Recently a person I know, who is a “stylist, color specialist”, or hairdresser wrote a short “rant” on Facebook, and asked me to read it. I told her I liked it and then introduced her to my ultimate form of REAL writing, (according to me), i.e. “STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS”.

It’s not “taught” anywhere, it’s definitely not fully understood, nor is it  “politically correct”,…..it just is exactly what it says, it goes from the heart  to the fingers, (or pad of paper or the computer and keyboard), to the “ether layer of ‘the cloud” or whatever  medium you use. We ALL have stories, we all have thoughts, we all have judgements, and we all become frustrated, because we are not “writers, a/k/a Hemingway, Vonnegut, William F. Buckley, etc., nor any of the others lining the shelves of the local bookstores!

It we can all, (or mostly all) write! We are human and by nature only a fraction of us have what it takes to be “REAL WRITERS”, but we can ALL be hobbists or amateurs, even if we are hacks sometimes. The MOST  important point is, we all have something to say,….so say what you have to say! Never be ashamed of it either! No matter what God endowed you with it’s enough to write. Look at folks who were not “writers” like, Anne Frank, and others who are now world renown, not for necessarily having BA’s, or MA’s , but telling a story, AS A HUMAN BEING.

What we are,  is basically,  human beings, fraught with many imperfections for sure, lacking the “proper education” in formal writing skills, (per the “politically correct crew”), but where did folks like Edger Allen Poe, Charles Dickinson, Ernest Hemingway and others come from? Did they all graduate from Columbia School of Journalism, and writing, Harvard University,   or their equivalent .

And WHY MUST everything be so linked together as to no longer resemble the fractured nature of our thought process and mental being as to present a “singular” view?

We are human, and as such, being a human animal, we ARE fractured. We play different roles, have different thoughts, mind tracks and concerns,…….95% of the time! I will guarantee you that a “socially adjusted person” and a “crazy dude” are not the same person, ALL THE TIME, ….BUT.. they are close..Why is that ?

The “crazy dude” compartmentalizes things, BUT in hermetically sealed, totally isolated places in their mind where they never see the light of day,….until they burst! (Like Ted Kyzinski) the Uni-bomber, and most of the time that is not a good thing! But sometimes they have things to say,…. for all of us are “STORYTELLERS”, regardless of credentials!

Whereas  a “socially well adjusted person, is both a career /business person, a family person,  a person with individual convictions and personal and religious beliefs, definite likes, and dislikes.” They, unlike the “crazy dude” are “spinning more plates” and weighing their values and melding it all together in a unique personal form,……called a “normal” human being.

Recently I heard of a Dean/Professor, who assigned a project to follow a “Blog” as part of a semester program for college students, BUT it had to be a totally compartmentalized Blog, i.e., a business blog had to always, and totally, be about business, a “mommy blog had to be totally about “Being a Mommy Blog” only.

HELLO!!!! That is plain stupid, and in my mind, contra-productive to ANY goals of the project!  Man (not the gender Dean, the universal reference to ALL mankind)  is not a specifically isolated and compartmentalized being. We are all the SUM of our life experiences, and as such MUST be expressed that way to be successfully comprehended by the world! And remember, some, because of motivation, formal training, etc. can do it better than others!

I don’t sit down to chose my subjects, I usually let my subjects choose me,….it’s better that way. Writing is a personal communication for no one in particular, but most in general, …the key difference is one simple word that makes that difference count,…..PASSION!!!

Not the passion of “hot” subject matter, ( like a good looking 25 year old blonde on the Boardwalk in a Bikini, …that causes traffic accidents!) but the passion that will ignite your SOUL, not your libido!

The world is fraught with good, bad, happy, sad, worthy,… and not so worthy things, but it’s what “trips YOUR trigger”, which is where your capacity to be a writer comes from,…inside your self from that little thing that catches your awareness, creates curiosity, vehemently turns you almost violent or angry, or is directly opposed to the “normal rule of order”. That is what writing should be about!! Improper grammar and all. (“Never end a sentence with a preposition”, – Sr. Alice, my teacher, 1955. But I just did with the preposition “ABOUT” two sentences back in this article.

