Year-End Perspectives

 This will be my last official post for 2024, and it ends a very crazy and different year with lots of ups and downs.  In one year, I managed to earn a Ph.D., was kicked out of my place, lost a lot of my stuff, made a momentous move to downtown Baltimore, and ended up working as a full-time teacher in a Catholic school.  There have been many adjustments, and at this point as the year comes to a close I am looking to begin rebuilding again.  So, let's review the year, and recap some significant aspects of it.

The year started out good enough - after a wonderful 2023 Christmas, we entered the New Year on a positive note.  Things went smoothly until about April then, when we started having some challenges meeting our rent on our old mobile home in Hagerstown.  After several months of struggle, the owners of the park we lived in gave us the proverbial "walking papers" to move, and that was sudden but not totally unexpected.  While the owners of our former place are evil, the office manager there was actually very gracious to us and allowed us to salvage a lot of our stuff, which was a blessing in itself.  And, to sort of make things better, the move was not even recorded as an eviction.  Subsequently, that led to about 1/2 of the month of October living in motels, and finally Barbara and I moved to new places - she moved to Rockville, where she now rents a room in a house she shares with five guys, and I moved to downtown Baltimore where I ended up in a similar situation but with only two roommates.  The move to Baltimore was providential though, as I was able to land what is essentially a dream opportunity.  Let me explain that now.

Not long after my degree was officially conferred in September, I received a phone call from the principal of Cristo Rey Jesuit High School in Baltimore, Dr. Joe Mitala.  He had come across my resume and was very impressed with me, so he wanted to consider me for a position.  However, that first attempt resulted in a rejection, and after I tensely told him off I got another call for a position that had recently opened up for an 11th-grade Theology teacher.  This time, it was a go, and after two stymied attempts to get to the interview - one was due to our move date, and the other was because the train was too early to catch in Harpers Ferry - on the third try I got in, and had a working interview with the school for the position.  They liked me, and a week later I had a phone interview with Mr. Reap, who is the President/Administrator of the school, and that following Sunday I was offered a $55K annual contract.  And, that is what facilitated my move to Baltimore, which happened very soon afterward.  

The move to Baltimore was fraught with challenges of its own.  For one, I had to come in with Barbara the day I was to move in and I was in the parking lot of her office building in Rockville with three cats and a rabbit piled in the car with me.  That night - it was on a Thursday - I arrived at the new place, and now I wanted to recap how I ended up there. 

I had been frantically searching for houses up to that point, as I was living almost day-to-day in the Motel 6 in Charles Town, WV.  God miraculously provided the funds I needed to survive, and in time I heard from the landlord of the place I was looking at,  and his name is Andy Dovel.  Andy turned out to be a very workable guy, and he was more than willing to let me move in.  So, thanks to the church giving me my deposits and first month's rent, I was able to secure my new place.  Located in a very rough section of town called Harwood off of Greenmount Avenue, the new home was a rowhouse that Andy was refurbishing, and I would be subletting a room in it as two other guys also shared the house.  So, I was able to move in, and at that point a whole new life to adjust to started.  Two weeks later, I would start my teaching job at Cristo Rey, and as I write this now, I have just completed my first month here.  The months of October and November seemed like an eternity, but in reality they went by quite fast.  As of today (12/4), I am one month teaching at the school, and two months since getting thrown out of Hagerstown.  Tomorrow will mark four months since I defended my dissertation, and three months since my degree was officially conferred.  This is the biggest transition I think I have had in 32 years, and there is still much to do yet.  I want to talk some about that now.

My primary objective at this point is to get a more stable house, and Barbara wants to go in with me to do that - she is not happy where she is either, and being I make a decent salary now, I can afford a better place but also understand that I need time to recover from the previous months.  So, I plan on using the next six months to get myself back together, rebuild a little, and then I can simultaneously look for a better place to live, preferably over in this area where the school is now.  It won't be easy, as properties here are astronomically high, but it's not out of the realm of possibility.  Besides, God has been with me this far, so I know he will see me the distance.  My faith is what strengthens me, and thank God for his grace that I accept by faith. 

At any rate, that is how my year has been - a time of tumultuous paradigm shifting, rebuilding, and getting things in order.  Hopefully as 2025 dawns in less than one month, it will be an even better year. 

A  blessed holiday season to all reading this, and I will see you in 2025. 

Coming Together

This has been a week of progress.  After a very nice Thanksgiving weekend, I am happy to say my new digs are coming together.  That is why I am titling this talk the same.  Let me elaborate on that by offering a sort of parable.

During World War II, some very historic cities were the targets of devastation of warfare.  Both Berlin and London took some heavy tolls.  The same could be said as well of Beirut in recent years - a beautiful city reduced to a rubble-strewn war zone.  Life is like that sometimes for us as individuals too - life generally goes at a good pace for a number of years, and then all of a sudden circumstances change and we find ourselves under attack.  That happened to Barbara and me recently, and it was a toll on us - we lost perhaps 50% of everything we owned, and most of the rest is in a storage facility almost 80 miles away.  And, we were compelled to resort to living in motels for a couple of weeks until both of us were placed in a position to where we had to live in rented rooms in houses shared with roommates.  It was a big transition.  And that was the aftermath of the attack upon us we weathered.  However, like many cities which have experienced the ravages of war and attack, we as individuals are faced with the aftermath, and that is a process in itself.  Let me go into that.

In the midst of a major catastrophic event, there is always the aftermath, and that entails a few things.  For one, it is important to get some bearings and try to accommodate a whole new set of circumstances.  Second, upon doing that, there is a recovery time - it is a time to get back on track financially and socially in many cases.  Then comes the rebuilding.  Rebuilding can start immediately, but it can also be a timely process depending on the extent of repair needed.  London and Berlin, for instance, were able to both rebuild fairly quickly after World War II, but Beirut is still in that process even today - new conflicts have made the latter more challenging.  Our lives can be like these cities too - some can rebound quickly, while others can take years to recover.  A lot of it depends on factors such as the resources available, the stamina the individual has, and the social support one has.  You cannot totally recover on your own, and the help of others is often a necessity even though it is a test of how we manage personal pride - we naturally hate asking for anything, so it is an exercise in humility to do so.  However, that swallowing of pride may be crucial to survival, and at times we need to rely on the love and support of others to help us rebuild.  We should never consider such help a hand-out, but rather a hand-up - my attitude is built upon a "pay it forward" principle that challenges me to help others who may be experiencing the same situation later, and that is the crux as well of the Dominican way that I am contemplating becoming part of as a lay disciple.  I will share more about that at another time, but it is a development of my own spiritual growth through these challenges. 

Ultimately, rebuilding comes from the heart - the raw material to rebuild one's life is not something that can be purchased or tangibly acquired.  Rather, it is what makes up what is inside us.  Although we may be divested of material items, the heart and soul of what those things represented on a sentimental level are inside us.  God did that for a reason, and it is one reason why Scripture in so many places talks about spiritual riches - no one can destroy those.  And, if you have a rich enough inner conviction, outward physical rebuilding will come.  This warrants a whole discussion of its own, as it comprises our "story" and consists of a lot of motivating attributes which compel us to pursue that which we truly desire.  Ultimately, what is inside us is of more value than any material possessions we may accumulate, and we can still be the person we are created to be even when divested of those things.  That is the ultimate heart and soul of the Christian faith too - our faith is not built upon external and tangible stuff, but upon a supernatural God who did become material for us to gain eternal life.  That is what Advent commemorates, and Easter celebrates.  That supernatural God took on a human body to ultimately demonstrate His love for us, and another truth taught by His life, death, and resurrection is that His love transcends the body, and it is for all of us.  And, as I remind my 11th graders in their Theology classes I teach, ultimate love, truth, beauty, and goodness are embodied in one person, Jesus Christ, and He is fully God and fully man.  In that way, He appeals to both aspects of our nature - the need to have tangible reminders of our destiny (in the literal life of Christ as well as in the mystery of faith that embodies the Sacraments) as well as an appeal to our inner self - a connection to something greater, a purpose, and even sentimentality.  I have no great theologians or specific passages of Scripture to reference at this point, but they both talk extensively about this, especially in Dominican spirituality.  So, rebuilding after a time of intense attack is an exercise in spiritual growth as part of the rebuilding process.  It is, in a real sense, a set of "growing pains" for us, and if we respond rightly, we will grow spiritually.  And, as the Psalms promise, if we seek first the things of the Kingdom of God, then the rest naturally comes.  And, that is not the vain platitudes of heretical televangelists with a "blab it and grab it" false "Gospel," but rather it is an outgrowth of common sense and true effort and drive to rebuild a life which has been impacted by the storms and battles of this world.  God is not against material blessings, but we must prioritize the personal transformation of our souls first. 

That was some interesting insights I wanted to share as I come to the end of this rather roller-coaster year of 2024.  In the next week or two I will do a year-end perspective to recap things as well as sharing some outlook for the coming year. Thank you for letting me share today, and will see you next time. 

Thanksgiving And Change

 Today, the Jesuit high school I teach at in downtown Baltimore closed early for the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday, and to be honest, I am quite happy about it as I can use a few days off.  It has been a really interesting past couple of months as my whole life has done an extreme paradigm shift that in many ways I am still recovering from.  But, I was reminded of something today at the school prayer service that was held at the Polish parish sanctuary next door (very beautiful church, I must say too - it is Holy Rosary in downtown Baltimore, and was a historically Polish congregation for many years).  Due to the fact that a large percentage of the student body is not Catholic, the school decided to hold a Thanksgiving prayer service instead of a Mass, and the person chosen to give the sermon was our IT man at the school, who happens to also be a Protestant pastor.  The message he gave was actually quite good - it stressed that thankfulness is a builder of faith, in that by thanking God in our present situation, we can build faith to believe in a positive change.  Most of what the man spoke about I have lived out this past couple of months, and in all honesty it is something I am hoping to never go through again.  Yet, I also have seen God at work, and he brought so much together that this Thanksgiving represents a new dimension in being thankful for me - I have seen God at work, even in the most dire of circumstances, and my faith is stronger now as a result.  That in essence was the message today in the prayer service too.  I wanted to open up this week's thoughts by mentioning that, as it fits into the theme of everything.

