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Thursday, February 22, 2024

Irresponsible Lingering Public Delusion, NYC's ABC Channel 7's Bill "GLASS CEILING" Ritter ALSO 100% SAN DIEGO CONQUISTADOR Military Industrial Complex Sycophant? Ha ha. Of course he is.

CONQUISTADOR

    An innocent would not have interfered in our lives. Denial For A Living Man. Different bio mentions MOVE to Los Angeles. If you weren't a Dr. Armand Hammer hatched moron you could have said so. Just came across as incapable of reality's nuances. Why dealing with you for months is just boring. YOU'RE REPETITIVE, JUST SIT ON YOUR _SS Bill Ritter.
    Last evening, February 21st, made late for Church, Friendly 1 or #2, (labels unfair as in - I AM PEST 😖 here), of ABC/DISNEY SECURITY confronted me with the "what does it take" to stop me from bothering someone where they work question. 
    PERFECTLY CLEAR: NO ADMISSIONS and THEY'RE above recrimination for THEIR Male Hierarchy Figurehead STARTING The CRAP TO BEGIN WITHYour lawyers can't read? http://www.soapboxview.com/ 
    Twenty minutes of my explaining his smug face was torn, somewhat, but paychecks must keep coming. AS WHEN A DECADE AGO Mike Hammer of The National Enquirer confronted me with lying, about my life, from that, not my mother, Elizabeth, who, gave birth to me, and haunted my whole life. In my editor's kitchen, who, as Mike's friend, knew what was up, so from that moment on someone to understand more broadly. Eventually, as best friend regardless. 
    But the lesson from Hammer's face was, lie, and or otherwise, these people use anything. Of course those people were NEVER ADMITTED TO ME, the author of The Hammer and Cycle Messenger Service. THE assignment was keeping AUTHOR under my reclusive wrap. And ROBERT A. CARO looking me straight in my eyes MEANT? "Your time, take it NOW!" 
    Rupert Murdoch sold TV Guide to his friend late 1990s so money that bought out my editor's TOTAL TV (notice hiding history!) had only his lingering finger prints. And if there was no me, (Malcolm Forbes insinuated I was watched) he might still have it as LIBERALISM is completely cornered in this country. Just making money is the Defaced Republican Party TOO! 
    Charles Komanoff has made MONEY fighting for CONGESTION PRICING for 30 years THAT MISSES, or emphasizes, THE POINT NOW. Parked Manhattan cars won't pay and $15 may be arithmetic and rational, but clearly more offensive to car drivers just as narrowing car lanes in Manhattan spiked the victimhood feelings for car drivers
    Programmers know how to design FLAWS that offend. 19th Century Train Technology still permeates an America forced not to afford MONORAILS! Bike Lane Design that's left pedestrians targets! OH YEAH! BIG MONEY doesn't afford caring when compromising is routinely bought off for less. 
    BILL RITTER: "Oh look, the price of used cars is going up." That's how one reads THEIR prepared NEWS? Cars over the last 5 years sold to overburden the roads with SUV size and NOW gas engines guaranteed another decades-long. Gas burning because SYCOPHANT, for the world's destroyersBILL RITTERS DON'T care for anyone but the people who haven't killed Bill Ritter yet. 
    Yes. That ruthless. Newsreader, come on? Then why did he purposely interrupt her and my life? Hobby? Uh huh. 
    I'd say Bill Ritter has the guts to kill me. Why can't he? Scruples? Not him. Wasting me just ensures his disposability. You know, what he lyingly SELLS ABC/DISNEY is okay for EVERYONE else because ARMAND HAMMER loved his BALD-FACED-LYING abilities for bad big oil's human monster driven Planet. The economy doesn't need GAS like we don't need Bill-Ritter-holes-in-the-heads. WRETCHED _SSes! 
    Where is the ELECTRIC Model T innovation of PRICED FOR EVERYONE? Or even THE (ELECTRIC?) Volkswagons EVERYWHERE when the YOUNG went for budgeting down the excesses - that the George W. Bush generation has gone on to go to the bathroom on. 
    Electric @ every gas filling station or our country's excuse riddled.
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Hey Beautiful, I really need 
 + LOVE YOU! 
Look into my EYES, Sade ... 11:02 
"And everyone's happy to be here." 11:59  
"Dragons coming out of the sea. 
Shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me. 
... It won't be easy." 10:23 
19:30 "is no longer alone." 
