BOYS AND THEIR TOYS

Last night, I saw a commercial hawking Jaguar automobiles. The spectacular hood ornament of an attacking jaguar was missing, and I was sad.

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It suddenly occurred to me that this must mark the end of a venerable tradition. Many years ago, I happened upon a mechanic who was installing a new clutch in a jaguar roadster. In order to do that, he found it necessary to remove the entire engine and part of the frame. He was very frustrated. He said British autos, especially Jaguars, were temperamental, prone to mechanical problems, difficult to work on, and in general all “pieces of shit.” But, oh the character in those “pieces of shit.” To settle into that bucket seat mere inches off the ground, look down that long hood and to hear and feel that power is something that must be experienced to be understood.
BORING
Now, it is virtually impossible to distinguish one car from another. It was not only the hood ornament which identified it, but each car was the product of a designer who wasn’t limited to producing a car which had a profile like every other make. I suspect those charged with the responsibility of marketing today’s cookie cutter cars are aware of this, for I notice that most ads on TV focus on close ups or interior views.
Of course, I understand that current model shapes have evolved in order to produce more aerodynamic and efficient vehicles, and I appreciate the current models for their comfort, reliability, and conveniences. However, I still yearn for the day when a 10 year old kid could identify the make and model year of a car from a quarter mile away, and loyalty to a particular brand could result in heated discussions as to their respective virtues. This was a time when the advent of a new model year was a big event, and the changes from the previous year were a carefully guarded secret. When the big day came, the new version would be unveiled with all the fanfare of a newly discovered Rembrandt.
LOVE: BLESSING OR CURSE?
You may have suspected by now that I was a car guy in my younger days. I worked on cars and learned to overhaul engines and such, but my fascination with sports cars, especially British ones, was born when one day Dr. McCormick pulled in to my father’s service station and asked me to fill up his brand new bright red MG. It was love at first sight.

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After all these years, I am still not certain how much this had to do with my deciding I wanted to be a doctor. I am certain that all the usual altruistic motivations were involved in that decision; however, I vividly recall thinking that if that is what doctors get to drive, I want to be a doctor.
What I did not understand at the time was that doctors are not always capable of indulging in frivolous purchases. This is especially true when additions to the family are occurring in rapid succession, and one finds it difficult to fit six people into a two seated sports car. But finally, in the early seventies, against all odds, I was able to buy a Sunbeam Alpine which, although not an MG, was a reasonable facsimile. I did love that car, even though it did not have much zip, but one of my daughters finished it off by smashing the front end against another car, which she insisted was parked in the wrong place. Following an appropriate period of mourning, I was able to move on and convince myself that a family man needed to have a more conventional vehicle. Despite my resolve to continue on the straight and narrow, that lust was reactivated whenever I saw a person go by in a vintage British roadster. At such times I felt a longing for that feeling of the wind in my hair, an open sky above and feeling as one with my steed.

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FORGIVE ME MY WEAKNESS
It has been said that addicts may be subject to relapse at any time and must be constantly alert to triggers that may overcome their resolve. Although my charming, always supportive wife was an enabler, I bear total responsibility for spending my children’s inheritance in an impulsive, irresponsible, episode of poor judgement. It all began innocently enough when Barb and I stopped to look at a battered MG-A parked in a field with a “For Sale” sign on the windshield.
Unfortunately, I mentioned this to my friend Tim, who is a very serious car guy with a penchant for hot rods and corvettes, and he responded by taking me to see Andy of Andy’s Auto Service. I was overwhelmed upon walking into Andy’s shop to find six MGs in one room of his shop, four more in another garage, and several more in varying stages of disrepair in the surrounding yard. Andy obviously shared my love for MGs, so we bonded immediately. A major part of his business is in restoring old MGs to their original glory, and I was impressed with the quality of his work. He estimates he has had nearly fifty MGs during his lifetime.
After inspecting one of his most recently restored cars, I was hopelessly hooked and devoid of reason. He just happened to have a car ready to be restored, and he told me he could have it ready in time for me to drive it before the snow flies. If Grandma was correct when she said “once a man  twice a boy,” I decided to do my best to enjoy my second childhood, and we closed the deal.  Andy had installed a V8 engine in the car he showed me, but I opted to keep the original four banger in mine. I had retained sufficient sanity to recognize that it might be dangerous for an old man to attempt handling a car with that many horses under the hood
The car that would be restored for me was said to be of low mileage, and indeed the odometer in the dashboard, which had been removed and was lying on the floor, showed 24,000 miles. This might not seem like many miles for a 36 year old automobile, but I comforted myself with the thought that sometimes a car may really be driven by a little old lady, who only used it to drive to church on Sunday.
One of my naysayer friends suggested I might not be able to get in and out of a small car like that, making obvious reference to my elongated body and age related debility. I convinced myself this would not be a problem, as I had no problem with ingress and egress when the top was down and rationalized that since this was a priceless work of art, I would never want to expose it to the elements; consequently, I would have no need to ever have the top up. This is what my new baby will look like (I hope). If you see me on the road, wave.

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MOVIE MADNESS

Last evening Barb and I went to see the latest Bourne movie. Sometime ago we came to an agreement after extensive negotiations that we would alternate between squishy romance flics and those of a more manly character. I managed to convince her it was my turn to choose; although neither of us could really remember which type we had last attended (mild cognitive impairment can sometimes be useful). When it comes to movies I have always been a sex and violence kind of guy, and although the Bourne flic had plenty of violence, it was sorely lacking in any prurient themes.
Nowadays, one is forced to suffer through what seems like endless advertisements before the movie begins. I can accept the previews of coming attractions, but when they begin to promote Coca Cola, cars, or vacation trips I feel as if I could become as violent as Jason Bourne. It is my pet peeve, well not actually my pet one since I have many other peeves of equal value, but the idea that I must pay good money to watch advertisements leaves me so cranked up that I may miss the first few scenes of the main attraction. In this case it was 23 minutes from the time the lights went out until the actual movie began. That experience may well have biased my opinion about the movie as I muttered to myself about the injustice of it all through the first few scenes.

NOT A SISKEL AND EBERT
Far be it for me to pretend to be a movie critic, but I do have opinions which I am always ready to share with anyone who will listen. As an enthusiastic fan of cinematic violence, even I felt the level of such in this movie was overkill both literally and figuratively. I lost track of the number of deaths at eight, and that was barely half way through the thing. There was the obligatory motorcycle race through the city as our hero’s bike went flying through the air, going up and down stairs, under trucks, and over cars. Then there was also the automobile chase with a new twist in which one car struck another and then went flying through the air landing on its front end. Of course as tradition insists the chase must go down a one way street in the wrong direction, and after too many near misses ends up in a huge explosion from which our hero miraculously escapes (explosions seem to be big in today’s movies). It has been said that familiarity breeds contempt, and these themes have definitely been overused, and when you know what is going to happen suspense is lacking.