Writers are usually “poor folk”, from a monetary standpoint in this world,….why? Because the Bible got it right!! “Man must serve God or Man,…but not both!!” (Loose translation.)

Not going “Evangelical” on you, but TWO (2) of the Gospel writers, Matthew and Luke, both warn about it! (Matt 6:24, and Luke 16:3,….check it out!)

Part of the ” secret” of being a writer, is to be both a reader, and a “learner”. “Knowledge builds on Knowledge, and is based on Knowledge” – (ME, 2017)

One does not just pick up a pen, (or a laptop) and WRITE, one must explore, gain knowledge,research, and consider “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness”, as a certain document.  I’m personally fond of what anyone has to say. One must “learn”, expand their knowledge, first in life,  and then in writing,…. define and expand that knowledge as YOU are drawn to relate it to others!!

This whole “blog” is more of a philosophical presentation, than “informative opinion”, but I write it to challenge YOU, the Reader, to let me know your feelings, and thoughts,…..or,……am I just wasting my time, sitting in a Bar with a pint of Guinness, and wasting my heartbeats!!

January 10, 2018

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Posted by: guinness222 | January 8, 2018

Thank You,…Father!!

Father Kevin Johnson passed away January 8, 2018

As an active member of the St. Rita Parish in Santa Rosa Beach, Florida for about six years now, my wife and I were both saddened by the passing of our Pastor, Father Kevin Johnson,…..but there is much more to it,….so read on.

My wife,Barbara, and I are both what are called “Cradle Catholics”, meaning we were born to Catholic Parents, christained, or baptized within weeks of being born, and were brought up to be Catholics. As a kid it could be frustrating, with getting up on everySunday morning to go to church, whether you really wanted to or not. Like good Catholic Children , our parents felt one of their most important obligations was to insure all their children grew up to be a “good Catholics”. Parochial School was a must for their children and their duty was to make it happen, regardless of the personal sacrifices it entailed. Whenever physically possible we went to parochial grammar schools, high schools, and even College if we could get into one of the few Catholic Colleges. A great deal of our “Extra-curricular” time was also spent in activities fostered within the confines of Catholicism, Boy Scouts for example had a “Catholic” award called the “Ad Altare Dei”, (which. I earned and received from Archbishop Richard Cushing when I was 13 years old at the Holy Cross Cathedral in Boston. (Several years later he was made a Cardinal.) , Both my wife and I, as well as parents and siblings, participated in “Drum & Bugle Corps” under the auspices of the “Catholic Youth Organization (CYO)”, which is where we met, went on to marry, have three children and are celebrating our fifty first year of marriage together.

Why do I tell you all of this? Very simply to make you aware of Fr. Kevins contribution to this area, and all of our lives, and assure you he has a seat right up there with Mother Teresa in heaven with the Lord! He didn’t found a great order of priests like the Jesuits, Benedictines, Dominicans or the like. He didn’t rise from a humble family to go on to become a bishop, cardinal, or Pope, but what he did do was to personify his Priesthood with the characteristics of Catholicism, and something each and everyone of us could, and should do every day. It makes you, everyone you meet, and everyone you come in contact with both like and respect you far more, and it costs you absolutely nothing!

What is it? SIMPLY SAY “THANK YOU!”, sincerely and with meaningfully, for everything in your life that happens. Not the mumbled “thanks”, or muffled “thank you”, or the nod of acceptance, but simply say “thank You” with emphasis on the “YOU”, and do it with a smile!

