Five Truths

Approaching the end of eight-and-a-half decades living, for me five truths seem self-evident.  None is original.  I’m too lazy to look up the sources.

  1. Happiness is our default.  Suffering is a choice.
  2. Now, this instant, is the only time there is.
  3. I only control my thoughts, muscles, and impulses.
  4. I act out of ignorance, fear, and anger, or wisdom, courage, and love.
  5. I’m only here to help.

The Big Lie

Folks who’s purposes it serves, trumpet and repeat the Big Lie.  Their followers kowtow to a leader, fail to exercise reason and common sense, or yearn for a Savior.

In the previous century, Adolph Hitler’s Big Lie was blaming the Jewish people for Germany’s woes.  Today Donald Trump and a cadre of archconservatives’ Big Lie is, by “rigging” and “stealing” America’s 2019 presidential election, Liberals installed Joe Biden in the Oval Office.

Trump’s Kool Aid

With cyanide-laces Kool Aid, the Reverend James Jones murdered 918 acolytes. A number of United States Republican Senators and Representatives seem convinced that, to survive politically, they must drink Donald Trump’s toxic Kool Aid.  Because the ex-President’s absolute lack of a moral or ethical compass, plus his lies and vitriolic pronouncements, fly in the face of time-honored Conservative values, these legislators’ choice is both puzzling and alarming!

Who, in their wildest fantasy, can imagine Republicans Dwight Eisenhower, Thomas Dewey, Barry Goldwater, Gerald Ford, Ronald Reagan, George W. H. Bush, Bob Dole, John McCain, Mitt Romney and, I’m convinced most grassroots Conservatives, embracing Trump’s dishonesty, delusional thinking, and meanspirited rants?

Republicans still committed to the party’s precepts, take heart!  You are not alone!  In runup to our 2020 election, eight noted Conservatives founded the Lincoln Project opposing Trump.  In the President’s first impeachment trial, Senator Mitt Romney sided with Democrats voting to impeach.  Fourteen months later, Republicans, Richard Burr, Bill Cassidy, Susan Collins, Lisa Murkowski, Ben Sasse, Pat Toomey joined Romney voting for impeachment.  Today the “U.S. House Select Committee to Investigate the January 6th Attack on the United States Capitol” includes Republicans Liz Chaney, Adam Tinzinger and five Democrats.

For the common good, Americans we must hope that real Republicans reject Trump’s Kool Aid and take back their party!


Jeff had been a boxer, a prize-fighter, what Grandpa Leslie called a “pugilist.”  Decades after his final bell, Jeff’s appearance bore witness to long-ago and subsequent physical and emotional bouts. 

Jeff’s dad was his trainer.  With a wry smile, the erstwhile combatant would recount, at the end of a round, crumpling in his corner with Dad leaning in, forefinger under Jeff’s nose, reminding his young contestant, “Remember lad!  You don’t have to block every punch with your face!”

We are all pugilists.  Having our “bell” rung too many times, we might recall the old trainer’s advice.  We  can cover up, block, weave, sidestep, counterpunch.  We don’t have to block every punch with our face!

Playing The End Game

I understand, the game of chess is seen as having an “opening,” “middlegame,” and “endgame.”  Apart from how the pieces move, that’s all I know about chess.  Looking back over eight decades, I see human Life has its “opening,” if we’re lucky a “middlegame,” and, luckier still, “endgame.”

Every game of chess begins with two rooks, two knights, two bishops, one queen, one king, and eight pawns on the predetermined squares at opposite sides of the board.  Each unique human Life begins with genes and environment arranging the “pieces” higgledy-piggledy across the board.  Compounding this challenge, our opponent and his pieces are invisible!

Through training and study chess players learn various openings, middle-, and endgame moves.  With no prescribed opening, success in the game of Life depends on experience, especially if we learn from our bad moves.  As I see it, most of us continue making, often repeating, bad moves until checkmate.

For me—I believe everyone— Life’s the first eight years, its “opening” moves, were decisive.  Caprices of nature and nurture arranged my pieces in close-to-ideal positions.  But, ten days after my eighth birthday, the phantom opponent took my King, Daddy, checkmate!  Game over. 

But I still had my Queen and faced the specter of a middlegame.  The only move I saw was somehow to protect Mama.  My game strategy became, “Be a good boy and don’t cause problems.” 

My sorely foreshortened opening made for an overextended middlegame.  With fractured, chaotic notions of how to move, to become a man, I blundered forward.  The ensuing two decades was, at best, a stalemate.

Through serendipity, pure dumb luck, I found a Master!  Psychiatrist, Dr. Eugene Chernel saved my game and my life.  His genius guided a lonely thirty-three-year-old bachelor, me, and a twenty-seven-year-old divorcee with two children, Karen, in creating a, I like to believe, minimally dysfunctional family. 

If three score and ten marks the end of the middlegame, despite taking advantage of my allotment of botched moves, over the past decade and a half I’ve been blessed with the sweetest endgame any man has a right to expect. 

What Happened to the Music?

August 7, 2021, at Radio City Music Hall, with Lady Gaga, ninety-five-year-old crooner Tony Bennett gave his farewell performance.  Had I been there, I’d have heard and understood virtually every word, without hearing aids.  This started me wondering: What happened to the music?   

A monotone with a tin ear, I may be the least qualified person to play ”Music Critic.”  I only report my experience.

After WW I, the Great Depression, and WW II, three decades of sacrifice and grief, on September 2, 1945, the Empire of Japanese surrendered.  The United States of America heaved a great sigh of relief!  Good Times were back!

