Wounded Warriors

Last night I watched yet another television ad by Wounded Warriors. The screen was filled with heartbreaking video of men and women in a variety of debilitating situations – lost limbs, in wheelchairs, hooked up with tubes in hospital beds. There also was a smattering of pictures of their families and other veterans handicapped because of their war experience. It broke my heart – as it always does. And, yes, I have contributed to Wounded Warriors as well as other groups who work towards rehabilitation, recovery and continued lifelong support of our noble service men and women who have given so much for this country.

After my sadness, however, I felt rage. Rage that, as an American tax-paying citizen I am being begged for help by the bravest Americans. Why? Why do they need to look to the public for help, for financial support, for anything? Why is it necessary to have so many groups dedicated to assisting our wounded service people? Where have all our taxes gone, if not to help them when they return from wars we send them to? Where is our government in all of this?

Our government is Johnny-on-the-spot when it comes to deploying troops to trouble spots around the world to face the horrors of war and imminent danger of injury or death. Our elected officials pay lip service to them but, after the job is done, where is the concern, the help? “Thank you for your service,” only goes so far. To thank them, we should be providing the medical, rehabilitation, and family support required. Perhaps retraining is needed so they can regain a productive life. Yes. Educational support too. But, over and over, our Congress denies the monies needed. And I won’t even get into the abomination that is our Veterans Affairs. Former service persons waiting months, years, even dying before getting to see a VA doctor? Why has that not been fixed decades ago????

We should hang our heads in shame that our injured service people need to have private foundations go out and recruit money from fellow countrymen in order to provide what our government refuses to give. It is an outrage. And bitterly sad.

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Posted by on March 24, 2017 in liberal, political, Uncategorized, Veterans


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Last night, during the Oscars, it happened again, as I knew it would. The annual “In Memorial” segment where we get to say another “good-bye” to prominent figures of the entertainment industry.

When I was young, there seemed to be a lot of old people dying off — just the way it was supposed to be. Old people died. It was nice to stop, listen to the melancholy music and remember them — more likely, try to place if I even knew who they were, or what they did to make the honorarium. My sadness was as fleeting as the time it took to post each photo. There goes another geezer . . . sad .  . . now who’s up for Best Actor? Best Actress (not yet Female Actor)? Best Picture?

As the years passed, there was the occasional young person — victim a of car crash, drug overdose, untimely heart attack, suicide or murder. These vital people, in the prime of their lives and careers, were the celebrities with whom I was more familiar — my contemporaries. When their images flashed, the audience gasped. At home, I shared their grief and disbelief. It felt just awful, so unfair. Thankfully, the young were always vastly outnumbered by the aged. Rightfully so.

The past couple of years I’ve noticed a distressing change in the Memorials. Now the bigger-than-life personalities no longer counted among the living are not that old. Yes, wrinkled, gray, bald and frail . . . but still vibrant with the possibility of more — more years, more work, more Hollywood gossip stories. Why, they were just about my age, give or take a few years! Hardly that old, if you ask me!

And, I didn’t have to struggle to remember who they were, what they did . . . they were intertwined in my own personal memories. Their movies, television shows, records, books . . . were a huge part of my own life, my own memories. My contemporaries began to take their leave in staggering numbers . . . and with them they took my memories, my history, my social connection to the rich and famous. Suddenly, the Memorials were mostly people my age . . . or younger!

Each passing year the Memorials become more sorrowful. I watch helplessly as my world, the world as I lived it, knew it, slowly evaporates. Seeing the losses presented on the big screen just mimics what is happening in my own circle. Slowly but surely I have been losing friends and family. Yes, that is the nature of life, but when one is young, only the old appear to be dying. Once you qualify for a discount at the local theater, it is one’s contemporaries who are filling up the cemeteries.

For me, watching the Memorial segments of award shows places me in a “diet” frame of mind . . . I really don’t want to crush my spirit with a litany of those wonderful entertainers who have left us, but, like being tempted with a chocolate donut, my will-power leaves much to be desired. I’ll keep watching. I’ll keep crying.



Welcome to my blog. As an over-the-hill observer, I hope to share my thoughts, observations and hopefully, wisdom with readers. The serious political nature in our country today has focused my thoughts on the daily assaults against our Democracy. Therefore, brace yourself for an onslaught of liberal idealism.

