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I just wanted to share my good friend’s blog with everyone. You have some history behind you my friend. Thanks for sharing George.

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As a young show business press agent in Chicago around 1960 I promoted an interesting “B List” of world-renowned performers visiting The Windy City. Bernstein, Belafonte and a bunch of others.

Last night’s powerful performance at Strathmore Music Center of “Porgy and Bess” brought back memories of John W. Bubbles. He was Sportin’ Life in the original Broadway production of the Gershwin classic opera.

Bubbles had appeared in Chicago on a bill with Judy Garland and the comic Alan King. I was hired late in the game, after it already was clear the show’s run would be standing-room-only.

Irv Kupcinet, the leading local gossip columnist, invited me to a private dinner at the Chez Paree nightclub, a couple days before the show opened. About ten of us sat around a table and listened to a clearly disturbed Garland swearing up a storm. That was a bit uncomfortable, but even more unsettling were the futile attempts by her husband, Sidney Luft, to calm her down. I didn’t want to get involved in that. But, I needed someone to promote, because I was being paid to do press agentry.

King was equally obnoxious. He didn’t need me and I not only didn’t need him, I didn’t want to be around him. He seemed to be mean and disdainful of everyone but himself.

Bubbles, meanwhile, came across as quiet, introspective and a genuinely warm human being. I only knew about him as a famous vaudeville performer where he partnered with a fellow who’s nickname was “Buck.” Their act was “Buck and Bubbles.” The name had intrigued me as much as another star team on the Negro Vaudeville Circuit, “Butterbeans and Susie.”

I arranged for Studs Terkel to interview Bubbles in a small WFMT radio studio. Terkel, probably the best interviewer ever, didn’t dwell on the obvious, like how Bubbles had taught Fred Astaire to tap dance.

Terkel zeroed in on Bubbles’ climb to stardom in Jim Crow America. Jim Crow was a popular 19th-century minstrel song and dance that negatively stereotyped African Americans It was performed by White men in blackface makeup. The mythical Jim Crow morphed into shorthand for a system of government-sanctioned wide-spread racial oppression and segregation, which fully captured Bubbles wildly successful career. Yet, successful as his career was, during most of it, he couldn’t walk into millions of front or side doors,or stay at most hotels, because of his skin color.

Studs delicately brought out the pain, suffering, and sorrow of Bubbles’ journey to greatness. Several poignant sounds of silence spoke volumes, as the three of us around the table and the sound engineer in a cramped “booth” behind a large glass window, gathered our thoughts and quietly reflected upon the discomfort pent up in Bubbles’ story. It was a story of simultaneously living the American dream and the American nightmare.

The temperature in the room began to heat up.

And suddenly I noticed. The four of us. Suspended in a tiny time capsule. In a soundproofed safe high above the hustle and bustle of “The Second City.” And each of us with tears in our eyes.

All of this flashed before me last night. A night with little if any silence and a totally different experience. Not at all like Studs’ studio. Not even like sitting near the orchestra pit during the early 1950’s revival of Porgy, where I was a teenaged usher in Chicago’s cavernous, classic, Civic Opera House.

As the lights dimmed, in the sleek and nearly perfectly-tuned modern Strathmore Music Hall, just 15 minutes from our apartment door, Susan and I focused on the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra’s pleasing full, fluid sound. It was a sharp contrast to what I remembered as an equally pleasing, but brassy, Broadway-born Porgy pit orchestra.

But, the voices. Oh, those voices. Behind the orchestra in the loft, were the 60-or-so members of the highly acclaimed choir from Morgan State University a historically black college. In front, performing in an imaginary Catfish Row, were the lead performers. Some professional opera singers, some students. They deservedly took their standing ovation bows. And I thought.

Oh those voices. Oh, those emotions. Oh, those memories.

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George Kroloff's photo.

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My First Road Trip

Three weeks post op today my friends.

Yesterday I had a follow-up with the CV Surgeon who performed my Cardiac Bypass. Both he and one of the P.A.s as well as a nurse checked my wounds. I look and feel like what it might be like to have survived a knife fight. I’m not sure if I won or lost. Were I the winner, I would hate to see the loser were this a knife fight.

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I got congratulated by the nurse for doing a fine job eliminating my tape residue which has stuck all over my mid section. While in the hospital numerous drains, monitor wires and lung tubes were beneath these bandages. Not to mention the slice running the entire length of my ribs. Through daily use of Alcohol, nail polish remover,  Kerosene, and numerous other potions that would remove the sticky gooey tape, I had done a yeoman’s job apparently. They were impressed.

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The surgeon stated he was happy with my progress and was giving me my walking papers, so to speak. Any further follow up would be monitored by my Cardiologist. In addition to saying thank you to the surgeon I got one giant piece of good news. You see, it was this man who had the power to let me drive once again, a privilege I lost three weeks ago. Free at last, free at last, thank God almighty, I’m free at last. Damn, I forgot to ask if I got an extended warranty with this cutting. If I get another sixteen years I’ll be quite happy.

I left that appointment feeling like a new person, one hurdle on the road to recovery completed. Next would be the Cardiology consult later this week. Early next month I will begin Cardiovascular & Pulmonary Rehabilitation and Prevention. That’s a physical fitness and education program run by the hospital for those who have one type of cardiac event or other. It would not be a new experience for me.

