Remembering Germany

Back in the day I used to spend a lot of time in the Fatherland.  General Motors  (actually, in Germany it was Adam Opel Motors) had it’s headquarters in Russelsheim near Frankfort and I had to pay hommage to the muckety mucks as well as deal with our own folks there from time to time.  Almost all my previous time here has been work related with little time for tourism or idle observations.  Not so now.  Well, technically I’m working for the next couple of days, but not like I used to work. I arrived yesterday after a surprisingly nice flight on AA to a new terminal at Frankfort am Main.  Why can’t we seem to manage new terminals at our aging airports in the...

No Matter What it Costs

The symbol you see here is a Caduceus which is an icon adopted by most commercial interests in the health care industry.  The Asclepius, which is pretty much the same except for it’s derivation and the fact that it only has one snake, is representative of most health care professionals…doctors, nurses, etc.  Interestingly there is no symbol that represents the most important constituency of the health care industry…the consumers…me and you.  The derivation of each symbol, and how it came to represent the various factions (which I will not bore you with) makes about as much sense as how we consume and pay for health care in the United States...

Another Stinky Subject

On January 16, 2008 I posted Part 1 of What’s That Smell not knowing there would be a Part  2.  Part 1 was about our encounters with members of the Pepe LaPew family who were keeping house under our manse at the farm.  Subsequently I’ve written about June Bugs, stinkbait eating dogs, goat head stickers, and dragonflies copulating in mid-air.  As you can see, I have a very low standard when it comes to selecting topics for my attention, but I am always alert to the eccentricities of the natural world.  I do this, of course, on your behalf. Recently my attention was drawn to a member of the Pentatomidae family (for those of you not in the know,that’s in the...

Quadhafi, Crazy by Any Name

Finally, we’re in a war (well, it’s not much of a war) that we can claim rooting interest in from the sideline while reserving full rights of criticism.  And it’s just our luck that the war, such as it is, is being led by none other than….the French.  Aaargh!  The frogs, the bullies of Bastille, the weak kneed, lilly livered, un-American, goose liver eating, citizens of the Seine river valley that we rescued twice from the Hun. Last time around we did it on our own.  Flying from bases in UK (no, that’s not the University of Kentucky) we flew to Tripoli and let loose more than a few 500 pounders, kicking up quite a bit of dust and killing a few Libyans...

It’s Gotta Get Better Than This

Most of you know that I am of the progressive persuasion politically.  It would even be fair to use the L(iberal) word about me, but this is not about partisan politics or political ideology.  This is about chaos in our political institutions.  It is chaos that is devolving to the level of a jejune food fight, and I’m disgusted.  I’m talking about the United States Senate, of course.  I know there are substantial differences in the agendas of the respective parties, and yes, I get it that getting and staying in power is a critical objective of all political animals….but what about the business of the people, what about the needs of the country, and what...