I was self-appointed
surveyor of forest paths
keeping them open

For many years I was self-appointed inspector of snow storms and rain storms, and did my duty faithfully; surveyor, if not of highways, then of forest paths and all across-lot routes, keeping them open, and ravines bridged and passable at all seasons, where the public heel had testified to their utility.

In any weather, at any hour of the day or night, I have been anxious to improve the nick of time, and notch it on my stick too; to stand on the meeting of two eternities, the past and future, which is precisely the present moment; to toe that line. You will pardon some obscurities, for there are more secrets in my trade than in most men’s, and yet not voluntarily kept, but inseparable from its very nature. I would gladly tell all that I know about it, and never paint “No Admittance” on my gate.

For a long time I was reporter to a journal, of no very wide circulation, whose editor has never yet seen fit to print the bulk of my contributions, and, as is too common with writers, I got only my labor for my pains. However, in this case my pains were their own reward.

For eighteen hundred years, though perchance I have no right to say it, the New Testament has been written; yet where is the legislator who has wisdom and practical talent enough to avail himself of the light which it sheds on the science of legislation.

All passages from Walden by Henry David Thoreau (Boston, Ticknor and Fields, 1854).

Wikipedia quotes EB White on Mr. Thoreau, that to write Walden, “Henry went forth to battle when he took to the woods, and Walden is the report of a man torn by two powerful and opposing drives— the desire to enjoy the world and the urge to set the world straight.”

Mr. Thoreau was in his mid 30’s when he went forth to battle.

I am in my mid 60’s and my urge to set the world straight is waning.

My desire to enjoy the world is growing.

That last line I quote from Walden happens to be the very last line of the book.

I can tweak it to read, “For over two thousand years, though perchance I have no right to say it, the New Testament has been written; yet where is the legislator who has wisdom and practical talent enough to avail himself of the light which it sheds on the science of legislation.“

It was Jim Harrison who once wrote along the lines that the United States had passed some 1.5 million laws … trying to enforce the 10 commandments.

It was Mr. Churchill who said in a speech in 1947, “Indeed it has been said that democracy is the worst form of Government except for all those other forms that have been tried from time to time.”

If Mr. Churchill is correct, BOY HOWDY, but do I feel sorry for all those other countries.

Is it any wonder that I embrace my role as a self-appointed inspector of snow storms and rain storms and reporter for my own journal of small circulation.

However, in this case my pains are their own reward.

PS: Thank you to my wife and co-self-appointed-inspector for the photos of our adventure on Widgeon Point, South Carolina.

catch a falling star
hear mermaids singing – tell me …
where all past years are

Adapted from “Song” by John Donne, first published in 1633, as printed in The Oxford book of English verse, 1250-1918, New York, Oxford University Press, 1939.

The first stanza reads:

Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devil’s foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy’s stinging,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.

With seven children in our family, my wife and I watched a lot of Nickelodeon and I thought a lot of those shows had underlying themes that were for those parents who like us, ended up watching those goofy shows.

The cartoon ‘Hey Arnold‘ about a kid with a football shaped head and his adventures growing up comes to mind.

The Grandma in that show would have a line here and there that just stopped you dead.

From “You’d knock down the statue of Liberty if it got a gray hair!” to “Against the law of the king, perhaps. Against the law of common decency? I think not!” you never knew what she would say.

In one episode Arnold was trying to get folks interested in saving an old building or something, I cannot remember what, and in the middle of the night, Grandma wakes him and drags him yelling, “Come on, let’s go grasp some straws!” and they go out to battle for justice and truth.

That is me today.

So so so much.

Michelle Obama’s call to DO … SOMETHING resonated in me to my toes.

… but what?

Mr. Donne writing almost 400 years ago put it this way.

Go and catch a falling star.

Tell me where all past years are.

Teach me to hear mermaids singing.

[Teach me] to keep off envy’s stinging.

Find what wind serves to advance an honest mind.

Come on, let’s go grasp some straws!