Monday, August 31, 2009

Odds and Ends, 8/31/09

Before I forget, I would like to acknowledge and thank my former mother-in-law, my friends Mark, Gillian, Ken, Barb and Elizabeth for their moral support while I was dealing with my breakup. I have probably forgotten someone, and my apologies if I have. In times like these you become aware of who your friends really are. I also wish to thank my family.
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The monsoon season in Arizona will be winding down soon. The season typically starts around June 30th, and lasts until early September. We get, if we're lucky, lots of thunderstorms. And I mean the word lucky, as that I enjoy thunderstorms, and we need the rain.

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Corporate politics can be very interesting at times. I need to devote a whole entry to what's going on at work right now. Suffice it to say that I'm in a very good position with my employer. I can't identify them; I have to be careful what I make public here, and I'm not going to divulge any trade secrets or proprietary information. I can however, write anecdotes about what's happening, and what I'm learning.

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From the Unforgettable Lyrics Department: a quote from the old Kansas song, "Two Cents Worth", penned by Kerry Livgren: "There's too much craziness here. In twenty-five years I have used all the tears in my eyes." I thought of that song yesterday, or maybe it was the day before, when I was in pain. I remember first hearing this song back in 1977, when a good friend of mine named Hal Liming was sharing it with me. I found those lyrics interesting then, and I still do now. They seem to have some intensity behind them. I probably ought to see if there's a way to email Mr. Livgren to see if he will tell me what he was thinking of when he wrote that song. That answer may also be in his autobiography, which I have, but haven't read in years. Maybe I'll look there first.

Unfortunately, Hal Liming is no longer with us. He introduced me to a lot of interesting music, some of which I still listen to today. We lost him in August of 1981 due to an accidental death.

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In addition to enduring the end of a relationship, my refrigerator suffered from the effects of a lightning storm two weekends ago, but I didn't become aware of the problem until last Wednesday. A power surge took out the compressor and a few other parts. The new compressor gets put in tomorrow. Meantime, I am fighting some nasty food odor problems created when the food spoiled. I've got a pan of bleach in both the freezer and cold storage compartments. I also sprayed the insides with Formula 409. The stench was really bad.....you don't want to know how bad. I'll follow up with baking soda next. In a few days I hope to start re-stocking it.

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And finally, I'm thinking of giving eHarmony a try. I've been in and out of match.com for the past several years. Although match.com will result in dates, the reality of that site is that 98% of the women you meet aren't matches, even if they tell you it's a 100% match. I saw one of the old girlfriends on there get rated at that score.

eHarmony will run you thru quite the battery of questions, and they charge more. I think though that they're much more diligent in their matching process, and I don't mind paying more if the quality of matches rises commensurately. With match.com as a starting point, that probably won't be too hard for them to do.

I'll probably go ahead and pay the fees, but it will be a few weeks before I'm ready to meet someone. There was still some residual sadness today but at least I didn't break down in uncontrollable sobbing.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Three Days Later

I think I'm nearing the end of the grieving/mourning process of the breakup. I am about to consume my second meal of the day, which when consumed will be twice the amount of food that I ate yesterday. And although I broke down again today, it was only twice (maybe three times) and it wasn't as intense. I have no fear now of repeating the "dark days" that stretched from March 2005 to September 2005. I'm not saying that I'm going to enjoy the next few weeks. What I'm saying is that I'm not fearing them like I thought I would. Having a great network of great friends is a big help, and tonight I'm going to acknowledge the help, prayers, and counsel of Franz. I also want to acknowledge my pastor; I just got done meeting with him about fifteen minutes ago. It really helped to talk it all out to him.

The rebuilding has started, and the task doesn't seem as Herculanean as I thought it would be. A dear friend named Barb has been thru something similar, and so has another dear friend named Elizabeth. I think the three of us will get together and go out dancing before too long. We'll be good at watching each other's backs. I don't know if I'll get involved again with the local singles groups, but I'll keep tabs on what they're up to in case there's an event that I want to join them in. I also figure that I'll be busy with what I consider to be my interesting hobbies, one of which now appears to be this blog.