FIRST IMPRESSION
This was not the case when I saw my first action movie which was actually my first movie going experience of any kind. It was “Mutiny on The Bounty” not to be confused with the 1962 remake. I was about 5 years old and saw it with my uncle. I don’t remember a lot about it but do remember the awe that I felt, and that I was instantly hooked on movies. I was also introduced to cashews, and experienced air conditioning for the first time. On top of it all I got to spend an afternoon with my uncle who was my hero.
In spite of the lingering effects of the great depression, the moving picture industry was thriving at that time. The addition of sound to the films was only a few years old, and the ability to project colored pictures on the screen was already happening on a limited basis. Some are of the opinion that the poverty experienced by a vast majority of the populace was a boon to the industry, that for a few pennies one could escape from the misery of hopelessness for a few hours, to where happy ever after themes abounded. There was also the bonus of warmth in the winter and relief from scorching heat of summer (theaters were virtually the only places in town that were air conditioned).
We now have movies which provoke every conceivable emotion. There are scary movies, and those which make us feel sad, angry, excited, aroused, shocked, happy, or repulsed with permutations of all those and more. Directors recognized even in the days of silent films that background music could intensify those emotions, and such a strategy continues to this day, but the in house piano player has been replaced by orchestras.
There were many who predicted that television would mark the end of movie theaters; however a living room couldn’t compete with the experience of sitting in a darkened theater surrounded by a group of people all of like mind and raptly attentive to that huge screen. It is almost as if we become one with the actors as evidenced by the shifting in our seats as we unconsciously mimic our favorite character’s body language. Our cares will be put on hold for a couple of hours and we can allow ourselves to be mesmerized and taken to another place or time. Our only concern will be about our supply of popcorn.

WE HAD IT ALL
In the very small Midwestern town in which I grew up there were five movie theaters. There was the Weller (built and named for the local pottery tycoon),the Liberty, Imperial, Quimby, and Grand. It seemed that the Weller and Liberty theaters showed most of the first run movies, while the Imperial specialized in westerns, and the Quimby which was much less elegant was relegated to B movies or reruns. The Grand was misnamed for it only seated 200 and had seen better days. Whatever grandeur it had possessed in earlier days was sadly missing, and I had never been inside. All the movie houses had been designed with the capability to produce stage plays and concerts, some even predating the movie craze. In some ways that tradition continued as musicals were very popular in my day.
The crown jewel movie house in town was the Liberty. The interior was like an Italian opera house with columns, frescos and gilding everywhere. There was an enormous organ which would ascend out of the orchestra pit and often there would be a “singalong” with the words projected on the screen and instructions to “follow the bouncing ball” as a ball directed the audience to the words. Surprisingly most of the audience would join in and I imagine that it helped to enhance moods in preparation for the main feature.

NO SMUT ALLOWED
The format for movies in those days was much different. The show ran continuously and one could enter in the middle if he chose, and stay as long as he wanted, Some would actually stay to see a movie two or more times to take advantage of the air conditioning. Movies were heavily censored by the Motion Picture Association of America. A kiss was the most explicit sexual content one would see, and scenes requiring couples in bed were always filmed with them in twin beds. Of course nudity and profanity were expressly forbidden. When Clark Gable in Gone with the Wind uttered the phrase, “frankly my dear I don’t give a damn”, audiences all over the country let out collective gasps.

IT’S THE ENTERTAINMENT STUPID
Content of those movies of yesteryear were as they are today sometimes lacking in content, but were not attempts to sell anything other than upcoming features. They began with previews of coming attractions, followed by a so called newsreel, which was mostly human interest stories, until WWII when they functioned as propaganda always with patriotic themes. That was followed by a cartoon such as Bugs Bunny, Roadrunner, Popeye or Mr. Macgoo. Then with great fanfare the main feature would begin. Some theaters would also show a short serial with invitations to return the following week to see what happened to the hero, undoubtedly taking a leaf from the radio soap operas which were very popular at the time.  There were also occasional “double features” when you could see two movies for the price of one.
Movie stars were almost deified, and young people by the thousands flocked to Hollywood in hopes of being discovered.

INFLATION SURE BUT THIS IS REDICULOUS                                                                                                                                                              Movies were affordable in those days. Matinees were ten cents for kids and twenty five for adults. I recall when in later years paying one dollar for admission, I thought this surely would be the death of the moving picture industry. The era was not always pleasant for some however. It would be years later before I noticed that the black kids I knew always sat in the balcony, and not by choice. We learned much about the terrible racism in the south, but we did not talk much about what was going on in our town. We were northerners and so felt we could never be guilty of racial prejudice.

Thus it is that although I have fond memories of those days, they were not without some downsides. The theaters have all been demolished, my favorite one (the Liberty) is now a bank parking lot. We saw the Jason Bourne movie at the movie-plex located in the mall at the edge of town. The seats are great and there are never any interruptions while the projectionist splices a broken tape. All in all it is very functional, but when it comes to character forget it. Well, at least it doesn’t have a balcony.

ODE TO STUFF

ODE TO STUFF
There was a time back when I was a kid that I desperately wanted a new bicycle. I had inherited a hand me down bike from my brother which was a wreck. It was so bad that I couldn’t even use it on my paper route, and I was convinced that alone should justify a new one. In spite of all that I did not get another bike, and I never got over it. I was envious of all my friends with their shiny new bikes with basket in front, carrier in back, horns, lights, and some even with whitewall tires. That same feeling occurs yet today when a Porsche 911 zooms past me (I never got one of those either).
That bikeless childhood I hold responsible for my lifelong quest for stuff, a small portion for which I actually had some pressing need. I have been rather successful in my quest for I now find we have a mountain of stuff. This does create some problems as the few things we need are frequently buried somewhere amidst all that stuff. In order to counter that problem we always look for a special place for important things, and promptly forget the location of that special place. The result is that we never lose anything unless it is important.

CONFESSION IS GOOD FOR THE SOUL
My addiction to stuff is little different from other types. This desire to procure stuff is fueled by the expectation that its possession will make me joyful (what Freud called the pleasure principal); however I soon learned that whatever good feeling results will be transient. Of course this explanation is not some wondrous insight, but such understanding did little to affect my need to accumulate more stuff until a few years ago when I realized that stuff was not like money as in the more the better, but at some point it became a liability rather than an asset.
With this understanding of my problem, I decided to go cold turkey, and vowed to cease and desist from accruing any more stuff unless in dire need. In spite of my best efforts, I must confess that I have relapsed on several occasions and succumbed to those same old primal urges to possess more stuff. To my credit, after a brief period of remorse I have always been able to renew my pledge, and now have been free of frivolous purchases for over six months. Barb may question that statement for she is aware that I recently ordered a soap dish for the shower from Amazon for $3.24, but I defend that purchase as a definite need to prevent me from using a bar of soap as a mini skateboard.
Unfortunately the accumulation of stuff is only part of the problem. After one is in recovery one must cope with the problem of undoing what has been done, by finding a way to dispose of the clutter. Recently, my otherwise charming wife defied me by agreeing to partner with a friend to have a garage sale. She did this without consultation and in clear violation of a solemn vow we had made more than thirty years ago to never ever have another garage sale. Since her commitment had already been made, as an all around good guy who is aware of who does the most cooking here, and in the name of marital harmony , I threw myself into the fray. The upside to this debacle was that it forced us to dig into that mountain and decide of what we could rid ourselves.

TOIL AND TROUBLE
As the saying goes this is the point at which the rubber hits the road. Decisions prove to be more difficult and the resolve to disinfect is tested to the fullest. There is the pull of sentiment connected to useless items, the “one of the kids might be able to use this” rationalization, and the infamous always fatal “I might need this later” betrayal. Barb and I collaborated on the mission to ready ourselves for the grand opening and were able to counter many of each other’s objections to letting go of particular items, and in the end the garage was wall to wall stuff.
The sale as expected was not a rousing success, but Barb had an opportunity to socialize with a variety of potential customers which allowed me to hide from the operation. We had been able to dispose of some stuff, but by the quantity left behind it did not appear we had made a great deal of progress. The idea of finding holes in which to stick the left over merchandise was anathema so we were able to find a charitable organization who mercifully agreed to pick up all the left overs.

