter brought its own set of challenges, from shoveling the driveway in the early dawn to encountering reckless drivers who seemed oblivious to the icy roads. I vividly remember the anxiety of being late and the constant rush to meet deadlines, which added an extra layer of tension to an already hectic morning routine. I remember one time during a storm my relief could not make it to work and since we had some equipment that could not be left unattended, I had to stay. That 8-hour shift turned into an 18-hour shift. Now that I’ve moved on, I do not miss this one bit, as I cherish the freedom to enjoy my mornings without the dread of battling the elements or the chaos of rush hour traffic.

The good thing to remember is that in only six months, spring will be here, bringing with it a sense of renewal and joy. As the days grow longer and temperatures begin to rise, we will be able to reminisce about how we not only survived another winter but also found ways to thrive through the cold and darkness. We will look back on cozy evenings spent by the fireplace, the laughter shared with friends and family, and the resilience we discovered within ourselves during those challenging months. Soon, the vibrant colors of blooming flowers and the sweet melodies of birds returning will serve as beautiful reminders of the promise that comes with the changing of the seasons, inviting us to embrace life once again.

A Long, Long Time Ago

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After church services during fellowship, somehow the subject of stuffed green peppers came up, igniting a lively conversation among our table of eight. This stirred my memory, prompting me to share a recollection from my army time. As I reminisced about those military times, it dawned on me, “I could write a blog about the subject,”

Here is my tale.

It is March 1964. I was recently drafted into the army, and I was in basic training, a whirlwind experience that was both daunting and transformative. I was only there maybe four or five days after I reported to basic, yet it felt like an eternity under the pressure of military life. For a supper meal, they served stuffed green peppers, a dish that would become a symbol of my early days in training. I remember maybe one or two hundred recruits in the basic training company, and everything was rush, rush and do it faster, as if time was a luxury we could not afford. The sergeants barked out commands, and we scrambled to obey, our minds racing to keep up. Also, much of the kitchen duties were done by the recruits that were assigned to KP duty that day, slicing vegetables, peeling potatoes, and washing dishes, trying to maintain a semblance of order amid the chaos.

There were six of us sitting at the table, our plates filled high with the fare provided for our supper, and we were gobbling down our meals in a frenzied race against time because we only had a short period to eat before they would inevitably yell, “Time’s Up!” The recruit next to me was shoveling food into his mouth with reckless abandon, his eyes darting around as if he were trying to savor each bite while also keeping an ear open for the dreaded announcement. Suddenly, he paused mid-chew, his face shifting from one of ravenous delight to horror as he pulled something unwelcome from his mouth, revealing a shocking revelation—a Band-Aid! It was a disturbing sight indeed, as it became clear that one of our fellow recruits from the KP area had been absent-mindedly stuffing green peppers, causing the Band-Aid covering a cut to become dislodged and somehow find its way into our meal. The moment quickly turned from one of unity in our shared dining experience to utter disbelief as the recruits sitting at the table not only saw but heard the revelation, prompting an instinctual response to get up and leave the mess hall in a hurried retreat. What a way to spoil an appetite! My mind raced with questions, wondering, “What am I getting into?” as I looked around at my companions, each of us contemplating the rather unpalatable reality of our situation and what more surprises awaited us in this new chapter of our lives.

One can just speculate that the KP recruit didn’t even realize that the band-aid slipped off his finger, or he knew about it and was afraid to say anything because he didn’t want to experience another shouting conversation with the drill sergeant, which was common in those days, especially during the rigorous training sessions where discipline was paramount. These shouting matches were not unusual; they served as reminders to the recruits of the high expectations placed upon them, often creating an atmosphere thick with tension and anxiety. Or another possibility is that he reported it, and they yelled and screamed at him and didn’t do anything about it, leaving him feeling even more powerless in a situation that already felt overwhelming. It is hard for me to imagine that they would toss out food for one to two hundred troops and start over just because of a missing band-aid, considering the logistical challenges involved in preparing meals for such a large group, coupled with the sheer amount of effort that went into food preparation. In a military environment where resourcefulness and efficiency are crucial, such an action would seem extravagant and illogical. The actual story will be never known, leaving us to ponder the multitude of factors that might have influenced the response to such a seemingly minor incident, yet one that could highlight deeper issues within the structure of military life.

I have other tales to share during my time in the military and someday share other stories that one does not hear often.

Fall: Transitioning into Cozy Days

Today is the first day of fall. The ninety-degree days are over, and with the arrival of this new season, we can finally embrace the cool, crisp air that fills our lungs. Cooler days and nights are ahead, providing the perfect backdrop for cozy sweaters and warm drinks. The leaves are starting to change to their golden color, painting landscapes in hues of orange, red, and yellow, and gracefully falling to the ground like nature’s confetti. As we walk beneath the trees, we might hear the satisfying crunch of leaves underfoot. It’s time to start thinking about the season’s preparations, including the moments when the furnace will go on to take away the morning chill in the home, wrapping us in warmth as we enjoy the comforting aroma of pumpkin spice and freshly baked pies wafting through the air.

The word “fall” derives from Old English “feallan,” meaning to fall, and it specifically refers to the beautiful and colorful phenomenon of falling leaves, which marks the transition from summer to winter. This term is preferred in American English over the more traditional “autumn,” which stems from the Latin word “augustus.” The choice of “fall” not only encapsulates the essence of the season but also highlights the picturesque scenery of trees shedding their foliage, creating a vibrant tapestry of colors on the ground. This season is often associated with harvest celebrations, cooler temperatures, and a sense of change, making it a time for reflection and preparation for the upcoming winter months.

Fall allergies spike due to ragweed pollen, affecting ~23 million Americans annually.
As the leaves begin to change color and the air turns crisp, countless individuals experience the relentless onslaught of allergy symptoms. My eyes have the traditional itch and redness, which often leads to a frustrating cycle of rubbing and swelling that makes it difficult to focus on daily activities. In addition to these uncomfortable symptoms, the sneezing, runny nose, and overall fatigue that accompany fall allergies can diminish one’s quality of life, making autumn feel less like a season of beauty and more like a season of struggle.

It’s the second most popular wedding season globally, after summer, with countless couples choosing this time to tie the knot due to the beautiful fall foliage and moderate weather. This enchanting season not only provides a picturesque backdrop for outdoor ceremonies but also offers a rich palette of colors that inspire everything from floral arrangements to wedding attire. As autumn ushers in cozy atmospheres and seasonal celebrations, many couples see it as the perfect opportunity to share their love in a unique and heartfelt way.

Time marches on, and in three months, we will be talking about the next season of the year, winter. As the days grow shorter and the crispness of the air becomes more pronounced, we can already feel the anticipation building for the beauty that winter brings. The first snowfall will blanket the earth in a serene white, transforming familiar landscapes into a magical wonderland. Families will gather around warm fires, sharing stories and laughter, while festive decorations will begin to adorn homes, creating a sense of warmth and joy during the cold months ahead.

My wife’s fall visitors.

Have a nice fall day.

I Am Not Who I Am

Around the first of this year I discovered AI, (artificial intelligence) and found out that it became very easy for me to assemble an article. I could come up with a few ideas and then consult AI and ask to expand on those ideas. In a matter of seconds, Boom! An instant article that was always near twice the length I ever came up with…… AI would really fluff up an idea.

Couldn’t think of something to write about? Just ask AI and poof! There are twenty or more writing prompts for you. Pick a prompt and AI easily creates a story for you. Wow! This is really becoming simple.

Unfortunately, I now feel that this is not me. I now feel that I am just an outlet for some unnamed artificial intelligence. AI has made me lazy. It has become difficult for me to get the creative juices flowing without AI. The above is me without AI.

This is the same with AI

Around the first of this year I discovered AI, (artificial intelligence) and found out that it became very easy for me to assemble an article. I could come up with a few ideas and then consult AI and ask to expand on those ideas, which opened up a whole new realm of creativity. With just a simple prompt, I could engage the AI in a dialogue, exploring different angles and perspectives that I might not have considered on my own. In a matter of seconds, Boom! An instant article that was always near twice the length I ever came up with. This technology was not just about word count; it was about the depth and breadth of information that it could provide, transforming a mere concept into a comprehensive piece of writing. AI would really fluff up an idea, adding layers of detail and nuance, turning my initial thoughts into a well-rounded discussion that was informative and engaging for readers.

Couldn’t think of something to write about? Just ask AI and poof! There are twenty or more writing prompts for you, carefully designed to spark your creativity and help you break through writer’s block. Pick a prompt, and AI easily creates a story for you, crafting engaging plots and dynamic characters that come to life right before your eyes. Whether you’re looking for inspiration for a novel, a short story, or even just a whimsical tale, the possibilities are endless. Wow! This is really becoming simple, as technology transforms the writing process into an effortless and enjoyable adventure, allowing you to explore new ideas and perspectives in no time.

Unfortunately, I now feel that this is not me. I now feel that I am just an outlet for some unnamed artificial intelligence, a mere vessel through which its ideas flow. AI has made me lazy, almost reliant on its algorithms to spark my imagination. It has become difficult for me to get the creative juices flowing without AI, leaving me frustrated and yearning for the days when I could generate ideas and express myself freely without assistance. The more I depend on this technology, the more I sense a disconnect from my authentic self and inner creativity, which feels stifled and overshadowed by an ever-present digital influence. I find myself questioning whether I can truly think independently or if I am simply echoing what has been fed to me.

I really don’t know what direction this will lead to. I may decide to just write without AI assistance or retire from blogging. Or I may accept the fact that artificial intelligence is the future and go with it.

This is the same paragraph with AI assistance. I really don’t know what direction this will lead to. At this point, I feel quite torn; I may decide to just write without AI assistance, embracing the raw authenticity of my thoughts, or I might even consider retiring from blogging altogether if I feel too overwhelmed by the rapid changes in technology. On the other hand, I am also considering whether I should accept the fact that artificial intelligence is undeniably the future. It could offer new opportunities and perspectives, so perhaps I should adapt and go with it, using AI as a tool to enhance my creativity rather than replace it, finding a balance that respects both traditional writing and innovative tech.

Never Forget September 11, 2001

Four commercial airplanes were hijacked by 19 terrorists. Two planes, American Airlines Flight 11 and United Airlines Flight 175, crashed into the North and South Towers of the World Trade Center in New York City, respectively. The South Tower collapsed at 9:59 AM, and the North Tower at 10:28 AM.

American Airlines Flight 77 crashed into the Pentagon in Arlington, Virginia, at 9:37 AM, causing partial structural damage.

United Airlines Flight 93 crashed into a field near Shanksville, Pennsylvania, at 10:03 AM after passengers and crew attempted to regain control from the hijackers. It is believed the target was either the U.S. Capitol or the White House.

Nearly 3,000 people were killed, including 2,753 at the World Trade Center, 184 at the Pentagon, and 40 on Flight 93. Victims included civilians, first responders, and military personnel. Thousands more were injured.

This was a major event in the history of the United States and must never be forgotten, as it significantly shaped the nation’s identity and future trajectory. The repercussions of this event resonated deeply within society, influencing political landscapes and cultural dynamics for generations to come. It serves as a reminder of the struggles faced by those who fought for justice and equality, highlighting the importance of collective memory in preserving the lessons learned through hardship and triumph. Understanding this pivotal moment encourages reflection on the ongoing journey toward unity and progress in our society.

Labor Day September 1st, 2025

Typically, Labor Day marks the unofficial end of summer, with people celebrating through parades, barbecues, and community events. Many businesses close, and it’s a major retail weekend with significant sales, rivaling Black Friday in some sectors. In 2025, expect widespread store discounts, especially on clothing, electronics, and home goods, with online and in-store deals starting as early as mid-August. Government offices, schools, and non-essential services like post offices and banks usually close, though some states may have partial operations.  

Labor Day in the United States is a federal holiday celebrated on the first Monday in September, which in 2025 will fall on September 1. It honors the contributions of workers to the nation’s economy and social fabric. Established in the late 19th century during the labor movement, it was first recognized as a federal holiday in 1894 under President Grover Cleveland, following significant labor strikes, notably the Pullman Strike. The holiday emerged as a way to acknowledge workers’ rights and the growing influence of labor unions.

Today, the holiday is more about leisure than activism, with 160 million Americans likely to travel or enjoy festivities. States like California and New York hold big parades, while others focus on local events or rallies for workers’ rights. What do you have planned for today?

Reflecting on 500 Posts

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This is my 500th post on WordPress. I do not know whether that number is a major accomplishment or not, but it certainly feels significant to me. It is exciting to reflect on this journey and all the experiences I’ve gained along the way. Ten years ago, I never imagined that I would have 500 posts published, each one capturing moment of inspiration, learning, and growth. Every word I’ve shared has been a piece of my story, creating a tapestry of thoughts that I’ve woven together over the years. The challenges I faced and the triumphs I’ve celebrated through this platform have shaped not just my writing skills, but my understanding of myself and the world around me.

I have had this site since 2009, a 16 year-long journey that has seen significant changes and growth. I started this site after the local newspaper, Rocky Mountain News, shuttered their doors, leaving a void in the community for local voices to be heard. In 2002, I began blogging on their website, yourhub.com, where I found a platform to share my thoughts and experiences with others. However, when their blog site became unusable, I sought out new opportunities and enrolled in WordPress, which has provided me with the versatility and reach I needed to continue my passion for writing. After my near-death experience in February 2023, I gained a renewed perspective on life, and this profound event has driven me to become even more active in blogging here, sharing not just my experiences, but also inspiration and insights for others who may be navigating their own challenges.

This has been an exciting experience for me, and I hope I will be able to continue this adventure for many more years.

