The Power of Pictures

When I was a kid, learning to use the camera my parents had was no easy thing.

Nowadays everybody has a simple-to-use camera on their cell phone.  No big deal...

But back in the day...when I was a youngster, and in 2015...with a camera on my phone, the same thing applies: Pictures are powerful things!

Pictures can make us smile...laugh, even.  They can make us cry.  They can cause us to be sentimental...or they can make us angry.  Pictures can tap into human depths that words and actions can never reach.

So, just because its possible to do so, here are some pictures that I think pack-a-punch.

That's not good.

That's calming...and refreshing.

That reminds me of a bazillion meals I ate growing up...in fact all the way thru the 60s even.

That takes my back to High School.

That speaks of invitation...and renewal.

That's old-age...and the end of the journey...and even dignity.

That's foreboding...and yet compelling.

And that's life in the midst of death.

That...that is life growing up in the 50s in Indiana.

Maybe the pics will bring up some emotions/memories/insights for you.

Train Leaves Here This Morning

A lyric from the Eagles' song "Train Leaves Here This Morning," goes like this:
I looked right at the facts there, but I may as well have/
Been completely blind/
So, if you see me walking all alone/
Don't look back, I'm just on my way back home/
There's a train leaves here this morning, and/
I don't know, what I might be on...

Disclaimers:
1. I really like the Eagles.  A lot.  Their harmony, but especially their lyrics. I think I have been to 6 or 7 of their concerts, as well as three of Don Henley's and one of Glenn Frey's concerts.
2. I grew up in a home situated just about 50-70 yards from two sets of train tracks: one for the South Shore line that ran from South Bend to Chicago; the other for the New York Central Railroad.
3. As a young boy and a teenager, I  looked down and walked down and played on train tracks way more often than I should have.
4. I really did fantasize about jumping on a train and riding to some wild and exotic place hundreds of miles west of where I grew up in Norther Indiana.

There is something...I'm not sure just what, but there is something...about looking down a long straight stretch of train tracks.  Something that gets the imagination working...something that makes adventure seem like the thing to be about...something that seems a bit foreboding, but mostly seems compelling.

If I hop that train that leaves here this morning, where will I be when its time to bed down for the night?

How far away from the life I live now can that next train take me? 

If indeed those two rails meet somewhere down that long stretch of tracks, what will I meet when I get to that place?

The train that leaves here on the morning of July 1st, 2015 is called Retirement.
I will be on board.
The ride may be long...or it may be short.

The place that train will take me is somewhere I have never been before...but some place I have imagined, and rather poorly planned for all my adult life.

Just like the train ride of life I have been on since 1945, the next leg of the trip is one-way only.

The Eagles had it right:
I looked right at the facts there, but I may as well have/
Been completely blind/
So, if you see me walking all alone/
Don't look back, I'm just on my way back home/
There's a train leaves here this morning, and/
I don't know, what I might be on...

Retirement.  Damn! 
I knew that train was coming for me...coming straight down the tracks full-speed...and its only gonna slow down enough for me to hop on and then its full-speed ahead once more.

And the truth is: Once that Retirement Train has you on board, its no use running down the corridor in the opposite way the engine is running.

There is something...I'm not sure just what, but there is something...about looking down a long straight stretch of train tracks.

Grab the Initiative...

In To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee writes this great line:
I think there's just one kind of folks. Folks.

That's a great line.

And over in Matthew's Gospel in The New Testament, there are these words, written to the Folks of This World:
Don't pick on people.
Don't be flip with the sacred.  
Don't reduce holy mysteries to slogans.
Don't bargain with God.
Be direct.
Here is a simple, rule-of-thumb  guide for behavior:
Ask yourself what you want people to do for you, then grab the initiative and do it for them.
(The Message translation.)

Got me to thinking...about some possible ways for Folks to Grab the Initiative.

Came up with four.