"Gonna blow right down inside your soul. 19:49 
In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand new tune. 20:00 
And babe, it's gonna work out fine. 21:29 
... GOD's Will will be done. ... 

Friday, August 24, 2012

CHINA - RULE BY THE NUMBERS MINUS PEOPLE?

     Sometimes news events don’t come in one fell swoop, but are, over time, developed and examined in stages along the way. Today the New York Times headline, China Besieged by Glut of Unsold Goods, written By KEITH BRADSHER, underscores the world’s problem of unfulfilled expectations. The Times points out that – After three decades of torrid growth, China is encountering an unfamiliar problem with its newly struggling economy, in the form of a huge buildup of unsold goods that clutter shop floors, clogging car dealerships and filling factory warehouses.
     Notice that over calculating how much food we need is never a story unless it’s the complaint prices aren’t rising high enough to satisfy retailers, wholesalers and the consumer. No sorry, that’s wrong, affordable prices aren’t the consumers complaint.
     So back to what The Times has space to complain about, stating – The glut of everything from steel and household appliances to cars and apartments is hampering China’s efforts to emerge from a sharp economic slowdown. So there’s a complete admission the country is now being fully run on capitalist principles? Because otherwise those goods could most likely be used in poorer rural areas? So all across China it’s now agreed the better solution is if ways were found to put money in everyone’s hands? That no longer will local rural leaders control financial access and be why the population has moved to the cities to succeed because, no doubt, anonymity allows a few more to keep their wealth than in the poor countryside where the desperation remains and hardship under the control of politics. As essentially, we all know, when politics is the instrument controlling money that’s hardly capitalism.
     Ah well, maybe The Times found some insight examining these crowded, overloaded warehouses, by pointing out the glut – has also produced a series of price wars and has led manufacturers to redouble efforts to export what they cannot sell at home. Right, like excuses are really necessary to try to find a higher price.
     The Times continues the chant. – The severity of China’s inventory overhang has been carefully masked by the blocking or adjusting of economic data by the Chinese government, all part of an effort to prop up confidence in the economy among business managers and investors. Right, just duplicating the Wall Street Mad Sadness where everything depends on investors’ moods. Sure it does. Absolutely, but when everything is about the manipulation of the public’s confidence that’s not really capitalism, but a form of authoritarianism which is no doubt what’s been so appealing to the Communist Party that still insists the easy way out is managing the people rather than the people managing themselves.
     So The Times points out, the main nongovernment survey of manufacturers in China showed on Thursday that inventories of finished goods rose much faster in August than in any month since the survey began in April 2004. The previous record for rising inventories, according to the HSBC/Markit survey, had been set in June. May and July also showed increases. Right, those packed warehouses are the problem rather than sufficient prices to get all that crap moving along. How much did it cost? Ship it somewhere where the price is good and recycle it and ship it back so the material can then be used so the working poor can crank out more cheap stuff. Prices are finagled anyway so as absurd as that sounds it might work. Or recycle it at home, should we really care? This is the problem of a depression where the locals can’t afford what’s produced. Depending on shipping to the world as a marketplace is the HUGE mistake, no matter how much profit can be negotiated.
     The Times quotes Anne Stevenson-Yang, the research director for Hong Kong economic analysis firm J Capital Researchsaying, “Across the manufacturing industries we look at, people were expecting more sales over the summer and it just didn’t happen.” Son of a gun, just like the American Medical Industrial Complex where so many experts tell the doctors where they have failed to accomplish the money managers’ goals. Or maybe that’s too harsh when people are only trying to do their jobs. She, Ms. Stevenson-Young, added, “Things are kind of crawling to a halt.” Because no one wants the stuff? Uh huh.
     So The Times panders to the mantra offering – With inventories extremely high and factories now cutting production, China is the world’s second-largest economy and has been the largest engine of economic growth since the global financial crisis began in 2008. Economic weakness means that China is likely to buy fewer goods and services from abroad at a time when the sovereign debt crisis in Europe is already hurting demand, raising the prospect of a global glut of goods and falling prices and weak production around the world.
