OPINION 13
Mountain Views News Saturday, August 14, 2021 OPINION 13
Mountain Views News Saturday, August 14, 2021
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PUT THE LIGHTS ON
HOW DO WE WIN THE WAR?
What war? Let me try and explain. For a really long time
yesterday was a great day. The morning was slightly overcast
and I was scheduled to meet my new golfing companions in
the heat.
My wife was concerned as the day prior after playing
golf she noted my truly exhausted state. She demanded that I
take along water. She threatened to disable my car (that’s her
actual word) unless I agreed. I followed her advice and for
the first time rented the electric cart. It turned out to be the beginning of a great day.
Not only did I play much better than usual but also I was able to carry on interesting
conversations with my golfing partner who did walk the course. He’s only seventy and
he’s a Republican.
”We need to declare war” he said. I asked against whom this war should be
declared. I pointed out that other wars like the war in Afghanistan, the post 9/11 action
against Iran, the War in Viet Nam had, to my mind, been tragic mistakes. I pointed
out that the War against Poverty and the War against Drugs had both been complete
failures. He seemed to agree for a moment and said that he was quite pleased and
understood why both his highly educated sons (one is a professor of physics and the
other a published poet) have decided not to bring children into this crazy world which
is travelling towards human extinction.
At this point we finished our game but I chose to play another nine holes using
the electric cart and quite enjoyed myself. Really the rest of the day was quite wonderful.
I got a message from Kaiser that my new triple progressive lensed glasses were ready so
I picked them up. Afterward, I suggested that we go to the Pasadena mall and allow the
baby, or former baby (she is now two) to have the new experience of parking structures,
elevators, escalators, and a large restaurant. It is true that approaching her first escalator
our granddaughter clearly said “I scared” but my wife faced the problem by picking her
up. I think she actually said “it’s moving!”
Once inside the restaurant things worked out well for a while. The very helpful
service staff brought crayons and drawing paper, immediately supplied a high chair,
and a child’s menu. Still, this wasn’t enough! The former baby demanded her sippy
cup which we had left in the car four flights below. Since my wife had driven she felt
she could find the car faster. Off she went for what seemed an interminably long time
during which my son and his niece played beautifully together painting pictures with
ketchup and ice. Notwithstanding my son’s considerable learning disabilities they play
beautifully together and watching them was particularly gratifying for me.
Eventually my wife returned with the sippy cup. She did get lost walking
underground from one end of the parking lot to the other and eventually having to
climb three flights of stairs. We finished eating but forgot to get our parking ticket
validated. As you can probably tell we are not experienced mall attendees but managed
it and all in all had quite a nice time.
Unfortunately I made the mistake of watching MSNBC and became
so depressed that I could not force myself to write an article. After a mostly sleepless
night I woke up and still felt the same way but took out the trash and walked around our
canyon circle with my dog. The bear had been around and had knocked over several
trash cans spreading garbage all over the street. I remembered the adage that one
should pick up your own trash and some of other people’s as well. I did what I could
and passed two pillows on another house that read ENJOY TODAY.
So I went home and wrote this article. In reviewing my yesterday and today I
realize that much needs to be done and I don’t know what it is and neither does anybody
else. All we can do is to keep trying, doing new things, learning new things and not
unnecessarily exhausting ourselves. MY WIFE WAS RIGHT! We need to maintain
our strength, be sensible, feel free to talk to people and enjoy today as best as we can.
Really humans are good at adapting and coping and learning. Maybe the enemy is not
ourselves but simply our misunderstandings and misplaced loyalties. I hope so.
Have a good week.
DINAH CHONG WATKINS
CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE WRONG KIND
SECOND HAND ROSE
Frosty's belly had a smudge of orange rust. I pulled out the
metal ice shaver tube, the edges of the grater were worn
smooth from overly ambitious summers of watery, home
made snow cones. His corncob pipe was long gone and
his stovepipe hat had a 2 inch jagged crack in the back. He
wasn’t so much white as snow than faded yellow, like a snow
bank on a popular dog walking route.
“How much?” I asked as I took a dollar bill from my wallet.
“Twenty-five dollars.” she said, as visions of a pedicure danced in her eyes.
“You gotta be kidding me, it’s broken.”
“But it’s vintage.”
DIY Yard Sales. From May to August you can find them popping up like clumps
of weeds in your neighborhood. Every 5 years or so I’d clean out the back of my
closets and brave the dark, hidden, inner reaches of my basement to haul out
junk - I mean treasure - I could no longer live with - spouse excepted. I would
pile the scrap - I mean treasure - to the front of my driveway, and tack up a
couple of hand written posters on local street poles. Two hours before the start
time, people would come and view my offerings, many of them curious, more
of them critical. But at the end of the day, I’d have a cigar box full of change and
a handful of single-digit denomination bills. They paid me to take away my
junk - I mean treasure.
