Growing Old For Dummies

Summer Camp-A Dream Come True

2005-06-14T12:22:00.000-07:00

You can live without it, but if you miss Summer Camp you've missed a lot. It started out in the Fall when it was announced that next year we'll be old enough and experienced enough to go to Camp for two weeks. The cost would be $80.00 all meals included. No this isn't this year 2005; it's 1963.

In order to go we would all have to save money/earn money. One way was by selling raffle tickets for a Thanksgiving turkey. Ten cents a ticket, twelve on one page for $1.00. We got to keep half in our Camp Bank.
I made over $40.00 and had just $40.00 to go, I thought. The holidays came and went. We were supposed to go to camp the last two weeks in June. I made more money running errands and even tried to get a job, to no avail. No one wanted to hire a 12 year old. I had about $60.00 and things weren't looking too good.

I come from a family of 4 boys and a girl. My folks had just bought the house we were living in and were struggling. Both parents worked to make ends meet. There wouldn't be much money coming from home and I was worried I'd never see camp. They could hardly afford to buy us shoes. As I recall; I had walked around much of the Spring with a flip flop. Oh, not the sandal, but shoes that had the sole come loose so that when I walked the whole sole would flop when I walked. I would get it glued at the local shoemaker's store, but it never held.

This is probably the first time I came to appreciate the generosity of my neighbors. Our leader of summer camp knew that several kids wouldn't be able to come up with the money so he went out and recruited "Sponsors."
My sponsor actually paid for my whole summer camp and I had the money I earned/saved to spend. How great is that! My sponsor was the VFW Post from Portage Park-Chicago who also had a ladies' auxiliary. About monthly; at our meetings the ladies would always have a sweet table filled with cookies and brownies, FOR FREE! I always managed to take one or two home to Mom who would always save it and take it to work to eat at lunch.

The big day arrived. Downtown we went, a huge duffel bag in tow filled with clean underwear and tee shirts inscribed with my last name in indelible India Ink. There it was; Union Station where upon arriving encountered a throng of over 500 boys all going to the same camp. The train ride itself was an experience; as for me it was my first time ever on a train. It had drinking fountains and paper cups at either end of the car and even a bathroom.
I learned how to "pop" a paper cup by turning it over on the floor and stomping it with my heel. On the train we would sing "camp" songs and soon also learned there were other songs besides "Row Row Your Boat" and "100 Bottles of Beer on the Wall"

Our duffels were sorted by camp, I suppose there were 5 camps altogether; two at one lake and three on another. We always went to Camp West and as I soon found out our arch rivals were across the lake at Camp Stuart. Plans were made on the train, alliances formed and little did we realize; new friends, true friends that will never be forgotten.

Arriving at the area of the Camp we were lead over dunes and around pine trees; thru a marshy clay swamp about 2-3 miles from the train to Camp West! Our site was up on a hill. Our tents were already there; all set-up and even had a wooden floor. A truck brought our duffels which we didn't bother to unpack. Dinner was in half an hour at the mess hall. Just enough time to take a leak. Well some of us did. The toilets or Kybos as they were called were of the outdoor type and reeked. There were those who elected to "hold it."

We would wait outside the mess hall for the bell and then go inside to find our assigned places. We would sit in the same place almost everyday. We had 10 people to a table, two leaders at either end with 4 kids on either side. One "volunteer" would serve the food (bring it family style to the table). Two "volunteers" would do the cleanup including washing dishes, table and floor.

Dry and thirsty the first thing on the table was 'bug juice' "Hey, I'm not drinking that! What is it anyway?" These were the moans and groans all around the table. It turns out it's just Kool-Aid and let me tell you bug juice or not, it was ice cold and gooood! I don't know how the staff ever did it. Three meals a day, breakfast, lunch and dinner on time and so good, I mean; very good. It wasn't just because we were hungry. I never saw any food wasted.

After dinner it was announced that the Camp Store would be open for one hour. We decided it was time to stock up on pop and candy. Well, it seems like a good idea at the time. The pop went warm inside of an hour and the candy melted in your pocket. Stocking up really wasn't such a good idea. The store also sold craft materials that we could buy and have our leader show us how to make things like a lanyard that could hold a whistle by simply braiding. Since I didn't have a whistle I made an "Indian Bracelet." This looked much like the friendship bracelets of today only much more colorful. The store had everything, binoculars, knifes, shoelaces, the Camp Patch, and they paid a deposit on empty bottles of pop. We spent a lot of time collecting bottles and chasing frogs. This all stopped abruptly when one day while looking for bottles and frogs we came across a huge hissing black snake that scared the hell out of us. We were assured by our leader that the snake was harmless, a black racer, but they never hiss. Hey, did you hear me, this snake hissed! So we knew it wasn't a black racer and we
weren't about to find out what it was either.

Back at camp we learned how to clean the Kybo by pumping up, carrying and pouring two buckets of water down each hole and one or two on the floor while sweeping away the mud and sand. This had to be done each morning and evening by volunteers. Oh, yes, if no one volunteered, as was usually the case the leader would volunteer you. We soon found out that it was better to work with your close friends on these tasks than acquaintances who had formed alliances not including you. Otherwise, you would end up doing the whole job by yourself with them sitting around watching and if you protested you could end up with a red belly. Now a red belly is when you get held down by one or more kids while another starts to slap your tummy while wetting it with water or spit. After a few slaps you had a pink belly; with a red belly soon to follow. I always thought this a little sadistic; even then it just didn't seem right.

