6.10.2020 – Iced tea? Sweet Tea!

Iced tea? Sweet Tea!
Drinking Champagne of the South
Glass of Summertime

I hit the big time today.

Well, for the Atlanta area anyway.

My friends at Atlanta & Company, seen on 11Alive in Atlanta, asked me about writing a haiku for National Iced Tea Day.

Happy to help, I composed and sent off two possibilities.

The one that was not chosen read:

glass of tea on ice
summertime to sip slowly
the taste of sunshine

The other was today’s haiku.

It was read ON AIR today so hopefully nearly six million people heard my haiku.

At least the potential was there to be heard by six million people.

Back in the day old Braniff Airlines launched their The Flying Colors of the United States’ and had three planes painted by Alexander Calder.

At one time it was decided that these planes were the most viewed works of art in the history of the world.

That included anyone who happened to be in New York City when one of these jets flew overheard, I guess.

They might not have noticed the paint job, BUT the potential was there.

Neither here nor there but I understand the plane painted red, white and blue and dedicated by Betty Ford as a bicentennial event back in 1975 was blown up in making the movie, Bad Boys.

So much for flying art.

So the 6 million people of Atlanta had the chance to hear one of my haikus.

How cool is that?

Was I disappointed that my friend Christine did not recite the poem?

To be honest?

Well ….

YES!

I love Trent, don’t get me wrong.

But to have Christine reading my Haiku over the airways?

I already have her penciled in for the audio version of, “Live Happy! Go for the Bronze: The collected Haiku’s of James Aaaron.” (My pen name).

But that’s down the road a bit.

Though the hard copy version of the book is #3 in Germany right now.

Thank you all at Atlanta & Company for the moment.

I hope I did not disappoint.

6.9.2020 – right before my eyes

right before my eyes
confused melancholic state
stupid self pity

These are my eyes.

Images that were taken at my last eye exam.

I asked my Doctor, Dr. Susie Cho, if I could take a picture of the images.

She said that was okay but looked at kind of funny.

She really looked me at when I said I also had taken pictures of my last CAT SCAN so I could have them with me on my handheld.

I have been wearing glasses since the third grade.

I have seen a lot happen right before my eyes.

In the play, AS YOU LIKE IT, (Act 5 Scene 2), Big Bill writes, “how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes.”

I don’t have to stop and think much to realize that I have seen so much more happiness through my eyes that I rarely had to consider happiness through another persons eyes.

So that would seem to make me the opposite of bitter.

Yet for reasons real and unreal, I find myself living in that confused state of melancholy.

I think that I am approaching 60 years of age.

Its not the age that hits me, its the mileage, to quote Professor Henry Walton Jones.

The miles that I look back on.

The miles I have seen through these eyes.

I hit upon this passage from the book Sundog by Jim Harrison, which I have been rereading of late.

(I have to ask why when I quote Bill do I always seem to quote Jim?)

Mr. Harrison wrote;

I discussed with myself the utter lack of options open to us, or to anyone for that matter.

What did you wish to become?

Oh, it’s far too late for that.

It is the sweep of this life that gives a sense of relentless departure

No one is ready, it seems for the loss of control, the ineluctable character of acceleration that gathers around the later years.

Still, one looks forward toward the horizon with a heart willing to lighten.

Still,

One looks forward toward the horizon with a heart willing to lighten.

A heart willing to lighten.

It can’t be that bad.

I look to the horizon.

My heart willing to lighten and bring me to the surface, I started to hum to myself.

Stupid stupid self pity.

I recognized the tune in my head.

I had to laugh when I realized that though, on the recommendation of Mr. Harrison, I was listening to Stravinsky’s Le sacre du printemps on my headset, this other tune had snuck into my subconscious.

I had to sing out loud.

We’ve taken all you’ve given
It’s gettin’ hard to make a livin’
Mr. President, have pity on the working man

We ain’t asking you to love us
You may place yourself high above us
Mr. President, have pity on the working man

Maybe you’re cheap
Maybe you’re lyin’
Maybe you have lost your mind
Maybe you only think about yourself

Too late to run, too late to cry now
The time has come for us to say good-bye now
Mr. President, have pity on the working man
Mr. President, have pity on the working man

That is how it happened.

Honest.

Right before my eyes.

*Mr. President (Have Pity on the Working Man)
by Newman Randy

6.8.2020 – Many divisions

Many divisions
does the pope have? They are there …
though you don’t see them

At the Big Three Conference in Tehran in November, 1943, Winston Churchill, Joseph Stalin and Franklin Roosevelt met to discuss plans for operations in World War 2.

Winston Churchill mentioned to Joseph Stalin that the views of the Pope might also be considered.

Stalin looked at Churchill and says something along the lines of, “How many divisions does the Pope have?”

For the most part, the story ends there.

A show stopper of a comment to be sure.

We recently relocated and once again I had to pack and unpack my books.

Whenever this happens I run across old favorites that I haven’t opened in years and before I know it is hours later and few books have been put away.