First One:
Take into account that there's just one kind of folks.  Folks.
-Because there are obvious differences among folks...Grab the Initiative of Diversity not Division.
-Because there are obvious inequalities in life...Grab the Initiative of Opportunity not Opposition.
-Because there are obvious anxieties among peoples...Grab the Initiative of Advantages not Adversaries.

Second One:
All of us can be on the way to becoming better than we are.
-When things are on the way to getting worse...Grab the Initiative and Plan Ways for things to get better.
-When dreams fall apart...Grab the Initiative and Dream Big Dreams all over again.
-When failure happens...Grab the Initiative and Try Smarter the next time.
-When it would be easy to give it all up...Grab the Initiative and Be Enthusiastic about can come next.

Third One:
Good Character is a good thing.
-When faced with the options of revenge, bigotry, manipulation, disdain, disgust, power, control, profit, and alienation...Grab the Initiative and opt for Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness, and Community.

Fourth One:
Human Redemption will come when we recover our Connections with our selves, others, and God.
-When tempted to pick on people;
When tempted to be flip with the sacred;
When tempted to try bargaining with God...
Ask yourself what you want people to do for you,
Then Grab the Initiative and Do It For Them.

Nelson Mandela said this: It always seems impossible until its done.

Grab the initiative...
grab it by the throat, if you have to...
grab on for dear life...
grab on and don't let go...
and let's just see what will happen. 

And the Winner Is...

I have never won an Academy Award.  (Quite possibly its because I was never nominated for one.)

I have never won a Pulitzer Prize. (Again, never even considered for one.)

I have, like many, many people, won some awards/contests/competitions over the years:
-I won the Table Tennis Championship for my age category in the White River Games one year (this was a state-wide competition held from 1983-1994 for amateur athletes in Indiana)...I advanced to the finals in Terre Haute, but there was no challenger in my age category...so, I won by default.
-Three friends and I won what was called the "National Trivial Pursuit Competition" (that was a grandiose title for the event) held in Indianapolis sometime in the late 1980s.
-A slow-pitch softball team that my sons and I were a part of won first place in the league we were in one season.

Yeah, so...I am very much like a great many others who have been winners in some rather obscure events.  Nothing to brag about...but the memories get bigger and better with the passing of time.

But...but every one of us can celebrate being winners at some "personal bests."

This quote has been used by almost all of us who do public speaking: The only person you should strive to be better than is the person you were yesterday.

True.

And so, wouldn't it be great if we could set personal bests.

A personal best at Humility...

A personal best at Thankfulness...

A personal best at Doing the Right Thing...

A personal best at Standing Up for Equality...for All People...in All Things...

A personal best at Pursuing Your Passion...

A personal best at Committing to Great Causes...

A personal best at Overcoming Bad Habits...

A personal best at Seeing the Glass Half-Full (instead of Half-Empty)...

A personal best at Respecting Yourself...and Respecting Others...

A personal best at Learning From Your Mistakes...

A personal best at Living in the Moment...

A personal best at Working for Positive Change in Society...

And the Winner is....You!  If your goal is to be better tomorrow than you are today.

Someplace Else

I am, by luck of the draw, living out my life in the second half of the 20th century and the opening years of the 21st century.  I might have wished for a different time in which to live, but I wasn't consulted about this matter.

Fate, I guess, has me spending my adult life in a body that would benefit from a couple more inches of height and several less pounds of weight.  And, given that certain things are giving out and breaking down in my body, it would be nice if the repairs were easier, less painful, and less expensive.  Again, I was not consulted.

I am, because of choices I have made, living out the majority of my life in Central Indiana...my most recent years and my soon-to-be retirement years are being spent in Bloomington, which some would suggest is the northern boundary of South-Central Indiana...I am not going to quibble...to me Bloomington, Indianapolis, Greencastle, and Avon are all Central Indiana towns. 

Northern Indiana, where I was born and raised was OK...although I am still given to bad dreams whenever I hear the words, "Lake Effect Snow!" 

Los Angeles, where I spent the middle years of the 1960s decade, was nice.  Vincennes and Jeffersonville, very much Southern Indiana, were pleasant towns.