Incidentally, their closets would soon fill up with incomplete sets of Faberware
bought for two bucks, 8-track tapes of Donny Osmond's Greatest Hits, stacks
of National Geographic circa 1970’s, and faded XXXL tees - a certain savior fare
musky odor still clinging to the collars. It was the Bric-a-Brac Circle of Life.
Second hand shopping used to be a low-cost weekend excursion. Yard sales and
Flea markets shared two things. Bargain hunters with big dreams of snagging
an undiscovered Rembrandt from someone’s great granny’s attic and rookie
sellers whose Avengers Edition No.1 comic book is going to pay for that beach
house in Hawaii. Granny’s talents in paint-by-numbers notwithstanding, the
real winners at the Flea markets are the fast-talking Ginsu Knives salespeople
from whom you buy not one, not two but three sets of the World’s Sharpest
Knives with the lifetime guarantee. Not only can you cut cleanly through a copper
pipe with a Ginsu, you can fix a BLT for lunch with it right after.
I never got into Yard Sales. Unlike restaurants with Open Kitchens where you
can view the chef preparing your food, I don’t want to actually know the stranger
who used to wear the denim jacket I just bought. In the back of my mind it
turns into an episode of “Who Wore It Better?” When I was 14, I bought a heavy
woolen, sailor's jacket from the Salvation Army Thrift store. The black top with
the smart square flap on the back had two stripes on the arm designating the
wearer as a Seaman Apprentice. I doubt he’d want to know its glorious days of a
submariner was now reduced to high school gossip in the canteen with a crew
of acne-prone, buck-toothed teens.
In the era before “fast fashion”, clothing was an investment. You bought clothes
that would last years or at least until your younger sibling grew into it. Now a
sweater can be had for the same price as a 3 course meal for at Panera. We toss
our cheaply-bought clothes, like a container of fat-free yogurt, 2 weeks after the
expiration date. “Vintage” stuff - anything pre-Iphone 4, can command sticker-
shock prices. Gone are the days when United Way sold blue jeans and button-
downs by the pound.
Pre-owned, pre-loved, consignment - fancy names for fancy prices of second
hand goods. And that Avengers No.1 edition and the beach house? Check out
the the word REPRINT in small print by the title, and convince your spouse
staycations are better anyways.
Email me at dinah@aletterfromabroad.com
Read more at: https://aletterfromabroad.wordpress.com
RICH JOHNSON NOW THAT’S RICH!
FATHERING DAUGHTERS
I came across an email sent to a friend circa 5 years ago
who was, at the time, a father-to-be.
“To my good friend and father to be Pastor Briant…”,
the email began. And now I, embellish on that
electronic communique to, include all fathers and
fathers-to-be.
I said to Briant if fatherhood impacts you the way it
impacted me you are soon to be blessed with a new
and special understanding of the love of God as seen
through the special prism of the eyes of a father.
You are about to witness the miracle of birth. If you involve yourself, Dad, in the
whole experience, labor through birth, (which I strongly encourage) your love
for your bride and your child will enter the cosmic range.
Shortly after your wonderful wife gives birth, you will experience a love at a
depth and level of which you currently have no comprehension. Your love for
your child will be unlike any other love you have experienced. You can comprehend
your love for your wife, your career, golf, friends, video games, me (lol) and
even guitars. They all pale in comparison, mi amigo.
Almost immediately, you will describe your love for your child as a love that disappears
completely off the page and up into the clouds. I love my children more
than I can fathom or understand. And this sudden burst of enlightenment was
and is, very possibly, the greatest cosmic proof of the existence of our Heavenly
Father.
Part two of your specific blessing is, Briant, you know you are about to have a
daughter. I have suggestions for you. But let me first quote writer John Sinor:
“It is admirable for a man to take his son fishing, but there is a special place in
heaven for the father who takes his daughter shopping.”
Fathers who carve out quality special time, early on with their daughters, are
investing in their daughter’s lifelong emotional wellbeing. Without your special
involvement Dad, your daughter could, very likely, develop a hole in her heart. A
hole your daughter could spend the rest of her life emotionally trying to fill with
whomever or whatever just happens to come along.
I committed to make sure that hole never appeared. I set aside time to regularly
take my daughter out and spend quality time with her. My daughter and I had,
and still have, a close friendship. Time spent with just the two of us is a continuing
investment that reaps huge long-term benefits. It really pays off! She’ll even,
(very occasionally) side with you in disagreements with your wife! Don’t get used
to it.
