Gone is Gone, But Funerals Differ

I recently opened the newspaper to see that someone I knew had died.  This knowledge made me stop for a moment, mostly because he was young and his death seemed not only unexpected but wrong, somehow. Within a day or two there was news of the death of another person I had known, but not […]

Are We All Suffering from Societal PTSD?

  Sometimes I see so much anger and intolerance that I start to wonder that it may be all connected, and that the collective damage upon us results in a general condition not unlike PTSD. PTSD stands for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.  Soldiers, rape victims, and children of wars can all experience this.  I am […]

Homelessness as a Dying Canary in Our Coal Mine

From the Los Angeles Almanac (on line): According to the Institute for the Study of Homelessness and Poverty at the Weingart Center, an estimated 254,000 men, women and children experience homelessness in Los Angeles County during some part of the year and approximately 82,000 people are homeless on any given night.  Unaccompanied youth, especially in […]

Hate Crimes

  I’m at least a second degree news addict and so I find it pretty easy to get discouraged on a regular basis.  Actually I guess it’s almost all the time.  Violence is everywhere and all the time.  And with the exception of totalitarian driven genocides in several countries within Africa and the Middle East, […]

A Friend of Bill

Did you see him walking Bangor’s streets and sidewalks?  Miles and miles every week, purposeful, thinking. Did you know he had a fairly brief stay at the emergency shelter?  Could you imagine the burden he was carrying, the pain and the weight of numerous misdeeds in his past, of damage done to family and friends […]

Can You Give Until You Break?

Angela was chauffeured to our place by way of a federal probation officer.  Hmm—what did that fact signify?  Some would think that she was “from away”—another ex con, freeloader, coming to the “nanny state” because of all our rich and easy benefits.  Many would cringe and feel trepidation.  And don’t miss the federal probation part—she […]

They Just Don’t Get Any Saltier

  I first met Clarence in 1996.  He was 60 years old but looked much older (except for the twinkle in his eyes).  Clarence was a good ol boy from Lubec, Lamoine, Jonesport, East Machias, Winter Harbor or Deer Isle—take your pick.  He had a balding dome the color of old stain on a Cedar […]