I used to think of Fr. Kevin as “Father Thank You”, that will be the memory etched forever in my mind . I serve at Mass on the Alter, and after the Alter Boys and Alter Girls  finish washing the Priests hands during Mass, Father “Thank You” would always tell them and smile as he did it. He said “Thank you” to every person ever bringing up the gifts at every Mass which I witnessed as well. When he first fell ill he was in a wheelchair for a while, and I was fortunate enough to have pushed him to the altar, up the ramp and around the altar as he celebrated mass, and regardless of his personal pain and trials he always, and I mean every time, said “Thank You!” to me, with a smile and a sincere way such that you knew it was as real as it gets. I’d see him after Mass in our Church function room, after daily Mass, he loved to just sit, have coffee and a Donut or two, and talk to “his lambs”, be they three, or 93.  Before Mass he would ask to be pushed over to any of the elderly parishioners to say hello and a word of comfort to them.

He was born without an evil, sarcastic, or cynical bone in his body, and he never met a man, woman or child, whom he did not love, and respect. During an average Mass, he probably said “Thank You” a half a dozen times, and always made everyone he came in contact with feel like a personal friend and special fried. I was so proud when he agreed to help my wife and I renew our wedding vows on our fiftieth anniversary at Mass, this past summer, and it felt like we were the only people there, despite a full church. He had that effect on everyone he ever met!

His family, growing up was a typical Irish Catholic family, (in the “old Days” it was the pinnacle of parental success for a parent when a Son became a priest, and a daughter became a Nurse, Both Father Kevin and his brother became Priests, and his sister a  Nurse.

I could go on, but I’d rather remember Father Kevin Johnson as “Father Thank You” and am going to try and say “Thank You” myself, to more folks, be it the receptionist in a Doctors  Office Lobby, a “Bagger” at the supermarket, of even a salesman, or aPolice Office handing back your Licence and registration after you were stopped for a petty light bulb or other infraction.

And by the way Father Kevin,….”Thank You” for spending time with all of us as well!

It’s working!!

January 8, 2018

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Friends are hard to find,…..that’s a fact! Sometimes they go back to childhood, …got a couple of them,….but more likely as the old adage goes, “God gave you your relatives, ….but you can choose your friends!” One of the most sage pieces of wisdom ever spoken.

I met this friend over 13 years ago, we both used to stop in the same neighborhood bar, along with another friend, who has since passed away.  He was a big catalyst to our friendship, ….as well as helping what friendship really means, and what you would do for a “friend”, without any further question!

Suffice it to say, as readers will remember, I managed a retail store in one of those “mega-mall” Outlet Centers. Our passed friend was named “Mikie” ( his real name), and it was through “Mikie”, that I meet the other  Mike , a charter member of my “true friends”club.

We both liked playing chess, we both loved our military time and service, (not old war stories, but honoring our “debt” to our country for our freedoms and that of our children, siblings and the future) we both loved life, and were not so much conscious of what it brought, but learned just how many few REAL FRIENDS a person can add to their personal list of “real friends” in their life.

As a matter of fact we used to play chess at the local pub, (I beat him once in the hundred or so games we played),…..he was not only good, but a real GrandMaster at the game! (Being a Pub in the area of LA “lower Alabama”, or the Florida panhandle) folks used to come over and say things like “Those are strange lookin’ checkers”, and “Is that some kind of new game y’all are playin’?”

Our friend “Mikie” added the “comic relief” to our budding friendship, as Mikie was the last of the real “Woodstock generation”, or, as Mikie I’m sure plagerized from somewhere, “If you remember Woodstock,….you weren’t there!” (If you don’t understand that comment drop me a line and I’ll explain it for you!).

I know Mikie knew how to play chess, but he loved “playin’ Dumb” and watching Mike and I play.

As life has it, we all move on, Mikie passed away about a year and a half later, and Mike had a really tough break and he too, moved on,….but we kept in touch, via facebook, and a lot of the other “lifelines” friends use to just keep track of each other “without being invasive”. Just being sure a “friend “ was doing ok.

Mike had some personal situations, and had to move on with his life. He and my wife Barbara were both of Polish/Ukrainian heritage, and they struck up a friendship as well. We had him to dinner, he had us over for dinner, and we all kidded around together, but even she asks me “How’s Mike doing?”, occasionally.

