2.14.2020 – There is a place where

There is a place where
love begins and where love ends
and love asks nothing

Is love worse living?

Is love worth living?

Is life without love worth living?

Is that so hard?

Why is that so hard?

In the movie, “Shenandoah”, Doug McClure ask Jimmy Stewart for permission to marry his daughter.

Jimmy Stewart, who is sitting on his front porch, tells McClure to sit down as he doesn’t like people looking down on him, says to McClure, “Do you like her?”

“Sir, I ….”

“No, no. You just said you loved her. There’s some difference between lovin’ and likin'”

Why is that so hard?

Why is that so hard to understand?

Alicia Keys is the same ball park with the lines, “I keep on fallin’ In and out of love with you. Makes me so confused.”

All these questions.

Even after being married 30 years, all these questions.

I am in love, no question there.

Am I making this way to complicated?

It’s a bit of shock that I had the answer 30 years ago.

Back in the day it was a big deal to have the wedding program laid out on a computer.

What today is a word document with different fonts and sizes was seen as really cool.

My soon-to-be-wife asked me if there was anything I would like to included on the program.

I asked that Carl Sandburg’s Poem, Explanations of Love, be on the back.

The final line of this poem?

“love asks nothing.”

Explanations of Love
Carl Sandburg

There is a place where love begins and a place
where love ends.

There is a touch of two hands that foils all dictionaries.

There is a look of eyes fierce as a big Bethlehem open hearth
furnace or a little green-fire acetylene torch.

There are single careless bywords portentous as a
big bend in the Mississippi River.

Hands, eyes, bywords–out of these love makes
battlegrounds and workshops.

There is a pair of shoes love wears and the coming
is a mystery.

There is a warning love sends and the cost of it
is never written till long afterward.

There are explanations of love in all languages
and not one found wiser than this:

There is a place where love begins and a place
where love ends—and love asks nothing.

2.12.2020 – Is not much of it

Is not much of it
the reason, I suppose, there
is not much of me

In reply to a request for an autobiographical statement, Abraham Lincoln sent the following.

Mr. Lincoln wrote in a letter accompanying the autobiography, “There is not much of it, for the reason, I suppose, that there is not much of me.”

I was born Feb. 12, 1809, in Hardin County, Kentucky. My parents were both born in Virginia, of undistinguished families– second families, perhaps I should say. My mother, who died in my tenth year, was of a family of the name of Hanks, some of whom now reside in Adams and others in Macon Counties, Illinois. My paternal grandfather, Abraham Lincoln, emigrated from Rockingham County, Virginia, to Kentucky, about 1781 or 2, where, a year or two later, he was killed by indians, not in battle, but by stealth, when he was laboring to open a farm in the forest. His ancestors, who were Quakers, went to Virginia from Berks County, Pennsylvania. An effort to identify them with the New-England family of the same name ended in nothing more definite, than a similarity of Christian names in both families, such as Enoch, Levi, Mordecai, Solomon, Abraham, and the like.

My father, at the death of his father, was but six years of age; and he grew up, litterally [sic] without education. He removed from Kentucky to what is now Spencer County, Indiana, in my eighth year. We reached our new home about the time the State came into the Union. It was a wild region, with many bears and other wild animals, still in the woods. There I grew up. There were some schools, so called; but no qualification was ever required of a teacher beyond “readin, writin, and cipherin” to the Rule of Three. If a straggler supposed to understand latin happened to sojourn in the neighborhood, he was looked upon as a wizzard [sic]. There was absolutely nothing to excite ambition for education. Of course when I came of age I did not know much. Still somehow, I could read, write, and cipher to the Rule of Three; but that was all. I have not been to school since. The little advance I now have upon this store of education, I have picked up from time to time under the pressure of necessity.