As night drew close we were ready to go to the huge welcoming campfire. The fire itself was humongous; reaching taller than most of the trees, but far enough away as not to cause a problem. You wouldn't roast marshmallows in this fire. If you got too close it would singe your eyebrows. Four huge logs at the base with four more on top and so on. The inside square filled with timber. Sparks flying. First up; authentic Indian Dancers in full costume and make-up. You think I wasn't scared? Next and even though there must have been 300 kids, We each would give our names and if we weren't scared to death of being singled out, tell a little more about ourselves. This being done we would learn camp songs. I guess my favorite is "She Waded in the Water" with "I See A Bear" a close second. "I See A Bear" was good because it had action. You would form a line of say eight or nine and the first person would say "I See A Bear" the second would say, "Where?" The first would say "Over There!" and point to the left or right. This would be repeated until each person had their left and right arms pointing in both directions, that is, until last person in line. After saying the last "Over There" by the person, now in a sitting position; would tilt over and knock over the entire line (who were already pretty tired and off balance).

"She Waded in the Water," was a teaser. Remember the age here is between 11-15 year old boys. It went
"She waded in the water til she got her toes all wet. (repeat) (repeat again)
"But she didn't get her (clap, clap) wet yet."

"She waded in the water and she got her toes all wet."
"She waded in the water and she got her ankles wet." (repeat)
"But she didn't get her (clap, clap) wet yet."

This goes on up the legs until, "She waded in the water and she finally got it wet." (repeat much slower)
Yes, she waded in the water and she finally got her bathing suit wet, YET!

Now if any of this sounds familiar, YOU went to camp. If it doesn't, YOU SHOULD HAVE! So how about
becoming a sponsor and send a kid to camp. There are many ways and places on the internet. Just do a simple search "send a kid to camp" and enter your area like Illinois to narrow it down. You will make some child's dream come true!

The Big Blue Marble-Playing For Keeps

2005-03-31T14:50:00.000-08:00

Earth Day is April 22, 2005

Since 1970 we've been celebrating Earth Day. For those of you who may not know exactly what Earth Day is all about, in short, I offer it deals with environmental issues...all over this Big Blue Marble.

http://www.nasa.gov/images/content/64075main_Earth_250.jpg

One day seems hardly enough to deal with all of these problems and of course it's not a one-day happening.

It's happening everyday in every country, county, city, town, neighborhood and street, avenue, parkway, lane and place. Everyday. The air we breathe. The water we drink. The very ground we live, work and play on. The key to understanding the problems and solutions is education. Education that gives back but is now in danger.

As a youngster in grammar school my friends and I would eagerly wait for spring having collected cat's eyes, clearies and even a dreaded "boulder"or two. I had saved my pennies and bought a new/used leather bag that fit neatly in my Levi's pocket at the corner candy store. I hated my new Levi's they were stiff and I had to roll up the cuffs. It took several washings for them to shrink to the correct pant length. School was over and we would meet at Jimmy's house. It was new and he had no grass. Just bare earth. Ideal for playing marbles.

We played two types of games. Ring and Pot. Ring was simply a large circle, maybe five feet or more in diameter, drawn in the dirt. Each would put two or three marbles at risk in the center each game. The first to start would shoot at another's marble and try to knock it out of the ring. Once someone hit a marble out of the ring it was theirs to keep.

Younger kids played for fun. Older kids always played for keeps. One turn each until all marbles were gone. Simple enough but there were always power players. These guys could shoot and hit a marble out of the ring in one shot. If you were lucky you had a "mib" which was actually a ball bearing. Metal and much heavier than the usual glass marbles. These mibs were killers. Since they were heavier they could, even if shot with a weak thumb, crash into a glass marble and knock it out of the ring with ease.

We played before and after school and even developed calluses on our fingers and thumbs. The game of pot was a hole dug in the ground about 4-5 inches deep. A line was drawn about 5 feet from the hole and the players lagged their shooters from the line to see who could get closest to the hole. The closest would shoot until they missed trying to knock someone into the pot. Once in the pot the marble was theirs to keep. A good thing to remember here is the "boulder". This was an oversize marble or mib, maybe ten times the size of a regular marble. It could be lagged and it wouldn't roll. You could really get close to the hole without going in. Once lagged you could legally switch to your shooter and clear the ground around the hole.

At the time we didn't know the value of the Big Blue Marble, or frankly even care. We took it for granted. The air, wind, rain, snow. The dirt on our knees; our hands and our face. The cold water from the drinking fountain. The trees, birds, flowers and bugs were all just there. Weren't they always?

Once Jimmy's parents planted grass we had to look for another spot. I'll tell you it wasn't easy finding a place where six to ten boys could play in the dirt making the noise that goes with a game of marbles. We ended up in the playground. We made new friends and
won and lost plenty of snake eyes, glassies and boulders.