     This means the people of the world who’ve technically never labored a day in their lives, much of them, miscalculated and now must punish the rest of us to keep their bottom lines intact. Germany’s successful and their banking elite allies across the world rule the planet? Weren’t world wars fought to stop that and actually the Germans are pretty good industrious people, so it’s kind of criminal that they’re being thrust forth front and center as part of this public relations campaign reminding people their belts have to be tightened so a better bargain can be made out of the work done by people without the political power to survive behind a desk. If only everyone could run for President, as in America, then everyone would have a fighting chance to restart new careers. Otherwise the world’s lesser lights are a bunch of losers who deserve this contrived defeat at the hands of the money marketeers?
     But The Times becomes positive, then pessimistic of course. The key to well rounded news reports. – Chinese export growth, a mainstay of the economy for the last three decades, has slowed to a crawl. Imports have also practically stopped growing, particularly for raw materials like iron ore for steel making, as industrialists have lost confidence that they will be able to sell if they keep factories running. Real estate prices have slid sharply, although there have been hints that they might have bottomed out in July, and money has been leaving the country through a variety of legal and illegal channels. Right, exactly like New York City became, unless the top half of the financial food chain is satisfied everything runs to a halt. Primarily because whatever makes money among the lower half is bought out from under them once it’s seen there’s enough profit to satisfy engorged tastes. A point I can only wish there was a shadow of doubt about.
     Then The Times restates – Interviews with business owners and managers across a wide range of Chinese industries presented a picture of mounting stockpiles of unsold goods. Which their article redundantly repeats every few paragraphs as if there’s space to fill because there’s nowhere to put this b___ s___ if China’s warehouses are full.
     But of course The Times is correct, the problem is everywhere and seems insurmountable. – Business owners who manufacture or distribute products as varied as dehumidifiers, plastic tubing for ventilation systems, solar panels, bedsheets and steel beams for false ceilings said that sales had fallen over the last year and showed little sign of recovering. Right, well when American money-managers complain Chinese solar panels are too cheap for this country so that obvious necessary need goes unfulfilled, there’s a problem. But not because the Chinese have a lot of extra solar panels available. Really, are any money managers awake to take real responsibility for anything real? No, boo hoo, your million-plus vacation home needs air conditioning now and not after you personally invest in solar panels that should already be covering the entire face of the planet by now. Wars can last decades but four decades of solar paneling is behind schedule because an efficient way to profit enough hasn’t been found?Good thing the rich are comfortable now because your legacy will read didn’t really try because solutions already exist for most every problem the world currently endures. Damn you people, capitalism and profit work even if you have to call it socialism. Oh boo hoo, but my lazy political friends will never be elected if they can’t redundantly scapegoat that supposed dead issue into the ground for a few more decades. Look how profitable lying to each other still is. The military, a socialist institution, was torn apart pretending private finance could fix it. FIX THE MILITARY. Morons, the American one was probably the most efficient institution this country ever created until, as with doctors, it was decided others outside the military should count the money. Uh huh.
     But China’s problem continues to be copying failed, elections or not, Western, supposedly non-communist, totalitarian formulas. “Sales are down 50 percent from last year, and inventory is piled high,” said To Liangjian, the owner of a wholesale company distributing picture frames and cups, as he paused while playing online poker in his deserted storefront here in southeastern China. Right, more than half the country, no doubt, can’t afford picture frames and cups. And face it, when pressed half the world has already figured out how to make their own cups to cry in. As with the supposedly conservative problem with reality that ending the drug warmakes nowhere near as much money as can be made if people are allowed to grow their own when it’s so much more fun playing with guns and pretending cops and robbers will always be the only world we’re welcome to. Even though it would be better if we’d just realize and accept where we all came from. A bunch of territorial monsters who had no place in their hearts for the common people, so we still hear the weak told to wake up and deal with the real world. When the real world refuses to face the solution: Physicians heal thyselves.
     So poor Chinese. – Wu Weiqing, the manager of a faucet and sink wholesaler, said that his sales had dropped 30 percent in the last year and he has piled up extra merchandise. Yet the factory supplying him is still cranking out shiny kitchen fixtures at a fast pace. Nowhere in China could use those items? How many Brooklyn Bridges are for sale all over the world? Mr. Wu says, “My supplier’s inventory is huge because he cannot cut production and doesn’t want to miss out on sales when the demand comes back.” Right, while the workers, that are the country’s built-in system of demand, can’t afford proper housing.
     Part of the problem, The Times states, is that the Chinese government’s leaders have decided to put quality-of-life concerns ahead of maximizing economic growth when it comes to two of the country’s largest industries, housing and autos. Sure, there you go, influential Times, back that premise. Tell the Chinese government their mistake is the same as the Cubans unwillingness to overwhelm their country with asphalt and mega-financed housing.
