Well, it is September 3rd in Little Egypt. I made my third visit to our JC Penney store that is going out of business. There are still a lot of clothes, although the store has been going out of business for several weeks. It makes me sad to see our department stores leave us… I […]

Murky Or Merry? — The Jazz Man

‘The number of first time college students at Southern Illinois University @ Carbondale increased by 31.2 % this fall. The total reflected a 32.9% in new first time students enrolling from the Southern Illinois region.’ KFVS 12

I saw a photo yesterday with our new chancellor, Dr. Austin Lane, walking campus with his leadership team for the purpose of talking with students as to how their fall semester was progressing so far. This may seem like a simple thing…but it is major when it comes to connecting with our precious students and staff and faculty.

All of us are looking for our leaders to see us and demonstrate some empathy for our lives and our challenges. During my 25 years of management I learned that the first order of business for me if I wanted to improve morale in my department was to connect one on one with my team…and my team was everyone that worked in Building Services. I have been a members of churches where I felt very disconnected from the pastor and the board of elders. When no one neither asks your opinion nor seems to care should you offer it…you soon find other avenues where your contributions are recognized. Of course, I have felt the excluded in the workplace as well. A leader is conducting a fools errand if she or he only believe that a select few on campus have valuable insights that redound to the success of SIUC! The powerful dynamic of a chancellor who projectes care and concern for all members of the university community…. is a powerful catalyst for change and growth!

A couple of things are clear to this almost 63 year old. The first would be that we must get control of the coronavirus before we can rebuild our economy. The alphabet begins with A B C…not C B A! Secondly would be the pervasive problem of racial strife and unequal treatment of the races in our country…going back to the days of slavery. Slavery is our original sin… We must first address the unimaginable pain of the black commuinty…the senseless death…and the catastrophic destruction of a proud and beautiful people…simply because of the color of their skin! Peaceful protest is a beautiful thing! Destruction and violence and the burning of poor peoples businesses is a criminal act. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. taught us how to be a part of peaceful and non-violent protest. Our president desperately needs to focus on the pain of the African American community if the balm of gilead will ever be applied!

I have many friends who are police officers. I respect the police and really cannot imagine a society without their yeoman work. My friend, Leanna, told me almost 50 years ago…that we should always remember that policeman and policewomen are simply men and women. There is no special endowment of perfection given to any occupation…

African Americans have treated me as one of their own! I cannot think of a group of people that I love anymore than my black friends! I am humbled by each and every one of their friendships! So the question is clear…when will we treat all of our American citizens equally and with justice! When will we cease inflaming…in the starkest of terms and the revealing of unvarnished racism…and set about healing and peace and seeing each other as valuable contributors to our nations success?

It is September the 1st and the fall rains have begun. Today begins my favorite time of the year and the fastest moving time of the year! I am always so happy to see September arrive because it portends the arrival of fall which is my favorites season. MJ and I purchased groceries this afternoon […]

Fall Rains — The Jazz Man

I have been watching an HBO documentary regarding the cult called NXIVM. The series is called, The Vow, and it is fascinating. The leader of the cult is Keith Raniere. ‘NXIVM is a self described American multi-level marketing company based near Albany, New York, which offers personal and professional development seminars through its ‘Executive Success Programs.’ The company has been widely described as a cult, and is alleged to have been a recruiting program for a secret society [variously called ‘DOS’ or the ‘Vow’] in which women were branded and forced into sexual slavery.’ Wikipedia

I have been a student of the study of cults for over 40 years. The more that I read…and I have read a lot, the more I have discovered the pervasiveness of cults and cultish behavior and control mechanisms in our society. When someone talks you into something that you do not want to do…they are manipulating you. I first seriously took note of the power of cults on innocent humans when the Jonestown Massacre took place in 1978. I had been working at SIUC for only a couple of weeks and I was shocked that so many people went willingly to their deaths at the bequest of a madman!

We have a church in our area that requires it’s members to bring in their financial statements and tax returns in order for the church elders to determine how much the congregant is mandated to contribute to the organization. I have personally known many people who were instructed to, ‘Give until it hurts,’ after they were already contributed 10% of their gross income as a tithe. In fact there were people who did not have enough money for groceries…while the minister lived in luxury.