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The First Cup: A Morning Ritual

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July 31, 2025, this morning started, like most, with the gentle sound of my coffee maker, my reliable friend in the quiet. Outside, the world was slowly waking up, with the sky showing soft peach and gray hues, but in my kitchen, the day had already begun with the promise of that first cup. There’s something special about it—a simple ritual that feels important.

I added the coffee grounds, to the filter. The smell filled the air even before brewing began, waking up my senses. As the machine made noise, I leaned on the counter, still half-asleep, feeling the excitement build. That first sip? It’s more than coffee. It’s a comforting moment, a warm hug in a mug, steadying me before the day begins.

Today, the coffee was perfect—not too bitter, not too weak. I took it black, savoring the way it coated my tongue with a subtle, earthy warmth. I stood by the window, mug in hand, watching a neighbor walk their dog. The world felt small and manageable in that moment, as if the steam rising from my cup carried away any lingering grogginess or doubt.

Social media buzzed with the usual mix of news and memes, but I barely glanced at my phone. The coffee demanded my full attention, a rare moment of mindfulness in a world that’s always shouting. I thought about how this simple act—brewing, pouring, sipping—connects me to millions of others who start their day the same way. It’s a universal language, a shared heartbeat of mornings everywhere.

The defining moment today was the quiet. No emails, no notifications, just me and the mug. I noticed the faint ring of coffee stains inside it, a testament to countless mornings before this one. It felt like a badge of consistency, proof that some things stay steady even as the world shifts.

As I drained the last drop, I felt ready—not just awake, but ready. The first cup isn’t just fuel; it’s a signal that I’m here, present, and capable of taking on whatever July 31, 2025, has in store. Tomorrow, I’ll do it again, chasing that same fleeting magic. Maybe I’ll try a new blend or add a splash of cream, but the ritual will hold steady—a small anchor in the ebb and flow of life. *

What’s your morning ritual? Does coffee start your day, or is there another moment that sets the tone?

Nikola Tesla: The Pioneer of AC Electrical Systems

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Nikola Tesla July 10 (1856–1943) was a Serbian American inventor, electrical engineer, and futurist, best known for his pioneering work in developing alternating current (AC) electrical systems, which became the standard for modern electricity transmission and distribution. His innovative contributions laid the groundwork for numerous technological advancements, shaping the way we harness and utilize electrical energy today. Tesla reportedly had an eidetic memory and spoke eight languages fluently, showcasing his exceptional intellectual capabilities and linguistic skills that allowed him to communicate and collaborate with a diverse range of people worldwide. Often seen as a visionary, Tesla was known for eccentric habits, like his aversion to touching hair and obsession with the number three, habits that highlighted his unique personality and unconventional thinking. He would often go to great lengths to avoid certain stimuli, believing that these quirks were essential to his creative process, further establishing his reputation as a brilliant yet enigmatic figure in the annals of science and technology.

Born on July 10, 1856, in Smiljan, Croatia. Died January 7, 1943, in New York City, USA. –

Studied engineering at the Austrian Polytechnic in Graz and briefly at the University of Prague, though he did not complete a degree. During his time at these esteemed institutions, he was exposed to a variety of innovative concepts and technologies that piqued his interest in the field. He engaged in numerous projects and collaborative efforts with fellow students, which helped him develop a strong foundational knowledge despite not finishing his formal education. His experiences in Graz and Prague allowed him to cultivate valuable skills and connections that would later influence his career trajectory, ultimately shaping his approach to engineering challenges throughout his life.

Tesla’s development of alternating current technology, including the AC motor and transformer, not only revolutionized electrical power systems but also paved the way for modern electrical engineering. His innovative work significantly enhanced the efficiency of power distribution, leading to the widespread adoption of AC over Thomas Edison’s direct current (DC) for power systems across cities and industries. Tesla initially worked briefly for Thomas Edison, where he was exposed to the nascent field of electrical energy, but parted ways due to fundamental disagreements regarding the advantages and viability of AC versus DC systems. Their rivalry, famously known as the “War of the Currents,” became a defining moment in the history of electricity, culminating in the eventual dominance of AC after its successful implementation at the 1893 World’s Columbian Exposition, where a spectacular display of electric lighting showcased the potential of Tesla’s inventions to a captivated audience, forever changing the way electricity would be harnessed and utilized around the globe.

Tesla explored wireless communication and power transmission, envisioning a groundbreaking global system for transmitting electricity without wires that would revolutionize the way energy is distributed and consumed. His ambitious Wardenclyffe Tower project aimed to achieve this transformative vision by utilizing the Earth’s natural conductive properties, allowing for the seamless transfer of electricity across vast distances. However, despite the immense potential of his ideas and the initial excitement surrounding the project, it was ultimately never completed due to various financial issues and challenges in securing the necessary funding. The dream of a world interconnected by wireless energy remains a testament to Tesla’s innovative spirit and unyielding quest to push the boundaries of science and technology, leaving a lasting legacy that continues to inspire future generations.

Tesla held over 300 patents, including innovative designs for turbines, fluorescent lighting, remote control, and early X-ray imaging, showcasing his remarkable versatility and creativity as an inventor. His groundbreaking work laid the foundation for modern electrical engineering and significantly advanced various fields of technology, influencing countless inventions and applications that we rely on today. The principles he developed have paved the way for the efficient generation and transmission of electricity, as well as revolutionizing how we utilize energy in our daily lives. Tesla’s legacy as a scientific pioneer continues to inspire future generations of engineers and inventors dedicated to exploring and expanding the horizons of technology.

Tesla lived modestly in his later years, often in hotels, and struggled financially despite his genius. His extraordinary intellect and pioneering contributions to electrical engineering, however, did not translate into financial success, as he frequently found himself at odds with the commercial aspects of his inventions. He focused on ambitious but unrealized projects, such as wireless energy transmission and the development of a global communication system, which captivated his imagination but remained incomplete due to a lack of funding and support. In addition to these challenges, Tesla suffered from mental health challenges that complicated his ability to connect with others and secure partnerships. He often battled feelings of isolation, as his visionary ideas were frequently regarded as eccentric or impractical by his contemporaries. These factors combined to overshadow his remarkable legacy, leaving him to navigate a world that failed to recognize his revolutionary contributions during his lifetime.

He is celebrated as a visionary and is not given enough credit for the development of electric products we so enjoy today, including the intricate devices that have revolutionized our daily lives, such as smartphones, laptops, and smart home technology. His innovative ideas and groundbreaking contributions have paved the way for modern conveniences that enhance communication, entertainment, and productivity. Moreover, his relentless pursuit of excellence and commitment to advancing electric innovation have sparked an entire industry focused on creating sustainable and efficient energy solutions, ultimately benefiting future generations.

How Do You Want to Die?

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When you are young, you don’t think much of dying; in fact, you tend to think of yourself as immortal, viewing death as a distant concept, almost like something that happens only to others. As you become older, however, the perception shifts dramatically. You start to grapple with the reality of mortality, reflecting on loved ones who have passed and the inevitability of your own departure. This shift in thinking can be unsettling, prompting deeper contemplation about life itself, the choices you’ve made, and the legacy you wish to leave behind. The once distant specter of death gradually becomes a more immediate concern, shaping not just your fears, but also your aspirations and values in profound ways.

I am over eighty, and I am thinking more about death than when I was younger. My parents passed away when they were both seventy-five, a stark reminder of the fragility of life, and their health problems started to appear in their late sixties, foreshadowing an inevitable decline that I have witnessed. Close to three years ago, I had a near-death experience, which profoundly changed my perspective on life and mortality; it was a moment that forced me to confront my fears and contemplate what it means to truly live. Now, I am savoring every precious moment of this bonus time on this earth, appreciating the beauty of each sunrise, the laughter shared with loved ones, and the simple joys that life offers. I find myself reflecting on the memories of those I have lost; while also embracing the new relationships I have forged along the way, understanding that life is a precious gift that should never be taken for granted.

My mother was afflicted with bone cancer and bravely battled this disease for more than five years, demonstrating a strength that inspired everyone around her. After extensive treatments, which included the removal of the cancer alongside many difficult sessions of chemotherapy and radiation, we were overjoyed when the demon went into remission. For a period of four to five years, we held onto hope, cherishing every day as a blessing and celebrating the moments when she seemed to regain her health. However, the shadow of the illness returned with a vengeance, as the demon came back very aggressively, catching us off guard. It migrated to other parts of her body, relentlessly spreading and undermining her strength until it finally took her from us. Her death was slow and very painful, a heartbreaking process that left a profound mark on our family and a reminder of the cruel nature of illness.

My father was visiting California and he was scheduled to start driving home in the morning, excited to return to his familiar surroundings. He called me the next morning, his voice tinged with discomfort as he said he had an upset stomach and was going to wait another day before he started to drive home. Concerned, I suggested he take it easy and perhaps see a doctor if he didn’t feel better soon. That evening, his niece called, sharing the news that she had gone to get some take out for dinner. When she returned, my father was found on the floor, lifeless and still. It turned out he was having a heart attack and didn’t even know it – a silent, deadly intruder that took him without warning. That major mistake of ignoring his discomfort and not seeking help cost him his life, leaving a void in our hearts that would be felt for years to come.

Recently, my friend had multiple heart bypass surgery, a significant procedure that can have a profound impact on one’s life. He is in his mid-seventies, a time when health becomes increasingly fragile and precious. How long will this surgery extend his life? Only time will tell, and the uncertainty of that answer weighs heavily on both his mind and the hearts of those who care for him. Will this life-saving surgery expose him to a more painful and slow death, potentially leading him down a path filled with complications? This surgery may save him from heart failure, allowing him to experience more time with loved ones, yet it brings with it concerns about the possibility of battling another illness, such as cancer. The reality is sobering: cancer and heart disease are the biggest killers in the US, creating an overwhelming sense of vulnerability. Each day post-surgery is a delicate balance between hope and worry, as we eagerly anticipated his recovery while grappling with the harsh realities of health in our later years.

A couple of years ago, another friend of mine was out in the brisk winter air, running his snow-blower to clear the driveway and make way for vehicles. He was a hardworking individual, dedicated to ensuring everything was in order, but tragically, he suddenly fell over dead from an aortic aneurysm. The shock came swiftly, as it happened without any warning. His wife, who had been inside the warm house preparing a hot drink, grew concerned when she didn’t see him come in after some time. She then ventured outside, only to discover him laying motionless on the ground in the snow, a scene that would forever haunt her. It was a heartbreaking moment, filled with disbelief and sorrow, reminding us all of life’s fragile nature.

My wife’s mother was in her nineties, a remarkable age for anyone to reach, yet in her last year, her health had deteriorated significantly to the point that she could no longer walk and had lost all control of her bodily functions, which was deeply distressing for the entire family. Despite this decline, medical authorities reassured us that her heart and lungs sounded good, indicating that there were still vital signs of life, but it left us wondering about the quality of her existence. Why did she have to experience that sorry state of being? It was heart-wrenching to see a once vibrant individual reduced to such a condition, and the quality of life had taken a bad turn for her, leaving us to grapple with feelings of helplessness as we navigated through the complexities of aging and the eventual fragility of life.

These are just a few examples of death and suffering that I have experienced in my life. Death is a part of life, a natural cycle that eventually claims us all. All of us must someday face the inevitability of this event, each in our own way and at our own time. The experiences I have witnessed have shaped my understanding of mortality and the fleeting nature of existence. Even now that I am closer to the event, I still can’t answer the question, How do I want to die? This uncertainty prompts me to reflect deeply on my life and the legacy I wish to leave behind, worrying about the impact of my departure on those I love and how they will carry on without me. It is a thought-provoking and haunting consideration that lingers in my mind, intertwining with the hopes and fears I have for the future.

This blog was originally posted on WordPress January 28, 2011. Out of curiosity, I thought to take the same story and have AI enhance it. Here is the link to the original post. https://tomt2.com/2011/01/28/how-do-you-want-to-die/

What are your thoughts on the old post versus the new post?

Independence Day

Independence Day: Celebrating the Fourth of July** Every July 4th, Americans celebrate Independence Day, a federal holiday that marks the adoption of the Declaration of Independence in 1776. This important document, mainly written by Thomas Jefferson, declared the 13 American colonies’ break from British rule, establishing the United States as an independent nation. The Fourth of July is a lively celebration of freedom, unity, and national pride.

The holiday is marked by festive traditions. Fireworks light up the night sky, representing the “bombs bursting in air” from the national anthem, “The Star-Spangled Banner.” Communities across the country host parades with marching bands, floats, and patriotic displays. Backyard barbecues and picnics bring families and friends together with classic American food like burgers, hot dogs, and apple pie. Red, white, and blue decorations decorate homes, streets, and public places, showing the nation’s colors.

Independence Day also invites reflection on the values of liberty and equality enshrined in the Declaration. While the holiday celebrates the birth of a nation, it’s essential to recognize that it is also a moment to honor the sacrifices of those who fought for freedom, justice, and the rights we often take for granted. This includes the brave men and women who sacrificed their lives on the battlefield and those who used their voices and actions to advocate for equality and human rights. As we gather with friends and family to enjoy the festivities, let us not only partake in the celebrations but also take time to consider the ongoing journey toward a more inclusive society where every individual, regardless of their background, can experience the true meaning of freedom. All Americans should remember this day, reflect on the lessons of our past, and acknowledge the freedoms and privileges we enjoy from this great country, striving to ensure that future generations inherit a nation that continues to uphold and expand these cherished ideals for all.