This will be my fourth trip through the program. I had Bypass surgery sixteen years ago, a Stent and pace maker implanted which all got me back into this wonderful program. Once again it is time for the pain and suffering to begin. I’m looking forward to getting started. After that program it will be going back to the MAC Center and my old workout routines. I was doing Stretch/ROM & Flexibility, and chair yoga. I’m sure it will be like starting anew.

So, this morning I would take my first trip alone behind the wheel of my Ford Escape. A 2000 model with 239,000 miles I might add. Yes, I like to get my monies worth. My trusty Pick up truck, a 1992 Chevrolet Silverado 1500 with 143,000 miles is still running and very serviceable for our needs. Vehicle number three at my disposal is a 2012 Subaru Forester with 84,000 miles. A great car in the mountains with the paddle shift feature, I might add. No mountains today on the Eastern Shore, thus the Escape.

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Our dog, Maggie, a standard Poodle would need a ride to the groomers for a Spa session today and I would drive her. Here I am 73 years old and feeling like a kid getting behind the wheel once again. My wife would first take Maggie on her mile and a half walk to the local yacht club for her morning exercise and business elimination run.

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It’s 0730, I pick up Maggie from the little woman and we are off on our thirty minute drive to the spa, well, almost. You see we here on Maryland’s Eastern Shore were greeted with a bit of snow this morning and the temperature was 33 F. Really Mr. Meteorologist, I’m scraping snow off the windshield and warming the car prior to departing. Average high for April 5, 60F. Global warming???

I remembered all the basics of driving, seat belt on, in park, foot on brake, turn key, engine starts. Maggie in the rear sitting expectantly for her first ride with her old traveling companion, Most everywhere I go she goes, we’re a pair.

The first few miles through rural country is uneventful. I approach a major north south route on which I must enter to connect to the Bypass, (sounds familiar). Once I’ve crossed to the center medium I start looking to the right to enter the high speed lane of a two lane highway. As I’m twisting in the seat to observe safe passage, the seatbelt restrains me and irritates my chest. Oh yes, they had to spread those 24 ribs once again didn’t they?

Each intersection further into the trip would bring about the same discomfort. My right Scapula, that’s the bone that connects the Humorous (Not),  with the Clavicle has hurt like hell at times since the surgery. My neck a victim of two extensive surgeries was beginning to cause issues also. Just sitting in the drivers upright position was causing discomfort. Perhaps asking for this privilege was a bit premature. Tough it out Rooster, don’t be a wimp.

I would drop off Maggie with her stylist and make the return trip home in considerable more pain than when I left. I was also quite tuckered out. It was time for a couple of Tylenol, no drugs have entered this system since my discharge. I never took anything for pain this morning, a mistake.

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What I have learned from this bit of freedom is that I’m not ready to drive to Connecticut just yet. All things slow and in due time. Now I await the call to pick up Maggie.

“Honey, would you mind picking up Maggie?” I’ll stay home and let Simon in, (Cat).

Have a great day all and thanks for stopping by.

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A New Warranty

I’ve had a few readers questioning where I’ve been of late. The month of March, 2016 will go down as one that has brought about great change. That change is the way my heart functions.

I’m not one to go on Face Book or Twitter and moan and groan about this, that and other physical ailments. We have all seen this every time we visit Jerry’s home page, he has a new malady:illness, sickness, disease, infection, ailment, disorder, complaint, indisposition, affliction, infirmity, syndrome; informal bug or virus.  Jerry by the way is a fictional character.

Back in February I visited the Doctor for Bronchitis, subsequent follow-up provided me with a Hospital bed, Cardiac Cath and lots of tests during a four day visit. It was confirmed that I had Bronchitis and the Cardiac Cath proved that my CABG of 2000 had exceeded it’s original warranty. My passageways for blood flow were totally blocked and I was existing on collateral circulation only. I was to be scheduled to see a CV Surgeon once over the Bronchitis. That time would be extended to another week after coming down with an Intestinal Virus.

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In early March i would have my Surgical consult and get a scheduled date for a CABG redo.
Since the warranty had expired and my original Surgery, and my Surgeon having moved out of town, a new Maestro would direct the Surgical Orchestra this time. Mid month found me checking into the Surgical Suite surrounded by my wife and children. The surgery went well and I was given two new by-passes. A collapsed Lung kept me in the ICU an extra day and after a total of six days it was back to home and my Cat Simon and dog Maggie.

My good Irish friend O’Leary put in a request for my Kilkenny Sports Club hoodie should I not make it through the surgery. Yes, the same good friend we went to Ireland with in December. He and his lovely wife have been frequent visitors since arriving home. With each visit I see him glance towards the jacket pegs, most likely thinking, what could have been.

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For all the prayers, cards and words of encouragement I’ve received, thank you all. For those that did not know, well I’m not Jerry. I’m on the road to recovery. It will take a bit of time to heal. I’m blessed with a wife, daughter and two sisters that are nurses. I’m reserving judgement as to if that’s a good thing or not. Perhaps it will provide more fodder for the next edition of the Rooster.

Once again thank you to all my well wishers, the Rooster continues to crow. Thanks for visiting.

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A Dying Breed

On July 24, 1944, U.S. Marines stormed two narrow beaches on Tinian, a South Pacific island in the Northern Mariana Island chain. Their mission was to clear out a Japanese garrison of 9,000 troops and secure the island so it could be used for strategic air combat for the 20th Air Force.

