Thursday, September 19, 2013

An Open Letter to Our Grandchildren


I wanted to clear up a few misconceptions the three of you have about your grandmother and I.  We are not in fact, older than dirt.  Dirt was invented in the 1920’s, almost thirty years before we were born.  Many years ago we too knew everything, just like you do today.  But over the years they kept changing things, and now we’re not sure about much.  But we have you to set us straight.

Your Mom used to know everything, too.  Even her everything was different from yours though.  Video games were invented when she was a kid; video itself wasn’t invented until grandma and I were fully grown.  Shortly before your Mom was born, sex was invented.  Up until then, nobody was sure where babies came from or even about where to put what.  Drinking and drugs didn’t exist back then except for the same drinking and same drugs that are popular today for the most part. Nor was there any peer pressure to do stupid crap.  We did our own stupid crap and strangely enough, it was a lot like your stupid crap.

Our Moms were all mean, so grandma had no choice but to be mean too.  One of you will be a mean mom someday unless you skip the kids thing.  By definition then, your Mom too…

When you’re all grown up and Mom and Dad finally let you be yourself, say around 35 or 40 years old, you’ll be able to see how all of it fits together, since you’ll already be on the road to not so sure anymore.  Our most important hope for you, just like your parents’, is for you to turn out right.  We want you to be a good person who tries their best and cares about others.  Nothing else is critically important, except maybe rich and good-looking.

So my advice to you is to do what we did and what your mother did.  Make mostly good choices, learn from your mistakes, and try not to get caught.

We Love You.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Hypocrisy - Part I


Ryan Braun is now an admitted cheater and I might add, an inexplicably unindicted criminal.  A-Rod most likely is, too.  Cleaning up the game of baseball is certainly the right thing to do, but the end won’t justify the means.  Baseball’s antitrust exemption apparently allows them to ignore every principle of due process, and their hypocrisy confirms that they’ve carefully read Robert Ringer’s “Winning Through Intimidation”.  But then we’re all well along that path with our social media outrages and demands for non-legal punishment for anyone we don’t agree with.  But Saddam was a bad man, maybe a lttle worse than Paula Dean.

MLB bullied witnesses all over Florida, sued Anthony Bosch and then cut a deal with him.  They bought his testimony, promised him they would back off their suit.  May I point out that Anthony is ALSO a criminal.  In their latest sham move, they suspended a Milwaukee Brewer – a team going nowhere, but nevertheless owned by the Commish himself.  This was crafted to give the appearance of being serious about the issue of PEDs, but was actually calculated to add credibility to a criminal’s testimony.  Braun has confirmed that Bosch is telling the truth in his case, and then by extension he must also be telling the truth in all other cases.  Kind of greasing the skids.  Braun gets to come back next year after stealing an MVP from Matt Kemp and gaming the system.  All in addition to his criminal use of PEDs and violation of Baseball’s worthless CBA.

And who punishes MLB for these crimes?:

·         Tampering with a witness (witnesses)

·         Extortion

·         Bribery

·         Breach of Contract (suspensions may be issued for Failed Drug tests – they don’t have one.)

We should be outraged.  We should demand justice and fairness.  We should demand criminal charges against Braun, Rodriguez and MLB (and all the other players implicated).  We should demand they be banned for life if convicted, not offered a deal.  We should stop the hypocrisy.

If I’m Braun or Rodriguez or Cruz or whoever, I fight.  I fight based on MLB’s crimes, based on breach of contract.  Take it far enough and they would surely win.  They’ll never get a jury to convict based on such tainted and manipulated evidence.

As a Yankee fan, I would love to see A-Rod gone.  That’s what they’re pushing for, and if nobody holds MLB’s feet to the fire, that’s what we’ll finally get.  But just like the tainted records these players put up, MLB’s actions are despicable and worthless.

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

The Closer

Music connects us to memories.  Just a few notes on the radio can take us back to a place and time, bringing with it a flood of memories and emotions.  There are lots of tunes that do that to me, I can be taken back to preteen days, high school, my Navy days, my wedding and so on.  Sometimes there are very strong emotions, sometimes just a smile or mild discomfort.  This is about the one musical trigger that is the strongest in my life.

