tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265949800284358182024-03-18T04:17:34.342-04:00Sightings Over SixtyA Baby Boomer looks at health, finance, retirement, grown-up children and ... how time flies.Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.comBlogger1087125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-40780392793153139412024-01-09T10:59:00.000-05:002024-01-09T10:59:37.920-05:00Bigger and Badder SUVs <p> My wife and I know enough not to go out on the road on New Year's Eve. But we don't always know enough not to drive when the weather gets bad.</p><p> My wife B desperately wanted to drive up to New Jersey to see her grandkids the other day, especially since her last trip was canceled when her son and granddaughter got sick.</p><p> But then the weather report turned bad. A storm was coming in, bringing snow overnight, then turning to rain. It was supposed to stop, so B thought she could still make the drive. But she really didn't want to be out on the highway with the trucks and the speeders and the possibly icy conditions.</p><p> I offered to go with her. But what I really thought was that she should cancel the trip. And, finally, she did. Which was a good thing, because the rain and slush lasted throughout the entire day. It would have been a miserable and dangerous drive.</p><p> But the honest truth is, I don't like to drive at all anymore, except maybe around town and on an occasional back road. I don't like the speeders, the tailgaters, the horn honkers, the distracted and aggressive drivers.</p><p> The fact is, American roads are more dangerous than they have been in years, as reported in a recent CNN article <a href="https://www.cnn.com/2024/01/04/opinions/big-cars-are-deadly-us-car-deaths-filipovic/index.html"><b>This Cultural Touchstone Is Killing Far Too Many Americans</b></a>. </p><p> Automobile deaths peaked in the late 1970s and stayed high through the 1980s. Then they started to go down, due largely to seatbelts, airbags and other safety measures. But starting around 2012 they began to go up again. And they've been increasing pretty steadily ever since, for the past decade.</p><p> In 2011, a little over 32,000 Americans lost their lives in car crashes. By 2022, auto deaths rose to more than 42,000. And in 2023, when the final figures come in, deaths will almost certainly be higher than 2022.</p><p> According to the CNN article, high and increasing vehicle fatalities are a particularly American problem. Why? Well, there are the issues mentioned above -- speeding, tailgating, distracted driving. But another significant factor is the extra large cars and SUVs that we now drive -- vehicles that are getting larger and larger with each new model year.</p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrL6m_kj3RzKvoOkBaOx509WJE0xp2v3X8XBDjoOfnPiCSfCSzXWFzNkwiqxnLWp3xAzcBhM2-2fHtjmoMXmMzDKVw4cO6AavRf0mZD2b_I5yVP99bltUKXgGmmmRUeLOGFWilV8tKxs46fo_FvGvh4TEzwrOBdh4uonLRk3ZslNKptJD9uU6dEVbgL8PM/s3151/IMG_2217%20-%20Copy.JPG" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2720" data-original-width="3151" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrL6m_kj3RzKvoOkBaOx509WJE0xp2v3X8XBDjoOfnPiCSfCSzXWFzNkwiqxnLWp3xAzcBhM2-2fHtjmoMXmMzDKVw4cO6AavRf0mZD2b_I5yVP99bltUKXgGmmmRUeLOGFWilV8tKxs46fo_FvGvh4TEzwrOBdh4uonLRk3ZslNKptJD9uU6dEVbgL8PM/w322-h258/IMG_2217%20-%20Copy.JPG" width="322" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">SUVs keep getting bigger and badder</td></tr></tbody></table><p> Tall trucks and SUVs with blunt hoods are particularly dangerous -- 45% more likely to kill pedestrians than smaller vehicles. That's because the hoods block driver views, creating blind spots in front of the car.</p><p> Also, SUVs are heavier than they used to be, which is especially bad news for pedestrians, motorcyclists, cyclists and people in smaller cars. Just as an example, 2022 saw the largest number of pedestrians killed in America in more than 40 years.</p><p> The bigger SUVs may be marginally safer for the drivers and their passengers. But they turn out to be weapons against anyone sharing the road with them. The heavier vehicles are also harder on the roads, which we all pay to maintain. And they consume more fuel which creates more pollution and drives up the price of gas.</p><p> Maybe it's time . . . well, the answer is obvious. If government safety agencies won't do anything about it, there's no reason why we should buy or drive those big behemoths.</p><p> Oh, also . . . school's back open, drive carefully.</p>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-54683383440257942472023-11-20T11:50:00.000-05:002023-11-20T11:50:07.070-05:00How Not to Be Cool<p> I was recently a guest on the podcast <a href="https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/awe-inspired-and-retired-a-retirement-planning-podcast/id1615388772"><i><b>Awe-Inspired and Retired</b></i></a><i>.</i> We talked about all things retirement, from where we're going to live, to what we're going to do, to who we're going to do it with . . . or what we called the "three likes" of retirement.</p><p> (You can now listen to both of the podcasts I've done using the links under "Retirement Podcasts" on the right hand side of the blog.)</p><p> Anyway, toward the end of the conversation, hosts <a href="https://investordna.ca/podcast/"><b>Caleb Miller and Riley Anderson</b></a> brought up the subject of "tribes." Apparently, some of their previous guests, talking about retirement, suggested that, after we're done working and raising a family, we have to find a new place in life, find what they call a new tribe.</p><p> Okay, that sounds reasonable.</p><p> Or maybe retirees have more than one tribe. Actually, we all probably have different tribes in our lives -- with different people for different reasons. In my own case, I have my golf group, and my senior learning colleagues, and my "old friends" from back home. My wife and I have our couple friends. And we have, basically, two families (hers and mine, since we're both second spouses). </p><p> And then the hosts asked me, What's the tribe that everyone wants to be a part of? You know, the group where people are saying, "Yeah, I want to be in <i>that</i> tribe. I want to be with these kinds of people."</p><p> The presumption is, maybe we feel left out of some group -- some group we think is cool -- that seems to enjoy a life that's easier, or richer, or somehow better. Maybe it's some special lunch group, or maybe the elders at church, or the crowd at the theater, or the board of the condo association. Or maybe we envy friends who retired to Florida or Arizona, or even abroad, because they are more adventurous than we are. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJJhHlKmBb6i6Mn4s6WUgRxsvxV-4gLSdv7O0Je7wgiFDfwSdM1GtEbNLIq2nGXCm1e7QQn9oLHsdvhwOPd3kTXfpjpLgHLvfvr2t8kmjRi4RQ8VYJ0cuJDCu0xTxKdUzauTogHsMgkald7lcQLVAOi0MGn-jlGaq5pRQXP5nYoUgNTrbatfdGxAAMsiX8/s336/music-7014127_640%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="336" data-original-width="278" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJJhHlKmBb6i6Mn4s6WUgRxsvxV-4gLSdv7O0Je7wgiFDfwSdM1GtEbNLIq2nGXCm1e7QQn9oLHsdvhwOPd3kTXfpjpLgHLvfvr2t8kmjRi4RQ8VYJ0cuJDCu0xTxKdUzauTogHsMgkald7lcQLVAOi0MGn-jlGaq5pRQXP5nYoUgNTrbatfdGxAAMsiX8/w144-h174/music-7014127_640%20(1).jpg" width="144" /></a></div> So, they asked me, is there a tribe where you say, "Gee, I wish I could join that group."<p></p><p> The question made me chuckle. Because my answer is a definite: "No."</p><p> The reason is, when I was a kid, through high school and beyond, all I wanted to do was be cool . . . be in the cool crowd. But in reality, as I've discovered over the years, the <i>last</i> thing you want to do is be cool. You <i>don't </i>want to be part of the tribe that everyone else wants to join. Instead, you want to be in your <i>own</i> tribe. People who you like, who do the weird things that <i>you</i> like to do, who accept you for who you are.</p><p> And you do not want to be envious of some other cool people who may be richer than you, or more intellectual, or more artsy, or more sporty or more adventurous -- whether they're in town, or in church, or at the senior center, or living somewhere else. You just don't want to get into that.</p><p> I am very anti-cool. And if you don't believe me, just ask my kids.</p>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-6297676756592601512023-10-21T12:01:00.002-04:002023-10-21T12:01:49.785-04:00Choices in Retirement<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> For the most part I have stopped bogging because . . . well, because I've gone on to other things. I'm more involved in my local center for learning in retirement. I've taken up pickleball. I still play golf. I do my daily back stretches and leg exercises. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> My wife and I have noted that as we've gotten older, just taking care of ourselves </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">seems to eat up most of our time. Going for</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> walks, doing our physical therapy, making doctor appointments, brushing and flossing, trying to eat right, getting enough sleep . . . it's exhausting! </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmFcHAlILdgrW1RP0DsjOSR9kecWTvEc8t-BX7u16czayiuJZfHNE5V58Bdl0eE_cpEKWplt-T0_v9ub076VlOzt3l11DZY_pFRPPmvAXHqpGr4vO8mNmNUv1Qt1Vub4utU6nxlyYQkxyoT8jcljCtgyNp03DLboxa88z54gk4OzZBt0ARm8O-wpXBv_ih/s1280/man-8070375_1280.webp" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1170" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmFcHAlILdgrW1RP0DsjOSR9kecWTvEc8t-BX7u16czayiuJZfHNE5V58Bdl0eE_cpEKWplt-T0_v9ub076VlOzt3l11DZY_pFRPPmvAXHqpGr4vO8mNmNUv1Qt1Vub4utU6nxlyYQkxyoT8jcljCtgyNp03DLboxa88z54gk4OzZBt0ARm8O-wpXBv_ih/w158-h184/man-8070375_1280.webp" width="158" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> But the real reason I've cut back on my blog activities is . . . well, I don't know, I just feel like my posts were beginning to repeat themselves. Why go to all the effort just to say what I've already said before?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> However, I still do like to check in on my blogging friends now and then, to see what you all are up to. And I've kept the blog "live" just in case anyone stumbles onto the site and wants to check out my take on "health, finance, retirement, grown-up children and . . . how time flies." Some posts may be dated, but others still seem relevant and may prove helpful to someone, somehow.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Also, over the years I have collected a number of links to websites that offer information, inspiration, research and entertainment geared to people over age 60. You'll find this list of <b>Retirement Resources</b> down on the right hand side of the blog, below More Grownup Voices. I've found many of these sites to be helpful, and so I encourage you to check them out.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> For travelers there's a link to Roads Scholar and National Geographic. For lifelong learners there's a link to the Osher foundation. Volunteers might find an opportunity through Volunteer Match.</span></p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I also have some of the standard sites for seniors, such as the AARP site, links to the New York Times, U. S. News Retirement and others.</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> There are also links to more offbeat sites, like the sometimes-humorous Manopause, which bills itself as a place for "men over 50 and the people who love them." <br /><br /> Another interesting site is <a href="https://legacyproject.human.cornell.edu/"><b>The Legacy Project </b></a>run by Karl Pillemer, professor of gerontology at Cornell University. He has interviewed more than 1500 Americans over age 70, and he shares some of their memories, wisdom and advice, all appropriate for the rest of us.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"> For those who are academically inclined, I've posted a number of links to universities that sponsor research on aging and retirement. The Center for Retirement Research at Boston College is one well-known resource. There are also research centers at Johns Hopkins, University of Michigan, Stanford, University of South Florida, University of Utah.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> So scroll down on the right to take advantage of this trove of information, all available for free. Meanwhile, if you've run across any other useful websites that will enrich our retirement lives, I hope you'll share them with us.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"> One more thing. I have been interviewed on the subject of retirement by the podcast <i><b>Retirement Tips Radio</b></i>. (Have podcasts taken over blogging?) Anyway, you can find the link at the <i>top </i>of the right-hand column.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Take care. Still hope to see you around from time to time.</span><br /><br /></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-59510463882600457062023-09-16T11:45:00.000-04:002023-09-16T11:45:15.794-04:00Notes from the American Road<p> We just got home from a road trip -- three weeks from Philadelphia to Madison, WI, then back through Canada and upstate New York to a family gathering near Boston. We drove 2,500 miles in all. Oh ... my aching back!</p><p> Aside from the reminder about my arthritic back and knees, here are a few things I noticed about being on the road in America.</p><p> <b>People are still speeding.</b> There are stretches of road in Michigan where the speed limit is 75 mph. That seems awfully fast to me. But there are plenty of places around metropolitan areas and construction zones where the speed limit is 55 mph -- and people are still driving 75 mph!</p><p> And when some people are driving 75 in a 55 zone -- or even 65 in a 55 zone -- they're passing on the right, cutting in and out of lanes, and generally making the road less safe for all of us. They're also using up a lot of gas, and spewing out more than their share of carbon dioxide and other pollutants from their car exhaust.</p><p> <b> Yes, there are a lot of construction zones. </b>That Joe Biden bi-partisan infrastructure bill is hard at work everywhere we went -- widening roads, replacing bridges, repaving streets.</p><p> <b>We saw a few Teslas.</b> But by far the majority of passenger cars are actually SUVs. Most people don't seem worried about the price -- or the consumption -- of gasoline. What does this mean for our environment?</p><p> <b>The trees are dying.</b> It's hard to miss all the dead trees lining our highways. Is there some connection between and trees and SUVs? I don't know. But something is wrong.</p><p> <b>America grows a lot of corn.</b> As you drive through Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana, Michigan and Wisconsin, you see acres and acres of corn growing in the fields. I mean . . . a lot of corn! I'm told most of it is not for human consumption, but feed for the animals. There must be a lot of cows out there, a lot of beef being consumed by the American public.</p><p> But ya' know, red meat's not all that good for you . . . or at least, too much red meat. Maybe we'd all be better off if we cut out the middle man, skipped the cow, and just ate the corn ourselves. (I admit my bias. I love corn, especially corn-on-the-cob in the summertime.)</p><p> <b>The worst traffic is . . . where?</b> My sister-in-law who lives in a Boston suburb told us that Boston has the fourth worst traffic in the world. The <i>world!