3.6.2025 – government of the

government of the
orioles, by, for foxes
must perish from earth

The Birds and the Foxes

Once upon a time there was a bird sanctuary in which hundreds of Baltimore orioles lived together happily. The refuge consisted of a forest entirely surrounded by a high wire fence. When it was put up, a pack of foxes who lived nearby -protested that it was an arbitrary and unnatural boundary. However, they did nothing about it at the time because they were interested in civilizing the geese and ducks on the neighboring farms.

When all the geese and ducks had been civilized, and there was nothing else left to eat, the foxes once more turned their attention to the bird sanctuary. Their leader announced that there had once been foxes in the sanctuary but that they had been driven out. He proclaimed that Baltimore orioles belonged in Baltimore. He said, furthermore, that the orioles in the sanctuary were a continuous menace to the peace of the world. The other animals cautioned the foxes not to disturb the birds in their sanctuary. So the foxes attacked the sanctuary one night and tore down the fence that, surrounded it. The orioles rushes out and were instantly killed and eaten by the foxes.

The next day the leader of the foxes, a fox from whom God was receiving daily guidance, got upon the rostrum and addressed the other foxes. His message was simple and sublime. “You see before you,” he said, “another Lincoln. We have liberated all those birds!”

Moral: Government of the orioles, by the foxes, and for the foxes, must perish from the earth.

From Fables for Our Time by James Thurber as reprinted in The Thurber Carnival, Harper Brothers, New York, 1945.

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3.5.2025 – hearing history

hearing history
sounds of summer times long past
… was another time

Years and years ago, my Dad took us kids on a spring trip and we traveled south.

When I was 9, my brother Paul got married and moved to the suburbs of Washington DC so our usual spring trip destination was to see Paul and his family and visit Washington.

But one year, my brother took a short-term posting to California and my Dad said we were going south.

This was a small group of just me and my sister Lisa and my little brothers Pete, Steve and Al.

It was a trip marked by breakfasts in the pre-Egg-McMuffin era at little local diners with us kids saying, I am not eating those grits.

We went to Shiloh Battlefield and the Land Between the Lakes in Kentucky and stopped at Mammoth Cave.

It was in an odd little gift shop near Mammoth Cave that my mom found The Gong.

The gong was the ugliest wind chime ever made with two hollow mishappen brass cylinders suspended on either side of a lump of iron the size of a golf ball.

It had an Alexander Calderesque quality to it and it gave off the deepest, loudest … GONG SOUNDS you ever heard.

The chime was hung from the ceiling in the kitchen of the cottage where my family spent our summers.

Lucky for us, it took a near hurricane to get it to move at all so we rarely heard it.

It rang more often when the grand kids would reach out from the stairs and take a swing at it to make it GONG.

But when there were storms, we knew it.

And that is where I am today.

I inherited the chime and it has traveled with my family and hung from porches and balconies all the Atlanta area and now, here in South Carolina.

Last night, the county schools were closed down here due to a forecast of ‘HIGH WINDS’ and storms.

As I sat by the window this morning with my morning coffee, I could hear the wind and, from time to time, a soft gong.

The sound echoed in my head to my heart.

Closing my eyes I was back 40 years ago.

On the shore of Lake Michigan.

I was hearing the sound of my family history.

The sound of summer times long past.

Boy Howdy but it was another time.

(You cannot see it, but the chime hung back in the upper left corner just in front of the side of the stairs – those stairs, by the way, were completely open on the bottom with a 20 foot drop to the basement, with no rails and open on one side and spaced vertical poles on the other – that you could reach through and push the chime – parents worried for lots of crawling babies but so far as I remember only my little brother Al every fell through)

3.4.2025 – justice is coming

justice is coming
and everybody seems to …
to be dreading it

Adapted from the line: Inside the Richard J. Daley Center, they passed through security scanners and took the elevator to the sixteenth floor. The place was bustling with lawyers and litigants, clerks and cops, either hustling about or huddled in little pockets of serious conversations. Justice was looming, and everyone seemed to be dreading it.

In the book, The Litigators by John Grisham.

Really nothing from nowhere about anything in particular but the idea of the folks in this current Executive Branch of the Government are, in the back of their minds, in their hearts, where they are truly honest with themselves at 3 in the morning, there are thinking this.