This is the problem with the Big Blue Marble. There is no other place to go. If we don't take care of it. If we don't educate our children to appreciate it. ..their children won't have a place to play. Visit the Earth Day website: http://www.earthday.net/Find out what you can
do. Remember, we're playing for keeps.

Nostalgia! A Trip Down Memory Lane. Sights and Sounds.

2005-03-07T10:39:00.000-08:00

When I was growing up on the Northside of Chicago as a kid I remember many sights and sounds that have long since disappeared. Let me share a few with you and maybe you'll recall these sights and sounds.

There was the horse-drawn junk man. Now you must realize this is not his hay-day (pardon the pun) but actually the last couple of years that any one would hear, "Old Rags and Iron" or as we kids would say "Old Rags Alion." He was usually along driving his horse up and down the alleys looking for just about anything thrown away to pickup and put on his big dirty wagon. You could always tell he'd been by because of the road apples left behind.

There was also another horse-drawn wagon. The fruit and vegetable man. Now I don't know what happened to the junk man, but the fruit and veggie man became motorized and soon he was doing his route in a truck with the same old metal scale for weighing things, but much cleaner than that old wagon loaded with baskets of vegetables and apples, oranges in wooden crates. It was quite a surprise to see the change. I mean one week he had a horse-drawn wagon and the next a big truck! Progress!? It was this same man who a couple of years later actually opened his own "supermarket." This was only a few blocks away.

We would wait patiently for the veggie man because he would give us the empty orange crates. Believe me this was better than finding an empty quart pop bottle (worth 5 cents deposit at any store. The smaller 8 ounce pop bottles were only worth 2 cents). With this empty orange crate we used our imagination and created numerous playthings. The one that really stands out is the "Roller Skate Box." Let me try to describe this work of art.

You take the orange crate made of wood and found an old 2 x 4 piece of lumber and some nails. The 2 x 4 would be nailed to the box at the bottom to form kind of a scooter. Then you would take one old roller skate and if you remember these were operated with a roller skate key to fit your shoe and the skate would come apart into two sections. One section nailed at the front of the 2 x 4 and the other at the rear. Now this is more than just a scooter because you had the big orange crate that could carry numerous things (like old pop bottles). To the top of the crate we would attach "handles" which would give us some steering ability. If you had it, you could paint your new vehicle, but for the most part (except for "block parades") we were ready to go and go we did.

People could hear us coming down the sidewalk over a block away. Lucky thing we lived on side streets so we were able to ride on the "tar" which would be much quieter! But, of course, not quiet enough. I still to this day don't know how…after building and riding all day and coming home to dinner; listening to our favorite radio shows; going to sleep and waking up the next day our "scooters" would be gone! Lucky thing roller skates came in pairs and orange crates were plentiful!! (I guess as kids "we just didn't get it!) That was the Christmas I got my first bicycle. While true it was a girl's and had a "buddy" seat over the wide rear tire, it was still MY BIKE.

That didn't mean I knew how to ride it! Too bad Christmas comes in the Winter. I had to wait almost two months before learning how to ride. Just about everyone where I lived learned the same way, unless you were a sissy. The sissy's had training wheels and were a couple of years younger. WE learned the hard way.
You go into the back alley and lean up against a fence or telephone pole and push-off! Chances are you would go a couple of feet on two wheels and then down you go on your knees and rip go the Levi's. If you had to learn to ride in the summer as some of my friends you would end up with bloody knees. After a couple of days you were on your own and riding all over the neighborhood; exploring places we've never seen before. The bicycle, what a great invention; next to my first car definitely the greatest!

Hey, does anyone out there remember?

She's One in a Million!

2005-02-07T09:55:00.000-08:00

It's Saturday and we are on our way to the Cornicopious Center which is a place for seniors and they are holding a meeting about winterizing your home or apartment, however that is not why we are going. We are taking the bus to get a bus pass (reduced fare for eligible seniors). The sun is shining and it is a beautiful day. The streets are crowded with people shopping and going to and fro perhaps getting ready for tomorrow's Super Bowl. We must transfer to another bus so we get off and wait for the traffic light to change. While waiting I feel something on the bottom of my topcoat. There it is again. What the? I look around and it's an elderly blind man tapping my coat with his cane.

I had seen him on our bus. We got off the back, while I guess he got off from the front. Anyway before I could open my mouth my wife is asking him where he wants to go! He says to the bank across the street (the opposite direction he is facing and the opposite direction we are going). My wife asks me to wait while she walks him across the busy intersection (it's six corners; Milwaukee Avenue, Irving Park Road and Cicero Avenue).

She walks him and I wait lighting up a cigarette. A disheveled man with dark hair, beard and dirty clothes asks me for a cigarette. I give him two and a lite. It takes some time for the traffic lights to change and my wife finally returns. But before she did I kept wondering to myself about this woman. How many other people would have taken this blind man's hand? There were many people around but it was only she that reached out. Now I ask you, isn't she one in a million!