It has also been a week of some progress so far.  To begin, I was finally able to get Zoe, my rabbit, a new home.  I walked her up the street a few blocks to a nice guy who decided to adopt her, and that is a big relief.  I do love that little rabbit, but in all honesty I just don't have the faculties to take care of her anymore like I used to, and she deserved better.  Thankfully, that happened for her now.  Also, yesterday I finally got the hard bound copy of my dissertation, the thing that earned me the title "Doctor."  I was overly impressed with it, although I had to go through my personal publisher Lulu to print it.  It looks like an official dissertation, and it is the magnum opus of years of education.  Now, in a couple of weeks I can get the regalia to go with it thankfully.  

There are many things to thank God for, even this place I am living.  It is a simple place - just a room when I was used to a whole house.  But, it is at an affordable rent price and the landlord is good to work with.  I also have two decent roommates in Joel and James as well - the three of us are all different in our walks of life, but we get along well and they are good guys in all honesty.  I am also thankful for the best job I have ever had right now, and the most money in salary I have ever made - this was a total surprise for me, but I couldn't be happier.  Sure, I would rather personally be teaching college students instead of 11th graders, but you have to start somewhere, don't you?  And, I plan on doing the best I can at this position, and consider it also a vocation - there are issues obviously with some of the kids (they are overwhelmingly minority kids, and many of them are from low income households, which makes things challenging sometimes), but God put me there for a reason.  There may be a few of them whose lives I can impact for the better, and I want to make sure they get that opportunity.  I already have one who is wanting to be baptized, which is fantastic, and that is true evangelization at work.  There are days I do dread classes (especially my first-period group - Lord have mercy, they are a challenge!) but overall I am proud of what I do.  And, more importantly, I thank God for blessing me with this vocation.  

In the coming months, I am sure that things will begin to come together as the dust of the chaos of the past couple of months settles and I am able to start rebuilding life again.  It is a process, and there is much to do, but it can be done.  Mostly depending on God's strength and his timing, I am sure of it.  

Any rate, that is my Thanksgiving insights for this year, and I look forward to an even better report next year.  Have a blessed Thanksgiving, and will see you next time. 

Busy Week Reflections

 This is the first full week of classes I have had at Cristo Rey since I started here a couple of weeks ago, and it has been challenging to a degree.  For the most part the kids are actually decent, although there are some issues in my first-period (we call them "Codes" but same idea) class.  Overall though, teaching full-time is a new experience for sure.  But, as Fr. Grassi told me, I am here to be a beacon of truth, so that is what I plan to do. 

Being I am teaching the kids about the Sacrament of Reconciliation, I have learned to incorporate some real-life examples into the lessons.  One thing that I found handy was this "Baltimore smell" - if you are out and about in town, there are times when you are hit by an offensive odor that smells like skunk spray, and it can be a bit overwhelming.  For a time, I was actually blaming it on BO from the large population here, but turns out that is not what it is.  Given that the city has an extensive natural gas network, leaks can happen from time to time.  The leaks can be very dangerous because they are odorless, so the powers-that-be needed to include an indicator of the leak to alert people that it is happening, and the way they do so is by adding an element to the natural gas called mercaptan.  Mercaptan is a sulfuric compound that also is present in garlic and onions, as well as in cat urine, body odor, flatuence, and halitosis, and of course skunk spray which is why it has its distinctive odor.  The smell is reminiscent of a combination of garlic, urine, sulfur, and rotten eggs, and it can easily create a gag reflux as it is so pungent and vile.  Why the city here chose one of the stinkiest compounds in nature to prevent toxic exposure is a case of the cure being as bad as the symptom, but perhaps they have no other alternatives.  So, how does this relate to a theology course dealing with Sacraments?  Let me share the illustration I gave to my classes.

Right up the road here from the school is a beautiful park called Patterson Park.  It is serene, well-maintained, and a nice place to take a morning walk.  Given it is fall here, the crisp autumn air, the beautiful changing leaves, and just the general aesthetics of the place are something worth enjoying. So, imagine walking in a park like that, enjoying some personal time as you walk and reflect, and all of a sudden that pungent mercaptan smell hits your nostrils - not pleasant, is it?  In life, sin is like that too.  Given we have a fallen nature yet God still sees us as good and loves us, life can be going along nicely but then the stink sets in, if even briefly.  It reminds us that we are in a beautiful yet imperfect world because of the Fall, and even in the best of circumstances we can have issues.  The Sacrament of Reconciliation helps to remedy that - it is like a spray of Frebreze that eliminates the sin and restores the beauty of life to us.  And, we need it often, as we are all prone to sin and concupiscence.  This was a good way to introduce that topic to the kids, and they related well to it as everyone in Baltimore does hate that damned smell!  I wanted to share that because in teaching, we have to use things familiar to convey simple truths at times, and if we can effectively do that, we reach people.  I am publishing it here for a similar reason too.

Sin is a reality, and we all encounter or face it every day.  Like the mercaptan smell on the Baltimore streets, it can hit us suddenly.  It either does so by commission or effect.  By commission, I mean that in a weak moment we all can screw something up.  By effect, it means that someone else's screw-up can impact us and alter the course of our day too.  Either way, the important thing to remember is that we are human beings with limits, and like the bad mercaptan smell, the rough moments too shall pass. An inconvenient stinky smell we can easily resolve is definitely preferable to the catastrophic effects of a toxic leak, and perhaps that is the reasoning behind why Baltimore's city government sanctioned mercaptan use.  Likewise, those inconvenient moments happen, and it is up to us how we respond to them.  We can turn a small stink into a toxic leak, in other words.

Any rate, that is my word for the week, and as I get closer to year's end, this has been perhaps one of the most prolific years of writing on here I have had.  I do print these into bound books, and given the past couple of years I have been doing two years to a book, I have a feeling this one will be quite large. Any rate, may you have a good remainder of your week, and we will see you next time. 

This Week's Thoughts

 As I write this, it is getting chillier outside as it is mid-November.  Also, I got my first paycheck from my new position, so that is exciting.  The reason I am writing this week is for a couple of things, so I will get started.

First, as many of you reading this know, I reached my 55th birthday this past Saturday.  Barbara came up for the weekend and it was a simple yet enjoyable time.  It is based on her visit that I want to chat a bit today.

Barbara and I have been divorced for just over 3 years now, but we are also still very close as friends.  I did not go into the details of why we divorced, because frankly those details are no one's business, but it was a very civil divorce and we ended up still being close friends despite that happening.  Barbara and I have known each other now for almost 35 years, and we started out as close friends years ago when we were both still in college.  So, we have history together, and it is actually a very good history.  Barbara is still my best friend, and she is like a sister to me, and we both feel the same way about that.  We are actually closer as friends than we ever were when we were married, but it is a good Christian witness to others.  Not every divorced couple has to be mortal enemies, and the fact that happens so much is tragic.  Neither Barbara nor I hold anything against each other for what happened in our marriage, and to be honest we were both victims of some external forces that exacerbated the whole issue.  Because of that, we can freely talk about things, and it is actually nice to be close to her still.  There is a special dimension to our relationship I wanted to share now, as it is integral as to why we still are close.

When Barbara visited this past weekend, it was actually a bright spot in an otherwise chaotic week.  Having to get used to a new job, and a lot of lifestyle adjustments since the beginning of October, it felt good to be able to have a comfortable and familiar experience with an old friend.  Honestly, Barbara and I both missed each other - she now lives almost 40 miles away in Rockville, and I am in downtown Baltimore, and it is an adjustment for both of us after we have lived under the same roof for over 30 years.  And, we talked about that and both feel this way.  Although we both have roommates at our new homes, neither of us feels complete - after all, our entire way of life was uprooted and it has been a challenge to meet for both of us.  However, there are times we can visit and just have a bit of diversion, and that is nice - we both need that.  Nothing really special - for this past weekend, Barbara got me a cake and a pizza for my birthday, and that was nice just for its simplicity.  We also notice when we have to leave how much we miss each other - something as simple as the old cat food and water dishes from our old place triggers feelings of loss.  We both feel that too.  As we eased back into our weekly routines on Monday, it felt like a part of us was lost.  I don't know about how other couples who have experienced a divorce feel about this, but there will always be a connection with a former spouse even after the divorce.  What made it easier for Barbara and me is the fact we are still good friends, and that made it possible to be close.  Will we ever reconcile and enter into a marriage again?  With every passing day the possibility of that is less, but if God opened that door I would be fine with it.  Barbara and I are both seeing other people at this point - we have been divorced for almost 5 years and annulled almost 3, so we are free to pursue other relationships now and are doing so.  But, we still will always have that connection, and to be honest, it is a wonderful thing - Barbara is a wonderful person, and she has been a blessing to know, both as a former spouse and as an eternal friend.  I just felt led to share that. 

