A hobo on a park bench reading The Wizard of OZ.
Some boots owned by Hank Williams Sr.
The grave of Johnny Paycheck
Recollections and thoughts on life in Minnesota and the midwest... My Catholic faith, my family, travels, the state. Occasional ramblings about an old smoker and the quest for perfect barbecue.
A hobo on a park bench reading The Wizard of OZ.
Some boots owned by Hank Williams Sr.
The grave of Johnny Paycheck
I saw a basket of wafers and a carafe of wine become the Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity of our risen Lord. Jesus Christ.
Yes, indeed.
Truly, Truly.
A basket of wafers and a carafe of wine became, before my eyes, the Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity of the Lamb of God. Jesus Christ.
Sunday morning August 4. 740 am. Holy Cross Catholic Church. Omaha.
Saw the eclipse on April 8th. Cape Girardeau, Missouri. Amazing. No clouds. Clear sky. Totality for 4+ minutes.
The advice on viewing was constant. 'Don't look at it or you'll go blind". This is true but something in me wanted to look at it, just to be sure. And so did my four year old grandson, Ben. Like his granddad, he did sneak a peek, but just a quick one and survived, as did I.
Something about the way that advice is given. You are only told not to stare at the sun when an eclipse is upcoming. I guess that means that we assume people are smart enough on normal days, but somehow turn stupid under the power of the eclipse.
On a bright sunny day, Moms of the current age might call out to their kids, "put on sunscreen", "don't stay out too long", "drink plenty of water", (in the 60s they said none of these) but she will never cry "Don't Stare at the Sun!!!"
Johanna - This week you let me put you to bed. I wanted to and you did not object. What I really expected was for you to point to your Grandmother. Almost always this is what your brother and cousins would do. But you just went to my arms as if this was the most normal thing. We read both nights, The Lady with the Aligator Purse and Fox in Sox. Each three times.
The most wonderful part was when it came time to rock you and sing to you. You nestled in my arms as I sang Jesus Loves Me, over and over. I thought of all the times I had held my own children in this wondrous routine. I felt your love and trust and comfort in my arms. I don't have good words for this. To be at your home, to be surrounded by one you trust and have the beginnings of this feeling we call love. To know the comfort that comes when fully cradled in the arms of a grandfather.
Perhaps it will not happen in this life, but there will come a time when I will once again know this peace. I have long forgotten what this is like, but if there is any good in me, the seeds were planted at times like this. When my Dad, or my Grandad, or my mother held me. When my whole world loved me. It will come again.
1. Put dishes in the dishwasher without washing them first
2. Set the thermostat where I want it
3. Keep the TV on hoops all day
4. Leave house with the TV on
5. Watch Sharknado 2
6. Turn the living room into a banjo studio/sports center
7. Refreeze meat I've thawed to cook and then changed my mind
8. Eat her snacks
9. Drink too much coffee
10. Shave on the couch while watching hoops
11. Miss her
Fourteen years ago I wrote a post about places I liked to shop. It's interesting how things, tastes and places changed.
The 2010 list
Not much in the way of travel this past year. The places where I spent the night were mostly in my home country. Victoria, MN, MIami, Fl, Belize City, Belize, Webster Groves, MO, Minneapolis, MN, Coralville, IA, Steubenville, OH, Hickory, NC, Roan Mountain, TN, Duluth, MN.
Below is the list of books I read in 2023. I think the best indicator of whether I found them of value is if I kept them. This doesn't mean I liked them, though that is usually the case. There were a couple I didn't like but think I may read again, or want to keep as a reference. There were some books that I really liked but do not think I will ever read again. Basically, it's all over the map. The ones marked with an asterisk are still in my possession. The others are at Goodwill. At the bottom of this list is a couple of best and worst thoughts.
When I was much younger, in the 70's, those of us who were politically minded would often lament the apathy of the masses. "Why is it no one cares about the problem of (fill in the blank)?"
I could not really understand how people could go about their lives without having an opinion on the latest major bill before Congress, our next Governor, our next President, the latest foreign crisis.
I think I miss those days.
Today it seems too many of folks have too strongly held opinions on too many things. Perhaps it is because so many of the issues of today have a moral aspect, that those who traditionally kept silent, now feel the need to speak.
In many cases the opening of mouths reflects an inner emptiness. It reflects an inate human desire to be part of something much bigger than yourself, to matter, to be engaged with big things. Technology has given my friends, and me, a global microphone, and some demand to be heard.
But wait a minute. Is it really this way, or am I falling into an American myth? I have been told that the country is torn apart and that our relationships with our family and neighbors is burdened by the ripping of the American weave that binds us together. Yet, I do not know one soul who spouts their political views via social media. If I do, I am not aware that they do so. I conduct a relationship with them completely oblivious to their views on any issue. I may suspect how they vote, but I don't know, for it is something I never discuss with them.
These are the topics that my friends and I engage in... the new construction in our towns, stock prices, the Holy Eucharist, the state of professional and amateur football in Minnesota, weather, hospice care, the St. Louis Cardinals, vacation plans, family events, church events. That covers 90% or more of my talking and listening.
So, back to apathy. I think we could use a little more of it. Don't care about the thing the invisible guy on your phone sez you should care about. Taking care of your family is always more important. And no, they are not the same. Supporting Invisible Guy's favorite issue is not a way to show your family you care.
Try trusting those in authority. Come on, and not just those you agree with. Most of them are better people than you are led to believe.
Trust more.
I like Walmart. Great selection at very good prices. Especially their honey cured hams. Amazing.
In many cases the goods are made in places where the cost of materials and labor is less than in my home state. Good for me, good for my fellow Minnesotans, and most importantly, good for Walmart shareholders. Win Win Win.
But, every once in a while they get weird.
Today I was enrolling in WalMart Pharmacy. I didn't want to but it was the only way to check a price.
They wanted to confirm my identity. They asked me questions about my life. First, "Which of these cities did you live in?" Second "Which of these companies did you work for?"
Quiet now children....Third "Which of these is your zodiac sign?" What is going on here? Walmart promoting astrology? Not likely. But weird nonetheless. Most likely the person who came up with the questions is in a cubicle in Rogers, AR just trying to come up with one more unique question before heading over to Captain D's for supper.
I didn't answer it, but they still let me in. Too late. I found their feedback form and in the 100 characters I was alloted I manage to ask them to stop doing this. I bet they do.