Pen name of well-traveled former businessman who said โto hell with it,โ and returned to his first love, writing fiction.๐บ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ท๐ฌ๐ง๐ช๐ธ๐ฆ๐บ๐ง๐ธ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฟ๐ฆ++
4 draft manuscripts now done, each better than the last.
THE SECRET WOMAN, an espionage/adventure/love story, tells the tale of a group of American engineers & medics caught up in a revolution in a fictional So American country.
Iโm polishing all 4, will publish when they shine.
Tonight I finished the rough draft of novel manuscript #3 โ working title BLACKOUT.
Itโs a โman who knows too much, chased by the bad guysโ psychological thriller.
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(Art by Michael Cheney)
I don't think anybody really grasps how desperate this situation is.
University professors are now saying they are unable to teach history because reading long books and passages is how a person learns history. College kids are incapable of reading more than a few pages.
Some classes don't assign any reading at all now, only lectures.
There is an assumption among the people managing this decline that reading is just a way of receiving information. It isn't. Proper reading is how we build the mental muscle to synthesize ideas and evaluate them.
If the catastrophic decline in reading and literacy is not addressed now, we risk losing everything.
Western civilization cannot survive the death of reading because it was built by people with the kind of cognitive depth that a culture of deep reading brings:
Complex reasoning, extended internal dialogue, the capacity to hold opposing ideas in tension. Our systems and institutions are complex, and they require well ordered minds to maintain them.
Reading forms minds, and the West was built by the richest minds in history.
Need more money? Get a second job.
Still not enough? Start a side hustle.
Still struggling? Monetize your hobbies.
Need a better job? Go back to school.
And nobody can answer the one question underneath all of it.
Why does it take this much just to live a normal life in America?
It never used to be like this.
The richest man on Earth dismantled the organization that feeds the poorest children on earth.
The definition of evil is being a trillionaire in a world where millions of children are starving.
A trillionair, yet his name does not appear on a single school, university, library, museum wing, hospital, stadium, arena, airport, or endowed chairs. What a colossal waste of a human lifetime.
I really donโt understand true greed. If I was worth $1 trillion, youโd have to physically stop me from solving as many of the worldโs problems as possible.
Everyone would have a home, food on the table, proper healthcare, happiness.
I just donโt get it.
If you want to push back against techโs encroachment into every corner of our lives, you need to be reading books. Theyโre keen to create a world in which most people are illiterate & addicted to slop, a world without poetry, imagination or knowledge. Reading is resistance.
James Cain, pictured, as reads say was thoroughly impressed with Fred MacMurray's handling of the character, Walter Neff.
Cain missed Fred at the LA premiere and eventually wrote a complimentary letter to the actor.
An American Film Classic baby!
"If a person has ugly thoughts, it begins to show on the face. And when that person has ugly thoughts every day, every week, every year, the face gets uglier and uglier until you can hardly bear to look at it." - Roald Dahl
Just finished reading Hemingwayโs FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS and I had to stop and take a picture when I got to the famous line about the United States:
Truth. I think of this often to remind myself that I don't have single thing worth complaining about in life.
The men on those landing boats at Normandy would all gladly trade for my worst day.
I can't even imagine being as scared as those kids were.
GOD BLESS YOU SIR ๐ซต๐ป๐ซก
My respect 96 years .
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AMERICAN MADE .
The GOAT !!
Clint Eastwood Said Something About Getting Old That Stopped Me Cold.
Aging is not gentle.
You are still here. Still present. Still watching the world move. But the body that carried you through everything - the wars, the work, the wildness of youth - begins to ask for more than you can give it. Joints that never complained now speak up in the morning. Eyes that once took in everything now flinch at the light. Breathing, which never required a single thought, starts needing little pauses.
But none of that is the hardest part.
The hardest part is the quiet.
At a certain age, you reach for the phone and remember there is no one left to call.
The people who knew you when you were young - who remembered the same summers, the same streets, the same faces
- are gone. One by one, then all at once, until the memories you carry have no one left to share them with.
So you tell the stories anyway.
To whoever will listen. With a little more color than perhaps the truth deserves. With a touch of pride you've earned and a grief you don't always name. You know the person across from you wasn't there. You know they can't quite feel it the way you do.
But you tell them. Because the telling is the holding on.
Those stories are not just memories. They are the proof that a life was lived. That people were loved. That things mattered.
And if no one asks for them - you offer them anyway, quietly, like setting something down on a table and hoping someone picks it up.
Old age is not simply what happens to a face or a body.
It is memory looking for a place to rest.
And what an older person needs - more than advice, more than solutions, more than someone telling them how to feel - is simply someone willing to sit down, be still, and listen.
Not to fix anything.
Just to be there.
That is the whole gift. And it costs nothing.
~Wild Whispers .
@HWarlow@marie_keates I also have a large collection of old books, some ancient. Lovely to appreciate & browse & read & hold & breathe in the old book smell. Most of these wonderful volumes would have hit the rubbish bins if not for me. I too feel a responsibility as a steward.
This week I came across the obituary of a photographer named David Plowden. I was unfamiliar with his work, but decided to browse his website after reading that he specialized in photos of trains and industry.
Iโm not much of an art guy, but these photos are astonishing. (1/4)
Disappointing that electronic media have ignored the best comparison to America250: our 1976 Bicentennial. President Gerald Ford was in the midst of a highly competitive contest with Jimmy Carter yet Ford resisted demeaning the ceremonies for partisan purposes. But America had higher standards back then. Hereโs an idea: TV could use videotape archives to show how a dignified POTUS handled the situation.