The other thing was a bit of unsettling development at the Jesuit high school I am teaching at.  As many know, the Jesuits are somewhat controversial in regard to their inherent liberalism as well as some flirtations with heresies over the past couple of hundred years.  There are two things about the Jesuits that are positive though.  For one, they are stellar educators, and that vocation is not lost. If I am going to teach, a Jesuit institution is a good place to break in a career.  Secondly, not every Jesuit is evil either - for instance, Fr. Mitch Pacwa is perhaps one of the most amazing individuals, and his speaking and writing are phenomenal.  Also, over the years I have gleaned much wisdom from some Jesuit writers such as Fr. Norris Clarke as well as Henri de Lubac and Romano Guardini, whom I believe were both Jesuits.  However, unfortunately for the most part Jesuits have been troublemakers for the Church, particularly in their embrace of "liberation theology."  The campus minister at the high school for instance is a fan of the heretical and racist theologian James Cone - I read James Cone's book in my Master's program, and in all honesty, there is nothing Christian about it.  Cone first of all politicizes the Crucifixion, comparing it to the "lynching tree," and this is not orthodox theology.  Jesus chose that way to redeem fallen humanity, whereas many innocent Black victims of the atrocity of lynching had no choice.  Also, Jesus's redemption of fallen humanity is not to be looked at as a social justice action - the purpose of the action was to draw people to Himself, and to reconcile them to God by overcoming sin and death.  It is especially true that theologians of all people should know better than to try to politicize the Cross.  And that leads to all this talk about justice.

While the pursuit of justice is noble and should be inherent to our nature, it cannot be divorced from the salvation of souls.  Our first mission as Catholics is the salvation of souls, and justice will be a fruit of that conversion once it happens.  The grace of God is transformative, and it drives one who is drawn closer to God to seek betterment of themselves.  So, as the soul is saved, the surrounding society then will be transformed.  But, we have to keep the focus right - just focusing on justice in a political sense without the saving Body and Blood of Christ leads to an empty dead work, and it is futile as it will fail.  Man tends to turn to ungodly means to achieve these objectives, and this is what happened with many Jesuits.  And, in this, I include the campus minister here - the guy is a nice guy, and I believe he is sincere in his passion, but he is also misguided and that tends to be a problem.  This is especially true when teaching the kids at a school like this - these kids need to encounter the real Jesus, and the teacher in a class may be the only way the Holy Spirit works to open that for them.  Therefore, again, we must get the priorities in order.  I was admonished by Fr. Grassi, my parish priest, to be a beacon of truth in this place, and that is what I will be.  While the very liberal sentiments of the campus minister in particular are disturbing, I cannot let that detract from the vocation God gave me.  And so I won't.

Any rate, that was just a couple of thoughts I wanted to share today, and hope they will inspire and bless others.  Thank you, and will see you next time!

Back to Work

 Here we are now, a bona fide Theology teacher at Cristo Rey Jesuit High School in Baltimore.  As I am writing this, I am actually spending a lot of the day in parent/teacher meetings along with my fellow faculty members.  I am getting to know some of them, and it has been a pretty easy day overall, albeit a LONG day.  Mind you, this is very different than what I was used to, as I have been out of full-time work for over 4 years in all honesty.  But, God has been in every step of this, and I am going to make this work.  There are some minor issues - for one, there are some socially liberal fellow faculty who think that the school's Catholic identity "hinders" their more progressive visions of things (my question is why these individuals are not in the public school system if they think like that?).  But then again, the administrators of this school are Jesuits, so there you go.  To the credit of the Jesuits though, one thing they have always emphasized is excellence in education, so if I am to teach in a Catholic school, I guess a Jesuit academy is a good place to start. 

My schedule entails five classes teaching a course called "Sacraments and Morality," and for the most part the kids are actually quite good to work with.  Of course, they are typical teenagers, so they will have certain quirks, but that is to be expected.  However, compared to the short time I subbed in the public school system in Hagerstown, this is actually a decent group.  I am teaching 11th graders, and it has been a fairly easy transition from teaching 6th-graders in CCD as a volunteer.  I am also one of only 3 faculty (including the principal) that possesses a doctorate, although I think the President of the school is also pursuing one as well.  I am actually looking to have a very decent tenure here, and with a good salary I cannot complain.  

As I mentioned, getting to this point has been a series of one miracle after another, and while things are not ideal yet - Zoe my rabbit needs to be rehomed as she is very loud at night and I have lost a lot of sleep because of her.  I also still have Mickey, Barbara's cat, as well, and juggling taking care of him with the two of mine is a challenge, especially when my home has been reduced from a three-bedroom mobile home to a single rented room in a Baltimore row house in a questionable area of town.  Then there is that smell out there - every once in a while, a putrid aroma like skunk spray hits my nostrils, and I was wondering what that nasty smell was.   After all, a huge city like Baltimore is not exactly crawling with wildlife (unless you count the squirrels and pigeons) so skunks are not in huge abundance.  I found out that this nasty smell is called mercaptan, and it is the same substance one can find in both flatuence and halitosis.  Now that I know what it is, it does ease some anxieties though.  After all, standing at the bus stop at the corner of Greenmount and 25th in downtown Baltimore is not what you would call a beautiful neighborhood, but in reality no one ever bothers me there.  All in good timing, I will eventually get a better house. 

On that note, we are still talking to the occasional parent who stops in, and it is honestly not necessarily a bad thing.  Being I have only been here a week, I don't know many of these kids yet, but at least the parents will know me as their kids' teacher.  However, it promises to be a LONG night, as we need to stay here until after 5.  But, I am salaried now, so it goes with the territory.

That catches up things for the week, so I will stop at this point and will have some other pithy insights next week.  Thank you for allowing me to share, and will see you next week!

Pet Peeves About Pets

 I wasn't planning on writing again so soon, but there has been something on my mind that I have to get off.   As some of you know, I had a bit of a shake-up in my life that has resulted in essentially starting over again in a new place.  Now, when one has pets, it exacerbates the situation somewhat in that the extra responsibilities of pet ownership can cause some difficulties in finding a place.  Many landlords (rightly so) are not keen on potential damages a pet can cause - cats and dogs can pee, scratch and chew up things, etc.  If I were a landlord I would have similar concerns of course.  Therefore, what I am about to say is not an issue with a landlord or property manager, but rather with some other entities.

Some years ago when I lived in St. Pete, FL, my cat Oreo had a significantly large litter of kittens - she had seven to be exact.  At the time, my wife and I lived in a 1-bedroom apartment on the 8th floor of a high-rise complex, and it was a bit of a challenge.  It was complicated more by trying to rehome the kittens - no one wanted to take them, and I was feeling stuck with them quite honestly.  When we finally did get someone who would take them, the people who came were so stuck-up that they just looked down their noses at our home in a very disrespectful way, and it was frankly irritating.  Then, they charged us a "donation" of almost $100 to take them.  But, at least they did.  However, having dealt with that on many occasions, I have some major issues with pet rescue places that need to be aired today.  They relate to other things, such as getting some aid or something for an adverse situation one finds themselves in, and it shows the deficiencies in what are supposed to be nonprofit "charities" in many cases because their "solutions" are largely inadequate.  Let's now talk about the specifics of animal rescue groups.

In principle, animal rescue and pet adoption are noble things, and they are part of the Christian understanding of natural law and showing love for God's creation.  The issue is not the reality of the need for such services, but the way they are often implemented.  When I had to make some significant adjustments recently to my living situation - the most radical adjustments I have made in 32 years honestly - one thing I had to consider was pets.  I own a rabbit, two cats, and did have three small birds.  The birds I was able to rehome, so that was a bit of progress.  In addition, because my ex Barbara was forced into a living situation that didn't allow her to keep her cat, I have him too now as well.  So, at this point, I have a rabbit and three cats.  I want to rehome the rabbit, because although my current landlord is OK with pets, he does charge extra so it would be impractical to keep her.  I began the rehoming process before moving here, and in all honesty it has been frustrating.  Many "organizations" who are supposed to be helpful are in reality useless - they cite lack of funds, overpopulation of shelters, etc.  for their lack of assistance.  I find it a bit dubious that every relief agency - especially in a big city like Baltimore - gives me the same dead-end answer, and upon looking into it, I noticed a couple of things I want to observe, and I am also offering a rebuttal to their claims here.

The whole "lack of funds" thing is the first claim I want to tackle.  I find it odd that organizations that rescue homeless pets or supposedly rehome pets for owners who are no longer able to keep them pitch the "lack of funds" schtick - I understand the economy is not the best nationwide right now, and that charitable giving is a bit down because many people have to use money they would normally contribute to such groups to buy a carton of eggs at inflated prices, or a tank of gas to get to work which is also horrendously inflated.  But, when you look at what the top brass in many of these organizations make, it makes one have questions.  There are some executives of groups such as SPCA that get literally in the hundreds of thousands of dollars in salary a year, which is more than what a private-practice attorney even gets.  If they are so short on funds, why those huge salaries??  Perhaps some auditing may be in order for some of these groups to find out where their contributions are going. 

A second area I want to address is the whole idea of animal abuse.  Animal abuse is evil, and no innocent creature should be subjected to those conditions.  But, the problem with so many of these "animal rights" groups is that they often go after individuals who really love their animals yet do not have adequate resources to care for them as they should.  I have heard of cases of people being locked up for not having a clean house for their dog or something, despite the fact the animal loves the person who takes care of them and the person loves that animal just as much.  One thing that really got my chaps chafed several years ago was one of these "green" groups - Greenpeace or one of those idiotic environmental pantheistic groups - targeting Gypsies in Istanbul for owning dancing bears.  Most of the Gypsies in question actually treated those bears with the best care they could afford them, and the bears were fed well and taken care of.  Yet, this is where the double standard of progressivism kicks in - this particular group collaborated with the Turkish government to impose ethnic discrimination on a vulnerable population of Gypsies in order to "save the bears."  The Turkish government has for centuries been one of the most genocidal entities on the face of the earth, and anyone with a lick of common sense would understand that the Turks couldn't give a damn about the plight of a bear - they just wanted an excuse to persecute a minority.  And, the liberal elitists who control these huge nonprofit advocacy groups were more than willing to collaborate with a genocidal government against a vulnerable population.  I have a lot more to say about that at another time, but sufficive to say, the elitists don't care about the causes they promote in many cases, but rather they have an agenda to control and manipulate as many people as possible to gain as much control as possible.  This also ties into things such as the LGBT agenda, abortion, eugenics, and other things.  Beware, therefore, of the so-called "environmental groups."