Old Time Radio vs. Computer Technology

2005-01-28T14:12:00.000-08:00

I've read so much recently that my head was starting to spin. I thought I was starting to suffer from "Internet Download & Application Syndrome". What's that? Maybe only I suffer from it, but whenever my wife and I start to discuss these things. Then, it's as if a large part of my brain goes numb. I get a huge mental block!
It's not as if I'm stupid or don't understand the concept or old (well, yes, I am old, but I've had this Internet Problem for many years!). No, it's just that the complexities seem too great to grasp.
She is the one who really knows. For instance, I really like to listen to Old Time Radio Shows, mostly mysteries and sci-fi and I found so many sites on the internet that are offering free downloads (like this one: http://www.rusc.com/).
I thought why not just download to a floppy disc on one computer downstairs where it is more convenient to do so, then just bring it upstairs and play it back whenever I wanted which is usually just before bedtime. For some reason listening to these old time radio shows at night makes me sleepy.
"Well," she says, "you can't do that. There is not enough room on a floppy disc for a half hour radio show. What you need is a "disc burner" or an MP3 recorder/player." I thought, why not. (Maybe I am getting old, or maybe I am before my time? What could it take. Free downloads!).
Oh yeah? Well how about zipping the file on the disc? "No! That will not work either!" (She's always right So here I am, computers coming out of you know where and they won't do what I want them to do! Am I asking too much? Come on! I thought I had a great idea! Why spend money when I can get free downloads of just what I want.
Internet here I come. First stop, E-Bay; all kinds of MP3's but most going for over a hundred bucks. Now I'm not cheap (I just don't have that kind of money to spend on another gadget. I keep thinking about all of this hardware I have already; two laptops, two tabletops all upstairs and two tabletops and one laptop downstairs, now just why am I looking and even bidding on an MP3?) Forget it.
Weeks go by, my tape collection is quite extensive, maybe over 200 tapes all purchased new, none downloaded. I've listened to them all maybe two or three times and know them almost by heart. I need a change. I must think of a solution.
I know! I could tape record them from my computer speakers! So I set up the tape recorder and speakers and give it a try. Nope, poor quality.
So how about a wireless network between downstairs and upstairs. (more money!) Forget it! Besides we tried this once before and this technology just isn't perfected; it just kept crashing and we ended up returning it to the store for a refund. Okay that was ten years ago, but is wireless any better now?
Hey, maybe you have an idea? Give this old guy a break. Share! Thanks!

Tsunami 2004 How to Get Away With Murder and Make Millions

2005-01-21T15:11:00.000-08:00

The story you are about to read is not really true (see DISCLAIMER), but anyway the names have been changed to protect the innocent.

It's 1994, we're flying down to a meeting on the island country of Barbados. The meeting is being presented by the Nations United. We're on the way to a beautiful city called Bridgetown; it's old, rustic yet modern, and tropical. Capital city, no less, and a fishing village. The rain has just ended, and it smells like fish. We're staying at the hotel complex that has a clear pool and a wet bar.

My name is Morgan, a reporter for the New York Sun Post. They sent me here to cover this meeting because there is some concern being expressed in letters to the editor and on the internet that New York City may be in danger of a Super Tsunami
Incident that could be caused not by an earthquake as most tsunamis are, but rather by a landslide or mountain collapse across the ocean sending in gigantic waves that could inundate the entire East Coast.

I need to relax before and after unpacking head for the pool. It's not too crowded just three old men smoking cigars and drinking anisette. These men are representatives from some other island countries. They remind me of the "good old boys" from Texas, but no beer. Laughing out loud and blowing smoke. They speak perfect English and invite me to join them (I don't think they know I am a reporter). Soon our discussion leads to the reason we're all here.

"Tsunami's are so few why spend the money on a warning system." Says one man in a flowery tropical shirt and white shorts while asking a waiter for another drink.

The other, a heavy-set perfectly tanned gent dressed in a military uniform responds, "Even if there were a Tsunami it would just clear our coast of those shacks and make way for some resort hotels, so who needs a warning? We'll get rid of the riffraff and make way for progress."

The third man says, "Yeah, progress is what we need. Hell, I live up on a hill anyway. Tsunami/Psunami!"

I think to myself just what the hell are they talking about? Murder? If there are no warnings just think what could happen. Hundreds of people could die.

The Nations United has been after these countries for decades to pitch-in some money so that an early warning system for cyclones, earthquakes and tsunamis could be established. Each time the delegates agree to a formal resolution for just that, but when it comes to acting on the resolution; nothing is ever, ever done.

The shirt man interjects, "We've been trying to move these fishermen out of there for years. We have people with much money who want to build casinos and hotels on our ocean front and finally we have an army and may do just that; move them out or shoot them out"

"Why? Why shoot them? If we wait long enough they will just be washed away, or blown away. Oh, I don't even know why I keep coming to these meetings. I guess it's good just to get away and relax." Says the third man. "Yeah, this is the life!" They all agreed, almost in unison.

My name is Morgan, a reporter for the New York Sun Post and that's just the beginning of this story of "How to Get Away with Murder and Make Millions"

Well that's how it went back in '94. Lots of talk about this and that. Educate the poor about AIDS, pollution and natural disasters that was the Resolution. Now I can look back. Now I can see something very wrong. I can see murder.

You see it's December 27, 2004 and reports of a great tsunami are just coming in over the wire. Hundreds of thousands of people are already dead and the toll is expected to keep rising. Hundreds of thousands of people murdered!