IT’S NOT ALL MY FAULT
There are outside influences that encourage our collection of stuff. Advertisers have long known about that pleasure principal thing Freud talked about; however television added a new dimension. Everything from kitchen gadgets to condominiums were shown by the beautiful people and the inference was that you too could have a happier and easier life with the help of this latest tool, furnishing, item of clothing, or automobile etc.
Our economy is based on consumerism. Its health is measured by the Gross National Product i.e. the total amount of goods and services produced by a country in a year, and of course there is a direct correlation between production and consumption. Consequently; shopping to buy more stuff is the patriotic thing to do. As a matter of fact that is what our president asked us to do in the aftermath of nine eleven.
Our younger generation consume without accumulating a lot of stuff. They generally are not as interested in Grandma’s silver as were previous generations. Brides often prefer to be registered at Walmart for their gifts. They preside over the “throw-away society”, and are more interested in function and cost rather than form.

THINK OF THE MONEY I COULD HAVE SAVED
The latest iteration of this philosophy are the minimalists whose gospel is that possessions take up time and effort that could be used in other pursuits more meaningful as in relationships and other activities which will promote a calmer and happier life. They posit that materialism is largely an ego thing (catching up with the Joneses). More extreme is the “tiny house movement” where houses are built usually with less than six hundred square feet of floor space. Such a house would certainly solve the problem of too much stuff.
Although these guys may be a bit extreme, I can appreciate their ideas every time I open a closet, go to my basement, or even worse open the door to my attic. Where were they when I needed them?

SEQUEL TO A BAD DAY

SEQUEL TO A ‘BAD DAY”
My last blog ended on a plea for human engagement, and I am pleased to announce that such may still exist in some quarters. After waiting a few days for the lost check I had written about to appear, I decided to stop payment and write a check the old fashioned way. With some trepidation I called the 800 number for my bank expecting once again to deal with a robot, and go through the usual litany necessary in order to speak to a person. I was prepared to hear about the importance of my call, how busy people were in helping other clients, and to listen to those disgusting sounds masquerading as music.
STRESS MANAGEMENT
My secret weapon against the assault on my sanity was the speaker button on my phone. I had learned that by engaging the speaker I could do something useful, and ignore the crap emanating from the phone while waiting for that person to whom I am so important to talk to me. I had also prepared myself psychologically for the travails to come by attempting to convince myself that in the grand scheme of things this was not a momentous event, and not nearly as important as my blood pressure.
IT JUST SLIPPED OUT
It is true that on a couple of occasions in the past, I have lost my cool during similar situations, and once had that person to whom I was so important hang up on me, allegedly because I swore at him. I felt similar conflict was nearly inevitable, as I was determined not to pay the $35.00 stop payment fee, and was expecting a debate over who was to blame for the lost check . With that in mind I vowed to be assertive, but not hostile, and felt I was ready.
ALL THAT WORK FOR NOTHING
In spite of all the conditioning in preparation for the ordeal, I found myself totally unprepared for what was to come when a sweet and charming voice answered on the first ring and announced: “I am Elsie, How can I help you”? In my most serious voice, I explained to her my problem and my frustration, and girded myself for the inevitable conflict over the stop payment fee. She replied that she was sorry about my problem and I found myself thinking she really did sound sorry. She then asked me to wait a few moments while she looked up my account.
While doing so she inquired as to the weather in our town (it turned out that she was in another state), and then asked me about my weekend (this was Monday morning), and when I enquired about hers she told me she had taken her son to the park and they had played the Pokeman game. I had been wondering what that fad was all about, so she explained it to me in detail. After our little chat she told me that she had stopped payment and wished me a “good day” saying it in a manner suggesting she really meant it.
OH YE OF LITTLE FAITH
Oh, by the way I forgot to ask her about the stop payment fee. When I talked with Barb about it, she said she thought I had been seduced, and I replied I surely hoped so. After all at my age I rarely experience seduction even as a con game. Nevertheless, I did have some doubts as to the veracity of the experience, and checked my bank account to find that no stop payment fee had been leveled. But even if it had I doubt that it would have changed my perceptions of Elsie for she reminded me so much of my daughters, and the qualities of kindness, and caring for others that they exhibit.
ADVANTAGE: HUMANS
In my opinion, what the world needs is more Elsies and fewer robots. I am aware that such a strategy is not very cost effective, and that a digital brain offers some advantages over the God given type, but when it comes to human interaction people relate better with people than do machines. I also know that Elsie did more yesterday to cement a lasting relationship between me and my bank than all the mailings, emails, and print ads to which I had been exposed over the yearsI had been a customer.

THE WATER MISSION

THE WATER MISSION
There are basically two approaches in the treatment of an illness.

  1. There is symptomatic treatment, which as the name implies, consists of alleviating the physical discomforts associated with the problem
  2. There is the elimination of the cause which in most cases is preferable.

For example there was a time when typhoid fever was incurable and often fatal. Treatments consisted of attempts to keep the patient hydrated, control the pain and diminish bowel hyperactivity.

When it was determined that the most common source of the infection was in contaminated drinking water it was possible to eliminate the cause of epidemics of the disease. Later, effective antibiotics would be developed; however, it is obviously much preferable to avoid contracting the disease in the first place.

Although typhoid fever has been all but eliminated in our country, many throughout the world are still at risk for a variety of water borne illnesses. Water is necessary for life as we know it, and we humans cannot live longer than a few days without it. Consequently, we are forced to drink whatever is available. The most recent example is the situation in Flint Michigan where bureaucratic bungling and an apparent blatant disregard for public health and welfare has put thousands at risk for various neurological problems. In children the extent of brain damage due to lead poisoning may not be apparent for years to come.

Unfortunately, these kinds of problems are not unique to Flint, but are often accepted as a fact of life when they occur in developing nations. When masses of people live in conditions of extreme poverty, they are often eager to welcome any kind of development which could improve their lives. These are often the same places where public health facilities are either scarce or non-existent, citizens are not made aware of the health problems that can accompany resource extraction, and there is little regulation to protect the worker or his environment. A dysfunctional or corrupt government may look the other way while outside influences plunder the nation, and more powerful nations may influence public policy.
It surprised me to learn that this problem continues to exist today even though the age of imperialism is supposed to be long gone. It was brought to my attention in an unlikely place when I attended a presentation at my church by a missionary from Bolivia. She did not fit the image often times ascribed to missionaries as staid and boring, but turned out to be a vivacious and positive young lady. In a subsequent one on one conversation I found Chenoa to be also quite charming in addition to being dedicated to her cause.
Her cause was to restore the water supply in La Paz, the third largest city in Bolivia. The city’s water was supplied by a river which ran through the city, and had its origin in mountain glaciers. Consequently the water was pristine until what some have called the “resource curse” came to bare. That was when mining for minerals began upstream and the waste was dumped into the river. The water supply became polluted with a variety of contaminates which made it unfit to drink. I was pleased to learn that Chenoa and her affiliates were seeking to cure the cause rather than just the symptoms of the problem. To temporize by passing out bottled water for example would obviously do little to cure the illness, and healing could only begin if the mining company would get their act together.
In order to encourage better behavior the Presbyterian Church which sponsors Chenoa wisely teamed up with an activist group called “Joining Hands”. As its name implies this organization is non-denominational and includes not only other churches but multiple other activist groups native to Bolivia. This inclusiveness should go a long way toward reducing the perception by some that missionaries invade their land to tell them what to do. One of the focuses of this organization is on Extractive Industries and Water with the following stated goals:
“Uphold transparency and oppose corruption in countries where mineral and resource extraction create wealth for a few and rampant poverty for the vulnerable majority…Deal with the impact of the extractive industries on communities of people and the environment, advancing the right of the people to access clean water, protected from pollution.”
It was gratifying to hear that a new generation of missionaries are determined to not only talk the talk, but walk the walk. That is not to say that others have not been concerned about global issues; however they have had little power to effect change. Many missionaries have given their lives in their struggles to improve quality of life for their subjects, and indeed that persists today as we hear of clergy who are slaughtered because of their beliefs. The willingness to suffer all manner of privations, sacrifices, and dangers in order to alleviate the suffering of his fellow man requires a dedication beyond my ability to comprehend.
One such person who accepted that challenge was, Dan Reynolds, one of my classmates in medical school. He admitted that he was in medical school only because he wanted to be a medical missionary. My first thought was that this kid must be nuts. Who in the world would want to spend all those years in school just to go hang out in the jungle. Granted, most of us were motivated at some level to be able to help people, but the fact that we would be paid pretty well for doing it was icing on the cake. After twenty years in that jungle in Africa, Dan was honored by our class with a plaque for his service, and he became my dear friend.
Historians would point out that the Christian missionary movement has not always been very Christian in its implementation, but hopefully that has become a thing of the past. The most extreme of these cases was when the conquistadors were instructed to convert the populace of the southern hemisphere to Christianity. One needs only to look at the churches in South America to realize they were quite successful. Their method was very effective. It consisted of giving the prospective church member the choice between conversion or death. We now hear that same strategy is used by ISIS.
One success story in the struggle to provide safe drinking water did not involve church sponsored missionaries, but rather the dedication of one caring individual.