A third area I want to explore is the excuse that many pet rescue organizations give for refusing to help people who really need to rehome pets they are unable to keep due to circumstances beyond their control.  That excuse is overcrowded shelters.  I am not in a position to say whether or not a shelter is legitimately overcrowded or not, but I have been in a couple and they seem to have plenty of space.  When they are called on that, their excuse is that they only take certain types of animals and not others.  I think that is rather weak, and it shows their insincerity also.  If they were truly on a mission to get pets rehomed, they would be working with the pet owners to help in any way possible to get that animal a new home.  What many of these people do, however, is that they will tell a pet owner they can't take them, and then they give a list of "resources" of which many the owner has already explored and hit the same brick walls.  That creates more headaches and thus the poor owner is stuck with an animal they cannot keep and it could even put their home in jeopardy if the landlord persists in either making the pet owner give up the animal or charging more for them to stay.   But, the stuck-up elitists who run many of these animal shelters don't give a damn about that - they are after their own bottom line, which is to sell a service to raise more money to pay their top brass.  Make no mistake about it, these organizations are not "nonprofit," but are an industry.  That is what is sick, hypocritical, and inconsistent about such groups too.  They spend millions of dollars making these heart-tugging ads to prey on the feelings of unsuspecting viewers, but where does that all go?  It is successful (and deceptive) marketing.  The fatass actress Sally Struthers did the same thing for years with UNICEF, and we all know about UNICEF - much of the money it raises goes to prop up malevolent dictators and does not do anything to help at-risk kids.  When government and corporate marketing get involved with charitable work, it diminishes the whole thing by promoting agendas over actually helping those in need. That is why many modern charitable agencies are abject failures. 

A new way of rendering charitable aid is needed, and fast.  I talked about before how shelters and soup kitchens are woefully inadequate to ease the plight of the indigent, and it is simply because of one important aspect.  Such programs are bandaids, and while they may provide a meal here and there and maybe a bed to sleep in for one night, what do they really accomplish??  The answer is very little.  Many people who are down on their luck need a hand-up, not a hand-out - this is not being crass, because many of these people would give anything to have some sort of stability, and a soup kitchen or flophouse does not grant that to them.  They want incentive, they desire dignity, and they want to be able to stand on their own two feet.  Now, I am not necessarily talking about addicts or crazy people on the streets either - that is a whole separate issue that requires another solution beyond the scope of this discussion.  The people I am talking about are the guy who was laid off his job he had for many years, and due to not being able to keep up with his costs of living, he and his family were evicted from their home.  This individual is a hard-working guy who often prides himself on not accepting help from anyone, but is now forced to rely on food banks and other aid just to survive.  What this guy really wants is a job and an income restored, and then he would be able to take care of himself and his family.  Yet, no one helps him.   Now, let's say the same guy has a dog - he has had this dog since it was a pup, and the dog is practically part of the family.  Yet, many flophouses don't even allow personal possessions, much less pets, and it leaves the guy in a bad position.  If he doesn't lose the dog, he sleeps on the street.  Yet, if he does, there is damage caused that way too.  Yet, the animal rescues are not helping this guy and they could give a damn less about the dog.  This reeks of scandal, and it means that the "agencies" are rotten and stink to the core because of their "criteria."  That is why I am starting to understand why people like Robert D. Lupton have made the case that much of what is called "charity" is indeed toxic - he even wrote a book about it, and he makes good points.  The ultimate aim of charity is restorative, and not merely survival-enabling.  True charity seeks to preserve dignity of personhood and not quash it and strip people of it.  Lupton has been doing a lot of speaking and writing on this issue, and it needs to be taken more seriously.  His premise, and those of others who share his position, is that charity is to be directed at helping the person who falls on hard times to rebuild and transform, and not merely slap the bandaids of soup kitchens and flophouses on the problem.  I honestly need to read more of Lupton's ideas, and perhaps at a later date I can revisit this topic and offer some further insights based on my own reading of his material. 

Gravitating back to pets, there are some decent charities who do keep in mind that animals need care too, and there are pet "food banks" that supply things such as cat litter, pet food, and other supplies for people that need them.  One of the best examples of this is Jefferson County Community Ministries in Charles Town, WV.  This is a true charity that actually cares for the people it helps, and we need more like them.  Also, if shelters cannot take the pets of vulnerable people who could lose a home over the situation, why can't they help these people find pet-friendly homes at affordable prices so the people can keep and care for their beloved pets then without having to face the choice of losing a pet or losing a home??  That would be nice.  Or, they could provide programs - farms in rural areas, etc. - to take at-risk pets temporarily until the owners are able to find a location that will let them keep them.  These are just a few ideas.  On that note, let me add a couple of closing observations to wrap up today's discussion.

I have been through some rough situations myself over the years - as a matter of fact, as I write this I am recovering from one such situation.  I promised God that if I could really overcome this, I wanted to dedicate either my own abilities or at least some financial support to worthy programs who really do provide a way for people to rebuild lives, and in the future maybe I will be in a position to start one myself - only God knows or will allow that if he sees fit.  Good programs based on incentive, hands-up assistance, and aiding in helping to rebuild self-sufficiency are integral to ending the crisis of homelessness as well as providing ways to combat the destructive economic policies certain individuals in power have inflicted on American people.  As I continue to research this and think about it, I want to begin to formulate a body of ideas which would facilitate and incentivize recovery and self-sufficiency for people who desperately need it, and if we can do this, I also believe our society as a whole could be transformed.  Like Robert Lupton and others, I believe that the way charity is practiced in this nation needs to be reformed drastically, because the "old ways" don't work nor do they provide long-term solutions.  This is true in regard to homelessness, hunger, crime, addiction, and even pet issues.  May we start to think outside the old moldy box of charitable practices that have failed, and really provide good solutions to people who could truly benefit from them.  Thank you for allowing me to share, and will see you next time. 

The New Chapter

As I write this, I am doing so in the middle of one of the biggest cities in the nation - Baltimore.  I am no stranger to Baltimore, as I actually spent my kindergarten year atttending Stuart Hill Academy nearby on Gilmor Street back in 1975 (my goodness, that was almost 50 years ago!).  The Baltimore I knew then was a big city too, but a large number of our family lived over near Wilkins Avenue on the west end of town.  As I accepted the job of Theology teacher at Christo Rey Jesuit High School and we also had to do an unplanned move a few weeks back, a number of circumstances have led to me being here now.  This is my first day here actually, as I moved in last night, and my feelings are mixed about this right now.  For one, I am really actually going to miss the more laid-back ambience of Hagerstown, about 65 miles west of here, and this is the first time I have lived in the middle of a big city in over 20 years (the last being St. Petersburg, FL).  There are many emotions going through me as I write this - a sentimentality of the past, a heaviness of not having Barbara still close by (she is in Rockville), a little nervousness about starting this new position on the 4th, a little fear about the neighborhood (there were fights outside last night that were disturbing, and the gang graffiti is not something I am too happy about), and yet I am also somewhat excited about the possibilities at the same time.  My life has been dismantled, reassembled, and much of the dust created by it still hasn't settled yet.  Yet, there is also a reassurance - God has been in all of this, and I feel him with me in everything right now.  That assures me that I am on the right track at least and this is something totally different than I have ever experienced in my life.  It has been a lot to take in, and as a historian I make some parallels to certain things which relate.  Let me get into one of those now.

I am a student of late Roman antiquity, as the "fall" of the Roman Empire in AD 476 is a fascinating subject.  I have watched documentaries on that, read many books on the topic, and it was one of the three areas I was exploring for a dissertation when I was completing my Ph.D.  The thing about ancient Rome is that in reality it never actually "fell."  The Eastern part of the Empire lasted for another thousand years, and in the West, a series of entities kept the legacy of Rome alive politically up to the end of World War I.  Original Roman Empire faded and somewhat disintegrated, but the pieces were picked up by subsequent kingdoms and it lived on.  My life too is like that right now.  I lost a lot in this move - while I believe I salvaged about 60% of what I wanted to keep, I still had substantial losses of things.  But, the spirit of what inspired me to collect the books and music I once had still lives strong within me, and I will rebuild at some point.  When I signed my lease for this place with a very nice landlord named Andy last night, a new chapter was opened in my life.  It is not starting out like much now - I have only a room to claim as my dominion as compared with a whole house just a couple of months ago, and the integral aspects of my life are at this point stored in a container in Martinsburg almost 2 hours away.  I have few resources - mostly just my clothes, my food, and a few things I need - and money will be tight at least until I earn my first paycheck in mid-November.  But, from humble beginnings will arise great things, and this is in essence a fresh start, a new beginning, and to be honest there is a level of excitement about it amidst the apprehension and fear I am feeling now.  Also, unlike my stay in motels over the past three weeks, at least I don't have to worry at this point about not knowing where I will sleep another night - I am good here for a while, and that takes a lot of burden away.  In time, I will have a home of my own again, and with the salary I am going to be making from my new teaching position, that could happen in a matter of months.  But, for now, it is in my best interest to just allow for some recovery and to begin to get things back in order again, and that will take a little time.  

Looking at this place I am in - it is an old Baltimore rowhouse, brick on the outside and stucco walls on the inside - I obviously have many thoughts running through my head.  I am sharing the place with two other guys.  One, Joel, is a stonemason by trade and is a middle-age man with a blue collar demeanor.  The other, Jason, is a young Mexican-American student who I actually had the pleasure of talking to, and turns out he is a nice young man and I think we will all get along well.  The landlord, Andy, is a very empathetic man who also displays a strong faith and he has been in the business of refurbishing these rowhouses for a number of years (he is my age actually).  Now the neighborhood leaves much to be desired - this is inner Baltimore, and because it has somewhat of a reputation, I am not planning on staying at this place very long (maybe a couple of months at the most).  But, it's a roof over my head, and I will make the best of it, especially when I start earning a little more income soon and can begin to establish some sort of life again.  I do really miss Barbara though, but thankfully she is fairly close by too.  We are talking about eventually having our own place again, as I don't think God wants us to be apart from each other and we still need to rely on each other for so many things.  So, we will see what happens.