The know that what they are doing is wrong.

Justice is looming.

And they are all dreading it.

3.3.2025 – it is better to

it is better to
have ring of freedom in your
ears than in your nose

The Bears and the Monkeys.

In a deep forest there lived many bears. They spent the winter sleeping, and the summer playing leap-bear and stealing honey and buns from nearby cottages. One day a fast-talking monkey named Glib showed up and told them that their way of life was bad for bears. “You are prisoners of pastime,” he said, “addicted to leap-bear, and slaves of honey and buns.”

The bears were impressed and frightened as Glib went on talking. “Your forebears have done this to you,” he said. Glib was so glib, glibber than the glibbest monkey they had ever seen before, that the bears believed he must know more than they knew, or than anybody else. But when he left, to tell other species what was the matter with them, the bears reverted to their fun and games and their theft of buns and honey.

Their decadence made them bright of eye, light of heart, and quick of paw, and they had a wonderful time, living as bears had always lived, until one day two of Glib’s successors appeared, named Monkey Say and Monkey Do. They were even glibber than Glib, and they brought many presents and smiled all the time. “We have come to liberate you from freedom,” they said. “This is the New Liberation, twice as good as the old, since there are two of us.”

So each bear was made to wear a collar, and the collars were linked together with chains, and Monkey Do put a ring in the lead bear’s nose, and a chain on the lead bear’s ring. “Now you are free to do what I tell you to do,” said Monkey Do.

“Now you are free to say what I want you to say,” said Monkey Say. “By sparing you the burden of electing your leaders, we save you from the dangers of choice. No more secret ballots, everything open and aboveboard.” For a long time the bears submitted to the New Liberation, and chanted the slogan the monkeys had taught them: “Why stand on your own two feet when you can stand on ours?”

Then one day they broke the chains of their new freedom and found their way back to the deep forest and began playing leap-bear again and stealing honey and buns from the nearby cottages. And their laughter and gaiety rang through the forest, and birds that had ceased singing began singing again, and all the sounds of the earth were like music.

MORAL: It is better to have the ring of freedom in your ears than in your nose.

Fables for Our Time and Famous Poems Illustrated by James Thurber, New York, Harpers, 1940.

I would be remiss if I did not mention that the Federal Reserve Bank said today that:

The GDPNow model estimate for real GDP growth (seasonally adjusted annual rate) in the first quarter of 2025 is -2.8 percent on March 3, down from -1.5 percent on February 28. After this morning’s releases from the US Census Bureau and the Institute for Supply Management, the nowcast of first-quarter real personal consumption expenditures growth and real private fixed investment growth fell from 1.3 percent and 3.5 percent, respectively, to 0.0 percent and 0.1 percent.

Bills do come due and a fall of GDP from -1.5 to a -2.8 in five days is rather stunning.

This is the New Liberation, twice as good as the old, since there are two of us.

3.2.2025 – be dizzy now turn

be dizzy now turn
your head upside down see how
world looks upside down

Spring is when the grass turns green and glad.
Spring is when the new grass comes up and says, “Hey, hey!
Hey, hey!”
Be dizzy now and turn your head upside down and see how
the world looks upside down.
Be dizzy now and turn a cartwheel, and see the good earth
through a cartwheel.

Tell your feet the alphabet.
Tell your feet the multiplication table.
Tell your feet where to go, and, and watch ‘em go and come back.

Can you dance a question mark?
Can you dance an exclamation point?
Can you dance a couple of commas?
And bring it to a finish with a period?

Can you dance like the wind is pushing you?
Can you dance like you are pushing the wind?
Can you dance with slow wooden heels
and then change to bright and singing silver heels?
Such nice feet, such good feet.

Lines Written for Gene Kelly To Dance To by Carl Sandburg as published in The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg (revised and updated).

Dancing feet?

Such good feet?

Spring is when the grass turns green and glad.

Spring is when the new grass comes up and says, “Hey, hey!
Hey, hey!”

Spring is when the new grass puts so much pollen in the air that I am dizzy now and I turn my head upside down and see how the world looks upside down and can’t breath and think my head is going to explode.

I can’t dance a question mark?

I can’t dance an exclamation point?

I can’t dance a couple of commas?

And I can’t bring it to a finish with a period?

I can’t even breath.