Wednesday, July 17, 2019


Off and running
Last night at dinner Frank accused me of being
out of sorts. "Something is bugging you." As
I denied any hidden agenda his rapid response
was "You're off." Which not only confused me,
but unnerved me. Was I exuding negativity?
Could I be unaware of some dark cloud that
was hovering above me? The fact is I'd had
a lovely day. Puttering around the house and
garden. Preparing and enjoying a "delicious"
(per Frank) pasta dinner. So what was wrong
with me? What undercurrent was pulling me
down subconsciously? Is it feasible that one
can be both happy and sad at the same time?
The other man
Knowing that Frank knows me all too well,
I spent the balance of last evening and this
morning pondering his theory of negativity.
While I ultimately have no one to blame but
myself, I've come to a conclusion. There is
another man in my life. One who moves me
in mysterious ways. Whose very words and
actions can send me spinning. Thus like it
or not, my very happiness is impacted by
external influences. So who is the culprit?
Donald Trump. Every time he does or says
something offensive, outrageous, or outright
wrong I go nuts. So in theory it's all his fault.
My root of all evil
Frankly I'm amazed that such an man could throw
me off my game. Yet if my better half is correct
Donald Trump's presidency has pushed me over
the edge. Limiting my ability to sit back and relax.
To literally smell those roses blooming in Frank's
walled garden. To enjoy everything that is good
in this world. Now post coming to said conclusion
I'm left with a quandary. What can I do to stop
Donald Trump's negative impact on me? Do I no
longer watch the news? Should I never read the
newspaper again? Log off the web permanently?
Upon self-reflection I've come to the conclusion
that none of the above matters. But my vote does.
Purple phase
Never before has each and every vote mattered
more. Even if  experts on the electoral college
disagree  You see, I live in one of those "red"
states. However if one reviews a heat map of
Montanan votes from prior elections it shows
clusters of blue plus quite a bit of purple here
and there. Hence while I found the very term
"anybody but her" offensive during the 2016,
election cycle, my hope is many red Montanans
will secretly vote their conscience in 2020. And
possibly... one by one... skew the odds over to
our collective favor. Insuring our next president
of these United States will be anybody but HIM.
From bad to worse?
Like it or not, chances are that I will continue
to be in a foul mood for at least another year.
The cure for my angst isn't ignoring the real
problem. Rather it's doing something about
it. So here's the deal. Either all of my friends
who voted for Trump can convince me to do
the same. Or somehow I will be able to help
them come to their senses. Come November
third, 2020 we will all have to make a choice.
One which in my opinion has more to do with
morality than politics. Right or wrong, ready
or not, here it comes. So let's make sure that
we do what we have to do. C'mon get happy!

Tuesday, July 16, 2019


Common bond
Every American is descended from immigrants.
Long ago my ancestors boarded a boat to come
to North America. The fact that said ship was
the Mayflower only later became a symbol of
prestige. At the time said kin were but outcasts.
Religious zealots escaping prejudicial treatment.
Donald Trump's grandparents were transplants.
Along with his mother and two of Don's three
wives. Hence as with all Americans Trump's
relations came from elsewhere. So how can he
now suggest that American born Democrats
he dislikes "go back where they came from?!"
Detroit? Minneapolis? The Bronx? Boston?

Euro trash
Any student of history knows that since the first
Europeans stepped off the boat they acted as if
they owned the joint. Since then they considered
anybody who wasn't like them a threat. Hence
not so long ago, any newcomer of Irish descent
was considered a pariah. Chinese immigrants
were deemed "filth." And need I remind us that
during World War I, many German Americans
changed their names to avoid retribution? Then
of course we have the internment of over one
hundred thousand American citizens during
World War II. All who just happened to be of
Japanese descent. Is history repeating itself?

Been there, done that
Many of us had no choice but to be here. Sold
into slavery, the ancestors of the majority of
African Americans continue to battle what
some deem an unfair advantage. Privileged
white men like Mitch McConnell try to claim
that retribution for past crimes is unnecessary.
Meanwhile does he ever stop to reflect on his
own situation? Decades ago, his marriage to
a lady of Chinese descent was deemed  wrong
by many. How quickly we forget. Rather than
celebrate our diversity, some would prefer to
take us back. To a time when our melting pot
was a melange of imported white Europeans.