If you are a staunch Republican, a Donald Trump supporter, or a Right Wing Religious adherent, please do not bother to waste your time trying to “educate” me to your philosophies. I’ve heard them all . . . and do not subscribe to any. I think for myself and you are welcome to do the same.

As warranted, I’d also like to share memories and thoughts about topics other than politics.

Happy reading!

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Posted by on January 31, 2017 in Uncategorized



Years ago I read an article that suggested the path to true happiness required we ask ourselves this question: If I die tomorrow, how would I have wished I’d spent today?

I began to use the mantra immediately. It was an extraordinarily useful way to identify my priorities. Do the laundry or go for a swim? What a question? If death was waiting in the wings, I certainly would have wished my last day was NOT spent doing laundry. Years passed and I skipped multitudes of chores in favor of a heap of fun.

Sadly, using this question to prioritize my life also allows me to indulge my weakness for procrastination. Perhaps that’s why I took to the practice with such zeal. And, with decades of practice I have turned avoidance into a fine-tuned skill. In fact, I’ve earned a black belt in the delaying arts! It is awesome to watch me in action: I can even delay procrastination!

And, that brings me to the fly in my current ointment. I’ve been able to ignore a computer bursting with half-written novels, unedited essays and lists of story ideas, but now, with a blog to attend to, I’m feeling pressured to actually finish something and get it posted. No longer can I spend my time searching the Internet for articles about how to . . . (check one) schedule writing time, start writing, keep on writing, or actually finish writing. No, now with a blog that demands attention, care and frequent posts, I’m forced to face a sad fact – it is apparent that I have an addiction to procrastination.

Perhaps there are some interesting articles about this dilemma. Perhaps I should invest some time to search the web for advice. If anyone out there has a good idea on how to better schedule writing time, start writing, keep on writing, or actually finish writing, please email me right away. My grandson is coming for a sleepover but I plan to catch up with my emails by Monday. Or, by the end of next week, for sure. Well, definitely before Thanksgiving!


Posted by on November 4, 2011 in Uncategorized



Thanks to everyone who has sent along comments, encouragement and good wishes on this new blog. I’m very excited to share more of my writing . . .

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Posted by on October 30, 2011 in Uncategorized



When I was a child, savvy corporate marketers had not yet realized the valuable commercial aspects of Halloween. There were no in-store displays, no special candy packaging, no store-bought costumes, not even a decorated plastic bag to carry. No, my generation had to tough it out with homemade costumes and a paper grocery bag . . .

This is the opening paragraph of my memoir piece about Halloween — titled Halloween is in the Air — which now appears in Grand Magazine. It will be online through the 31st and then archived at Grand Magazine.

The editor has generously extended a free subscription to all of you who read this blog. Feel free to use this special link to go read the rest of my article and check out the rest of the magazine while you’re there.

Once you click this link, go halfway down the front page to the section Grand News. Halloween is in the Air is the third article listed. Just click on it to read the article.


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Posted by on October 25, 2011 in Uncategorized


Hello Cyber Space!

I used to trade non-fiction writing skills for secure paychecks, grinding out reams of dry documents, public relations tracts, press releases, newsletters, brochures and feature articles. I like to say that I’m retired but the truth is that I’m just no longer gainfully employed. Now, years of writing for others has been replaced by writing only what interests me. What a luxury! And, what a wonderful opportunity to begin a blog.

However, as an Electronically-Challenged American, how was I to master the ins and outs of setting up the blog and connecting it with Facebook? Months ago, I took a course. I took copious notes but . . . it didn’t translate into a blog.

On a recent visit to my daughter, a successful blogger herself, I mentioned my interest in creating a blog. As usual, we were chatting while she glanced down at her open laptop. My multi-tasking daughter can keep up a lively conversation AND read AND type! “What would you call it,” she asked. “Wisdom of the Aged,” I joked.

A few minutes later, she flipped the laptop around so I could see it. She had created a blog page, a logo and a Facebook page. Suddenly, Wisdom of the Aged, became a reality. She handed me a notebook and pen before detailing, step-by-step, how to navigate, how to post, how to upload links and photos. Yes, my daughter had suddenly and without warning, provided everything I needed to begin my blog.

And, with a few keystrokes, she eliminated all my excuses.

Voila . . . hello there cyberspace . . . this is my first post!


Posted by on October 16, 2011 in Uncategorized