I came across my copy of “The Fringes of Power.”

The edited diary of Winston Churchill’s Principle Private Secretary (PPS), John Colville.

Colville was 1st assigned to the Prime Minister’s Office under Neville Chamberlain.

He would continue in this office through both of Mr. Churchill’s terms as Prime Minister.

And he, illegally, kept this diary.

I first came across this book at the Creston Branch Library on the North End of Grand Rapids, Michigan.

I lived in the neighborhood of the library in an apartment with no air conditioning.

Often on hot summer nights I would walk down to the library to read.

For some reason, I could always count on the library’s copy of this book to be there.

It is one of those books that you could just open anywhere and read.

Somewhere along the line I picked up my own copy.

Maybe at a Library book sale.

I always have stayed on the war years for the most part.

I remember reading that Mr. Churchill was asked once if he could, what year would he like to live through again?

Without hesitation, Mr. Churchill responded, “1940! Decisions had to made every day!”

But this night I got into the pages about the 1950’s.

I was reading how Mr. Churchill had arranged to be in the United States in January 1953 so he could meet with both President Truman and a week later, President Eisenhower.

Colville recorded how on the night of January 8th, there was a dinner at the White House

Colville writes, “There was some talk about Stalin. Truman recalled how at Potsdam he had discovered that the vodka Stalin drank for toasts was really weak white wine, and how when W.S.C had said that the Pope would dislike something, Stalin answered …”

I was happy to be able to finish the quote, “How many divisions has the Pope.”

It is a famous quote.

Unexpectedly, Colville’s diary entry continued.

“W[inston] said he remembered replying that the fact they could not be measured in military terms did not mean they did not exist.”

I had not heard of Mr. Churchill’s response.

He certainly gave as good as he got.

They are words for people today who use the name of God in vain.

I am not talking about people who cuss, though taking the name of God of vain has come to mean that in some circles.

The 3rd of the 10 commandments states, “Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain” (Exodus 20:7) in the King James English.

The New International Verison of the Bible puts it , “You shall not misuse the name of the Lord your God,”

In vain,

Do not misuse.

Carelessly, thoughtlessly, irreverently, silly banter and make empty promise are all terms used for this verse in other English translations.

Reminds me of someone.

Someone who should know better thought I doubt it sometimes.

Someone who uses the Bible and the Lord’s name pretty carelessly.

Someone who needs to be reminded that if you cannot measure his power in military means, it does not mean its not there.

That someone would do well to be aware of that power.

6.7.2020 – Hear the voice of God?

Hear the voice of God?
Who will go for us? We said,
here we are. Send us!

Hundreds of thousands of Americans took to the streets, in big cities and small towns, from coast to coast, marking one of the the most expansive mobilizations yet in the nationwide protests against police violence and systemic racism sparked by the police killing of George Floyd in Minneapolis.

Demonstrations, now in their second weekend, were largely peaceful – and included moments of levity and jubilance. It was a notable shift from the weekend prior, when police beat back demonstrators with force, using teargas and pepper spray

from George Floyd killing: peaceful protests sweep America as calls for racial justice reach new heights in The Guardian, June 7, 2020

Hoffman Kids 2001

Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?”
And I said, “Here am I. Send me!”
Isaiah 6:8 New International Version (NIV)

6.6.2020 – words ridicule God

words ridicule God
I, I, I, I, I, I, but
God knows where you are

Came across the passage in the Bible where Isaiah prophesies Sennacherib’s fall.

Isaiah sent word to Hezekiah, King of Judah, that God had heard the Kings prayer concerning Sennacherib king of Assyria, who was planning to attack Judah.

The Book of 2nd Kings, Chapter 19 records that Isaiah said to the King, “This is the word that the Lord has spoken against him.

Who is it you have ridiculed and blasphemed?
Against whom have you raised your voice and lifted your eyes in pride?
Against the Holy One of Israel!
By your messengers you have ridiculed the Lord.

And you have said,
“With my many chariots I have ascended the heights of the mountains, the utmost heights of Lebanon.
I have cut down its tallest cedars, the choicest of its junipers.
I have reached its remotest parts, the finest of its forests.
I have dug wells in foreign lands and drunk the water there.
With the soles of my feet I have dried up all the streams of Egypt.”

But I know where you are and when you come and go and how you rage against me.
Because you rage against me and because your insolence has reached my ears, I will put my hook in your nose and my bit in your mouth, and I will make you return by the way you came.’

These passages struck me this morning as I read my Bible.

God has seen this type of behavior before.

God has dealt with this type of behavior before.

God will deal with this type of behavior again.

I almost feel sorry for old Sennacherib.

His army ended not facing the army of Hezekiah but an Angel of the Lord.

An Angel of the Lord who killed 185,000 of Sennacherib’s men overnight.

Sennacherib later died by swords held by the hands of his sons, who were eager to take over.

Like the feller said, better for us the we can work things out with Jesus before we have to work things out with his Dad.