     Premier Wen Jiabao has imposed a strict ban on purchases of second and subsequent homes, in the hope that discouraging real estate speculation will improve the affordability of homes. No, I agree, what possible difference does that make? Let them buy second homes all over the world co-owned by the government. What difference does it make when the citizens pressed, don’t even have a real independent judiciary to assist them anyway? So the result, states The Times, has been a steep decline in residential real estate prices, a sharp fall in housing construction and widespread job losses among construction workers. But the people still can’t afford homes. Is anyone really listening to ourselves?
     At the same time, The Times continues, the municipal government in Guangzhou, one of China’s largest cities, has sharply reduced the number of new car registrations it allows this summer to reduce traffic congestion and air pollution. An elitist measure, no doubt, and finger in an exploding dike anyway, but who has the money to finance efficient close to work housing and sufficiently filled trains to take everyone on holiday? Municipal officials from all over China have been flocking to Guangzhou to ask for details. Xi’an, the metropolis of northwestern China, has already announced this month that it will limit car registrations, although it has not settled on the details.
     So, The Times of course must recite the pablum we’re all fed on associated with the glamor of our oh so useful mobile thrones – when there’s no traffic. Is that what’s going on here? Only those who can afford bribes are allowed cars so there’s enough space to comfortably drive until the whole country can be asphalted over?
     Tell everybody, Times – The Chinese auto industry has grown tenfold in the last decade to become the world’s largest, looking like a formidable challenger to Detroit. But now, the Chinese industry is starting to look more like Detroit in its dark days in the 1980s. Inventories of unsold cars are soaring at dealerships across the nation. Quality problems are emerging and buyers are becoming disenchanted as car salesmen increasingly resort to hard-sell tactics to clear clogged dealership lots. You mean salespeople are being salespeople? That’s a hoot.
     But sadly The Times prints – The Chinese industry’s problems show every sign of growing worse, not better. So many auto factories have opened in China in the last two years that the industry is operating at only about 65 percent of full capacity — far below the 80 percent usually needed for profitability. Huh. The counters are pissed. Watch.
     The Times continues – Yet so many new factories are being built that, according to the Chinese government’s National Development and Reform Commission, the country’s auto manufacturing capacity is on track to increase again in the next three years by an amount equal to all the auto factories in Japan, or nearly all the auto factories in the United States.
     Said Geoff Broderick, the general manager of Asian operations at the global consulting firm, J. D. Power & Associates, “I worry that we’re going down the same road the U.S. went down, (now they’re worrying?) and it takes quite some time to fix that.” Automakers in China have reported that the number of cars they sold at wholesale to dealers rose by nearly 600,000 units, or 9 percent, in the first half of this year compared to the same period last year. Yet dealerships’ inventories of new cars rose 900,000 units from the end of December to the end of June. While part of the increase is seasonal, auto analysts say that the data shows that retail sales are flat at best and most likely declining which is a sharp reversal for an industry accustomed to double-digit annual growth. Until, of course, the ____ hits the fan.
     Said Huang Yi, the chairman of China’s fifth-largest dealership chain, Zhongsheng Group, “Inventory levels for us now are very, very high. If I hadn’t done special offers in the first half of this year, my inventory would be even higher.” Special deals to whom?
     Americans, where has this next piece of information from The Times been heard before? – Manufacturers have largely refused to cut production, and are putting heavy pressure on dealers to accept delivery of cars under their franchise agreements even though many dealers are struggling to find places to park them or ways to finance their swelling inventories. This prompted the government-controlledChina Automobile Dealers Association to issue a rare appeal to automakers earlier this month. “We call on manufacturers to be highly concerned about dealer inventories, and to take timely and effective measures to actively digest inventory, especially taking into account the financial strain on distributors, as manufacturers have to provide the necessary financing support to help dealers ride out the storm.”
     So The Times repeats, in case anyone wants to forget what’s being imbedded in their brains. – As dealer lots become cluttered, many salesmen have resorted to high-pressure sales tactics. That has resulted in growing customer dissatisfaction in the past year, according to surveys by J. D. Power. As a result, auto dealers are voicing the same complaints about inventory as businesspeople in a wide range of other industries. Son of the _____.
