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Mountain Views-News Saturday, March 18, 2023
PUT THE LIGHTS ON
STUART TOLCHIN
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RICH JOHNSON NOW THAT’S RICH
DOES IT BOTHER YOU?
LISTEN
Alright, “Listen” is a strange title for a newspaper column.
Maybe I should have titled it “Look” or “Read”. Or “Ignore”?
I want to talk, err, write about communicating with people.
Face to face. Improve the quality of their (and your) lives
through meaningful interaction.
The fact is, there are two steps you can take to improve the
quality of interpersonal communications with others:
1. You talk less.
2. Encourage them to talk more.
Realize the amount of talking YOU DO is often inversely proportional to the positive
and meaningful influence you might get lucky enough to have in the life of someone
else.
Calvin Coolidge, President almost exactly 100 years ago was known as a good listener
and a man of few words. In fact, his nickname was “Silent Cal”.
A story is told of a dinner where the lady seated next to “Silent Cal” turned to him
and admitted she had made a $100 wager that she could get the president to say three
words. Coolidge’s response:
“You lose!”
Possibly Coolidge’s most memorable quote defended his reputation of few words this
way: “No one ever listened themselves out of a job.”
Another President…named Lincoln (some believe it was Mark Twain) said:
“Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt.”
(Hmmmm. I need to consider that quote.)
If you want to make a difference in the quality of the lives of people, practice full contact
listening. Here is a suggestion or two.
Don’t open a conversation employing a question that could be answered yes or no.
Don’t ask questions that can be answered in one word. “How are you?” “Fine.” “What’s
new?” “Nothing.”
Ask open ended questions.
Possibly the most important rule in one on one communications, particularly if it
involves being there for someone who is struggling: “When you are listening, don’t
get distracted and start formulating a “clever” response while the other person is still
talking.”
It's tempting as you want to say the right thing (and look good). But, don’t do it. Why?
Because when you start formulating a response, you stop listening. It’s okay, actually
makes you look better to take a moment to formulate a response. Shows care and
concern. And ask God to be in the middle of the conversation. And help put words in
your mouth.
I’ll leave you with a quote from Saint Ignatius*: “Be slow to speak, and only after having
first listened quietly, so that you may understand the meaning, leanings, and wishes of
those who do speak. Thus you will better know when to speak and when to be silent.”
· Saint Ignatius, born Inigo Lopez de Loyola was a Spanish priest and theologian
who founded the Jesuit order in 1534. He did not attend Loyola University.
A truly amazing phenomenon is the less talking you do, the more brilliant and profound
you will appear.
So, I hope you’ve been listening, I mean, reading. Enjoy your week. You deserve it!
When you
go out early
in the morning,
perhaps
to walk your
dog, do you
notice the laborers
already
working high
up among the
roofs and wires
and trees doing whatever it is they are
doing? Obviously what they are doing
is important and vital in addition to being
scary and dangerous. I have never
talked at length with any of these workers
because obviously we don’t travel in
the same social circles or even speak the
same language. One morning I heard a
man scream at me from high in a tree
across the street. The word he screamed
was “oso” and I remembered enough of
my Junior High School Spanish to know
that he was yelling at me about a bear. I
looked around and sure enough there
was a bear at the corner of my house
more than potentially endangering my
dog and myself. Before running back
into the house with my dog I yelled up
“gracias” to the man and that was about
the extent of our conversation
When I see the men, and as far
as I can tell, they are always men I feel
kind of disgusted with myself and my
politics. I am a Berkeley graduate and a
big supporter of civil rights and equality
and fairness and all sorts of other good
things. Nevertheless, right in front of
me there exist this glaring example of
the kind of unfairness that allows many
of us to live our fairly comfortable lives
in our comfortable little town without
thinking much about it. When I do
think about it I know these men are
probably migrant workers left to navigate
our American healthcare system
without insurance and probably with a
language barrier.
I know there is a lack of government
regulation to protect these workers
who frequently work long hours in
adverse conditions for little pay. I assume
that these workers are subject
to heat stroke, sun stroke and injuries
caused by storm conditions and probably
are ineligible for much medical
help. Really, other than in the mornings
I don’t think of them that much.
I am much more concerned with the
threats to my Social Security payments
and every year around tax time I get
angry that my received Social Security
Payments are subject to Federal Income
Tax even though, to my mind, these
payments are not income. In fact, as
I understand it, Social Security Payments
are not subject to the California
State Tax and although it all makes little
sense to me I, like everyone else, just go
along with the program.
As a retired, practically
isolated person, I have come to
realize that one of the things most connected
with my happiness is my connection
to other people. I never knew
other people were so important to me
until they were not around any longer.
So given that one might presume that I
would be very respectful of other people’s
politics and opinions just to maintain
pleasant relations. Unfortunately,
this is not the case. I think that people
who don’t believe in the things which I
feel are important are really evil ignorant
people with whom I do not wish to
associate.
How can one maintain that
fairness and equality and diversity are
not important? How dare one oppose
higher wages and benefits because
such policies are potentially inflationary
things cost too much already?