Return to sender
The question is who "belongs" and who don't?
Equally important, who gets to decide just that?
Are we a nation of white Anglo Saxons only?
All Aryan? Does a couple of generations on
this land validate that it's yours also? Irish?
Italian? French? Spanish? Portuguese? What
about the balance of us who hail from Asia,
South America, Mexico, or anywhere south,
east, west, or north of our borders? At some
point somebody has to draw a line. And in my
opinion President Trump has sadly crossed it.
Moving from privileged myopia and political
malice to pure, simple, and blatant racism.

Back track
It's time that we all took a DNA test to realize
exactly who we are. The only one thing that
we have in common is citizenship in these
United States of America. Whatever some say,
freedom and equality unites us. Not derision
and exclusion. Hence once again Mr. Trump
has shown us who he truly is. A BIGOT. One
who will only take us down. A man who uses
prejudice, bigotry, and hate in an attempt to
win re-election. If anybody needs to go back
where he came from it Donald Trump. Let's
banish him back to his tarnished gold aerie
as it teeters upon the brink of extinction.

Monday, July 15, 2019


What the hay?
Fashion has always been influenced by regional
factors. The weather alone limits one's options.
In the past trends slowly moved inward from the
east and west coasts. Meaning that what might
be deemed de rigueur in Wichita was already
considered passe' in Pasadena. In our modern
times of  digital data and on-line gratification
there is in theory absolutely no reason for not
looking one's best. However being stylish sadly
has become the exception rather than rule. As
indicated by the obvious decline in dressing
that occurs the farther one gets from the city.
How did we get ourselves into such a mess?!
Girls will be boys
Nowadays one can get anything from anywhere.
However one must know what they want. Here
in Lewistown Bergdorf's or Barneys are ready
and waiting to ship one the latest togs. Yet sadly,
most of what seems appropriate for a weekend
of exploring the upper east side won't work in
the wild west. Therefore even the most affluent
of local doyens attire themselves in a manner
akin to a butch dyke. Faces freshly scrubbed.
Hair kept short for easy maintenance. Along
with a fleece vest, practical cargo pants, some
form of hiking footwear, and a dash or two of
activewear. Sexy isn't it? What became of chic?
Local color
It really doesn't matter whether they've given
up or in. The fact is they've adjusted to their
environs and competitive environment. Not
without exception. Frank's mother always put
herself together in a most elegant manner. She
perfectly maintained that delicate balance of
looking lovely and not out of context. Never
lording it over her female peers. Fortunately
for us a few local ladies continue to carry her
torch. Exceptions to the rule, they obviously
put time and thought and effort into how they
look. The result of which makes our world
lovelier and they themselves more appealing.
Chill baby, chill
Obviously climate impacts what one can and
cannot wear. And yet local style influences
have a more dramatic effect on how we look
at ourselves. In Dallas almost every lady is
decked out - even if it is to grab a gallon of
milk. Fortunately climate control insures that
even if it was one hundred outside, one still
freezes their ass off. Forcing most to carry
an emergency cashmere sweater at all times.
The first time I went to Los Angeles. I went
shopping. While warm outside, Saks Beverly
Hills air conditioning was at Siberian levels,
No wonder every shopper was wearing sable.
More or less?
Geography certainly drives sartorial selections.
However one's local peers also influence style.
New Englanders invest in classics. Whereas
southern belles tend to over do things. Years
ago I was at a Easter brunch with my parents
in Virginia. Immersed in a pastel tsunami of
matching frocks, hats, shoes, and bags - one
lady stood out. Dressed in a chic black sheath
she oozed sophistication. Later my mother's
friend brought said lady over to our table.
Announcing "Ethel, dear, I want you to meet
my daughter from New York." Proving that
we are what we wear wherever we wear it...

Sunday, July 14, 2019

7th Day Surprise: Grow Your Own


Now is the time to get growing.
In a non-GMO, organic way. 
So spread some seed and
do what's natural!