</i> My sister-in-law is prone to exaggeration. We drove through Boston twice, and both times sailed right through, no problem. I maintained that Chicago has the worst traffic in America. I drove through Chicago in 2021. It was miserable. And I vowed never to do it again. Instead, on our way to Wisconsin, we avoided Chicago by driving to Muskegon, MI, and taking the ferry across Lake Michigan to Milwaukee. It's a fun boat ride.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVD81Bk0lRMzuc-eRXw2HUe6bM_VJF9aEQCvs-XjAsHbrEphWzttgoH55hsUj9wAIZAJY3Bb-L_ERkpW7hLNqfBAGDwth5M7pP3g4ESQ1LmvW84qvvbQcMWsrRcxMwaAE_noFHNdzABwhmmZt2YxYXgsVoyR9OGRshae5TedlJJloMprJ8T8GLeWoC_XSC/s3375/IMG_6267%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2411" data-original-width="3375" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVD81Bk0lRMzuc-eRXw2HUe6bM_VJF9aEQCvs-XjAsHbrEphWzttgoH55hsUj9wAIZAJY3Bb-L_ERkpW7hLNqfBAGDwth5M7pP3g4ESQ1LmvW84qvvbQcMWsrRcxMwaAE_noFHNdzABwhmmZt2YxYXgsVoyR9OGRshae5TedlJJloMprJ8T8GLeWoC_XSC/w400-h238/IMG_6267%20(2).JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View of Milwaukee from Lake Michigan</td></tr></tbody></table><p> From my experience, after Chicago, it's Washington, DC that has the worst traffic. But anyway, I looked it up. According to <a href="https://www.usnews.com/news/cities/articles/10-cities-with-the-worst-traffic-in-the-us"><b>U. S. News</b></a>, Chicago does have the worst traffic in America. Boston has the second worst. Washington, DC, comes in 8th worst.</p><p> The worst highway traffic we found outside of cities was on Route 287 in New Jersey, and surprisingly, Routes 402 and 401 going through southern Ontario from Port Huron, MI, to Toronto. The traffic is 80% trucks. Or seems like it. We felt like an ant among elephants. </p><p> <b>It's expensive to travel! </b>We like to stay in a Hampton Inn. It's the cheapest <i>nice</i> hotel, I like to say. On last year's trip to Wisconsin, the various Hampton Inns were averaging about $120 a night, plus taxes. On this trip, they averaged $190 a night, plus taxes. That's more than a 50% increase in one year. Our nightly hotel bill was typically over $200. (We stayed in an Airbnb for a week in Wisconsin; that wasn't cheap either.)</p><p> The other thing is that for the extra money, you get less service. Admittedly, it's hard for hoteliers to get people to work for them. Still, the hotels were not as clean or as well-kept-up as they were last year. Our Hampton Inn in Muskegon had mildew in the shower, caulking that was falling apart, a refrigerator they had neglected to plug in, a scaled-back breakfast . . . and for that they charged $195 + tax for a total of $216.47. </p><p> In Canada I had booked the wrong day, and when I went to change the reservation I was told: You missed the cancellation deadline. They charged us the full amount for the extra night. So we stayed one night, but had to pay for two. Arghh!</p><p> <b>Was it all worth it? </b>Of course. My credit-card bill will be astronomical. But I got to spend time with my daughter and granddaughter in Wisconsin. We saw old friends in Canada, another friend in Buffalo, and we got to attend the 80th birthday party of my brother-in-law in Boston. Travel is rewarding. It's an adventure. It can be fun. But it's not for the faint of heart.</p><p><br /></p>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-89897361772783525902023-08-18T09:49:00.000-04:002023-08-18T09:49:45.798-04:00Never Say Never<p> My intention was to close down this blog (see my May 2023 post "Last Lines"), because I've written around 1200 posts, and -- good grief! -- how much can we say about Baby Boomers, retirement, or our personal lives?</p><p> But never say never. I have a few more topics that could addressed . . . including a particular medical procedure that I last suffered through about five years ago. And after that humiliation, I said I'd never do that again!</p><p> Well, here I am five years later, and guess what? I found myself lying on my side on a cold hospital bed, after a full day at home in the bathroom cleaning out my system. Yes, I was getting another colonoscopy.</p><p> I've read that when you get to a certain age, they stop giving you a colonoscopy, because the reason for a colonoscopy is to find pre-cancerous polyps and get rid of them. But polyps are apparently slow-growing beasts. Once you reach age 75 or so, and you're still clean, they figure something else will get you first, even if you do get a cancerous polyp in your colon. I figure I might have one more colonoscopy to go.</p><p> On the other end of the age spectrum, they recommend you start getting colonoscopies at age 50. In my case, I managed to delay year and had my first test -- it was actually a sigmoidoscopy -- at age 51. A sigmoidoscopy (which I don't believe they do anymore) does not use any anesthetic (yes, it hurts!), and only looks at the last few feet of your colon, where polyps are mostly likely to grow.</p><p> When my doctor first told me about this, I was horrified. I couldn't believe that <i>anyone </i>would do that to me! I rushed home and called my parents, who were alive at the time. Had they ever heard of this? "Oh, yeah, sure," they responded off-handedly. "We go in every few years. The doctor usually finds something. He cuts it out, and we go about our lives. No big deal."</p><p> Well, the doctor did find a polyp in that sigmoidoscopy. He then made me come back for a full colonoscopy. So with those two procedures, I had quite the initiation. Then I had to go back again three years later. Fortunately, <i>that</i> test was clean, and so I was then given a five-year reprieve.</p><p> Now I've been through several colonoscopies. In one way this current test was easier. Instead of the gallons of dreadful-tasting drink they used to make me gag down, they prescribed two rounds of pills, chased with a couple of quarts of water over the course of an hour and a half.</p><p> But in another way it was harder. My procedure was scheduled for 8 a.m. That meant I had to start round one at 5 p.m. the day before. Then I had to do the second round starting at 2 a.m.</p><p> So the bottom line (forgive the pun): I was awake most of the night. But here's the thing. If I had never had my original tests, the polyp that started growing when I was 51 would probably have killed me by now. So I credit my doctor for saving my life all those years ago.</p><p> Colon cancer is the second most common cancer killer in America today. It typically begins with the growth of a polyp, small abnormal tissue that can appear on mucus membranes. Most are benign. Some can eventually progress to cancer, but it is a slow process that usually takes five to ten years.</p><p> The symptoms of cancer include a change in bowel habits, bleeding, anemia, bloating or unexplained fatigue. But the sneaky thing about colon cancer (like a lot of other cancers) is that the symptoms often don't show up until it's too late. So the trick is to catch it early, before symptoms show up.</p><p> There is one non-invasive test that detects blood in the stool long before it becomes visible to the naked eye. Unfortunately, the test is not very accurate. But if you do test positive for blood, or for anyone over age 50, doctors typically recommend going the next step, which is the colonoscopy.</p><p> There are variations on the procedure. One option is the virtual colonoscopy, done with computer imaging -- but the more recommended method involves a doctor snaking a thin tube equipped with a camera and a cutting instrument up the length of your colon. If there's a polyp . . . snip, snip, and it's gone. The procedure is done with minimal risk. Or, as the nurse in the hospital room told me, "I like this assignment, because nobody dies here."</p><p> That was a relief. Anyway, Medicare pays for most of the procedure, especially if you have supplemental insurance like AARP United Health Care.</p><p> So, proving that human beings can get used to almost anything, the colonoscopy has become a regular routine for me (for my wife, too). And judging by how crowded the medical office was, it's become routine for a lot of other older people as well.</p><p> If you want to know more about colonoscopy you can check out information at the <a href="https://www.mayoclinic.org/tests-procedures/colonoscopy/about/pac-20393569" target="_blank"><b>Mayo Clinic</b></a> or <a href="https://www.webmd.com/colorectal-cancer/default.htm"><b>Web MD</b></a>. Meanwhile, I hope I haven't been too flip about what is really a serious disease. But, hey . . . at least I didn't include a photo!</p>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-58203035377252200532023-05-20T11:58:00.000-04:002023-05-20T11:58:31.877-04:00Last Lines<p> We've all read about the last words of some famous people. For example, drummer Buddy Rich died after surgery in 1987. As he was being prepped for the operation a nurse asked him, "Is there anything you can't take?" And he responded, "Yeah, country music."</p><p> Or the composer Gustav Mahler who died in bed. He reportedly was conducting an imaginary orchestra. His last word was: "Mozart!"</p><p> Basketball great "Pistol" Pete Maravich collapsed during a pickup basketball game. His last words were: "I feel fine."</p><p> John Wayne who died in L.A. at age 72 turned to his wife and said, "Of course I know who you are. You're my girl. I love you."</p><p> Joe DiMaggio reportedly said, "I finally get to see Marilyn."</p><p> Then there's my favorite, from Steve Jobs. According to his sister Mona, the Apple founder's last words were, "Oh wow. Oh wow. Oh wow!"</p><p> But famous endings go beyond last words. My favorite ending to a TV show is from <i>The Sopranos</i>, when the screen just goes black.</p><p> You probably remember Mary Tyler Moore who was laid off along with her TV family, saying goodbye, then turning out the lights in the studio and walking away.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicU2iVuR8wL6fBgqRnB5HFfJHhw2ZNPAvF5JBH7tTWMS97y2s9ruZ-7-8RlWyRWn8aSGRSnvpswY7-St0LV1Son1mrGrolEFYSp4vrF0jUSj3r5mqHZpdSWcGT5ilfH3uTzUKUkovNt3dA5zXwru9W84UhbiLivMzdQOQcG17Vz79NTKCd2UyaQddq3Q/s218/71LpUzrdVoL._AC_UY218_%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="218" data-original-width="145" height="187" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicU2iVuR8wL6fBgqRnB5HFfJHhw2ZNPAvF5JBH7tTWMS97y2s9ruZ-7-8RlWyRWn8aSGRSnvpswY7-St0LV1Son1mrGrolEFYSp4vrF0jUSj3r5mqHZpdSWcGT5ilfH3uTzUKUkovNt3dA5zXwru9W84UhbiLivMzdQOQcG17Vz79NTKCd2UyaQddq3Q/w124-h187/71LpUzrdVoL._AC_UY218_%20(1).jpg" width="124" /></a></div> Or Ted Danson, aka Sam Malone, turning away a customer at Cheers and saying, "Sorry, we're closed."<p></p><p> My favorite last line from the movies is from the coming-of-age drama <i>Stand By Me</i>. The story is told as a flashback, and at the end Richard Dreyfuss, now an adult, sits at his desk and slowly types: "I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was 12. Jesus, does anyone?"</p><p> There are a lot of other famous last lines, like Humphrey Bogart in <i>Casablanca</i>, at the airport telling Louis, "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."</p><p> Or the classics. Judy Garland in <i>The Wizard of Oz</i> says, "There's no place like home."</p><p> From <i>King Kong</i>: "Oh no. It wasn't the airplanes. It was beauty killed the beast."</p><p> Scarlett O'Hara in both the movie and the book <i>Gone with the Wind</i> says, "After all, tomorrow is another day."</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7IkCk5Fjskmv5xA7l7AoRg7brABRSTUnUeHAeyS3bIN63zDgyZoS146_rDhf1FUWRAVdqCtk_kLCS2gwyw7qt8LcozDePRaq-EnALPK2tVxf7CjU28pWUcMH4DbWZqVKgdKKbXt7jJyTiJEA1nhlFdXceBn2PvypP1YuY9EDmITbOXxaPeGtyYZt38w/s400/61dRoDRubtL._AC_UL400_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="259" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7IkCk5Fjskmv5xA7l7AoRg7brABRSTUnUeHAeyS3bIN63zDgyZoS146_rDhf1FUWRAVdqCtk_kLCS2gwyw7qt8LcozDePRaq-EnALPK2tVxf7CjU28pWUcMH4DbWZqVKgdKKbXt7jJyTiJEA1nhlFdXceBn2PvypP1YuY9EDmITbOXxaPeGtyYZt38w/w118-h182/61dRoDRubtL._AC_UL400_.jpg" width="118" /></a></div> Another famous last line of a novel comes from the unforgettable <i>Catcher in the Rye </i>when Holden Caulfield says, "Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody."<p></p><p> Or how about this one from <i>The Corrections</i> by Jonathan Franzen: "She was seventy five and she was going to make some changes in her life."</p><p> But my favorite last line in a novel is from <i>The Great Gatsby</i>, which I read again last winter. F. Scott Fitzgerald concludes: "So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."</p>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-28448856834307534312023-05-07T08:30:00.001-04:002023-05-07T08:30:31.835-04:00What I'm Learning These Days<p> <span style="font-family: verdana;">They say that we older people need to keep our minds active, keep learning things. We're supposed to learn a foreign language, or do crossword puzzles, or practice the piano.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I've always resisted learning things just because I'm "supposed" to; hence, my less-than-stellar career in algebra and my brief fling with calculus. (I learned enough to pass the final; then immediately forgot it all.)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Something has to interest me. Otherwise I lose motivation, and my attention drifts off. I admit, this happened to me with photography. I got a camera, purchased photoshop, attended a class. But it seemed that everyone had already taken so many photos, why would the world need any more from me? Besides, I couldn't appreciate the difference between a really special photo and one that was ho-hum. So now I just take pictures of my family.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> One thing I have learned recently is how to play pickleball. Honestly, it's a pretty easy game to pick up. It might be hard to get really good. But I don't aspire to that. I just want to have fun with a group of people at my local pickleball club.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The same could be said of my golf game . . . except I'm not learning anything new. I've played golf, off and on, for many years, and my ambition now is simply to have fun and not get any worse.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh66L7gleRuHKq96aIISEUaEEepwp4I1hV870i1pj_Do1kX0hlGLAgidxUOBD4Q42kCQzcuZy1GxTHztM1kc8qUBy7d8L8aLM190VwBYz2jpqxAIiCEFrKtw25rR1rqxIr9mRJxZqf3nBwQOWtDCz9Tr-ZecXm7S-lKtwD1dhQCBk9lhoqmw1-xKaTCiA/s440/mind-544404__340.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="440" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh66L7gleRuHKq96aIISEUaEEepwp4I1hV870i1pj_Do1kX0hlGLAgidxUOBD4Q42kCQzcuZy1GxTHztM1kc8qUBy7d8L8aLM190VwBYz2jpqxAIiCEFrKtw25rR1rqxIr9mRJxZqf3nBwQOWtDCz9Tr-ZecXm7S-lKtwD1dhQCBk9lhoqmw1-xKaTCiA/w445-h247/mind-544404__340.webp" width="445" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I've also learned about foreign policy in the past few years, because my wife and I have been doing a program called "Great Decisions in Foreign Policy" from the Foreign Policy Association. We just finished this year's eight-week program that covered China, Latin America, Iran, Global Famine and other topics.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Sometimes I think I'm learning enough medical information to become a doctor. Ten years ago I knew nothing about medicine. Now I've been to the heart doctor and have been schooled about drugs like Metoprolol. I've spent hours discussing Cortisone, Prednisone, knee surgery, hip surgery and other orthopedic issues with doctors, nurses, physician assistants, friends and family.