While the Marines met little resistance upon the initial beach landing, the Japanese were dug in with over 100 gun emplacements and resisted for nine days before the island was secured. Subsequently, Tinian became one of the most active airports in the world, given the number of B-29 Superfortress bombers that departed the island for bombing raids on Japan’s homeland. Most notably, the “Enola Gay” carried the first atomic bomb that was dropped on Hiroshima.

One of those Marines that waded in after off-loading from a Higgins boat, which were designed and built in New Orleans, was Clyde Hymel, soon to turn 90.

Recently, Hymel told me his story.

A lifelong resident of Garyville, Hymel joined with approximately 41,000 other Marines. He carried a 16-pound Browning automatic rifle as his primary weapon.

He lost several of his fellow Marines during the siege, even though fighting on Tinian took fewer American lives than several other islands that were invaded.

But things did not get easier for Hymel.

Soon after Tinian was secured, his unit was shipped to Guam. He and his fellow Marines were initially assigned to jungle patrol to root out the Japanese from their hiding.

Hymel said the jungle was so thick it was hard to maneuver and find the enemy as they were masters of hiding in caves, tunnels and the cover of the jungle itself. Automatic rifles and hand grenades were the primary weapons for getting the Japanese soldier out of hiding. The general rule was to take no prisoners.

After completing jungle patrol duty, Hymel said he was assigned to the 9th Anti-Aircraft Battalion on Guam for the remainder of the war. This group was so successful at their mission that the Silver Star, which is awarded for gallantry in action against enemies of the United States, was awarded to each member of his battalion.

The war ended in 1945, but Hymel remained on the island for a year before mustering out of the military and returning to Garyville.

After the war

Shortly after getting back home, Hymel married and raised eight children. He made a career at Godchaux’s Sugar Co. for several years, but spent the last years of his work life with Kaiser Corp.

In his spare time, he continued his boyhood love of hunting, fishing and trapping.

Hymel seemed to view life as one big adventure from his war experience to exciting times in the swamp. He told of how once a 10-foot alligator he had on a line charged him with mouth agape. His boots had gotten stuck in the mud, causing him to fall backward into a sitting position. His only defense, he said, was to stick his semi-automatic rifle in the gator’s mouth and pull the trigger several times. That alligator was then his. Just another day in the swamp.

Although his age may have slowed him down somewhat, it hasn’t diminished his quest for adventure.

Just a few years ago, he went skydiving with four of his grandchildren and one of his sons. He recently visited the National WWII Memorial in Washington, D.C., and traveled back to Pearl Harbor, where he and his battalion waited several weeks in 1944 for a convoy to ship them to Tinian.

It was truly a privilege and honor to meet and visit with Clyde Hymel. A true American, he is a member of the “greatest generation,” having endured the Great Depression, active combat duty of WWII and overcoming many adversities to survive and raise a family.

Thank you, Clyde! Many Americans recognize your contributions and owe you and other servicemen, a great debt of gratitude.

We will not forget.

— Fisher lives in Zachary

Surviving, will you be one who does?

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I’m quite sure if your reading this, you more than likely do not live on the street. Although I have seen the homeless in the Library on a computer, I guess you could be one of them. Have you ever asked yourself if you could become one of those people? There is an old saying, “Never say Never.” Just in Maryland alone there are almost 8,000 persons homeless. Maryland’s most recent overview of the Homeless in the state.

However, we live in a different world today from what I grew up in during the 50s and 60s. Especially after 9/11, things changed dramatically for all of us. How much more things will change for us, we do not know. Every day seems to become a new awakening. First there was Paris and now San Bernardino.

Almost every town in America and I suspect around the world, have their homeless. In our geographical area we have three very active and full shelters. One shelter is behind our main grocery store which is part of a strip mall. There is not a day I don’t see a homeless man or women when sent to the store with my Honey Do list.

I’ve been a follower if ITS Tactical for a few years now. My son is good friends with the site owner and contributes his expertise to the site from time to time. He also participates in and teaches at the ITS Tactical yearly Muster down in Texas. I get some great stories passed on after those ventures.

Just prior to Thanksgiving, the below article was posted on the ITS Tactical site. It’s worth a read. or better yet, make a copy, start a Surviving file and put this in it. It doesn’t matter if you’re a Red Sate or Blue State follower. Surviving is good for all of us.

For 14 cents a day, become a member of the ITS community. Follow, read, learn, it may just help you live one day.

As I started to write these words, thousands in the state of Oklahoma were without power. It can happen to all of us, Be Prepared.

Life on the Streets: 10 Lessons I Learned From the Homeless

by November 23, 2015
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I’ve discovered that the people who happen to be homeless have some knowledge and experience that’s useful to learning to survive the “mean streets.” After many conversations with those living on the streets and quite a bit of observation time, I’ve come up with a list of lessons that are useful when evading danger and surviving in a Darwinian world. Here are 10 of my favorites.

Resources

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Cities have abundant offerings if you know where to find them. There are places to get a free meal and opportunities to acquire resources for manufacturing gear and tools. Finding a soup kitchen or service that provides meals to the homeless is an educational experience. In America, anyone on the street who is asking for money for food is not necessarily in need of the money for food. “Ted,” a resident of the streets who became one resource for information, told me that there are free meals available at several private and government-run soup kitchens in his area. One place in Santa Monica gives out bag lunches to anyone who comes by. Another shelter has indoor sit-down meals.

