Archive for September, 2006

I know what I want for Christmas…

The more stuff changes, the more it stays the same, like, for instance, I still like cars that transform into robots…especially 1/24 scale, diecast, model cars that turn into ultra-cool robots- like this one…GT-40 to robot and back again…I’m such a kid.

Springer Mtn. Bound

I’ve been quite busy lately, working, teaching, and generally living life- so my posts have been scarce and slim to say the least- sort of like my brother, Natural, who phoned my mother yesterday from the town of Salisbury, in Litchfield County, Connecticut.

According to the Appalachian Trail Conference; my brother is now 688 miles from his journey’s origin on Mt. Katahdin in Maine and still 1480 miles from his destination of Springer Mountain, in Georgia. His positive attitude prevails as he continues to make his way southward.

I was born in the wrong time…

Listening to NPR this morning, I found it ironic that on this day in 1960, John F. Kennedy, working towards a presidential election, said in a speech, “I do not speak for my church on public matters–and the church does not speak for me.”

He was answering those critics who were alleging that the election of a Catholic President would mean forced submission to the Pope and the Vatican of all American citizens.

He disputed those allegations, excellently, I might add, in a speech now known as his “Address to the Greater Houston Ministerial Association”.

Reading the progressive and idealistic thoughts of this man really made me lament how much we have devolved in political and religious views since. It seems that forty-six years later we still have the same issues, the same plights and problems, and the same ignorant hang-ups.

Then again, I probably only feel this way, because I wasn’t allowed to pray in school!

Massachusetts, Natural-ly Speaking.

My brother phoned me from the home of a gentleman in Dalton, Massachusetts, yesterday evening. Seems this man invites weary hikers to come in, shower, do laundry, call loved ones, have a home cooked meal and drink an ice-cold beer. Natural was in good spirits and told me of his experiences in the Presidential Range of the White Mtns. Namely, camping overnight under a rock outcropping on Mt. Madison.

As for Dalton, Wikipedia told me:

It is the home of the Crane Paper Company, the one and only supplier for the rag-based paper used in the Federal Reserve note.