Another asset of this place is that it is not the Motel 6 anymore thank goodness!  Being in that motel for almost the better of three weeks was one of the most hellish experiences I have ever faced, and I never want to go through anything like that again!  However, God used many good people to help me during all that, and I am thankful for each and every one of them.  I may be still relying on a little help from someone until my first check comes in, but at least it won't be a day-to-day battle for survival like it was there.  I also do have all the animals with me except the birds - all three cats, and my rabbit Zoe.  I am thinking about rehoming Zoe, and pray to God I can do so soon.  Although I love that little bunny, she is becoming a huge responsibility that is hard for me to handle, and she needs a more secure home.  If I do keep her, it will also cost me more here too.  So, my prayer is that she has a potential family that will adopt her.  Then, in all reality, I will have just my two cats (Lily and Tippy) as well as taking care of Mickey for Barbara until she can get a place to take him herself.  Pets do complicate things unfortunately, but they are also blessings in themselves too as they give much-needed companionship when one feels so alone. 

So, as it stands, a new chapter has begun, just in time for my 55th birthday, and many details are still coming together for me even as I am writing this now.  This is just the opening paragraph of that chapter, so we have yet to see how it will come together.  I have to keep reminding myself that God ultimately has this, and that he would not bring me this far for nothing.  And, that is a lesson so many need right now, as it is easy to get exhausted and on the verge of surrender even when seeing God's hand at work.  There is still much to do, but we are on the right way now.  Please continue to remember me in your prayers, and I will post continual updates on this journey.  Thanks for visiting today, and see you next time.  

Getting Adjusted

 I noted last week how this is a new chapter, and as the dust begins to settle the chapter is yet still in its opening stages now, so a lot has yet to be determined as things continue to fall into place.  I can say though with confidence that God has guided every step of the way, and although at this point I am tired, wounded, and in need of restoration, I feel it is coming soon enough.  That leads to a recap of the week and a couple of observations.  I attempted to write this earlier but am convinced the "prince of the power of the air" is a demonic entity that screws with cyberspace, especially when many important things need to be said.  So, we will try this again.

As of tomorrow, it will be a week since I moved into this new place in downtown Baltimore, and it has been interesting.  I have two decent roommates for one thing.  One is a fairly smart and courteous young Mexican-American man from California named James (my new landlord Andy kept calling him "Jason" for some reason, but luckily I got his real name).  James is a student at a local college, and he also earns his living expenses as a part-time worker at Fedex.  He and I have had some interesting talks since he thinks largely along the same lines I do.  The other guy, Joel, is a middle-aged stonemason who originally is from New York.  Joel is a bit, well, free-spirited - he does indulge in the "devil's lettuce" a little (thankfully he is discreet about it and I never smell or notice it), and he is a bit more blue-collar and gritty.  And, he has an adorable little dog named Carlo who loves everybody.  The guys are good roommates, and we all sort of live our own lives with friendly but infrequent conversation.  That can get a bit lonesome for me at times, as I am used to Barbara and she and I were a lot closer - even being divorced we are like brother and sister, and I do have days I miss her a lot.  Right now, she lives in a place she shares with five other guys in Rockville, and she too has some loneliness too.  So, we still talk to each other and try to get together as much as we can.  I am not planning on staying in this neighborhood for a long time - it is mainly to get acclimated to my new position as teacher at Christo Rey School, and then I plan on moving closer to the school, such as maybe Fells Point or Dundalk, as to be honest I am a bit uneasy about this neighborhood - it is in the heart of Baltimore after all, and it is therefore a place where you have to be vigilant despite the fact this particular neighborhood is pretty quiet.  That leads me into some observations about Baltimore itself.

It has been 50 years since I lived in Baltimore, and at that time (mid-1970s) we lived on the other side of town in the community called Irvington, located roughly between Frederick Highway and Wilkins Avenue.  Back then, our entire family practically lived in that community, although as many of them became financially able they moved to the suburbs.  For decades now (even when I was a kid here in the 1970s) Baltimore has been essentially a majority Black city.  As I ride the buses, I stick out, I will just put it that way.  Many of the Blacks here though are just normal people - many indeed are actually very friendly and helpful, especially when asking for directions to get around downtown and on the transit system.  But, Baltimore is also notorious for violent crime stats as well, but that was true for probably the better of 70 years in all honesty.  It would be easy for people to conclude that there is a connection between the Black demographic and crime statistics, and it would be a plausible conclusion to make, but in all honesty there are evil White people too - the scariest person I encountered here in the past few days, as a matter of fact, was a creepy-looking White guy up on Reisterstown Road when I was up there yesterday to do my fingerprinting for my new position.  With the Blacks in town, they will respect you if you respect them - don't act scared of them, and be courteous and polite to them as they are fellow human beings.  Most of the time, if you do that they will respond in kind, so my policy is to treat Black residents of the city like the human beings they truly are, and not to resort to stereotypes and idiotic rhetoric.  The key to improving race relations is not to give preferential treatment to anyone, but to utilize respect and good manners, and to be yourself without trying to say "Yeah, I have a Black friend" or something stupid like that.  The more one is their true self, the more respect that will earn.

Baltimore has always had a connection to me for some reason.  After all, I lived here as a kid, even going to kindergarten just a couple of miles from where I am sitting at Stuart Hill Academy over on Gilmor Street, and also enjoying the delicious local cuisine at places like Bay Island Seafood and Kibbie's out on Wilkins.  Over the years, I have had so many dreams about being here that there are places in town that give me deja vu moments.  So, was this where I was meant to be?  That is something that I need to ponder more and seek God out on, as it has been nothing short of a miracle that I landed what is practically the dream job with a great salary, and everything fell into place - not without struggle though, as it has been a battle too.  But, I see my faith growing, and thanks to the love and support of good people like my cousin Elvira, my friends Elaine, Fran, and Amy, and two wonderful churches (Fr. Grassi at St. James in Charles Town, and Fr. James at St. Mary's in Hagerstown), as well as a good-hearted former boss (Danny) and the generosity of my present boss (Dr. Mitala, the principal at Christo Rey).  And additionally there is Barbara - we went through a lot of this stuff together, and our combined prayers sustained us through many things.  Then, I even have to credit the former landlord who made us move, Valerie - despite having to follow orders from her evil bosses, Valerie was actually very gracious to us and thanks to her we were able to save Lily, our cat, as well as being able to salvage a great deal of our stuff.  Then there is my current landlord of this place, Andy - Andy is a good man, and as a devout Evangelical Christian he has been very workable with the whole situation of moving here.  I thank God for all these folks and others I may have forgotten to mention, because without them we would have been in a mess.  You learn quickly how to depend on God, and it is a humbling experience for sure. 

In addition to all those dreams about Baltimore though, there were other dreams over the years too - many times I have had dreams of tornadoes and floods, and the odd thing about those dreams was the fact that in many cases the storm or water looked frightening, but it never touched or harmed me.  I remember a particularly intense one a few years back I had about this enormous funnel cloud - the thing must have been 20 miles wide, was as black as tar, and it loomed over the horizon as we drove toward it.  In that particular dream, Granny was still alive, and she, Mom, and I were in a car going to her house, which in the dream was at this intersection and was in a wide-open yard with no trees.  That huge funnel cloud went right past a living room window, but never touched the house!  Talk about shelter in the storm, that was a good image of that.  I also have had dreams of floods coming so close to a doorstep that they practically were within centimeters of touching me, but they just stopped.  It is highly possible that dreams like that do contain some glimpses of the future, and if so, then I am now feeling what that meant in real time.  The same feelings I had in those dreams are feelings I have had the past month with all that I have faced.   Could the dreams have prepared me for this?  I cannot say, and I may even be completely wrong.  Perhaps as I look back on this time in my life later I will see things clearer.  

The week itself has been quite interesting as well.  Last Saturday, Barbara and I were able to retrieve the stuff Valerie set aside for us, and the church was gracious enough to lend us a truck to pick it up.  We have all that safely in storage, and there were surprises in that.  For one, they packed my new alto sax, which I was very happy about.  Also, I got several of my boxed set LPs, some very collectible items, and I even was able to get my Louis Prima collection.  Additionally I got all my family history books and they are now safely in storage.  Overall, that will be a good start once I am able to move to a more stable place and can start the rebuilding process.  

Secondly, I got to visit this beautiful church that is a ten-minute walk away.  SS Philip and James Church is a 130-year-old parish across the street from Johns Hopkins University, and it is perhaps one of the most beautiful churches I have ever been in.  It is a Byzantine/Romanesque style church with beautiful Byzantine iconography inside, and it is administered by the Dominican Friars.  It is also a very sound parish theologically, and I felt at home there as it reminded me of Fr. Grassi and St. James in Charles Town in a lot of ways.  For the tenure of my stay at this place, I will probably use that as my home parish too.  It was a blessing to go there for sure.

Third, it has been a busy week overall so far with positives and negatives.  The negative was minor,but it entailed Liberty University.  You see, after I completed and received my Ph.D. a couple of months back, I was contemplating doing a postdoctoral certificate in some kind of educational discipline to help enhance my skills at my new vocation.  However, the one weakness with Liberty is that it is addicted to mass marketing, and they enroll people on a revolving-door basis almost robotically.  They registered me for the Fall semester, and I supposedly got a financial aid package for it.  What they didn't tell me is that because my dissertation defense course, although completed, lasts until the end of the Fall term, I couldn't take anything that did not apply to that degree (which was completed and conferred).  So, that led to a huge issue with them I had to fight on Monday, and I accepted that this was not the time to be going back to school - for one thing, it just isn't practical as so much is going on and I am still trying to get back on course.  Hopefully though, I don't end up with a $500 bill over it though, as that is the last thing I need, so I disputed it.  God has worked everything else out though, and he will this too.