150803-jimmy-carter-file-jsw-158p_5e66b4113f7db8e269482f0f50105c95-nbcnews-fp-1200-800In 1986 Jimmy Carter with the encouragement of the World Health organization set out to eradicate the guinea worm. His success may well represent the most monumental and least noted medical achievement of the century. In the nineteen eighties there were an estimated 3.5 million cases of guinea worm infection world-wide. In 2015 there were 22 cases reported. In the poignant announcement of his affliction with a malignant brain tumor, Mr. Carter announced that he only hoped he would be able to outlive the last guinea worm on earth. The significance of this event cannot be overemphasized as it would be only the second disease (after smallpox) to be totally eradicated.
Guinea worm infection or dracunculiasis as it is called is a horrible disease. It is passed to humans by drinking water containing water fleas infected with the guinea worm larvae. The fleas die, but the larvae persist and penetrate the intestinal wall. They migrate through the body growing to as much as forty inches in length over a period of from 10 to 14 months at which time they exit the body through the foot. This results in an intense burning sensation leading to an impulse to put the foot in water into which the worm discharges thousands of larvae. Since surface water is all that is available, the contaminated water is drunk and the cycle is repeated.
The only treatment available is to entwine the worm around a twig as its head exits the body and to very slowly twist the twig in hopes of removing the worm in toto. This must be done very slowly over a period of several days in order to avoid pulling the worm apart and leaving a portion inside the body. There can be many complications from the infection including amputation.
Since there is no treatment for this disease, prevention is the only option. Of course the ideal solution would be to provide clean drinking water for all. Unfortunately this goal is often not achievable in some parts of the world. It was discovered that the larvae would not pass through a simple cloth filter which could be made inexpensively. When people were made aware of the cause of the infection, they readily complied with use of the filters, and even improved upon them by developing a simpler and more portable version. The success of the eradication venture depended on an intense educational program to some of the most remote areas of the world. The results of that effort demonstrate clearly that ignorance is not synonymous with stupidity.
The problems associated with maintaining potable drinking water are not limited to less developed parts of the world. Mountain top mining is said to pollute otherwise pristine mountain streams in West Virginia, and some insist that fracking has affected their sources of water. The great lakes, a source of drinking water for millions, have been affected by the runoff of fertilizers. Since the Flint Michigan fiasco we have learned that the incidence of lead and other toxic materials in water all across the country have been vastly under-reported. When I was a kid, I was taught that water which came from the side of a hill was always safe to drink, and indeed many farm families relied on springs from those hills for their drinking water. We certainly could no longer rely on the earth to filter out all the poisons from the water we dump on it, and “spring water” could no longer considered to be safe to drink.
It seems to me that governments are very good at proposing solutions to problems but not so good at implementing them, and that is the reason we need people like Jimmy Carter and Chenoa. They deserve our unconditional support support and extreme gratitude.
In this paper I have only addressed concerns about the quality of water, while an even more pressing problem may turn out to be the quantity needed for our species to survive. Some futurists have predicted that competition for diminishing supplies of water may result in more world-wide conflict than that to which we are already accustomed. The squabbles over water currently taking place in California may be a harbinger of worse conflicts to come. For this and other more pressing reasons we can no longer assume that there will always be an inexhaustible supply of life’s most vital substance.

GRUMPY OLD MEN KNOW BEST

GRUMPY OLD MEN KNOW BEST
This morning I awakened in my grumpy old man mood; consequently decided to do what we grumpy old men do best which is to criticize everything. We rarely offer any solutions to the world’s problems, other than to suggest we go back to the way things were in the “good old days.”

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This is a favorite picture of my two grandsons who are now graduating from college. Proof that I am indeed an old man.

There are a few bright spots in my dark grumpy old man mood, not the least of which is that I did awaken this morning. In addition to that, my two grandsons who are about to graduate from college, will do so after receiving several honors which are more than sufficient to make even a grumpy old man pop his shirt buttons with pride for his progeny.

In spite of those bright spots, there is no dearth of issues for any grumpy old man to criticize, and that may also apply to those who are neither old nor grumpy. The first and most obvious thing which comes to mind is this election campaign which shows no sign of ending. If history is prologue we can expect it to start all over again as soon as this one is over.
You may recall from a previous blog that I am a co-dependent spouse of a CNN addict. As such I am accustomed to a continuous barrage of “breaking news” so named even if it is weeks old. After years of listening, I had become sufficiently desensitized to be largely able to ignore that noise that emanated from our kitchen TV. Now after months of listening to all that election campaign claptrap, I am ready to trade in my hearing aids for ear plugs.

 

There has been an endless parade of political experts who are standing in line to grace us with their expert opinions and prophecies. These are the same experts who assured us that Donald Trump was merely an oddity who would not survive for longer than a few weeks. Among them are journalists, campaign workers, officials of all stripes from the major parties, academics, politicians, and members of various “think tanks.” That last category has always fascinated me, and I have wondered what members of think tanks do other than think. To me, it always conjures up images of a bunch of naked people sitting around with their chin in their hands like a group of incarnate Rodin statues.There also appear to be a plethora of folks who are introduced as republican or democratic strategists. There must be a lot of “strategizing” going on, since there seems to be a bunch of them, which furthers my contention that politics is big business.
Regardless of the title given the participants in these interviews, the preferred format appears to be the use of the split screen with those of opposing loyalties each occupying their half of the screen. The content soon goes from each talking about what a wonderful person his/her candidate is to how terrible the opponent is. It seems to me the moderator is more interested in the interaction between the participants than policy matters. When they talk of the wondrous things their candidate will do, there appears to be no follow-up questions as to how those wondrous things will be accomplished.
Journalists and pseudo-journalists long ago learned that reporting of conflict gets people’s attention. The TV networks have sponsored many (too many for my taste) so called debates encouraging and reporting on the conflicts between participants while the issues get short shrift. It appears that the TV celebs (sorry but I find it hard to call them journalists) would like nothing better than one of those debates to degenerate into a massive food fight so that they might have some “breaking news” to report.