Update: January 20, 2005 the death toll has reached 265,000. This disaster is the worst in world history. There are more people dead in this disaster than in most wars. I'm wondering if I should write the murder mystery of the century? Who would believe me when I told them that only ten years earlier governments were planning murder?

Update: January 30, 2005 The Nations United announced plans to establish a worldwide tsunami warning system at a cost of 30 million dollars that will be in place by the end of this year for the immediately affected area and the remainder of the globe by next year. I thought is this the cost for 265,000 lives?

Update: February 20, 2005 relief efforts still continue. It is unimaginable; the devastation, disease, death. The Nations United said today that this Tsunamis
Catastrophe is a wake-up call to the world to fulfill its commitments to the poorest communities to eliminate or considerably reduce extreme poverty, malnutrition and lack of access to health and education.

Update: March 21, 2005 "The sheer scale and timing of this tsunami was Biblical in character." The Nations United Administrator and recently named Chief of Staff announced, "Clearly the basic lesson of this natural disaster and result is that the poor suffer most." "We have a very strong presence in all of the affected countries and our disaster teams were on the ground within one day. We will remain until our job is done."

Update: Some time in the future; Headline: "New Casinos and Hotels being built on Tsunami Cleared Land." Foreign leaders hail and greet the newcomers who have already spent billions of dollars constructing "tsunami save" structures on the barren shores where once fishing villages abounded. Once poor governments now have their treasuries filled with money and more keeps coming everyday.

…My name is Morgan, a reporter for the New York Sun Post. I wrote about the Tsunami Murders, but no one believed. Human lives for money. I wept.

DISCLAIMER: This story does not reflect the thoughts or opinions of eithermyself, my company, my friends, or my cat; don't quote me on that; don'tquote me on anything; all rights reserved; you may distribute this storyfreely but you may not make a profit from it*; terms are subject to changewithout notice; any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is unintentional and purely coincidental; (I hope I didn't miss anything) *If you do make a profit please donate it all to Tsunami USA Red Cross Relief.

Tsunami - What is the cost of 160,000 lives?

2005-01-18T09:29:00.000-08:00

Mauritius UN Conference January 2005
Dateline: UN News Service January 17, 2005
During a press briefing held today, the Secretary-General declared the following: “Here in Mauritius, I have been impressed with the very high level of attendance at the meeting on small island developing states. This shows a renewed interest and commitment on the part of the entire international community for the issues of concern to these states -- from environmental vulnerabilities to small economies, remoteness from world markets, high energy costs and waste management problems.”
The Conference was attended by 18 Presidents, Vice-Presidents and Prime Ministers, as well as some 60 ministers and nearly 2,000 delegates, civil society representatives and journalists from 114 countries.

These Governments adopted a "Strategy to implement the Programme of Action" and an accompanying political statement, called the Mauritius Declaration and Strategy.

Almost 10 years earlier there was a similar conference in Bridgetown, Barbados 25 April-6 May 1994. It also had a "strategy to implement action." Little if anything was ever acted upon. Almost all of the same concerns were present (you can read the entire report at http://www.un.org/documents/ga/conf167/aconf167-9.htm

the following is an excerpt)…"Establish and/or strengthen disaster preparedness and management institutions and policies, including building codes and regulatory and enforcement systems, in order to mitigate, prepare for and respond to the increasing range of frequency of natural and environmental disasters and promote early warning systems and facilities for the rapid dissemination of information and warnings."

Ten years later, another conference. The difference? 160,000 lives have been lost in a disaster that was known to be coming.

Now we learn the cost of 160,000 lives. UN News Service http://www.un.org/apps/news/printnews.asp?nid=13054

"The 26 December tsunami, which killed at least 160,000 people at latest count, injured more than half a million more and left 5 million others, over 1 million of them children, in need of basic services, is also dominating the work of other agencies."

"UNESCO Director-General Koichiro Matsurra has already laid out plans for such a mechanism, including deep water buoys, tide gauges and a regional tsunami alert centre at a cost of $30 million to be operational for the Indian Ocean by June 2006, expanding worldwide a year later. The system would alert coastal regions in a tsunami's path to evacuate hours before the devastating waves struck."

The cost a paltry $30 million. For 30 million dollars spent in any one of ten years prior to this 2004 disaster a warning system might have saved 160,000 people.

Doesn't anyone think there is something wrong here? I have no doubt we will see implementation of a worldwide warning system by June 2007. My concern is why didn't these member states act earlier to establish a warning system? What are the "real" reasons?

"Old" Shoes What A Bargain

2005-01-14T10:20:00.000-08:00

It's January and we have ice and snow. It was 56 degrees yesterday a lot of snow melted and there were huge puddles everywhere. Today it's 10 and very slippery.
But, I have these "old" shoes do really grip and give me good traction. Let me tell you a little more about these shoes…

It was a sunny day in early April. After work I went to the local Target Store looking for a few plants and pots to put out on the patio. They had this huge outdoor tent just filled with plants. I picked a couple and went inside to look for some pots. On the way I happened past the shoe section. Wow, all of the shoes were all over the isles. It looked a mess. This is not normal. I picked up a pair and looked at the price tag to reveal a sale.