Mike had been a real Army Ranger”(closest thing to a SEAL, that can’t swim well”- an old Navy slam, but lovingly meant as they are just as “badass” , and the real deal, he had retired after about 12-14 years,  and gone into professional protective services, as well as staying open to “independent options”.

Read as “independent contractor”, as the military started “scaling back” our involvement in the “Eastern European situation” region, and the “ Middle Eastern” areas. I never asked, and he never really told me anything specific,….but he was there for sure, and since we’ re both getting older things become a little clearer. He filled in his “out of Country gigs” with reasonable “regular jobs”. At one point he was either the head of the detachment, or senior guy for one of the most important United States Diplomats since the end of WWII. But also a personal “body guard” for our ambassador in the Bosnia/Herzegovina “situation” in the 1970-90 era. But never talked much about experiences, with the exception that he “had to  carry “X’s” daytimer for him “so he didn’t have a bulge” in his pocket!

He truly was a REAL person, AND MY FRIEND!

Some time ago he packed it in, at our little “ vacation kingdom” and moved to Las Vegas. We checked each other’s welfare via face book postings, and that occasional e-mail back and forth.

About a month and a half ago he sent me a note that he and his parents and siblings all wanted to “go to the beach” for Christmas so he’d be here between Christmas and New Years and would like to get together to check that “we were all “doing ok”!

He called two days ago, and we set a date and time to get together “for a beer”, and catch up,…….and that we did yesterday.

Got to sign out and go back to “real life” but stay tuned for the next update in the next week or so, and really see what real friendship is all about!! (Or what I can tell you without breaking confidences with a “Real Friend”!

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January 1, 2018

Posted by: guinness222 | December 2, 2017

Age can sometimes bring stupidity, as can power, and battle!

As any of my readers know, I was in the US Navy for four years plus 2 in reserves in the 1964-1970 period. I started in weather observation/forecasting, and was then sent to a “C” school with orders to an Admirals Staff position upon completion, as an ASW (Anti submarine warfare environmental technician) technician. So what you ask? I still love the Navy, and would have loved to have spent my career in the Service, BUT,…..being married and two children under three years old and an Aircraft Carrier Billet,…meant long separations, and it was my choice to go home after my enlistment and try and be a father to my children and a real husband to my wife,

That said I still love the Navy and joined as a member, The U.S. Naval Institute, to keep abreast of what was happening as I grew older and when your memories are far better than the original conditions, (which make for a better long range, or BIG PICTURE, view of life, and your role in it over the years, AND into the FUTURE!.

In a most recent issue of their magazine, there was an article that caught my attention, in the August 2017 issue of  “Proceedings” written by a retired Commander in the ASW realm, named Dan Dolan. It was excellent, and spot on as to history. I was in the Navy during the period in question , and have direct info and input, which I am posting and will try and find a way to send to Commander Dolan.

Despite being accosted by Submarines in WWI, and then again in WW2, and even with all the time and water that went under the Keel, since those two wars, in which the Germany Submarine, and it’s tactics were better than ever each time they came out “to play”, we were woefully behind them. We built be most of our WWII submarines in Portsmouth, NH at the Portsmouth Naval Shipyard. Years (20ish) ago I found a book, and was fortunate enough to live about three miles away from the yard. The title of that book was “32 in 42” (???????) that chronicalled the building of 32 brand new US Submarines in ONE calendar year! Consider today it takes multiple YEARS to build a single new Sub.

Technology has greatly improved, (as has the cost of building a ship), but the one thing we learned from the Germans was that we MUST advance or be following their growth again, as in the fifty years that had passed by the beginning of the Vietnam Nam era. A submarines strength lies in it’s ability to hit,run, and then hide itself UNDERWATER, to surface again and do it again, or lie quietly and wait for targets to come by, much like a shooting gallery at a carnival. And in many cases it’s presence isn’t known until a torpedo has done it’s work.

