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The Cruelest Animal

It is quite difficult to adjust the nature around you for your benefit without disrupting the nature outside of you. We have this neighbor who retired young at about in his early 50s, He's now maybe age 70. He seems younger. He doesn't like deer in his yard. What he does is chase the deer out of his yard and then the deer run into my other neighbor's wooded area of their yard. I do not think that neighbor knows this. However, that's not the real problem. The real problem is the deer get so alarmed that they run through the yards and into the street, which although it can be low-key in traffic. Still it is a road and the way the deer are chased by this neighbor it could have a catastrophic effect on not just the deer, too on a driver of a car that may come in contact with the deer scared and running. Today, as I saw him scream and chase the deer, I went outside and said, "Hey. It's okay. Let them come into my yard." He answered back, "They're ea...

Our Religion

When you enter our home, you will walk past a Mezuzah above your head to the right of the doorway. If you exit the backdoor you'll see a Catholic Blessing certificate and a red and gold placard written in Chinese as a Blessing. The one thing you may never realize is that we own nearly every religion's book(s) and have them in our home. Why? Because these are all sacred. Growing up in the 1960s and 1970s, my parents thought I would either become a nun or a Marine and then go into law enforcement as I'd desired. Yet, I practiced privately my own religion in healing and prayer daily. My mother was religious, but didn't appreciate the way her religion was taught in its fullest. My dad was arrogant and acted as though he was God, pretty much like our current POTUS. It at times could be discerning, because there was nothing about anyone he liked unless they totally agreed with him and told him how great he was. Aside from that, little did I know that I was practicing a far...

"The Ass-Whisperer"

It was meant as a joke. One of my brilliant friends with a vast background, who also was a standup comedian for ten years, six years full-time. He’d opened for Drew Carey and Paula Poundstone. The other day I explained to him the health of our one remaining pets. I described that not only did I have to administer pain medication to her once daily. But also, I had to clean her underside. This included cleaning her poopy and pee holes. He commented, “You must be the Ass-Whisperer.” Of course we got a chuckle out of that. In lieu of that, now turning to politics. It appears that unfortunately with the ‘tit for tat’ the Canadians have to deal with from the US—concerning our petulant child for a POTUS. They too now had to become the ‘Ass-Whisperer’ to a point of polite hilarity. I could only imagine words the Canadians and other countries are now using to describe our POTUS currently. Perhaps they can laugh. Here in America, we are dealing with a leader who skated off the f...

Fourteen Quarters

Fourteen Quarters Last night after work, I stopped into a store to see if they had something I wanted before they’d closed. It was quiet. One of the young men at the counter I’d spoken to in the past, recognized me. He got excited, maybe because when I have come in to the store in the past I end up telling him a story. He likes my stories. What’s even funnier, is he is probably not quite thirty years of age. He has a youthful innocent level of excitement when he sees me. And he thinks I’m cool. Which is a wild thought. Because I’ve never associated myself with being cool. Especially, with my generation and ever younger, my daughters’ generation who are now both at college age. So, last night I had time as he and his other friend working with him behind the counter had time to hear a slice of someone else’s life. I gave them a brief history of my mobilization and the time of the Iran-Contra Hearings. A question the one young man asked was, “What got you into ultrarunning?” And...

SignalGate

To bring people to reality on “Signal Gate”. A handful of years ago when the FBI discovered classified documents Trump had moved to his home in Florida. I had a conversation with one of my former military superiors. She said, “Some of those documents aren’t even supposed to leave an office, let alone a building or shipped to another state…” Now with Signal Gate having occurred and also finding out that Hegseth’s spouse was in on the meeting let me shed some light on the seriousness of this recent SNAFU of the Hegseth’s, Waltz and the 47 th POTUS behavior. When I worked in defense contracting, I had a Secret Clearance. My boss had a Secret Clearance, yet at times had much more higher clearance than that issued to him. His boss had a Top-Secret Clearance and at times Confidential to Black project type clearances. And his boss had a Confidential and access to Black project type information as well. I was married at the time when I was hired. I was screened, drug and alcohol tes...

March 27th, 1998

March 27 th , 1998 The date marks the Friday 27 years ago when my running friend Tommy B. and I set off on a running goal together. He was getting off from his midnight shift job with the water company and my first two morning clients had cancelled, and I still had an eight-hour day of work ahead of me, so I was relieved as such. The day before Tommy B. and I decided to meet at the Ridgewood Duck Pond. We’d been discussing—that someday we would like to run forty miles. Both of us had never ran more than 36 miles all in one run. Funny enough, Tommy B. and I had only met two years prior via having a mutual acquaintance, Nancy. One day Nancy said to me, “There’s this guy you could run your long runs with. He’s like the male version of you Jody.” I almost fell over laughing as we’d ran together that day. I figured, no one could possibly be as quirky and scientific minded in their running as I had been—for it was not normal. Yet, Nancy was correct. Tommy B. was the male running ve...