I hypothesize that “Popular” art reflects the mood of a culture through a period.  Remembering songsters from the twenty-some years after WWII, Tony Bennett, Frank Sinatra, Perry Como, Bing Crosby, Harry Belafonte, Nat King Cole, Sonny and Cher, The Kingston Trio, Johnny Cash, Tennessee Ernie Ford, Peter Paul and Mary come to mind.  I heard and understood the lyrics, even Elvis and the Beetles!

With graduating from Brigham Young, three years in the Army, a decade living and working in Alaska, marrying Karen, moving to Oregon, raising a family, holding down a fulltime job, running marathons, and earning an M.S. in Psychology, music slid to the back burner of my mind.

Occasionally, I caught a TV snippet from some “Concerts” where, amid strobe lights and smoke, entertainers hopped like kangaroos, squalling, and wailing, busting up guitars and equipment.  But the onstage mayhem didn’t matter.  Audience members who did not already know the lyrics surely could not decipher more than the occasional stray word or repeated phrase.  “Luv ya baby, waha, waha, waha!  Luv ya baby, baby love ya baby, waha, waha, waha!”—bang crash!—“Oh baby I Luv ya baby, baby love ya baby, waha, waha, waha!”

These days, my music exposure comes from “America’s Got Talent.”  I should emphasize that my assessment is totally biased by an old man’s hearing and mind.  From my perspective most vocalists may as well sing in Mandarin. Here again I wonder.  Do the lyrics matter? The stunning staging, blaring accompaniment, and audience’s cacophony overwhelm the music.  On closed caption, I read a whole lot of repetitious, sophomoric sentiment. 

Two singers are exempt from my crotchety-old-man’s opinion of today’s music.  On AGT, Jimmy Herrod’s melodic and articulate “Tomorrow,” “Pure Imagination,” and “Glitter In The Air” recalled Bennett, Sinatra, Belafonte, and the rest.  I love Lady Gaga!  Her articulate and beautiful voice gives the lyrics significance.  And, I understand virtually every word.       

I hypothesized that “Popular” art reflects the mood of a culture through a period.  Might the, to my ears, deafening volume, lousy articulation, and inane lyrics of so much of America’s music today reflect American’s culture today? 

A potpourri of discord:  As a candidate, President, and former President, Donald J. Trump prides himself in lies, divisiveness, and hatred, the very antithesis of the truth, inclusiveness, and respect for others on which America is founded.  President Trump called White Supremacists and Neo-Nazis “very fine people.”  As the capstone for his Presidency, Trump organized, coordinated, and ordered a seditious assault on our Capitol, Congress, and Constitution. 

Beyond the Oval Office: Spurred by their ex-president’s groundless, unsubstantiated claims of voter fraud and a rigged election, many Republican state legislators who were happy with election protocols which installed their guy in the White House, scramble to pass Jim Crowe era regulations disenfranchising folks who, under those same protocols, helped deliver Joe Biden’s landslide.  A minority of US citizens refuse to accept CDC and NIH assurances that masks block virus and COVID-19 vaccines scientifically proven to be safe and effective.  A charming city, Portland, Oregon, is desecrated and vandalized by mindless thugs.  Among the most thankless of jobs, school board and election workers ask law enforcement for protection from angry citizens and death threats.

Where did our country veer from the paths of civility, decency, mutual respect, and common sense?  Columbine?  Then Sandy Hook, Parkland, Las Vegas, and all the rest!  The decade preceding 2019, America’s homicide rate ranged around 5 per 100,000.  In 2020 it jumped to 6 per 100,000, a twenty percent increase.  Through the first ten months of 2021, homicides are on track to leap twenty-five percent over last year and forty percent over 2019.

The first six decades of my life, virtually everyone had a “home,” however mean or meager.  Today homeless Americans’ tents and tarps border highways.  They live in cars and RVs on city streets.  The even-less fortunate block urban sidewalks with shopping carts and meager bundled possessions.

The material and moral rift between America’s top five percent and the rest of us became a chasm.  Ironically and sadly, too many ninety-five percenters are duped into championing the five percent’s White-Male Oligarchy! 

Vagaries of genetic and environmental, often beyond our control, favor some and curse others.  At heart we are all the same.  Folks who do not appear, speak, believe, or behave, as I do, merely want what I want: To be treated with kindness, respect, and love. 

What happened to the music?  What happened to America?

I Wonder? (Again)

I’m told folks refuse COVID-19 vaccination for fear of negative, long-term consequences and/or they don’t want Government telling them “what to do.” 

Regarding long-term consequences, vaccination advocates point to the rigorous scientific protocols and testing which make America’s National Institutes of Health and Centers for Disease Control and Prevention Gold Standards for certifying vaccines and other medicines are “safe and effective.“

Regarding being “told what to do,” for “the common good” our government formulates statutes and regulations mandating certain actions and forbidding others.  Do my anti-COVID-19-vaccination friends refuse to comply when the Government “tells them”:

  • To vaccinate children for measles, whooping cough, polio, and the rest?
  • To pass tests and be licensed to drive a motor vehicle, practice Medicine or the Law?
  • To license their motor vehicle?
  • In Oregon—surely other states—to insure their motor vehicles?
  • To use seat belts?
  • To obey traffic regulations, signs, and lights?
  • To buy a license to catch fish or kill wildlife?
  • Not to steal other people’s money or property?
  • To pay taxes?
  • Not to murder?

I wonder?