When I was ten years old, my parents pushed me into the drum corps world.  They thought it would be a good experience for me and also keep me “off the streets”.  I struggled trying to learn to read music, something I still can’t do, but when the instructors at the St. Brendan Cadets found out I was much better at marching than I was at 2nd soprano bugle, I moved up from a new kid in training mode to a marching member of the corps, even though I was told to avoid trying to play my horn during competitions.  During the summer of ’62, I marched in competitions every weekend all over the tri-state area.  It was one of the most memorable experiences I’ve ever had and for more than 50 years, drum corps moves me more than any other form of entertainment.  Let’s say the connection is strong.

At the end of the year, I dropped out of the activity, largely because I hadn’t mastered sheet music and hadn’t really learned to play.  My two brothers were later able to keep learning and polishing their musical skills, and today they both are very accomplished musicians.  My sister makes music with the language and like me, is connected to music mainly through the ears.

Junior drum corps, where you may march in competition until the last season that you can finish before turning 21, formed Drum Corps International in 1972.  DCI in its early years convinced PBS to televise their annual Championship competition and I used to tape it every year.  I would then transfer the music to a cassette and loved to listen to it in the car.  After several years of TV broadcasts, DCI figured out that they could drastically cut their fan base by making it a pay-per-view event and then selling DVDs and MP3s, so I wore out a few of those cassettes.  Enough background.

Shortly after our son was born in 1976, in a what-were-we-thinking moment, we got a puppy.  He was a black and gray Benji type and had a great disposition.  He became the best dog I’ve ever owned and set an unrealistic standard that our only dog since had no chance of coming close to.  We named him Scooter.

Almost everybody thinks their dog is smart, or the cutest or well-behaved.  Scooter was cute as hell, he would understand commands and do what he was told for an incredible range of things I told him to do.  My tone or my exact words didn’t matter, he seemed to actually understand.  He was very affectionate and he and I had a very strong bond.  I would say “go lay down” and he would back up a few feet and lie down.  If I then said “in the kitchen” he would get up and trot into the kitchen.  He would obey if I combined the two and would fetch a named object.  I was proud of him.

He would wake from a nap and go sit at the front door about five minutes before I got home from work.  He would intently stare at the door, and start wagging his tail when my car was half a block away.  When I came in, he would wag his whole body, so excited to see me, and would loudly greet me with what sounded like “Hello”, at least as well as all of the YouTube videos you’ve seen.  He sensed your mood so well that if you glanced at him, he would either come running or stay put, as appropriate.  Rare in my life.

When he and our son were teenagers, he got sick and lethargic.  Scooter stopped eating and after about a week, he went to the vet.  Nothing specific was identified and we went home with instructions to wait and see,  He got better.  He started eating again and had more energy – it didn’t last but a few weeks.  I remember the day that I came home from work, and when I opened the front door it hit him.   He didn’t move and Helen, who was standing at the top of stairs simply said “he can’t get up” with as much pained emotion as anyone is capable of.  I picked him up and rushed to the vet.  They would do some tests and try to find out what was wrong.

I was working in Basking Ridge at the time and Helen was working at the Andover A&P.  The vet called my office the next day and told me that they ran blood tests and took x-rays and that they had found a massive abdominal tumor.  It was inoperable and they recommended putting him down.  They needed one of us to come and sign a permission form.  I called Helen, and she was able to leave work and drive the two miles to the vet.  It was right after lunch as I recall and as much as I didn’t want to, I hung in there until 5 and then started the 30 mile ride home.

The tape that was in the dash of my truck was my direct-from-tv recording of the 1988 DCI championships.  That year was the only one where the order of appearance was not determined by previous scores.  Normally the corps with the highest preliminary scores would perform last; second place would perform next to last and so on.  This practice tended to ensure that the results would follow appearance order.  The judges would award scores “leaving room” for higher scores for the performances to come.  In 1988 they had a lottery for appearance order and the Madison Scouts, one of two remaining all-male corps and a BSA Explorer troop were to perform last.  They finished fifth in the semifinals, but had a very strong performance.  They went on to win the ‘88 championship, so DCI abandoned the lottery and went back to the old ways – still followed today.  Madison was what was playing when I turned on the player.

As I drove North on 206, my mind was racing.  I alternated between extreme sadness and worry for my son.  But when Madison began playing their closing number, I broke down, pulled over and began to cry.  There is a French horn solo a little after the 4-minute mark.  While this young man soulfully wailed away, I sobbed uncontrollably.