Fourth, yesterday I was able to also get my fingerprints done for my new position as well as updating my ID, which had expired.  For the first time in my life, I got to go on the subway - yes, Baltimore does have a subway!  That was an interesting experience and I really liked it.  I only wish I would have had some money to spend at Lexington Market in downtown Baltimore, as I want to check that out.  Soon though, that will happen too.  I still have to get a replacement Social Security card though, and I may still do that Friday as the subway goes right to the Social Security office.  That gives an idea of how my week has been so far.  I also want to thank my new boss and the principal of my school, Dr. Mitala, for providing the means of getting everything done - he really does have a good heart, and may God bless him for that. 

That gives you more of glimpse of life the past few days for me, and I will continue chronicling my journey as it comes together. I start teaching next week, so things will begin to really come together in the next couple of weeks or so.  Thank you for allowing me to share, and will see you next time. 

Tumultuous Transitions and New Beginnings

 As I write this tonight, there are a lot of things going on.  A lot of it is scary, but I have also seen God's hand at work.  I have spent the last week or so in a motel - I am camped out here at the Motel 6 in Charles Town for a few days - pondering so many things.  Yesterday, my parish priest Fr. Grassi talked about in his homily at Mass about an odd topic - "let go of the banana."  The premise of his homily was based on some experiment in which a group of monkeys were tested with a hollowed-out coconut inside of which was placed a banana.  A small hole just big enough for the monkey's hand was placed in the coconut, and the objective was for the monkey to grab the banana and pull it out.  However, the banana was bigger than the hole, and as long as the monkey held onto it the banana was stuck.  Fr. Grassi's point was that we do that all the time in our lives - we attempt to hold onto things we should be letting go of.  I got a serious lesson in that last Friday when we had to move due to some complications with our rental situation.  Because of time constraints, I had to leave a large study library, my entire music collection, and a lot of other stuff behind.  It is a little hard to adjust to, but through it I also began to realize several things:

1. Sometimes to move forward, we have to let go of things that encumber us.  As much as I loved my library and my music collection, to be honest it has been a logistics nightmare over the years to transport them from place to place.  At some point I may gain it all back, but it will be when I am in a better and more permanent position to house them.

2. Although I loved that stuff, the important thing to remember is just that - it is just stuff.  It can be replaced, and like Job's story in the Bible, the replacement may be better than the original.  

3. It could be that God was maybe answering my prayer in a way I didn't expect.  I have heard an expression that God doesn't let things fall apart, but rather he lets them fall in place.  Oddly, despite the chaos of the sudden move and the physical and mental strain it has had on me, God is at work - he provided in such an abundant way for my needs now that my faith has grown. I see myself coming out of this better at some point. 

Now, the good thing is that I didn't lose everything.  For one thing, all of my important papers, pictures, and other items of sentimental value have been preserved, and they are safely stored in a storage unit between here and Martinsburg.  Much of that is my original work, and it is irreplaceable.  I am thankful I was able to do that.  Also, my pets are all with me too - two cats, my bunny, and my three birds.  The two cats both have had their own trauma being dragged from place to place, but they are resilient.  There are some other changes to talk about too, so I will get into those as well.

As of Friday, Barbara and I are no longer under the same roof.  She is living in a rented room close to where she works in Gaithersburg, but she isn't totally happy about it.  She has to share the place with three guys, and her sisters (that's a story in itself!) more or less forced her into that situation because their objective is to micromanage her life.  In my opinion, she made a mistake even getting them involved in this, because their intentions are for themselves rather than for Barbara's wellbeing.  She wants out, and I am praying for that to happen for her.  Barbara too does deserve so much more than that, and I pray God is with her.  Her sisters also have never particularly liked me, and they did this to cut us off from each other too.  I have missed her actually, because in all honesty we have lived under the same roof together for probably more than 32 years until now.  Although we divorced three years ago, we still have always been friends and that will never change.  Barbara is like a sister to me, and to be honest she has been wonderful company to me over the years too.  But, we still chat and talk almost daily, despite her sisters threatening to cut her off if she even talks to me.  Ultimately, God's will is bigger than a bunch of evil micromanaging siblings, so this too will have a good conclusion, I know it. 

While I had accepted the fact that one day Barbara and I would go our separate ways as we are no longer a married couple, I don't believe this is the way it was supposed to happen.  But, it has, and now is the adjustment to new life.  I am still somewhat scared, and the uncertainty of the future lingers a bit, but I also see God working.  He did so in a very important way this week that I want to share now.

A month or so back, I got this call from the principal of the Christo Rey Jesuit High School in Baltimore.  He was very impressed with my credentials, and although things got off to a rocky start, he called me a couple of weeks ago to do a working interview - in this case, teaching a demo Theology class to a group of 13 high school juniors.  The interview almost did not happen.  The original day I was to do it, we were told we had to move out of our house.  The following Tuesday after, I was given the wrong departure time for the train from Harpers Ferry, and ended up missing the interview then too - but the blessing came from meeting Karan Townsend, the owner of the Town's Inn in Harpers Ferry, and the day had a blessing of its own.   But, last Thursday was the charm - I made it to the interview, had a good experience teaching the class, and the principal was very impressed with me.  The next step in that happened this morning when he asked for references, which I gladly provided him.  The position looks like it will be a sure thing, and I may even be considered as a department chair as well - this would be the dream job.  For those reading this, your prayers are always appreciated. 

At this point, a lot is still uncertain - I have a bunch of hurdles in front of me yet, and with limited resources it can be a bit overwhelming.  But, God's hand has been all over this too, and somehow this is all going to come together.  I won't be writing as much now, as I need to get all settled into a more permanent place, but I will keep you posted as best I can on what happens.  Thanks for listening, and God's blessings to you. 

Paradigm Shift Change

 As I am writing this, I am exhausted, a bit uncertain, and there is a lot going on now.  I am sitting in the Town's Inn in Harpers Ferry, WV, and was just having a pleasant chat with the owner, Karan Thompson.  In case this is not familiar, it was featured on an episode of Gordon Ramsay's Hotel Hell a few years back, and being I live so close by, I had wanted to visit here.  There are things I learned I won't share to protect Karan, but sufficive to say, not everything on the show was as it seems.  This little inn is quaint, and Karan is the sweetest person.  Due to the fact I missed a MARC train to an important interview today (which by the grace of God was rescheduled!) I am going to be here for the duration of the day.  It is also good to have my first cup of coffee in several days, and I will get into that story in a minute.  Any rate, let's move forward with the discussion.

Last week, we lost our home and practically everything in it - luckily I salvaged the large percentage of my important items, and they are now secured safely in a storage facility outside Martinsburg.  As for me, I am staying at a motel in Ranson (just outside Charles Town) for a temporary time, and it is an adjustment.  While it has been an adjustment losing my whole library and my music collection (second time for the latter), I understand why now.  Sometimes our foundation has to be refurbished, and in doing so the structure may need to be torn down and rebuilt.  But, unlike Joe Biden's slogan and its implications, this is the real "Build Back Better," and doors are beginning to open for me even now despite some major challenges.  In some respects, I feel a little like Job, but the important thing is that God is ultimately in control, and this is a new beginning for me any way I look at it.  It is just that the timing was unexpected is all. 

Losing a home is never an easy transition - there is a lot of dust that needs to settle as things get redefined and realigned, and at the moment I am very sore and tired.  I have lost many hours of sleep, and for several days I didn't even have an appetite.  And being my ex Barbara and I had to basically coordinate this move by ourselves (although we did get very much appreciated help from both our parish priest, as well as from a sweet Jewish lady Barbara knows from her earlier work, Beth Fox - she stocked us up with latkes, knishes, pastries, and some Omaha Steaks burgers that were delicious, and she was a Godsend when we were moving with bringing much needed drinks), it was the most strenuous work I have ever done - I felt like several times it would do me in due to the fact that I am not as young as I used to be and these intense moves are something I won't be able to do anymore soon.  I will just be glad when the dust settles and we can get back on course again. 

And, despite the traumatic aspects of this experience, I at least have some perspective as to what is going on now.  It is humbling, but in many ways also liberating.  After all, the logistics of moving around a HUGE library and a music collection were cumbersome, and worrying about how to do that was a huge source of stress.  Yet, God moved.  Not exactly like I would have liked, but he did move.   While a lot of uncertainty still hangs over everything - it is like a bomb-damaged city after a war honestly - the drive to rebuild is there, and I will make the best effort to do so.   As things unfold I will detail that journey more.

This year has been one of a lot of paradoxes - on one hand, I earned a Ph.D., and on another I lost my home.  But, out of ashes sometimes grows the best flora, and I am planning to ensure a bountiful harvest from this ash heap.  Any rate, that is an update on life at this time, and I will be back again soon.  God's blessings to all who read this. 

The Thrower Music Collection - Year 42

 October 1st is only a few days away, and anyone who has been following me for any amount of time knows the significance of that day.  It is the day, in 1982, that I got my first LP recording which kicked off a significant music collection that I have now.  In 42 years, you can do a lot with any interest, and the progress of my collection is very significant.   Let us first deal with the stats, and then I will reflect on specifics. 