     Officially, though, most of the inventory problems are a nonissue for the government. Son of the _____ I may as well repeat, using The Times method.
     The Public Security Bureau, for example, has halted the release of data about slumping car registrations. Data on the steel sector has been repeatedly revised this year after a new methodology showed a steeper downturn than the government had acknowledged. And while rows of empty apartment buildings line highways outside major cities all over China, the government has not released information about the number of empty apartments since 2008, according to a report last Friday. But as much of a problem as manufacturing reality is, Wall Street and most other institutions don’t just salivate wishing that same opportunity was open to them. As has been proven, by just putting a ribbon on any calculations, no one cares if enough friends can be kept above the financial storm. Then dress up the rest of us as a disgruntled electorate fed hope till the next election after the next after …
     Using the word – Yet, as if this were a real accounting, The Times adds – businesspeople in a wide range of other industries have little doubt that the Chinese economy is in trouble. Wasn’t this comment slipped in at the beginning? What is this Times report, some kind of mass hypnotization?
     “Inventory used to flow in and out,” said Mr. Wu, the faucet and sink sales manager. “Now, it just sits there, and there’s more of it.” Well good grief, if governments and The Times repeat the problem is TOO MUCH then it must be so. Really?
     When the problem is this incessant need to profit from and keep up with inflation, then the problem is we need to grow up and solve this. Stop pretending there’s not enough money in the wrong people’s wallets for EVERYONE to get ahead. PERIOD. If I may be so callous to insinuate those with enough are too spoiled and those are really spoiled, as in falling apart, aren’t worth the comfortable’s time to renovate. But that’s ok. The Chiefs-of-State all over the world will still afford the best clothes so the only real problem is we can’t empty those warehouses in China the world’s wholesalers decided the poor will never afford.
8/24/2012
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China - Rule By The Numbers Minus People?
8/24/2012 concluded: When the problem is this incessant need to profit from and keep up with inflation, then the problem is we need to grow up and solve this. Stop pretending there’s not enough money in the wrong people’s wallets for EVERYONE to get ahead. PERIOD. If I may be so callous to insinuate those with enough are too spoiled and those who're really spoiled, as in falling apart, aren’t worth the comfortable’s time to renovate. But that’s ok. The Chiefs-of-State all over the world will still afford the best clothes so the only real problem is we can’t empty those warehouses in China the world’s wholesalers decided the poor will never afford.
Dec. 9, 2019 - Jan. 15, 2020
The Waning Days of Impeachment Proceedings ...
     The feeling is there's just so much messaging in unassailable tones, and attitude trumps accusation, narrowing perspective, stretching character so thin the numbing audaciousness, at best, renders appraisal cyclically token. In flagrante delicto. But people've been polled liking our president's confidence. While drenched in so much gall, there's no difference. 
     War will end when violence is no longer embraced as an answer by the protagonists. Blind to cycles of revenge is a strategy from the dark side and why the planet so misunderstands ourselves. 
     Our president assumed office describing everything fake, except his ability to cocoon himself separately from aspects of the straight truth. As if all politics, state, national, global and local was just about spinning a yarn. Denying stirring's not cleaning the swamp at all. Yep. Power's a heady trip.
     "Making up impeachment as you go," was said, in the U.S. House of Representatives, with hard straight faces as if the trend itself wasn't of their own figureheads' making? Believe it. Advertise A President.  All hail the outright use of "gall," good grief.   
     By far the most theatrical presidency in history is not a question. Nor coincidentally part of some aspect of any random solution. A show is all that's cared whether known. No wonder "great job" and "loser" were so flippantly tossed about.
     Yes, I never like having to choose sides. I prefer alternatives have points. "Mr. Chairman. Mr. Chairman." Good point of order wondering why oaths weren't administered to committee staff. "I have a point of order." "That is not a point of order." Legalese? Legalease. Roll call vote. Love those. 
     Yeah. A meandering stream of consciousness has overtaken the public forum. Numbed along gets along, Will Rogers most likely, probably, lamentably, notably said outside a scribe's instant monitoring. But who's listening among adversaries intent on winning?  
