Failing Up

I was always in awe of two institutions, the church and higher education. I was not going to be a saint or a scholar and held those leaders in both institutions beyond a mortal  status.  Then to my shock I found myself inside, behind the scene, as the sausage was being made.  My eyes opened as I realized everyone is human.   

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It seems to be our new benchmark is: "it's ok, I don't have Covid." If someone is hacking next to me in the store they say: "its ok, I don't have Covid."  My son gets a speeding ticket, "it's ok dad, I don't have Covid."  I can get away with anything as long as I say: "its ok I don't have Covid."  The attorney tells the judge, "yes your honor, my client is guilty, it's ok, he does not have Covid."  And, I have become addicted to the home test kit to the point I think it should have an added comment feature like the magic eight ball, or horoscope.  "It's ok I don't have Covid."

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Beyond what to order at the drive through, or what car to drive we have very few choices and that is because the few in influence control the messaging for their gain.  
The various news outlets are owned by 5 entities, and social media really two. 
The more we appear to have the opportunity to make choices for ourselves, the less we question the choices that can not be made, such as a woman and her own body! 
1000 channels with nothing to watch.  I will fries with my Big Mac! 

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Halloween changes as we change.  What began as fun costumed adventure for candy, became a night of eggs, toilet paper and shaving cream, parties, and then being the guide for trick or treat.  Halloween the circle of life. 

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Sixty Years have passed since the world almost was destroyed by nuclear weapons.

What has changed?  Not much.  Give peace a chance.  

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During the mid-1970's a phenomenon captured the country.  It was the  Citizen Band radio, better known at the "CB".  This form of communication was used by truckers on the highway in 18 wheelers, but because of a popular song, soon most cars in the suburb's were driving around with whip antenna's barking: "breaker, breaker in microphones.  This was the stone age of social media. 

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Autumn in the northeast region of the continental United  States, a beautiful season indeed!  In Upstate New York it is all about the apples.  Appel, cider, apple fritters, apple festival, and apple picking, which really is a job, that has become a recreational necessity.   Isn't that work?  Can't I just buy a bag instead? 

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1946-1964 are considered the years of the "Baby Boomers".  I was born in 1959 and never really felt associated with "Baby Boomers", although I reaped the benefits of this earlier rapidly conceived demographic.   Us tail end pampered boomers really screwed it up for millennials. Oh well.

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Growing up a fine Irish Catholic altar boy' the sacrament of confession was just one of the activities that was required on a regular basis to get into Heaven!   Well needless to say this ritual was dreaded. I spent more time in the confessional telling sins that Micky Mouse would have committed simply because I knew that was the parish priest on the other end of that screen.  Well, that changed when one day while in Saint Patrick's Cathedral in New York City, I decided it was time to let it all out. I mean what did I have to lose??  This priest did not know me from Adam, and help invent sin.  

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As I decided to take a nice four mile walk to work the other day, I passed through many neighborhoods.  Although the most dangerous neighborhood of all was in my head, as my thoughts began to stray with each step.   Questions of why did the government have to remind us to wash are hands and cover our mouths when coughing during a pandemic?  My grandmother told me to do that 55 years ago.  Why is social media so anti-social.  And why is it walking such a big deal.  That is the "Hood in my head! 

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