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n documents dating to 2006, government officials predicted that a pandemic would threaten critical businesses and warned them to prepare. Meatpacking companies largely ignored them, and now nearly every one of the predictions has come true...... Continue Reading

There is no reason.
It makes no sense,
why a person, like you
should sit on the fence.
It matters what you do,
for me, in November
I will vote Blue

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Shrouded in a thick atmosphere, Saturn's largest moon Titan really is hard to see. Small particles suspended in the upper atmosphere cause an almost impenetrable haze, strongly scattering light at visible wavelengths and hiding Titan's surface features from prying eyes. But Titan's surface is better imaged at infrared wavelengths where scattering is weaker and atmospheric absorption is reduced. Arrayed around this visible light image (center) of Titan are some of the clearest global infrared views of the tantalizing moon so far. In false color, the six panels present a consistent processing of 13 years of infrared image data from the Visual and Infrared Mapping Spectrometer (VIMS) on board the Cassini spacecraft. They offer a stunning comparison with Cassini's visible light view. Experts Debate: How will humanity first discover extraterrestrial life?

There’s little chance you haven’t heard of TikTok by now. Between the viral dance videos and President Donald Trump’s comments.......... Continue Reading

This fall’s elections are the latest chapter in the slow-motion collapse of the U.S. Postal Service, one of America’s most venerated institutions........... Continue Reading

Of you, I want nothing at all,
until November; the upcoming Fall.
For it is then I will do
voting for my favorite shade of Blue.

When we say, "Remember the Alamo",
We weren't there and we didn't know
About the many actions they took,
Unless we read the words, from a book.
Yet here we are in this time present,
When the loss of life, is like a torrent,
And here we are where we cannot hug,
While this Administration, hides under a rug.
Don't suppress these thoughts in mind,
For the cruelty by Trump to mankind.

I am at a stage, in this writing life,
where I don't recall all I write.
As I write these words down now,
there is no memory of if or how.
Why are these voids within my head?
No one will know but me and instead
of pondering on this difficult task,
I could reach out and just ask
of the readers, who read of me.
Am I writing for you to see?
Or is this just another fantasy?

My wife has Dementia.
It is hard to see,
for she does well socially.
You would never know
she has issues with her memory.

Is she too close to me, to see
she is the best part of me?

I am struggling this morning to write
my own words. I can't seem to
rid my mind of the lyrics of
"Bye, Bye, American Pie" by Don
McLean.
Words so profound, about "The
Day the Music Died."
It was the day the World lost the music
of Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, the Big Bopper,
aka, J P Richardson and the pilot Roger Peterson.
The day was February 3, 1959.
I was sitting with my lovely wife, on our deck,
listening to music. It was better than watching all
the re-runs on TV
I am a child of the first commercial TV in Seattle.
Programs of the late 40's.
TV is ingrained in my Soul. Mostly children programs,
in Black and White with a lot of snowy background.
You could see images but...
It was a time so long ago, I have to dig deep in
my memory to pull it forth.