Not half off, but 90% off. They were practically giving them away. Now, I'm not one to pass this up! I found a pair for $1.78. A perfect fit (I only wish I had bought more, isn't hind sight wonderful?).

So forget the pots for now; I found a bargain and I'm going home. No one will believe this! I'm excited.

I told my story at work and of course everyone went to Target on their breaks and lunch only to find out this was a one-day only sale. A clearance sale of winter boots and shoes, but only for one day. Sorry my friends.

This is nothing; the best part is yet to come. I am still wearing these shoes and I wear them almost everyday. They have become haggard but are still snow and waterproof. Actually, they look like hell from the sides and just okay looking straight down. But, I love these shoes!

Haven't you ever had a pair of old shoes you just couldn't give up? Even as a kid my grandmother gave me a pair of cowboy boots that lasted thru new heels a couple of times (at that time there was a "shoemaker" every of couple of blocks away in the city who could glue and nail on new heels and taps "while you wait"). Eventually my mom did a magic act one day and they were gone. I remember being very upset.

Do you think that is why I keep these old shoes? Maybe.

Last Christmas I got quite a shock when bonuses were being passed out to the working peons. My boss gave me a twenty-five dollar gift certificate to Marshall Fields (by the way he had heard of my "bargain" shoes). I graciously thanked him,
"But wait," he said, "I have more for you!" He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out another $25.00 saying, "Here, buy yourself a pair of new shoes."

I think my mouth just dropped to the floor and I started to laugh out loud (if you know me well, this is pretty rare). I thought this was funny and oh so caring. This was the most thoughtful gift I think I had ever received.

Back to reality…It's January still and we have ice and snow and puddles and slippery sidewalks. I'm still wearing these old shoes. My boss just came into the office limping and suffering pain in his arm. He had slipped on the ice in his driveway and had just called his son to drive him to the hospital for a check-up.

Unfortunately, he had a hairline fracture of his elbow. He is wearing a cast. He's been home for a couple of days resting. I really feel sorry for him. But he's lucky it could have been worse.

I can only wonder what might have happened to me if I had gone right out and bought a new pair of shoes. Might I have slipped on the ice too?

Yes, it's January, and, you know what, … I think I'm going to wait until April to go looking. Yeah maybe I'll go back to Target and see what they have this year. Do you think I'll find another bargain?

How To (or not to) Grow Old?

2005-01-13T15:00:00.000-08:00

Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.

Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the appetite, for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of sixty more than a boy of twenty. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.

Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.

Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing child-like appetite of what's next, and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the infinite, so long are you young.

When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at eighty.

YOUTH -Samuel Ullman

Skipping A Meal

2005-01-13T14:53:00.000-08:00

Doctor visits seem to become more frequent as we age.
Before I was 62 I actually cannot remember my last visit
to the Doc. But at 62 I went for a check-up...

There is an old joke: A man goes to his doctor for a check-up.
His doctor puts him on a diet saying "You need to loose a few
pounds. I want you to eat regularly for two days, then skip
a day, and repeat this procedure for two weeks. The next time
I see you you will have lost at least five pounds."

Two weeks later the man returns, he's lost nearly 20 pounds.

"Why, that's amazing!" the doctor says, "Did you follow my
instructions?"

The man nods , "I'll tell you, though, I thought I was
going to drop dead that third day."

"From hunger, you mean?" asks the Doc.

"No from skipping." the man retorted.

Skipping meals is in fact a good way to loose those extra pounds
and chances are you won't even feel hungry. If you do feel hungry
try a tuna snack. Mine goes; open one can of tuna and one pack
of crackers, a diet soda and enjoy on a comfortable chair in front of the TV.

The Whole World Is Watching

2005-01-12T11:17:00.000-08:00

The 2004 Tsunami crisis is on-going with relief efforts. Indeed I have gone off on
a tangent, but I think it is absolutely necessary to publicize the fact that United
Nations Member Countries did not think enough of their populous to establish a
warning system. These countries have experienced tsunami disasters in the past,
yet completely ignored repeated requests by the UN to protect their people.

Now it is costing everyone. I'm sure that if you think about it you'll agree these
countries are responsible for the deaths of 150,000 people!

What should be done? Simple.

At the very least the UN should censure these countries and go "on the record"
if only for the history books and our children's children and state to the world
exactly which countries are at fault and name the names of the dead, all 150,000
of them, man, woman and child. in a resolution "For the Prevention of Human
Loss of Life in a Tsunami." Then in a similar resolution give praise to the
"Heroes in Action; Before, During and After The 26 December 2004 Earthquake/Tsunami."

That said at the very least, how about the other end of the spectrum…
Punish those government officials by naming them as the cause. Albeit they
are already being punished by their conscience.

The whole world is watching.

2005-01-07T14:40:00.000-08:00

my photo- Doug

NEWS FLASH! TSUNAMI NEWS FLASH!

2005-01-07T13:54:00.000-08:00

News Flash:
Source: UN News Service, 4 January 2005
(http://www.un.org/apps/news/printnews.asp?nid=12957)
HEADLINE:
UN Promotes efforts to set up tsunami early warning system for Indian Ocean.