Religious or political leaders are simply women and men…like everyone else… If you are a member of a political organization that pledges fealty and unquestioning loyalty to a political leader…you have ceased to think for yourself and your family and are the victim of brainwashing! One of the hallmarks of being a member of a cult is turning a blind eye or a deaf ear to actions or speech that you know in your gut are wrong…but since it is the leader performing the disconcerting machinations…you tell yourself that it must be alright. In NXIVM many women allowed themselves to be branded with the initials of Keith Raniere…as a sign of his masterhood over their lives. These were not uneducated people but rather highly educated people… as the controlling concept of the group was that Raniere possess the highest IQ ever recorded.

If another person, outside of your family, is involved in your domestic or financial decision making you are treading on dangerous territory! If you are forgoing logical thinking for a promised nirvana as a reward for your obedience and submission to your spiritual leader…you should take a step back and observe the faces of your fellow church or faith community members…when they do not know that someone is looking…and notice the unhappiness and despair written on their countenance…

During the last 40 years we have become increasingly reliant on someone to explain the news to us. As we have become more insular and afraid of our neighbors we seek approval for our insecurities and our us against them attitude. We paint entire groups with a broad house brush rather than a fine painters brush. From the time of Watergate we have trusted our political leaders less and less. The mixing of politics and religion and faith…have created a hydra headed beast that only pays lip service to the concept of christianity and it subsequently primarily concerned with it’s own survival and success…

Mind control is quiet and insidious and enters by the back door of your soul…by stealth and avarice and cunning. It is a bit like the boiling of a frog. When you place the frog in cool water and turn on the gas burner underneath the pan…he is happy and content…until he is dead… I think that we all naturally desire to be a part of something special. It is fun and comforting to believe that we are traveling on the inside track and are bound for success. Have we not wanted to be a part of the ‘In Group’ since we were children? Who is doing your thinking for you? Are you still in possession of that critical faculty? If you are I can assure you that you will feel like the Lone Ranger…on many occasions of your life. Or do you sub-contract your decision making out to a political leader that your church assures you is the chosen one… Are you engaged in church doctrine that is hurting your family financially…while the leader of your faith community seems to be blessed by God beyond measure…with your money!

Do you really believe that God the creator of the human family…made a difference in color as a barometer of his love? Is God petty and prejudice and a possessor of pets and favorites and a lover of cliques?

Each of us are looking for answers to life’s persistent questions. Why are we here? What is our purpose? How can we make a difference? For me as a member of the christian faith my peace has resulted from Jesus admonition, ‘As I have loved you, so you must love one another.’ John 13:34 NLT

Our weather has turned cool. It is a wonderful 75 degrees with a nice breeze. I was driving to campus yesterday and saw a line outside of the door and along the sidewalk and around the building…at the Canabis store. I wondered if now more than ever we are seeking an escape from real life? The day after tomorrow is September 1st. September marks the beginning of my favorite third of the year! I have already been drinking Pumpkin Spice coffee for a month. In October comes my birthday which is quickly followed by Halloween. Then, in November is Thanksgiving…or what I call the month before Christmas! Then autumn and then the winter bring me a settledness and satisfaction that I do not experience in the warm or hot months of the year.

This morning Jonathon and I walked campus. We made a special study of the new Saluki dogs statue that is near Woody Hall.

Sunday is a bit of a quiet day. It has a feel all of it’s own. There is not as much striving and struggling on Sunday. Church in the morning…Sunday dinner….and a good nap. What else is there? Sunday yields way to the super heated passions of getting ahead in life. Sunday says…calm down and slow down and smell the roses…

Have you ever considered that 50 years after you are gone and if your beloved house is still standing…people will say…I wonder who lived in that old house…I bet it was beautiful in it’s heyday…

There is a luxury in having time to think. To not have to flit around like a bee in a beehive…in order to ensure survival. ‘Therefore I say unto you, Be, not anxious for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not life more than the food, and the body that the rainment? Behold the birds of heaven that they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; And your heavenly father feedeth them. Are ye not of much more value than they? Matthew 6: 25 26