When I started this blog, I really wasn't intending to use this as a dumping ground for my personal problems. I instead wanted it to be a collection of commentaries and insights spanning a wide variety of subjects. Maybe I'd really like to be a newspaper columnist; I have admired some of the writings of Mike Royko (who is no longer with us) and dang near all of the writings of Dr. Thomas Sowell. I have no pretense of ever becoming as well-known as Dr. Sowell, but I'd like to think that in my own way my readers will find my postings to be as fascinating as I find Dr. Sowell's.

I think now that this drama that's consumed me these past few days is over. Or at least I hope it is. As I said yesterday, I hold no malice toward Kathleen. I do have an issue with the way in which she did this, but it's really best to start the process of moving on.

Life is good. In spite of the pain that we encounter, life is still good. I think the pain is something that goes on to make us strong people. It ain't fun, but when we're thru a situation we can look back at it and realize that it strengthened us.

I just hope that it's a while before I have to be strengthened in this manner.

That's all for this evening.

Don't forget to pet a dog or a cat. The dog or the cat that you pet will like it, and it will make you a better person.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Two Days Later

I was able to sleep for several hours last night and I have resumed eating. The appetite is slowly returning and I'm not eating much, but at least I'm eating.

I have been in email contact with an angel of mercy that I will only identify as "Tobi's Mom". She offered her "ear", and I've been bending it. She's been a big help through all of this. She's now aware of this blog, and I want to thank her here.

I have emotionally lost it about six times today. The breakdowns at noon were very intense, as I mourned the loss of the 2005 Kathleen. The present version of Kathleen is a wonderful woman in spite of my issues with her, but I didn't have the same type of love for her as I did before. It wouldn't have been fair to her to have proceeded to marriage. I would have done so out of "obligation" rather than out of love.

I knew that it was different, and I waited for that initial excitement that I had in 2005 to return. It was exciting when we re-established contact, but when I saw her for the first time in three years it was something of a letdown. I remember us kissing when we were in Old Town Scottsdale, and I couldn't even believe that that was happening. It took me a good three weeks to accept the fact that she was back because it seemed like it was beyond comprehension.

Anyway, there were three intense sessions of emotional wailing today. There were funereal moans, plenty of them, to go along with the tears. My beloved Kathleen of 2005 was finally parted with today, and it had been a long time in coming.

The Kathleen of today is someone who I hold no malice toward. I felt two days ago that she could have forgiven my latest verbal screw-up, and shouldn't have punished me by hanging up the phone last Wednesday night. That made me angry that she did that. It wasn't the first time that she misinterpreted me.

So do I now want her to give me another chance? I don't think I want her to now.

I can't say that I look forward now to this new status quo. I hate loneliness. Oh, the cats are very good company; they're great guys. They've been a big help today. But I sit at home this Saturday evening, alone in my thoughts.

Hindsight's 20/20. If I knew one year ago what I know now, I would have told Kathleen after one month that we weren't going to make it. That concern was there. Yet if I had done that, I might have beaten myself up for not giving it the old college try. There were some good times that followed; I was really glad to have her with me on the Christmas road trip. I really enjoyed introducing her to friends and family. She was one of the few girls that I could take home to Mom and Dad.

I think tonight I'll see if I can catch that program on CBC Radio One. I could play some tunes here at home, but I don't want to associate those with this breakup. So I'll catch some that I don't have in my library.

I could also watch a Hawaii Five-O episode on DVD.

To the Kathleen of 2005: I will always love you. To quote a Bachman-Turner Overdrive song, "Thank you for the feeling".

To the Kathleen of today: I'm very sorry that it didn't work out.

I think the healing has begun.

Friday, August 28, 2009

One Day Later

I was only able to get two hours sleep last night. I'm not sure if I'm in the grief or the anger stage. I read some Psalms from the Bible and felt peace. Then several hours later I'm wondering what I should do next.