Enter Mr. Donald Trump the unrepentant narcissist and showman who had spent a lifetime seeking attention. It turned out that those years of practice served him well, for he has certainly received attention from the media, so much so that he has not found it necessary to spend any money on advertising. In addition to personally insulting and denigrating everyone who did not pay homage, he was able to be totally outrageous in the process. His overly simplistic statements about domestic and foreign policies were hailed as proof that he was an outsider and not a double talking politician. He pointed out that his talents as a business man could be useful in solving the country’s economic woes. He portrayed himself as a Manhattan version of Horatio Alger, and true enough we know that he started his career with a paltry one million dollars given to him by his father, later inherited a few million more and parlayed that into over a billion while filing only four bankruptcies in the process. He also inherited a few more million along the way, but insists that he is a self-made man.
Well, enough about the prince of the rednecks. I started out with the goal of bitching about the news media. Their coverage of the campaign has alerted me to the magnitude of the business side of politics. As I mentioned previously, there appears to be an endless supply of people selling their opinions. I assume that all of these people are employed somewhere since they all well dressed, and do not appear to be poverty stricken. There certainly are hundreds and maybe even thousands of such people employed in the politics industry. If we were to add all those salaries and book sales to the one billion dollars estimated to be spent by the candidates in this campaign, you might say we are talking real money. It might even be enough to fix some pot-holes, and if any were left we could waste it by feeding some of those kids who go to bed hungry each night.
In the midst of writing this rant, I just took a coffee break, and on my way to the kitchen was fortunate enough to see CNN was announcing more “breaking news”. The big news of the day is that North Carolina is suing the Feds over the bill about who can go to which bathroom. Undoubtedly, this is the most pressing issue of our time. No matter their faults one must give a lot of credit to CNN for securing this scoop. While some people are worried about such trivia as planetary destruction leading to the extinction of the human race, or our apparent penchant for warfare, these guys maintain a laser like focus on the really important news.

As I sipped my coffee, I was surprised to see Carl Bernstein (the reporter of Watergate fame) for whom I have a great deal of respect, appear to for an interview. He appears to me to be the type of journalist who seems more interested in the news than in his own celebrity. I was a little disappointed when I found that his primary reason for being there was to sell his latest book, but my mood improved dramatically when he began to talk about the news media in general. It soon became apparent that he was a grumpy old man also, and a kindred spirit when he complained that both broadcast and print media were very superficial in their coverage of the election campaign.
It seems that the combination of Carl and the coffee have conspired to make me much less grumpy, so now I think I will go watch some TV news and  see if I can learn more about the Donald’s hairdo.

 

Marriage & Relationship Counseling 101

Introduction from eshrink’s editor and daughter.

Dad’s introduction to his communication series got me thinking about stuff I’ve learned/witnessed as the daughter of a psychiatrist. In this post, eshrink will discuss marriage counseling, but his post contains useful information for any person in a relationship. There’s also some interesting behind-the-scenes shrink strategy for all of those armchair therapists out there 🙂

1970-something

I was 12 years old when I rode with my dad from Zanesville to Upham Hall at Ohio State University. It was a sunny, Monday afternoon in the summer. Each Monday, dad traveled to OSU to teach a class for the medical school. I would often ride along in order to visit my best friend Susan. Our family had moved from Columbus, Ohio, to Zanesville, Ohio, after I finished 5th grade.

After dad finished teaching his class, he saw patients at an office in the Columbus suburb, Upper Arlington, which is where we had lived before moving to Zanesville. During this particular Monday, my friend Susan was busy during the afternoon, which meant I wouldn’t be able to visit with her until dad’s class was over. Dad let me sit in the observation room with the medical students. The lesson that day was about marriage counseling. A couple entered the room where my dad was and sat down. He explained the medical students were observing as OSU was a teaching hospital. Dad started the session by asking the wife what first attracted her to her husband. “Go back to when you first met, what attracted you to Bob?”

The demure woman dressed in a pink dress and cardigan sweater didn’t have a hair out of place and appeared to be one of those people who is extremely efficient and organized…maybe too organized, as she sat somewhat rigid with impressive posture.

She looked up to her left and seemed to soften as she reminisced about the first time she met Bob. It was a party at college. She said she had always been quite reserved, somewhat shy and felt out of place at large social gatherings. She saw this crowd of people around a man with a large presence and hearty laugh. She marveled at how he was the life of the party and effortlessly worked the crowd. When he talked to her, she felt as if everything was somehow lighter.

Next, was Bob’s turn…he remembers how “put together” Jane was and what a good listener she was. “I felt like I was the only person in the room when I talked to her. She listened and seem to ‘get me.’”

Next, dad asked Jane why she and her husband were here. She said she was unhappy in the marriage and had been for years. Dad continued to probe. After a few minutes, he reiterated what he had heard her say and asked, “Well, what is it about Bob that you think is making you unhappy.” Jane said he had changed. He had become so self-centered. He never asked her what she thought. He always had to be the center of attention. Everything was a big joke. She went on and on….describing all of the qualities that had first attracted her to Bob. In the adjacent observation room, the med students and I let out a collective gasp.

Dad will use this memory of mine to share some insights about marriage, relationships, and communication. Take it away dad….


Eshrink’s marriage counseling 101
It was quite a surprise to hear that Maggie had retained such detailed memories of the session she observed at the family study unit nearly 30 years ago. It could have been even longer, but I am not certain as to how sensitive Maggie is about age disclosure. As is common with those of my vintage, my long term memory is much better than for recent events such as where I left my car keys; consequently I do have some vague recollections of that day, but not of the specific couple involved. These unhappy people whom Maggie so eloquently described; had been referred to our clinic with a fairly common marital problem, which she also defined quite well in her introduction.

After looking at the prospects of sending four kids to college on an assistant professor’s salary, I had recently left my full time position on the faculty of the Psychiatric department of OSU for greener pastures. However, since I had enjoyed teaching, I hung onto one of my favorite subjects, namely marital and family therapy. After the move to Zanesville, I continued to spend one afternoon per week teaching at the Family Study Unit. The facility consisted of two rooms with a one way glass separating them. The format was very informal and participation was voluntary; consequently there were participants from a variety of disciplines including social work, psychology, medical students, and psychiatry residents. We received referrals from both the inpatient service and outpatient clinic. They were seen by the referring physician or by a volunteer from the group. The sessions were videotaped and discussed later by the viewers, but there was usually a lively discussion by the viewers during the session. Occasionally I would be challenged to be the therapist which must have been the case during the session which Maggie referenced (I am sure the students all welcomed the opportunity to critique the old man).
Opposites attract, but do they stick?
A reciprocal relationship as described in Maggie’s intro frequently leads to marital problems down the road. It is true that opposites attract, but it is also true that one must be careful of what he/she wishes for. Those behaviors which first attract two people to each other frequently become the source of their complaints after they are married. My explanation of this phenomenon is much more simplistic than her shrink’s who appears to be drawing on psychoanalytic interpretations. In my opinion Jane saw in Bob what she lacked and yearned for. Perhaps at that party she felt more comfortable in his presence, she might have felt safer as he diverted attention to himself and she could feel a part of the group without exposing her social ineptitude. Bob may have felt more comfortable in her presence as she listened to him; consequently he did not feel the need to utilize all that energy to gain attention. It seems likely that he noted her compulsive personality characteristics (“she was so put together”). It seems likely from the description of his behaviors that he was a big picture guy and the idea of an organized person in his life was appealing. She might even be able to help him get his s… together.
Courtship probably went well. He added some zest to her life, and his needs for approval were realized by her. He would have been impressed by her sound judgement, rational approach to life, and organizational skills which were in marked contrast to his cluttered lifestyle. He might have even asked for advice about personal matters from time to time. She would have enjoyed the playfulness that had been lacking in her life, the little pats on her backside, and the sharing of his sense of humor. They would have looked forward to seeing each other, and were lonely when apart. As a matter of fact it was as if a part of each was missing when they were separated. The affectionate feelings which resulted would have further enhanced the sexual attraction which they probably had felt at their first meeting.
The end of the honeymoon (6-8 years post nuptials)
Now let’s fast forward six or eight years, which was the most common time for marital problems to reach a crisis point in our experience. As Maggie pointed out the anger is palpable, and has erased any feelings of affection. There has been very infrequent if any sexual activity for months. There are probably a couple of kids. They disagree about childrearing practices. Bob says “Lighten up, let them be kids, if you keep them on a tight leash they will grow up to be uptight like you”. Jane’s response: “How would you know anything about the kids, you are never home. Wednesday is bowling, Saturday golf, Sunday you are plastered to TV watching your precious football”. “I never know what time you will get home. You spend more time with your friends than with your kids”. Bob: “Why would I want to come home? All you do is bitch at me.” Jane: ‘While you are out having fun, I am at home doing your laundry and cleaning up the messes you have made. I work all day too, but you expect me to do all the work around the house”.
This little vignette is what family therapists are faced with routinely. It is an example of an attack-attack system. When under attack one is likely to subscribe to the age old tenet that the best defense is a good offense; consequently it is natural for one to fight back. There are continued back to back attacks, and the situation soon escalates into a full blown fight. There are other ways to deal with an attack, and some of them can also be harmful to a relationship but we will save that for later. The attack-attack system is very inefficient as each blames the other; consequently nothing is accomplished, and resolution is impossible. There is also the risk that the escalation may result in violence.