For surface ships we have developed radar, larger and more accurate guns, diversionary tactics,  as well as many , many things we don’t have a clue about, since they are highly classified! But until the advent of sonar we were blind as to there even being a submarine in the immediate area. And the hundreds of other new advancements in both submarine technology as well as “deflecting” coverings which can, to a degree render a submarine some “invisibility” to a searcher.

We have also developed numerous weaponry to both “evade”, or “blind” a submarine’s radar. But this is all a “tit for tat” relationship as well, and is the current mod of research, and development in the world for all country’s possessing submarines.

The one thing “anti submarine warfare” (ASW) has been plodding along and is the varying nature of that which covers our planet,……oceans, seas account for 4/5ths of our earths coverage, while continents and land covers only 1/5th!!. The Centuries of “Armys”, and the history of “War” was relatively restricted to the land areas until a scant 600 years ago, and look how far we’ve come in army’s, and even conquering the biggest environmental obstacle of our world, the sky and air. We’ve even begun inroads  to “outer space”, which offers a virtually an infinite place for weapon placement, delivery, and “hiding” in plain sight!! It has caused a reduction in Naval and Land defenses, as the immense potential of access to power, control, and political control resides more fully in that realm.

But I urge the world to re-look the naval capabilities, as they offer the same possibilities as space,,….yes more problems, but far more potential in my opinion. We have really become to “large” as a planet, to live upon with the mindsets of “conquest” and “military dominance”!

That being the case “conquest”, and “military dominance” is really no longer an option, so much as defense and deflection is the mantra for the next several hundred years! We all know that MANY nation states have the ability, and capability in a multi overkill capacity, but it will leave desolation and devastation so large that the “conquest” will bankrupt the “winner” who must “rebuild a conquered area” to be of value will lose their standing due to both the costs, and the technology needed versus the devastation reeked on the “loser”

It would, it seems, be a circular rotation of countries into “control and power”, while yielding nothing to an ever shrinking “society” which is deteriorating from within.

Regardless of all the options, it all is boiling down to a political future, and only dictators, and idiots can survive,…….a sad commentary on the growth of mankind!

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December 2, 2017

Posted by: guinness222 | November 29, 2017

Writing for giggles!

“Writing for giggles” is a term a frustrated writer, like me,  uses to indicate writing for no compensation, or to “further our expertise as a “quasi-professional writer” or “expanding my writing world as I am recognized!” That be me!

The earliest I can remember was shortly after being able to dream, as a child. And so I began, if something struck my fancy, I would pick up pen and take to writing. As I wrote, I learned how much more I had to learn to be a writer! But the long term result was still the same, practice, practice, and even more practice! As a Freshman in High School, in 1959, I agreed, actually requested to write, for a semi-scientific school science publication in the early 60’s. The name of the publication was “The Fermi Quarterly” supervised by Brother Bauer, the chemistry teacher at my school, Catholic Memorial High School in West Roxbury, Massachusetts. I passed on the school newspaper, the yearbook, etc. because I enjoyed writing “my way”, lots of research, flexible  deadlines, and very little revision.

My first “assignment” was to write an  article on the level of destruction within a 20-40 mile radius of detonation from a 5 mega-ton atomic Bomb, but I would not not be denied. With  the amount of time I spent in the Boston Public Library researching and documenting my research, it was truly Hurculean! (You have to remember this was a mere 17 years after we first knew there was such a thing as an “Atomic Bomb”,….my research was impeccable, and massive for what was available at the time to the general public. I was so proud of it I figured that even if I wrote it with one of the old “fat” crayons on a paper bag,….well, I had left a meaningful mark on the world for posterity. And it was published in o ver 3,000 copies for various science classes, etc.