It's a start!

"Over the past five years the IOC (UNESCO's Intergovernmental Oceanographic Commission) has regularly called for the establishment of a warning system for the Indian Ocean and other regions at risk similar to that in the Pacific but Member States have not given priority to the proposal because of the relative rarity of tsunami outside the Pacific."

Worth repeating: "…because of the relative rarity of tsunami outside the Pacific."

Shame on you Member States!

I will wait and see how this develops or if it will just disappear...

Tsunami - Crime and Punishment

2005-01-06T15:40:00.000-08:00

Please excuse me while I go off on this tangent, but I feel so strongly about the Tsunami Tragedy...

You might ask, so what crime was committed. This was a natural disaster. It could not have been prevented. So who is guilty of a crime?
Considering there have been many other tsunamis in this same area shown clearly at http://www.usc.edu/dept/tsunamis/index.html and there has been a complete disregard by the "state" governments to establish and join a tsunami warning system (search: Google; tsunami congresses). Considering more lives were lost in this event than in some police actions, border disputes, religious conflicts, and the list goes on. Considering there is a warning system known to produce results that if in operation could have saved hundreds of thousands of lives. Is it not a crime these state governments chose to ignore the natural fact that tsunamis will continue to come and continue to kill their people, yet they did nothing.
It is up to the United Nations to censure these states, give aid if needed, but also to mandate a Tsunami Warning System for the World! Censure these negligent states to the point of punishment or sanctions, but see to it that they comply to whatever the Tsunami World Warning System will require of them and if any dare ask why they should bother to comply, as some undoubtedly will, the U.N. should boldly state the names of the 156,000 who perished individually and in session one name at a time.

2004 TSUNAMI COULD HAVE BEEN DETECTED! WHY WASN'T IT? HERE'S WHY?

2005-01-04T12:12:00.000-08:00

Please contribute to the Red Cross Tsunami Relief!!!!!!!

Then consider this disaster could have been detected and hundreds of thousands of lives saved! But why weren't they? I can give you facts, but not the reason...

From the USGS Earthquake Hazards Program:(http://earthquake.usgs.gov) ...

Question: Is there a system to warn populations of an imminent occurrence of a tsunami?
Answer: The Pacific Tsunami Warning Center is responsible for tsunami monitoring in the Pacific Basin. Their website is at http://www.prh.noaa.gov/ptwc/. Tragically, no such system exists for the Bay of Bengal where the recent disaster occurred.

I don't know about you, but I would like to see, and I mean even before relief efforts have ended, the establishment of systems in those areas subject to tsunamis, like the system in the Pacific Basin, that can warn of future disasters!
Then there must be investigation into why these systems were not in place long ago with results made public and consideration of possible punishment for governments not having these systems in place! I see no excuse when a warning system is known to exist that can save lives in a disaster such as this, why this warning system didn't exist where it is needed? Why? Why? Why? 150,000 times why?

And Then There's The Cat. That Curious Cat!

2004-12-31T09:35:00.000-08:00

Her "birthday" coincides with our wedding anniversary or just shortly before. She was a gift and could fit inside and hide inside of a size 7 shoe. The cutest little thing. Curious too.

We lived in a basement apt and had just suffered a flood. The mess was all cleaned up but the floor had sunk and there was a space between the wall and the floor. The pussy could not be set free to roam because she wanted to crawl under the floor so we kept her in a tall plastic wastebasket letting her out for play, exercise and food/water. Soon the repairs were made and she could be set loose again. None too soon because she had finally figured out how to jump out of the basket to freedom. If I can find one I'll post the little pussy's picture.

Finally, we moved to a second floor with a patio. The pussy never left the house, but liked to look out the windows, usually at the birds. She's older now but still curious. One day while we were entertaining on the patio pussy went missing. We looked high and low, in every nook and cranny and decided that she had gotten out and was roaming the neighborhood. The search expanded. Up and down the alley calling her name, BABY, come here baby! Needless to say we got looks and sympathy from all of the neighbors and in a two block radius no one had seen the pussy.

Night approaches and my wife is in tears. Our guests leave wishing us luck and of course, it starts to rain. It poured and it got cold. I don't think my wife slept a wink. We awoke early just before sunrise and searched the patio once more.

There she was, soaked and hiding under a cushion on the patio. Was she there all the time?
I guess we'll never know. We took her inside and cleaned her up. She had a cough and the next day we took her to the vet. He said she just had a mild case of exposure.

That was the last time the pussy ever went outside! It's been years now and she seems content just to look out the windows. We even tried to invite her out on the patio several times on sunny days, enticing her with food and toys, to no avail. One step out and a quick turn and she runs back inside! Curious.

Falling Out of Bed - BAM! Bring it on!

2004-12-30T10:52:00.000-08:00

It's just another night. I prepare to go to bed. Get a glass of water for the bedside and pick out a tape from my old time radio collection to lull me to sleep. It's funny I can never remember the end of the story so I can play it over and over night after night.

All set.

Then, BAM! I'm awake. I'm on the floor! It takes a minute or two for me to realize what had just happened. I fell out of bed.