National Flip Flop Day June 20th

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National Flip Flop Day is celebrated annually in the United States to embrace the carefree spirit of summer and the iconic footwear known as flip-flops. Originally observed on the third Friday in June, the date was changed in 2023 to the Wednesday after Memorial Day to better align with the onset of warmer weather and the bustling activities of the summer season. This shift reflects a growing awareness of consumer habits, as many individuals eagerly anticipate the warmer days of summer, looking forward to beach outings, barbecues, and leisurely strolls. The date for 2025 was set for Wednesday, May 28, as it falls on the Wednesday after Memorial Day, following the updated schedule established by Tropical Smoothie Cafe in 2023 that encourages everyone to celebrate the joys of summer. The day serves not only as a reminder to don your favorite flip-flops but also as an occasion to gather with friends and family, sharing laughter and creating lasting memories. The AI I used did not know about the update, highlighting the fact that technology, while incredibly advanced, is not infallible and is continually evolving to keep up with the changes in our world.

Founded in 2007 by Tropical Smoothie Cafe to mark their 10th anniversary, celebrate summer, and show appreciation for their customers.

The term “flip-flop” comes from the slapping sound the sandals make when walking, an onomatopoeia used in American and British English since the 1960s. Flip-flops have ancient origins, with evidence of similar footwear in Ancient Egypt around 4,000 BC, made from materials like papyrus and palm leaves. They were also worn in ancient Greece, Rome, and Mesopotamia, showcasing their enduring nature across cultures and epochs. It is interesting to note that these early variants were often adorned with decorative elements, reflecting the wearer’s status and style. The design and function of flip-flops evolved over centuries, influenced by both social changes and advancements in materials. In addition, Japanese zori sandals, traditionally crafted from rice straw and tatami mats, influenced modern flip-flops in the U.S. after World War II, as returning soldiers brought back these unique styles, leading to their widespread popularity in American beach culture. Today, flip-flops are not only a staple of casual summer wear but also a symbol of relaxed, carefree living, enjoyed by people of all ages around the world.

Wear your favorite flip-flops and share photos on social media with #NationalFlipFlopDay to celebrate this fun and relaxed occasion. Take the time to shop for new flip-flops, including eco-friendly options from reputable brands like Rainbow or Hari Mari, which prioritize sustainability and style. To really embrace the spirit of the day, consider hosting flip-flop-themed events like lively beach parties, friendly flip-flop races, or engaging craft activities using old flip-flops for art projects that can be both fun and eco-conscious. If you find yourself far from a Tropical Smoothie Cafe, you can still indulge your taste buds by making or enjoying delicious smoothies at home using fresh fruits and ingredients, allowing everyone to gather and celebrate in comfort and relaxation.

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Celebrate National Splurge Today

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National Splurge Day, celebrated annually on June 18th, encourages people to set aside their usual frugality and indulge in a little luxury, whether it’s a lavish meal, a spa day, or a significant shopping spree. Founded in 1994 by Adrienne Sioux Koopersmith, dubbed “America’s Premier Eventologist,” this holiday was created to offer a much-needed break from constant budgeting and to boost the economy through strategic spending that can stimulate local businesses. Koopersmith chose late June, post-tax season, when individuals might have extra cash on hand to treat themselves or their loved ones, creating an opportunity for joyful spending and the enjoyment of life’s pleasures. The day serves as a reminder of the importance of self-care and indulgence, inviting people to reflect on what they truly desire and encouraging a balance between saving and enjoying the fruits of one’s labor.

Splurging doesn’t mean reckless spending; it’s about enjoying something special without breaking the bank. For some, it might involve treating themselves to a fancy dinner at a celebrated restaurant, indulging in a luxurious spa day complete with massages and relaxation, or investing in a stylish pair of new shoes that complements their wardrobe. On the other hand, for others, it could simply be a small treat like adding whipped cream to a latte or purchasing a decadent dessert to savor. The day promotes mindful indulgence, encouraging experiences that create lasting memories, such as attending a lively concert, going on a weekend getaway with friends, or even participating in a fun workshop that sparks creativity. Koopersmith later shifted the holiday’s focus in 2017, urging people to splurge on helping refugees or shelter animals, reflecting a more altruistic approach that not only enhances one’s own well-being but also supports those in need, fostering a sense of community and compassion in the process. Ultimately, splurging can be a multifaceted experience that balances personal enjoyment with the joy of giving back.

Whether it’s buying a luxury item, enjoying a decadent meal, or donating to a cause, National Splurge Day is about balance—celebrating life’s pleasures while staying financially responsible. It’s a day to break away from the mundane routines and immerse yourself in experiences that bring joy and fulfillment. Share your splurge on social media with #NationalSplurgeDay to inspire others, showcasing both the small delights and the grand gestures that make life richer. So, on June 18th, take a moment to treat yourself or someone else to something special, whether it’s a lavish spa day, an exquisite piece of art, or simply a thoughtful gift. Celebrate the joy of indulgence done right, and remember that it’s the little things that can make a big impact in our lives and the lives of those around us. Embrace this day as an opportunity to reconnect with what truly matters to you, creating lasting memories that elevate your spirit and enhance your well-being.

Watergate June 17, 1972: A Cautionary Tale of Political Corruption

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The Watergate scandal, a seismic debacle that shook the very foundations of American politics, erupted in the early 1970s, culminating in the disgraceful resignation of President Richard Nixon. It laid bare a shocking tapestry of power abuses, illegal machinations, and a brazen cover-up that utterly obliterated public trust in government. What follows is a daring exploration of this political theater, its explosive moments, and the indelible scars it left on the nation’s conscience.

On June 17, 1972, five men were arrested for breaking into the Democratic National Committee (DNC) headquarters at the Watergate office complex in Washington, D.C. The burglars, equipped with wiretapping devices and cameras, were caught attempting to bug the DNC offices. They were later linked to the Committee to Re-elect the President (CRP), Nixon’s campaign organization, raising suspicions of political espionage.

The break-in was not an isolated incident but part of a broader campaign of dirty tricks orchestrated by Nixon’s aides to undermine political opponents. This insidious strategy involved a series of coordinated efforts that extended far beyond the infamous Watergate Hotel break-in. It included wiretapping not only of the rival Democratic Party but also of journalists and activists who were critical of the administration. Harassment tactics were employed against prominent figures, intimidating them into silence or compliance. Furthermore, the campaign aimed to spread false information about Democratic candidates during the 1972 presidential election, which effectively sowed discord and mistrust among the electorate. These deceptive practices were designed to manipulate public perception and tilt the election outcome in favor of Nixon, showcasing a blatant disregard for democratic principles and the integrity of the electoral process.

The burglary initially received little attention, but investigative reporting by Washington Post journalists Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein kept the story alive. Their work, aided by a confidential source known as “Deep Throat” (later revealed to be FBI Associate Director Mark Felt), uncovered connections between the burglars and high-ranking officials in the Nixon administration.

A Senate investigation, led by the Senate Watergate Committee in 1973, further exposed the scandal. Key revelations included The existence of a secret White House taping system that recorded Nixon’s conversations. Testimony from former Nixon aide John Dean, who detailed a cover-up orchestrated by the administration. Evidence of illegal campaign contributions, slush funds, and misuse of government agencies like the FBI, CIA, and IRS to target Nixon’s enemies.

The discovery of the White House tapes became pivotal. Nixon initially refused to release them, citing executive privilege, but the Supreme Court ruled unanimously in United States v. Nixon (1974) that he must comply. The tapes revealed Nixon’s direct involvement in obstructing justice, including discussions about halting the FBI’s investigation into the break-in.

On August 8, 1974, facing certain impeachment and conviction for his role in the Watergate scandal, President Richard Nixon announced his resignation in a televised address, becoming the first U.S. president in history to step down from office under such circumstances. This unprecedented event marked a significant moment in American political history, as it raised questions about ethics and accountability in government. Following Nixon’s resignation, Vice President Gerald Ford assumed the presidency, navigating a deeply divided nation grappling with the fallout of the scandal. In a highly controversial move that polarized the public, Ford pardoned Nixon just a month later, sparing him from any criminal prosecution. This decision sparked widespread outrage and debate, as many felt that it undermined the rule of law and set a troubling precedent for future administrations, leaving a lasting impact on public trust in government institutions.

The scandal led to the indictment of 69 people, with 48 convictions, including key Nixon aides like John Mitchell, H.R. Haldeman, and John Ehrlichman. It also spurred significant reforms, such as: The Federal Election Campaign Act Amendments (1974), tightening campaign finance laws. The Freedom of Information Act amendments, strengthening government transparency. Increased oversight of intelligence agencies.

Watergate profoundly eroded public trust in government, contributing to widespread cynicism about politics. The suffix “-gate” became synonymous with political scandals. The scandal also elevated the role of investigative journalism, with Woodward and Bernstein’s work inspiring future generations of reporters.

The Watergate scandal remains a cautionary tale about the dangers of unchecked power and the importance of accountability in democracy. Its legacy endures in ongoing debates about government transparency, executive authority, and the rule of law.

There has been speculation that events that have happened in the last few years, marked by political turmoil and increasing division, will make the Watergate scandal look like child’s play. This comparison stems from a series of unfolding controversies and allegations that have captured the public’s attention and raised serious concerns about the integrity of our institutions. Only time will tell whether these events will indeed reshape our understanding of political accountability and governance, or if they will fade into the annals of history as just another chapter of discord.

Father’s Day June 15, 2025

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Father’s Day in the United States is celebrated on the third Sunday of June, which is today. It’s a day to honor fathers, grandfathers, stepfathers, and father figures for their roles in family and society. This occasion involves giving gifts, writing cards, and spending time together, allowing families to show appreciation and love. Many also take this time to think about the lessons and values taught by their fathers, acknowledging their important influence on lives and communities. Celebrations can vary, with some families enjoying big gatherings or barbecues, while others prefer a quiet day to relax and reflect.

The idea is often credited to Sonora Smart Dodd, who wanted to honor her father, a Civil War veteran who raised six children alone in a time when single parenting was rare and usually stigmatized. Inspired by the success and sentiment surrounding Mother’s Day, she passionately pushed for a similar day dedicated to celebrating fathers and their vital contributions to family and society. The first Father’s Day was celebrated on June 19, 1910, in Spokane, Washington, where Dodd organized a special church service to recognize fathers, encouraging others to join in and celebrate paternal figures as well. It quickly gained popularity, and though it faced various challenges in gaining widespread acceptance over the years, it became a permanent national holiday in 1972 when President Richard Nixon signed it into law, acknowledging the importance of fathers and father figures in American life. Notably, while Father’s Day had been observed for decades prior, it wasn’t until this official recognition that it became a day of celebration marked across the nation. with, cards, and family gatherings.

Common gifts include tools, gadgets, clothing, or personalized items like mugs or cards, which can show the recipient’s interests. Experiences such as family outings, special meals, or adventurous day trips create lasting memories. Families often spend the day together, whether grilling, fishing, or just relaxing at home. Some honor fathers with heartfelt letters that express love and appreciation, making the day more meaningful. While the U.S. celebrates on the third Sunday of June, other countries have different dates, each with their unique traditions. For instance, Australia and New Zealand celebrate on the first Sunday of September, adding a cheerful springtime vibe. Many cultures also include various rituals that enrich the celebration of fatherhood, showcasing the bond between fathers and children worldwide.

In 2025, Americans are projected to spend a record $24 billion on Father’s Day gifts, reflecting a growing appreciation for paternal figures and the importance of celebrating them in our lives, up from $22.4 billion in 2024, according to the National Retail Federation (NRF). This increased spending illustrates a noteworthy trend where more families are choosing to honor their fathers with meaningful gifts, experiences, and gatherings. The average person plans to spend about $199.38 on gifts and celebrations, highlighting a willingness to invest in personal and heartfelt gestures that make the day special. From gourmet dinners to unique gadgets, the variety of gifts available has expanded significantly, allowing individuals to choose presents that resonate deeply with their father’s interests and hobbies.

Finally, have a happy, fun and peaceful Father’s Day.

Pocket Calculators

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When pocket calculators rose to prominence in the early 1970s, they encountered significant skepticism and opposition, particularly from educators and traditionalists. A range of negative criticisms and excuses emerged during this period, grounded in the historical context of the time.

Many educators argued calculators would make students lazy, reducing their ability to perform mental arithmetic or master basic math concepts, which are crucial skills for everyday life. Teachers feared students would rely too heavily on machines instead of learning multiplication tables or long division, leading to a generation that struggles with fundamental mathematics. This reliance could hinder their problem-solving abilities and critical thinking, skills that are not only essential in academics but also in real-world scenarios where quick calculations may be necessary. Furthermore, the concern extended beyond just academic performance; it encompassed a broader issue regarding the potential erosion of cultural literacy in mathematics, as students might miss out on the satisfaction and confidence that come from mastering these essential skills through practice and understanding. As a result, many educators advocated for a balanced approach, incorporating calculators in a manner that would enhance learning rather than undermine it.

Schools worried that calculators would allow students to bypass learning fundamental mathematical concepts by quickly computing answers during tests, thereby undermining the educational process and making it hard to assess true understanding. These concerns highlighted a deeper issue: the fear that reliance on technology could lead students to become overly dependent on devices for simple calculations, stunting their ability to think critically and solve problems independently. Educators emphasized the importance of grasping the underlying principles of mathematics, suggesting that without a solid foundation, students might struggle in higher-level courses. Moreover, there was a growing debate about how to effectively integrate technology into the curriculum without diminishing the value of traditional learning methods. As a result, schools began re-evaluating their policies on calculator use, seeking a balance that would encourage both technological advancement and comprehensive learning.