This is not the worst thing that's ever happened to me. In October of 1998, I lost a marriage and a job within 24 hours of each other. That took almost two years to get over, and recovery was helped by a relocation to Arizona. I'm still grateful to living here.

I really wish Kathleen would give me another chance, but even if I did get that chance would it be wise to take it? We broke up once before, in March 2005. That was much harder. We had only dated for two months and we were madly in love. Then she got a cancer diagnosis, and broke things off. There were some warning signs. I was offered an "out" twice, maybe three times. I didn't take it. I was smitten with her, and walking six feet off the ground. Then on a Thursday I get a phone call saying it's over. I was in a funk for six months after that. It was nine months before I even had a date where I enjoyed being out on one.

Over the years, I never stopped loving Kathleen. I even had a dream where we got to meet once again....and she got away from me. I did date some good women though. I thought there was potential with Dyanna, but the special connection never did emerge.

Anyway, last year I was on a mini vacation in San Diego county. It was July, on a Saturday, and I'm looking at the ruins of an old structure near the Imperial County line. And I was alone, I had no one to enjoy that with. And I thought of Kathleen. I looked up to the sky and said "Kathleen, wherever you are, I still love you."

On Monday we accidentally discovered each other through an online dating site. I saw her profile. I wasn't sure it was her. She had really aged. But I wrote her, not sure if it was really her. It was her, and she replied. She had been thinking about me too. We talked on the phone. It wasn't cancer that she had. It was lupus. And she nearly died twice during the interim. And she was now back in my life.

Then the next Saturday, we met for the first time in over three years. She had lost three inches of height due to multiple surgeries to repair broken bones sustained in multiple falls. She looked as if she had aged 15 years, due to a lot of "steroid weight" as she called it, falling off. She reminded me of that Vina character in the old Star Trek episode with Captain Pike, where Captain Pike finally sees Vina as she really is. But it was the love of my life who was in front of me. We kissed, and minutes later we were driving up Sunland Gin Road on the way to I-10 on our first date in years, her hand on my thigh. It felt great.

But her appearance was something of a disappointment. I had struggled with that. She had aged, I hadn't (very much anyway) and I felt that I was being tested. Did I really love her to the extent that I would take her back looking like a much older woman? I took her back, and thought that if I gave it time it wouldn't be an issue. I know that her new collection of wrinkles bothered her but I never commented on them. On some days they weren't so bad. On other days I was asking myself what I was getting into.

Other issues were her smoking, and her lack of discipline when it came to money. I don't personally care if someone has a cigarette habit but it was something of an annoyance that would emerge from time to time. The money issue was the other. She was on disability, and also on Social Security. The amount was enough for any reasonable steward of finances to live on. But, she was always running out. One instance was a $400 toy for one of her granddaughters.....does a toy really have to cost $400? I was being asked to chip in for half of that last Christmas, and I didn't like it. I've also had to loan money for plumbing and pool repairs, money that she might have had if she had learned to save. I also spent quite a bit on that trip last month, but I figured that I was showing off a future wife so I didn't ask for any help.

There were some other compatibility issues of a personal nature. We had a lot of discussions on marriage and how things "should be". At first I thought we would get along great. Then I'm finding out that some other things would cause some issues. Her daughter wasn't the greatest in making relationship decisions. I almost broke it off last September out of a concern that I would be spending my retirement savings on babies who were popped out by all of the losers she would hook up with. And that brought up a concern.....how did she really raise her daughter? Some parents do well and still have offspring who disappoint them, so would it have been fair for me to jump to that kind of conclusion?

And I'll confess, I almost broke things off last April (or maybe it was May) due to Kathleen's lack of financial discipline. My ex was talented at maxing out credit cards. Kathleen's credit rating is at the low end. She's had to take out "payday" loans before to make ends meet. She did finally get the last one paid off a couple of months ago, but I was not comfortable in accompanying her to those places when she had to make a payment. That was cause of great concern.

So, even though I feel as if she should give me another chance, would things work out if I took it? We could work out some things with relationship counseling. I would be for all that, as that even if we still could not have a relationship after such counseling then maybe I wouldn't be as upset about things as I am now.

