Crossing the Street

Crossing the Street

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See, not bad for 240 years. That’s my mother in the middle.

Again this week I heard a story on the radio about the deer herd posing a threat to our local society and the need to thin out the herd with sharpshooters. Also recently, Chris Core, a commentator on WTOP radio here in DC did a piece on the dangers of crossing the street making the point that we were too engrossed in our electronics and as a result, were getting hit by cars. Okay Curt so what is the connection you say?

I remembered a similar story and situation that occurred a few years ago with deer causing traffic accidents and pedestrians getting hit way too frequently, which at the time was also big news on WTOP radio. They decided to thin the deer herd then too. During this particular situation, the local service announcements were stressing that pedestrians in a crosswalk had the right of way and drivers beware. Of course we know that is true, but I thought maybe a little common sense might also be appropriate and at that time I wrote this:

Crossing the Street

I heard recently of a plan to thin out the deer herd in Rock Creek Park in Washington, DC by using sharp shooters. They were posing a danger to the community. The radio station was taking calls from listeners on how they felt about that.

I think the whole problem with the deer is really just that they don’t know how to cross the street. They keep jumping out in front of cars and causing accidents. This results in thousands of dollars’ worth of property damage to our motor vehicles, injury or death to humans who hit them, not to mention that it causes our car insurance rates to go up. Since it’s important that we build more strip malls and office parks, apartment complexes, and the roads to get to them, the deer have to learn to deal with that. Besides, there are more than enough wooded common areas, medians, cemeteries, and golf courses for deer to hang out in. Why do they need to be crossing the street anyway?

But the fact is we now have the same problem with humans. They don’t know how to cross the street either. And they keep getting hit too and causing property damage and emotional stress, injury and even death. But you don’t hear anyone proposing to thin out the human population with sharp shooters because they keep on jumping out in front of cars. No, unlike the deer, when a human steps out in front of a car, and by the way the local government encourages this as long as they are in a crosswalk, it’s the fault of the driver of the vehicle of course. Public service announcements have convinced humans they have the right of way and therefore it’s perfectly within their rights to step out in front of an oncoming car. And so they do.

I think the solution to the problem is education. We need to teach the deer and now humans how to cross the street. It’s that simple. And I know just the person to head this program……… my mother.

My mother successfully taught my two brothers, my sister, and I to cross the street without getting hit by a car. And collectively that is almost 240 man years without an incident of walking out in front of a car and being struck (and I won’t tell you who most of those man years are attributed to because she wouldn’t like it).

In addition to that, my mother has taught her Portuguese Water dog to sit down on the side of the road when she (the dog) hears a car coming. Think about it, now that is a solid resume’. Of course she is retired now and I don’t know if she would be willing to take on such a responsibility as this. But she is a conscientious woman, a patriot, and a lover of animals; plus she paid car insurance in New Jersey for years so I know she is sensitive to insurance rates.

Can you imagine if she was able to teach those humans that the local governments currently encourage stepping out into traffic, to actually stop at the side of the road and look both ways before crossing the street? What a gift this would be to society!

And how about if she was able to teach deer to sit down on the side of the road every time one of them heard a car coming? What a public service that would be!

I think some serious Economic Stimulation money needs to be set aside for this.

It’s just that simple.
All that is pretty silly right? But, I still have people stepping out in front of my truck without stopping or looking. And Chris Core had a good point too, we are distracted walkers as well as drivers.

As for the deer I don’t have a solution. At least they are feeding the homeless with the meat generated from the thinning of the herd.

Just be careful out there!

A Very Special Unexpected Birthday Gift

A Very Special Unexpected Birthday Gift

Dear Donny,

Today was your birthday.

It was a Saturday and much like any other Saturday we got up early because we couldn’t sleep. We had our coffee, checked our email and our Facebook, and did some work-work leftover from Friday.

We remembered your birthday on Facebook.

Many times I have described that time after Thanksgiving when the Christmas decorations come out of the trunks and down from the attic as bittersweet, as the memories are unpacked one at a time and placed on the tree or on the mantle. It is our darkness in the brilliant light of the season; fourteen seasons now to be exact.

And though we celebrated, laughed, and enjoyed this holiday as much as anyone, there will always be something that will be missing in our hearts as hard as we try to ignore it each year. That one thing we can’t unpack, hold in our hands for that short time, put away and wait anxiously for next year when we can take it out again and hold it once more.

If only we could.

But we do have our memories and each year we work hard to make sure we keep them alive because we don’t ever want to forget.

And normally by New Year’s Eve the lights are out, the tree is down, and the ornaments are packed away.

This year however was different, we were late. This year…..your birthday….. today, was the day that the ornaments were taken down and the lights rolled up, and everything returned to its place in the attic for another year.

And it really was different. Your mother and I were busy. We found some old CD’s and we listened to music that we listened to when we were dating. We were singing, we laughed,  and we were not sad.

“Tonight I ask the stars above, how did I ever win your love.
What did I do, what did I say, to turn your angel eyes my way”

We were happy.

And now as we prepare to sleep, we put this, yet another nice memory to bed. You see?  You can still make them!

Thank you for sharing, what would have been your twenty ninth birthday with us today. And thank you because on this birthday, it was us who received the gift.

Happy Birthday Buddy

Facebook, ReTrumplicans, and Peanut Butter Things

Facebook, ReTrumplicans, and Peanut Butter Things

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My wife is not on Facebook. She doesn’t have a Facebook account and is adamant about the fact that she will never have a Facebook account.

