APRIL 18, 2026 – All the people who’ve died or will die in Africa because of the end of USAID? We’ll never get them back. All the people who will perish because funding of cancer research funded by the federal government was ripped into sawdust by the chainsaw of DOGE? We’ll never get them back. …
TO THE MOON (AGAIN)!
APRIL 2, 2026 – By the giddy chatter of TV reporters covering yesterday’s launch of Artemis II, viewers could’ve been excused for thinking that Neil Armstrong’s “One small step for [a] man . . .”[1] and the five subsequent manned lunar landings were figments of our collective imagination. “Historic,” “Never accomplished before,” and other “firsts” …
THE ST. PATRICK’S DAY BLIZZARD AND THE STRAIT OF HORMUZ
MARCH 17, 2026 – I was a fourth-grader—our granddaughter’s age—when the famous St. Patrick’s Day Blizzard slammed Minnesota. School was canceled, mostly on account of the travel hazards facing school buses that ferried all the “farm kids” (whether they lived on actual farms or not) to and from schools in town. We who lived inside …
“IS AN ARK REALLY NECESSARY?”
SEPTEMBER 24, 2924 – If I were Gilgamesh or Noah and knew the big flood was coming, I wouldn’t limit my response to construction of one ark and restrict access to passengers from the animal kingdom plus my wife, sons and their wives. I’d build a whole fleet of arks, and when God asked, “What …
SCIENCE DENIALISM VS. PUBLIC HEALTH
SEPTEMBER 4, 2025 – This evening I listened to snippets of the Senate hearing today during which RFK, Jr., Secretary of the Department of Health and Human Services, was grilled by Democrats and Republicans—as well he should be until he resigns or his boss decides to fire him. One can hope. But just as Trump …
WHAT I SEE IN MOON AND STARS
SEPTEMBER 3, 2025 – At the lake the other evening we had a clear view of the waxing gibbous moon. Our vantage point was the end of our dock, facing south over the water. The Moon occupied center stage in the darkening sky, and we watched in awe its brilliant performance. Of course, we’d attended …
WHAT A GREAT PLANET
AUGUST 1, 2025 – Today I found amusement by being in two worlds at once on my way to the woods. Let me explain . . . Last week I’d arranged to meet with a Wisconsin DNR forester for an extended site visit of Björnholm, or at least a portion of it, to gain some …
A PASS AND A PARDON
JULY 20, 2025 – “Our lake” is unusually quiet, despite its being in the middle of lacustrine cabin country[1] in northwest Wisconsin. Wide open with dimensions described in miles, Grindstone Lake has remarkably little boat traffic, even on the Fourth of July and Labor Day. This phenomenon is especially surprising given the number of serious …
FOUNDERS
JULY 6, 2025 – My good friend Jeffrey Oppenheim. was among the small group that founded the Falmouth [MA] Jewish Congregation in that vibrant Cape Cod community. Today 300 households are among the membership of what has become a robust, dynamic organization, with an impressively educated and experienced staff, a broad palette of educational programs …
A NOTE INSIDE A BOTTLE
JUNE 16, 2025 – Today on I95 we crossed over the Connecticut River about two and a half miles north of where it empties into Long Island Sound, technically part of the Atlantic Ocean. As we hurtled along, I stole a glance at the broad river mouth and sealed the fleeting image in my memory …
ANOTHER PROBLEM WITH PLASTIC
MARCH 25, 2025 – I hadn’t intended for this to be an extension of yesterday’s post, but then again, I hadn’t planned on doing something terribly stupid either. If you’re joining the party late, you’ll need to back up a step and read yesterday’s entry before you proceed any further here . . . . …
FIRED UP (ABOUT OUR SPECIES)
JANUARY 18, 2025 – Recently, I watched a Netflix documentary about the mind-boggling effort to build, launch and deploy James Webb. Of course, I’m not referring to the second NASA administrator by that name but the largest telescope ever built (by earthlings) and named in honor of him. The documentary reminded me of what I’ve …
TRASH TALK