I watched a movie last night about the playwright and author and actor, Sam Sheppard, and his lifelong friend Johnny Dark. They had met in 1967 after Dark had watched a play written by Sheppard and then ran into him on the street and invited him up to his apartment for a spaghetti dinner. Much of their decades of friendship had been expressed in letters that they had written each other. Sheppard had subsequently married Dark’s stepdaughter. Dark was a very engaging character who, at the time of the filming of the documentary, was living in a small house in Deming, New Mexico and working in a Deli. He mentioned at one point that he had learned that he could create interesting writing and stories that people wanted to read by simply chronicling his daily life. Dark was a writer and activist and photographer and a service worker and a grocer. I was amazed at the dichotomy of Dark and Sheppard. Sheppard was internationally acclaimed and Dark who was happy with a small and secure life and being a person in later years who did not like to leave his home. Sheppard and Dark and Darks wife who was the mother of Sheppards wife…and Sheppards son…all lived in the same home for a few years. Sheppard fell in love with the actress Jessica Lange and thus left his wife and asked Dark to look after his son…and he did…

Regular living contains a plethora of stories! You simply have go mine them out of the sand of a sunny day or the hardscrabble dry earth of tough times…

It had been an unusually peaceful night. Billy Bump had slept like a baby. In fact he could not remember waking up one time from the time that he lay his head on his new Polar Nights Ultimate 20% cooler pillow! Billy was accustomed to waking up every hour on the hours since he had […]

First Day — The Jazz Man

The remnants of hurricane Laura are heading our way. The air is damp with humidity and the clouds cover the afternoon sky. Laura was the highest velocity hurricane to hit landfall in history. She left devastation in her wake. MJ told me, once again, that it is possible to buy our groceries on line and have someone deliver them to us. I have rejected this option in the past days of our 2020 pandemic…but I have changed my mind at least for the stores that offer this service. I learned of the untimely death of two of my friends due to covid-19 in the past few days. I am certain that they were not planing to die of this virulent plague! We all believe that it can happen to someone else but not to us. That is until we are the someone else…

We live in a country that is at war with itself. If aliens from other worlds are watching our strife I fear that they will conclude that we are easy pickings in the realm of capturing earth. When we visited the United Kingdom in 2016 and I attended an opportunity meeting being conducted by my dear friend, Jeff, one of his colleagues drove us back to York accompanied by his son. When I asked him if he had visited the United States he responded that he was afraid to because of the violence. This was in 2016 and we are more violent than then. Friends have expressed their concern when MJ and I and Aaron and Jonathon have visited Europe as they perceive it as dangerous to do so. Most of the police do not carry guns in the United Kingdom. Their focus is on the deescalation of violent situations and the sanctity of human life. A father was shot seven times in the back in front of his children in Kenosha, Wisconsin. Earlier this week a 17 year old traveled from Antioch, Illinois to Kenosha with the mission of assisting in keeping order in the city. He brought his AK 47 with him and murdered two people. He then was photographed walking down the street with the firearm and and he safely returned to his home in Antioch…where he was arrested the next day. Violence must be abhorred and not condoned. Violence is not the answer to our malignant problems!

Our memories are functioning well. We recall what our leaders have told us. One of the most offensive things that I have encountered in my nearly 63 years of living is for a leader to insult my intelligence. Up is not down…dark is not light…lying is not acceptable…ever! When you lie to me and expect me to be so dumb as to believe your untruth…shame on you! Alice, of Alice in Wonderland…peered through the looking glass and we are now on the other side of the mirror. We are with the grinning Cheshire Cat and the Mad Hatter and we are sitting at the table preparing for the tea party…