I have not fallen out of bed -ever! Thank God I'm in one piece with nothing broken. But, what a shock. It was a nightmare and I was hiding from something that was moving towards me slowly and then BAM!

Next morning I tell my wife what happened. She laughed. But she didn't realize that I had never, ever fallen out of bed before. I want to know why. Why now? Why after 63 years?

I read in the morning paper about Liza Minnelli also falling out of bed. But she was not so lucky and ended up in the hospital. Liza if you read this, get well soon and,

Always keep the floor clear of any dangerous objects. Always have a carpet on the floor and think about padding any sharp edges.

This is no joke. Because it happened again two weeks later. Now it's 2x. What is going on?

So I research the internet. Ok maybe I have a sleep disorder. It only took me 63 years to develop it, right? I found lots of articles about patients in nursing homes falling out of bed and young children or babies. So there are the age brackets and I know which one I'm in.

Now why? It's called "incorporation." The theory goes I was listening to a tape that made me anxious. And maybe the second time I was listening to the same tape! In other words, if you sleep in a hot room you may dream you are in a jungle. Get it?

The stats show that falls are the second leading cause of accidental death in the U.S. and affect mostly older people. One-third of the people who are hospitalized with a hip fracture from a fall die within a year. Why? Many older people who fall become afraid to move around as much. This makes them more likely to fall again because they aren't keeping their muscles in shape or practicing their balance.

Well, it's almost time for bed. I have a carpet on the floor and I'll be damned if I will stop listening to my old time radio tapes. Bring it on...

A Surprise Inside - And It's Not Crackerjack! MMM-Good!

2004-12-27T14:50:00.000-08:00

In the kitchen just helping my wife trying to bake some cookies on Christmas Eve I stumbled across something GOOD! It has a surprise inside and it's not crackerjack.

Here's what happened. She was making chocolate chip cookies and about 2 dozen later decided to make some peanut butter cookies. Of course, I am the idea man. I suggested we try something different...

Follow your chocolate chip recipe but just put a small amount in a paper or foil cupcake "cup" for lack of a better term. Then the surprise! Add some chocolate chips right on top. The more the better! Then add a teaspoon + of peanut butter. Top with a little more chocolate chip cookie mix and bake as usual.

Now these are better than Reese's Peanut Butter Cups (if I do sayso myself). Our friends all agreed too. Try it!

I guess you're never too old to try new ideas!

Making a Mountain out of a "Mole"hill - Disappear!

2004-12-24T09:40:00.000-08:00

Being fair skinned is not a necessity but it helps. Ever since childhood I have had "moles."
Almost everyone has! Mine are all over. Some as I look in the mirror remind me of star constellations esp. the big dipper!

Now you know these things are here to stay unless you have them removed by surgery. Or is this really true? Oh yes, we watch them as the doctors say for "any changes in size or color."

Nothing happened to my moles. I didn't want surgery as they are mostly covered by clothing except at the beach. Nothing happened, that is, until I turned 62. No one, no doctor, no nurse,
no one ever told me that my moles may eventually disappear and if they did I don't think I would have believed them anyway!

As it turns out, when you get older these moles just get tired of hanging around like the one on the back of my neck just behind the ear. I would comb my hair and it would aggravate the mole. My barber always had to trim around it. Then one day I just combed it away! Yes, it fell right off.

Well I was concerned to say the very least. Was this a sign of cancer? What in the world was going on? I couldn't afford to go see a doctor. Come on, I'm 62 living on SSI no Medicaid no insurance. So I went to the internet. Wow, here I found dozens of articles by Doctors and medical services that explained exactly what happened. "As you grow older your moles may disappear."

Relieved! One is gone. Only a couple of hundred more to go. The mountain of fear is gone and even the "mole"hill disappeared!

For more information about "moles" check this out:
http://www.uihealthcare.com/topics/skinhealth/skin4974.html

Health and Happiness Past 62

2004-12-22T15:20:00.000-08:00

So you're retired! Congradulations!

So now you cannot afford a doctor. So now you cannot afford those medicines. Oh sure it was great when you were working, but now there is no money to continue paying for healthcare. What do you do?

You have aches, pains, breakouts, fatigue. How can you deal with these symptoms without proper medical attention?

So what is it like to be on a fixed income, ever wonder? How long will you feed those habits; smoking, drinking and even eating. Can it be done? Will the money be there?

Where are all of your old friends? Get out much? Do you say, "I'm retired, and just can't...anymore." Miss being with people? How to cope?

Over 60? What Do You Know About Growing Old?

2004-12-22T14:58:00.000-08:00

Are you over sixty? Well, it's the first and last time you will ever be! And what do you know about growing old?

If you're like me...Nothing! Oh sure, you think you know. You have lived with relatives who have grown old. You know people, people you see everyday; grow old. You see how they deal with it (or don't). But, until you experience growing old for yourself; you never will realize what it is like!

I have included in this small but concise writing my own personal experiences of which I am sure have been experienced by others, but never told before. These are some of the best kept secrets on aging you will ever find between two covers.

Life experiences including how you are NOW viewed by younger and even persons of your own or similar age. What to expect, what will surprise you and what you should know (dummy) about growing old!