 

It is helpful for the therapist to view the problems presented as caused by the system under which the patients communicate. This helps to prevent him from getting “sucked in to the system”, and becoming part of the problem or even aggravating it. For example, if one joins in the search to discover who is to blame he has become a participant rather than an observer, and he is apt to aggravate rather than contribute to a solution. It is characteristic of all communication systems that once one is incorporated into that system he loses sight of the big picture. It might seem a simple thing to avoid that pitfall, but time after time we observed therapists who were “sucked in”.

 

Interestingly, as we viewed videotapes following the sessions it would be obvious to the perpetrators that they had committed the sucked in sin, of which they were unaware during the session. Probably the best albeit least efficient way to deal with the problem is to have two therapists at a time. Of course in a private setting this would be much too expensive We are all conditioned to “join in a conversation” but the therapist’s role should be to observe and intervene rather than join. To be successful in modifying the system, he needs to become a meta-communicator, that is to communicate about their communications, or in other words to be able to look at the system from the outside. He then needs to help his patients understand how their system of communicating to each other is causing their problems.
Reframe Anger
In Bob and Jane’s case the goal should be to allow them to see how their never ending attacks on each other have compromised their relationship and prevented them from getting what they want from their relationship. It might be helpful to reframe their anger: “you two must care a lot about each other to become so angry that what you had was lost”. The response will usually be: “of course I care, he is the Father of my kids” and he with a similar response such as: “I am here aren’t I?” People rarely admit they don’t care, besides if they admitted they didn’t care it might be used against them. The hope is that this might stick somewhere in their brain so that when one is screaming at the other they might recall that exchange.
I feel…
joy, sorrow, anger, fear

Usually; it is necessary to use a more creative approach. One could be to give them an assignment to preface each comment they make to each other with the words: “I feel”, and having them practice in the session. One would expect Bob to say “I feel as if she is a bitch”. He would be reminded that this is an opinion not a feeling, and also told that there are four basic feelings namely: joy, sorrow, anger, and fear. Jane would likely interrupt with her own rendition of Who’s afraid of Virginia Wolfe, and inject a comment like, “See, he doesn’t have any true feelings, he is an insensitive asshole” or something equally flattering. She would be corrected also and asked how she felt about Bob becoming an asshole. At this point it might be more productive to stick with her for a while since men have usually been conditioned to not express feelings, and women are usually quite good at it. Her first response would probably be “it makes me angry”, and when pursued with “anything else? she would likely say “it makes me sad”. If we were lucky there might even be some tears.
Were we fortunate enough to get this far in the session we would have accomplished a lot. As we shrinks would say, we have reduced the conflict from a cognitive to an affective level of communication. In relationships emotions are more important than facts. If I say I am sad that’s that unless I am a liar. An ongoing debate to prove who is worse is difficult to carry on if only feelings are expressed. It has been said that perception is reality, and emotion always colors perception. That is undoubtedly the reason that we psychiatrists are often saying, “and how do you feel about that”? That principal is also useful in relationships of all kinds, but I will save all that for a future blog since I am approaching the length of writing allowed by my esteemed editor.
The Double Bind.
There have been multiple schools of thought regarding psychotherapy, the most recent and widely accepted being Cognitive Behavioral Therapy or CBT. Basically, it is based on the premise that how we think affects our emotions and behaviors, and seems to me to be a one size fits all approach. It is time limited, highly structured, but I preferred to go in the opposite direction and deal with feelings directly. One approach to these kinds of relationship problems which I have always found intriguing, and resulting in some success has been with the use of the therapeutic double bind or paradoxical admonition as it has sometimes been called. The double bind or catch 22 is not new. It involves creating a situation in which a person is put in the damned if you do, damned if you don’t position. Back in the days when mothers were blamed for all our troubles the classic example was when a double binding mother always gave her son two neckties for Christmas, so that when he appeared the next day with one of the ties on she could say “oh, so you didn’t like the other necktie.”
Give ’em hell therapy?
In like fashion, it is possible at times to produce a situation in which the patient is better if he does or better if he doesn’t. I have found this particularly helpful in treating some forms of sexual dysfunction, but that is another story. For Jane and Bob I might suggest they spend 20 minutes each evening at an agreed upon time to complain and berate each other for 20 minutes. My explanation might be that with so much pent up anger they both needed time to get it out of their system. In order to be fair, they must level their criticisms on alternate days with the one being criticized maintaining total silence. They would be instructed to set an alarm and not stop their criticisms until it went off. The timing and absolute silence on the victim would be emphasized several times, and the exercise would be billed as absolutely necessary as a prelude to a successful outcome of their therapy.

This rigidly designed homework might appeal to Jane’s compulsiveness and Bob might relish the idea of finally being able to tell her off once and for all. They must also agree to save all their criticisms for their turn and nothing critical or hurtful the rest of the time. It would be suggested that they take notes and save their criticisms and complaints until it was their turn to unload.

Failure by Design
Of course they will fail miserably at their assignment and find that it is virtually impossible to complain and berate anyone that long if there are no responses to feed their anger. Even if they do succeed they will have learned something about their need to beat on each other and when they fail at their tasks they may have developed some insight into how foolish and self-defeating their behavior has been. In similar situations, I have even had couples return laughing at themselves.
Of course marital therapy does not always lead to a resolution of problems, and it may even be that divorce is therapeutic in some cases. This is particularly true in those cases of chronically violent behaviors, and especially when children are at risk. The sessions may also reveal secrets which defy solutions, such as a pregnant mistress. Severe mental illnesses may require individual treatment of the afflicted; although supportive spouses can be most helpful, and I always attempted to see those patients with their spouses whenever possible.
What’s Next?
In future blogs I hope to write more about related issues including more about family relationships and therapies, some thoughts concerning the importance of how we communicate with each other and hints as to how we can do a better job of it.

