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Where there is Fear there is Courage.

Where there is Love there is Forgiveness.

Where there is a Question there is Knowledge.

Evidence of this, that and the other becomes obvious by doing The Next Thing.

What else does one need to know?



When cell phones became popular so did certain new behaviors. Telephone conversations were traditionally thought of as private activities and as the preference for the convenience of mobile apparatus gained popularity, experiments occurred.

One such common behavior existed in the hallways of large institutions in the corporate beltways of large cities. As one walked down any hall there could be seen dozens of handheld Motorola brick- phones, each one held to an ear, attached to a skull which rested atop a leaning body, with that head resting against the wall as though somehow this was a proven method for oreventing the sound waves from proceeding into the lives of nearby “others”.

A few years later there was a story going around about female college students placing their cell phones in their panties after setting them on vibrate. Cooperative boyfriends  would then call during class. Text? No. Sext? Oh, so that’s where that word came from.

This afternoon I took a break from my Friday docent activities at the Gallery@CityHall. It was cold indoors; I wanted some of that 110 degree heat. Arriving on the patio I looked around for a smoking area, wanting to keep the occupants thereof at a safe distance.

Immediately I spotted a smoker 100 feet away texting in a manner I recognized immediately. The thumb on her left hand was pointed toward Heaven. The next two digits held a ciggie and the fourth finger handled text as her pinkie mimed the usual pinkie behavior that one normally associates with drinking tea from a tiny china cup.

As she pecked away, the ash grew long and eventually fell onto the screen; with a well-practiced “whoosh” from pursed lips she blew the ash away and continued texting, saving the connection without losing a stroke.

I wondered what was so important. Was she answering her lover who always called at this time of day, each of them smoking in a different garden, each of them with a hovering pinky, each of them whooshing fallen ash without missing a stroke.

Three minutes at 110 degrees. That’s enough; back to the gallery.






Everything we think, everything we do, every feeling, the pain, the joy, admitting we are wrong, bragging that we are right, all the events in our lives whether we  are aware of them, define who we are.

We come into the world with very little to identify us as individuals and in less than eighteen months we have acquired sufficient bias to influence our path through life and we have done so with naught but a sprinkling of words in our limited vocabulary. We have only begun to explore, yet we have already decided whether to greet the world with a frown or a smile, we have begun to refine our choices by balancing one trial with another and we have acquired an enormous amount of power over the giants who care for us.

Will we rule with a loud voice or with laughter? Will we become leaders, followers, scholars, entertainers?



helping others


“If you seek to aid everyone that suffers in the galaxy, you will only weaken yourself… and weaken them. It is the internal struggles, when fought and won on their own, that yield the strongest rewards. You stole that struggle from them, cheapened it. If you care for others, then dispense with pity and sacrifice and recognize the value in letting them fight their own battles. And when they triumph, they will be even stronger for the victory.” 

Darth Traya (Kreia)


A real conversation that took place in May, 1994.

Alfred: What will you do when you lose this store? 

Lee:  I’ll sleep in my station wagon, swim at the Biltmore and eat at AJs.

Alfred: What’ll ya do for money?

Lee: I’ll have fifty thousand dollars stuffed in my pillow.