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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.

Lee Broom






It is said that it is easier to break an empty bottle of beer than a sealed one.

It is also said that it is easier to break anything than to fix it, unless that thing is an undesired habit or a relationship.

Is it any consolation to realize that when a thing is made by man, that something was first destroyed?

Whatever we make of ourselves requires raw materials, desire and a whole lotta Love.

Lee Broom



I was six years old. I loved music and had always wished that my singing voice was better. I had never sung in the presence of others but sang by myself whenever I could find a hiding place in which to practice.

On this particular day I was standing with the entire population of all the class rooms from my school. We were assembled in the cafetaurium of Harmony Elementary School. We were being led in the song, America.

I was just sort of humming along and then suddenly I felt a need to hear myself and my voice let loose fo the first time in my life. My eyes were stinging with tears of joy, my chest was quivering and my voice was growing stronger.

My life had  changed.

As I sang, those around me turned to look and before the song had ended Mrs Skinner the music teacher who was leading us, had sent someone to place a microphone near me.

On that day my life changed.

I became the popular lead in the Oklahoma City Boy’s Choir and the First Baptist Church Boy’s Choir and I developed my own piano routines to accompany myself when I played at the children’s shows in the Oklahoma City Parks Department productions and In Dallas and yes, even in New york City and of course at Harmony Elementary.

When I was eleven my voice changed.

When I was eleven my whole life changed.

I learned to improvise and developed my own singing style.

When I was seventeen I became a singing soldier traveling with Gary Crosby. When the show ended  I went home and my life changed.

I raised a family, I built a business and with the help of friends I created a children’s theatre and my life changed .

I became a songwriter and one of my songs became a hit.  In terms of riches and public awareness, the song I Had a Dream was known only to a few but the few who liked it were all celebrity performers and producers and I sang this song at Hollywood parties and Celebrity Country Clubs.

And, my life changed.

I created a radio show which featured two characters ; their names were Vile Villainous Van Vicious and his Nemesis, Robert the Right.

Van and Robert were very funny and the music I created to introduce the show was a huge success; so much so that the intro and the style and everything that made that show successful for eleven years were stolen by a local television station.

My life changed.

My show was canceled and yes, my life changed.

That same day I lost the lease for Lee Broom Gallery in North Scottsdale and again my life changed.

And on that very same day I wrecked my Volvo and my insurance had lapsed and I hardly noticed another life change.

I took a telemarketing job and using the money I earned,  turned my business into a design service and again my life changed.

Today my life is all about change.

I write about change.

I help others to adapt to change and to explore new ideas and new ways of thinking so that when change occurs we don’t have to be short-changed.

By the way, Vile Villainous Van Vicious and his Nemesis, Robert the Right are still around but their lives have changed.

Their names were changed to protect their innocence.

They are know today as Curious Abner and the Psychedelic Toad.













If nothing new is written, the absence is noted by a few.

When reports are polished and gleam with the sheen of community bias

When Leaders are replaced  by the best followers

Growth subsides and are noted by a few.


When discovery is recorded,

When an artist is discovered

When a science project reveals a new idea

When  Huff  reports the remarks of a 118 yr old lady whose wrinkles are attractive

We all feel safer.

And we return to what we were doing minutes before

The previously tight abs

The shallow breathing and the furrowed brow

We relax and accept THE LOVE..

It’s all good says  Dixie

And life goes on.

Soylent Green and the Tattooed Man



With the onset of vulgarity we said goodbye to subtlety and with it curiosity, the most fundamental intellectual component of human existence. Ozzie and Harriet were replaced by the Simpsons and the tattooed man on the midway gave way to Grandma with her permanently shaded eyelids and four year old great granddaughters with pierced ears and navels. When I was very young my mother sometimes covered my eyes when we went to the movies. The next day I’d ask my friends what I missed. It was usually either a nearly naked Betty Grable or a Nazi death camp.

The search for role models by American Youth now produces heroes with prison records and rappers whose vocabularies seem to favor four letter words and an alphabet that frequently gets stuck on the seventh letter. American slang is reflective of prison and street society. That segment of the population which receives free food, free rent and now free cell phones is not shrinking; it is growing at a rate much greater than that of the overall population and as the snowball effect becomes more visible the resulting influence of the values of the indolent victimizes middle class American youth and by the doing, all of American Society.

In a few years the current rate of moral and ethical regression may have our country on its knees.

(Dang, my monthly supply of Soylent Green* is nearly out. These crackers are made from people, you know. Oh well.)

Perhaps we’ll come back in future centuries as something better. Our DNA will be much improved. We will have a respectable quota of aborted fetuses, providing us with the genetic assistance for morphing into something so much better. Our bodies will be muscular and long limbed, those limbs and organs replacing and healing themselves, often without medical assistance. And Soylent Green will have come and gone. Sunday will become once again a day of rest for that is when we will eat and sleep. On Saturday night we will play. We will treat our no longer aging bodies to sexual romps with friends and family. On Sunday morning we will plug in to a machine at our bedside which will keep us asleep and well fed until Monday morning. We will acquire all the rest and nutrients necessary for the rest of the week. And with raging hormones we will then continue on our competitive path, no longer content with Football or Hockey. Large carnivorous beasts will have long since been released back into society at large. They will hunt us and we will hunt them. Ahhh. Progress.

*Soylent Green is a 1973 American science fiction film directed by Richard Fleischer and starring Charlton Heston, and in his final film, Edward G. Robinson.