RELATIONSHIPS

Recently I asked editor Maggie for suggestions as to what I should write about next, after she reminded me that I had not been very productive of late.  She suggested in a very subtle way that I might want to write about a subject of which I had some expertise.  After giving this some thought, I concluded that she had a point.  I have noted that the feedback I get about my blog usually goes something like this: “It was well written”, or “you write well, you should write a book.” I usually respond, I already did that and nobody reads it either.  There seems to be a remarkable lack of enthusiasm regarding the subject matter in my stuff.   With that in mind I decided to heed my boss’s advice; although it presented a problem as I looked for a subject about which I could consider myself expert.  The problem is that I am the kind of guy who knows a little bit about a few things, but not a lot about any one thing.  It did occur to me that since I have spent a lifetime dealing with and studying how people relate that I should have more than a modicum of knowledge about the subject of relationships, which led to the title at the top of this page.  I did try to come up with a catchy subtitle, but creativity is not my strong suit either.

None of the above comments are meant to demean the importance of the subject I have chosen, for relationships are not only important, but vital to one’s mental health. The types of relationships formed in childhood are powerful determinants of our personality development, and their effects are apt to follow us all of our lives.  They will affect our self-image, sense of self, identity, values, and the way we view our world.  The lack of nurturing relationships in early childhood can have devastating effects.

The long lasting or even permanent effects of such relationships was demonstrated by Harlow’s monkeys in his famous experiments with his “chicken wire mothers”.  In the 1980’s these results were tragically replicated in the orphaned children of Romania.  The communist dictator of Romania had outlawed contraception and had decreed that all couples should have at least five children.  Years of economic deprivation had made it impossible for many to feed their children; consequently they had left them in orphanages which had become overwhelmed.  The repressive government left the facilities underfunded and understaffed.  As a result the children were neglected with hardly any interaction with the staff.  When outsiders were finally allowed in they found children who exhibited signs and symptoms of brain damage.  Scans demonstrated that their brains contained less than the normal amount of white matter, thereby confirming that nurturing relationships are necessary not only for our psychological well-being, but also for a fully functioning brain.

Anyone who has reared children knows well the importance of relationships in adolescence.  The rising titer of sexual hormones is only part of the picture.  This is a time when brains exhibit a high degree of what neurologists have termed “plasticity”.  It is a time when neurons find millions of new connections.  As a result they are more likely to be influenced by environmental issues. Drugs are more likely to have long lasting effects.  As teenagers contemplate leaving the nest, they seek to establish an identity, and join the herd.  Peer relationships achieve monumental importance.  They eagerly adopt the latest fads, interests, dress code, and language.  Interference by parents or teachers is often met with hostility.  It has often been said that these behaviors are manifestations of kids striving for emancipation, but I suggest that their need for relationships may be even more important.

This need for relationships, although not as obvious persists, in adults.  We court relationships of all kinds, and our search for validation is never ending.  We are after all herd animals.  Our ancestors must have learned thousands of years ago that their very survival depended upon learning to rely on each other.  The statement that our need for relatedness is in our DNA is not a cliché.   Feedback from relationships helps develop our sense of self.  As cultures became more complex and people more specialized in their fields of work, we became more dependent upon others to help fulfill some of our most basic needs.  Now the members of our herds are much more diverse than was the case with a typical tribe member in the hunter gatherer age.  As a result there is undoubtedly more opportunities for enrichment, but also for conflict.

The evidence for the importance of relationships is further evidenced by the effects of chronic aloneness.  Loneliness is uncomfortable, but isolation for long periods of time is almost unbearable.  When shunned by groups to whom they are closely aligned, the results can be catastrophic and even result in suicidal ideation.  Interrogators have long known that isolation is an effective tool to break one’s will.  Prisoners denied of human contact for long periods of time have even been known to share their sparse rations with rats.  Those who are separated from people due to physical or mental disability can derive much benefit from their relationship with a dog or cat.  I recall a schizophrenic patient who decompensated and was hospitalized after his apartment manager refused to allow him to feed the birds who alighted on his windowsill.  His paranoia had made it virtually impossible for him to relate to people, but he felt an extreme attachment to his birds.

While writing this, I pause occasionally to watch a pair of dogs cavorting in my neighbor’s yard.  I have long believed that we can learn much about humans by observing dog behavior.  We do have a lot in common with dogs.  The wolves from whom they descended, had learned that to be successful as a predator they needed to band together.  Likewise when homosapiens ancestors learned that the flesh of other creatures was more nutritious than nuts and berries, they must have realized they needed help to kill other animals.  I also imagine that becoming the hunter rather than the hunted must have felt much better.

This arrangement worked out so well that some of these wolves decided to join the most successful predators, namely humans.  Now after thousands of years we have bonded, and these domesticated wolves have accepted us into their pack.  Most would agree that we got the best end of the deal.  Dogs have been taught to perform all kinds of tasks many of which have been lifesaving, and contribute to our safety and well-being in many ways.  Like Tom and Jerry (the labs next door) their loyalty will never fade not only for each other, but also for their family.  The only thing they ask is that we feed them and scratch their ears.  Such relationships between humans are indeed rare, and many count their relationship with their dog as among the most important in their life.

As adults we experience multiple relationships throughout our lives: some brief, some lifelong, some trivial, some intense, some forgotten, some memorable.  The nature of these relationships can arouse nearly any feeling imagined including: love, joy, anger, fear, sorrow, or disappointment, to name a few.  Even brief or superficial relationships can have long lasting effects.  With that in mind it is little wonder that dysfunctional relationships especially between people who spend a great deal of time together i.e. those who work together or live together, can be so damaging that they may end up  in the Psychiatrist’s office.

Maggie has suggested this readership might be interested in my thoughts as to how we go about attempting to repair damaged relationships, and some hints as to how we might develop more satisfying personal relationships.  We will present some thoughts about communication which of course is the foundation of all relationships.  Since I am following the Maggie rule to “keep it short” we will dig into some of that stuff in future blogs.

POWER OF THE PRESS

POWER OF THE PRESS
It has been said that information is power. It appears that most people still rely on television as their source for news. Cable television news channels reach millions of people each with their own set of biases. This is especially true with Fox and MSNBC. The Fox mantra of “fair and balanced” is laughable and MSNBC is not in the least apologetic for their liberal bias. Then there is CNN who does one story per week. They frequently announce a breaking story, which continues to break every few minutes for days until some new catastrophic event occurs. These three have taken viewership from the major network news programs which attempt to portray themselves as objective in their reporting.

The print media is suffering a slow painful death. I recall when as a kid there were three newspapers in our small town, only one is left now with the obituaries its only meaningful news, and even it is no longer locally owned. Throughout the country there is a massive consolidation movement underway. One radio station in our viewing area has been purchased by Fox, and the FCC has been petitioned to approve the purchase of all manner of news outlets throughout the country.

Jefferson is frequently and wisely quoted as follows: “An enlightened citizenry is indispensable for the proper functioning of a republic”. That enlightenment depends in large measure on the existence of an active and free press unfettered by the restraints of corporate interests or federal legalisms. I find it scary that some reporters have actually been jailed for refusing to disclose their sources. The denial of access to government information by using the national security ploy also distresses me. Although there is obviously information which must remain secret, it appears that this excuse is often used to hide information that might be embarrassing to government entities.

Yesterday, I learned that Al Jazeera had given up on their attempts to break into the American market. I was initially encouraged when they arrived on the scene, for they seemed to be actually reporting the news. I felt that I could give up watching the BBC to find out what was going on in the world. It should not have come as a surprise that they were giving up, as my cable provider (Time-Warner) had assigned them to channel 376, which could be seen only by those who subscribed to the higher priced premium plans. Most friends with whom I talked had not even heard of Al Jazeera. Competition may be good for the public, but not so for one’s adversaries, and after all CNN is owned by Time Warner. I also recently heard of another start up news channel which was trying to gain access to Time-Warner cable. They were complaining to the FCC to no avail. A similar situation exists with NBC which is now owned by Comcast.