My mother was very sickly in my younger days. She had contracted polio in 1946, spent time in an “iron lung”, and it occurred just after getting pregnant with my little sister Judy. Who was born in 1947 in January. The only side effect for my sister Judy was a complete, or minimal coating of enamel on her teeth, which put her in dentures and braces, etc. from 8-11 years old. To this day trying to find a picture of her with ANY smile was, and is like trying to score a trillion dollar lottery prize with one “quick pick” ticket. My dad did all the cooking, cleaning and housework. (In a lot of respects he was easy. My sister Judy, loved sandwiches of Miracle whip, and I loved plain buttered white bread with regular table sugar sprinkled liberally over it,….YUM!)

As I grew older I started keeping those memories in the dark recesses of my brain as I grew up. Even today I can conjure them up pretty accurately when I want, and sometimes out of the blue, to which my wife of 50 years, says “What are you talking about”, or “Where did that come from? (Thank you God for such a powerful computer between my ears from the 1945 period to now! (Sure wish you sent an instruction manual with it!!)

All went well, until I went to college, Bridgewater State College, 1962, it was a teacher’s College until a couple years before, then Massachusetts decided they didn’t need as many strictly “teacher’s” colleges. So they converted about five or six of them to full Colleges, with more majors, teachers, classrooms, etc. I was going to major in English and History,…..until I took my first English course! The very first assignment was to write a paper on the ( Similarities and Differences between Tragedy and Drama”),….Ooops! But I went home took the entire week, and wrote my heart out after researching and writing for what seemed like forty hours of my life,…in one five day week!

I eagerly awaited the return of the graded article and the joy it would bring me. The following week after I turned it in I got it back on Friday,…..in red, on the top of the page was “F”! I don’t think I have ever been so angry in my life,….it was bordering on “MAD!!

I wet to see the instructor, and she said it was a grammar exercise, in a creative writing format. I`!! She was obviously not a good teacher and did not care if the CONTENT was flawlessly accurate, and documented! So I dropped her course, and eventually dropped out of College in December 1962.

Here we are 55 years later, and I’m sure she has probably died, but to this day I still think Content is 85% of the “grade” of all writing, 15% the remainder!! Perhaps that has been my motivation to continue to write! Not only that, but currently “apps” like Grammarly and auto correcting apps, cover the English 101 courses MAJOR goals.

I’ve been published in several different Newspapers, without a single comma, period, or bit of grammar being changed by the editors! Granted they were monthlies, then weeklies, then finally dailies,…..but my words were out there for the whole world to read,….that was the objective, ….not Pulitzers, commissions, or bonuses! That is enough for a serious writer,…….or so I though for 72 years,……but as I grow up , at 72, I think I’d like to have some monetary recognition of my hard worked for talents! Particularly since I really can’t afford to “retire” as the money and the normal cost of living preclude it.

The bigger question is how do I make it pay, not a fortune, but enough to make life more than franks n’ beans! That is the long explanation of what “Writing for Giggles” is all about today.

And I must say my fifth grade Nun, Sister Alice, taught me well how to diagram a sentence and check for improvments. But the bigger problem, which I think began back in the 60’s were the lack of real teachers, but the marathon “ to put your time in and grab the retirement and pension” became the goal and not the VOCATION of teaching, and helping children aspire to learn more,……not just get “passed” to the next grade. (And now they don’t even worry about that, because you almost have to get arrested for indecent exposure or paying for someone to do your papers and paying cash!!

The good old days of belief and motivation and career choice are gone, now it’s “how much money can I make,and do I have to REALLY work a full week of 40 hours, and how many sick days and optional days do I get, ….and how many free stock options are involved?

Just sayin’ , It ain’t like it used to be!!

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Posted by: guinness222 | November 25, 2017

Getting Ready to have a real fit!!!

When you’re down and out, hold up you’re heard and yell “SHIT”! (Doesn’t solve problems,…but it sure feels good!

Posted by: guinness222 | November 25, 2017

July 20, 2016

Posted by: guinness222 | October 30, 2017

…Yes, we are indeed one of God’s strangest creatures!

And I’m a “prima facia” witness of that,….but let me expand and show you what I mean.