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> My guess is, by now you know a thing or two about medicine as well. Or are you learning something entirely different?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I'm now learning about the history of the 1960s. I've agreed to do a program for our senior learning center on the subject. It's interesting to me because I lived through the era, but I was in junior high and high school and going into college at the time, and I was only interested in my own little world, not the wider world.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I had no interest then in what was going on in Selma, Alabama, or Jackson, Mississippi. Of course I'd heard of Cuba. And I read about Watts. And the specter of Vietnam hung over all of us. But my mind was focused on whether Kathy liked Bobby better than she liked me (it turned out, she did), and whether I'd make the baseball team (I did, but mostly as a benchwarmer), and how I'd do on my SATs (good enough to get into my second-choice college, but not my first).</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> But now I find the world we grew up in holds a lot of interest to me. What was going on behind the scenes in the Kennedy White House? What was going on in Lyndon Johnson's mind as he wrestled with the problem of Vietnam? How did the Civil Rights movement achieve so much, only to self-destruct in hate and violence?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Besides all that, some of my friends are trying to get me interested in ChatGPT. I'm resisting, however, since I like my relationships to be human, and I already have a love/hate relationship with our google assistant.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Finally, I know I still have a few things to learn about marriage, and children. But those are topics for another post. Right now I've got enough to keep my mind awake and alert. </span></p>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-74459836978623706792023-04-28T14:33:00.000-04:002023-04-28T14:33:38.055-04:00The Art of Washing Dishes<p> There's the James Beard Award for chefs. Celebrity chefs like Rachel Ray and Guy Fieri show off their talents on TV. Famous cooking competitions are refereed by Gordon Ramsey and other culinary stars. But as far as I know, there are no celebrity dishwashers, no dishwashing TV shows, no dishwashing competitions that bring fame and fortune to the winners.</p><p> But there should be. There should be an award.</p><p> Cooking is considered a highly skilled occupation, a calling, an art. But dishwashers are taken for granted, if they're lucky, otherwise they're abused and forgotten.</p><p> But how would you like to go to a restaurant, and find old cheese hardened onto the side of your plate? Or bits of broccoli stuck to the tines of a fork, or some unidentifiable brownish stain on the bottom of your glass?</p><p> No. Dishwashers do not get the credit they deserve.</p><p> I know, because I'm the dishwasher in the family. And let me tell you, it is an underrated job that requires a lot more skill than people realize. </p><p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtRVuE6MS19kO0ddShVH-6JabuOKZVz6s7Nbo4fhkkmyjFtGj1aJpLzTlu_PwDEw8YIEt7PWdOhokG4Py0J7rRzaO-LE79NIgdGR_J1HMDlElLLv0ryqnkIzEMmKs7wYfzXusdP8AqMy2Odk1vZArfkG9ptuRHfxNVIK8oV3ZHj15zwp-bzdawT9InjA/s509/dishes-197__340.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="509" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtRVuE6MS19kO0ddShVH-6JabuOKZVz6s7Nbo4fhkkmyjFtGj1aJpLzTlu_PwDEw8YIEt7PWdOhokG4Py0J7rRzaO-LE79NIgdGR_J1HMDlElLLv0ryqnkIzEMmKs7wYfzXusdP8AqMy2Odk1vZArfkG9ptuRHfxNVIK8oV3ZHj15zwp-bzdawT9InjA/w299-h182/dishes-197__340.jpg" width="299" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Before</td></tr></tbody></table> "Oh, what are you talking about?" people say to me. "You just stick the dishes in the dishwasher. They get clean!"<p></p><p> Well, I don't know how to answer these people, except to say that they are no-talent dishwashing hacks!</p><p> First of all, not everyone has an automatic dishwasher. So you have issues involving brushes and sponges, water temperature, dish sequencing, length and strength of scrubbing . . . and more.</p><p> But most of us do have a dishwasher. And like most modern conveniences, that only makes things more complicated.</p><p> First, there's the sorting process. You have to decide what can go in the dishwasher. Some pots and pans are too big. Special serving platters and cut-glass bowls are forbidden by the lady of the house to undergo the trials and tribulations visited upon dishes by the electric dishwasher. </p><p> Then, where do the larger glasses go, where can you fit the smaller ones? Which knives and forks go straight up, which go pointy end down? (A sharp knife must go point down, unless you want to stab your finger and make a trip to the ER.) That is, unless you have a top rack, in which case sharp instruments go up there.</p><p> You see? It's more complicate than you think. I know, because I learned my dishwashing skills at the foot of my father. When I was a little boy, my older sister had the job of doing the dishes . . . my job was clearing the table. After my sister went to college, my dad took over . . . until my mother retired my father and promoted me to chief bottle washer.</p><p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3YDqIBO50zptsa7T8h8sDpOlPsW8YYQAvejcKHKX4MpVNZDZ59W_lZ2H2fLd7XnV1rCbSV0sn48Hz3JslMrm1hf31AX6lToKv_T-i5MhHouoq_lMCqAPEJcsR7RKdj-2JOGvN6KWm1XdT0tckz9Yw7HCtzJmOE3w5NQ6XdVW2_7V61iRXnY6FiVFAeA/s615/basin-1502544__340.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="615" height="177" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3YDqIBO50zptsa7T8h8sDpOlPsW8YYQAvejcKHKX4MpVNZDZ59W_lZ2H2fLd7XnV1rCbSV0sn48Hz3JslMrm1hf31AX6lToKv_T-i5MhHouoq_lMCqAPEJcsR7RKdj-2JOGvN6KWm1XdT0tckz9Yw7HCtzJmOE3w5NQ6XdVW2_7V61iRXnY6FiVFAeA/w287-h177/basin-1502544__340.jpg" width="287" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After</td></tr></tbody></table> Later, I honed my skills in college. I lived off campus in a rowhouse with five other guys. Two of them cooked. Three of us took turns doing cleanup.<div><br /></div><div> You'd think a bunch of college guys would have low standards in the cleanliness department. But we didn't have an electric dishwasher. A missed glob of mashed potatoes or a greasy plate brought on a major investigation -- and the sloppy offender could and would be subjected to snide cutting comments and even physical harassment. One guy (seriously) was kicked out of the house for his lax -- and somewhat disgusting -- cleaning standards. <p></p><p> After college, and a couple of difficult years with a proudly messy roommate, I moved into my girlfriend's apartment. She was a cook. So my dishwashing skills came in handy . . . and were much appreciated. So much so that we got married!<br /></p><p> Anyway, enough of my personal history. The bottom line is that I am somewhat of an expert at washing dishes -- how to sort, when to rinse and when you don't have to rinse, how to rinse efficiently, how to position the dishes in and around the racks, how to deal with specialty items. And finally, the best way to unload the dishwasher.</p><p> And if you think it doesn't matter how you empty the dishwasher . . . well, clearly you have a few things to learn. Which brings me to my point about getting dishwashers the credit they deserve.</p><p> I'm proposing an award for dishwasher of the year. The Soapy Award and the Sudsy Award have both already been claimed by soap operas. So our award could be . . . The Squeaky.</p><p> Unless you have a better idea for a name. And meanwhile, don't be shy about nominating a candidate for the award from your own life. We dishwashers need some recognition.</p></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-23521212010952147532023-04-15T08:39:00.001-04:002023-04-15T08:39:41.791-04:00How Old Do You Feel?<p> Research has shown that subjective age -- how old we feel -- and not our actual age is a better predictor of our overall health, memory, physical strength and longevity. So instead of asking someone how old they are, you should ask: How old do you <i>feel</i>?</p><p> Cues about age can influence how old we feel. So one way to feel younger is to socialize with people who are younger. An older person married to a younger person may have a younger subjective age -- they feel younger, act younger. Spouses who are significantly younger actually tend to live shorter lives, older spouses live longer lives.</p><p> Women who have children later in life are often surrounded by younger age-related cues in the form of younger mothers. The relatively older mothers have a longer life expectancy than women who bear children earlier in life.</p><p> Women feel younger after having their hair colored and show a healthy decrease in blood pressure. Bald men see an older self in the mirror which may speed up the aging process. There is some evidence that bald men have higher risk of prostate cancer and coronary heart disease. So cosmetic changes -- coloring our hair, wearing a toupee -- could actually have some health-related benefits.</p><p> As a corollary, when asked what age they would like to be, most people say 10 years younger than they actually are, according to a study from the <a href="https://longevity.stanford.edu/"><b>Stanford Center on Longevity</b></a>. So 70-year-olds say they want to be 60, and 60-year-olds say they'd like to be 50. Nobody says they want to be 20 again -- maybe because they remember they had a lot of uncertainty about their lives at age 20, and they don't want to relive all that anxiety again.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5IEkmKRh_UlxydsboON55PNCH3FpWVDukIFB6FkbsaQBwVfnkP53yTCbujsHweekZwUW6wKIpEB_c2LjAFaFvspS8Xbu5XnbCqsCNxQGcPWvvt0OqCAFFzRociBjaHL-UTKvsvp8CbdHDUj2QVWep8XcHgUW2juE34wAggA0sl2HdK3t8acb06iJoUg/s500/51hWUT5atML.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="331" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5IEkmKRh_UlxydsboON55PNCH3FpWVDukIFB6FkbsaQBwVfnkP53yTCbujsHweekZwUW6wKIpEB_c2LjAFaFvspS8Xbu5XnbCqsCNxQGcPWvvt0OqCAFFzRociBjaHL-UTKvsvp8CbdHDUj2QVWep8XcHgUW2juE34wAggA0sl2HdK3t8acb06iJoUg/w142-h214/51hWUT5atML.jpg" width="142" /></a></div> What age would <i>you</i> like to be . . . you know, if you had a magic genie to grant you a wish? Me? I'd want to be 50 again. Which is 20 years younger than my actual age . . . but 10 years younger than how I feel.<div><br /></div><div> How do I know all this? I picked up a book called <i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Better-Age-Psychology-Successful-Aging-ebook/dp/B07FXKYSW1/ref=sr_1_1?crid=28CW9HTPFTGZL&keywords=alan+castel&qid=1681524663&s=books&sprefix=alan+castel%2Cstripbooks%2C71&sr=1-1"><b>Better with Age: The Psychology of Successful Aging</b></a></i> by Alan Castel. He offers plenty of good advice and interesting insights, some familiar, some new, at least to me.<br /><p></p><p> Castel refers to an old study from the 1980s that concluded there are three main factors to successful aging. 1) Being free of disability or disease; 2) having high cognitive and physical abilities; and 3) interacting with others in meaningful ways.</p><p> He doesn't argue with this definition. But another definition of successful aging may involve the simple fact of reaching old age . . . because a lot of people, sometimes very successful people, don't get there, due to bad habits, bad luck, bad genes. So I guess those of us who have made it to 70 can congratulate ourselves. By one measure anyway, we are successful agers!</p><p> Research has found that older adults do lose their ability to remember things. We cannot remember random numbers as easily as younger people. However, older adults are better at focusing on crucial information, and we do better remembering the <i>important</i> things. He quotes Cicero who said, "I've never heard of an old man who forgot where he buried his treasure."</p><p> Castel does not believe in eating any specific foods to improve our health. Chocolate, blueberries, red wine, have all been promoted as miracle foods. The problem is, in order to gain any benefits, you'd have to eat or drink so much that the negative effects would far outweigh any benefits. He just recommends a standard healthy diet with lots of fruits and vegetables, not too much fat or sugar or salt.</p><p> Physical exercise is also an important factor in staying healthy and living a long life . . . and to ward off dementia. But you don't have to do anything extraordinary. Castel says walking is the perfect exercise for older people. </p><p> In terms of keeping our minds sharp, it's not so much what we do as learning something new. If you've been doing crossword puzzles all your life, doing more crossword puzzles will not improve your mental facility. The secret is to learn something new -- how to paint, how to play the piano, how to speak a foreign language. On the other hand, if you already play the piano, but don't do crossword puzzles, then starting to do crossword puzzles could be helpful.</p><p> The exception is reading. Reading keeps our minds sharp, regardless of how much we've been reading before. And curiously, even though reading is a solitary activity, somehow it also improves our social skills. And we all know that having an active social life helps us stay healthy and alert. So maybe joining a book club is the answer.</p></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-35385191951614840332023-04-08T09:17:00.001-04:002023-04-08T09:17:05.363-04:00You Retired . . . Where?<p> <span style="font-family: verdana;">I recently read a couple of articles about the best places to retire. For example, </span><a href="https://realestate.usnews.com/places/rankings/best-places-to-retire" style="font-family: verdana;"><b>U. S. News</b></a><span style="font-family: verdana;"> rates the best <i>cities </i>for retirement. (Hint: most of the top ones are in Florida or, believe it or not, Pennsylvania). <a href="https://wallethub.com/edu/best-and-worst-states-to-retire/18592"><b>Wallethub</b></a></span><b> </b><span style="font-family: verdana;">focuses on the best <i>states</i> for retirement. (Virginia is Number 1, Florida 2, Pennsylvania 14.)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> These lists are typically based on statistics about climate, income, life expectancy, access to health care. But all these are theoreticals. I wonder what people </span><i style="font-family: verdana;">really</i><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">care about when they decide where they're going to live after they retire.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> We had neighbors who didn't know where they wanted to retire. So they sold their house, rented an RV and spent a year traveling around the country, searching for their retirement haven. They ended up in Raleigh, NC. Why? I don't know. But for them it was the place to be.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-oBkuQbbGRaJygbhEuVSh3YNRl8gMe6XgrbRIQG8l_jA5HAdeeIND9BQdMDJ78D4RJUzoebtw_OtHEKcWJ0f61lHFHFPEevCNKOTg93FVt-Y70bFX4CQRO6vOMFTdTx2G4ZRLWgC85HkegUB1lulwjB90bbwlt2EN8KCq6pHM00ZNFKOX9C6RGIMWZg/s580/travel-2650303__340.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="580" height="191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-oBkuQbbGRaJygbhEuVSh3YNRl8gMe6XgrbRIQG8l_jA5HAdeeIND9BQdMDJ78D4RJUzoebtw_OtHEKcWJ0f61lHFHFPEevCNKOTg93FVt-Y70bFX4CQRO6vOMFTdTx2G4ZRLWgC85HkegUB1lulwjB90bbwlt2EN8KCq6pHM00ZNFKOX9C6RGIMWZg/w373-h191/travel-2650303__340.jpg" width="373" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> We have friends from New York who retired to Charleston, SC. They told us they had always expected to move to Florida, "because that's where New Yorkers go." But they never found a place in Florida where they truly felt comfortable. Then they stopped off to see a friend in Charleston, SC. "We fell in love with the city immediately," they said. Two days later they agreed to buy a townhouse. And now, seven years later, they've built a life there . . . and their daughter has moved to Charleston as well.