JUNE 27, 2024 – Lately I’ve been struck by the sheer volume of consumption for which I alone am responsible. From Chinese take-out to running errands by car to home remodeling projects, not to mention a flight on a commercial aircraft, my lifestyle is one big consumption factory. And I’m hardly the last of the …
THE MAGNOLIA TREE
JUNE 21, 2024 – Today was arbor day in my little world away from home. Our son and daughter-in-law’s yard was already home to many trees, but two months ago they decided that a magnolia would be an attractive addition. My wife and I happened to be visiting on that occasion and accompanied the expedition …
THE TREE FARM AND THE DOOMSDAY LETTER (PART III OF III)
APRIL 2, 2024 – (Cont.) I also remember the time just before Halloween when I was kicking around the tree farm while Dad worked. I noticed large tufts of long light brown grass that looked like the tops of Viking heads full of thick uncut hair. For the longest time I tried to figure out …
AT DAY’S END, SOMETHING TO CHEER ABOUT
DECEMBER 20, 2023 – At the front end of the day I read a report about how Houthi rebel attacks on commercial oil tankers in the Red Sea could disrupt global oil markets. The result of course, would be higher prices for a key commodity (still), thus giving the Fed little breathing space on the …
TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE PLANET
MAY 31, 2023 – Late yesterday evening I stepped outside to check on the stars and saw that a few were out, beaming their light down from deep space. I did my usual—picked one I knew wasn’t a planet, called it “Twinkle, Twinkle” and made my wish. At the close of this little ritual of …
HARDWIRED
MAY 27, 2023 – Recently, while I was hiking the hills of “Little Switzerland,” a golfer in his late 20s called out a greeting to me as he strode from his cart to the tee. An extrovert, he prompted me to respond similarly. I reciprocated and added a passing observation about the late-day improvement in …
THE IMPORTANCE OF WHAT’S IMPORTANT
MAY 26, 2023 – After paying my dues all morning and into the afternoon, I took a break to take our seven-year-old granddaughter to nearby Como Park, St. Paul’s version of Central Park. She had the day off from school—something about a teachers’ workshop—so her mom had taken her to work at a shop near …
TREE GRIEF
MAY 12, 2023 – Today we made our first trip to the Red Cabin since the snow melt and ice-out. Vegetation here is 10 days to two weeks behind the foliage at home, which itself is well behind its usual schedule. In mid-March the snow was still two feet deep, and that was before the …
MORE TRASH TALK
MAY 7, 2023 – Friday is garbage pickup day in our fair village. “Garbage,” of course, is “trash talk” for more refined terms describing the same crap: “waste” and “refuse.” I’ve always been amused by civilization’s relationship with its detritus. Anthropologists, for example, treat ancient dump sites as gold mines of information about the societies …
HOPE: A MAN WITH A DOG IN A PARK
APRIL 13, 2023 – Yesterday afternoon after I brought Illiana home from school, she grabbed her scooter, donned her helmet and celebrated freedom by zooming full-tilt down the sidewalk. Inspired by her carefree spirit, I followed, luxuriating in the hot zephyr as it overwhelmed the last vestiges of winter. She was headed for the playground …
“ONE WORD: PLASTICS”
MARCH 30, 2023 – One of my big beefs with the free market is that pricing fails to take all costs into account; costs such as environmental cleanup expenses and health care costs ensuing from the East Palestine train derailment; the untold costs of EMS units and law enforcement swat teams called into action every …
(MORE ON) EXTREME WEATHER
JANUARY 13, 2023 – My dad was such a devout moderate he was paradoxically extreme. His inspiration might’ve been James Hilton’s classic, Lost Horizons, an old copy of which could be found on the shelves of my parents’ den. As the Buddhist monk in the story explained, “At the monastery we’re extreme in our moderation.” …
CALLING IT
NOVEMBER 8, 2022 – Today was a blustery fall day at the Red Cabin. A strong blow out of the southeast whipped the lake into a frenzy and made trees sway without relief. Until João and Joana called from Lisbon late in the morning, I could’ve forgotten it was Election Day (I’d voted early)—our Portuguese …