No single piece of music evokes more feeling in me than this one.  It will always mean Scooter.  I give you “Malaguena”.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Where's the Reason?

There have been lots of different oppositional responses to the President's call for new gun measures, and the one that seems to jump out as having some merit is based on the assertion that we already have enough gun laws, they just need to be enforced.  When you couple that with the hard and absolutely true fact that the "law-abiding gun owners" are not the problem (no generality is perfect), its not that hard to understand some of the oppositon to additional measures.  Or is it?

Some years ago, an amendment to a rather insignificant federal spending bill became law.  The amendment is called the "Tiarht Amendment" after its "author" and sponsor, Rep. Todd Tiarht (R-KS).  Apparently the wording of this amendment was reviewed and blessed by the NRA ("reviewed and blessed" in this case can probably be read as "written by").  For extensive details and dates around this little amendment, click HERE.

Among the effects of the Tiarht Amendment is the requirement that all successful firearms background checks be destroyed within 24 hours, making a review for mistakes impossible, and eliminating the identification of unscupulous gun dealers.  The amendment also bars the ATF from requiring inventories by licensed gun dealers, and bars law enforcement from tracing guns beyond a single, specific case.  Enforcement by the ATF is pretty much blocked.

So what gun controls do we already have that we can enforce?  Study the following list of various crimes under New Jersey law, there will be a test.

Applies To Crime Degree of Crime
Stun Gun Possession 4
Dum Dum bullets Possession 4
Hollow Point bullets Possession 4
Defaced Firearm Possession 4
Silencer Possession 4
Imitation Firearm Possession 4
Firearms Possession by a convict or person commited to a Mental Health Instution 4
Destructive Devices Possession 3
Sawed off Shotgun Possession 3
BB or Pellet Gun Possession without Permit 3
Rifle or Shotgun Possession without a Firearms Purchaser ID card 3
Loaded Rifle or Shotgun Possession except when otherwise permitted 3
Firearms False information on an application 3
Any Firearm Possession for Unlawful Purpose 2
Firearm Possession with a Controlled Susbtance Violation 2
Machine Gun Possession 2
Handgun Possession without Permit 2
Assault weapon Possession of operable unlicensed or operable unregistered 2

Right up front, let's acknowledge that this is far from a complete list, but I didn't rig it in any way.  There are exceptions, exclusions and mitigating factors that apply in most of the crimes in the table.  I am not a lawyer, so I can't guarantee that I haven't overlooked or oversimplified anything.  For blog purposes, all of it is close enough, since there's been no intentionally made errors or attempts to deceive.

There are four degrees of crimes, then there's disorderly persons and misdemeanors.  There are sentencing guidelines for the four degrees and all I want to draw your attention to revolves around those four degrees.  NJ Sentencing Guidelines allow that for 3rd and 4th degree crimes, a judge may choose to impose no prison time for a first offender.  No weapons-related crime is a 1st degree crime, but if there was one, it would call for a prison term of not more than 20 years.  We'll come back to that.

In round numbers, there are 30,000 gun deaths every year in the US.  About 17,000 of those are suicides, about which I won't speculate as to whether legal or illegal guns are used.  Its probably fair to assume that the overwhelming majority of the remaining 13,000 involve illegal guns since we all know that by definition, "law-abiding" citizens don't cause gun deaths (generality).  Please note as well that mass shootings account for a tiny fraction of the 13,000.

Of the major points in the President's proposals, only the background check provisions have any potential to reduce the number of illegal guns, unless of course some additional types of guns become illegal.  So what can we do apart from going back up and clicking the link to the Tiarht Amendment Google search page and making clucking noises as we read.  We can start with fixing the damage Tiarht did and then...

Change the crime degrees of all of the offenses in the table, making them all more serious crimes.  If we want the crime to stop, put the criminals in jail for some real time - no more slaps on the wrist.  Give the public an amnesty period after we change the severity, where they can turn in illegal weapons without penalty and/or get a reward for information leading to the confiscation of illegal guns.  Somehow though, I expect the gun lobby would twist such an idea into an attack on the 2nd amendment rights of "law-abiding" citizens.