     A fine mess we've made of ourselves. All the pointing fingers circling the globe at fantastic speeds, turning our heads so rapidly the insignificance is whimsically lost such that, we're just standing still rather than knowing, we're knocked from our very foundations. Because Americanism saves us. And right there's the crux. Nothing's so simple except the arrogance of revamping bigotry and hate under the guise of economic pragmatism that's balderdash. Poppycock from not the master of ridiculousness, but another victim himself. Adhering to gall as a justification. An America wanted great again. And not the one that, as difficult as it is, had hoped to simmer nationalism to a rate of pride producing international prosperity and peace. While our president just wants working what's in his quiver while the rest, without poll standing, can just go to hell. Possibly not how judgement operates that our president's apparently not comfortable fathoming. Trendsetter, hardly. God help us.
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April 12, 1952 Osterville, MA
Page 42: This country is being managed to death, being public related to death. 
October 2, 1965 Iowa City
Page 111: Nelson (Algren) gave me a big red sticker for my little automobile. It said, "STOP THE WAR IN VIETNAM!" I stuck it on my car, but the car was wet, and the sticker blew off before I was half way home, and I'm just as glad. My gladness doesn't have anything to do with how I feel about Vietnam. It has to do with how I feel about stickers. {My father Malcolm C. Fraser was anti-sticker.} 
November 13, 1971
New York City
Page 175: If I were younger, I think I might try to become European. It's friendlier and cheaper and tastier over there, but you will make at least one unpleasant discovery: they are wrecking their air and water, too. The Mediterranean is turning into an open sewer, too, just like lake Erie. I hope that during your lifetime it will be cleaned up again.  
August 29, 1974
New York City
Page 218: The Russians, incidentally, won't let me pay any of my hotel bills in my own rubles. They want American cash in advance. The same goes for my ticket on Aeroflot. The more I think about it, the less I want to go. It always gives me the herbed-jeebies to visit a dictatorship.
January 12, 1983
New York City
Page 293: Player Piano gets more timely with each passing day.
March 5, 1987
New York City
Page 316: Our president supposes that his brain is producing his options. His brain in fact is soaked in a culture, and has never bothered to examine its ingredients. He oozes rather than thinks.  
January 25, 1984
New York City
Page 354: So the advice I give myself at 71 is the best advice I could have given myself in 1940, when detraining for the first time Ithaca, having come all the way from Indianapolis: "Keep you hat on. We may wind up miles from here." 
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Pausing Mr. Vonnegut's letters' excerpts for personal reflection.
     There was a time, working economic speculation's lower rung, that despair had me particularly down. Living 2 blocks north and a little east of the Vonnegut townhouse, he happened upon me in the smallest of public parks by the FDR highway just north of the United Nations. 
     I hadn't read a lick of Vonnegut but had come across him once before, playing with his little daughter, or granddaughter, and we'd nodded. Because a woman, who'd named herself Soviet, had had fun telling our office that she'd talked with him there so I was looking but shy. The name Vonnegut itself sounds poetic. But that day anguished out in the tiny park, I realize, from his experience with kids, that concerned look he gave, as I practically ran away, perhaps dislodged some fear or something. It seems now, as the days evolved, my thinking became what did I care about where I was, I came to New York to write something particular. Took years to figure out, but within months, after Kurt Vonnegut's eyes carefully looked into mine, ideas came like, for instance, the novel's name. And when in full bore wondering, it was walking south on Second Ave passing the 48th Street he lived on that the All-American protagonist's name Hank Greenway was crafted. 
     Read everything of Vonnegut's before century's end, and started with Cat's Cradle, bought from a St. Mark's Place sidewalk bookseller, that was like being literally rapped in the head with an anvil of appreciation. How could I have not known his works had such genius? Like truly invigorating music my own aspirations were released from the need for everyday conclusions. 
     This is mentioned here, because I'm claiming he'd agree with me and dead-to-this-world can't dispute me. His comment about detraining in Ithaca where trains haven't gone in decades? Leaping into the car's future wasn't exactly Cornell's most perfect move. And don't tell me it was just the economics and the companies and towns and economic culture decides. I've visited Cornell. Twice. If Cornell had had the foresight. Hey. People may be zipping around on all sorts of things, but we still bang into each other. Our country needs to adapt light and industrial monorail strategies, because travel everywhere in smart-_ss cars still spells traffic jam. Kurt Vonnegut and I say beautiful Ithaca deserves being home to ever grander experiments.
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January 26, 1997
[New York City]
Page 373: Perhaps Indianapolis deserves its inferiority complex after all, since it is rapidly becoming nothing but a real estate development and a so-so football team stolen from Baltimore.