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Then there's my sister-in-law who lives in Seattle. She and her husband are retiring later this year, and they're talking about moving to Costa Rica. They took a tour last fall, specifically designed for Americans who are thinking about retiring in Costa Rica. We'll see if they actually go through with it.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I have two sisters. One moved to Florida in her 30s. And she's still there. The other worked all around the country. Her last job was in Phoenix, and so after she retired that's where she stayed.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> What's your story? Where did you move when you retired? And what led you to go there? Or, if you never moved at all, why not?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> My wife and I moved from New York to Pennsylvania. We were both born and raised in the Northeast and realized we would never be comfortable living anywhere else. Florida? The Carolinas? The West Coast? Great places to visit. But not to live. At least for us.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> We might have moved to be near our children. But we have four children between us, and they are spread out all over the country. So that wasn't in the cards.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Still, we wanted someplace less expensive than our pricey New York suburb. We considered Cape Cod. Too cold and dreary for nine months of the year. We visited Delaware . . . kind of blah.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> We looked at half a dozen towns in New Jersey, including Cape May. But we found out it would be less expensive if we moved across the state line into Pennsylvania. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">So that's what we did.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> B does have some family in Pennsylvania and nearby New Jersey. That was a draw. And now, we've made plenty of new friends . . . a few of them fellow retirees from New York and New Jersey.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> That's our real-life retirement story. What's yours?</span></p>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-36564495331341683662023-04-01T10:24:00.001-04:002023-04-01T10:24:30.520-04:00State of the Country<p> Possibly you've seen reports about a Wall Street Journal/University of Chicago poll that recently took the pulse of American sentiment.</p><p> To me the amusing -- and somehow sad -- thing about it is that the conservative press (like the <i>New York Post</i>) screeches that the poll is proof Americans have fallen for the "woke" agenda. They have become soft and spoiled, interested only in money and pursuing their own pleasures. They are not as patriotic, not as religious, and not as family oriented as they used to be. Young people aren't even interested in having kids anymore! In other words, America is in deep trouble.</p><p> Meanwhile, the liberal press sees the same poll and massages the numbers to prove that Americans are becoming more progressive, more tolerant, more open to new ideas, more cognizant of our impact on the environment, and more focused on peaceful resolutions to our problems in the world. In short, we're becoming more enlightened.</p><p> Of course, they could both be right, couldn't they?</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXZAGCFMk2nbmTFKOUHwxHK-dUAvel2G6MkG9khNlfn-3i1UM46jyfyoXVAwQ1yib_2PRs2r_fz6AMXZcgO5imwY5KwPNFxiXxQggYvSUmANv1cgOZT8VChapXhKwdOuCn_6VMycmtk4iGrDyKI-JrMvx0xeV6bJPrHyNaA0j8vJTSu3mKgnG6GxeIEA/s340/question-5663412__340.webp" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="309" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXZAGCFMk2nbmTFKOUHwxHK-dUAvel2G6MkG9khNlfn-3i1UM46jyfyoXVAwQ1yib_2PRs2r_fz6AMXZcgO5imwY5KwPNFxiXxQggYvSUmANv1cgOZT8VChapXhKwdOuCn_6VMycmtk4iGrDyKI-JrMvx0xeV6bJPrHyNaA0j8vJTSu3mKgnG6GxeIEA/w169-h185/question-5663412__340.webp" width="169" /></a></div> I went to the original poll, which I found in a link from a <i>Wall Street Journal </i>article. Here are a few of the results that stood out in my mind.<p></p><p> The economy -- 80% say it's bad. 20% say it's good.</p><p> Yet 62% say they are satisfied with their own personal financial situation. Go figure.</p><p> Will life for our children's generation be better or worse than it has been for us? 78% say it won't be. Only 21% feel confident that it will be.</p><p> Yet 71% say the U.S. is the best, or one of the best, countries in the world.</p><p> And 68% say they're happy. 27% say they're not.</p><p> How essential, or important, are these qualities in defining your identity? Here they are in order of importance:</p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li> Gender: 77%</li><li> Occupation: 73%</li><li> Family heritage: 67%</li><li> Religion: 63%</li><li> Race: 62%</li><li> Political affiliation: 53%</li></ol><p></p><p> So it seems, despite the ranting of the left and the raving of the right, race is not as important as some other things in life. And politics is less important still.</p><p> How much confidence do you have in our public schools? 26% say quite a bit. 40% say some. 33% say not much. </p><p> Four-year college degree. Is it worth it? 42% say yes. 56% say no. In my opinion, that's not a great report card for our schools.</p><p> Do you favor, or not favor, people using "gender neutral" pronouns like she/her? 20% favorable. 45% not favorable. 35% don't care.</p><p> Do you consider yourself liberal, moderate or conservative: Liberal 23%. Moderate: 47%. Conservative: 28%. Really? So much for the theory that our country is caught in a stark partisan divide.</p><p> There's more in the poll. If you want to dig deeper and do your own analysis, here is <a href="https://s.wsj.net/public/resources/documents/WSJ_NORC_ToplineMarc_2023.pdf"><b>a link to the original site</b></a>.</p><p> Like the conservatives, or the liberals or the moderates, you'll probably find just what you want to find in the poll. That seems to be how the human mind works. What do they call it? Confirmation bias?</p><p> But even assuming you see what you want to see -- and disregard the rest -- just maybe you'll recognize that other people can have a different point of view, and just because they do doesn't make them stupid or hateful, or know-it-all self-important elites. You, uh, <i>do</i> agree with me, right?</p><p> </p>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-39982286524049752262023-03-25T10:07:00.000-04:002023-03-25T10:07:08.632-04:00Simple Pleasures<p> <span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">It seems that most of the retirement advice we get these days is either about money -- when to start taking Social Security, how to invest your 401K -- or else about how to find meaning in life -- you have to volunteer somewhere or maybe find a job.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> Well, that might be true in the early days of retirement, especially if you retire young, in your 50s or early 60s. But the older we get, the more it seems like the simple pleasures become more important.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> Here are a few of my simple pleasures. Maybe you have some others you can suggest.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> <b>Dinner. </b> I really enjoy sitting down for a hot meal at the end of the day. I'm lucky that I have a companion (my wife) to have dinner with. We go through a little ritual of how we get dinner ready (which includes lighting a candle), and then we talk about the day, gossip about friends, maybe make plans for an outing. Nothing important. But, somehow, it's important.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> <b>Netflix.</b> Okay, I admit it. I look forward to my TV time after dinner -- sometimes with B, when we find a show we both like, sometimes by myself, if it's something too crude or too violent for her to want to watch.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b> Reading.</b> I read about one book a week. Some are better than others. But I like to start the morning by reading for half an hour or so, with a cup of coffee by my side, just to ease into the day. And I don't know how I would ever fall asleep at night without reading myself into somnolence.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio6tohKHuFzm1poHTSUmEGL9MMDiZnmO6U9jpic6FWl3BAU-JpVNeTN31b2xVaQ65u5OMb06AvnSfIT3yuxuWBzJD2mknri9axVoDEvZx1_H_nXSJOKinpsgO2fSarVd-YQ5HbWg8FtwyB6zGvmkU7dXMJuNcWoxhiQUyVlQ-_PDFJ5n7A5OyQb5Qhlw/s3346/IMG_5675%20(3).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2390" data-original-width="3346" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio6tohKHuFzm1poHTSUmEGL9MMDiZnmO6U9jpic6FWl3BAU-JpVNeTN31b2xVaQ65u5OMb06AvnSfIT3yuxuWBzJD2mknri9axVoDEvZx1_H_nXSJOKinpsgO2fSarVd-YQ5HbWg8FtwyB6zGvmkU7dXMJuNcWoxhiQUyVlQ-_PDFJ5n7A5OyQb5Qhlw/w204-h152/IMG_5675%20(3).JPG" width="204" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table> <b>Gardening.</b> To be honest, I am not much of a gardener. I haven't done anything in the yard in months. Maybe that's why I'm looking forward to going outside and getting my hands dirty -- breathing the fresh air, smelling the earth, making our little corner of the world look a tiny bit better.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> <b>Breakfast. </b>They say in retirement you need some meaning in life, a reason to get up in the morning. For me, it's breakfast. I love that first cup of coffee. I eat some fruit. Cantaloupe is my favorite. I usually have cereal with 2% milk; every once in a while I cook myself an egg (or three).</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> <b>Crossword puzzles.</b> I started doing them during Covid. Now I can't stop.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> <b>Learning.</b> I like tackling something a little bit challenging, but not too hard. Right now I'm learning how to do Powerpoint, because I've signed up to make a presentation in the fall for my senior learning group.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> <b>Sports.</b> I'm about as good at sports as I am at gardening -- meaning, not very good. I used to play Ping Pong. Lately, I've been on the pickleball court. When the weather warms up I'll start playing some golf. Occasionally, I go for a walk. I really do not like to exercise. I find it boring. But if I can get exercise while hitting a ball . . . why, that's what I call interesting!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> So maybe you find your small pleasure in doing your taxes? Or following March Madness? If there's one thing I've learned in my 70 years . . . it takes all kinds.</span></p>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-63477331138572205702023-03-18T10:27:00.000-04:002023-03-18T10:27:45.993-04:00Whip Inflation Now<p> Remember that old line from President Ford? Actually, I think it was subject to a lot of ridicule, because it seemed so ineffective at the time. And of course it is ineffective as a national policy. But there are some practical ideas -- as well as a particular frame of mind -- that can help us save some money and deal with inflation that's currently running at about 6 percent or so.</p><p> For example, Billionaire Warren Buffett knows a thing or two about saving (as well as earning) money. He famously lives in the house he bought for $31,500 in 1958, now worth about $700,000. He equally famously relied on a $20 flip phone for years before he finally gave in and bought an Apple phone in 2020 -- coincidently at about the same time he also bought a chunk of Apple stock.</p><p> Says Buffett: "I do not save what is left after spending. I spend what's left after saving." He also said, "If you buy things you don't need, you will soon sell things you do need."</p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr5UCJqZ1QhnYCnkZdPy8t4BA6wFKrDIfqb_K04bmJ7wMy3twbJS2fAPBYsvJpjZVKfwnV0pL3wd43aO6eMqpg2l4mYUQnqJQySZ4yi7mffNs5uFCFCVrnNeleEjJc4ZgUrheUj0aU4GIbxA8wRFQwbtzCYEJA8-589J4KAIngcsxfNWS1l7nbtkENpQ/s399/the-sanctum-sanctorum-1872194__340.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="399" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr5UCJqZ1QhnYCnkZdPy8t4BA6wFKrDIfqb_K04bmJ7wMy3twbJS2fAPBYsvJpjZVKfwnV0pL3wd43aO6eMqpg2l4mYUQnqJQySZ4yi7mffNs5uFCFCVrnNeleEjJc4ZgUrheUj0aU4GIbxA8wRFQwbtzCYEJA8-589J4KAIngcsxfNWS1l7nbtkENpQ/w202-h172/the-sanctum-sanctorum-1872194__340.jpg" width="202" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Library: It's not just books</td></tr></tbody></table> Of course, that's Buffett, who has a way with money that the rest of us don't have. But I saw a good suggestion from a more normal woman on the internet: Use your library, she says.</p><p> Ask for a tour of your local library and use everything they have to offer. Free books and DVDs. Free access to a computer. Many libraries also offer free classes, book clubs, movie discussion groups, day trips to local museums and concerts.</p><p> A neighbor of mine has been after me now for a couple of years about changing over to a Medical Advantage plan, instead of traditional Medicare plus supplemental plan. He gets prescription coverage as well as dental and vision coverage . . . all for a lower price. The one caveat is that he has to stay within his medical network, but that doesn't seem to bother him at all. Plus, he gets free admission to a local gym -- and he's over there twice a week for a yoga class.</p><p> It's not for everybody, he says. But it's worth thinking about for the next Medicare open enrollment period in the fall.</p><p> Speaking of medical expenses, a friend of ours recently had his knee replaced, and he told us about a medical library run by our Parks & Recreation department. The town loans out all kinds of medical equipment like wheelchairs, walkers, crutches, etc., to town residents for free. If you're going to need some equipment, it might be worth checking out if your town has a similar program.</p><p> I know many people who have "cut the cord" and dispensed with their cable plan, in favor of streaming Netflix and Amazon. It seems like a smart thing to do if you're not the kind of fan that watches live sports on network TV. But even that is changing as some streaming services are starting to carry live sports.</p><p> Others have switched to cheaper cellphone service. We have Verizon. It's a good service, no problems. But it is expensive. So we're beginning to explore some alternatives offered through AARP. There's another service called Cricket. Don't know much about it; but I've got it on my list of services to check out.</p><p> Shop at thrift stores. My brother-in-law reports that he finds lots of gently used name-brand clothes at Goodwill, the Salvation Army and GreenDrop. It takes a bit of picking through the racks, he admits, but he finds some good stuff that looks brand new once he gets it home and puts it through the laundry.</p><p> I'm sure you might have some other ideas. But they all seem to come down to one basic philosophy, as Will Rogers once said: "Too many people spend money they haven't earned, to buy things they don't want, to impress people that they don't like."