Critics pointed out that early calculators were prone to errors, had limited functions, and relied on batteries that could fail, making them less dependable than manual methods or mechanical adding machines. These devices often produced incorrect calculations due to their rudimentary technology, which did not account for more complex computations. Furthermore, the reliance on batteries posed a significant drawback; users frequently found themselves without a functioning calculator when power ran low, particularly in critical situations where reliable calculations were essential. The maintenance costs and the need for constant battery replacement added to the overall inconvenience, leading many to prefer the tried-and-true methods of manual calculation or the reliability of mechanical systems. This skepticism about early calculators also reflected a broader hesitation within the industry to fully embrace electronic devices, as users questioned their long-term viability and accuracy in comparison to traditional techniques.

Slide rule users and accountants argued that calculators would render established tools obsolete, threatening the skills of professionals who relied on manual computation methods. They believed the introduction of these electronic devices would not only diminish the use of traditional tools like slide rules and adding machines but also risk a significant loss of practical skills among workers in the field. Many professionals felt that their expertise, honed through years of training and practice, could become undervalued in a world increasingly dependent on automated solutions. This shift challenged the established norms of education and practice, prompting a debate about the importance of foundational skills in an ever-evolving technological landscape. Furthermore, there was a concern that an over-reliance on calculators might lead to a generation of professionals who could struggle with basic numerical reasoning and problem-solving, thus impacting the overall integrity and accuracy in fields where precision is paramount.

Some saw calculators as a gimmick, claiming they didn’t teach problem-solving or critical thinking, just button-pushing, which was viewed as less intellectually rigorous. These critics argued that relying on technology for basic computations could lead to a decline in essential mathematical skills. They believed that the traditional methods of learning, which emphasized manual calculations and deep understanding of mathematical concepts, were being undermined by the convenience of calculators. Furthermore, they expressed concerns that students might become overly dependent on such devices, potentially stunting their ability to approach more complex problems with creativity and confidence. In the long run, they feared that this reliance could result in a generation of learners who lacked the foundational skills necessary for advanced studies or real-world applications.

Do these criticisms sound similar to the ones you hear about artificial intelligence (AI)? It sure does to me. Many people express concerns about the rapid advancement of technology and its implications for society, often raising questions about ethical considerations, job displacement, and the potential for bias in AI systems. Just as the advent of the internet sparked debates about privacy and information overload, the rise of AI brings forth similar discussions about its role in our daily lives and the long-term effects it may have on humanity. These parallels highlight a recurring theme in our relationship with technology: the need for careful scrutiny and responsible development to ensure that progress benefits everyone.

A Journey to Oshkosh: Reconnecting Family

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This is how it started.

My wife, Dee and I were over at Jeff my son’s house for a delightful Christmas time meal, where the warm atmosphere and festive decorations sparked a nostalgic thought within me. “Maybe my Jeff would be willing to take us to Oshkosh, Wisconsin, so we could visit my brother Jack, who I haven’t seen for over twenty years,” I pondered, feeling a wave of emotion. It’s been far too long since I shared precious moments with my sibling. At over eighty years old, and with my brother Jack being five years my senior, I often reflect on the fleeting nature of time and the importance of family connections. Unfortunately, due to my declining health and mobility, I felt apprehensive about embarking on such a trip alone. So, gathering my courage, I approached my son with my request. I asked him if he and his wife Jennifer would consider taking the journey with us. Jeff paused for a moment, contemplating the idea before he responded, saying that he would think about it and let me know, leaving me filled with hope and anticipation for the possibility of reconnecting with my brother after all those years apart.

Two weeks later, Jeff calls with excitement in his voice, saying he would be willing to assist us in this venture to Oshkosh, which filled me with joy and anticipation. I was elated at the thought of reuniting with my brother, cherishing the precious moments together before time on this earth is over for me or Jack. The connection we share is something I hold dear, and I imagined all the stories and memories we could create. After serious consideration, Dee informs me that due to her ongoing medical conditions and the age factor, she feels that she shouldn’t make the trip for her own well-being. I understood her concerns, as her health must come first. Therefore, I call Jeff and informed him to just make plans for me, him, and Jennifer, hoping that this adventure would strengthen our bonds even further while honoring Dee’s decision.

The following evening, Jeff calls me with an intriguing suggestion that Jennifer had proposed. Instead of her attending the trip, she thought it would be a great idea to invite Adam, who happens to be Jeff’s brother, to join us instead. I found this suggestion quite interesting, as Adam, Jeff, and I have not spent some quality time together for many years. So, I decided to call Adam directly to discuss the idea, He responded enthusiastically, saying he would first talk to his wife to see if he could get off work for that weekend, which made me hopeful for a positive outcome. A few days later, I received a call from Adam, excitedly informing me that he had indeed managed to secure the time off, making it possible for him to join us. This development was fantastic news! With this confirmation, Jeff immediately set to work planning the details of our trip, Final arrangements were made for us to leave the evening of Thursday, May 15th, filled with anticipation for the adventure ahead, and return on Sunday morning, May 18th, looking forward to creating some unforgettable memories together. Ensuring our reunion would be one for the books.

On May 15th, Jeff worked in the morning and then picked me up at noon since I live conveniently between where he worked and his home. We decided to have a bite to eat at his home. Then, Mina, took us to the light rail station for the trip to DIA airport. I had never experienced this mode of transportation to DIA before, but Jeff had done this many times and seemed quite knowledgeable about the whole process. I am not a big fan of light rail since the stations are always in a remote area that feels disconnected from the bustling city life, and I don’t feel very comfortable waiting there. Additionally, there is that small number of people you encounter who make you uneasy with their actions or just their general demeanor. Despite my apprehensions, we arrived at DIA without any problem, and as we stepped off the train, I felt a wave of relief wash over me, grateful for the smooth trip and Jeff’s company.

Jeff commented that the security wait during this time of day should be short. Wrong! It took about 40 minutes to get through security, which felt like an eternity with our bags weighing us down. The hustle and bustle of the airport only added to the stress of the afternoon. Finally, we met Adam at the gate to board the plane, relief washing over us as we spotted him in the crowd. The plane to Appleton was a small plane with just 3 seats across, and it was not very comfortable; each bump in the air seemed magnified in such a tiny cabin. Leaving Denver around 5:30 pm, we sat quietly as the sun dipped below the horizon, arriving at Appleton sometime after 10, accompanied by a growing sense of fatigue. After disembarking, we quickly made our way to the rental car, eager to leave the airport behind, and we drove to Oshkosh, arriving about 30 minutes later. As we pulled in, Jack met us, greeted us warmly, showed us to our rooms, and then promptly crashed, utterly exhausted. It has been a long, stressful day, filled with the anticipation of reunion and the weariness of travel.

On Friday we met Jack at 8 am, and his welcoming demeanor immediately put us at ease. Jack is some authority at The Jesuit Retreat House in Oshkosh, Wisconsin, a serene place known for its tranquil environment, where individuals come to seek peace and reflection. That is where we are staying for the weekend, surrounded by the picturesque landscapes that make this retreat house so special. Ironically, this weekend there is not a retreat going on, allowing us to enjoy the facilities more freely without the usual schedule of structured activities. it worked out well that the trip was planned without knowing there would be no retreat this weekend, as it provided us with a unique opportunity to explore the grounds and engage in meaningful conversations with Jack.

We then went to Oshkosh for breakfast, which is about 5 miles away from our place. Jeff, who is an early riser, decided to exercise at a fitness site in Oshkosh. He stumbled upon this charming little restaurant named Good Yolk that caught his attention. Intrigued by its inviting atmosphere, we collectively decided to give it a try, eager to see what breakfast delights awaited us. Jack, always the pragmatist, warned us that in this area, the food portions are normally large, a fact that often accompanies hearty breakfast cultures. He was indeed correct; our plates were overflowing with delicious options. Despite the overwhelming size of the meals, it was all exceptionally good, filled with flavors that made it a memorable experience we were glad to share together.

After breakfast, we drove back to the retreat house, a charming haven nestled in a picturesque setting, where Jack eagerly provided a grand tour of the facilities. It is truly a stunning place, characterized by its serene location on the shimmering shore of Lake Winnebago, surrounded by lush, meticulously maintained grounds that enhance its natural beauty. As we strolled through the property, I was captivated by the breathtaking views. From a cozy lounge area, you have a panoramic view of the lake, where the water sparkles under the sunshine like a blanket of diamonds. They had binoculars available, allowing us to observe the delightful birds flitting about as well as the various activities taking place on the water, such as boats and fishing, adding to the lively atmosphere of this idyllic retreat.

Then after lunch, Jack wanted to take us to Waupaca, Wisconsin, which is an hour away from Oshkosh. They have a facility there where priests go during the summer for resting and relaxing, providing a serene escape from their daily responsibilities. It is only utilized during the warmer months, transforming into a tranquil haven away from the busyness of the outside world, a place where peace reigns, and nature’s beauty captivates hearts. Jack really likes the area and apparently goes there every summer, always returning refreshed and rejuvenated after his visits, sharing stories of his experiences that resonate with a deep sense of connection to this idyllic setting. The drive to the facility is quite scenic; it is isolated, where you navigate down a narrow gravel road for maybe half a mile to reach your destination, surrounded by towering trees that seem to stand as guardians of this retreat. As you drive through this heavily wooded area, the anticipation builds, and you arrive at a location nestled near a beautiful lake, where the calm waters reflect the surrounding nature and cradle the silence that fills the air. Unfortunately, that day, the weather was not our friend, as the wind was blowing hard, rustling the leaves ominously and casting an eerie atmosphere that made our hearts race. On the way back, while navigating down the narrow gravel road, we discovered that a tree had blown over and blocked our path, an unexpected challenge that increased the tension among us. Fortunately, the main trunk did not fall across the road, creating an obstacle we couldn’t ignore. Or we would have been stranded there, with no way to return to civilization. We quickly assessed the situation and were able to move the smaller branches, while Jeff skillfully maneuvered the car around the larger tree trunk, showcasing his adept driving skills. Adam and I worked together to hold back the branches that we couldn’t break away from the trunk, each crack of the branches above adding to the tension, instilling a growing concern that another tree might take a tumble while we were precariously navigating this situation. It was a moment filled with both anxiety and exhilaration, the adrenaline coursing through us as we worked together to overcome this obstacle, but ultimately, we got out unscathed. Yes, that is indeed an ideal place to get away and disconnect from the chaos of everyday life, where one can truly immerse themselves in nature’s embrace, allowing the soothing sounds of the lake and the forest to wash over the soul. We then got a bite to eat. We returned to the retreat house to spend an evening of talking and sharing events in our lives, where laughter echoed against the walls, and the warmth of friendship enveloped us like a comforting blanket.

Saturday, we met at the same time and went for breakfast in Oshkosh at The Mineshaft. This is primarily an evening restaurant, known for its vibrant nightlife and bustling atmosphere after dark. However, to our pleasant surprise, we discovered that they have a very reasonable breakfast menu priced at only seven bucks, which is quite a steal for the quality offered. The menu features a variety of delicious options, from fluffy pancakes to hearty omelets, catering to all breakfast lovers. You can tell that most of their profits are generated from drinks at night and the young crowd that flocks there for the lively energy and socializing. Despite its evening focus, the breakfast experience was enjoyable and filled with the friendly chatter of early risers, making our visit a delightful start to the weekend.

Driving by, we stumbled upon an intriguing establishment, the Military Veterans Museum, which piqued our curiosity, prompting us to make an impromptu visit. The museum showcased a comprehensive display of military conflicts throughout history, featuring an impressive array of vehicles and equipment that have played pivotal roles in combat. Adam and I, being veterans ourselves, felt a deep connection to many of the items and stories on display, as they echoed our own experiences and sacrifices. Jack and Jeff, were equally captivated by the exhibits, sharing their insights and memories as we walked through the museum. After thoroughly exploring, we heard about the EAA Museum of Flight, which was highly recommended by several locals, and decided it warranted a visit. To our amazement, we quickly discovered that EAA was far larger than we had anticipated; it was a treasure trove of aviation history where one could easily spend an entire day taking in the detailed exhibits and aircraft on display. After 2 or 3 hours of exploration, however, the older members of the group were feeling fatigued and agreed it was time to call it a day. Before heading back to the retreat house, we made a stop at a charming Japanese restaurant that Jack had enthusiastically recommended. The food was delicious, providing a delightful culinary experience that was perfect after a day of adventure. Since it was late afternoon, we decided to return to the retreat house to unwind and spend another evening reconnecting with each other. We shared countless tales and stories, reminiscing about the last twenty years we had spent apart. Each narrative was filled with laughter and nostalgia, creating a warm atmosphere that allowed us to strengthen our bonds. This experience was not just enjoyable; it was a memory that we would all cherish forever.

Sunday, we met at 5:45 am to have a small bite to eat, eager to fuel ourselves for the day ahead. After indulging in two days of large, hearty meals, a modest breakfast felt both satisfying and refreshing, a welcome change that allowed us to ease our way into the morning. At 6:30, with a mix of nostalgia and anticipation, we said our goodbyes to Jack, who had been an incredible host throughout our stay. We then drove to Appleton, where the excitement grew as we approached the airport. We managed to get on the plane somewhere around 8:30, and as we took off, I looked out the window at the ever-changing scenery below. The flight was smooth, and I was filled with thoughts of the past few days until we landed at DIA around 10:30. Stepping into the terminal, I was just astonished by the sheer number of travelers bustling around the airport, a vibrant mix of voices and energy. I also couldn’t help but notice that there were very few older travelers in sight; most were young, hurried individuals, all with destinations calling. After navigating through the crowd, Tara, Adam’s wife, picked us up with a warm smile. She took me home first, engaging in light conversation about our trip, followed by a detour to drop off Jeff, wrapping up what had been a memorable journey.

