This is my second blog.

My first blog chronicled my experiences over three years caring for my dad as he lived through and finally died from Alzheimer's. That is the book that is for sale.

This second blog kind of chronicles of life, what it is like to start your life over in your late 50's. After caretaking, you are damaged, file bankruptcy, and the world doesn't care what you did. After 8 months of unemployment, you wake each day knowing the world doesn't want you. Finally you do find a job, 5 weeks before homelessness, but doing what you did 30 years ago and getting paid what you did 30 years ago. So this is starting over.

The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.

Sunday, May 25, 2014


Wow, I pulled one off this weekend.  I made lamb stew, which I never made before and hit it out of the park on the first try.

My philosophy on cooking is get an idea, read some other recipes on the topic, then head to the store and throw the kitchen sink at the meal.  And it usually sucks, so then I spend the next week working on leftovers, adding some of this, a little more of that, until I get something editable.

Dead solid perfect out of the gate.  I mean there are beans, several root type veggies, onions, two bulbs of garlic, lamb, sherry, cinnamon, vanilla and I don't remember what else.  There is also enough of it to supply a meal every night for the next two weeks, though I suspect I will take a break here or there.

Garlic is SO much easier now that I have this really great garlic peeler.  I just wrap up the garlic bulb in paper towels and then take the garlic peeler, sometime referred to as a hammer, and smack it three of four times and can get that garlic out in seconds.

Tomorrow is Memorial Day, when millions of americans will celebrate the holiday honoring cows by sacrificing various cuts of meat over the barbecue to honor the beast while drinking as many adult beverages as their spouse will allow.  I am not sure that is what it was meant for.

So let me explain to the younger generations why you or a parent has the day off tomorrow so you can sit on your butt and play 10 hours of some video game where you are the super soldier killing all the bad guys.  Tomorrow is the day we honor all those men and women who didn't play soldiers, but were soldiers, and died giving you a country where you could waste your life away playing dumb ass video games while downing energy drinks and potato chips.

These men and women died on the fields of New England and the mid eastern states back in the late 1700's so we were not under the rule of some idiot who called himself Obama, er, I mean King.  Then we killed off millions of each other so black men and women were no longer slaves, though if you really look at the history you will find that famous Emancipation Declaration really only freed slaves in southern states, not Union states and the whole slavery thing came about during the war; the real reason it started was a states rights versus federal rights thing but that doesn't make good history.

Our ancestors fought twice in Europe, because after the first time we set it up to make sure we had to go back and millions of people died in those two wars.  Then things started to get ugly, with wars being fought not so much to free men but to create jobs and profits for the military industrial complex but that should not take anything away from our fathers, grandfathers, brothers, sisters, etc who died in Korea and Vietnam.

Speaking of 'Nam, you've probably heard about what a great progressive newsman Walter Cronkite was, but that man single handedly cost another 15,000 amerians their lives in Vietnam.  See, the Tet Offensive was a complete loss for the viet cong; they shot their wad with it and lost on every front.  So they were contacting the french to act as intermediaries in their surrender when good ol' uncle Walter got on the evening news and announced the war in Vietnam was lost - causing the vietcong to cancel that surrender and another 5 years of fighting ensued ending with us leaving and millions of southern vietnamese being slaughtered.  Wonder how that went on judgment day for ol' uncle Walter.

And we've had men and women die in the middle east in I forget how many wars now, I think the world just decided that all wars now will be fought in the middle east cause no one cares about all that sand or the people living there.

The point is, these men and women didn't spend their time fantasizing about being soldiers, they were soldiers, and when they died, the game didn't start over, they didn't get to buy magic wands or belts or something to ward off the bullets, they died, most painfully, probably crying for their mom's or wives or husbands or dads, and there were not Red Bull breaks.

They died believing they were dying for a reason, to leave a better world behind, so that their kids, grandkids, nephews, nieces, etc etc could all live in a world where they can sit on their butts playing video games, eating barbecue, getting high and texting their friends while they play war across the internet.

So take a least a minute out of your day tomorrow and try to remember some of these men and women who died.  Okay?