</p><p> One last tip, since it's getting to be tax time, and you might be puzzled and frustrated with all the different forms and schedules. Various organizations have volunteers who will do your taxes for free, if you make less than a certain amount of money. In my area it's the Bucks County Opportunity Council. In your area . . . well, check at the library, they probably know where to go.</p><p> Meantime, just a word of sympathy from the smartest person in history. It was Albert Einstein who said, "The hardest thing in the world to understand is the income tax."</p>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-64020996776539260332023-03-11T10:34:00.000-05:002023-03-11T10:34:01.332-05:00The Odd Oscars<p> The Academy Awards are bring held on Sunday night, a time when we find out the best actress, best actor and best picture of 2022. I know you're supposed to be breathlessly amazed at how wonderful these movies are. But, at least for the moment, I take a more jaundiced view.</p><p> I read an article the other day reporting that the "Oscar Bump" has not been as big this year as in years past. The Oscar Bump refers to a sudden increase in ticket sales for the nominated movies, since the nominations pique people's interest.</p><p> The article blamed Netflix for the lack of Oscar Bump, because some of the films have already been available for streaming . . . hence, people can watch at home rather than go buy tickets at the theater. There were a few other reasons cited for the lack of interest. Conspicuously absent was the fact that Oscar movies these days are obscure, often confusing, and geared toward the critics not the popular audience.</p><p> It wasn't always so. <i><b>Titanic</b></i> was best picture in 1997. <i><b>The English Patient</b></i> in 1996. <i><b>Braveheart</b></i> in 1995.<i> <b>Forrest Gump</b></i> in 1994. <i><b>Schindler's List</b> </i>in 1993.</p><p> But more recently the Oscar people have ignored the popular will, and gone for more artistic Indy films. Last year's winner, <b><i>Coda</i>, </b>was not a box office winner (although I saw it and liked it). But other nominees like <i><b>The Power of the Dog</b></i>, starring the overrated Benedict Cumberbatch, was way, er, overrated. And <i><b>Licorice Pizza</b></i>, which features two not-very-good-looking kids, was way too inside-Hollywood . . . although I must admit, I absolutely fell in love with Alana Haim.</p><p> Anyway, with that in mind -- and tongue firmly planted in cheek -- here are my own personal Award winners for 2023:</p><p> <i><b>All Quiet on the Western Front.</b></i> I saw this movie. I love war movies. But for the life of me I couldn't figure out why they made this. Award: Most Irrelevant.</p><p> <i><b>Avatar: the Way of Water.</b></i> Didn't see this movie. But . . . James Cameron? Award: Most Commercial.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqrD4AxhUw7SDBJ1bO387UEDOezdji7G5MxSKnqu05KElR1tzZ-ApuJ7r6iG-055xth7CiJNWZb1t7xlQGFfIemssSAXoyFRBgCJAFq9podcboKypjwwsza5bexTlFb7UFKL2QtoWX_PBBO0sDnCkFBaak7rO8l8SIWVBhs-Z2iHHUNhcHvNSKmj_wxQ/s218/91zItFwrvPL._AC_UY218_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="218" data-original-width="164" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqrD4AxhUw7SDBJ1bO387UEDOezdji7G5MxSKnqu05KElR1tzZ-ApuJ7r6iG-055xth7CiJNWZb1t7xlQGFfIemssSAXoyFRBgCJAFq9podcboKypjwwsza5bexTlFb7UFKL2QtoWX_PBBO0sDnCkFBaak7rO8l8SIWVBhs-Z2iHHUNhcHvNSKmj_wxQ/w139-h185/91zItFwrvPL._AC_UY218_.jpg" width="139" /></a></div><p> <b><i>Banshees of Inisherin.</i> </b>Saw it. I thought it was intriguing, even though I didn't understand it. Award: Most Pretentious.</p><p> <b><i>Elvis.</i> </b>Why would I want to see this? Award: The Retro Award.</p><p> <b><i>Everything Everywhere All at Once.</i> </b>Didn't see it. But I heard you can't possibly figure out what's going on. Award: Most Confusing.</p><p> <b><i>The Fabelmans</i>.</b> I like Steven Spielberg, but not so much that I want to know all about his childhood. Award: The Throwback Award.</p><p> <b><i>Tar.</i> </b>I saw it. Cate Blanchett is supposed to be a great actress. Okay, so . . . . Award: Most Self-Indulgent.</p><p> <i><b>Top Gun: Maverick.</b> </i>My wife wanted to see this one. I don't know why . . . Award: The Fading Sex Symbol Award.</p><p> <i><b>Triangle of Sadness.</b></i> I saw this. I do not like throw-up scenes. Award: Most Disgusting.</p><p> <i><b>Women Talking.</b> </i>Didn't see it. Award in absentia: Most Talkative.</p><p> You can see the full <a href="https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/movies/movie-news/oscar-nominations-2023-nominees-list-1235307974/"><b>list of nominations here</b></a>. But now it's your turn. You want to nominate your favorite movie for a special award?</p>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-25156399168636109182023-03-07T08:23:00.000-05:002023-03-07T08:23:16.043-05:00Sea and Sand Festival<p> We just got home from our Snowbird trip to Florida and South Carolina. Our last weekend in Charleston -- or at the beach outside of Charleston -- the town held its annual Sand and Sea Festival, which includes a street fair, live music, a sidewalk sale, lots of eating and drinking . . . and among the younger set, more drinking.</p><p> The highlight of the weekend is the sand castle building contest, which started on Sunday surprisingly early in the morning. We sauntered out to the beach a little before noon, thinking we had plenty of time to watch the festivities, only to find that the show was almost over.</p><p> Nevertheless, we got to see a few of the highlights. A several-foot-tall sandcastle.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivES4Fri3zPNAwau9mIVu04xbaMjICEhwS-om6jDTYju4SzEXMs57CcM3Jzr7q47SDlVpNYBUajgKRR4x46WASnYbAMGHJPkcJXdp3ik5ZOLuflIlzlWLG3ySF1uVJU7lf46vULpG3f4IfwhVhCJoUq7y_2z8YD_pWaY0u7Pa_s9zKFx_UfU9LRESW6g/s3482/IMG_1949%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2611" data-original-width="3482" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivES4Fri3zPNAwau9mIVu04xbaMjICEhwS-om6jDTYju4SzEXMs57CcM3Jzr7q47SDlVpNYBUajgKRR4x46WASnYbAMGHJPkcJXdp3ik5ZOLuflIlzlWLG3ySF1uVJU7lf46vULpG3f4IfwhVhCJoUq7y_2z8YD_pWaY0u7Pa_s9zKFx_UfU9LRESW6g/w360-h266/IMG_1949%20(2).JPG" width="360" /></a></div><br /><p> A mermaid lying on the beach.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNPbBDWOiHu1rCSF8li9x1YlVNc5wTJOfZ2rmEKDCH-tS5C_D_DRNxamovIzo97p6Rf_Yi4nO-JWOVBUHImPI-o3s9sdK7b2vFMWV-qffpYvlaVRu6UJAf5bBOKugDtiygPyocjSf1cXNBh3p8hms3mttvHh4k9sNDYu4omULYiAmnp2mLKVvxzG71tA/s4032/IMG_1954.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNPbBDWOiHu1rCSF8li9x1YlVNc5wTJOfZ2rmEKDCH-tS5C_D_DRNxamovIzo97p6Rf_Yi4nO-JWOVBUHImPI-o3s9sdK7b2vFMWV-qffpYvlaVRu6UJAf5bBOKugDtiygPyocjSf1cXNBh3p8hms3mttvHh4k9sNDYu4omULYiAmnp2mLKVvxzG71tA/w277-h320/IMG_1954.JPG" width="277" /></a></div><br /><p> A hippo and an alligator.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0XVVSzTl_PlqUXQYZRr_HjZJmS8dKa_kAIYabixS6YMbNLBKWzSbvNe9j3aweRjs1wZTrQs_9GfQBFGF6evdR5Bmm4Kaq28IMZrBrdyUPYvCvMbzmbg2AjaBO0Ima-n5uSamFMyYjPlEzNbMtmb6aFNmOe0uJfrWxOrQN8by65mFvGMLrbq4o1YBAaw/s3024/IMG_1951.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0XVVSzTl_PlqUXQYZRr_HjZJmS8dKa_kAIYabixS6YMbNLBKWzSbvNe9j3aweRjs1wZTrQs_9GfQBFGF6evdR5Bmm4Kaq28IMZrBrdyUPYvCvMbzmbg2AjaBO0Ima-n5uSamFMyYjPlEzNbMtmb6aFNmOe0uJfrWxOrQN8by65mFvGMLrbq4o1YBAaw/w348-h320/IMG_1951.JPG" width="348" /></a></div><br /><p> A sea creature. . . . maybe a giant squid?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr8EKuWmOkx4ZQ6mrBbSJbZPe542Vr7fyZqilMmcy34nAroemkMhGsxnIpeXQCodFEt6iqqwComyJ_y9iUSWeFun50C7Fc2QdM1U8VTKDYhstzXW8FOoiPEdRqQfFD09hO0s5CYYOQCjMYIBwBRM8h2tNd9lyPteeiad5PA_hsHHX3a9hwxitWpCtyEQ/s2832/IMG_1955%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2832" data-original-width="2124" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr8EKuWmOkx4ZQ6mrBbSJbZPe542Vr7fyZqilMmcy34nAroemkMhGsxnIpeXQCodFEt6iqqwComyJ_y9iUSWeFun50C7Fc2QdM1U8VTKDYhstzXW8FOoiPEdRqQfFD09hO0s5CYYOQCjMYIBwBRM8h2tNd9lyPteeiad5PA_hsHHX3a9hwxitWpCtyEQ/w275-h320/IMG_1955%20(2).JPG" width="275" /></a></div><br /><p> And this one crafted by a person with a macabre sense of humor . . . a man being chased by a shark.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXTP5Om5EDdEN0tBQWGeMcRUslpKj1XeihuJH7dn72AS1H6b97wj0dfd9nNWhGQcxZ6HPeUxzRulrjJr1NXPx6-RAx2RTl7fLur4u0GWPqFI0swtN3i2fopsd78ANptX8L3YrZYDzG8CEyNYcRDzz_uQKWjY3Vfe11yH_KuTNXRRWzqStUs3WOTV5rdQ/s3289/IMG_1964%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3289" data-original-width="2468" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXTP5Om5EDdEN0tBQWGeMcRUslpKj1XeihuJH7dn72AS1H6b97wj0dfd9nNWhGQcxZ6HPeUxzRulrjJr1NXPx6-RAx2RTl7fLur4u0GWPqFI0swtN3i2fopsd78ANptX8L3YrZYDzG8CEyNYcRDzz_uQKWjY3Vfe11yH_KuTNXRRWzqStUs3WOTV5rdQ/w267-h320/IMG_1964%20(2).JPG" width="267" /></a></div><br /><p> Then we saw the finale of the show, signaled by an invitation to the kids to jump all over the sand sculptures and kick them apart . . . thus restoring the beach to its natural state.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPQU2Ccs0pM2hZl8qqWES9jElBkgPcwmHF-pqSBq538LqYPHBai_aHMagZlHOTINa0tz1m2eMrlF45REpraPUIi8vvNWmMUR7aIKK1VfzRGi1lJ2ZeoI85WHXfLnr8NR6C_RWtg2xZBTJHPd1lYlVDPtNeUBBt9IJXAmW58ZVaKqhG-xJn7yl2ieJtAw/s3586/IMG_1962%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2689" data-original-width="3586" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPQU2Ccs0pM2hZl8qqWES9jElBkgPcwmHF-pqSBq538LqYPHBai_aHMagZlHOTINa0tz1m2eMrlF45REpraPUIi8vvNWmMUR7aIKK1VfzRGi1lJ2ZeoI85WHXfLnr8NR6C_RWtg2xZBTJHPd1lYlVDPtNeUBBt9IJXAmW58ZVaKqhG-xJn7yl2ieJtAw/w377-h278/IMG_1962%20(2).JPG" width="377" /></a></div><br /><p> Speaking of the macabre . . . well, shiver me timbers, a pirate washed ashore with his wench.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsCmMq5CN3UGBUwhlqEERNBwFThMXmYDzCefiYGttSSVTROH98QkfXGAxMZlG1Ckp8fI2mT7th0j6-RgjI_-J26Fbo-2xzwZgJrnQGJ5h0Dz2fs8cT1BttrvoUla3EnFPN-pFkrxHPcVkNnAlLfC8pPPBdiV9kE2Vx9k9EYZl3eqjcM_zASFyvv7dyoQ/s672/IMG_1969%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="672" data-original-width="504" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsCmMq5CN3UGBUwhlqEERNBwFThMXmYDzCefiYGttSSVTROH98QkfXGAxMZlG1Ckp8fI2mT7th0j6-RgjI_-J26Fbo-2xzwZgJrnQGJ5h0Dz2fs8cT1BttrvoUla3EnFPN-pFkrxHPcVkNnAlLfC8pPPBdiV9kE2Vx9k9EYZl3eqjcM_zASFyvv7dyoQ/w274-h320/IMG_1969%20(2).JPG" width="274" /></a></div><br /><p> And then, a couple of days later, as the landlubbers we are, we were forced to lower our Jolly Roger, abandon ship, and walk the plank right back to our regular boring life in the Pennsylvania suburbs, where . . . hey, that's not sand!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaNZ07h5YfdwDuxllfClcyRWPUj5l3GblGrNd_nOReGxQywZGOMBktb_15c3t4dsuw-mUHCTScL9I-1sLhtm5JSaESXYKnLYGNtrsEDgCiDQjFkDzEUa1nlSIqT3v02NGXURDUmCVv8LLuV1zIxAdZUgAD5NIU3Z6PsCzUZTQJ_U7UG2XRAVaqEO8PHg/s4029/IMG_1979%20(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2878" data-original-width="4029" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaNZ07h5YfdwDuxllfClcyRWPUj5l3GblGrNd_nOReGxQywZGOMBktb_15c3t4dsuw-mUHCTScL9I-1sLhtm5JSaESXYKnLYGNtrsEDgCiDQjFkDzEUa1nlSIqT3v02NGXURDUmCVv8LLuV1zIxAdZUgAD5NIU3Z6PsCzUZTQJ_U7UG2XRAVaqEO8PHg/w381-h252/IMG_1979%20(2).JPG" width="381" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-46238038910208295582023-02-25T18:44:00.002-05:002023-02-25T18:44:29.689-05:00Outsmarted by Artificial Intelligence?<p> Have you heard about <a href="https://openai.com/blog/chatgpt/"><b>ChatGPT</b></a>, a user friendly application of Artificial Intelligence? You're supposed to be able to ask any question, and it will write an essay that gives you a cogent answer that is accurate and reasonably comprehensive. Or as the website says, it "is trained to follow an instruction in a prompt and provide a detailed response."</p><p> So I decided to try it out. I made a simple request: Explain how the world is different today compared to 1970. Here is the response:</p><p><span style="background-color: #f7f7f8; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap;">The world today is vastly different from the world in 1970 in several ways. Some of the key differences include:</span></p><ol style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(59,130,246,0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: #f7f7f8; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; counter-reset: item 0; display: flex; flex-direction: column; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; margin: 1.25em 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1rem; white-space: pre-wrap;"><li style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(59,130,246,0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0.375em;"><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(59,130,246,0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px;">Technological advancements: One of the most significant differences between the world today and 1970 is the level of technological advancement. Today, we have smartphones, the internet, social media, artificial intelligence, and many other technological innovations that were not even imagined in 1970.</p></li><li style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(59,130,246,0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0.375em;"><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(59,130,246,0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px;">Globalization: The world has become much more connected and interdependent since 1970. This is largely due to globalization, which has led to increased trade, investment, and cultural exchange between countries.</p></li><li style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(59,130,246,0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0.375em;"><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(59,130,246,0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px;">Environmental concerns: In the past 50 years, there has been growing awareness of the impact of human activity on the environment. This has led to efforts to reduce carbon emissions, protect natural resources, and mitigate the effects of climate change. </p></li><li style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(59,130,246,0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0.375em;"><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(59,130,246,0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px;">Demographic changes: The world's population has grown significantly since 1970, from around 3.7 billion to over 7.9 billion. There have also been significant demographic shifts, such as an aging population and increasing cultural diversity.</p></li><li style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(59,130,246,0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0.375em;"><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(59,130,246,0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px;">Social and political changes: The past 50 years have seen significant social and political changes, including the fall of the Soviet Union, the rise of China as a global superpower, the end of apartheid in South Africa, and the advancement of civil rights for marginalized groups, such as women and the LGBTQ+ community.</p></li><li style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(59,130,246,0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0.375em;"><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(59,130,246,0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px;">Economic changes: The global economy has also undergone significant changes since 1970. Many countries have transitioned from industrial economies to service-based economies, and there has been a rise in the importance of technology and innovation.