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Night Sounds
Sometimes when it is quiet and there is only the fluttering, humming sound of a fan or the rhythmic mummer of the refrigerator, I imagine I hear distant voices in these sounds. The vocal pattern may resemble a newscast, a quartet, or a passionate discussion; yet all are unintelligible. Occasionally I focus in vain on a particular melodic phrase in an effort to identify what it is trying to tell me. I often worry that these may be like the voices crazy people are said to hear; if so, I wonder if the depth of craziness reached is proportional to degree of intelligibility experienced – and if you are completely crazy, are these voices clearly understandable? I must ask Dennis Gillam if that’s the way it worked for him. CP If you would like to comment Click Here
Everyone Can Vote in the Primary
Election officials and some active party members are predicting a very low voter turnout for the May 20th Preferential Primary Elections. A major reason cited is that moving the Presidential Primary to earlier in the year has reduced local interest. Another reason is that local issues are just not high energy, colorful, and exciting like national issues and have traditionally drawn fewer to the polls. Some believe that Democrats cannot vote in the Republican Primary and vice-versa without affecting how they vote in November. Not true – simply say which primary you want to vote in at the polls. It is a shame that thousands of citizens will allow a small handful of people to select the leaders of our communities; especially since local government actions can have such a swift and significant impact on the quality of community life. There are some issues that lack public scrutiny and are only whispered about. This “over-the-back-fence” dialog results in a grave lack of knowledge leading to poor decisions at the polls even by those few who will actually vote. One seemingly mundane issue being quietly promoted is a silly undercurrent of rivalry between the cities and unincorporated areas within the county. It’s silly because the governments share constituents. One candidate for County Judge has initiated a lawsuit involving the County’s Hospital. Few ordinary citizens understand it; I follow county business fairly closely and I don’t understand the purpose of the litigation. I find it hard to believe that anyone would engage in such action with malice or, as is whispered about, to extract a measure of revenge. In any case, I pray that the damage to the county’s healthcare system is minimal and that conditions do not return to those that existed before the current management system was adopted. Everyone has the opportunity to be among the elite who will select the leaders of our communities – all you have to do is vote. Early Voting begins May 5, 2008 and the last day to participate is Election Day May 20, 2008. If you would like to comment Click Here
Wrong Number Please...
My cell phone number is just one digit different from that of a popular restaurant in town. When it first opened, I started receiving calls and became very annoyed. One lady, who I named Miss Piggy, began calling repeatedly. After a while, she would hang-up when I answered. I figured that she had programmed my number in her speed dial by accident and was too hungry to change it at the times she called. One day I returned her call right after she hung up. Her voice mail answered. I left a message suggesting that she had likely programmed my number by mistake into her speed dial and requested that she take a moment to change it. It would save us both trouble and mobile minutes. She called back immediately and with a vocabulary that would have made my sailor days proud, chewed my backside to hamburger. I decided right then and there to prove Miss Piggy wrong. I'm not all those bad things she called me. I made an oath to stop being annoyed when someone miscalled; instead I would be mister nice guy and be helpful not hateful. Besides, I reasoned, it is a fine restaurant and I should be proud to be associated with it, even though it's by someone's error. I discovered that being nice is a lot more fun than being rude. I can often detect a note of pleasant surprise when I give the misdialer the correct number and wish them a good day. The number of miscalls has decreased over the months but I plan to continue being friendly to each caller, except perhaps, to Miss Piggy. |
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Counterfeit Democrats
While working at the Democratic filing desk for the up-coming preferential primaries, I was somewhat dismayed by the number of unopposed offices and disappointed by the number of Democratic filings by those who have been closely associated to other political persuasions. As a result, I began to toy with the idea of running for office myself. I visualized my announcement presentation and want to share some notes I scribbled for my introductory speech; it would go something like this:
“Hello, I have decided to enter the race to be my party’s candidate for White County President in the November General Election.
I am a Democrat by conviction - not convenience, and not because of a campaign strategy just to get me in office. I have never run for office with any other political affiliation. I have worked in the Democratic Party and participated in Party activities. I respect the principles of the party and have never denounced or demeaned its leaders.
I know the Party Platform is not perfect; however, I believe the best way to address its shortcomings involves using the processes within the Party – not just dropping out and coming back only when things get better or when there is a personal advantage.
I am in good health, at least for my age, and am not disabled, either by statute or otherwise. I am unconditionally cordial, tell the truth, and never try to intimidate anyone. I am not suing anybody or any public or private institution.
I respect the established rules of ethics governing our elections. I will be accurate, truthful, and timely in filing my campaign reports.
I don’t know everything, however, I know people who know a lot about many things, and I am willing to consult with them and seek out others with specific expertise when the need arises. Fortunately, I can usually tell when I’m getting the straight skinny.
Blab – blab –
blab… working together, we can build a better community for everyone. Please
vote for the Real Thing on May 20.”
Obviously, I am not running for any office. Perhaps that makes my conduct as jeer-worthy as the Counterfeit Democrats and the uninformed or misinformed who support them. The situation leaves me embarrassed for my Party and ashamed of my own lackluster performance as a citizen.
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The Journal
There lies the beautifully bound leather journal my son gave to me for Christmas. It is very distinguished looking - regal even. The cover is suitable for a gold leaf imprint and the interior pages worthy of momentous prose. After nearly two months, the cover is not inscribed and not a single word is scribbled inside.
I have another nice journal I purchased for myself; it too is blank. Both impose a burden that preempts my creative process - forbidding misspellings or cross-outs and requiring legible cursive script. Their very stately appearance transmits a stern warning: “No doodling, no do-overs.”
I’m going to keep them both and pray that someday the words will flow from my pen as eloquently and flawlessly as the words from the preacher mouth on Sunday morning. –CP
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The Fortune Cookie
I had lunch the other day at a
local Chinese restaurant. It had been a great morning – it was a pretty day and
my errands and chores had come off without a hitch. The food from the buffet was
remarkably fresh and good tasting. I hadn’t run into anyone I didn’t want to see
or who didn’t want to see me. Morning was indeed spectacular.
Then came the fortune cookie. The
words on the little strip of paper read, “your luck is about to change.”
I didn’t stop to consider that the
change might be from good to better. I guess, like most folks, I’m pessimistic
about any change.
I don’t put much stock in Chinese
fortune cookie predictions. Perhaps if the cookies were delicious their
foretellings would carry more weight.
I was surprised to learn that
Fortune Cookies are pretty much an American invention and actually are of
Japanese origin. The psychic confection is customarily served as a finishing
touch to Chinese meals in many countries of the world but not in China or Japan.
As to the verity of the
predictions on the scripts inside the cookies, only those firmly rooted in
ambiguity present a trifling measure of truth. As far as I can tell, the
originators did not claim any cosmic influence on the statements. In fact, for
decades, only twenty-three fortunes were used by the Japanese
originators. Nowadays almost anything can be included in the text of the
fortune. Even lottery ticket numbers.
Although nothing disastrous
happened, that sorry tasting little cookie spoiled the rest of my day, not
because of its own power but by causing me to forget, albeit briefly, God’s
wonderful daily blessings. I think I shall never open another. –CP
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