As of October 1, my total music collection sits at approximately 3219 items, including 1869 CDs, 1145 LP records, and 207 DVDs.   This is up from 3187 total at this time last year.  The net increase then is 32 total new items, which includes 29 new CDs and 3 new LP records.  The CDs this year focused on some very significant items - one was the 16-disc Hal Kemp set that was recently released, which essentially has all of his recordings between the years 1926 and 1941.  Also, we got some vintage rarities, including a complete collection of pioneer bandleader Ford Dabney's material released by our good friends at Archeophone Records, a collection of early Carl Fenton material under his actual name Gus Henschen which dates from the early 1920s, and some newer stuff I have been after for a while, including Gypsy guitarist Angelo DeBarre and accordionist Ludovic Baer, and of vintage Italian bandleader Renato Carosone (2 discs there).  The acquisitions also included 4 discs of a legendary Philadelphia Mummer's Parade band called the Ferko String Band, and that was pioneering territory for me personally.  For those not familiar with what this is, the Mummer's Parade is practically a Philadelphia variation on the Mardi Gras theme, and one thing it features are these huge music ensembles of "string bands" - they include the typical brass instrumentation one associates with marching bands, but also feature concertinas, accordions, and banjos and ukeleles.  Like many of these traditional forms of music, during the age of the dance bands it became incorporated into the repertoire, in particular via the late bandleader Art Mooney, whose 1948 hit record of "I'm Looking Over a Four Leaf Clover" capitalized on this sound.  In many instances, it is similar in a number of ways to some of the Czech and Bohemian polka ensembles that are in Texas particularly (the Shiner Hobos come to mind here), and in that context Mooney was filling a similar niche that Lawrence Welk did with the introduction of polkas to dance band music programs. The Ferkos have been around in some form for over 100 years, so their inclusion in my collection adds continual legacy.  In 2026, I will be working on my first comprehensive history of American dance bands, and plan on showing how the style of things like Mummer's Parade bands were incorporated into the catalogs of arrangements of bands like Art Mooney's, and it will be a history unlike any published in many years.  I have the collection now to work from, so it excites me to finally get into that here in a little over 18 months. 

LP records had a little less growth, as I am actually trying to move away from LPs as simply I believe I have all of those I am looking for.  I only acquired three of those this year, one being the 1957 coveted recording of the combined bands of Les Brown and Vic Schoen in creating Suite for Two Bands.  Making dance band productions which appealed more to the serious side of music is nothing new, as it dates back to at least Paul Whiteman in the 1920s introducing Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue Grofe's Grand Canyon Suite.  It continued into the 1940s, when many bandleaders (notably Freddy Martin) introduced composers such as Grieg, Tchaikovsky, and Rachmaninov to a whole new audience in danceable arrangements.  Then came Woody Herman in 1946 with Stravinsky's Ebony Concerto, as well as leaders such as Duke Ellington and Stan Kenton embarking on ambitious projects of original compositions which took the dance band from the ballroom to the concert hall.  The Brown/Schoen collaboration in 1956 represents an apex of this, and it showcased the fact that rather than this great music being just for ballrooms and jukeboxes, it also had a place in more sophisticated cultural settings.  To this regard, it also dovetails jazz, which likewise saw a similar evolution over the years from being the music of dance halls and brothels in New Orleans to being a serious music that was played in venues such as Carnegie Hall.  And, it also means that the music merits serious scholarly inquiry as not only a cultural phenomenon, but also as a viable art form in itself.   The other two LPs I acquired this past year included two albums in the New World Anthology series, these focusing on rare territory bands of the 1920s and 1930s.   The New World set for many years was something one could only find in public libraries, but with the evolution of recording technology as well as the availability of platforms such as Amazon and Ebay, they are now available to interested collectors like myself.  Many libraries have jettisoned many of their vinyl collections, and a lot of them found their way onto Ebay and Amazon "storefronts" at very good prices.  It is almost redundant now to go to the thrift stores, flea markets, and junk shops to scour through boxes and boxes of records to look for that rare one, but in a way that is sad too because it was in places like that where my own collection started.  Other collectors (with good reason) often look down on acquiring records from thrift shops, citing the inferior condition as many are often badly stored, have scratches and nicks, and even mold/mildew damage on some records.  However, I am not as dismissive of those venues, as if one is open to checking them out it is highly possible that a rare gem can be uncovered, something that legendary collectors such as the late Joe Bussard and Greg Drust understood well.  I also don't just collect records due to the technical stuff - original serial numbers, certain labels, and all that are interesting, and if you find those hang onto them.  I collect out of simple love of the music itself.   If a collector is only collecting for pecuniary objectives and has no real love of the music, then that person to me is not a true collector - that person is simply a treasure hunter and slightly above the grave robbers that desecrated royal tombs in ages past.  Love of the music though is something different, and the best collectors have always had that passion for the music they collect, seeing it both as aesthetically pleasing as well as historically significant.  That means often our collections will have a lot of the more popular stuff - like Glenn Miller's "In the Mood" or Artie Shaw's "Begin the Beguine" - because we love the sound.  The rarer stuff though is a treat, not for the value that a pristine piece of vinyl or shellac will bring, but rather because it documents recorded history.  Have a passion for what you collect, regardless of what it is.  Don't just do it for economic advantage because "it might be worth something."  It already is worth something - it is quality music you love and it also represents a gold mine of important history, which is worth more than any money that could be offered for it.  

So, let me reflect some on where I am at with the collection as it enters its 43rd year.  I had some close calls these past couple of years due to economic challenges that almost caused me to lose my home and everything in it.  But, God has been good, and I am positive about the future of things.  Also, in the process of finishing up my Ph.D. (which I did in September and also have just received my official diploma yesterday from when I am writing this), I haven't been as focused as much on my collection as I once was.  There is another reason for this.  Basically, there is little else to collect at this point.  A true collector always continues looking for things as they come available, so no one ever stops collecting if they have a passion for the craft.  However, with "bucket list" items there may come a point where you will have almost everything you have been looking for, and then the focus shifts to just keeping an eye out for something that you may really be looking for.  That is where I am at now.  Although this past year has been somewhat fruitful in regard to collecting, it is not at the level of acquisition it was in previous years, but that is a good thing.  It means a goal has been reached.  In all honesty, I am not really looking to collecting much else in 2024-2025, so it may be a slow year as little new material has been released.  So, we are entering a new phase.

Given I have now finished my doctoral degree and have successfully earned it, my dissertation work on a totally different topic is completed and published, so I am catching up on other research interests. At this point in time, I am writing an article for an academic journal and I also have two other book projects I will be prioritizing through most of 2025.  However, one thing I have always wanted to do is a history of dance bands, and I already have several books in my library in that regard.  I have never really included books as part of the music collection, as they belong in my reference library, but I am in the process of acquiring several to facilitate a future book project of my own.  Many of the books I am planning to purchase over the course of the next year are big band biographies - Artie Shaw's book The Trouble with Cinderella is one of them, as well as Desi Arnaz's rare biography simply titled A Book.  As a historian, there are two major essentials for doing research - the availability of primary source material as well as an original approach to the topic being researched.  I am acquiring the first, and as for the second, there is something that has bugged me for some time.  Often, the terms "big band," "swing band," and "dance band" are utilized to label this great music, and other writers also lump it in with jazz and pop music.  However, I have found those terms as lacking inclusivity of what the genre really entails, as many of these orchestras were not technically big bands, many also did not play exclusively "swing" music, and not all of their arrangements were made for the dance hall either.  And, while many of them did include notable jazz legends (notably Duke Ellington) or pop icons (Desi Arnaz, Rudy Vallee), the music cannot be categorized as either, because in many ways it is both but also a unique musical tradition in itself.  So, my contention is coming up with a new term for this music that would be more inclusive of the entire genre, and that is what my research will be focused on.  No doubt I will probably get some opposition and controversy over my take from all sides, but that is a risk one takes when venturing into new territory.  My major thing over the years though is making my collection work for me, and I have wondered how to do that.  After all, there are literally thousands of dollars invested in it, and I need to make it profit on some level.  There are some pieces in my collection I have purchased for as little as a quarter, but I also have large sets I have paid hundreds of dollars for too. While it does satisfy my own musical tastes, it also needs to be utilized in a way that educates others as well as preserving its rich legacy. So, that is where we plan to go in year 43.

Thank you for allowing me to share a very large passion - my love of vintage music - and we will see how Year 43 goes now.  Have a good remainder of your week, and will see you next time. 

This Week's Reflections

 I am back this week with a lot going on in my mind.  I want to begin with an experience from yesterday, and then I have some pontificating to do on a couple of issues.

My ex-wife's cat has been very sick lately - he stopped eating and is dropping weight at an alarming rate.  To see what was wrong with him, my ex called a pet food company and asked about it, and they gave her a voucher for a free first office visit to one of the big corporate vet services, Banfield Animal Hospitals.  However, due to corporate head games and technicalities, the nearest and most immediate time she could get the cat in was yesterday at 11 AM in Leesburg, VA (about 50 miles from where I live).  She asked me to ride along with her to help with transporting the poor cat, and due to some factors in traveling, we ended up being 36 minutes late.  The individuals at that particular Banfield refused to see him, despite the fact we had him in the office. So, I basically told them off - my ex's cat was inherited from her deceased sister four years ago, and he is 17 years old, and being I watch him often for her he is like my own and I love the little guy.  This led to a scathing Yelp review for that particular Banfield location, and I plan on inflicting some more publicity damage upon them later as they deserve every bit of it.  Dealing with this has led me to make a few observations about the situation of medical care in general that I feel are needed.