Kim: “I don’t have Facebook and I never will have Facebook!!!”

I have a Facebook account. I have had it for a while but never really paid much attention to it until January of 2014 when I started a blog for work called Happier, Healthier Me and wanted to share it and follow the attention it got. My wife didn’t like the fact that I was on social media.

Kim: “So you are on Facebook now?”

Me: “Yes I need to use it for work, for the blog I am writing.”

Kim: “Do you have a girlfriend on Facebook?”

Me: “No, no Kim I just need to watch it for work stuff, it’s just work…”

Kim: “I can see it now you will hook up with someone on Facebook and leave me…”

Me: “No seriously I will never leave you, it’s just work, I promise!”

The truth is however, she doesn’t have a Facebook account but she likes to get on my Facebook.
The other evening she was logged on. The reason I know this is because I was upstairs reading How To Win Friends & Influence People by Dale Carnegie, a book I got for Christmas, when I checked my cell phone to find it was lit up with Facebook alerts.

Me: “Kim……you are on my Facebook account?”

Kim: “Yes, I was just watching a video.”

Me: “Kim, did you know that you shared that video post on my page? Not just once but twice? And I am getting likes and comments? And did you know that post was about baking? About Peanut butter fudge things? Not about sports; or cool things like guitars; not about surf fishing……it was about baking……peanut butter things! I don’t even like peanut butter things!”

Not only that, she even sent out a friend request that got accepted!

Me: “Kim you have to be careful! What if I was a Democrat and you were sharing Republican propaganda? What if I was a Republican and you were sharing Democratic propaganda? And What if I was a ReTrumplican and you were sharing Hillary stuff, or the other way around? I have a reputation to maintain you know. I would prefer that not be done with peanut butter fudge recipes! You have to be very careful with what you post on social media!”

So we laughed, it was kind of funny. I really don’t mind her on my Facebook, it might be a blessing she doesn’t have her own account!  And I am okay with the peanut butter recipe video too since I do like to cook.
And maybe once I finish reading How To Win Friends & Influence People I will have more Facebook friends for Kim to connect with.
And by the way, if you are not familiar with the Happier, Happier Me blog from 2014 I have posted the links on a separate page on this website if you care to read them.
Thanks again for letting me share.

Three Score and Counting

Three Score and Counting

 

Score One

It is January 1st 1956 and I am alive. I am not breathing but it is okay. I am not eating but that is okay too, I am not hungry.
It is dark and I cannot see, but my eyes do not see anyway, yet I am starting to squint.
The claustrophobia that will plague me later in life is not a problem now.
I am starting to suck my thumb and I am about the size of a lemon.
For maybe the only time in my life, I am safe and warm and content.
The lifeline that keeps me alive is my mother.
In less than six months I have a name. I have a brother who is 2 and half years older than me and a sister four years older.  Within five years I have a younger brother as well.
I go to school when I am five. Fearful of embarrassment and disappointment, I do well in school, at least until the distractions of my early teenage years win over the priorities that should concern me.
By the end of high school those priorities are realized once more. But unfortunately the damage is done and the old college try ends in its first year, emotionally unprepared.
I begin to build the work ethic that will drive me later in life, though my mind is still not prepared.

Score Two

 

It is January 1st 1976 and I am still alive, though sometimes I wonder how.

I am breathing but some might say I am just taking up air. I am hungry and I am eating.
My lifeline is still my mother.
I continue to work and take another try at building my mind but again that is short lived.
I follow my misguided heart away from my childhood home to a new life in a new state. This time I finish my education and find a career.
I have a daughter, then four years later I have another.
My career does well and I advance up the ladder.
But at home hearts grow cold and mending seems hopeless.

Score Three

It is January 1st 1996 and I am still alive. In less than six months I will turn forty years old.
Cold hearts prevailed and soon I am on my own again, my lifeline is now just me.
But that doesn’t last too long as an angel appears and half way into the millennial year my life is shared once again with a new wife and daughter and son.
So now married again with two more children we blend our families the best that we can and we are happy.
Though my career begins the score nicely it ends early in and before the summer of 2000 a new one is cultivated.

I am starting all over again.

But the work ethic kicks in and we do what we need to do to take care of our new family.
Then tragedy strikes with an accident one day that takes the life of our son at the age of fifteen.
And though never the same our family moves forward with the help of God.

More changes occur as the kids grow older.
Now with two grandchildren and the kids all grown up, we still work to make it all good every day, learning that kids will always be kids no matter how old they get.
Working too hard, life seems always too stressful, as the third score comes to an end.   Once again career changes occur and the rebuilding begins once more, though this late in life I am not so sure.

I am no longer the size of a lemon, far from it. And though my eyes are working I struggle to see and the squinting that started at fourteen weeks is frequent again.
And though I don’t suck my thumb, some days I feel like I want to. And I have learned that safe, warm, and content are all relative now.

My lifeline is my wife. Without her I would starve physically and emotionally. We have endured much the last almost twenty years. Yet it seems like just yesterday that I was blessed with that first introduction. Contentment in this part of my life is not relative.

And Counting

Now it is January 1st, 2016 and yes I am still alive and breathing.  In less than six months I will turn 60 years old.  I have much to be thankful for and much to look forward to in what may be my last 20 years though modern medicine may challenge that.
And on this day let the musings begin as I embark on a new adventure and my fourth score.
Happy New Year