May 30, 1997
Via Fax to Robert Weide
LETTER TO BE READ AT A LOS ANGELES TRIBUTE TO ALLEN GINSBERG ON JUNE 1, 1997
Page 375-376: Allen Ginsberg and I were inducted into the American Institute of Arts and letters in 1973. A reporter fro Newsweek telephoned me at that time, and asked me what I thought about two such outsiders being absorbed by the establishment. I replied, "If we aren't the establishment, I don't know who is."
     Allen was inducted nominally as a poet, but had in fact become world famous for the radiant love and innocence of his person, from head to toe. 
     Let us be frank, and admit that the greatest petri satiates few deep appetites in modern times. But the appearance in our industrialized midst of a man without guile or political goals or congregation, who was doing his utmost to become wise and holy, was for many of us a surprising, anachronistic feast for our souls.
     Allen and I met at a dinner given in Cambridge by the Harvard Lampoon in the late 1960s. We would hold hands during the ensuing entertainment. 
     I had returned from witnessing the end of a civil war in southern Nigeria. The losing side, the rebellious Ibos, had been blockaded. There had been widespread starvation. I was there with my fellow novelist Vance Bourjaily. We arrived on a blockade running Catholic relief DC-3. We were surrounded at once by starving children begging for mercy. They had distended bellies, everted rectums, hair turned yellow, running sores, that sort of thing. They were also dirty. 
     We were afraid to touch them, lest we get an infection to take back home. But Vance was ashamed of his squeamishness. He said that if Allen Ginsberg had been with us, Allen would have hugged the children, and gone down on his knees to play with them. I told this story at the Lampoon dinner, and then said directly to Allen: "We have not met before, sir, but such is your reputation."   
February 23, 1998
New York City
Page 379: The Unitarian minister who buried my father (because he was dead) was Jack Mendelsohn, who later had a church in Boston. It offered sanctuary to draft resisters during the Vietnam War and lost its fire insurance. 
Page 403: My mistake in Player Piano was my failure as a futurist. I did not foresee transistors, and so imagined that super computers would have to be huge, with bulky vacuum tubes taking up a lot of space. 
January 11, 2002
New York City
Page 404: The ASTP was a scheme for stockpiling college kids, with no hope of promotion getting into OCS, until they were needed as riflemen. There was already a glut of officers and noncoms. I studied calculus and mechanics and thermodynamics and so on, for which the Army had no use, God knows, at Carnegie Tech and then the University of Tennessee. I was then assigned to the 106th Divisionm from which all privates and PFC's had been stripped as overseas replacements. It still had its original officers and noncoms. I was made an Intelligence and Reconnaissance Scout, Second Battalion, 423rd Infantry, although my only basic training was on the care and feeding of a 240 mm howitzer. Fortunately, my father had been a gun nut. So practically all my fellow prisoners in the Schlachthof were college kids stockpiled in ASTP. Our own suspicion afterwards, since we had so little ammunition and were still awaiting winter equipment, and never saw an American plane or tank, and were not warned that the Germans were massing large numbers of tanks for one last major attack, is that the 106th was baiting a trap. In chess this is called a gambit. Take the exposed pawn and you've lost the game.
September 12, 2002
New York City
TO THE EDITORS OF THE NEW YORK TIMES
Page 405: Dear Editors: 
     It may give us some comfort in these worrisome times to know that in all of history only one country has actually been crazy enough to detonate atomic weapons in the midst of civilian populations, turning unarmed men, women and children into radioactive soot and bonemeal. And that was a long, long time ago now. 
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Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Absolutely Tragic Trayvon Martin Case

  Yahoo! News headline, Witnesses Change Stories Ahead of Zimmerman Trial, followed Central Florida’s Orlando Sentinel coverage sharing recordings reviewing discovery process material released by the special prosecutor’s office last week. A gripping announcement that four witnesses have already vacillated on projected testimony before trial. While what the Sentinel’s recordings reveal is scared anxious people sound culturally trapped too.
  The even more local Sanford Herald notes more details of why there apparently was a fight. Regardless. That this is very bad probably ran through everyone’s head from the tragedy’s onset through Cause célèbre. A bad thing, far from the right thing, except, now we’re publicly told, the defendant possibly showed no remorse at the scene. Information apparently from that witness’ second questioning, not the first. Nuances that can go on and on, and will as Trayvon was from Miami so George had less reason to believe Trayvon should be in his neighborhood, the gated community.