In a crunch, these can be useful for getting caloric needs met under normal conditions. If surviving on the streets, constructing a tool kit and gathering resources to make gear should be a high and ongoing priority. Being able to manufacture needed gear will require raw materials. “Dave,” another homeless mentor showed me an awesome shelter location in a field of tall grass. He had made a rocket stove out of discarded tin cans. His shelter was made from heavy waxed cardboard. He made a hammock from a piece of a tarp; it was ingenious and creative. It was very well hidden, rainproof and had a great stove and a decent bed. Alleys and dumpsters are sources for things of value to someone on the street. Most people would be surprised at how resource rich the city is for the “MacGyver-minded.”

Lock Picks

One of the most essential skills/tools for urban survival is a good lock pick set and the skills to use it. This gives you access to many places that may not otherwise be available. Students of mine once found refuge in an abandoned factory. The door was locked with a chain and padlock, which was picked and then reversed with the lock on the inside for security sake. Dumpsters in the city are often locked, making dumpster diving a challenge.

Being able to open the locks and access the contents of a dumpster is very helpful. “Ted” said he used lock picks routinely, but did not carry the picks with him because he was afraid of how that would look if he were to be stopped by police. He had them cached near his shelter, so he could used them to open a lock on a fence that allowed him access to his hidden shelter.

Police Interaction

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Police spend a great deal of time dealing with homeless people who may be addicted to drugs and alcohol, or are mentally ill. Most of those interactions are not positive from the police officer’s perspective. Therefore, you can count on them eyeing anyone who does not appear to have a place to live with suspicion. Dave’s recommendation is to avoid placing yourself in a situation where interaction is possible.

Students have been roused from sleep locations that were known to the police on more than one occasion. Not enough care was taken in hide selection. Once you are in this situation, you are at the mercy of their discretion in deciding what actions to take. Avoidance is the best policy. Not doing things that raise suspicion is the best strategy. Make a habit of mentally noting observers, cameras and good observation points without drawing attention to yourself and the movements of your head.

Food is Tricky

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Any homeless person going hungry is not taking advantage of the available resources. “Michael” gave one student a tour around Santa Monica, CA. He took him past a convenience store that places food in the dumpster that’s past the freshness standards for the store, but not food that is dangerously old. Michael showed him a dumpster behind a grocery store where less-than-fresh produce was discarded. Again, not spoiled, but not up to the store standard. He also found cans of food where the “Best if used by” date had passed. None of the cans were spoiled, they just could no longer be sold.

My teenage son once said that every time you open the fridge to look for something to eat, your standards for acceptable food drops. The same thing is true with missing meals. I would caution against lowering your standards unnecessarily. Under normal circumstances in America and other developed nations, there is abundant food available without having to resort to eating scraps from the garbage can. One student, who was a vegan, ate vegan food by raiding the dumpster behind a health food store. The dumpster was locked, but he gained access and found many healthy opportunities to eat.

Hygiene is Essential

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One of the things observed in interaction with homeless people is that taking care of one’s body is often a low priority. Poor hygiene leads to complications later, like fungal infections, rashes and sores. I witnessed paramedics removing the socks of a homeless man and the top layer of his skin came off both feet. Another individual told me he refuses to go to shelters for fear of acquiring a drug resistant strain of Tuberculosis. Good hygiene is critical to good health and “crotch rot” is definitely something you want to avoid in any environment.

“Bob” was on the street simply because he had lost a job, gotten evicted and had nowhere else to go. A shelter wasn’t an option because he had a dog. Bob slept on the street every night, but other than that, you wouldn’t know he was homeless. He had a part-time job and that allowed him to take better care of himself. He got up, groomed himself, went to work, came back to the street, where he foraged for food and then eventually went to sleep in a very original hide location. He washed in restrooms using a wash cloth to take a sponge bath. He used deodorant, brushed his teeth and generally took care of his hygiene. He washed his clothes in a sink and line dried them. It was very hard to peg him as homeless.

Water

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Finding sources for water is straightforward. Finding water that is safe to drink may be a bit harder. I watched a homeless person lower his face into a fountain on the 3rd Street Promenade in Santa Monica and drink deeply. His system might handle that, but most of us wouldn’t fare well. Bob showed me a water faucet Sillcock Key he carried that allowed him to turn on faucets with the handles removed. This very small and inexpensive piece of gear became a part of my everyday carry.

Discarded water bottles make good canteens. After I drink a 32oz Gatorade, I save the bottle. Otherwise, I would have to sterilize any bottle I found.

Safety in Numbers

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I require students of some classes to sleep in a group of three and have a watch during the night. In LA, it’s sufficiently dangerous to sleep on the street at night that many choose to wander the city at night and sleep during the day. There is a large amount of predation among the homeless population. Individuals outside the norms of society are often seen as easier targets and more isolated from assistance. We encountered a group of five guys who had formed a team. Every night, they met up and went together to an improvised shelter area. They did not keep watch, as they found it less necessary with the size of their group.

In the book Defiance, author Nachama Tec describes a Jewish refugee camp hidden in the forests of the Ukraine during WWII. To avoid being sent to German death or slave camps, three Bielsky brothers hid 1,200 Jews. They discovered in the process that their larger camp fared better than the other smaller ones, which tended to be overrun and struggled to provide necessities. The Bielsky camps benefited from economy of scale that succeeded in making survival and protection easier in their time and place. Anywhere in the world, the appearance of vulnerability invites aggression. Consider forming a small team to increase the odds of personal safety.