One of the most memorable television shows of my youth or my life was, The Prisoner with Patrick McGoohan. The program premiered in 1967 and is a British science fiction series. Number 6, portrayed by McGoohan, wakes up in the picturesque town of Portmeirion, Wales and discovers that he can not leave…he is a prisoner. After resigning his government post, possibly as a secret agent, he is gassed as he is packing his luggage only to awaken in Portmeirion which was know in the series as the Village. The prisoner found that he had the run of the village and friendly people surrounding him as neighbors but that when he attempted escape a large diaphanous ball, that looked somewhat like a beachball that can swallow you whole, chased him down and subsequently he was returned to his flat. He was constantly monitored by number 2 who is the underboss to number 1. The prisoner asked in every one of the 17 episodes, ‘who is number 1?’ In the 17th episode the big reveal was that number 6…the prisoner, was number 1… And so we are all prisoners looking for number 1! We are members of our own mentally constructed village and our acceptance of its peculiar rules and odd norms. Are you an individual that can swim against the current of your friends and neighbors expectations and your own bias…or are you a member of a collective that submits to the obscure will of the leader?

Rover was the meteorological ballon that functioned as the guard which kept the prisoner from leaving the village. Rover could asphyxiate the person attempting to escape the village…if necessary. The question is…are you able to escape Rover…or are you really number 1 in the scheme of your own captivity?

I am pleased to say that the temperature has dropped about 10 degrees and the rain has started. I was reading our church newsletter this afternoon and I was taken aback when I read that we are soon to have our six month anniversary of Zoom church. Of course Zoom church is a direct result of our 2020 pandemic. I feel certain that when we began our virtual worship services we thought that two or three months would be a long time! Jonathon and I were talking and commiserated over the fact that the danger of covid-19 is worse now, in our area of the country, than when we were on lock down in March. Pastor Kerry has done outstanding work in keeping our congregation connected!

Reality bites…and throughout our planet we have felt the pain of the teeth of the Coronavirus! We have had our reality altered…and our opinion was not sought in the changes made. Are we living in the rare time in history that what we have known and become accustomed to is morphing into a new world that we have neither anticipated or prepared for?

Covid is not a hoax. I know people who have contracted the virus and who have died! When we batter our heads against a brick wall…something is going to break…and it is not the wall. There is a wise saying, ‘patience preserves your soul.’ Never has there been a more golden opportunity for patience and perseverance and solemn contemplation about life and our place in it. We are preparing to vote in a presidential election where the stakes could not be greater. We Americans love the concept of democracy…in theory…but when it comes to practicing it…our application of demonstrating our love for the Constitution could be likened to Earth 1 and its mirror image…Earth 2! Democracy is a lofty concept and a difficult proposition to fulfill. It relies on how many of our fellow citizens want to participate in what is a government of the people!

The church is changing. Most major denominations are diminiishing in a time of several worldwide challenges. We can either examine how we have done things for generations, or we can seek new outreaches to God’s family of humans. One of the captivating components of First Presbyterian Church is its dedication to mission and outreach and helping others. People are lonelier than ever. We hunger for someone who cares about us and has time to listen to our concerns and help dissipate our fears.

Hope is a tangible commodity in our day of uncertainty. The stark division is race relations will never be ameliorated by soaring rhetoric and political promises…but it can start with you and your outreach to one other person from another race. Listen to the description of an African American mother as she describes how she feels every time her teenage son is not within her eyesight. With all of the fear that is expressed by members of my own race as regarding peaceful protestors…who is being killed… Try this thought experiment…if you have the courage…each time that the unwarranted death of a black youth seems warranted to you…or you ask…’What did they do to cause their death,’…place the apples of your eye…your children in the role of the deceased black youth…and rationalize their untimely death… Protests are disconcerting…and that is their role….to wake up the hierarchal power structure to say…LOOK OVER HERE…SOMEONE IS DYING THAT DID NOTHING TO DESERVE IMMEDIATE CAPITAL PUNISHMENT!

I just learned of another of my old friends dying of covid-19. Scott was a wonderful gentleman and a person that I admired! MJ and I enjoyed a visit with Scott and Kim several years ago when we were all attending a Physical Plant convention in Montreal, Canada. These are people that I liked and felt a connection with from the moment that we met. Scott was an easy person to talk with and he had a ready smile and an understanding heart.

Have you ever seen a object that has been trapped in amber? I have seen bugs and animals captured in the resin. I wonder if we are not like those frozen creatures. Forever on display…posed in our way of doing things and our biases and our reluctance to change…