</p></li><li style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(59,130,246,0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0.375em;"><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(59,130,246,0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px;">Overall, the world today is vastly different from the world in 1970 in terms of technology, globalization, environmental concerns, demographic changes, social and political changes, and economic changes.</p></li></ol><div> So how do you think it did? I've heard people say that high school and college students have asked ChatGPT to write an essay for them . . . and the teachers can't tell the difference between a student essay and an AI essay. Based on the above essay, do you agree? How would you grade this answer?</div><div> </div><div> Or . . . what if I asked it to summarize the plot of <i>Great Expectations</i>, or give me a brief history of the American Civil War. But when I asked my wife B about it, she just gave me a look and replied, "Why don't you just look it up on Wikipedia?"</div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-16866370775552082322023-02-18T11:56:00.000-05:002023-02-18T11:56:37.744-05:00Longevity Report Card<p> How long we live, and how healthy we are, depends partly on the lottery of birth -- how healthy our parents were and how long they lived. We're winners if we drew the longevity card from our parents, not so lucky if we drew the fat card, the alcoholism card, the cancer card, or a predisposition to any other disease. </p><p> Still, there's a lot we can do to help ourselves live longer and feel better, no matter who our parents were -- or however much we may have mistreated ourselves in our younger years. If a person smoked when they were young, for example, but has not touched a cigarette in 20 years, their lungs look almost the same as someone who never smoked at all.</p><p> We are not complete masters of our fate, but we are not passive victims either. We have a lot of control over our own destiny even if, as often happens, things do not turn out precisely as planned.</p><p> Some people have their own secrets for staying healthy. A fistful of vitamins or glass of wine every day? Yoga three times a week? Here are some of the most obvious ones . . . and how I'm doing. How are <i>you </i>doing?</p><p> <b>Eat a Good Diet.</b> We've seen the fad diets come and go, but the real answer is no secret at all. Healthy people avoid too much meat and dairy. They restrict the amount of sugar and salt in their diets. They drink lots of water, and maybe some tea or coffee, and perhaps a small amount of alcohol. They consume lots of fruits and vegetables -- any diet rich in fruits and vegetables is linked to a reduced risk for cancer, heart disease and diabetes.</p><p> How am I doing? If left to my own devices I would probably get an F. But thanks to my wife, I'm probably around a B+.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYSmL2Dy6JqdXh4UX-ipUnalsvU93LAqNfklvDc-LxugdgP8GUsrGtgB3K--Su5R3X77XIJPJZhOaT6Dx1pCa7VQpf8qoQoj0PbzzTeAesvJBHzle0wGz0wDBtxIFPqaXaSZaadh-JtVG395yv8BB2GtCSUF2qfD9f1VpXcqedxsxOllYg8uYoFj9EhQ/s840/paprika-3212148__480.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="328" data-original-width="840" height="125" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYSmL2Dy6JqdXh4UX-ipUnalsvU93LAqNfklvDc-LxugdgP8GUsrGtgB3K--Su5R3X77XIJPJZhOaT6Dx1pCa7VQpf8qoQoj0PbzzTeAesvJBHzle0wGz0wDBtxIFPqaXaSZaadh-JtVG395yv8BB2GtCSUF2qfD9f1VpXcqedxsxOllYg8uYoFj9EhQ/w390-h125/paprika-3212148__480.jpg" width="390" /></a></div><br /> <b>Get Plenty of Sleep.</b> Various studies have demonstrated that a <a href="https://money.usnews.com/money/blogs/on-retirement/2013/03/12/10-ways-to-get-a-good-nights-sleep"><b>good night's sleep</b></a> leads to lower blood pressure and boosts the immune system, while too little sleep can be linked to an increased risk for stroke and cancer. Some studies have even suggested that sleep deprivation affects the brain, leading us to make poor decisions that are detrimental to our health.<p></p><p> I'm a good sleeper. Grade: A.</p><p> <b>Get Some Exercise.</b> The CDC recommends sweating our way through aerobics for two and a half hours a week. We should also engage in some moderate strength training, whether it's lifting weights or doing sit-ups, or digging in the garden and practicing yoga. The important thing is to pick an activity that we enjoy so we'll keep doing it on a regular basis.</p><p> I do get some exercise. My problem is I don't have a regular routine. I let things slip. But I'm a solid B . . . okay, maybe a B-.</p><p> <b> Drive Safely.</b> We sometimes forget in this age of seat belts and air bags that traffic accidents are still a major cause of death -- some 40,000 Americans a year, according to the National Safety Council. So we should wear our seat belts, put down our cell phones, obey speed limits. Also, be careful about he side effects of any medications you may take. And while you're at it, watch out for accidents at home . . . in the bathroom, on the stairs, in the kitchen.</p><p> Me? I'm not a speeder or a tailgater, and I always hold onto the handrail on the stairs at home. But my attention does sometimes wander. Grade: B+.</p><p> <b>Maintain and Active Social Life.</b> People who enjoy a close family life or have plenty of friends typically live longer than people who are lonely. Experts say that being engaged in a community gives people a sense of security, promotes healthy behavior, and helps people avoid self-destructive habits like drinking too much.</p><p> On my own, I'd probably get a C; but again, thanks to my wife I'm a solid B.</p><p> <b>Have a Purpose.</b> Death rates for older men who are still working are half of what they are for men of the same age who are fully retired. Mortality rates for women are similar, though not as pronounced. Researchers have concluded that it's not the working that makes the difference, but staying involved and engaged in something bigger than our own personal problems.</p><p> I have some activities that keep me focused and engaged, but I should probably have more. Grade: B.</p><p> <b>Relax.</b> Yes, we need to stay involved. But the experts also say it's important to spend time in silence, and in nature, and not be hounded by constant stimulation. As behavioral geneticist Susan Smalley of UCLA writes: "We need time to do nothing, to be our best selves -- well-rounded and creative human beings. The 'doing' side of our nature needs a 'being' side to be in balance."</p><p> I experience some anxiety from time to time. But I do nothing very well. A-.</p><p> <b>Go to the Doctor. </b>We should all get our recommended vaccines -- the pneumonia vaccine, the shingles vaccine, the Covid booster, and the flu vaccine every fall. We should also keep up with recommended screenings, including the much-dreaded colonoscopy. The CDC points out that over 60 million Americans have high blood pressure, yet fewer than half of them have it under control. So we all need to check our blood pressure, take our medications -- and make all the other lifestyle changes that will allow us to live long and prosper.</p><p> My overall grade: a solid B. So I'm doing okay, but could do better, which probably explains why I have some arthritis, and I'm on two medications -- but at least I'm still alive!</p>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-85214421296257770592023-02-11T08:07:00.000-05:002023-02-11T08:07:24.062-05:00Where Am I?<p> I'm on vacation. Yes, I know, some people ask: How can you be on vacation when you're retired? Well, trust me, pre-retirees and other people still working, and as my fellow retirees can attest . . . you can.</p><p> I was in Florida for a week or so, then met up with my wife for a few more days in Florida, and then we started driving. I won't say how far we drove, because, as a test of your geography skills, you can try to figure out where we are from the directional signs below.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKcXujky8HEM-aZQZWA82p7tI01V_B7aueYYOiRYHkmUsz-Urv0TeOfdBVxUS_fU33CdNL1WoathGa-yIipNELCZNDEtr_ec-J4N3UKnXAnkleEefn69SfUD7KaovCZCTUjE8ZHwDIApzqEHzJxGmfvGRzZEQOh2cWiZt9qIyJoIh42vqOXMft1-pang/s3124/IMG_1925%20(2).JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3124" data-original-width="2343" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKcXujky8HEM-aZQZWA82p7tI01V_B7aueYYOiRYHkmUsz-Urv0TeOfdBVxUS_fU33CdNL1WoathGa-yIipNELCZNDEtr_ec-J4N3UKnXAnkleEefn69SfUD7KaovCZCTUjE8ZHwDIApzqEHzJxGmfvGRzZEQOh2cWiZt9qIyJoIh42vqOXMft1-pang/w189-h217/IMG_1925%20(2).JPG" width="189" /></a></div> In case you can't read the sign, we are 619 miles from Cleveland, and 4270 miles from Amsterdam. I have not verified these distances, but I'm pretty sure they are reasonably accurate.<div><br /></div><div> If it helps, we are also 7369 miles from Tianjin, China, and 8100 miles from Guam. But, for sure, we're still in the U. S.</div><div><br /></div><div> Don't ask me why the homeowner chose these landmarks as a reference -- except, as far I've heard, a lot of people from Ohio do like to vacation here.</div><div><br /></div><div> If this is not enough to go on, I ran across another house about a mile down the road that has a more comprehensive series of signs. From this next one, you should surely be able to triangulate where I am spending my time.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigoPES9-QuuK2p8DnlwTCclwYStQDx2nwrCTjEkuCxtEM5LlOE9XtICKnNFbTY74Zxl6tZZ6k0PCj5MaQPdNdGE1oR0G_2hgXruU4yzgEOcMsZ8KcwWAzAizN0MlbrkvPk3nH3w2ZLS49aYZ1PPzZ_nA3X8xPWktpqQuTU0KxR7ITkuR7AgMe2Y12esw/s3630/IMG_1916%20(2).JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3630" data-original-width="2722" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigoPES9-QuuK2p8DnlwTCclwYStQDx2nwrCTjEkuCxtEM5LlOE9XtICKnNFbTY74Zxl6tZZ6k0PCj5MaQPdNdGE1oR0G_2hgXruU4yzgEOcMsZ8KcwWAzAizN0MlbrkvPk3nH3w2ZLS49aYZ1PPzZ_nA3X8xPWktpqQuTU0KxR7ITkuR7AgMe2Y12esw/w219-h292/IMG_1916%20(2).JPG" width="219" /></a></div> We're 765 miles from Toledo -- see, I told you a lot of people from Ohio come here -- and 832 miles from Ann Arbor, Michigan. We're also 382 miles from Knoxville, Tennessee. And for you Anglophiles, we are 6548 miles from London, England. And then a dead giveaway, the arrow points south to Savannah, Georgia, which is 113 miles down the coast.</div><div><br /></div><div> So, yes, we're at the beach. But mostly we're here to visit our children and grandchildren. Is there any other reason for us grandparents to go anywhere, anytime?</div><div><br /></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-31070867157124112092023-01-28T12:01:00.000-05:002023-01-28T12:01:26.001-05:00What's Interesting About Florida?<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I've been on the road, traveling to and through Florida, for about ten days. For those of you who don't know Florida, I thought I'd tell you what's interesting about the state.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <b>The beach.</b> There's lots of it. There's so much of it that even though Florida is crowded, the beaches are not. Well, maybe there are a few crowded beaches -- South Beach? Fort Lauderdale? Lido Key? -- but that's only because people want to see and be seen. There are miles and miles of beautiful uncrowded beaches. And the sand is nice too. Where we go in South Carolina the sand is silty, almost muddy. The Florida beaches are made of warm golden sand that feels great between your toes.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <b>The water.</b> Not the water you drink. In fact, the drinking water in Florida is pretty bad. Stick to bottled water. But the ocean water is blue and clear and usually plenty warm. The waters of the Gulf of Mexico are even warmer and bluer, although they occasionally get Red Tide or some other kind of tide -- but that's unusual. For the most part the waters are beautiful.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <b>Historic downtowns.</b> Really? Am I kidding? For the most part Florida is one giant strip mall, with more muffler shops and pawn shops per square mile (I swear) than any other state in the Union. But, actually, a few towns have made efforts to make a small part of their downtown nice-looking and walkable. On this trip I've been to two of them: The little settlement of Eau Gallie in Melbourne, and the downtown riverfront in Fort Pierce.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <b>The weather.</b> It's been sunny and in the 70s every day since I crossed the border into Florida. We had a shower one morning, but it cleared up by noon. And . . . wait. I'm mistaken. On at least one day, maybe two, the temperature got up into the low 80s.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXU_2Ug--MAHKVHwW00FBCTetW_WNn_wKaAOaqF31JKT44jI2mGRZoebFR7zkUeCgcdtNKpeK6JliJsF1HCtfRFDYTb2uQFgZdI1NLo7G_QZqV54JiGeBb0Bn-Jw_UZPQ5KTcTcjlS4r2xQjsmM8cM1Bs2tB5_8OwmwQXCq7MX-2RT1-f5xI_WwZh80w/s3779/IMG_1879%20(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="3779" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXU_2Ug--MAHKVHwW00FBCTetW_WNn_wKaAOaqF31JKT44jI2mGRZoebFR7zkUeCgcdtNKpeK6JliJsF1HCtfRFDYTb2uQFgZdI1NLo7G_QZqV54JiGeBb0Bn-Jw_UZPQ5KTcTcjlS4r2xQjsmM8cM1Bs2tB5_8OwmwQXCq7MX-2RT1-f5xI_WwZh80w/w231-h166/IMG_1879%20(2).JPG" width="231" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <b>Fishing.</b> I'm not a fisherman, so I don't know first-hand. But the guy downstairs in my airbnb said he caught two big ones this morning. "Is that your dinner?" I asked. "No, I threw them back," he said. And who am I to doubt him?</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <b>Golf. </b>There are even more golf courses in Florida than there are strip malls . . . and that's saying something. Honestly, the courses are not spectacular -- they're flat and sandy, with lots of water and hardly any trees -- but where else can you meet up with a few friendly strangers who, by the third hole seem just like your old golfing friends at home?</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBhvI2ugc3B9c9oIBlwwItwBi2AuXY1vU-lOKh0yoKoIi_if_VdBJk1uY5uGednScrRdiyezlKsrNF59qqlNsLtHQoK2oa1z6FIIHOONZkA4IItQvLLzz6Ne8T0idyU4JMz63vxrEnp-ky_8kOShowhqU_Hl7-4h2fN5JgcQr-JHS0zGRUYjiWMgEV_Q/s3465/IMG_1882%20(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2599" data-original-width="3465" height="169" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBhvI2ugc3B9c9oIBlwwItwBi2AuXY1vU-lOKh0yoKoIi_if_VdBJk1uY5uGednScrRdiyezlKsrNF59qqlNsLtHQoK2oa1z6FIIHOONZkA4IItQvLLzz6Ne8T0idyU4JMz63vxrEnp-ky_8kOShowhqU_Hl7-4h2fN5JgcQr-JHS0zGRUYjiWMgEV_Q/w225-h169/IMG_1882%20(2).JPG" width="225" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <b> The food? </b>Well, about 99% of the food in Florida is fast food from the likes of McDonald's, Wendy's and Waffle House. But if you look for it, you can find some great local dishes. I found a super Mexican restaurant in Fort Pierce. And a fellow I played golf with told me about Sharky's out by the beach. The guy lives in Delaware and winters in Vero Beach. He told me Sharky's makes a good Philly cheesesteak, "Not as good as home, but pretty darn good. They also have a fantastic Mahi sandwich." Then his friend chimed in -- "And the shrimp is to die for." I can't stomach Philly cheesesteak. And I'm allergic to shrimp. So I got the Mahi sandwich, which was every bit as good as my new friend promised.</span><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <b>Family.