Original anecdotes, commentary, rumination, and occasional pontification.
DECEMBER 7, 2022 – Today in 1941 is the “day [that] will live in infamy,” so said President Roosevelt—the second Roosevelt, but I’ll come back to that later—in his speech to a joint session of Congress the day after the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. “In infamy,” as it turns out, doesn’t mean “in eternity.” …
DECEMBER 6, 2022 – Sometimes little things make big impacts. In the case of books, Mao’s Little Red Book, held high by 100s of millions of Chinese, created a Great Red Wave. Another small book with a big effect is Planets, part of the collection of A Golden Guide shirt-pocket-size books. The little gem bears …
DECEMBER 5, 2022 – Today was my “100-day appointment” with my transplant doc. I no longer view him as strictly “a research doc,” though he re-revealed himself when I disclosed that I’ve volunteered for a clinical study of a post-transplant maintenance treatment (at my regular oncologist’s clinic) for multiple myeloma: “Fantastic!” he said. “I’m all …
DECEMBER 4, 2022 – Surely you’re acquainted with the right-wing “America First Party” with the motto, “Fighting for Faith, Freedom and the Constitution to Put America First.” Likewise, you’ve heard of Holocaust-denier, Nick Fuentes, Trump’s recent lunch guest and instigator of the annual America First Political Action Conference (“AFPAC”). But how many people who encounter …
DECEMBER 3, 2022 – I’m currently reading Robert Massie’s acclaimed biography of Catherine the Great, Empress of all the Russias. I’d first read it a decade ago, and as I’ve discovered with multiple books lately—including other Massie masterpieces: Peter the Great and Nicholas and Alexandra—a second reading heightens retention as well as comprehension. I read …
DECEMBER 2, 2022 – It was inevitable: becoming my parents. Though we boomers like to deny it, “becoming our parents” isn’t an isolated phenomenon. If you think otherwise, search YouTube for “Progressive commercials on becoming your parents.” Before you know it, you’ll watch and laugh so hard at half a dozen of the ads, you’ll …
DECEMBER 1, 2022 – The days leading up to the transplant passed all too quickly. I was feeling great, but being very much a medical wimp, I dreaded the procedure that loomed ever closer and feared what could be an excruciatingly slow, protracted and unpleasant recovery process. Why couldn’t time stop where I was? More …
NOVEMBER 30, 2022 – (Cont.) Once we’d landed on the island, Dad and I started pulling gear out of the canoe. No map. We pulled more stuff out. Still no map. I don’t remember Dad swearing out loud over the missing map, but I was bracing myself for a “damn!”—the one expletive I’d heard him …
NOVEMBER 29, 2022 – (Cont.) Dad put extra peanut butter in our sandwiches, since our rained-out breakfast had left us hungry. I remember walking around, eating my sandwich and holding a cookie, as I admired the lofty Norway pines that encircled our landing spot. In the short time of our lunch break, however, a breeze …
NOVEMBER 28, 2022 – (Cont.) Twenty-five years later—in 1957—Dad returned to the Boundary Waters with Mother and two friends, Carl and Doris Sand. My younger sister, Jenny, went along for the ride. From the single photograph I remember of the expedition, Mother and Jenny, at least, wore a life jacket—the same one: Mother was six …
NOVEMBER 27, 2022 – (Cont.) Although “Big Water” Grindstone Lake warrants a “noticeable blue dot” on a modest map of the United States, its configuration (basically oval, but in detail it’s like a Pilgrim’s shoe in profile) is such that you can’t get lost on it—at least for long. If you find your way into …
NOVEMBER 26, 2022 – The last leg of your journey to the Red Cabin leads down Williams Road, a twisting, undulating passage through woods that crowd the edge of the pavement. The posted speed limit—40—is for your safety, especially in winter. Along this magical route, you pass a cabin or two tucked back in the …