Another question is, is should I even be upset at all? Did this breakup happen because God has it in mind to protect me from something down the road that I can't handle? I sometimes think that Kathleen's only got five years on the planet left. I was preparing for the possibility of a short marriage to her. Could I have handled that? Could I have handled watching her physical condition prematurely deteriorate? Early on in our resumption of the relationship last year I had a panic attack about this, but got over it. Hell, do I even know if I'm going to be around five years from now?

I do realize that I was depressed about the way things appeared to be going with this last month. Maybe we shouldn't have gone on that trip.

Should I even be upset at all? Clearly I was in love with one person in 2005 and that same person in 2009 wasn't really the same person.

I am grateful that I got another chance of this. I think maybe I stayed in it since I felt I owed it to God for giving us that chance.

(in case you were wondering, Kathleen doesn't know about this blog, and won't.)

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Breaking Up

Kathleen and I have broken up. Even though I wondered if one was coming, I am stunned by the reality that it actually happened. There were some compatibility issues, even though we were very close in some other respects. I had offered to go to counseling, but she wouldn't hear of it. Her reason was that only married people go to counseling.......which although married people do go to counseling, I don't personally think that there's anything wrong with a boyfriend and girlfriend going to counseling.

To be honest, in the last two months, I had the sense that I was going through the motions. Some of that had emerged while we were on our trip. I wasn't sure though if this was a temporary phase or not, but at this point I'm not sure that it would be worth the effort to attempt a reconciliation.

So, relationship-wise, one chapter has ended, and the next will soon be written. I know that I will have to get back out there, like the cowboy who gets thrown off the horse will have to get back on.

However, if the cowboy hurts from his fall, he may wait a few days before he rides again. In a situation like mine, I may wait a few weeks, or maybe a few months. There are a lot of game-players out there, and I really don't look forward in having to weed them out again.

I do hope though that the next one will be "the one".

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

An Old Memory, and 35+ Years Later

Sometime in the autumn of 1973 I was using my brother's transistor radio. There were some songs on the airwaves then that I was taking a liking to, and some of those were played on WABC Music Radio 77, 770 on the dial. The numbers on the tuning knob weren't exactly dead on accurate, but that wasn't really an issue as that WABC was easy to find if you were in northern New Jersey.

As it was, I had stumbled across a song that was in WABC's rotation. I can't remember what it was, other than I listened to it to the very end, and I fully expected the WABC jingle to follow it.

What followed it instead was the station identification of CKLW. I thought Canada??? I'm hearing Canada on this little radio??? It was at night, and I was obviously unfamiliar with how radio waves in that part of the spectrum propagated at night. After enough listening I was able to determine that CKLW was in Windsor, Ontario, and I discovered that I was also able to get a whole mess of other stations. I remember tuning in WLS (Chicago), WBZ (Boston), WLW (Cincinnati), WWWE (Cleveland), CBM (Montreal), WMAQ (Chicago), WBBM (Chicago) and even KMOX out of St. Louis. The fact that I could tune in distant radio stations and instantly know what was going on in another city fascinated me to no end. Shortly thereafter I checked out a book called "Elements of Radio" from the high school library. I was determined to learn how a radio worked, and how its components worked. Thus began a fascination with electronics and radio, a fascination that continues today, a fascination that motivated me to pursue and earn a degree in Electrical Engineering.

Things have really radically changed since then. I didn't dwell on that memory very much, and I mean really dwell on it, until I was here at home this past Saturday night. Kathleen was sick, and advised me to stay away lest I catch her fever, and so I needed something to do. I was on the computer, researching something, and somehow this led me to a search of Canadian radio stations. I then remembered this long available feature called streaming audio, and what the hell, why not see what it does?

Ten minutes later I was listening, real time, to an FM station out of Toronto. Shortly after that, I was tuned in to Radio One of CBC, which had an interesting music program going on. It was almost like old times: listening to some sounds originating from a great distance away, but this time I was using a computer, and not a radio.