How dare any one not care about the
struggles of impoverished people and
their families and be indifferent to the
injustices of class inequality. While I
become angry at the blindness of such
people I sometimes actually remember
about the morning laborers, of course
underpaid and unprotected and undoubtedly
living in uncomfortable conditions.
Our little street in the canyon
used to be inhabited by couples and
their children. Now, because of marital
breakups, and deaths, and the children
growing older and living elsewhere,
many of the houses have only one occupant.
Sometimes the houses are vacant
for months at a time while the occupant
is vacationing or on a cruise or something.
Given these conditions does any
canyon resident offer their home as a
refuge to others?
Of course not! That is not how
we Americans live. Only as students do
we content ourselves living with roommates
and then only because of financial
necessity. So we might want to stop all
this talk about fairness and equality and
such. Back in School many us learned,
or should have learned that inequality
was a vital part of American prosperity.
We know that unpaid slave-labor
did all the back breaking cotton picking
that lead to all kinds of revenue for others,
but not for them. The awareness of
the plight of migrant farmworkers doing
the work that other Americans will
not do is well known and continues. So
perhaps I, along with many of the rest
of us, should just shut up and feel fortunate
that we had the foresight to be
born where we were born with an approved
color of skin and even gender.
Let’s continue making our
charitable contributions, especially
ones that cause no personal discomfort,
and pretend that’s enough even though
we know it isn’t. Maybe the only solution
for me is to not get up early in the
morning so that I don’t notice those already
hard at work. Maybe as long as I
am mobile I will go directly to the golf
course and let the dog take care of himself.
After all, just like us he’s lucky to
have a home.
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DINAH CHONG WATKINS
CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE
WRONG KIND
It’s Still Rock And Roll To Me
It was
random
moments of
everyday
incidents
that led me
to this point. A “retro” Chevy PT
Cruiser passing by, my upcoming
high school reunion (it’s once every
75 years to keep the guest list and
catering costs down), a summertime
concert featuring Billy Joel and Stevie
Nicks “tribute artists”.
When the ads popped up promoting
the real and still very much alive
Billy Joel and Stevie Nicks for their
“Two Icons, One Night” concert in
LA, the draw of nostalgia tore me
from my nightly dinner routine with
Gibbs and Ducky of NCIS, and before
I knew it, Ticketmaster had charged
the tickets and added an exorbitant
amount for service fees.
Google Maps calculated our drive to
the stadium would take 62 minutes,
37 of which was the last 2 miles. I
wish I could say we crawled along the
street but that would imply movement.
No doubt because of the rising
cost of gas, the guy 2 cars ahead of us
got out and pushed his car up the line.
We finally entered the SoFi stadium,
home of the LA Rams and Chargers.
Opened in 2020, it’s the most expensive
sports and entertainment venue
in the US. More than double the cost
of other recently built stadiums, its
final price slid just a touch under 5
billion. That’s the equivalent of Elon
Musk’s alimony (3x) and childcare
(9x) support.
The architecture firm HKS was challenged
by Stan Kroeke, owner of the
SoFi stadium and LA Rams, as quoted
by Lance Evans lead designer, “to
come up with great experiences at every
price point.”
Thus began our Death March to the
bowels of the earth, winding down a
concrete ramp of 6 floors, each level
the length of a football field. If you
were a skateboarder it would have
been a great experience but like food,
alcohol and non-translucent bags,
skateboards were not allowed in the
stadium.
We found our seats, strategically
chosen in the first row of a section
so we wouldn’t have people in front
of us dancing and blocking our view.
That the audience was primarily
made up of eligible AARP members
made that assumption somewhat
plausible, though the overwhelming
scent of Bengay and Tiger Balm said
otherwise.
It was the coldest night on record for
Southern California. Inside it was
frosty, windy and wet - Stevie Nicks
who despite being clad in the ephemeral,
flowing gowns she’s known for,
powered through her set while exclaiming
at one point, “It’s freezing in
here!” Yes, the 5 billion dollar building
did not come with heating.
To their credit, the enormous staff at
the SoFi stadium were super friendly
and helpful in getting everyone to
their reserved seat, who then abandoned
it later for better seats on
the floor. And as a public service,
SoFi has a Drive Safe policy, pricing
a can of beer at $20 to prevent
overindulgence.
But back to the concert, after a well
deserved standing ovation for a true
Rock icon, who at 74 years old could
crush your grandma at Aqua Aerobics,
Stevie Nicks left the stage for
Billy Joel to amble on, he joked about
not being able to hit the high notes.
The timber of his voice was of a man
50 years younger, I wish I could hear
better but the woman behind me,
mistaking the concert for a karaoke
bar, sang along like a desperate feral
cat tied to a chalkboard.
As we made it back to the parking lot,
it was eerily quiet. 50,000 attendees
and there was no rush of crowds leaving.
Later, “Breaking News” reported
that 20,000 seniors were stuck overnight
in the stadium waiting their
turn for the elevators to take them 6
floors up to the lobby level.
Ah, nostalgia - it’s a dish best served
hot with a side of Gibbs and Ducky.
Dinah Chong Watkins column appears
every 1st and 3rd Saturday of the month.
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