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. 

Challenges of Life

 As I am writing this now, I am in the midst of a personal trial.  I won't get into the details, but it is perhaps one of the most intense things I have dealt with in a while.  It leaves me at this point with a surreal feeling, and a great uncertainty, about thinking about even the next day.   Some of you have been there, so you know of those feelings.  At some point in the future, as a resolution happens and I can look back on it in retrospect, I will share more about it.  For now however, it is not something I can divulge a lot of. 

I mention that because I want to talk about a few things today.  The first is having a support structure.  I unfortunately come from a family - particularly on my mother's side - that is deficient in providing emotional support.  If you have a struggle, you are forced often to keep it to yourself lest you become the object of gossip and stupid jokes about everything.  My cousins on my mother's side are particularly notorious for this attitude, and they are not totally at fault - the older generations in our family have often been somewhat self-centered and callous about others, and the lack of empathy among them is to a degree that they would not know what to do if they were faced with a crisis of some sort.  To be honest, they would be in the same boat I found myself in, being that they would be unable to share their struggles due to the fact it would either be reduced to a joke or it would be a juicy item of gossip.  It is a scandal when someone cannot count on their family to be there for them, and when you are facing a situation practically by yourself, their absence is glaring.  My relatives are the type of people who, if you succeed, then something is wrong with you.  If you hit a struggle in life, then there is also something wrong with you.  It is a whole "damned if you do, damned if you don't" mindset they instill, and the result is a lot of emotional detachment in our family on that side of the tree. I don't remember even being hugged much by any of my family on that side of the tree - even my late grandfather would just handshake and any hugs given by female relatives were sort of obligatory and not out of real love or care.  And, as many of us grew older and went on with our lives, we never stayed in touch, we never helped each other without expecting something in return, and God forbid something bad happened!  If you ended up in that situation, you can be sure a lot of opinions would be circulating in the gossip of the family, and although you may not hear it yourself, you knew it was happening because they did the same thing to others and you have heard that.   The situation in my particular family is endemic of the increased atomization of our society - no one cares about anything but themselves, and the days when you had a close-knit community are long gone.  This, I believe, will ultimately be the downfall of our nation, and we are well into that now. Like a cancer, it has spread to other aspects of society as well.  I say it again - it is a scandal, and we have only ourselves to blame for this happening.  

In Scripture, there is a verse that talks about this too - it is one of the first Bible verses I have ever memorized, and it is Romans 12:4-5.  Essentially, it is an allegory of the Church as a body, made up of members with diverse functions. No one member has the same function as the others, and each is as important, but they also are integral to the whole body as the members working together are what makes the body function properly.  For instance, your lungs need to function by depending on the heart to both take oxygen through the circulatory system to the rest of the body and then bring carbon dioxide back to the lungs to be expelled via exhalation.  A complex brain coordinates it all, and itself is a beneficiary of the process as well, as proper blood flow keeps the brain functioning.  If one of those organs is missing or ceases to function, the body will die, and that is why every part of the body is important.  The Apostle St. Paul didn't make that analogy up on a whim - he understood that no one individual can function on their own, especially in a society that may throw a lot of adversity out.  We need each other, and the function of the Church is to bring that organic cohesion of all its members.  If I were to make this a bit more complex, in the Church there are billions of souls, and each soul functions as a cell rather than an individual body part.  As cells die, they are regenerated, and thus the body still functions.  But, one cell by itself cannot do much - it needs the cooperation of other cells to do the work it is designed to do.  Same with the Church.  Each and every person has a vocation - this does not mean every single individual has to be clergy or religious, but it does mean that even a non-Church vocation has benefit to the body as a whole.  And, each individual is uniquely created by God to do that function, and therefore no one is more valuable than the others - ALL are valuable.  That being said, let me move onto another thought in relation to this. 

The Church these days, much like the world, is administered by people who are more bureaucrats than they are servant leaders.  A lot of talent exists out there in the world, and many untapped reservoirs of valuable resource sit in pews in the average Catholic parish every Sunday.  Many feel a void, a sense of incompleteness, because they want to do something for the Church but are limited in some way.  Many are limited by finances, others are limited by other limitations, but the worst kind of limit is the one where they are just overlooked by either the clergy or the hierarchy, both on the parish level but also on the diocesan level.  Parishes lament often a lack of resources, and they also lament the lack of involvement in parish life of many people.  Yet, sitting in those pews at Mass every Sunday are many reservoirs of untapped talent, many of whom are really seeking answers and need direction and some inspiration to do something meaningful.  Yet, when they try, what often happens is that diocesan bishops, lay leaders on the parish level, and other bureaucrats tell these talented people that somehow they are "not good enough," and for some stupid reasons such as perhaps the person has a past (don't we all?), or perhaps they have an aspect of their faith that the leadership doesn't like (for instance, a tendency towards the TLM).  Whatever asinine reason, the door is slammed shut on potential talent who could really add to the witness of the Church, and upon rejection the person feels worthless or that they are no good to no one.  Some even think God has rejected them and will even eventually renounce their faith.  This too is a huge scandal.  And, to add insult to injury, the diocesan bishop will often allow someone who is not a person of sound faith or character to rise in positions of influence, and that person then does evil things - think of the defrocked Cardinal "Uncle Teddy" McCarrick, as well as the "Rainbow Jesuit" James Martin (although the latter is supposedly an ordained priest, he scandalizes the office so I refuse to call the man "Father").  Then there are faithless bureaucrats like Cardinal Cupich in office - they do things that contradict Magisterial teaching, yet it is faithful hierarchs like Archbishop Vigano, Cardinal Burke, and Bishop Strickland that get punished for standing for the truth.  I am personally sick of this, and it is time we take back the Church for Christ to whom it belongs and get rid of these hirelings like Cupich who are doing more harm than good.   They are in it for themselves, while there are more faithful servants of Christ who get ignored and treated badly.   Enough is enough.  And, while we are at it, I think that the entire Jesuit order, which has gotten more corrupt and faithless over the past couple of centuries, should be disbanded and excommunicated.  For the few good Jesuits that do exist, such as Fr. Pacwa, allow them to be taken into a more orthodox order.  What I am proposing is somewhat radical, but I am just sick of having our Church in the hands of faithless hirelings who punish good faith while exalting crap, and the time has come for change.  May Our Lady and all the communion of saints pray for us. 

As you can tell, I am writing in a state of frustration.  I know I need to surrender my struggles to God, and I truly do, but it is not the easiest thing in the world to do.  You start feeling better, and the thing looms over you and you get hit in the face with it again.  Many reading this know the struggle, but that is where we need to pray for each other more.  In this world, which is increasingly becoming more crazy by the day, we need all the help we can get.  Therefore we need each other to pray with, to help when help is needed, and to do so in a way that is not self-serving or contemptuous.  Any rate, those are my thoughts for this busy week, and thank you all again for allowing me to share.