Since that night in 1973, I have spent countless hours listening to shortwave, ham radio operators, police scanners, AM and FM. If I wasn't listening, I was talking, as that I've been a licensed ham since 1974. I have learned a lot about propagation effects and what time of day and/or year and/or frequency band would be best for tuning in, say, Japan.

Now all it takes is a few clicks of the mouse.

Things have really radically changed since then.

Monday, August 17, 2009

TANSTAAFL

Back in 1982 when I was an electrical engineering major at San Jose State University, one of the better professors there was illustrating the application of an operational amplifier in an amplifier circuit that was connected to a network of capacitors and inductors. Then he pointed out something that had to be given up in order to increase the gain out of that circuit. If you wanted more gain, you had to give up frequency response, and if you wanted more of a frequency range that the circuit would operate in, you had to give up gain.

At that point he brought up a word that I hadn't heard of before that time: TANSTAAFL. He explained that it came out of a Robert Heinlein novel called "The Moon is a Harsh Mistress", which I went on to read shortly after that lecture. TANSTAAFL stands for "There Ain't No Such Thing As A Free Lunch". Sure, you could have an amplifier with all the gain that you wanted if you were willing to give up frequency response. (You could also change the values of the capacitors and inductors, but that in itself would have some other implications).

Now it's August of 2009, and the debate on health coverage in the United States is raging. There seems to be a mentality amongst the "single payer" proponents that if the government's paying for it, that it's a good thing, and it won't hit your average Joe or Jane in the pocketbook.

The thing of it is, is that this kind of system isn't really "free". The money has to come from somewhere. Think about it. Several billion dollars has to be raised to set up the infrastructure to deliver this kind of health care system. Where does that money come from?

Some of you will say "that's no problem, we can raise taxes on the rich". That sounds logical except that the wealth of the rich are in the forms of stocks, bonds and other investments, and do not become cash until these assets are liquidated. If you kick them into a higher tax bracket, you are removing liquid assets that are converted into consumption, investments, or venture capital.

What about taxing their wealth and not their income? Liquidating a large block of stock in a corporation can raise cash but this will cause the stock price to go down, thus impacting the market capitalization of that corporation....thus causing a decrease in the "wealth" of that corporation. This can only be avoided if a buyer can be found who will buy out that block of stock, but where are you going to find such a buyer? There are only a finite amount of people or institutional investors in the world who could buy that stock and keeps its price up. Even if you do find such a buyer, what's to stop the other investors into not panicking and selling? Mutual funds who have also invested will take a hit, and this in turn will impact the retirement savings of millions of Americans.

OK, so what's another option? How about raising taxes on cigarettes? After all, cigarette smokers are in the minority, and they can't very well stop us from taxing them, can they?

Here is where the Law of Unintended Consequences comes in. Let's say that you slap a $5 tax per pack of cigarettes to raise money for universal health care. In order for this to work, you are going to have to make sure that the taxes are collected in the first place, which means that you will need lot of people to smoke cigarettes. I think a great many smokers will give up the habit in that kind of situation, which means that the revenue stream that you were counting on isn't there any more, at which point you raise the tax to $10 per pack, which in turn gets more people to quit since they can't afford the tax or don't want to pay it.......you see where this is going? If you tax fast food, you're going to have the same issue....and you would with any other "sin" tax.

There's one more option. Print the money. Just turn on those presses, get them chucking out $1000 bills 24/7/365, and print what you need. You're not raising taxes and you're not depending on a revenue stream from a sin tax.

The problem here is, is that if you create money out of thin air, you're inflating the currency. There's no getting around that. If say, there is in existence 5 trillion dollars out there, and you print 5 trillion more, then guess what? You now have 10 trillion dollars in existence, with no commensurate increase in the amount of goods and services that will be bought with those 10 trillion dollars. In this simplistic example, you've doubled the price of every commodity. If your income is also doubled to cover this, what you get is twice as many dollars that are only worth half as much as they were when you started out. And if your income isn't doubled -- say that your pay went up by 40% in this example -- then five per cent of your income has been confiscated from you and you won't even know about it!