In conclusion, this has been a very memorable experience for me, one that I will cherish forever. I am incredibly glad that it all worked out well for everyone involved, as these moments are truly precious. I feel fortunate to have had the opportunity to visit Jack before our time is up on this earth. These visits remind us of the importance of connection and the bonds we share with our loved ones. Additionally, the time spent with my two sons was absolutely priceless; it filled my heart with joy and gratitude. It has been many years since we made the effort to reaffirm the love and the unbreakable bond a father and his sons share, a connection that will never fade away. Those moments together, filled with laughter and storytelling, not only reignited our familial ties but also allowed us to appreciate the present and the memories we create together.

D-Day, June 6, 1944

Do you remember D-Day June 6, 1944? I do. I was only 2 years old when the event happened, so I must say I learned about D-Day through the stories and historical accounts shared by those around me in the years that followed. In my opinion, this day stands as one of the most significant turning points in history, marking not only a pivotal moment in World War II but also a crucial step towards the liberation of Europe from Nazi occupation. If this day hadn’t happened, it is plausible to think that the United States might have found itself in a dramatically altered world, perhaps speaking German and living under a very different historical narrative. The bravery demonstrated by the Allied forces on that fateful day continues to inspire generations, reminding us of the sacrifices made for freedom and the importance of standing against tyranny when it arises.

Because of D-Day, I spent almost two years in Germany in the US Army, where I dedicated myself to protecting Germany and NATO nations from the ever-looming Soviet threat during the tumultuous 1960s. This was a significant period in my life, filled with a myriad of experiences that shaped my understanding of global affairs and the importance of camaraderie among allied forces. The friendships I forged with my fellow soldiers, alongside the local German populace, created a rich tapestry of memories that I will never forget. I cherish the adventures we embarked upon, from routine drills to engaging in cultural exchanges, all of which deepened my appreciation for the resilience of those living in a divided Europe at that time. The echoes of history resonate within me, reminding me of the sacrifices made and the bonds formed in the face of challenge.

I will always remember D-Day as long as I am spending time on this earth, not only for the sheer scale of the events that unfolded but also for the profound impact it had on the course of history and the lives of countless individuals involved. The bravery exhibited by the soldiers who stormed the beaches that day exemplifies courage in the face of overwhelming odds, forever etching their sacrifice into the annals of history. Each time I reflect on that pivotal moment, I am reminded of the resilience of the human spirit and the importance of honoring the legacy left behind by those who fought valiantly for freedom and peace.

Comparing 1990 Technology to Today’s Technology

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Back in 1990, many conveniences didn’t exist or were not widely available. Here’s a rundown of key differences, based on technological and societal changes:

Cell phones existed but were bulky, expensive, and mostly for voice calls, making them a luxury that only a select few could afford. Smartphones were just a dream on the horizon of technological advancement. During that time, these devices were simply referred to as mobile phones, and they came without features that we consider standard today: there were no touchscreens, apps, or internet access to broaden their capabilities. Communication on the go was a challenge; people often resorted to using payphones or landlines, which were conveniently located in public spaces but required coins for use or were limited to the confines of home. The lack of portable connectivity meant that keeping in touch with family and friends was often dependent on finding a phone booth, leading to planning ahead and sometimes even waiting for hours until one could reach someone. In hindsight, this era marked a significant moment in communication history, setting the stage for the rapid evolution that would follow as technology progressed.

The World Wide Web was in its infancy. The first website launched in 1991. Most people didn’t have internet at home, and dial-up was just starting. No Google, social media, or streaming. Most computers used floppy disks, and modems were slow (e.g., 300 baud). Data was stored on floppy disks or hard drives. No Dropbox or Google Drive for easy file access. Downloading a single image could take minutes. Email existed but was mostly for academics or businesses. No Gmail or widespread personal email accounts.

Netflix, Spotify, or YouTube was not available during that era. Entertainment meant physical media like VHS tapes, CDs, or cassette tapes, which you would carefully store on shelves and handle with care, as they could easily become damaged. You rented movies from Blockbuster, where the excitement of browsing the aisles to find the perfect film was part of the experience, or watched scheduled TV broadcasts that brought families together at specific times each week, creating shared moments of joy and anticipation. The allure of movie nights, complete with popcorn and cozy blankets, highlighted the value of these tangible formats, making each viewing a memorable event.

Navigation relied on paper maps or written directions, which often required careful planning and a good understanding of geography. Car GPS systems were rare and expensive during this era, making them difficult for the average consumer to acquire, and even the few available options were not very user-friendly. As a result, drivers often found themselves grappling with large, unfolded maps while attempting to decipher complicated routes, leading to confusion and, at times, frustrating detours.

Amazon didn’t exist until it was founded in 1994, a time when the internet was still in its infancy and online shopping was merely a concept. Back then, shopping was mostly in-person at malls or stores, where customers would browse physical aisles and interact directly with sales staff. The closest alternative to in-store shopping was the use of mail-order catalogs, which allowed consumers to select products from glossy pages and place orders through the postal service, though this method often involved long waiting times for delivery. This shopping landscape was drastically different from today, where online platforms like Amazon have fundamentally transformed the retail experience, making it more convenient and accessible than ever before.

Platforms like Facebook, X, or Instagram didn’t exist; social interactions were vastly different back then. Connecting with friends and family meant making phone calls, writing letters, or organizing in-person meetups, often involving careful planning and anticipation. The experience of waiting for a response to a letter brought a sense of excitement and patience, creating a tangible connection that was cherished. Face-to-face gatherings allowed for rich conversations and the warmth that could only come from being physically present with others, fostering deeper relationships in a way that many today might overlook amid the convenience of modern technology. The simplicity of these interactions cultivated meaningful bonds and a distinct sense of community that shaped social lives in profound ways.

No Uber, Lyft, or DoorDash. You hailed taxis or cooked and ate out without app-based delivery options, relying instead on the traditional ways of getting around and enjoying meals. This meant planning ahead for your outings, flagging down a yellow cab on the bustling streets or waiting patiently for a taxi to arrive. When it came to food, the lack of delivery apps encouraged you to explore local restaurants more deeply, discovering hidden gems you might have otherwise overlooked. Cooking at home became an opportunity to try new recipes and share hearty meals with family and friends, creating lasting memories over the dining table. While the convenience of technology was absent, it fostered a sense of community and engagement that often felt more rewarding.

Cameras used film, and you waited days to develop photos, creating an exhilarating anticipation for the images captured. The process involved carefully loading film rolls and manually adjusting settings, ensuring every shot counted. No instant previews or sharing online meant you had to savor the memory of each moment before finally seeing the results, often leading to delightful surprises or unexpected disappointments. This slower pace fostered a deeper appreciation for photography as an art form, as each photograph represented a unique story, frozen in time to be cherished later.

No Siri, Alexa, or smart home tech—home automation was once purely the stuff of science fiction, not reality. In the past, the concept of a fully automated home seemed like a distant dream, captured only in movies and novels. People imagined a world where machines could perform everyday tasks seamlessly, making life easier and more efficient. However, as technology has advanced rapidly in recent years, this vision has begun to materialize, transforming our living spaces into interconnected ecosystems of convenience and innovation.

TVs were bulky CRTs, taking up significant space in living rooms, and cable or satellite services offered a limited selection of channels, often leaving viewers longing for more variety. There was no Roku or smart TVs available, which meant that options for streaming content were virtually nonexistent; families relied heavily on scheduled programming and occasional VHS rentals for their entertainment needs. As a result, evenings were typically spent gathered around the television, flipping through the few available channels and enjoying whatever shows happened to be on, fostering a sense of togetherness despite the limitations of the technology.

Books were physical, tangible items that filled our shelves and sparked our imagination, and tablets like the iPad weren’t around to provide a digital alternative. Laptops were heavy and costly, cumbersome to carry and often reserved for those who needed them for work or study, limiting access to technology for many. In a world where the convenience of e-readers and portable devices was merely a dream, the joy of flipping through pages and feeling the weight of a book in hand remained unparalleled, creating a unique connection to the written word that modern technology seldom replicates.

No WhatsApp, Zoom, or Skype. Long-distance communication was expensive via phone or slow via mail, often requiring days or even weeks for a simple message to reach its destination. Friends and family could find themselves separated by vast distances, unable to share in daily experiences or urgent news without incurring hefty charges. Letters had to be meticulously crafted and sent off, leaving an anxious wait for replies, while missed phone calls would linger in the mind, a reminder of the disconnect and longing for connection that technology today has all but erased.

Daily life in 1990 required more planning, physical media, and in-person interactions. Many tasks we now do instantly, like booking flights or checking weather, involved phone calls or manual effort. We are living in a period of technology boom. AI is just beginning. What will we see in the next five years?

However, one concern is that all these conveniences may be destroying social contact, which is essential for healthy human interaction. Since humans are inherently social beings, the need for social interaction is being limited, leading to the possibility of increased feelings of isolation and loneliness. This shift in communication dynamics raises important questions about how this trend will affect the mental health of future generations. The reliance on digital communication over face-to-face interactions might hinder the development of crucial social skills and emotional intelligence. As a result, future adults may struggle to navigate complex interpersonal relationships, potentially leading to heightened anxiety and depression rates. If we do not address these challenges, we may find ourselves facing a society where genuine connections are scarce, leading to further mental health problems that could have long-lasting implications for overall well-being.

Memorial Day: Honoring Sacrifices

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Memorial Day, observed on the last Monday in May (May 26, 2025), is a solemn occasion that honors U.S. military personnel who died in service to their country. This day serves as a poignant reminder of the sacrifices made by these brave men and women, who lost their lives while serving in various conflicts throughout history. Memorial Day honors all fallen service members across wars, not just specific conflicts, unlike Veterans Day, which celebrates all who served, whether in active duty or during peacetime. As communities gather to commemorate this day, they often participate in parades, memorial services, and other activities that not only pay tribute to those who made the ultimate sacrifice but also educate future generations about the importance of honoring our veterans and the freedoms they fought to protect.

Began as “Decoration Day” after the Civil War in 1868, when General John A. Logan called for decorating graves of fallen soldiers to honor their sacrifice and bravery. Waterloo, New York, is recognized as the birthplace, having hosted the first formal event on May 5, 1866, which laid the foundation for what would become a cherished national tradition. Over the years, this observance evolved into Memorial Day, officially becoming a federal holiday in 1971 with the Uniform Monday Holiday Act, which aimed to provide more three-day weekends for the nation’s workers by shifting it to the last Monday in May, thereby creating an opportunity for families to gather and reflect. On this solemn day, flags are flown at half-staff until noon, after which they are raised to full staff, symbolizing the remembrance of the deceased and the resilience of the living. Parades, ceremonies, and grave decorations occur nationwide, especially at Arlington National Cemetery, where thousands come to pay their respects, creating a profound sense of unity and gratitude as the nation pauses to honor those who sacrificed their lives for freedom.

Memorial Day marks the beginning of summer, with many Americans hosting barbecues, spending time with family and friends, or visiting memorials. This day includes activities such as parades and community events, as well as ceremonies to reflect on the sacrifices made for freedom. While enjoying the sun and grilling, people remember those who fought for their country, blending celebration with remembrance on this significant holiday.

This is the day to remember the ones that gave so much to protect and preserve this great country, honoring their sacrifices and bravery as we reflect on the countless lives impacted by their dedication. It is a time for us to express our gratitude, not just with words, but through acts of kindness and service, ensuring that their legacy of courage and commitment continues to inspire future generations. We gather to pay tribute to their unwavering spirit, recognizing the values they fought for and the freedoms we cherish today.

Have a truly wonderful and memorable Memorial Day, filled with joy and heartfelt moments!

Free Lunch at Rosemary’s Café: A Kind Gesture

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The bell above the diner’s door jingled as I stepped into Rosemary’s Café, the familiar scent of fresh coffee and sizzling bacon wrapping around me like a warm hug. It was a crisp Tuesday afternoon, and the place was humming with the usual lunch crowd—truckers at the counter sharing stories from the road, a family in the corner booth animatedly discussing their weekend plans, and a couple of suits talking shop over club sandwiches while occasionally glancing at their watches. I slid into my regular spot by the window, the red vinyl seat creaking under me as I settled in, glancing at the outside world where leaves danced in the gentle breeze. The table had that comforting stickiness from years of syrup spills and quick wipes, a testament to the countless meals shared and memories made within these walls. A waitress, familiar with my preferences, approached with a warm smile, ready to take my order, and I felt a sense of belonging wash over me, grounding me in the bustling atmosphere of this beloved café.

I scanned the room for Amy, the waitress who’d been serving me my turkey melt and black coffee every Tuesday for the past three years. Her brassy laugh and quick wit were as much a part of this place as the checkered floor, always filling the air with a sense of warmth that made each visit feel like a reunion. I could still hear her teasing me about my relentless order, claiming that even a gourmet chef would be bored serving the same dish weekly; her friendly banter often made my day. But today, my search turned up empty, and a younger server, maybe college-aged with a ponytail and a nervous smile, hustled over instead. Her name tag read “Kelly,” and I detected a hint of hesitation in her voice as she greeted me, her eyes scanning the menu before asking if I was ready to order. It was clear she was still finding her rhythm, and while I appreciated the effort, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of nostalgia for Amy’s familiar presence.

“No Amy today?” I asked, flipping open the menu out of habit.

Kelly shook her head, scribbling on her notepad. “She’s out sick. Nasty cold. I’m covering her shift. What can I get you?”