My parents did the VERY best they could to provide me with the best educations available for both grammar school as well as High School. Both Parochial and rigid to be sure! Just as their sacrifices were in the 1950’s and 1960’s, it was virtually a financial “no go”,….but they found a way to make it happen, ….and not just for me, The oldest child of their marriage, BUT my other four siblings as well! We ALL got the best we could get from them,and that bore that sacrifice heroically, and unbeknownst to us the children! Little did we know piling all the children in the car after school and going to see my father every Friday, was not just to say “Hi Dad, we love you! Though the window as he came out of the A&P Supermarket he worked for, to give our mother a pay envelope. (In those days pay was made the “old fashion way” with cash in a small envelope. We would then continue to drive, and go to various places, like the Bank that held their mortgage, the pharmacist who extended them, ( and all five children) the medications, and medicines credit a young family with five children who routinely were the “germ magnets” who brought home , measles, mumps, chicken pox, “whooping cough” and things like “lice”, execema ,…and for lack of medical terminology,…”creeping crud” which also spread through the entire house!!

Now all that said, and all those sacrifices they made for us, their five children,….what did we do with it? Here’s the score card. Myself the oldest, applied to one college and dropped out before the end of the first semester. Number two,my sister, decided to become and X-ray technician, succeeded, eventually became a manager and leader in her field, until she retired a few years ago. My brother opted to do “the honorable thing” and married a girl who he had gotten pregnant and went to work for the A&P Supermarket as and “apprentice” meat cutter. My other sister, wanted to be a nurse and she completed a four year nursing school, got both a BS in nursing and her formal designation as a “Registered Nurse”, our youngest brother went to the same private, Jesuit High School as my Dad, and then went on to Northeastern University to become an “HR” specialist, and follow in my father’s footsteps as a Labor Union Worker, and eventually a Labor Union Vice President, and a Corporate Vice-President of a Fortune 100 Company, and recently retired after forty years. I applaud all of them! So WHO AM I, AND WHAT DO I REALLY WANT FROM MY LIFE?

Well for starters , after 53 years of “living”, (I was apparently a slow learner!) I’m beginning to arrive at the answers to the BIG questions in life that both my parents AND my wife and I expect our children to answer at 18 years old!

OK, so what have I “found” at 72 years old? First of all I found the college that I really want to go to, were I “young” enough to do it at this age. Secondly what would I do with that education? And Thirdly, would it have changed the woman I married 51 years ago, or a minute of my “life experiences”,…to that one,…. the answer is absolutely NO, and punctuate that with an exclamation point (!). Let me share my conclusions and wishes on my past an future life.

I wound up using the GI bill after six years in the U. S. Navy and got an “Associate of Arts in Business”, (Summa Cum Laude, I might add), plus about 100 more college credit hours for other and subsequent courses I took and passed , but not in the right order, or “regimen requirement” to get a Bachelors Degree,….but that’s ok, they can’t “suck the knowledge” out of me,…right? “I” still studied it, and “”I” OWN IT!!

But last year,after FIFTY years of research, and study, my IDEAL college to attend came forward. It would be Hillsdale College, in Michigan. Why? It is real, requires mandatory study of the “Constitution of the United States” as well as the entire “Federalist Papers”, and other (What I call “ESSENTIALS”, in becoming and AMERICAN CITIZEN), as well as ongoing communications and knowledge of the Political “History” of this country, as it is evolving!!

So what else did I decide I want? Well, at 72 you start a “BUCKET LIST”, (you know, things you want to do before you die). Since I’m already 72,and my Dad graduated from Boston College in 1938,…..I got a shot of being a graduate of Boston College, (in one my specialty fields of study, both accredited and self studied, History and Oceanography) in 2038! Exactly ONE HUNDRED years after my Dad, from the same College, Boston College. I know that would have been a Crowning glory of his life, ( he passed in 1972) and me basically saying,…”See Dad, I understand now, even if it only took a hundred years, I understand.”.

Ok so you picked up on the “Oceanography”,……that’s part two which I’ll write tomorrow,….trust me it’s worth th 24 hour wait,….I promise you!