But I have to admit that there are times when I wish I was someplace else.

Someplace Else just might not be as stressful.
Or it might have a lower cost-of-living.
Or it might be warmer than it is where I live today...with snow on the ground.

Someplace Else might afford more justice than is possible where I reside now.
Someplace Else might not sanctify unjustifiable violence...militarism...and mass murders...in the names of freedom and religion.
Someplace Else might not promote some silly and deadly notion that people have a "right" to bear and brandish arms.
Someplace Else might not be populated by people who enjoy their homophobia and bigotry.
Someplace Else might make it way more difficult to offer up personal charity as a gloss-over for what is really needed: enacted social justice!
Someplace Else might not glorify war and make heroes of all those who fight in them.

Of course...sadly...Someplace Else has a total population on one.

I might want to go there...but I won't. 
I can't, really...because that kind of Someplace Else doesn't exist.

Too bad, that.  Too bad.

The kind of Someplace Else that will change the way things are will need to be created by those of us who know that change is needed...and that progress is the enemy of the status quo.

Pichers and Catchers, Oh My!

Pitchers and Catchers are reporting to their respective Spring Training camps this week.  The Cactus League camps are open in Arizona, and the Grapefruit League camps are open in Florida.

How great is that! 

Its real great!

I am one of those people who think there are two seasons to every year: Baseball Season and Waiting for Baseball Season.

I do follow College Football and College Basketball...Notre Dame is my team in each of those sports.  And I do follow College Baseball...Notre Dame again.

But Professional Baseball...now we're talking. 

For the next five weeks or so, the teams will be rounding into playing shape at practice sessions and practice games.  Pitchers, Catchers, and Position Players will drill over and over again all the plays that will need to become "routine" for them when April and Opening Day arrives.

The players and the finances of the game have changed a lot since I started following Major League Baseball back in the 1950s.  I miss the days when I could tell you the name of the team that just about every player belonged to...and of course, that was what needed to be changed (with Free Agency)...but it did seem comforting back then to know who all was coming back with what team each year.  I miss the fact that it did seem to be more of a "game" than a "business" back in those days...but it was inevitable that would change, too.

Ah, but the game.  The game hasn't changed all that much.  (Yeah, I know about the Designated Hitter...I actually like that change.)  Its still 60 feet 6 inches from the Pitching Rubber to Home Plate; its still 90 feet between all the bases; and 3 strikes still mean "Yer Out!"

And come the first week of April the Boys of Summer will head to the towns where their teams call home for the next 6 (or 7, if your team gets in the Postseason) months.

162 games...plenty of time to correct a losing streak...or make a run...or figure out how to win the close ones.

Bring on The Season.

Play Ball!

Go Yankees! 

Not Like the Others...

In the picture above, which window is not like the others?

How about the bottom right window?  I mean, it is the only window with the curtains equally opened to each side.  Ok, not that one.

Maybe the far left window in the center row?  It is the only window that is architecturally squared to the building, with the curtains fully closed.  Not that one?  OK.

Or, the upper left window?  It is the only upper left window.  HA!

Enough silliness...this is serious business.  Its the bottom left window that is not like the others, ain't it?  The one that is all whoppy-jawed.
The one that really catches your attention.
That makes you wanna say, "What the...?"
The one that makes the other eleven seem "blah."
Yeah, its that one.

"Excellence does not fit in with mediocrity."  Nice, huh?

"There is great power in our difference."  Good one.

"Be different or be forgotten."  Beats the you-know-what outta Go Along to Get Along, don't it?

"Stand up and stand out!"  The complete opposite of Shut Up and Sit Down...sweet.

And...as Harry Millner said..."All progress occurs because people dare to be different."  That be true, what Harry said: All Progress.  Occurs. Because. People Dare. To Be Different.

So blend in if you wanna...but its really OK to be not like the others when the time calls for it.  Really.

In fact, its when you are not like the others (in a good way, of course) that we remember you best.

One last one: "The only thing we know about the future is that it will be different."  (Peter Drucker)