I ordered my usual—turkey melt, fries, coffee—and settled in, watching the street outside through the large window. A delivery truck rumbled by, its engine growling like a hungry beast, and a kid on a skateboard nearly wiped out on the curb, his laughter echoing faintly as he regained his balance and sped away. Kelly brought the coffee fast, though it was a touch weaker than Amy’s perfect pour, missing that rich, full-bodied flavor that always kicked off my mornings. The food hit the spot, as always: bread toasted just right, turkey sliced thin, and fries crisp enough to crunch joyfully with every bite. As I ate slowly, savoring the routine, I couldn’t help but feel it was a little off without Amy’s cheerful “How’s your day?” or her playful teasing about my predictable order, which always made the meal feel warmer and more inviting. The ambiance buzzed with the soft chatter of the other patrons and the scent of grilled sandwiches mingling with freshly brewed coffee, yet the absence of her bright smile made the moment seem strangely hollow, like a dish missing its key ingredient.

When I finished, Kelly dropped the check on the table—$15.47. I reached for my wallet, but she hesitated, then leaned in, her voice low like she was sharing a secret. “Actually, you don’t owe anything today.”

I blinked. “Come again?”

“It’s on the house. Well, not exactly—Amy’s covering it. She left a note this morning, said you’re one of her favorites. Loyal customer and all. She’s been meaning to do something nice for you.”

I sat back, stunned. “Amy’s paying for my lunch? She’s not even here.”

Kelly nodded, a small smile breaking through her nervous energy. “Yeah, she’s got a cold, but she called in to make sure we comped your meal. Said you’re ‘good people.’ Her words.”

I chuckled, warmth spreading in my chest as I thought about how dedicated Amy was to her work. Even in her current state, sick as a dog, she was still thinking about her regulars and the people she cared for. I pictured her at home, bundled in a quilt that must have been her grandmother’s, probably grumbling about missing her shift and wishing she could be there to chat with everyone. “That’s Amy, alright,” I said, a smile creeping across my face. “She’d be the first to tell you that even when under the weather, her heart’s still with us. Tell her I said thanks for always looking out for us, and to get better soon, yeah? We need her back on her feet, brightening up our days with her laughter and stories.”

“Will do,” Kelly said, clearing my plate. “She’ll be back next week, I bet. Tough as nails, that one.”

I left a tip anyway—ten bucks, more than usual, because Kelly was trying hard and genuinely seemed to appreciate the gesture. As I stepped outside, the bell jingling again behind me, I felt lighter, like the world was a little kinder than I’d thought before. The crisp air wrapped around me, invigorating and refreshing my spirit. Amy’s gesture, which might have seemed small to an outsider, wasn’t just about the free sandwich; it was a heartfelt reminder of the quiet bonds you build just by showing up and being present for one another in life’s routine moments. I made a mental note to bring her some of that fancy tea she liked, something soothing and special, when she was back in the café. Loyalty and kindness go both ways, after all, and I felt a deep appreciation for those connections that often go unnoticed.

Reflecting on a Mother’s Endless Love

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Every year, as May unfolds with the vibrant echoes of spring, we take a moment to honor the profound essence of our lives: our mothers. Mother’s Day is not merely a date on the calendar; it is a cherished opportunity to recognize the incredible women who infuse love into every aspect of our being, often while quietly sacrificing their own needs. This day is dedicated to you, Mom—and to every mother whose unwavering love touches and transforms the world.

I think of my own mother, her hands always busy, her heart always open. I see her in the small moments: the way she’d slip an extra cookie into my lunchbox with a scribbled note that said, “You’ve got this.” I hear her in the late-night talks when the world felt too heavy, her voice steady, reminding me I was never alone. Even now, as an adult, her hug feels like home, her laughter like a melody that rights every wrong.

Mothers are our first teachers, our fiercest protectors, our softest landing. They carry us—sometimes literally, sometimes through prayers whispered in the dark—long before we know how to carry ourselves. They celebrate our victories, no matter how small, and mend our broken pieces when life leaves us shattered. Their love is a constant, a lighthouse guiding us through storms we’re too young or too stubborn to navigate alone.

But let’s be honest: we don’t always see it. As kids, we roll our eyes at their worry, dismissing it as unnecessary fuss. We fail to understand that their concern stems from love, a deep-rooted desire to protect us from the harsh realities of life. As teenagers, we mistake their boundaries for chains, believing they limit our freedom and autonomy. In our rebellion, we challenge their authority without recognizing the sacrifices they make for our well-being. It’s only later, when life teaches us its hard lessons through experiences that shape our character, that we realize those rules were love in disguise. Those packed lunches, meticulously prepared with our favorite snacks, those sleepless nights spent waiting up for us to return home safely, those “call me when you get there” texts—they were her heart, stitched into every detail of our lives, a constant reminder of her unwavering support and affection. Each of those gestures is a testament to the deep bond that exists between us, one that we often take for granted until we have the wisdom to appreciate what it truly meant.

This Mother’s Day, I feel compelled to express the gratitude I often overlook: Thank you, Mom. Thank you for the silent tears you bore so that I could radiate joy. Thank you for the aspirations you set aside to elevate my own. Thank you for your unwavering love through my chaos, my blunders, and those times I lost sight of how truly blessed I am to call you mine.

To those whose mothers are no longer here, I feel you. The ache of their absence is a testament to the love they left behind. Celebrate them in the recipes you still make, the stories you tell, the values they etched into your soul. To those who’ve lost children or yearn to be mothers, your love matters, and it’s seen. And to the mothers reading this, exhausted from giving your all: you are enough. Your love is changing the world, one heart at a time.

This Mother’s Day, let’s cherish more than just flowers or cards. Let’s gather with our moms, listen deeply to their stories, and hold their hands gently. Let’s express to them how they are our heroes, our safe haven, our forever support. A mother’s love is truly timeless, unwavering, and steadfast. If your mother is no longer with you, take a moment to reflect on the times you may have taken her for granted, and recognize that you were surrounded by unconditional love, even in moments when it wasn’t fully visible.

Happy Mother’s Day, to every mom, everywhere. You are our everything.

Are There Spirits in Your House?

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Have you ever thought your home was haunted and had a strange past? Perhaps you’ve felt an eerie chill in certain rooms or heard unexplained noises late at night. Many people experience unusual occurrences that leave them wondering about the history of their dwelling. Some even uncover old stories or rumors about previous inhabitants, leading to a fascination with the supernatural. If these thoughts have crossed your mind, you’re not alone; countless individuals feel a deep connection to the mysteries hidden within their homes, igniting curiosity about the lives that once filled those spaces.

Have items been moved and you don’t know how they were moved? Recently, my wife asked me if I had moved a particular package that had been left over from Christmas. I said no, why would I move that package, especially since it was just an old box that we had intended to recycle? She insisted that she didn’t move it either, leading to a perplexing situation where we both found ourselves scratching our heads in confusion. Well, then who moved it? This mystery has lingered in our home since we moved here in 2016, and it seems like small items vanish without a trace, creating an atmosphere of uncertainty. It makes me wonder if there is some unseen force at play or if perhaps, we are just misplacing things more frequently than we realize.

Have you ever been sitting, immersed in your favorite TV show or intently pounding away on your laptop, when suddenly you catch a fleeting glimpse of something in the corner of your eye? I have experienced this puzzling phenomenon more times than I can count. My heart races with curiosity as I instinctively turn my head to investigate, only to find that nothing is there—just the quiet hum of the electronics around me and the dim light of the room. It leaves me wondering: what was it that I saw? Was it merely a trick of the light, or perhaps a shadow playing on the edge of my perception? This disconcerting moment often makes me ponder the edges of my reality and how easily our minds can be ensnared by the unknown.

Have you ever entered a remote part of your home and noticed that the light is inexplicably on? It’s an unsettling feeling, isn’t it? I can’t recall leaving the light on myself, and when I asked my wife about it, she insisted that she hasn’t been in that room for a long time, adding to my confusion. The eerie silence of the empty space only magnifies the mystery. Well, who could have turned on the light? Was it a simple mistake, or is there something more supernatural at play? I can’t help but wonder if I’m alone in this house or if there’s a presence lingering in the shadows, messing with my mind just a bit.

Have you ever looked into a mirror and seen a strange face looking out, one that quickly disappears before you could recognize the image? This fleeting encounter can leave you feeling unsettled and curious, as if your own reflection is taunting you with secrets from your subconscious. Yes, this has happened to me on several occasions, each time leaving me pondering the deeper meanings hidden beneath the surface of my own identity. The moment is brief yet haunting, igniting questions about who we really are and what lies beyond the veil of our everyday appearances.

All we know about the previous owners are that the husband lost his wife some years before he put the house up for sale. Did the wife die in the house or elsewhere, we don’t know, and there are many unanswered questions surrounding her passing that linger in the air like a distant memory, casting a shadow over the home that may still feel the impact of their shared life. After the sale, he moved to Phoenix to be near his son or daughter, seeking comfort and connection in a new environment, yet still holding onto the echoes of their shared past, reminiscing about the joyful moments while grappling with the weight of his loss. He passed on a couple of years after moving to Phoenix, leaving behind not just a house, but a history filled with love and loss, a tapestry woven with the threads of their lives. Are their spirits still making a presence in the house, where moments of joy and sorrow intertwined? Perhaps the walls remember their laughter, and the rooms still feel the weight of their grief, suggesting that the essence of their lives might somehow persist within those four walls, almost as if they have left an imprint on the very atmosphere of the place. After nine years, we still receive mail addressed to them, a curious reminder of their existence that fills us with nostalgia and intrigue. One would think that would have dried up long ago, yet here we are, contemplating the stories behind the envelopes that arrive at our doorstep, each one a whisper from the past that beckons us to remember, to reflect, and to imagine the lives that once thrived in this home.

If there are spirits present, they are good spirits, benevolent entities that seem to watch over us and guide us in ways we cannot always perceive. We have never felt threatened or ever experienced anything really scary; instead, their presence brings a sense of comfort and reassurance. There are millions of questions that will be answered in this strange and mysterious world, from the nature of these spirits to the deeper connections they forge with our lives, as we uncover the hidden truths of existence and explore the profound mysteries that linger just beyond our understanding. This journey invites us to embrace curiosity and seek the wisdom these entities may offer, enriching our lives in ways we have yet to fully comprehend.

In your living experience, have you ever had any intriguing paranormal stories to share? It’s fascinating how often people encounter the unexplained, whether through eerie feelings in old houses, mysterious noises in the night, or encounters with spirits that linger in our memories. These personal stories often spark discussions and stir curiosity, leading us to wonder about the existence of the supernatural. It’s not just about the experiences themselves, but also the emotions and thoughts they provoke. From ghost sightings to unexplainable occurrences, these tales connect us, revealing our shared fascination with the unknown.

The End of the Road

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The garage was a shrine of grease and memory, its air thick with the scent of motor oil and faded dreams. Elias stood in the shadowed space, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, staring at the car that had been his heartbeat for a decade. The ’67 Mustang gleamed under the flickering fluorescent light—midnight blue, chrome polished to a mirror shine, every curve a testament to the years he’d spent bringing her back to life. He loved her more than anything he’d ever known, from the days of tinkering with her engine to the late nights spent on long drives down empty roads, feeling the rush of the wind against his face as the engine roared to life. Every scratch on her surface held a story, each dent a memory of adventure and freedom that now seemed so far away. But now, standing in the garage, that bittersweet nostalgia twisted in his gut in a way he had never anticipated, for he had to destroy her. It felt like tearing apart a piece of his own soul, a sacrifice made in the name of moving forward, even if doing so meant leaving behind the one thing that had always understood him, the one constant in a world full of change and uncertainty.The call had come that afternoon, clipped and cold from a voice he didn’t recognize: “We know about the car. Stolen VIN, traced back to a chop shop bust in ’09. Crush it by morning, or we turn you in. Your choice.” Choice. What a joke. Turning himself in meant jail, losing everything—his shop, his name, the life he’d clawed out of nothing, piece by piece, through relentless grit and determination. Crushing her meant he could keep breathing, prolong the fleeting moments of freedom he had left, and try to find a way out of the suffocating mess he now found himself in. He’d cursed into the phone, slammed it down, pacing the garage until his boots wore a groove in the dust, the weight of the decision pressing heavily on his chest. The flickering fluorescent light overhead cast shadows that danced like specters of his past decisions, taunting him. But the math didn’t lie: one way he lost her, the other he lost everything else—each option felt like a sentence, a countdown to an inevitable loss that seemed to mock his every effort. Desperation clawed at him, urging him to think of a way out, yet his heart raced with the fear of what lay ahead, the unknown playing cruel tricks on his imagination, as he wrestled with the reality of his choices.

She wasn’t just a car. She was the summer he’d found her, rusted out in a junkyard, a skeleton of what she could be, a forgotten relic left to decay under the unrelenting sun. He’d rebuilt her piece by piece—nights spent hunched under the hood, hands black with grease, radio crackling old rock tunes, the air thick with the sweet scent of gasoline and promise. Each bolt he tightened, each dent he hammered out, brought not only life back to her body but also a sense of purpose to his own weary soul. She’d carried him through the worst of it: the divorce that shattered his heart, the bank breathing down his neck with threats that felt all too real, the days he didn’t want to get up, when the weight of the world seemed unbearable. Her engine’s roar was the sound of freedom, an anthem to the resilience that silently painted his days with newfound color; her wheel under his hands the only thing that ever felt like home, a sanctuary amidst the chaos. He’d named her Lola, whispered to her like she could hear him, sharing his secrets and dreams, and maybe she could, wrapped in the mystery of their bond, an unspoken understanding that transcended words. Together, they forged memories on winding roads, their adventure an escape, as the miles stretched beneath them like the fabric of a life reborn.