What I'm saying here, is that you can't get away from TANSTAAFL when it comes to government-run health care. Even if you balance all three of these options, providing that such a balance that satisfies all concerned can be found in the first place, the amount of health care available is still a finite fixed quantity. It's going to have to be rationed. There's no getting around that either.

I'll grant that health care is expensive. That's because the system for getting the product of health care to the end consumer is extremely complicated. Pharmaceutical companies spend millions of dollars researching treatments. Research and development costs are no doubt a huge factor, but you also have product liablity issues to contend with. How often do you hear of a new wonder drug that comes out, gets approved by the FDA, but then gets banned when it's learned that this new wonder drug causes liver damage or cancer or something else that's bad? You now have a pharmaceutical company facing a class action lawsuit. That company has to prepare for those suits, and the costs that they face absolutely positively will be recovered and that recovery will come in the form of expensive drugs.

Likewise, you have thousands of medical professionals paying millions (if not billions) of dollars in the form of malpractice insurance. I'm not saying that quack doctors should be immune to lawsuits....what I'm saying is that their mistakes are being paid for by competent doctors who really have no choice but to pass those costs on to the insurance companies, who in turn pass that on to the consumer or the corporation that provides that health plan to their employees.

The bottom line is that we have a complex problem that is going to defy every simple solution that's thrown at it. I don't think that an 1100 page long piece of legislation is going to fix this, but neither is a simple approach like "single payer" that can be written up twenty pages.

TANSTAAFL certainly does indeed apply here, and we should realize that if we decide to take it upon ourselves to "fix" this problem.

Monday, August 10, 2009

The Conduct of Business

Part I: The Right Way to do Business

About two weeks ago, Kathleen and I stopped off in Intercourse, PA as that she saw some handcrafted mailboxes for display in front of an Amish house/farm. This was alongside state highway 340, about four miles east of Intercourse. We had just priced the same style of mailboxes at a store in Intercourse, and now we wanted to know how much these were.

We were soon greeted by an Amish housewife who had at least four children, all barefoot, and all wearing the same color of shirts. She invited us into the upstairs of the barn where we could look at more mailboxes. There were several to choose from and the prices she quoted were significantly lower than the store back in Intercourse. We decided to buy from her.

We asked about shipping, and she told us her husband would take care of it for us, but would need some extra funds for the shipping. No big deal, I had the cash. I handed her the payment for the mailbox and payment for the shipping. She asked me to write down my address on a post-it note, which I did.

I then asked for permission to get a close look at the buggy that was parked in front of the barn. She obliged, and I studied the dashboard (nice handcrafted wood) and the interior. I saw that it had been equipped with battery-powered turn signals.

After my examination of the buggy, I thanked her, whereupon Kathleen and I drove off.

I remarked to Kathleen how I could feel comfortable trusting the woman to the point of handing her cash for the mailbox and shipping. I didn't ask for receipt; I didn't feel the need to. The Amish are a very religious people who can be trusted to keep their word. Others may look down on them but I won't.

Would you hand $80 over to a complete stranger on a promise that they'll ship the goods to you? In most circumstances you wouldn't, and neither would I. But with the Amish, you know that you can count on them to keep their word. It makes me wish that all businesses had the same set of ethics. The mailbox arrived via UPS a few days after I got home.

That's the right way to do business.


Part II: The Wrong Way to do Business

Basha's is a chain of supermarkets that operates stores throughout most of Arizona. They also own and operate AJ's Fine Foods, which caters to the upscale market, and Food City, which caters to the Hispanic market. But their main chain is Basha's, and they have been in the business for decades. They have good meats and good produce. At one time they had good service but they decided to abandon that a few years ago.

Their nearest store is at Broadway & Houghton, which is a short walk from where I live. I used to go there when I first bought my house in May of 2000. About two years later, Safeway opened up a store across the street from them, and I was impressed with the level of service there. The cashiers there went out of their way to be friendly and to "care". Now you can make the argument that they had to since they were an upstart entry into the business complexes at that intersection, and you'd be right. However, over the years they maintained their friendly attitude and you felt good shopping there.