Cache Locations

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Unless you want to be one of the homeless guys who pushes a shopping cart loaded with treasures, you’ll need to become an expert at caching your belongings. One team in a class spent the day gathering resources for their night in the city. They had cardboard, cans and food. They placed their supplies in a cache while they continued to gather. When they returned, all of their stuff, including the shopping cart was gone. They saw the cart later, with their collection, being pushed by another homeless guy. Their cache location was so obvious that every homeless person knew where to look.

“If it seems like a good cache location, someone else probably knows about it,” Ted explained. Ted showed the class members a perfect cache location, but it required them to pick a lock. He showed them several other locations, but explained that he had seen other people’s stuff in every one of them. Losing your gear because you were too lazy to secure it is a royal pain. Take the time.

Shelter

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One of the most important concepts is creating a secure shelter. I have seen some truly outstanding shelters. One class found a park with some great trees, lush with foliage for concealment and high branches. They made hammocks out of tarps and slung them 30 feet up in a tree. Of course, we had safety lines attached to the students so they couldn’t fall out of the trees, but these trees were a perfect clandestine location. The tarps were brown and blended in well and people infrequently look up.

One student found a great shelter on top of a utility shed next to a high-rise. He was protected from view by trees and a parapet around the shed. Once in place, he was literally invisible. He had to climb a nearby tree to drop onto the rooftop, so no one else bothered him. It was the exception to the team of three rule because the location was so secure. Finding a secluded place to rest is not only essential to your security, it’s important for your health.

Panhandling Sucks

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One of the hardest things most homeless people report to us is the difficulty and futility of panhandling. It’s the only means of support for many of them, so they do it, but they don’t like it. To complete the experience and overcome a wide range of challenges and inhibitions, advanced class students are required to ask for money. One student described how this brought about a fundamental paradigm shift for him. Up until then, all of the activities in class seemed more or less just practical exercises.

However, getting to the point where he had to ask others for money was transformational for him. He learned empathy and understanding of the level of humiliation required to stand like a homeless person and ask strangers for money. That, he said, made everything very real. He struggled with the exercise, but he understood why it was important. It helps students appreciate that taking action and building survival skills is better than panhandling. The bottom line is, if you’re at the point where you have to panhandle, you’ve failed as a survivalist. You should be able to make it without money or do something in exchange for money (i.e. work.) Panhandling and being dependent on the charity of others is its own stress.

The homeless who live on the street are survivors. They have acquired skills and strategies to stay alive in hostile environments. They can be a very valuable resource and we can learn from their successes and their failures. You’ll probably learn that you do not want to put yourself in a position to have to beg. Keep the initiative. Keep moving.

Editor-in-Chief’s Note: Kevin Reeve is the founder of onPoint Tactical, training professionals and select civilians in urban escape & evasion, urban survival, wilderness survival, tracking and scout skills. I’ve personally taken onPoint Tactical’s Urban Escape & Evasion class and highly recommend it as a resource!

(Thanks to ITS Tactical for permission to reprint)

Who Is Knocking On Your Door?

Twenty five years ago my wife and I opened our home, Allendale Cottage, as a bed and breakfast. For ten years we had people of all races, denominations and ethnic background you can think of, sharing our home with us. There were some we enjoyed more than others, some who are friends still today. We can honestly say that during those ten years we never said “we don’t want them to ever return.” I would like to think that the hospitality we extended was a testament of our respect and dignity extended to all who entered our home then, as well as today.

 

Practicing the virtues of hospitality date way back, especially in the Benedictine community. My wife’s Aunt Peggy was Sister Agnes, a Benedictine Sister from Atchison, KS. The Mount is how she always referred to her home in Kansas. Atchison, KS is also home to Benedictine College.

 

“One of the highest values of Benedictine life is hospitality. Our patron saint, Benedict of Nursia, who lived in Italy 1500 years ago, wrote a Rule of Life for monks and nuns, and today we read two of his chapters about hospitality. One of my favorite lines of the Rule was the first we heard – “Let all guests who arrive be received like Christ.” Receive every person who comes through your door as though they were bringing Jesus to you. Receive every person you meet as though you were encountering the face of Christ.” From the sermon of : The Rev. Heidi Haverkamp, July 21st, 2013, The Feast of St. Benedict

 

 As I’ve written previously, my Sunday reading is The Bridgemaker. We have wondered and spoken about our guests many times over the years. We continue to open our door to many throughout the year trying to provide hospitality as we have for many years past.

Has Jesus entered our door in he past? There are several guests who we thought could have been. The Guest House was so meaningful to us and I just had to share Alex Blackwell’s work with you. Peace, from my house to yours.

The Guest House

By on Apr 10, 2014

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This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. – Rumi

In the poem, The Guest House, Rumi uses the metaphor of a house guest to create an image that each day we have the opportunity to welcome something new into our lives, even if it is unexpected.

And just like the house guests who can cause us to feel uncomfortable with their visit, unwelcome feelings that stop by our house, our life, can be just as exasperating.

We wait impatiently for these house guests to leave so we can put our house back just like it was before they arrived. However, underneath the irritation can live incredible value when we take the time to receive these guests with humility and courage.