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Posted by: guinness222 | October 14, 2017

Medicare, Doctors, and government bullshit!!

Sure sounded good when I became eligible (no not really, when I was COMPELLED to take Medicare, ( I should have said, because you MUST go on Medicare at 65 by law!) Smartass Congress you just gave up your first rights folks, get used to it, quickly, there’s more coming at you in the ” fine print”, as well. If you are getting worker provided health care, you still have to get on Medicare. And if you decline? Guess when you retire or quit, all you got is the cheapest Medicare plan there is until their next open enrollment at which point your age now plays a SERIOUS factor with regards your payment.

I got on it at 65 like a good citizen doobie, and pay $186 a month for it now at 72 years old, (goes up every year as you age,…..surprise, surprise, surprise) Plus they send you a telephone book or “FORMULARY” of all the drugs in the world and what it’s going to cost you IF you opted for the right coverage! If not,…..welll I won’t go there right now.

Now HAPPY DAYS, if you get a decent plan like mine there is no CO-PAY for going to the Doctor or the Hospital, BUT they get you otherways. The Doctors are paid by the government, and ergo must adher to their policies and practices. For example they bugged the hell out of me to get a Colonoscopy, “It’s all covered by Medicare,….don’t worry.” Then later I find out you are entitled to one “FREE”after you sign up for Medicare and after that it can be literally years until you are eligible for another, even if your Doctor recommends it,  It becomes “Co-Pay time”. Oh and not that I miss it, you get one Prostate enlargement check every 5 years plus. (Only had 1 since I was 65,….remember I’m 72 now!) before 65 it was a once a year, so I’ve either gotten “screwed” ,…or now,  it’s based on what the Doctors are able to get paid for doing it!

As citizens we are not looking to screw the government with excess charges, etc.  BUT HELLO. GOVERNMET…….IT AIN’T US,….it’s everybody else involved in the system!!

For example, my wife’s supplemental plan, which is supposed to cover the “co-pays, excess over the amount charged, etc.has apparently COST THE DOCTOR’S, HOSPITALS,  and OTHER LABS, PROVIDERS AND OTHER LEECHES MORE THAN THEY WANT!!!

Surprise, Surprise, as Gomer Pyle used to say, so what do they do? The Hospital system sends out letters to all the patients on the plan which they “think” they deserve more for ,, (GEE MAYBE YOU GET RID OF THE STARBUCKS COFFEE IN THE CAFETERIA < NA DGO TO REGULAR MAXWELL HOUSE!!!! (NOVEL IDEA TO SAVE MONEY HUH?))

But NO they send out letters to all the patients telling them that as of December 31, 2017 they will not be accepting my wife’s and the other patients who have it insurance. I’VE GOT A MAJOR DISCONNNECT HERE!! The hospital, Doctors, Specialists, etc. agreed to the plan a year or so ago, now they feel screwed!! So  withdraw services, to ALL patients under that plan are on NOTICE. The American way says take it to court!

Of course we the customer, who are happy the insurance company negotiated great rates last time, are now threatened by the providers, the medical groups and hospitals with NOTHING in 60 days!! (We called the insurance company and they told us “We’re stilll negociating with them,….it’s not over yet!)

How do you handle it? As a businessman you mandate all contracts MUST be agreed upon 6months before renewal, or must be honored for an additional year after expiration by both parties to provide a “cooling off period” as well as letting patients find better insurance if necessary or better pricing. PATIENTS DID NOT NEGOCIATE ANYTHING,  EITHER THE INSURANCE COMPANY OR THE PROVIDER HAD WEAK NEGICIATING TEAMS, NEITHER ONE OF WHICH IS THE PATIENTS PROBLEM,…..AND NOT THEIR’s TO PAY!!

End of rant for today!

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October 16, 2017

 

“IF YOU LIKE YOUR DOCTOR OR YOUR PLAN YOU CAN KEEP THEM.” Barrack O’Bummer  (Yeah Right you poser!!)

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