</b> A lot of people come to Florida to visit parents and grandparents -- and lots of times brothers and sisters and nieces and nephews show up. We used to come to Florida when our kids were small and my parents were still alive, retired in South Florida. It's good to get together with family, especially when it's on vacation and it's sunny and in the 70s outside. I've been traveling alone so far, but in a couple of days I'll be meeting up with B, and then we're visiting my sister, and a few days later -- well, not in Florida, but in South Carolina -- we'll be meeting up with children and grandchildren, and for this old geezer, at this time of life, that's what it's all about.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> So if Florida is so wonderful, why didn't we retire here? For the rest of the story check out my post from last year <a href="https://sightingsat60.blogspot.com/2022/03/why-didnt-we-retire-to-florida.html"><b>Why Didn't We Retire to Florida?</b></a></span></p>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-12207100327758211342023-01-21T08:41:00.007-05:002023-01-21T08:47:46.763-05:0030 Seconds Of . . . <p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> This is the first time I've been to Florida since before the pandemic. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">As I sit here staring at the ocean, I don't have much to say.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> So</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I thought I'd just share a moment of peace and tranquility -- the kind you get staring across the sand as the waves roll in -- for anyone who can't get to the beach this winter. Enjoy!</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='467' height='341' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwYrn_uYjjSNmaorLVN7hxDfibcqq4Ce39lNb-PcyCLKnkcc6cmAwkYB34HBxxcYDn7_aQwFA8184nz2rJkUg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-41864187443508571722023-01-14T10:33:00.000-05:002023-01-14T10:33:23.373-05:00Florida ... or Bust?<p> I just read that Florida is the most popular state where retired Americans moved in 2022. No surprise there, I guess, although you'd think that the hurricanes might slow things down a bit. Apparently not.</p><p> According to <a href="https://blog.hireahelper.com/2022-study-where-americans-moved-to-retire-this-year/"><b>a study that came out in December</b></a>, Florida was number one. North Carolina took second spot. After that came Michigan (Michigan?!?), Arizona, Georgia, Pennsylvania (Pennsylvania?!?), and Washington state.</p><p> Well, I can explain Pennsylvania, if not Michigan.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWeb72LIKXXB-b7fBWBMz4y9F29xgXuRoeaP8v7hZRbYEb5kHaw7lTyt6r02mFQdtnwocW2YqnoHShFU9uKEklNddW4pRNZGNAjrVncAoYoMGMc2vMjpLc5JR08DVyQTGnl601VsR1a2jUvjOw2jpQnewyM2J7iqLP2ZtJA936XwiyZnfwr5zxtFPnWw/s612/istockphoto-466250879-612x612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="591" data-original-width="612" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWeb72LIKXXB-b7fBWBMz4y9F29xgXuRoeaP8v7hZRbYEb5kHaw7lTyt6r02mFQdtnwocW2YqnoHShFU9uKEklNddW4pRNZGNAjrVncAoYoMGMc2vMjpLc5JR08DVyQTGnl601VsR1a2jUvjOw2jpQnewyM2J7iqLP2ZtJA936XwiyZnfwr5zxtFPnWw/w110-h136/istockphoto-466250879-612x612.jpg" width="110" /></a></div> Pennsylvania provides a refuge from its high-tax, high-cost neighbors of New York, New Jersey and Maryland. Yet it's still in the Northeast with its cultural, educational and artistic advantages -- and easy access to the major cities like New York and Washington, DC.<p></p><p> And by the way, Philadelphia has its own advantages with its world-class symphony, museums, universities . . . and this year, anyway, a great football team!</p><p> But this week I'm joining the crowds heading to Florida. Not to live. Just to vacation for a while. Because (ahem, see above) Pennsylvania is in the Northeast where the winters are cold -- not New England cold, but cold enough. Right now the temperature is 32 degrees outside.</p><p> So next week I'll be reporting in as your stereotypical retired Snowbird from hopefully sunny Florida. After that we'll be visiting kids and grandkids in Charleston, SC. (Surprising to me, South Carolina did not make the list.) Stay safe, stay warm, stayed tuned.</p>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-73708092002804398172023-01-07T09:55:00.000-05:002023-01-07T09:55:34.300-05:00How Has America Changed?<p> I was born when Harry Truman was president. I don't remember him. But I do remember Ike and Elvis, and Ann Landers and and Billy Graham, and Bob Hope and Jimmy Stewart.</p><p> A lot has changed since those days of the 1950s and '60s. A lot has stayed the same.</p><p> For example, toilet paper today is no different from the toilet paper I grew up with. The house I live in is no different, either. My house was built in 1965, and despite some renovations through its various owners, it remains pretty much the same. My wife and I did redo the kitchen after we moved in. But we still have a refrigerator, a stove, a dishwasher and kitchen sink that aren't much different from what was here in 1965.</p><p> Of course, some things are very different. My phone, for example. My computer, which I have instead of . . . well, I still remember the Smith Corona electric typewriter I got when I was a junior in college. We used to get a daily newspaper delivered to our door. Now we get our news on cable or social media. The news is faster. But is it any better?</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUfA1UNoE0TZ3ZMsjDJkglPZ40htQMftKWCg2bNfxDu58DGgMOR9d_ET-Dj6BFoy7H5CErSg45JGAVROOeiEYg7jJafbMMnjDVe84SKmk913YZxLYQZ-KcGiLxNgTvRAz_3jXQh5xnwICDia4Z-XgWk_bEzTw5HcdmZ0_xj8Cy1pT0kAhyvGZu5fk9Xg/s612/istockphoto-1181991206-612x612.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="407" data-original-width="612" height="124" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUfA1UNoE0TZ3ZMsjDJkglPZ40htQMftKWCg2bNfxDu58DGgMOR9d_ET-Dj6BFoy7H5CErSg45JGAVROOeiEYg7jJafbMMnjDVe84SKmk913YZxLYQZ-KcGiLxNgTvRAz_3jXQh5xnwICDia4Z-XgWk_bEzTw5HcdmZ0_xj8Cy1pT0kAhyvGZu5fk9Xg/w185-h124/istockphoto-1181991206-612x612.jpg" width="185" /></a></div> Over Thanksgiving dinner my brother-in-law and his brothers started reminiscing about slide rules. Do you remember them? Haven't seen one of those in about 40 years.<p></p><p> Other things are the same but different at the same time. For example, my car. It basically works the same way that our family Buick worked back in the 1960s. Except our car now has seatbelts and airbags and automatic headlights and a rear-view camera. It's also Japanese, not American. Our next car might be a hybrid, or fully electric.</p><p> I wonder how much people have changed. When I was growing up people respected their elders and had a good old-fashioned Puritan work ethic. Now people are quiet-quitting, taking time off for paternity leave, retiring early.<br /></p><p> But maybe I'm just misremembering that old-fashioned work ethic. You know . . . how we walked to school waist-deep in snow, uphill, both ways?</p><p> Nevertheless, we did go to church on Sundays, we said the Pledge of Allegiance in school, and we had dinner as a family every night. And you could go all day without hearing a swear word. Today, perfectly respectable publications use the F-word, and you can hear it on TV as well -- not to mention the near ubiquitous use of lesser curse words that involve bodily functions and familial relationships. But one good thing. We do not hear the racial and religious epithets that were so casually thrown around when we were kids.</p><p> However, we do have more school shootings. Does that mean we have more guns, or more mental health problems? I don't know. But one thing that's about the same now as in the 1960s -- the murder rate. It averaged about 5 murders per 100,000 people in the 1960s. After going up in the 1970s and '80s, the rate is now back down to about 5 again. Would that be considered progress? Something else that hasn't changed: In the 1960s there was no constitutional right to an abortion. Laws were left to the states. Today, again, we're in the same situation.</p><p> We live longer than our parents and grandparents. Because we've given up smoking? But we're also more obese. Chalk up our longevity to advances in our much-maligned health care system. </p><p> We've certainly made advances in civil rights since the 1960s, for women, gays, people of color, people with disabilities. When James Meredith went to enroll in the University of Mississippi in 1962, only about 3% of African Americans went to college. Today it's 50%. Back in the early 1960s about 10% of women went to college compared to 20% for men. Today, more young women than men go to college -- 70% of women and 62% of men. </p><p> We now have many more material goods than our families did when we were kids. The 1965 house we currently live in has a one-car garage. Because people back then owned one car. But today a married couple typically drives two cars. Our neighbors across the street, with two grown children at home, owns four cars.</p><p> When I was growing up we had one TV. B and I still have one TV. But my friend Peter has four TVs, all of which get Netflix and various other streaming services. I'd venture to say that we all have more clothes, more books, more recreational equipment, more food, more kitchen gadgets, more knickknacks. (And also more debt?) We travel more than our parents and grandparents ever did. But here's the thing: Are we any happier?</p>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-68628170526753121992022-12-31T17:03:00.004-05:002022-12-31T17:10:12.184-05:00The Year in Review<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Another year over and done with. The years seem to go by faster and faster as we get older, don't they? So it's time to pause and reflect back on the important, memorable items of 2022.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <b>January.</b> For several years my wife B and I have been spending February in South Carolina. This year we decided to go early. We left on January 22. And what did we learn? South Carolina is <i>freezing </i>in January. We both came down with nasty colds (not Covid, we tested) but according to B our colds were especially bad because we'd been isolating due to Covid. Our immune systems were out of practice.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <b>February.</b> We spent the month in Charleston, visiting children and grandchildren. In the past, my sister would usually join us from Arizona. This year she was going to bring along her two-year-old granddaughter. But the girl was too young to get vaccinated, so my sister didn't risk the trip. B's sister did fly in for a few days. She got sick too. Aside from our own problems, Russia invaded Ukraine on Feb. 24th. It's a terrible situation. We thought it would be over soon. But now it seems like it's going to drag on for who-knows-how long. Let's hope it doesn't escalate and involve European or American troops or, God forbid, "tactical" nuclear weapons.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX021x09jf1CEAos0Es_N5qTVUwr5qNqwH-cHJuRiNePLsHI3C4e9zOAhn_zHM2AaGewU1U5EbVOY5oZ3kGWtNIszi37WRh1ssZyx5nmdDRYctFchHCZBELb5CrGONSQBidGmjrDPLqLaV4xdALwDWN7jU_OiurCPaFBJsUq3rYNaU2mkZzgzBgfNc1g/s604/year-6786741__340.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="604" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX021x09jf1CEAos0Es_N5qTVUwr5qNqwH-cHJuRiNePLsHI3C4e9zOAhn_zHM2AaGewU1U5EbVOY5oZ3kGWtNIszi37WRh1ssZyx5nmdDRYctFchHCZBELb5CrGONSQBidGmjrDPLqLaV4xdALwDWN7jU_OiurCPaFBJsUq3rYNaU2mkZzgzBgfNc1g/w389-h180/year-6786741__340.jpg" width="389" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> <b>March.</b> When we got home we started in on our Center for Learning in Retirement. We hosted a discussion group on foreign policy and covered topics involving Asia and Latin America, as well as how changing demographics and climate change are affecting U. S. foreign policy. We had some lively and informative discussions. I remember how I used to dismiss older people as out-of-it and irrelevant. But our group has a good historical background. Some of them have lived and worked overseas. And all of them had sharp, cogent comments about the state of the world. Maybe it's not so bad to have an 80-year-old president.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <b>April. </b>Speaking of Joe Biden, a Federal judge struck down his mask mandate on airlines. A mistake, in my opinion. Also in April we found out inflation has risen to 8.5%. We're glad we already reserved our place in Charleston for next February when the price will no doubt be even higher. At this rate, how much longer will be be able to afford to go?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <b>May.</b> This month we crossed the threshold of 1 million Covid deaths. And yet . . . it's hard to find anyone wearing a mask, anywhere. Partly because of that, we haven't been going to restaurants. But now it's getting warm enough to eat outside. I love summer!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <b>June.</b> The Federal Reserve raised interest rates by 0.75%. That really doesn't affect us. We no longer have a mortgage. We paid off our car loan last year. Maybe this will mean we'll finally get some interest paid on our retirement savings accounts. In other news, Ketanji Jackson Brown was sworn in as the first black female on the Supreme Court.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <b>July.</b> Another mass shooting -- this one in Highland Park, Ill. Biden signed into law new gun-safety regulations. Do you think they will do any good?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <b>August.</b> We drove out to Madison, Wisconsin, to see my daughter and granddaughter. Madison is a university town and a "happening" place. Then we took a side trip to see the Frank Lloyd Wright house in Spring Green, WI. Author Salman Rushdie was attacked while giving a presentation at the Chautauqua Institution in upstate New York. We spent a week at Chautauqua a few years ago. It's a great place. And I guess it goes to show that nobody needs a gun to inflict pain and suffering. At least the guy didn't shoot up the audience.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <b>September.</b> We try to do an end-of-summer week or two in Cape Cod. But this year we decided instead to go to a place where the water is warm -- Charleston, SC. What we didn't count on was a hurricane. Hurricane Fiona brushed by the coast causing no rain but heavy surf. A few days later Hurricane Ian took dead aim at Charleston. We got out of there. Turned out Ian caused some flooding in the area, but nothing like what it did to Florida.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <b>October.</b> A U. S. House Committee subpoenaed Trump for documents and testimony relating to January 6, 2021. I don't know about you, but as horrible as the attack on the capitol was, I still think this investigation looks like revenge -- and it's certainly looking backwards. I wish instead that Congress could focus its efforts on bringing down inflation, on climate change, on the crisis at the border, the Federal deficit, the underfunding of Social Security and health care, and the list goes on and on. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <b>November.</b> The election. Republicans main a few gains, but Democrats did better than expected. In other words, more gridlock, more fighting, more arguments and angst. But is that so bad?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <b>December.</b> News reports say that travel has rebounded for the holidays. We just went to B's sister's house for Thanksgiving and Christmas, an hour-and-a-half drive away. My son and his girlfriend came down from New York for a day. We saw other family members on Zoom -- a technology I'd never even heard of in 2020 but now seems as simple as picking up the phone. So it's been a quiet December, at least for us, even if the world is still in turmoil.