Rumi’s poem is a good reminder to embrace change, face our fears and use our bodies as a guest house to welcome whatever, and whoever, drops-in on us from time-to-time:

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This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

Jelaluddin Rumi

This Week’s Housekeeping

Fear keeps us trapped. We shut doors and windows and refuse to let anything, or anyone, new inside. We hide in the familiar. We keep growth and personal change outside because our fear tells us that opening the door and inviting a new guest into our home is just too dangerous.

Fear doesn’t serve us when it keeps us from seeing the potential in the extraordinary. And it is in the extraordinary where our lives can explode, if we are open and grateful to whatever is standing in the doorstep and waiting to receive the invitation to come inside.

Sometimes what we fear most is not that our lives will turn out poorly, but we will actually find peace and happiness. So, we do nothing. We don’t allow happiness to walk inside because what we would have to complain about next? Somewhere behind our walls we have learned there is a false comfort with the predictable.

However, we are responsible for the content of our lives and the decisions we make. We are responsible for taking care of our guest the best way we know how.

Over the next several days, welcome the uncomfortable inside. Visit with it and learn from it. Listen to what it has to say and then take this information to do an inspection of the life you are creating.

Look for the strength in your house and the weaknesses too. Take the chance to answer the doorbell and allow every experience inside. Treat each experience humbly.

Wait on your guest, serve your guest and don’t rush your guest to leave. When the visit is over you may find your house is in better shape than it was before your guest came to visit.

After all, Life, our guest, won’t be staying long.

The BridgeMaker Founder Alex Blackwell is the author of Letting Go: 25 True Stories of Peace, Hope and Surrender. Join the community to connect, share and inspire: Twitter | Facebook | More Posts

How Is Your Well-Being?

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I would not describe myself as an overly religious man. I do not go to a meeting place regularly. I would label myself as an Occasionalist. Is there such a word?  I do believe there is a more powerful being out there in one, two or three forms, perhaps a Trinity of sorts, who knows, not me and that’s for sure.

However, every Sunday of late I’ve been reading the Bridgemaker. It never hurts to get a little different perspective. With the recent events in France and our world as we have known it, “Gone to hell in a hand basket,” so to speak, I thought I’d share today’s Inspiration.

I’m sure the events of the most recent horrors in France led me to post the Bridgemaker’s Inspiration #17. There’s so much going on in this world of ours for us to try to understand. At one point in the Democratic debate last night, Senator Sanders said the blame could be put on “Global Warming.” Really Bernie? Where is Al Gore to explain that one?

You Can’t Understand ISIS If You Don’t Know the History of Wahhabism in Saudi Arabia

Today in “THEWORLDPOST,” a partnership of the Huffington Post and the Berggruen Institute was written to educate the reader on the history of Wahhabism. An old friend, Captain James Dick, USN posted the site on his Facebook page. The piece is a long read and should you wish to obtain some talking points with others in the know, it’s a good read. check it out at:  http://www.huffingtonpost.com/alastair-crooke/isis-wahhabism-saudi-arabia_b_5717157.html

Everyone, Democrat, Republican, Independent seems to tip toe around the various local, state, national, and world issues in search of Political Correctness to explain away our troubles as they occur. The Right hates the Left, the Blue hates the Red. Whatever happened to the melting pot of togetherness? Did it ever really exist?

Black, White, Brown, Yellow and Red, all the people in the middle just want to get ahead. Protestant, Catholic, Islam or agnostic, we all want a good Quality of Life, a general feeling of well-being. Our emotional well-being is being taken to task with the recent goings on in France. I’m sure this feeling is being tested throughout the world where these events are reported on.

Bill Cosby, I know, a lot of negativity there, just bear with me for a minute. Back in 1971 Bill did a skit on prejudice.

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In a previous occupation, working in community relations we used this video in training. The video is 22 minutes long, if you’re bored sometime, give it a go. If you take the time to view the video, give it some thought.

There is a Life Satisfaction Test available on the internet at:  http://testyourself.psychtests.com/testid/3295
Give the test a try and see where you are in the big picture of your Subjective well-being.

So here it is Sunday, I’m searching for some inner well-being of one sort or another after the tragic loss of life in Paris. I’ve read the Bridgemaker, taken a walk with my dog Maggie, and now I’m going to watch my Eagles play some football.

God Bless America, God Bless you all, in whatever form that God takes for you and yours.

Where in the World?

For those of you who forgot, Jeff (my son in-law) is on the road a lot, he works for the State Dept. I’m guessing he’s been watching his back, he’s in Belgium, Brussels to be exact as I’m posting this. Lots going on over there the past two days. Be safe young fellow. Remember, “Duck” is not a web-footed bird, Hit the deck Pilgrim. Prior to Brussels he spent a week in Switzerland.

 

 

 

 

The Oklahoma Crew and Others

Zed got to go on a mission to Italy recently and had a stop over in England also. Sammy, 8 months into her pregnancy,  (it’s a Boy) held down the fort in OKC. Granny Kathryn (G to the kids) went out for some touchy feely time. Gotta love that Southwest Airline direct flight between OKC & BWI.

The girls are growing, Mia is a trip when Face Time sessions take place and Anna is an entity unto herself. You go ahead and guess what that means. Oh, and Aunt Abby down in Starkville, MS, majoring in Bell Ringing for SEC football games, she’s fine. She will pass on a Turkey Day meal at home to stay in Starkville for the Egg Bowl.  IMG_1245We will also be missing Rachael this year. She will head west to California with Uncle Mike and Aunt Debbie to visit cousin Mack. Sam, Zed and the girls will hang in OKC and await the birthing of #3.