I fear that soon news reporting will be in the hands of a very few large corporations. If such were to occur I worry that objectivity would suffer when corporate interests were involved. If information is really power then the big guys are carrying a big stick. There are times when use of that power can produce unexpected results, and some have learned how to use that power for their own benefit. The most recent con was perpetrated by Mr. Donald Trump. He followed the dictum of the ad agencies that there is no such thing as bad publicity. He also realized that to get publicity, one must either buy it, do something outstanding or be outrageous. As a good business man, he preferred not to spend money and had much experience at the third option; consequently he proceeded to take outrageousness to a new high (or a new low depending on one’s point of view) with spectacular results.

Since the announcement of his intention to run, Mr. Trump has been an almost constant feature on the news networks without spending a nickel. Meanwhile his competitors are spending millions of dollars for time on TV. He has gone from being viewed as a joke to a serious contender. Of course he has also counted on the notorious short memory of the American voter and has gradually moved from outrageous to saying something sensible frequently enough to keep sane people interested. However; he has been able to preserve the outrageous tradition by adding Sarah Palin to his stump speeches. It raises the question as to whether these outlets realize their power is used to influence public opinion , even if unwittingly.

Conflict must increase viewership since television goes to great lengths to promote the discussion of differing views usually by people who are extreme in their beliefs, while those with moderate opinions are rarely heard. This is particularly common with politics as there is no shortage of politicians or their surrogates who are eager to get some free TV time. The custom is presented as an effort to promote fairness, but some posit that it helps to promote divisiveness among the populace, and may cause even more unwillingness for opposing political parties to resolve differences. Could this be a contributor to the governmental paralysis which has resulted in the lowest congressional approval rating in history?

Tyrants have long been aware of the power of the press, and have rightfully seen it as a threat to their control over their people. They need to control what information is available to the populace in order to perpetuate their propaganda, and limit dissent. This puts journalists in danger, and they deserve our highest praise for their willingness to put their freedom and even their lives on the line in their search for truth.
During my lifetime there have been several stages in the development of news delivery. Prior to that the invention of the printing press must have been hailed as a great technological development which allowed information to be propagated to the masses. In my childhood newspapers were still the predominant method for reaching the people. There was a complex network of delivering the papers to virtually every residence and business in the country. I along with thousands of other kids delivered them house to house, and for most of us it was our first experience with business. Although we were assigned a route we were required to buy the papers needed to deliver to our customers. It was our responsibility to collect the money from our customers and if they stiffed us, it was our problem. The markup was two cents per paper so it was not unusual to lose money for a week’s work. Nevertheless the system worked. Papers were available everywhere. There were “news boys” who walked the downtown streets of most cities hawking their product. Most cities produced both morning and evening additions in addition to “extras” when there was something sensational to report. It was common to hear newsboys shouting: “extra, extra, read all about it”.

While I was busy with my paper route the latest technological invention was already with us and gaining increasing prominence as a news source. Living rooms throughout the country had been rearranged in order to provide space for a radio some of which were the size of a large chest. The evening news became a part of daily routines with names like Lowell Thomas, H. B. Kaltenbourne, Edward R. Murrow, and Walter Winchell quickly becoming famous. With the advent of world war II radio became even more important as a means to follow the progress of the conflict. There was a rapid proliferation of stations throughout the country, and soon local news would become part of their programming.
Most of us were even more awe struck by another invention which would occupy much more of our time. I recall listening to a conversation between my Father and a friend in which my Father was relating a story he had read about the invention of a radio with which one could not only hear but see the person who was talking. The friend replied that this was the most ridiculous story he had ever heard. Imagine his surprise were he see how we now get the 6 o’clock news.

Now it appears that younger people are attracted to the latest medium for information propagation. This fills me with a lot of hope and some trepidation, as it has the potential for anyone who can access the internet to express their views or transmit all manner of information. It also appears to be much more difficult for bad guys to limit its use and thus suppress their efforts to keep people ill or uninformed. The bad side is that it has already become a means to promulgate misinformation, and promote nefarious causes. The most recent example being the ISIS propaganda and recruiting broadcasts. In any event its availability should help prevent such messages from going unchallenged by wiser heads .

It is true the power of the press can be manipulated and perverted, but without it we are vulnerable to those seeking domination. It rests upon all our shoulders to insist upon diversity and independence in our sources for news. To paraphrase Jefferson, the power of the people is dependent upon the power of the press.

Eshrink’s Annual Christmas Letter

Introduction: E-shrink’s proud editor here. I’m high-jacking dad’s blog because his annual Christmas letter was just too funny not to share.

To all you yuletide lovers and Bah Humbugers,
Yep, we are still here and in the upright position most of the time. We are said to be fat and sassy, and I can confirm the former. It has led to some embarrassing moments as I have found that a protuberant abdomen makes it difficult to keep track of the position of one’s zipper.

 

It seems we are very busy but not particularly productive. Barb is very involved at the art museum, playing bridge, and supporting our friends whose health is failing. She is disgustingly agile and energetic, and I have given up on trying to keep up with her. My health remains fairly good except for a touch of cancer. For the past year I have been the recipient of monthly infusions of poison into my bladder, and plan to celebrate my last one next week. The nurse who administers the treatments (not as much fun as you might think) insists she is using the smallest size catheter available, but I am convinced it is an ordinary garden hose. Did I mention that my view in that direction is anatomically obscured?
Editor Maggie keeps me busy with my blog, which keeps me off the streets and out of Barb’s hair. By the way, note the enclosed card with my blog address. I would appreciate it if you could add your name to the 8 or 10 people who are regular readers (I still want to be famous). Maggie continues in her dual roles as super mom and executive. We have suggested she find a husband, but she says she doesn’t have time for that. Caroline is sweet sixteen, an apt metaphor, and Simon is a senior at Indiana University, majoring in environmental science with a special interest in the honey bee crisis. 
Trudy still spends much of her time in airplanes with a territory which covers a fourth of the U.S. Husband Jim’s territory has been enlarged which has made it more difficult for them to juggle schedules. Sofia continues to delight, but is growing up too fast as kids are wont to do. 
Peter seems to be spending more time traveling in his job than he had anticipated, but seems to enjoy the challenge. In spite of severe back problems Sue continues to work full time and still make time to care for her demented stepmother. Emma is a dietician for the WIC program, and enjoys working with the children. Carter is a senior at Stonehill College in Massachusetts, and their star basketball player. He completed 93% of his free throws last year, which was the best in the nation.
Our year has been relatively uneventful. Barb suffered no broken bones for the second year in a row. The year was marred by the loss of best friend, companion, and protector, Lilly our pit bull.

We did manage to find one week out of the year in which everyone was available, and were able to enjoy the 21st annual Smith vacation at the beach. There were no serious injuries, and only one minor fender bender. Caroline was learning to drive and took the wheel briefly. She received a lot of help by a vanload of relatives all shouting instructions simultaneously. Interestingly, she did not request any more driving time for the rest of the trip. 

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Eshrink’s grandchildren (left to right): Simon, Caroline, Carter, Emma, Sofia

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This will be our second Christmas without Molly. She is missed even more at this time of the year as she was the personification of the joy of Christmas. This was her time. The season’s memories are often bitter sweet since those joyous times have usually been shared with those we love, many of whom may no longer be with us. With that in mind we will honor Molly’s memory by enjoying our family’s Christmas traditions, and thanking God that we had her all those years. 
Barb and I wish for you and those you love to make joyous memories to last a lifetime this Christmas., and peace and happiness throughout the coming year. Love Good.