I was raised to farm work, which I continued till I was twenty-two. At twenty one I came to Illinois, and passed the first year in Macon County. Then I got to New-Salem (at that time in Sangamon, now in Menard County), where I remained a year as a sort of Clerk in a store. Then came the Black-Hawk war; and I was elected a Captain of Volunteers–a success which gave me more pleasure than any I have had since. I went the campaign, was elated, ran for the Legislature the same year (1832) and was beaten–the only time I ever have been beaten by the people. The next, and three succeeding biennial elections, I was elected to the Legislature. I was not a candidate afterwards. During this Legislative period I had studied law, and removed to Springfield to practise it. In 1846 I was once elected to the lower House of Congress. Was not a candidate for re-election. From 1849 to 1854, both inclusive, practiced law more assiduously than ever before. Always a whig in politics, and generally on the whig electoral tickets, making active canvasses–I was losing interest in politics, when the repeal of the Missouri Compromise aroused me again. What I have done since then is pretty well known.

If any personal description of me is thought desirable, it may be said, I am, in height, six feet, four inches, nearly; lean in flesh, weighing on an average one hundred and eighty pounds; dark complexion, with coarse black hair, and grey eyes–no other marks or brands recollected.

That line, “What I have done since then is pretty well known.”

Did anyone ever say so much, say so little.

The Gettysburg Address is 300 words and sums up the Civil War.

In his notebook, Mr. Twain recorded his thoughts on Lincoln’s 2nd Inaugural Address.

Twain wrote, “Eloquence Simplicity — Lincoln’s “With malice toward none, with charity for all, & doing the right as God gives us to see the right, all may yet be well. — Very simple & beautiful.”

I guess as President’s go, sometimes we get who we need,

Sometimes we get who we deserve.

And as Barbara Holland wrote in Hail to the Chiefs: Or How to Tell Your Polks from Your Tylers, “Mostly the democratic process works about as well as could be expected, but every so often it stirs up something from the soft bottom of the gene pool, and everyone goes “Yecch! What is it?” and then acts all injured innocence, as if they’d never marked a ballot in all there born days.”

Ms. Holland was writing about Warren G. Harding.

President Harding may not have been first in line in the brains list but he was smart enough to say. “I am not fit for this office and never should have here.”

Where is Mr. Lincoln today?

Our country turn’s it lonely eyes to him.

02.05.2020 – Respect, Compassion

Respect, Compassion
Dignity, Civility
Brother! Where art thou?

No handshakes.

Ripped up speeches.

Raucous applause.

Jeering.

Heckling.

I remember that President Cleveland said over 100 years ago, “What good are politicians unless they stand for something?”

But is it too much to expect they play nice in the sandbox?

Come on.

No need for Saturday Night Live to act out a parody of the speech.

Just run the tape.

Where is the dignity?

Where is their self respect?

For some reason I got to thinking of gym class at Riverside Junior High School in Grand Rapids, Michigan.

I went through 3 years of gym classes run by Mr. Voet.

Mr. Voet had certain ideas about how gym class was supposed to be run.

Mr. Voet knew for certain that we students, 12, 13 and 14 year old boys should have these same ideas.

Look smart.

Show respect.

Show self respect.

Respect started with the self.

We all wore Riverside Junior High School gym uniforms.

White T-shirts and red shorts with matching numbers.

T-shirts tucked in.

White, over the calf, gym socks with red strips around the tops, pulled up over the calf.

(We did look sharp.)

The gym floor had numbers on it along one base line.

We were assigned a number.

Gym class started 10 minutes after the hour when Mr. Voet blew his whistle.

We were expected to be in uniform, T-shirt tucked in, matching number on shirt and shorts, socks up and standing on our number.

Mr. Voet would walk along the line, holding out his pen, cap first, with his record book and check on these things.

If you weren’t on your number you got a sharp word.

If you weren’t in uniform or if something was wrong with your uniform, he stopped, stared at you for a second and recorded a demerit in his record book and moved on.

I mention that numbers on the shirt and shorts had to match because of my little brother, Pete.

He was a year younger than me.

Sometimes our uniforms got mixed up in the laundry and our numbers didn’t match.

My number was 206, Pete’s was 3.

Why do I remember that?

Sometimes we had each others complete uniform.

Sometimes we did it on purpose.

Drove Mr. Voet nuts.

His revenge was that for every 3 demerits or so, he dropped your grade for that marking period.

The way out of this was you could come in early and run laps to get rid of demerits.

10 laps of the boys gym and 1 demerit would be erased.

I ran laps.

I ran a lot of laps.

Oh boy did I run a lot of laps.