NOVEMBER 25, 2022 – Blogger’s note: some of my readers have already noticed “word-count creep” in my posts. For two years, the self-imposed daily word limit was 500. In my travelogue series earlier this year, I broke that rule fairly often. Lately, I’ve unofficially bumped the limit up by 10%–and occasionally more. Today’s post, which in …
NOVEMBER 24, 2022 – Turkey Day has always been my favorite holiday of the year. As a kid, I savored the story of the Pilgrims and Wampanoags sitting down at a bunch of picnic tables against a backdrop of fall foliage and breaking acorn-squash-bread together in peace and amity. At the center of the whole …
NOVEMBER 23, 2022 – Okay, okay, okay! What will it take our country—what will it take US—to address gun violence effectively? When will the bloodshed, the tragedy, the irrationality of gun violence in America drive us to say “Enough!” and demand of ourselves and our leaders (social, business, political, cultural) an end this public health …
NOVEMBER 22, 2022 – My wife doesn’t know how lucky she is not to be at the Red Cabin with me—livin’ the life of Riley five days in a row. After just three days I was well into an eremitic routine. More than a week and I’d be a classic example of what happens to …
NOVEMBER 21, 2022 – It’s been four days since I’ve seen another human being but not since I’ve interacted with many—by phone, text and email. In fact, I spent many hours today on the phone; mostly contentious, anxiety-ridden or otherwise demanding business calls. They were a reminder of how removed most of my life has …
NOVEMBER 20, 2022 – Last night I repeated a Red Cabin routine (when the weather’s clear): I went outside to check the stars. After stepping down from our side porch onto a fresh blanket of snow . . . I gasped. In eerie silence the silhouetted woods touched a celestial vault filled with stars of …
NOVEMBER 19, 2022 – Inside the Red Cabin (with white trim—candy cane colors!) and surrounded outside by fresh, powder snow and arctic temperatures, I feel a bit like Santa Claus; more so because all day I’ve been working on our granddaughter’s Christmas present: the most elaborate gnome home I’ve ever designed. Earth’s latest rotation, however, …
NOVEMBER 18, 2022 – Today I spent many hours in work-related phone conversations and complex email exchanges; headwork related to “life back in the Big Smoke.” For much of the day my back was to the windows, but occasionally, I stole a glance at the snow-covered wonderland outside the Red Cabin. Several times I flipped …
NOVEMBER 17, 2022 – Contrary to conventional . . . wisdom . . . aging doesn’t necessarily make a person wiser, unless wisdom means obsession with health, distress over a disturbances of the peace (despite loss of hearing), a greater tendency to vote “conservative,” and general ossification of cognitive processes. Another indicium of aging—without added …
NOVEMBER 16, 2022 – Today, after many weeks of embracing the delights of life—yes, LIFE in all its beauty and brilliance—following my autologous stem cell transplant in August, I had to spend two hours on the phone with a coordinator of a clinical study. The call reminded me that though I’m out of “cancer jail,” …
NOVEMBER 15, 2022 – Today I experienced a bad case of . . . myself. The back story: Upon successful emergence from my bone marrow stem cell transplant, I was prescribed fluorescent-yellow medicine as palatable as transmission fluid. The intended purpose of the daily dose of this awful stuff was to prevent bacterial pneumonia. When …
NOVEMBER 14, 2022 – We’ve long been graced with Miracle Whip—for 90 years, to be exact, since the cheaper alternative to mayonnaise made its debut at the Century of Progress World’s Fair in Chicago in 1933. When I was a kid, Miracle Whip was a staple in our pantry. A coordinate miracle, I discovered, was …
NOVEMBER 13, 2022 – Yesterday, heading out on my walk, I encountered our neighbors Kate and Dave across the alley. We hadn’t chatted in a while, so I stopped to talk. They’re smart, bright, articulate, well-informed and invariably have something worthwhile to hear. Among yesterday’s takes-away was a film recommendation: Don’t Look Up, on Netflix. …