For anyone who has read my material for some time and also knows me personally, I have no love for Corporate America.  I have worked in it, dealt with it with my own personal business, and have also seen some of the effects it has had on society, which are not good.  Robert F. Kennedy Jr., as a matter of fact, is actually taking on one particular issue the Corporate America is culpable of, and that is the junk that is put into our food.  Mass-production of food for a buck has led to a lot of cut corners as well as the risk of unhealthy additives in our food supplies by greedy corporate oligarchs who only care about the bottom line and not about the welfare of the consumers they market to.  This of course had its roots in the Industrial Revolution, but it also was a problem in other industries with the rise of "robber baron" oligarchs at the end of the 19th century such as J.P. Morgan, John D. Rockefeller, Andrew Carnegie, Cornelius Vanderbilt, and others.  It became such a problem at the beginning of the 20th century that President Teddy Roosevelt sought to rain them in with anti-trust legislation, and he was to a degree successful.  To be honest, I really wish Roosevelt could have finished the job, and then we would not have what I term an "oligarchy of monopolies" in which someone is trying to gobble up every small business, as well as even stable corporations which are not attempting to monopolize markets, just to enrich themselves with inferior quality of product and also unacceptable working conditions for the employees who serve them.   Up to the time that industrialization took over a lot of business sectors, the idea of monopolizing a particular industry was not really a thing - of course there were successful businesses that made their founders and leaders wealthy, and no one would dispute someone pursuing a fortune at all; that is not what this is about.  The fundamental problem is what is called "crony capitalism," where a small group of elitist oligarchs representing certain industries try to swallow up and destroy anyone else in those fields. They do so through buying off politicians who in turn implement onerous regulations to prevent people from starting businesses (this also includes the whole "eminent domain" scams that flout themselves as "laws") by making start-up efforts so rigorous and impossible that it drains the resources of a potential business owner and makes them give up in despair.  When the "big guys" win, they corner the market then and flood it with product that is often inferior in quality yet profitable because it can be mass-produced.  The dedicated craftsmanship of the small proprietor then is diminished, and mass-produced garbage designed to either deteriorate quickly or pose health risks to the consumer that buys them floods the markets, and the greedy oligarchs in charge count on the inferior quality to make the consumer spend more money at their establishments for more junk.  That is what has transpired in American society.  Many of those same megalomaniacal oligarchs (three that come to mind are George Soros, Bill Gates, and Klaus Schwab) then set their sights on trying to gain control of society.  They finance subversive movements, buy off politicians, and then hold "forums" to implement their utopian (or more accurately, dystopian) visions for the world, including Schwab's famous "You vill eet zee bugz and live in zee pods and you vill be HAPPY!!" mentality.  Aldous Huxley wrote of this as a fictional scenario years ago in Brave New World, and it seems like we are seeing it come to pass in real time.  I even read a year ago that the secularist authorities being bankrolled by these oligarchs have banned Huxley's and Orwell's book 1984 in Britain and elsewhere - they understand that if the right people read those, their cover is blown.  It is this backdrop, as well as the personal experience with my ex's cat, that I want to address now in regard to certain industries.

Lest you think that "crony capitalism" is confined to just the industrial or tech sectors, think again.  As of the past 30 or so years, the medical field and even prisons have likewise been corporatized.  When I worked for a small diagnostic clinic in Florida 20 years ago, I was in charge of basically maintaining office files. One thing I noticed is that every area hospital my office contracted with was corporately controlled by at least 3 large entities.  And, it was after they were incorporated that way when all of a sudden a lot of controversies arose - patients being refused treatment, malpractice, and even outrageous insurance billing on the part of said hospitals.  Mortality rates of patients admitted to these corporate hospitals rose dramatically, and for some reason they were still allowed to be in business (no doubt due to their CEOs buying off local and Federal politicians to loophole regulations).  While it is bad enough that industrial sectors are being operated this way, it is almost inconceivable to think healthcare would end up like that.  And, it isn't only hospitals - nursing homes, dentistry, veterinary services, and of course the pharmaceutical field have all been impacted.  Banfield Animal Hospitals is a glaring example of this too, as I saw on full display yesterday.  Another company likewise which fits this is Aspen Dental, which itself has been the focus of a number of class actions both by former patients and disgruntled employees in recent years.  Let me tell you some ways this has happened, and there are four things to note from any corporatized medical entity:

1. Increased lack of empathy

2. Incompetent staff, or overworked competent employees

3. Outrageous charges

4. Rigid procedures (like refusing people who are 10 minutes late)

5. Unavailability of services advertised, and ungodly waiting lists

6. A lot of hoops for a potential client to jump through - it is often easier to interview for a job than it is to get an appointment with places like Banfield or Aspen.

Whether it is a corporate-run hospital, dentist practice, or vet clinic, it is still unacceptable to put profits above patients when there could be life-threatening emergencies.  And then, when a situation like the whole COVID-19 mess comes up, these corporate medical entities take full advantage to discriminate further - patients get turned away for not having a vaccine they may not feel comfortable getting, and often a corporate hospital will be getting kickbacks from their bedfellows in Big Pharma to set quotas for the number of people they jab.  That happened before, as the last mandatory vaccines also were coincidentally timed with a rise in conditions among kids like autism, ADHD, and other things.  When Big Government and Big Business start collaborating in schemes like this, it is dangerous and the average person suffers.  I also noticed during COVID-19 in particular how many small businesses were shuttered on Federal mandate while big corporations gained substantially.   It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what is going on, and this is not necessarily just the ramblings of tinfoil-hat conspiracy nuts either - too much doesn't add up.  And then there are corporate prisons now on top of that.  I first learned about those from reading some stuff that (now discredited) Christian speaker Kent Hovind wrote after he was released a few years back from prison after being convicted of some financial misdeeds.  It turns out that corporate-owned detention facilities are now a thing, and like any other business they run on profit quotas - the more people they incarcerate, the more money they get.  This has led to some ridiculous laws being enforced that incarcerate people for huge amounts of time for crimes inconsistent with the penalty.  We need law and order in society, that is certain.  And, there needs to be penalties for serious crimes.  However, when some greedy oligarch profits from the incarceration of others, that is a greater crime.  And, it also goes the other way which is just as heinous - people are incarcerated in these corporate prisons for violent crimes, but then there is a revolving door to keep the prisons getting fresh revenue, so violent criminals are released through legal loopholes, and their cells are filled with others, and then the whole cycle begins again. This is not benefitting society.   Another aspect of this I have read about is the fact that many of these corporate prisons are owned by entities who have stake in other industries, so they used inmates in their prisons as a sort of sanctioned slave labor.   While perhaps some incentive programs should be in place to put convicted criminals to more productive use, justifying slave labor should not be one of them.  This now leads me to how anti-trust legislation could be revised to reform these things and end the grip of corporate oligarchs over our society.

The big corporations control many aspects of life, and most of us depend on some product they produce on a daily basis - usually there are many things we utilize.  I understand that it would be impossible to boycott or ban the products themselves because they are integral to the function of both society and the individual household.  However, the benefit of anti-trust legislation is that it decentralizes mega-corporations and limits the reach of corporate oligarchs without necessarily sacrificing things that are integral to functioning life.  I am all for, as an example, resurrecting the Sherman Antitrust Act of 1890, which would be a start by making things more affordable without the artificial inflation of prices as well as limiting restriction of trade and/or supply of goods and services to benefit oligarchs.  Then.combine those measures with the Clayton Antitrust Act of 1914, which regulates pricing to prevent monopolies or negatively impact a competitive market.  This would also regulate mergers and acquisitions, allowing for a prevention of monopolies in certain industrial sectors.  The Tunney Act of 1974 would also further expand the antitrust regulations introduced by the Sherman Act, and it would impose stiff penalties on oligarchs who willingly violate it.  However, as good as those original measures were, a new antitrust act should be proposed, and two things I believe should be included in this:

1. A restriction or prohibition upon entities such as medical facilities, correctional institutions, and educational institutions from being corporately owned or operated.  These types of facilities provide important benevolent services to others and should not be utilized as a profit scheme.

a. In the case of medical facilities, they should be owned and operated by non-profit sector organizations or be private practices.

b. In the case of educational institutions, they should not be owned or operated either by big for-profit corporations nor by governments.  Instead, schools should be operated by religious organizations, private foundations, local cooperatives, and even by the military (an exception to government operation). 

c.  In the case of prisons, the old penal system of operation and management by local, state, and Federal jurisdiction is to be restored, and in doing so, no corporate interests should be allowed in prison operations or anything which is the rightful jurisdiction of the government. 

2. Much like the Sherman Antitrust Act proposed, large monopolies in a certain industry should be broken up into smaller independent entities, preferably under their former "legacy" identities.  This entails three things:

a. A prohibition upon one entity trying to buy out another to gain some sort of fiscal advantage.  Only in the case of extreme hardship for one of the parties or a perceived benefit in enhancing quality of the product should this be allowed.

b. Price regulation - no super inflated costs for profit or gain.

c. Smaller entities can be encouraged with tax incentives and other benefits to produce quality product free of the inferior and/or unhealthy aspects that characterize many corporations now.  

More ideas - the removal of the government to determine minimum wage rates, not taxing tips or other incentives for employees, and the complete eradication of the income tax - would benefit this as well, and it just means that societal and economic reform has many dimensions that interconnect with each other.  Measures like these would benefit businesses of all size and would actually incentivize economic growth.  Until we get rid of corporate oligarchs and political radicals messing in economics, none of this can become reality on a large scale.  The tax system as well would need reform too - it would be in the best interest of the US as well as other nations to eliminate taxes on income, property, and estates (just for starters) and instead only tax sales and other transactions.  This would necessarily require a decrease in the bureaucratic cabal/administrative state which overreaches and creates unnecessary spending for things that mean little to the majority of the population.  A decrease in government would necessarily lead to a decrease in taxes, as government spending would be cut significantly.  Social programs could then be the domain of nonprofits and the local governments rather than federally funded. While this may sound utopian, it really isn't - it is common-sense polity which has been in place for centuries and only recently radically done away with by globalists and corporate oligarchs (those two are often one and the same as well).  If we started using our brains to reform these areas of society, other things would fall into place naturally.  It doesn't mean a perfect society by any means, as there is always room to improve upon things, but it would be better.  We start though by curbing the megacorporations and their monopolies first, and then the political and social reform would follow. 

That was a lot to say today on these issues, but I wanted to just get them out there.  They have been proposed in bits and pieces by others, but a more concrete agenda/manifesto is necessary to implement these ideas.  Thank you for allowing me to share, and will see you next time.