Uniform violations was only one way to get a demerit.

I managed to find a lot of a ways to get demerits.

One memorable class, we were running some drill one at time in the gym.

We all had to line up and wait for our turn.

While waiting I looked around and saw that someone had left a Literature Textbook on the bleachers.

I sat down and started reading wherever I opened the book and forgot all about gym class.

The next thing I remember was that the gym was completely still.

I felt something warm nearby.

I put the book down and looked to see Mr. Voet about 3 inches from my nose.

Mr. Voet’s face was so red, I could feel real warmth.

The odd thing was that stillness.

Trying hard, I could pick up an echo off the walls of the gym of something that sounded like, “MR. HOFFMAN! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?”

Boy did I run a lot of laps.

As you ran down along the long side of the gym, there was a sign on the wall at the corner.

You couldn’t miss it as you ran.

I can’t remember for sure, but it said something like “Self Respect Starts with Self.”

For some reason this was on my mind last night as I watched the State of the Union.

I am not sure how it applies to all that went during the 2020 State of the Union address.

Maybe I wanted everyone to show some respect.

Maybe I wanted everyone to show some self respect.

Maybe I wanted to see everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, on the floor of the House Chamber wearing Riverside Junior High School gym uniforms and running laps.

I like that idea.

Laps.

Lots and lots of laps.

Post Script: Years later I have to say Mr. Voet was right.

Self respect starts with self.

He was a good guy as well even if he never did figure me out.

I was in no way an athlete but Mr. Voet always gave me a fair shake.

After that class period where he caught me reading, he came up to me and said quietly, “Just don’t bring anymore books or homework out to the gym, okay?”

I said, “Coach, I didn’t bring that book. It was already sitting there. I just picked it up and starting reading.”

Mr. Voet stared at me for a bit.

2.4.2020 – Would pay to feel good!

Would pay to feel good!
Good feeling from kind words, acts.
What does that cost me?

One thing I always knew I wanted to avoid when I got older was taking pills.

I think of one episode of Gilligan’s Island where Thurston Howell III was left to manage his day without his wife.

He announced he had figured out his ‘pill schedule’ on his own.

He would just take one of each every hour.

Now I got pills for headaches.

Pills for body aches.

Pills for my heart to work better.

Pills to make my stomach fill better.

Pills to help my gut stop hurting.

Pills to help use the restroom.

Pills to avoid needing to use the restroom.

Pills to fill in the gaps of things I need in my diet that I don’t get in my diet.

And pills to help just feel good because I feel so bad when I think about all the pills I take.

I look in the cupboard and I think, “something went wrong here.”

I don’t expect to feel GREAT.

But, well, better, wouldn’t be bad.

Or just good.

And I realized something.

Recently I have received unexpected complimentary comments on, of all things, my haikus.

I almost find it hard to believe it myself.

One, that anyone might enjoy reading this blog makes me feel, for lack of a better word, good.

That anyone would take time out of their day to tell me just blows me away.

Not a pill, but just a few kind words.

It made me stop and think about the times I have made time to compliment someone.

Recently my wife and I had to be out at Hartsfield.

You know, the local airport here.

The world comes to Atlanta through Hartsfield.

The joke is when you die and go to heaven/hell you still have to change planes at Hartsfield.

One of the odd pleasures of living in Atlanta is that when you travel and you are flying back to Atlanta, you can tell your seatmate’s that you are flying into Hartsfield BECAUSE you live in Atlanta.

ANYWAY, I can’t remember why we were there, dropping someone off or picking someone up and we decided to get some coffee.

The Starbucks was jammed so we walked down the concourse to an IHOP and got coffee and sat at a table near the railing and watched the world walk by.

Several times the IHOP manager stopped by for refills.

He was friendly in a truly friendly way.

Asked why we were there.

Commented on the business and such.

Each time he stopped he had another friendly comment or chatted for a minute.

It wasn’t just us.

This young man WORKED that dining area.

Got extra plates or cups or refills for anyone who needed anything.

He got everyone to smile and if you know Hartsfield, that is one hard crowd.

I finally asked if his boss was around or supervisor or whatever because I wanted that person to know how impressive this guy was.

He laughed and said no, no one, not to worry, he was just doing his job.

