"...lucky"

 

Two blocks of mid-town Manhattan 

shifted back to 1910 for 38 seconds yesterday. 

I was lucky to get this shot. 

Even luckier not to get phase shifted back to Klan City with them.

“…miracle”

Planetary Climatic Changes are a miracle of a kind. I’ve read that the climate changes if naturally produced would have taken up to two millions of years,…that’s 2,000,000 years gang. We did it since the beginning of the Industrial era. Three hundred years. The overt effects in less about 50. Those of us of an age saw this happen with our own eyes. A miracle. A frightful one, but a Miracle none the less.

See the effects of now routine massive West coast fires above.

There are great East coast floods as well. Parts of the world now have up to two extra months of summer. If I were 12 again this would be heaven. Assuming we also got two extra months of vacation. We’re having another warm October in the American Northeast. Also I just read that a chunk of Antarctica has broken off. This the size of two Manhattans.

I believe the time to stop or slow this process down has come, and gone. Blame is now immaterial. What we can do to adjust to a new kind of world should be the main issue. It’s not yet. We’re still fighting over if any of this exists. Which is how we missed the time to stop it. Well…, we’ll see if the next generation has any sense. You be safe wise, and kind. 

 

 

“…Howl”

I remembered what I wanted to tell you. Years ago. I’d do the midnight to six am on air, and engineering shift. This happened because many host/presenters sometimes just wouldn’t show up or the recorded programs weren’t around. It was a rather informal time at the place. 

So as the on duty engineer I’d read stories, and play music. This to keep company with whoever was out there. Sometimes my radio pals were about. Max Anne Marie Sharon Martin  R. Paul. We’d hold forth by telling stories of our collective century'n more of on air radio adventures. 

Sometimes spontaneously I’d howl like a wolf. 

I’d howl, and howl. My dear friends would howl with me. I invited all listening in the NYC Metro area to join in. We’d howl into the deep deep night. We in the studio, and those home alone with their radios howling. 

We all of us would howl into the dawn.

 

"...Act"

I’ve been chatting with folks on a history page about John Adams. Our second President. Author of The Alien, and Seditions Act. Very complicated man. A man of is times in the worse sense, and of the future in the best. Btw of our first 12 Presidents only John Adams, and his son John Quincy did not own slaves. Exactly the sort of brilliant contradictory guy you’d want around if you’re starting a Democracy. He wrote later that he feared he’d only be remembered for his worse mistake. That “Act”. 

He was right. 

In many ways a mix of his best, and worse self speaks to these times. Plague national suspicions, and xenophobia. As for me in these fearful traumatic times. I’m doing my laundry,…‘all’ of it. I find doing more than the usual tidying, and assorted house frau stuff helps the soul. 

Renewal in the face of darkness. Being clean, and well dressed in the face of the enemy.  As Wellington allegedly said at the start of the grand battle of Waterloo, “…I like my men, and officers well turned out when facing the foe.” However calling some of my fellow citizens enemy brings me such sorrow. However it’s come to that. 

This is where we are. ...for now. All things pass.

 

"...Juneteenth"

A bust of George Floyd. A man who was executed on camera by Minneapolis police. This memorial was in the process of being installed in NYC's Union Square was today defaced with paint. It was earlier vandalized in Brooklyn before being moved to the Square.

A similar statue dedicated to Mr. Floyd last June in Newark New Jersey was similarly attacked. Black paint poured, and white supremacist stickers plastered about it. Far right platforms justified this as a reaction to Confederate monuments being assaulted or torn down. Our unfinished Civil War continues.