The sledgehammer leaned against the workbench, its head dull and heavy, a silent testament to the destruction about to unfold. Elias picked it up, feeling the weight settle into his bones, a physical reminder of the decision he had made. His throat tightened as he stepped closer, the Mustang’s grille staring back like a loyal dog that didn’t know what was coming, its once-pristine shine now a cruel contrast to his growing fury. He raised the hammer, hesitated for just a moment as memories flooded his mind—the late nights spent polishing the chrome, weekends dedicated to tuning the engine, and dreams of cruising down the coast. With a deep breath, he brought it down. The windshield shattered with a sound like a gunshot, glass spraying across the hood in a million tiny facets that sparkled in the light, an ironic beauty to the chaos. He swung again, denting the fender he’d spent months perfecting, the metal groaning under the blow as if it were mourning its own fate. Each hit was a wound—headlights smashed, doors caved in with a satisfying crunch, the roof buckling like a broken spine under relentless assault. His arms burned, sweat dripping into his eyes as his breath came in ragged bursts, yet he didn’t stop; he couldn’t stop, driven by an emotion he could hardly name, until she was unrecognizable, a heap of twisted steel and shattered pride, a manifestation of all his frustration and loss, standing as a grim reminder of what he once cherished and had been forced to destroy.

When it was over, he dropped the hammer, his hands trembling, knuckles flecked with blood where the skin had split. The garage was silent except for the drip of coolant pooling beneath her corpse, a tragic reminder of the devastating decision he had made. He’d killed her. Ten years of late nights spent in the glow of fluorescent lights, of scrounging for parts from rickety salvage yards, of feeling alive every time he turned the key—all gone in twenty minutes of a blinding moment fueled by panic and desperation. He could’ve fought, could’ve tracked down the bastard on the phone, taken the risk that lingered in the back of his mind like a ghost; he could have saved her. But he’d chosen survival over loyalty, sacrificing everything that had once mattered to him for a fleeting chance at escape. The shame of it burned worse than the ache in his shoulders, a searing guilt that wrapped around him like a vise, squeezing out any semblance of comfort he might have found in the remnants of his former life. The tools that had once brought him joy now lay scattered, mocking him with their uselessness as he stood there, grappling with the irreversible reality of what he had done.

Tomorrow, he’d haul what was left to the scrapyard, watch the crusher finish what he’d started, and tell himself it was worth it. The cops wouldn’t come, the shop would stay open, life would grind on. But tonight, Elias sank onto the cold concrete, staring at the wreckage of the thing he’d loved most—his heart heavy with memories. The echo of her engine still ringing in his ears, a haunting melody of joy and freedom now turned to sorrow. The garage felt emptier than it ever had, and so did he, as he reminisced about the countless nights spent tinkering, the laughter shared, the dreams discussed under the flickering fluorescent lights. Each dent and scratch on the car told a story, a testament to their journey together, and now, with the realization that it was all coming to an end, a deep sense of loss enveloped him. Each breath felt labored as he mourned not just the loss of the car, but the pieces of himself that had been intertwined with it, leaving an ache that would linger long after the metal was crushed and gone.

Celebrating 30 Years of Love: Our Anniversary Journey

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Today marks a significant milestone in our lives as we celebrate our 30th anniversary together, a journey filled with love, laughter, and cherished memories. It was on April 22, 1995, that we exchanged our vows, embarking on a beautiful adventure that has only grown richer with the passing years. Over the decades, we have navigated the ups and downs of life, always finding strength in our partnership, and today we reflect on the countless moments that have shaped our story.

This was a midlife marriage, a time when many people begin to reflect on their past choices and seek new beginnings. Dee, my wife, and I had both experienced previous marriages that came to a shocking end, leaving us with a complex array of emotions and lessons learned. We met later in life, both carrying the weight of our pasts but also a renewed hope for the future. Our shared experiences brought us closer, allowing us to understand each other in ways that maybe we couldn’t have at a younger age. We embarked on this journey together, committed to creating a loving and supportive partnership that we had both longed for.

We picked up each other and have forged an extraordinary, lasting relationship over forty remarkable years, overflowing with priceless memories and vibrant experiences that have only deepened the flames of our bond. Throughout these decades, we have passionately navigated the exhilarating highs and heart-wrenching lows of life together, fiercely supporting one another through every challenge and joy, allowing our love to blossom and intensify with each precious moment we share.

I look at her now and realize how fortunate and lucky that our lives crossed, as each moment spent together has woven rich memories into the fabric of our existence, shaping my understanding of love, friendship, and the beauty of shared experiences. Her laughter sparkles like sunlight breaking through the clouds, illuminating the darkest days, and the deep conversations we’ve had have opened my eyes to new perspectives that I had never considered before. The journey we’ve embarked on together has not only strengthened our bond but has also enriched our souls, creating a unique path that feels both surprising and beautifully destined.

Hopefully we will have many healthy years together, filled with joyful memories, shared adventures, and the kind of love that grows stronger with each passing day. As we navigate the ups and downs of life, I look forward to cherishing every moment and supporting each other through challenges, all while creating a lifetime of happiness and laughter.

Easter Thoughts 2025

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Here it is the Thursday before Easter. Dee and her granddaughter Danielle are busy in the kitchen, their laughter and chatter filling the air as they make Easter pie, a cherished Italian tradition that has been passed down through generations. This delightful dish is a highlight of the Easter meal, made with a hearty mix of sausage, creamy eggs, flour, and a flaky crust that envelops all the goodness inside. After making a trip to the local market, they bought twenty dollars’ worth of ricotta cheese, which is essential for the richness of the pie, while Danielle is responsible for bringing the sausage and eggs, carefully selected for their freshness. As they preheat the oven and prepare the ingredients, the intoxicating aroma of herbs and spices wafts through the kitchen. They are both filled with excitement and anticipation, though it’s still too early to tell how many pies they will end up making together. I would guess four or more, as they often make extras to share with family members and friends who look forward to this beloved treat each year.

Reflecting on my past Easters brings back a flood of memories intertwined with my upbringing as a Catholic. I remember the forty days of Lent vividly; it was a time filled with both reflection and challenges. The tradition of abstaining from meat on Fridays was a weekly reminder of sacrifice and commitment to faith. During Lent, the requirement to fast was particularly strict; the last two meals could not exceed the portion of a humble breakfast, and it always felt like a test of willpower. You were expected to give up something meaningful for Lent, akin to making a New Year’s resolution, and while I attempted to adhere to this tradition, I eventually gave up on both the resolutions and the need to consciously think about them. Stations of the Cross every Friday during Lent served as a poignant reminder of the suffering endured, and we were repeatedly reminded of our humanity and the burden of sin, reinforcing a narrative that getting to heaven was an arduous journey requiring effort and perseverance. Dressing up for Easter service was always a highlight, transforming the event into a cherished occasion marked by the joy of community and tradition, followed by a family meal that often included all the favorite dishes, symbolizing abundance and togetherness. In recent years, I’ve noticed that the church’s Easter guidelines have eased up quite a lot, reflecting a shift towards a more inclusive and less stringent interpretation of faith practices, which has allowed many to approach these traditions with a lighter heart.

The Easter Bunny was around with the Easter egg hunt, a delightful tradition that either brings families together or turns into a comical disaster as kids trip over each other in the quest for chocolate glory. You had to hard boil the eggs and then color them with vibrant dyes, turning plain whites into a joyful array of colors—and let’s be honest, probably staining everything in the kitchen, including that stray cat who decided it was the perfect time to investigate. Does anyone even do that anymore? It feels like a nostalgic ritual that’s been replaced by plastic eggs that come pre-filled with candy, making it all too easy—no mess, no fuss, but also no fun. Surely some of the eggs were hidden so well they weren’t found until the middle of summer, where they turned into little time capsules of kindness and rank odors. The memories of those egg hunts, filled with the thrill of discovery and the sweet anticipation of treats, stand out as the highlight of spring, even if most of the excitement came from the fear of what might crawl out from the grass!

Easter has increasingly become a commercialized event, overshadowing its original significance, which was rooted in spiritual renewal and resurrection. The numerous marketing campaigns and consumer-driven activities, such as extravagant egg hunts and lavish floral displays, seem to distract from the deeper cultural and religious foundations of the holiday. This raises concerns about the ongoing efforts to alter or eliminate many American traditions that hold profound meaning, as more families prioritize shopping and entertainment over meaningful gatherings and reflection. As society continues down this path, it begs the question of what we stand to lose in our understanding of Easter’s true essence and the values it once represented, prompting a broader dialogue about the preservation of our cultural heritage in the face of commercialization.

Measles Resurgence

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As of April 9, 2025, measles is making headlines in Colorado, raising alarm bells among public health officials and residents alike. This highly contagious, vaccine-preventable disease, once nearly eradicated in the United States, is showing signs of resurgence. With three confirmed cases reported in the state this year, it’s time to take a closer look at what’s happening, why it’s a problem, and what we can do about it.

Colorado has seen a troubling increase in measles cases recently. The first case was confirmed on March 31 in an unvaccinated adult from Pueblo who traveled to Mexico, followed by an unvaccinated infant diagnosed on April 7 after a trip to Chihuahua. Most concerning is a third case on April 8 in Archuleta County—an adult with unknown vaccination status who hadn’t traveled outside the state, suggesting the virus may be circulating locally.

Measles is more than just a childhood rash—it’s a serious illness that can cause severe problems, especially for those who aren’t vaccinated. Symptoms usually begin with fever, cough, runny nose, and red, watery eyes, followed by a rash that spreads downward from the face. While most people heal, the dangers are significant: about one in five unvaccinated people who get measles may require hospitalization. For children, it can lead to pneumonia, brain swelling (encephalitis), or even death—up to three in every 1,000 infected kids may not survive.

The disease’s contagiousness is what makes it so dangerous. Measles spreads through the air when an infected person coughs or sneezes, and the virus can linger in a room for up to two hours after they’ve left. If 90% of unvaccinated people in that space are exposed, they’ll likely catch it. That’s why vaccination rates matter so much—when 95% of a community is immunized, “herd immunity” kicks in, protecting even those who can’t get vaccinated, like infants or people with certain medical conditions.

Colorado’s vaccination rates are dropping, posing a serious problem. For the 2023-2024 school year, only 93.7% of K-12 students were fully vaccinated against measles with the MMR vaccine, below the 95% needed for herd immunity. Some areas, like Archuleta County, report even lower rates of about 87%. Low vaccination rates are common across the state, particularly in rural districts and places like Boulder, where hesitancy persists despite high education and income levels.

Travel is another critical factor influencing the spread of infectious diseases. Two of Colorado’s recent cases were directly linked to international trips to Mexico, where outbreaks are still ongoing and health officials are closely monitoring the situation. With spring break season in full swing and summer travel quickly approaching, the risk of importing measles into the state—or exacerbating its spread within local communities—grows significantly. Additionally, Colorado’s diverse and mobile population, which includes residents and visitors frequently traveling for work, recreation, or family visits, means these cases might not remain isolated for long. As people interact in various settings such as airports, hotels, and public events, the potential for transmission increases, posing a challenge to public health efforts aimed at controlling the outbreak and ensuring community safety.

The Colorado Department of Public Health and Environment (CDPHE) is on high alert. They’re working with local health agencies in Pueblo, Denver, and Archuleta County to investigate these cases, identify potential exposure sites, and notify anyone who might have been at risk. For example, people who visited Southwest Deli and Cafe in Pueblo from March 17-21, Denver Health’s ER on April 6, or Wolf Creek Ski Area from March 28-30 are being told to watch for symptoms like fever or rash for 21 days after possible exposure.

The CDPHE is also pushing hard on vaccination. The MMR vaccine is 97% effective after two doses, and it’s the best defense we’ve got. They’re encouraging everyone—especially those planning travel—to check their vaccination status via the Colorado Immunization Information System (CIIS) and get vaccinated if needed. For infants 6-11 months heading to outbreak areas, an early dose is recommended, even though the standard schedule starts at 12-15 months.

Here’s how to keep yourself and your community safe:

  1. Check Your Status: If you’re unsure whether you’ve had two MMR doses, ask your doctor or check the CIIS portal. Adults born after 1957 who got vaccinated before 1968 might need a booster, as early vaccines were less effective.
  2. Get Vaccinated: It’s not too late. The MMR shot can even prevent infection if given within 72 hours of exposure. Pharmacies, clinics, and doctor’s offices across Colorado offer it, often at low or no cost.
  3. Monitor Symptoms: If you’ve been to a potential exposure site, watch for signs of measles for three weeks. If you feel sick, call your doctor ahead of time—don’t just show up and risk spreading it.
  4. Spread the Word: Talk to friends and family about vaccination. Misinformation has fueled hesitancy, but the science is clear: the MMR vaccine is safe and it works.

Will these three cases fizzle out, or are we on the brink of a larger outbreak? That depends on us. Colorado hasn’t seen locally transmitted measles since the mid-1990s, but with 607 cases nationwide this year—mostly tied to outbreaks in Texas and New Mexico—the threat is real. Texas alone has reported over 500 cases and two child deaths, a stark reminder of what’s at stake.

I remember when I had measles in grade school. It was a time filled with discomfort and frustration, as I felt utterly miserable and would not wish it on anyone. The rash that covered my body itched incessantly, and I found myself unable to resist scratching, which led to scarring on my forehead that lasted for a considerable amount of time. This particular spot became a reminder of my illness, a place where I scratched without fully realizing the consequences. It was one of the many childhood diseases one had to endure during that era. This experience took place before vaccines were discovered, leaving countless children to grapple with ailments that could have been easily prevented. My days were spent confined to bed, surrounded by the faint sounds of laughter from my friends outside, a stark contrast to the isolation I felt during that time.