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The Human Gum Ball machine.

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Anna & Mia, Trick or Treat.

Relating to the 10 Rules of the Writing Road

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With no category for those 10 rules in my notes, I’ll just call them the above.

One of us, that would be another Blogging 101 student, Tlizzy, commented on a community blog where we could get to know each other better. So I thought I’d grab that list of 10 things I have no clue where it came from and expand on each topic a bit and how it expresses me. Thanks for today’s inspiration young lady.

So many of us in the great abyss of the blogging sphere are mystery people with vagueness as an identity. I’m one who’s pretty much out there in the open with my identity here as well as FB and Twitter.

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Read often; I’ve definitely fallen off in that aspect for the past three weeks. I have been in and out of Francine Prose a little ,“Reading like a Writer.” It’s called ‘A love letter to the pleasures of reading” by USA TODAY. I finished 10:04 by Ben Lerner, an interesting read. I finished it just a bit prior to this 101 thingy. Starting Friday night, James Patterson & Maxine Paetro’s  “Unlucky 13.”  Geez I do hope I pass this class.

Write daily;  On year two of this enlightenment.

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Seek feedback (preferably from more experienced writers); I asked for that in the recent assignment requesting us to do so. It is something I shall continue to do as I blog. With the Pope here, it’s good to be humble and ‘God Bless America.”

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 Abandon ego;  From Mr Webster – the defeat was a bruise to his ego: self-esteem, self-importance, self-worth, self-respect, self-image, self-confidence. I don’t feel we need to abandon all. Let us be honest within our selves and what we pass along to others. If a tree falls in the woods and no one is around to hear it is there a sound? Much like our written word in this medium, Let us not get too full of ourselves or the word will not be heard. Lets just throw narcissism out.

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 Proofread everything; Something I continually try to do.

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 Observe the world;  Follow the Blogs, read, travel and experience. Something I’ll do soon, heading back to VT, NH, MA and CT and view the fall colors and smell that dry leaf scent. If you’ve lived amongst it, you know what I mean.

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Take notes constantly;  Continually trying to expand the organizational content I put to paper.

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Emulate your favorite writers;  I’m just trying to be me and have my readers feel or see what I’m writing. Once many years ago in a Law class, ‘Laws of Arrest & Search and Seizure” by Arnold Markle, (now deceased,) I learned the following. Make the Jury see your testimony through Rose Colored Glasses.

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The Free Dictionary states that seeing through rose-colored glasses is being cheerful to an excessive degree, being very optimistic about the world. Seeing through rose-colored glasses is blocking out negative things and seeing only positive.

That is what I try to do. There are many authors out there who’s work I love to read . I don’t try to be them, I try to learn from them and most importantly, enjoy them.

 Revise, revise, revise; Something I’m  getting better at. Thank the good Lord for “Spell Check.”

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 Embrace structure;  When I first started Blogging 101, I was all over the place, I was Attention Deficit Disorder. I think it was a road map issue with too many buttons, badges and bows. This referral, that referral just where does the old man go? It has improved immensely. It’s definitely something I have to continue working on.

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So what do I see I’ve done with this post? I just threw E.B. White’s (SIMPLICITY) under the bus.

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My gift to you today comes from SunSweet in the form of a recipe.

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4 strips bacon
1 large shallot, thinly sliced
1 lb fresh green beans, ends trimmed
1/2 tsp each: salt and dried marjoram
1/3 cup dry sherry
1/2 cup Sunsweet Amaz!n Diced Prunes
Freshly ground pepper to taste

Instructions

Cook bacon in a large skillet until crisp; remove and drain on paper towels. Drain all but 1 Tbsp of bacon grease. Add shallots and cook for 5 minutes over medium heat to soften. Add green beans and seasonings; cook and stir for 5 minutes more or until green beans are crisp-tender. Add Amaz!ns, sherry, and cook until excess liquid has cooked off. Season to taste with pepper and crumble bacon over top.

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Blogging 101, Day 9 – Writing Venues

Blogging 101, Day 9 Assignment

Today’s assignment: write a post that builds on one of the comments you left yesterday. Don’t forget to link to the other blog! That would be http:\\bigerik.net and https://invisibleworldd.wordpress.com/

Today I’m on my oldest daughters porch in the village I’ve previously mentioned. Here’s a site or two you can go to and gain a bit of knowledge on this tiny little hamlet. http://maryland.hometownlocator.com/md/wicomico/allen.cfm  http://allenhistoricalsociety.org/

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This is my home office, situated in a building we call the Annex. At one time it was a garage, It is heated and air conditioned. The old overhead door was replaced with French Doors. It has a full bath, 4×8 work shop and Directv for those Football Nights. Yes I have the NFL package. We also have a sofa bed, fridge, freezer and micro wave. When company comes we are in the Annex and the guests do the house. The only IT I have is using my iPhone 6 as a personal hot spot. Slow! So I compose here and transmit at other venues.

To be politically correct I live in an area that was once designated as Trinity. It had a church and small school at one time. It’s on some older maps should you wish to search for it. As far as a mailing address, it’s 21822 which encompasses rural areas in 3 counties. No rel town per say, just a Postal mail route.