And of course this idea would cost money.  Money is the great motivator in everything that happens or doesn't happen in our country.  Think of all the lost, unreported income from illegal gun sales.

Ok, now comes the test I promised.  You may want to review the table again.

Q.  Why is possession of a BB gun without a permit a more serious crime than possession of cop-killer bullets or a defaced gun?  Explain, give examples.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Soon to be As Seen on TV


Caution:  The following post may contain material too graphic for young children who don’t need to know that dogs poop.

Throughout the course of history, many great men have gone under the radar, in particular in the times before radar was invented, which brings me directly to the point right here in the very first sentence, inventions.  But before I stay on point, a few things need to be said.

Behind all of these great men, to which I referred in the first paragraph, was a woman.  Not necessarily a great woman, although most of them are (right dear?), but rather a woman who had that expression on her face, the one that’s a cross between pity and disgust.  Most men know this expression well, having seen it nearly every time they select clothes to wear, or breathe.  Some men misinterpret this look as simply a “what a doofus” signal, and then give the shirt thing another shot.  I would suggest that those men take another look at Alice Kramden.

And another thing: Inventing doesn’t come easy, and minor details often get overlooked.  Sometimes a brilliant idea is underappreciated and the inventor never sees the recognition he deserves in his lifetime.  I cite as examples: 1) the guy who invented the speed bump and 2) the inventor of that little box and chain thingy you have to put a quarter into so you can shop in a supermarket.  They both overlooked the same minor detail – people will hate it.

So what have we learned?  Actually not very much at all, so now would be a good time to get the kiddies out of the room because I’m about to describe my most brilliant invention to date (although tomorrow is another day).

When inventing, which is usually while you’re waiting for something else to happen, the first thing to consider is “What problem am I trying to solve?”  I’ve given this first step a lot of thought, nearly forty minutes actually, and here’s the problem – dogs poop.  Most people prefer that this “event” occur outside, on someone else’s property, during an eclipse so nobody notices.  Unfortunately eclipses are rare, and neighbors have a nasty habit of noticing crap (double entendre), so you have to clean it up, which implies by implication, that you must be present for this “event”.  It might be dark (preferable), or raining, or cold, or during a rerun of “The Honeymooners” (don’t forget to look at Alice with your new eyes).  Wouldn’t it be great if the dog could attend these “events” alone?  By the way, it became safe to let the kiddies back in the room four sentences back (now five).

Unfortunately, unless you live alone on an island with said dog, you can’t just let him/her/it out without a) a leash and b) you on the other end of the leash.  And so I offer my invention (which I believe is now protected by copyright at least, since I’m describing it in a post I’ve written myself on my personal blog which you can’t even legally quote from without the express written consent of Major League Baseball) for your consideration, crowdsourcing and pre-ordering.  Editors Note: that last part after the “)” goes with the first part that appears before the “(“ and can be found several lines back.  You may continue when ready…

It’s this bubble thingy which keeps the dumping dog dry and levitates about an inch above ground by means of several hair dryers that had their heating elements removed (you can buy a heated version if your animal is special and might get cold, which leaves the heating element in one of the dryers (nested parenthetical goes here – if you need the heated version, you might also want the one with rhinestones, available at no additional cost, just pay separate shipping and handling) and even one that dispenses dog treats) (end of parentheticals – actually this is one, too).

I know what you’re saying, or at least I can tell that your lips are moving right about now.  This bubble thingy (working name – “iEvent”) has many indispensable features that address all of your concerns – I’ve thought of everything!  Here’s a partial list:

·         Electronic leash that can keep the whole thing from chasing cars, other dogs etc. and automatically makes the unit return to the docking station.

·         Docking Station.

·         Air sensors that detect “events”.

·         Powerful Lasers that in response to and Air sensor alert, completely obliterate the (kiddies out) poop. (kiddies back)

·         Optional mister that dispenses our patent eligible “Eau de Wet Dog” upon docking (similar function to pine scented candles that you use because you have an artificial tree).

·         Two-color shipping box, suitable for framing.

I admit there are a few minor wrinkles to be ironed out (The preliminary stages of inventing an invention wrinkle remover have just begun).  I’m going to need about $5 million to see this through to production, Lasers are expensive.

Sometimes my dear wife gets that look, too.  I say the “Chef of the Future” was ahead of his time (not a double entendre).