Watergate: An enduring memory of my youth

Watergate:  An enduring memory of my youth

All democracy is a work in progress.  For better or worse and despite being under constant threat of compromise since its founding, the grand American experiment has met the demands and overcome multiple imposed stresses as well as all manner of intense strain up to and including civil war.  In my lifetime that radical idea of democratically elected men leading a constitutional republic has survived egregious insult in grand fashion.  I fondly recall those halcyon days of my youth during which it was emphatically demonstrated via the mechanisms of government that the United States is a nation of laws and not of men or women.  Saturday, June 17th was the forty-fifth anniversary of the arrest of five men for the unlawful breaking and entering of the Democratic...

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Leftoverture at 40 still crisp by Kansas at 44

Leftoverture at 40 still crisp by Kansas at 44

Online purchase of two tickets, four rows back from Stage Left:  $216.00 Pre-concert dinner of Coneys, Frito Pie and iced tea:  $8.95 The cheapest swag item and two skunky draft beers:  $43.00 Taking in the sounds of one of the most iconic bands of my youth in the same venue where I paid to see my first ever concert forty years ago to the very evening:  PRICELESS!!! You read that correctly.  Forty years ago, on what was then a Friday evening March 25th, 1977, Yours Truly paid his way into the Old Lady on Brady to see his first-ever rock concert.  As I gazed around that grand auditorium before the show last night reminiscing on where I sat as a high school senior awed by the showmanship of the headliner of that Spring Break kickoff rock & roll spectacle, I...

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Farewell 2016: Wrapping up Volume 42

Farewell 2016:  Wrapping up Volume 42

As the year winds down, this is the time I tend to get introspective and wax philosophical on the record of the past twelve months which I have kept on a daily basis.  When I key in my account of the final day of December 2016 this evening it will be the 366th entry of the 42nd volume of my personal daily journal.  Anybody reading this please be honest…..how many people do you know who have kept a personal record of every day of their life for 42 years?  The only time I did not keep a daily record of my life and times since 1 January 1975 was the time I spent in Navy boot camp.  That was the months of February, March and a few days into April 1978, however, I did write down a few days during that period that I presented as My Awkward Teenage Diary back in...

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I remember Pearl Harbor

I remember Pearl Harbor

I can never think about Pearl Harbor, the December 7th, 1941 attack, any book or movie about it or any story an old veteran ever told me regarding it without vividly remembering my time serving on or near that hallowed body of water and the ground surrounding it.  Today, the 75th anniversary of the attack which propelled the United States into the Second World War as an active combatant, is likely going to be the last major timeline milestone where survivors of the attack will be alive to attend its commemoration as breathing eye witness testimony bearers of living memory.  As such I am reminded of my time as an active duty sailor on a U.S. Navy ship of the line in Pearl Harbor.  That was nearly two thirds of my lifetime ago. Years before I found myself actually...

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The enduring body of work of David Bowie

The enduring body of work of David Bowie

Music forms a tapestry that serves as a backdrop of life.  Of all the minutia that composes the composite of modern human identity, music often reveals much regarding a person’s history, character and personal disposition.  Music has a unique way of touching the human soul, imprinting on the psyche association with other people, places, times and circumstances.  Two weeks ago when I learned of the sad news of the death of the entertainer David Bowie, I noticed I still had The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars loaded in my CD player.  When I thought about how long I had been a fan of David Bowie, a musician I saw as the embodiment of the consummate rock star, I felt like I had lost part my own history.  That is the beautiful thing...

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Celebrating twenty years of Internet access

Celebrating twenty years of Internet access

In the age of information, ignorance is a choice.

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