But as we left, he approached us.

He apologized and didn’t want to bother us but there was a guy, if I was serious, that I could email.

And he handed me a business card.

I told him of course I would, I would be happy to, and I took the card and his pen and asked him for his name which I wrote on the card.

And we left.

Me wife looks at me with what we call the BERG STARE.

It’s a look that could stop an elephant or cause water to freeze.

All her sisters can do it.

My daughters and grand daughters have learned it as well.

“You better do it”, says my wife.

When we got home I got on my computer and opened up my work email

When I need to sound official I use my work email.

In Atlanta, an email from someone at WXIA TV – 11Alive is a little bit different than an email from mikesox at GMAIL.

And I related the story I just told.

I said I wanted this company to be aware of the great work of the young man at the airport.

I told them that from my point of view, working out there at Hartsfied, they had a great AMBASSADOR for both Atlanta and their company.

I hit send and I felt GOOD.

Better than I could feel from all those pills.

My wife asks me later, “Did you email that guy.”

I said, “YUP” and I felt even better.

Couple of days later I get an email back from the guy on the business card.

He was the VP of the chain that managed most of the restaurants at Hartsfield.

He thanked me.

He said it made him fell good that I would take the time to write such a note.

He said they didn’t get too many positive notes like that.

Now I felt good all over again.

Better than I could feel with all those pills.

A few days later I got an email from the young man.

That company had weekly staff meetings out at the airport and my email had been read out loud and then he was identified as the person in the email.

He thanked me.

He thanked me because we noticed he was doing a great job.

He thanked me for taking the time to write an email.

I felt good for a week.

I felt better than good.

I sure felt better than I could have from taking all those pills.

I wrote an email.

What did that cost me?

1.30.2020 – more flexible

more flexible
W76
deterrent option

Double U, Seventy Six.

W76-2 to be more precise.

What is the W76-2 you ask?

It is our latest nuclear bomb.

It just shipped out on US Submarines from Kings Bay Naval base at the North River in southeastern Georgia.

It’s production was ordered from the White House in 2018.

According to the Guardian,

The US has deployed its first low-yield Trident nuclear warhead on a submarine that is currently patrolling the Atlantic Ocean, it has been reported, in what arms control advocates warn is a dangerous step towards making a nuclear launch more likely.

Advocates of W76-2 argued that the US had no effective deterrent against Russian tactical weapons because Moscow assumed Washington would not risk using the overwhelming power of its intercontinental ballistic missiles in response, for fear of escalating from a regional conflict to a civilian-destroying war.

Deployment of new US nuclear warhead on submarine a dangerous step, critics sayJulian Borger, Wed 29 Jan 2020.

This is what worries me most about Trump-mania.

When the news focuses almost on the President and what he SAYS, who is paying attention to what he does?

In the last 2 years, the decision was made that the US needed a newer SMALLER Nuclear Bomb.

A bomb SMALLER than the ones dropped on Japan in 1945.

A bomb small enough that if dropped on the US Capitol Building would destroy the building but not even cause windows to break at the White House.

Maybe that is what appealed to the President.

A comparison of how Washington, D.C. might be impacted by the detonation of, from left to right, a W88, a W76-1, and a W76-2, as a generic example, according to NUKEMAP’s models. The gray outer circle is the maximum extent of light damage, such as broken windows. The yellow circle, clearly visible in the cases of the W88 and W76-1, is the extent of thermal raditation, which can cause third degree burns. The other colored bands cover more extensive damage and the spread of radiation, as well as the immediate fireball, outlined in red.

(Above from Navy Missile Sub Has Begun Its First Patrol Armed With Controversial Low Yield Nukesauthor: joe@thedrive.com)

The bomb went into production.

The bomb went into deployment.

Did anyone notice?

I did not notice.

I like to think I follow such things.

I accept the policy of Mutual assured destruction (MAD).

I accept the idea that these bombs are here, both sides have them and that’s that.

I am reminded of Carl Sagan on Nuclear War when he said, “The nuclear arms race is like two sworn enemies standing waist deep in gasoline, one with three matches, the other with five.”

Now the US has the W76-2.

Still waist deep in the gasoline.

But smaller matches.