Chevys, Levis, White Castles and Cokes…these were the familiar flavors of 60 years ago in Chicago Heights, Illinois. Most of the “memorables” from that time are now classic collectibles and in another 15 years will be considered antiques.  Why I am almost an antique.   So no wonder I enjoy roaming the isles of shops were…

I flew on propellered planes, propjets, jet-jets, Boeing Stratocruisers, 707, 727s, 747s, Airbuses, DC whatever’s and everyone of them lifted me off of the ground, lifted my spirits and delivered me to exotic lands, to fascinating ports of call or transported me to my children and grand children and then, took me home.  Not always…

Sherwin Williams Paint covers the world.  Their logo was a can of paint tipped and spilling paint over planet earth.  I passed one of their manufacturing plants south of the City of Chicago every time my family drove me  into the City to my pediatrician, my allergist and my orthodontist.  Passed it way too many…

Soften the blow.  Dull the pain.  Check out of the space-time continuum.  Worship regret.  Bow to limits.  Quiet the noise.  Slow the speed.  Attack yourself.  Turn a blind eye.  Reorient reality.  Revise history.  Fail and fall. Vice chasing is depressing, to say the least. And yet, our vices are religious choices.  Whatever separates us from…

If government fails…begin a revolution.  If religion fails…reform.  If the status quo is reprehensible…revolt.  If you don’t get your way…throw a tantrum.  If you are stuck in place…evolve.  If you are being taken for granted…tell them to shove it.  If you are headed down a sinkhole…pull the plug.  If you know the truth…turn away from…

Which mask shall I wear today?  The creative one…the sensitive one…the overdue bill collector one…the funny one…the one old folks remember… the one my grand children expect…the one that is professional…the silly one…the sorrowful one…the mask of the inspirer, or the manipulator…the busy one or the lazy one? Or perhaps I will try the romantic…

If you are hard wired to deal with existential issues, finitude, well being, morality, purpose, etc., then you will notice that signs of the sacred are everywhere you look.

Talking Heads Talking heads disembodied from reason, feeling and sound judgment.  Speakers of opinion, talking-pointed and self-serving.  Fabricating what we really want, making it up as whim directs, pursuing wind. Talking heads triumphant.  ‘Cause we leave the thinking up to them.

Bless the planet’s shake.  Bless the earth’s quake. Bless the sadness, sorrow and suffering.  Bless the fears and frustrations.  Bless the missing.  Bless the rescued.  Bless the rescuers. Bless the temporary triage units and field hospitals. Bless the doctors without borders and the Israeli physicians practicing anonymous medicine.  Bless the supply lines and the security forces.…

Haiti is A Tsunami of Suffering Sodom and Gomorrah, all over again ’cause the folk worshipped the Tropical Isle of troubles, turmoil and tribulation.  Island of emancipation and emasculation.  Island where the devils play.  Where the Voodoos bay.  Where religion is a song defying death.  Where tectonic plates undermined the earth’s thin crust.  Where the…