Meanwhile the Basha's across the street started to change. If you went in to buy only a few items, you would have to wait in the lines behind the big buyers since they wouldn't open the express line anymore. I even wrote an email to the store manager, which he indicated he would then try an "experiment" and keep the express line open during non-peak hours. Over the course of time, the "experiment" was abandoned as that Basha's would never open the express line even during the peak hours as I found out one Saturday morning some eight months ago.

I fired off another email to them, wondering why they would only have one register open while fifteen people were waiting to check out. Three times the cashier looked up at the long line, and would not call for help (I'm now thinking that there wasn't any other staff available to help). I got a response from the district manager that essentially denied that there was a problem. Fine, I don't beg people to take my money from me. If someone doesn't want my business then I won't give it to them.

Three or four months ago, Basha's announced they were going to close some "underperforming" stores. Those stores have since closed. Last month they announced they were going into Chapter 11.

Today they announced that their Broadway/Houghton store would be closing too, along with some other stores elsewhere in Arizona.

I don't think the problem was with the Broadway/Houghton intersection. This part of Tucson has grown since I bought my house, and even within the past two years we've had two banks open at that intersection. It's a good neighborhood. There's no reason why two supermarkets can't make it at Broadway/Houghton.......unless you consider the possibility that the Basha's there alienated a significant amount of their customer base which in turn is now shopping at Safeway.

I brought my issues to the attention of Basha's last December. They denied that there was a problem.

That's the wrong way to do business.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Odds and Ends, 8/7/09

The headlines these past few days have been interesting. We have a raging debate over health care reform, and Congressional representatives facing constituents during their August recess. I'm still digesting the articles, commentaries and video links, but the one thing that comes to mind is that the politicians just don't get it. The Democratic leadership is labelling those who show up to protest as "Nazis" (Speaker Pelosi actually accused them of carrying swastikas, as if anybody these days is really going to do that!).

I can't decide which is worse, a bunch of Democrats trying to force this down our throats or a bunch of impotent Republicans hiding under their desks out of fear of standing up to the Democrats. I keep getting fundraising letters from the Republicans (I'm a registered independent), and I can't see the point in donating money to a party that became the party that they ran against in 1994.

As I said, the politicians just don't get it.



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Sunsets in Arizona are very beautiful. Each night in the western sky God paints a picture for us that no photographic equipment can possibly capture the elegance of what you see. I can observe them from my neighborhood, but I really ought to drive the four or five miles east on Broadway where I can watch them from the Saguaro National Park.



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While away on vacation there came an email from my cousin Todd. We were drawn for deer tags in Unit 34B, which is in Cochise County. I know part of the unit but I need to do some scouting runs regardless. Part of the preparation for the hunt is pre-season scouting runs, in an effort to not only learn the area, but to learn the habits of the wildlife there. I hope I can get down there one weekend from now.



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That's it for now. May everyone who reads this enjoy peace, prosperity, and good health. Don't forget to pet a dog or a cat.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Back Home!

This is going to be a short entry, as that I am still somewhat jet-lagged.

Kathleen and I returned to Arizona two days ago, and we got here without complication. The folks at National Car Rental did manage to make up a little for what happened during our arrival: the guy who processed our return helped with moving our luggage over to where the shuttle bus was. I've never seen that kind of service from the other car rental companies so on this blog entry, I'm going to tip my hat to National.

We really had a lot of fun visiting with my cousin Jeanette and her family in Havertown. We have crossed paths several times since childhood, and life has been a whole lot better to her now than it was eight or ten years ago when she was undergoing some adverse circumstances. I can identify with that, having gone thru some of that myself.

I told Kathleen that if I ever end up winning the lottery, we'll have a summer home in Pennsylvania and a winter home in Arizona. Trouble is, is that I don't play the lottery, aside from a few scratcher tickets if I'm visiting another state. I could comment further on the lottery but that's going to have to wait for another time as that I'm starting to fade.