And to all fathers out there…especially fathers of daughters. Let me quote Lady
Gaga: “I love my Daddy. My Daddy’s everything. I hope I can find a man that will
treat me as good as my dad!”
I hope all us fathers earn and witness our daughters (and sons too) express the
same tender words Lady Gaga (Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta) used to
describe her father. Get it? Got it? Good! (Thank you Court Jester!)
By the way, Nanos has a music next Thursday, Friday and Saturday Night (6:309:
30pm). Acoustic folk music night Thursday with Catharine Beck and friends,
Friday night Eric Eckstrand Group. And Saturday night is JJ Jukebox (I’ve heard
of them). Fun rock from the 50’s, 60’s, 70’s. (626) 325-3334 for reservations. 322
W. Sierra Madre Blvd., Sierra Madre.
JOHN MICEK OUR ENDLESS COVID SUMMER
It all kind of piled up this week.
COVID hospitalizations and deaths are up. We’re still trying
to convince the unvaccinated to get vaccinated, even
as intensive care units fill beyond capacity. As the Delta
variant attacks our children, Florida’s governor threatens
the withhold the wages of educators who want to protect
the lives of young people in their charge.
People are still shopping baseless claims of election fraud,
and are actively working to knock the legs out from under
American democracy. And, as an added bonus, an earth-shattering new report
reinforces the reality that the world is literally on fire.
It’s … a lot.
Surveying a landscape of denial on the basic realities of public health (vaccines
and masks prevent illness) and science (people contribute to climate change,
and are in a position to mitigate it), you ask yourself what you can do to sway
the opinions of so many people who are so clearly dug in, and won’t move off
those positions, no matter how hard you try to appeal to their better angels or
sense of patriotism.
My own rage over seeing the nation dragged backwards in its fight against the
pandemic after a summer that began with such promise is palpable. I’m beyond
tired of the “I wish I’d gotten the vaccine” stories that have seemingly accompanied
every new death. I’ve yelled at the TV after the umpteenth account of a
passenger attacking a flight attendant because they refused to wear a mask, or
follow some other pandemic protocol designed to keep all of us safe.
So I could have gone on the attack. And the people who agree with me would
have applauded. And the people who disagree with me would have filled my
email inbox with invective that I can’t repeat here. And nothing would change.
And we’d make no progress.
But giving up also isn’t an option. As the ancient Roman philosopher-emperor
Marcus Aurelius reminds us, all you can do is put your head down and do your
job. Ultimately, as author Ryan Holiday has translated for him, the obstacle becomes
the way. And examples of it are everywhere if you look.
Take, for instance, the Florida school officials who have told Republican Gov.
Ron DeSantis to bring it with his threat to dock their pay over mask mandates.
“Standing up for our students and our families is part of our job,” said Nora Rupert,
a member of the Broward County School Board. “Being afraid that we’re
going to lose our job — be removed from office, fined, lose our salary — bring
it. Bring it. Because when you put that out there it makes me work harder for
our school children and our families.”
This week, in tiny, Republican-controlled Tioga County in rural Pennsylvania,
Republican county commissioners told a state lawmaker pushing for an Arizona-
style sham investigation of the 2020 election results to take a walk, as they
denounced the costly and “unnecessary chaos,” that such a probe would cause.
In Texas, Democratic state Sen. Carol Alvarado spoke for more than 14 hours as
she filibustered a Republican-backed voter suppression bill. The bill, which opponents
said would suppress voters of color and the disabled, ultimately passed
on an 18-11 vote, according to the Texas Tribune.
According to the Tribune, Alvarado, who wore running shoes and a back brace,
wasn’t allowed to take bathroom breaks or even a drink of water. Nor was she
allowed to sit or lean against her desk on the Senate floor.
But she kept at it. The obstacle became the way.
And those are just the headlines. Think for a moment of all the doctors and
nurses who are putting their own health and safety at risk as they treat the unvaccinated,
who have urged us time and again, to get vaccinated so we wouldn’t
reach the crisis stage in which we currently find ourselves.
Again.
A year or so back, at the height of the pandemic, I wrote that there was no
greater failure in the warrior state of ancient Sparta than to drop your shield.
That’s not because it not only protected you, it also protected the hoplite marching
into battle next to you. It was about protecting the whole line.
Those healthcare workers. The educators in Florida. The county commissioners
in rural Pennsylvania. They’re protecting the whole line. Even if you don’t agree
with them or their choices, there’s no disputing that they’ve put responsibility
to the whole above responsibility to themselves.
They’ve recognized that the obstacle is the way.
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