The Edge of Nightmares, Confronting the Unknown

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Sometimes I have the strangest dreams, where the boundaries of reality blur and the impossible becomes palpable, weaving intricate stories that leave me questioning their origins as I wake, caught between the allure of the bizarre and the comfort of my everyday life. These dreams transport me to fantastical realms where gravity loses its grip and colors pulsate with life, inviting me to dance with shadows and converse with whispers of forgotten tales. In this surreal tapestry, I often find myself on the precipice of fear and wonder, exploring landscapes that defy logic, yet feel oddly familiar, as if they were fragments of my own forgotten memories. As I drift further into slumber, the lines between my day-to-day existence and these vividly twisted narratives continue to intertwine, drawing me into a hypnotic cycle of fantasy that is both thrilling and unsettling. I guess I should watch what I eat for supper.

I steady myself on the jagged cliff’s edge, the volcanic wasteland sprawling before me like a nightmare carved in fire and stone. The heat rising from the glowing fissures sears my skin even through your worn-out gear, and the ash in the air clings to my face, gritty and relentless. That low rumble grows into a bone-deep shudder, and a plume of sparks erupts from a nearby crevasse, showering the ground with flecks of molten light. The cliff groans under my weight, a hairline fracture spiderwebbing out from my boot—time’s not on my side here.

Below, the twisted metal spires glint dully through the haze, their skeletal frames half-buried in drifts of blackened sand. You squint and catch more movement: those shadows aren’t just tricks of the light. They’re humanoid, but their jerky, deliberate motions suggest they’re either desperate or deranged—maybe both. One pauses, head tilting as if it’s caught my scent on the wind, and a glint of something sharp flashes in its hand. Bandits, scavengers, or survivors gone feral; doesn’t matter—they’re trouble. Beyond them, a faint green flicker pulses from one of the spires, maybe a working power source or a trap waiting to spring.

MY satchel slaps against my hip as I shift, the weight of its meager contents a grim reminder of your odds. The energy cell’s got enough juice for a single burst—maybe to power a tool or fry something coming at me, but it’s a one-shot deal. The canteen’s metal is dented, water sloshing low, barely enough to wet my throat in this furnace. The comms device crackles again, spitting out a distorted fragment: “…sector breach… containment failing…” before it dies back into static. Could be a warning, could be old noise—either way, it’s not calling for help anytime soon.

That howl cuts through the air again, closer now, reverberating off the cliffs. I risk a glance over my shoulder and spot something loping through the ash clouds—a hulking shape, too big for a man, its outline bristling with spines or jagged plating. It’s not rushing me yet, but it’s circling, testing. The wind shifts, carrying a stench of sulfur and rot, and you realize it’s not alone; smaller shapes skitter in its wake, like pups trailing a predator.

The cliff’s fracture widens with a sickening crunch, echoing through the still air and sending a jolt of adrenaline through my veins, forcing me to decide between dropping down toward the jagged spires below, where darkness lurks and the shadows seem to breathe with menace, or backtracking into the desolate wastes where that relentless creature is stalking my every move. The green flicker in the distance pulses again, a beacon of uncertainty that tempts me with the slim chance of salvage or a fleeting sanctuary, but I wonder if it’s a mirage, a cruel trick played by the landscape to ensnare me further in danger. My hand hovers over the energy cell, the weight of my choices pressing heavily on my chest, pulse hammering in my ears as I grip it tightly, trying to quell the rising tide of panic and indecision that threatens to paralyze me. What’s my play? Each option seems fraught with peril, yet the instinct for survival urges me to act before the cliff crumbles further, plunging me into deeper chaos. Fortunately, I woke up.

My 2001 S10 Chevy Pickup

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Saying Goodbye to My Trusty 2001 S10 Chevy Pickup

For over two decades, my 2001 S10 Chevy Pickup was more than just a vehicle—it was a reliable companion. I bought it back in the day with a clear purpose: to tackle my 18-mile commute to work. It did that job faithfully, day in and day out, without complaint. But as life shifted gears, so did my need for it. I retired in 2006, and since then, the little truck’s role in my life slowly faded. In the last couple of years, I barely put 500 miles on it annually. With just 75,000 miles on the odometer, it still had plenty of life left, but it was clear it was time to let go.

The decision to sell wasn’t easy. That truck had been a steady presence, sitting in the garage, ready whenever I needed it. But practicality won out. It wasn’t getting much use anymore, and I figured I could save a bit on insurance and the occasional upkeep. Besides, a vehicle like that deserves to be driven, not just parked. So, after some thought, I decided to sell it to someone who’d appreciate it as much as I did—my son-in-law, Steve.

Steve was thrilled to take it off my hands. He’s always had a soft spot for that kind of truck, and I knew he’d treat it right. Sure enough, he’s been taking great care of it—keeping it clean, staying on top of any little things it needs, and driving it with the kind of enthusiasm I had back when it was my daily ride. What’s even better is that he’s told me I can borrow it anytime I want. It’s nice to know it’s still in the family, and I can hop in for a spin whenever nostalgia hits.

That S10 was a good truck—rock-solid and dependable. In all the years I owned it, the only repair it ever needed was a new oxygen sensor. That’s it. No major breakdowns, no headaches. Just a tough little pickup that got the job done. Even now, after letting it go, I miss it. There’s something about the hum of that engine and the feel of the wheel in my hands that tugs at me every now and then.

Selling it to Steve feels right, though. It’s not gone forever—just passed along to someone who’ll give it the miles and memories it deserves. I’m glad it’s in good hands, and I’ll always look back on my time with that Chevy with a smile.

My Legacy 2nd Edition

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On May 21, 2024, I posted this blog. I have been interested in AI (artificial intelligence) lately and I thought I would try something. The first section is the original post and the second is the same post, but I used AI to enhance the post.

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I never thought much about a legacy until after my near-death experience in February of 2023. My Bloodclot (Podcast). After the event I started to reconcile my life and thought, “why was I given a second chance?” I must have some unfinished business to do before my journey is over. I am just a mere mortal. I do not jump over tall buildings or stop speeding bullets. All I have is over eighty years of life on this earth. Searching for the purpose of a second chance I have decided to write about events and experiences in my life. Last August I remembered I had a site on WordPress and became active in the site. Since then, I have posted many events. Is this the purpose for the second chance? Who knows for sure.

The legacy I want to leave behind is, He was a good man. He tried to do the right thing. He was fair and didn’t take advantage of his fellow man. His faith of God and life after death was strong.

I hope my two sons remember me as a good father who did what he thought was right and necessary so they can live a good and productive life.

I hope my spouses do not regret that the years they spent with me was good years together and do not regret the years together.

I hope my stepchildren do not regret that I came into their lives and can call me stepdad with pride.

I hope all the other people I have come in contact with can say, “he was a good man!”

This is the same posting but was enhanced with AI.

I never thought much about a legacy until after my near-death experience in February of 2023. My Bloodclot (Podcast). After the event, I started to reconcile my life and thought, “why was I given a second chance?” This profound question resonated within me, leading me to reflect deeper on the moments that shaped my existence. I must have some unfinished business to do before my journey is over, some stories yet to tell. I am just a mere mortal, trying to navigate the complexities of life. I do not jump over tall buildings or stop speeding bullets; rather, I face each day with the wisdom that only comes from lived experience. All I have is over eighty years of life on this earth, each year contributing to my understanding of joy, sorrow, triumph, and loss. Searching for the purpose of a second chance, I have decided to write about events and experiences in my life, hoping that sharing my journey might resonate with others facing their own trials and tribulations. Last August, I remembered I had a site on WordPress and became active in the site, driven by a newfound sense of urgency to connect and share. Since then, I have posted many events that reflect my growth and transformation. Is this the purpose for the second chance? Who knows for sure, but I am committed to exploring this path, whatever it may reveal about my legacy and the impact I can have on others.

The legacy I want to leave behind is, He was a good man. He tried to do the right thing in all situations, often putting others’ needs before his own. He was fair and didn’t take advantage of his fellow man; rather, he stood up for justice and compassion in the community. His unwavering faith in God and life after death was strong, providing him with the strength to face life’s challenges with grace. He inspired those around him to reflect on their own values and encouraged them to pursue a path filled with kindness and integrity, leaving a mark that would remind everyone of the importance of living a life rooted in love and morality.

I hope my two sons remember me as a good father who did what he thought was right and necessary, always striving to be a positive influence in their lives. I want them to recall the moments we spent together, the lessons I tried to impart, and the values I hoped to instill in them so they can live a good and productive life filled with integrity, kindness, and perseverance. It’s my wish that they carry forward the teachings of hard work and compassion, using these principles as their foundation in navigating the complexities of the world as they grow older and make their own decisions.

I hope my spouses do not regret that the years they spent with me were good years together, full of fond memories and shared experiences, nurturing our bond as a family and building a solid foundation for our future. I wish for them to reflect on the moments of joy, laughter, and even the challenges we faced, knowing that all of it contributed to a rich tapestry of life we created together, and that they look back at our time together with a sense of fulfillment and appreciation, rather than any sense of regret.

I hope my stepchildren do not regret that I came into their lives and can call me stepdad with pride, knowing that I am committed to being a positive and supportive presence in their journey. My aim is to build a strong bond with each of them, filled with love, trust, and respect. I want them to feel comfortable sharing their thoughts and dreams with me, fostering an environment where they can grow and thrive. As we create lasting memories together, I aspire to be someone they can rely on, offering guidance and understanding as they navigate the complexities of life.

I hope all the other people I have come in contact with can say, “he was a good man!” Throughout my life, I have strived to embody kindness and integrity in everything I do, making a concerted effort to lend a helping hand or offer a listening ear when needed. It’s my desire that those who crossed paths with me will remember not just the surface-level interactions, but the genuine compassion and understanding I aimed to share with them. In reflecting on my journey, I hope they can recall moments of laughter, heartfelt conversations, and the small gestures that made a difference, ultimately leading to the sentiment that I was indeed a good man.

What do you think? I noticed that the podcasts have more than doubled in length. That is understandable because it has been difficult for me to enumerate on a topic.

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Ramblings Magazine Issue #10

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Just a Thought for March 6, 2025

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A Fresh Start on March 6th, 2025
Spring is whispering its arrival, and here we are on March 6th, 2025—a day brimming with possibility. The world feels like it’s waking up from a long nap, doesn’t it? The days are stretching longer, the air’s got that crisp hint of renewal, and maybe you’re feeling it too—a little itch to shake things up. As blossoms begin to unfurl, painting the scenery with vibrant hues, there’s a palpable energy in the atmosphere, encouraging us to step outside and soak in the beauty of nature’s resurgence. The laughter of children playing in the parks, the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze, and the sun casting a warm, inviting glow serves as a gentle reminder that change is not only possible but inevitable. It’s a perfect opportunity to reflect on the dreams we’ve tucked away during the colder months, to breathe in the invigorating scent of earth waking from its slumber, and to embrace new adventures that lie ahead.

Today’s as good a day as any to lean into that energy. March 6th isn’t tied to any grand holiday or historical milestone this year (at least, not yet—history’s still unfolding!), but that’s what makes it perfect. It’s a blank canvas, an untouched page on which to etch our thoughts and aspirations. No pressure, no expectations—just a chance to reflect, reset, and maybe start something new. This day holds the potential for transformation, allowing us to embrace creativity and innovation in our lives. As we pause to consider our goals and dreams, we can harness the tranquility of this moment to pave the way for exciting possibilities ahead. Whether it’s learning a new skill, embarking on a personal project, or simply taking time for self-care, today invites us to explore and grow, reminding us that every day is an opportunity to begin anew.

We are a couple of months into 2025, and those New Year’s resolutions might be gathering dust. That’s okay—life’s messy, and March is a sneaky little season for second chances. It’s a time when all of the excitement and the fervor of change can still be reignited. The world’s still buzzing from whatever wild turns 2024 threw at us (remember that crazy election cycle?), and now’s the time to carve out your own story amid the noise. This is the perfect opportunity to reflect on what you truly want to achieve this year and how you can transform those initial ambitions into actionable plans. Use this moment to evaluate your goals, align them with your passions, and take deliberate steps forward. Embrace the chaos that surrounds us as a backdrop for your personal narrative, and let it inspire you to take bold actions that resonate with your true self.

Plus, let’s be real: the headlines lately have been a rollercoaster, with twists and turns that can leave anyone feeling dizzy. Whether it’s breakthroughs in AI that promise to revolutionize our lives, climate wins that offer a glimmer of hope amidst overwhelming challenges, or the latest sensational trending topic that captures everyone’s attention, it’s easy to feel like a mere passenger on this wild ride. Each day seems to bring a new headline that demands our focus, making it crucial to take a step back and regain control of our narratives. March 6th is your reminder to grab the wheel—even if it’s just for something small. Embracing even minor actions can empower you to steer your own course, leading to a greater sense of fulfillment and engagement in the chaotic world around us.

Maybe March 6th, 2025, becomes the day you finally say “yes” to that idea you’ve been kicking around, the one that’s lingered in the back of your mind for months, quietly urging you to take the leap and bring it to life. Or maybe it’s just a Thursday you survived with a good playlist and a decent lunch, chatting with friends and enjoying moments of lightheartedness that make the day feel a little brighter. Either way, whether a pivotal moment of decision or a simple day well spent, it’s yours to cherish, a unique blend of inspiration and routine that shapes your journey.