The Meanderings of http://bigerik.net/home/ just kind of grabbed me yesterday. Day 9 of Blogging 101 is how this post developed from Big Erik. He kind of has that multi tasking writing quality I feel I’ve brought to the table also. When I went to his Music sub-catagory and read his Bass piece, I felt an instant bond, but not for myself, for my grandson. My grandson David is a Bass player and an inspiring undergrad at a school in Vermont. He categorizes himself as Sound Designer/ Motion Animator/ UX Designer/ Hungry College Student. Never mentioned the Bass though. Guess the fishing is not very good up there.

I’ve forwarded your site to him Erik. You can catch him on Twitter at https://twitter.com/BassNinjaStudio

Somewhere on either Big Erik’s or Megan”s site the place where we write was mentioned. As for me and my writing, It’s all over the place, geographically speaking.. This is in light of the fact that high speed internet does not exist in rural Wicomico County, Maryland. I can construct using my Mac Pages off line, but when it comes to up and down loading it’s travel time. That Verizon MiFi just doesn’t do the trick.

My usual venues for putting the final Blog up consist of the following. Daughter #1 where I am now. Did I also mention their dog, a Yellow Lab who goes by the name of Lady Liberty is a ward of mine when she and her husband are out of town, And that my friends is quite frequently. The husband is “Where in the World” and right now that would be Nigeria where he would be.

Earlier I posted a picture of my writing haunt over the Wicomico River at daughter # 2’s condo. During good weather, this is with out a doubt my favorite location. Water seems to have such a great relationship with writing. There is no white noise but on occasion the throaty chugging of a tug pushing a barge brings pause to this writer’s pen. When the Bass fisherman are plying their lures in and out of the piers and bulkheads, I find myself glancing up often to hopefully see them hook the big one. Do you remember Henry Fonda in the movie “On Golden Pond?” “Walter” was the name of the big one he was seeking out. It’s hard to believe that film came out 34 years ago. It would be Henry Fonda’s last picture.

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There is one occasional negative factor at the condo and her name is Roux. She’s a skinny little de-clawed grey tiger cat who just harasses the hell out of me. She will lure you in to pet her, smack you repeatedly and then attempt to bite you. Often when I’m on the balcony she will intertwine herself around and about my legs and then attempt to bite a chunk out of my calf. After several years of frequenting this abode I only recently learned that at one of her favorite attack sites, her treats are hidden in a close by drawer. Now ‘ you think my daughter and grandchildren would have clued me into this important information long before now? The fact that a Roux is a mixture of fat and flour used to thicken broths and soups just doesn’t strike me as something to name a pet. Perhaps they’re wishing the skinny little varmint will gain some weight.If you’re into cooking and don’t know how to make Roux, check this out http://culinaryarts.about.com/od/culinaryfundamentals/ss/roux.htm

I’ve also used Barnes and Noble, Panara, Rise Up and Starbucks quite a few times to get my blog out. If your in the Salisbury, Maryland area and have a hankering for a cup of Joe, give “Rise Up” a try. If it doesn’t suit you, head over to Starbucks for a Pikes Roast.

So, when I’m any where other that home I can be Speedy Gonzalis, when I’m home the motto is “How slow can you go?” No streaming at this house. There is a small family cemetery across the street and I often wonder, did they die waiting for an internet connection. I’m guessing not, some sites date back to the 1800’s.

I can write a whole lot more on this getting the Blog out there stuff but for the sake of Brevity, I’ll end here.  E.B. White wrote a lot about ” Brevity” Her’s another site I follow on that subject. http://www.brainpickings.org/2012/02/10/e-b-white-letters/Thanks Big Erik for a great site as well as the referral site http://helpingyousparkle.com/

And Megan, thanks to you also for a lot motivational content in your Blog.

Oh, and as for daughters #1 and #2, that’s just birth order, they’re both A+ in my eyes. Love you ladies.

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Blogging 101, Day Two: Take Control of Your Title and Tagline Inbox

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Good morning everyone from the Eastern Shore. Once again I’m at my daughters working on day two  of Blogging 101. I’m out on her balcony which overlooks the Port of Salisbury, MD. If you have to write, this is a nice place to do it.

I’m hoping these photos shows up in my blog this time. the two images I inserted at the end of yesterday’s blog missed the boat somehow.

Yesterday I was having an issue understanding tags, I’m feeling I kind of got it now.

My Blog, “As the Rooster Crows,” got it’s name due to the fact We’ve had a backyard flock of chickens for over 15 years. Since 2008 I’ve blogged on Blogspot at http:\\thefidd.blogspot.com. Please feel free to travel there and see a little of this that and other things. That blog is titled “As the Rooster Crows in Eden” Eden is actually a Zip Code, 21822 and actually encompasses 3 counties on the Eastern Shore of Maryland and the Delmarva Peninsula. Those  counties are Wicomico, Somerset and Worcester. If you like history and like to read pick up “Chesapeake” by James Michner.

My name and IRL information. Way back in the day, late 1950’s my nickname was Fidel. For those that don’t know Fidel Castro was up in the mountains of Cuba starting a revolution against Juan Batista the leader of Cuba. Some folks started calling me elfidd and I have just kind of hung onto it. thus we have, http:\\elfidd.com and it will lead you here to this site. Just look at this history lesson your getting out there in blogging land. Thanks WordPress for the new motivation.

So I, Lee Fiddler, am “The Rooster,” elfidd.com, and your host on this blog. Our Rooster at home is “Casper,” like the friendly ghost.

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Casper, ever so noble and gentle and loves his five red hens. You will know when first light appears each day as this rooster crows in my backyard.

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