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> What did I miss? More importantly, what do you suppose 2023 will bring? </span></p>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-35131563193164329462022-12-24T10:39:00.000-05:002022-12-24T10:39:11.059-05:00The Latest Thing<p> Here's my Christmas list for this year:</p><p> Large bottle of Tylenol.</p><p> Ice pack.</p><p> Tube of CBD cream.</p><p> Two knee braces.</p><p> One ankle brace.</p><p> New pickleball racket.</p><p> Yes, pickleball racket. A few years ago I started playing pickleball. I took a series of introductory group lessons and played a half a dozen pickup games. Then I blew out my left knee. I haven't played since -- until a few weeks ago. Now, throwing caution to the winds, I've started playing again.</p><p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzwQUFba9F1XTeRWrEiXA7CgtnWSYnYVTxwE9cQYdP1CvuEyN9Z3-crhvHE8WGiSR6-PidAdeQ2gdkQUg8Kva0MTGmZup18yZpCg9bafHeNccA5AGduqH60laMSF-ztV8aukIgV_RV8fQAdNg9jLCo_gxL3Kp8utJX0VtfrVvGZn1vS5LTo2x1SQ__aw/s4032/IMG_1830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="190" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzwQUFba9F1XTeRWrEiXA7CgtnWSYnYVTxwE9cQYdP1CvuEyN9Z3-crhvHE8WGiSR6-PidAdeQ2gdkQUg8Kva0MTGmZup18yZpCg9bafHeNccA5AGduqH60laMSF-ztV8aukIgV_RV8fQAdNg9jLCo_gxL3Kp8utJX0VtfrVvGZn1vS5LTo2x1SQ__aw/w143-h190/IMG_1830.JPG" width="143" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My old pickleball racket</td></tr></tbody></table> Pickleball is the latest craze for seniors. It's a cross between table tennis (which I've played off-and-on for years) and tennis (which I played when I was younger but I was never very good). The game is played on half a tennis court, with a solid fiberglass or composite paddle and a whiffle ball, and since it's almost always played as doubles, there's only a little bit of running involved.</p><p> If my knees hold out, I think I'll enjoy the game, meet a few people, and get some exercise. But, ultimately, it's up to my knees. And my ankle as well.</p><p> For a guy who's pushed past 70, I'm in decent shape. I'm not overweight. Don't have heart problems. No diabetes. But I do suffer from arthritis. I have chronic arthritis in my ankle and both knees, due primarily to old injuries. I have arthritis in my back, due to sitting behind a desk for 40 years.</p><p> I also blame my parents for the bad bones. My dad dealt with back pain for as long as I can remember, and my mother got osteoporosis later in life. I don't know how much arthritis is hereditary. But both my sisters also have bone issues. One has had surgery on her foot and her shoulder. The other has had both knees replaced.</p><p> I have not gone under the knife myself -- although I've considered it, and may yet get to that point. Instead, over the years I've been through several rounds of physical therapy, and to this day I do stretching exercises every night for my back, my knees, my ankle.</p><p> I've had cortisone shots in my knees. Then in September I went through a round of prednisone. I don't know if you've taken prednisone, but that stuff must be dangerous. The doctors didn't prescribe it lightly, and the list of side effects is a long as my arm. But I took it for six days and experienced no side effects -- and it worked its magic on me.</p><p> Still, now before I play pickleball, I take a couple of Advil or Tylenol. After I get home I ice my knees. Sometimes I rub some CBD ointment on my knee and ankle. I think that helps a little. But it's hard to tell. It might just be the placebo effect.</p><p> I'm always wondering if there's anything I can do to slow down arthritis, to keep the pain down. There's a lot of advice about diet. The problem is that none of it is conclusive.</p><p> Everyone agrees that eating plenty of vegetables, especially broccoli and cauliflower and spinach, is good for arthritis, as well as virtually every other health issue we have. We're supposed to consume lots of fiber, and restrict intake of salt and sugar. People disagree about milk and milk products -- although no one thinks eating a lot of cheese is a good idea. But that may be as much for the salt content as its milk content.</p><p> The truth of the matter is that you can't eat your way out of arthritis. There's no real "cure." Pain killers might help. Surgery can be useful for severe cases. But for most of us the best medicine is exercise -- stretching for sure, as well as light-to-moderate, low-impact movement like swimming, walking, biking. And, hopefully, pickleball.</p><p> I did ask my doctor if playing pickleball is okay. His basic response was that the best thing to do is keep moving. So do anything, as long as it doesn't hurt -- although he did tell me not to run long distances (no danger of that!). He recommended biking and swimming because they are low impact and they build strength. But he said, don't buy a bike and then never use it. Do some exercise that you will actually do.</p><p> So it's pickleball for me. I just hope that, uh, I'm being careful what I wish for. </p>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626594980028435818.post-52591113088306832212022-12-17T16:57:00.001-05:002022-12-17T22:24:42.912-05:00Top of the Heap<p> <span style="font-family: inherit;"> I consider myself a reader. I wasn't always that way. I remember as a kid, my dad and my teachers tried to get me to read books all the time. I read what I had to in middle and high school. But truthfully, I'd always rather be outside playing with friends.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> I became a reader in college -- after all, I majored in English literature. But I think what turned the corner for me was being able to read outside. I remember those bracing fall days and soft spring afternoons, sitting on the stoop of a college building, reading through Hardy and Hemingway, Wordsworth and Yeats, as well as non-fiction writers like Thomas Carlyle and John Stuart Mill.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> I've been reading a lot ever since, but never more than now. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> Before Covid, I used to say I read a book a week. But I really didn't. I keep a log. Before 2020, I would top out between 45 and 50 a year. But when I was stuck at home with the pandemic, my count went up to about 60 a year. Now that Covid is largely over -- or ignored -- I am getting out more, but still somehow reading more books. Right now I'm on my 63rd book of the year.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> But of course, the other side of the equation is that I'm always looking for good books to read. So if you have any suggestions . . . </span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> Meanwhile, I thought I would be in a position to recommend some books. So here are my Top Ten of the year (with publication dates so you know how old they are). Disclosure: I tend to read mysteries and histories. My wife reads a lot of memoirs, self-help books and pop psychology. So if you want that, you'll have to ask her.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> Here's my countdown:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> <b><i>10. The Order</i> by Daniel Silva</b> (2020). Archbishop Luigi Donati is summoned to the Vatican. The pope has been found dead. Donati calls friend Gabriel Allon (longtime Silva character), a top Israeli spy vacationing in Venice. They suspect the pope has been murdered by a secret right-wing group, the Order of St. Helena, so it could take over the Catholic church. Several people are killed before Donati confronts the papal conclave, just in time and with remarkable results. It's a thriller alright, but pretty far-fetched.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> <b><i>9. The Woman in the Library</i> by Sulari Genrill</b> (2022). Australian writer offers a clever mystery focusing on four young Bostonians -- Freddie, Cain, Whit and Marigold -- who become fast friends when they hear a woman scream in the library. The woman is found dead. A homeless man -- friend of Cain's -- is knifed to death. Whit gets stabbed. His mother is attacked. Who's the culprit? Is it Cain the ex-con? Too obvious. One of the other three? Or Freddie's neighbor who writes creepy letters? Some might find the novel manipulative, but it's still a great read. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> <b><i>8. In the Morning I'll Be Gone</i> by Adrian McGinty</b> (2019). Irish detective Sean Duffy is a Catholic working for the RUC of Northern Ireland in the early 1980s. Duffy is trying to track down IRA terrorist Dermot McCann who's planning a major strike. But no one will talk ... until Duffy finds Mary Fitzpatrick, Dermot's mother-in-law, who will turn him in if Duffy solves the murder of her daughter. It's a clever plot that ultimately leads to a shootout in front of Margaret Thatcher's hotel. The story is well-crafted, and Duffy a sympathetic and believable detective.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh54s4lOxp1vWN5KUJEd5yZsUNDtPrctyYFQvfFOxjjUlgLNvILnHIxx-rzDdKpBJZhEu9voW0UTKn-_ur_C1uiK52iy1vnNato4633mPFo1fVfjFPs5DtUSmU9BYUDtlzYrLzzdUxb8Ye7SbwPm-ZFIOtnmJ8ocV6TF5de6HI7bJEj5HLOdfhJ6Q_v7Q/s218/71VTIUNTI0L._AC_UY218_.webp" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="218" data-original-width="143" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh54s4lOxp1vWN5KUJEd5yZsUNDtPrctyYFQvfFOxjjUlgLNvILnHIxx-rzDdKpBJZhEu9voW0UTKn-_ur_C1uiK52iy1vnNato4633mPFo1fVfjFPs5DtUSmU9BYUDtlzYrLzzdUxb8Ye7SbwPm-ZFIOtnmJ8ocV6TF5de6HI7bJEj5HLOdfhJ6Q_v7Q/w100-h152/71VTIUNTI0L._AC_UY218_.webp" width="100" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"> <b><i>7. The Maid</i> by Nita Prose</b> (2022). A mystery narrated by simple hotel maid Molly Gray, who is presumably "on the spectrum." She finds the body of wealthy businessman, Mr. Black, in his hotel room. But what else did she see? And can you believe it? It's clever, to be sure, but sometimes reads like a fairy tale.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> <b><i>6. Prague Fatale</i> by Philip Kerr</b> (2011). Book No 8 of 14 in the excellent Bernie Gunther series, loosely based on the real-life assassination of Reinhold Heydrich in May 1942. Heydrich summons Gunther to Prague to flush out a possible assassin. When Heydrich's adjutant Albert Kuttner is found dead in a locked room, Gunther has to solve the case ... or else. Complications arise as Gunther unmasks the murderer and the real point of the investigation is revealed. Nobody does it like the cynical but honest-to-a-fault Bernie Gunther, and nobody writes like Philip Kerr who left us too early in 2018 at age 62.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span> <b><i> 5. M</i></b><b style="color: #181818; font-family: inherit;"><i>arco Polo: The Journey that Changed the World </i>by John Man<i> </i></b><span style="color: #181818; font-family: inherit;">(2014). Retells and analyzes the famous late-1200s trip to China made by Marco Polo, along with father Niccolo and uncle Maffeo. The trio spent over 20 years trekking across Asia, and at the behest of Kublai Khan (grandson of Genghis Khan) traveled extensively around China. After Marco returned to Venice he was captured in a sea battle against Genoa, and while in prison he dictated his adventures to a friend. He tells some fantastic tales, and according to Man some of them are actually true. Fascinating book opens your eyes to Asian geography and history.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> <b><i>4. A Short History of Reconstruction </i>by Eric Foner </b>(2015) An updated and shortened (350 pgs. instead of 650 pgs.) version of his original book chronicles the path of reconstruction from 1863 - 1877. There was some progress, he concludes, in the development of black citizenship and changes in worker relationships, but ultimately Reconstruction was a failure because of resistance from the Democrats, factionalism among Republicans, weak cotton markets, the depression of the 1870s, and KKK violence. The book, honestly, is not an easy-to-read narrative like we get from Erik Larson or Candace Millard. It's more analytic and legalistic. Still, a must-read for anyone with even a passing interest in the era.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> <b><i>3. The Lioness</i> by Chris Bohjalian</b> (2022). I'm a Chris Bohjalian fan, so I love his novels. In this latest book it's 1964 and movie star Katie Batstow is leading a group of Hollywood types on a photo safari in the Serengeti. They're ambushed by a gang of Russian mercenaries and held captive. There are fistfights, gunfights, animals attacks. Several people die. It's all told through the different characters, which I found a little awkward, but it's still a rip-roaring tale of intrigue and adventure.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> <b><i>2</i></b></span><b style="font-family: inherit;"><i>. River of the Gods</i> by Candace Millard</b><span style="font-family: inherit;"> (2022). One of my favorite history writers takes on the search for the Nile. She does a good job, especially in giving us a taste of the age of exploration in the 19th century. But the material lets her down a little as our hero, rebellious Englishman Richard Burton, is upstaged by second-in-command John Speke who stole the glory by reaching Nyanza, aka Lake Victoria, and connecting to the Nile. Only in the epilogue does Millard tell us what we've wondered all along: a British explorer in 2006 traced the actual source to Nyanza's largest feeder the Kagera River, now considered the most remote headwater of the Nile.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQb4-NjsxSaODAu9FnRw70oU24mRGa9Wbp2a3ZWbxjkbPnEovz8y7TjzEOEqEQFBsq8m9xgTKWU1HZTkFUG3JObHBciThw5sUUwIwtO3jxVOF4OTN9mpqoklGggGxTJDBZM3CCiAiTnYzXfWCIl8iyeLDsuqf_wVIGh_tyAYjyvdcSeeZtpOi4WOsXmg/s218/91Eja+h3NxL._AC_UY218_.webp" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="218" data-original-width="142" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQb4-NjsxSaODAu9FnRw70oU24mRGa9Wbp2a3ZWbxjkbPnEovz8y7TjzEOEqEQFBsq8m9xgTKWU1HZTkFUG3JObHBciThw5sUUwIwtO3jxVOF4OTN9mpqoklGggGxTJDBZM3CCiAiTnYzXfWCIl8iyeLDsuqf_wVIGh_tyAYjyvdcSeeZtpOi4WOsXmg/w97-h149/91Eja+h3NxL._AC_UY218_.webp" width="97" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> <b><i>1. Powers and Thrones </i>by Dan Jones </b>(2021) If you think you live in a brutal world now, take a look at the Middle Ages, from the fall of Rome in the 400s to the Black Death of the 1300s, and beyond to the conquering of the new worlds in the 1500s. This is a very readable, accessible account of a thousand years of history (as opposed to some of his other books which focus in great detail on specific eras). I'd recommend to all amateur historians.</span></p><p> Honorable Mentions:</p><p> Too many to ... uh, mention. There's <i>Crossroads, </i>Jonathan Franzen's latest<b> </b>novel<b> </b>from 2021. <i>Vermeer's Hat by </i>Timothy Brook, an interesting look at 17th century history. <i>The Men Who United the States</i> by one of my favorite history writers Simon Winchester. <i>Bewilderment </i>a 2021 "sciencey" novel by Richard Powers, <i>The Current</i>, an interesting Midwestern mystery by Tim Johnston, <i>The Thin Light of Freedom </i>by historian Edward L. Ayers about the end of the Civil War.</p><p> One more thing. I asked for Michael Connelly's new book <i>Desert Star</i> for Christmas. That'll surely be on my best-of list for 2023!</p>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.com20