  There are traces of marijuana found in the victim’s blood and his suspension from school for the substance is why he was in Sanford to begin with. Adapting to a counter-culture accoutrement descended from African-American jazz musician progenitors, Trayvon, a teenager can now be inadvertently scapegoated for the militarized drug war. Justice as a points system is why racism lingered even after America woke from virtually sleeping on prejudice for a century(s). I just don’t see condemning this poor confused man fixing injustice that’s society’s fault Mr. Zimmerman grew into this tragedy. His simmering prejudicial hostility didn’t just peak that day during the 911 call.
  For an insightful mid-April national discussion, Professor Michael Eric Dyson of Georgetown University is featured on CBS-Television’s Face The Nation pointing out black folks usually have to follow what the police tell them or they’re in real trouble while George Zimmerman ignored the police instruction not to follow.
  But I’m personally for releasing Mr. Zimmerman yesterday if in setting him free, the guilt was collectively felt for what caused this crime. Doesn’t matter how confused the defendant ever was, odds unfortunately favor he remains a victim too.
5/23/2012
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Absolutely Tragic Trayvon Martin Case
5/23/2012 concluded: But I’m personally for releasing Mr. Zimmerman yesterday if in setting him free, the guilt was collectively felt for what caused this crime. Doesn’t matter how confused the defendant ever was, odds unfortunately favor he remains a victim too. 
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Bike Couriers Finish Steve The Greek's Memorial Ride
The Memorial Service For Stephen 
"Steve The Greek" Athineos
"Rest In Peace Steve. We all loved you." Sheila
  Yeah so, on the family's ride, northwest corner of 70 and Lex, a civilian expletively taunted, "come back here" and last around I remarked, "It's not necessary." Cars didn't honk. Saturday probably. Even the police didn't appear giving your ride a thumbs up. Bikes were raised three different times and flowers adorn Madison and Lexington landmark lamps and your ride was smooth, Steve. You're the bumpy part.
 
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Jan. 12 - Feb. 12, 2016
Defying The Medical Machine by Noam Scheiber 
in The New York TimesTell people what they don't want to know. Because, liked or not, in sports vernacular, politicized jargon has to be sucked upSoapbox View 
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The Absolutely Tragic Trayvon Martin Case

  Well. Was May 23rd, 2012's lenient reasoning just twisted excuses? And, to be expected from a Sanford Seminole High School1975 co-Most Valuable Male Swimmer's attitude on the causes and aftermaths of situations like this, that happened in Sanford, Florida. But fathom my disappointment in racism's complacent acceptance, that were pathological ancestors' fraught-jul traitsstill conveniently pretended to not still be the entrenched bitterness still in the way. Blah blah blah. Blah as generally no one hears what they don't want bothering them. 
  Imagining things are better, means its not enough. Better's not over. Nor could such vehemence exist all over the world, on so many, supposedly, separate, undermining levels, if the unprincipledness of prejudice weren't still too intact.

Political Pirouette

  Equate welfare with socialism for the rich. Yes. I know continue to site candidate Ben Carson candidly points out economics is about class, not race. Mmm. "Prolific" and up for an Oscar too, or I missed something embellishing? Because, though exaggeration's hopelessly obvious when gauging presidential candidates, we certainly seem to not only thrive, but survive on hype?
  So however moot it may seem, to wonder about equating welfare with socialism for the rich plus corporate welfare? Still, re-weighing these scruples is important to deciding the untouched principle on 40 Acres And A Mule is not as golden as white rule allied with how much some people really aren't interested because, yep, that's just politics. 
  The renewal of fiscal sincerity is profound. But modified into scapegoat bellyaching? It's evidence of a perpetual beating, and reviving, that welfare horse like a political mule that can't die nor ever outlive its usefulness so must be pulled across no matter what. Socialism's not the only archaic redundancy being flaunted about. Take note that however conveniently shrewd public opinion's carved its not just a business. PR charade. Façade covering the real goods. These bargains of redundant oaths the public's easily convinced of and controlled by, are also the cracks in our imagery faking historical memory that future generations will recall as what ours wouldn't face in all our self-congratulatory glory. Because one thing this whole world's already quite renowned for is telling some really huge whoppers.
  Meaning symbols evolve. For example this, supposedly, theoretically, diametric fact from the world's casebook on designing history in your own images. Lenin's dictatorship of the proletariat and primacy of political committee over citizens' fates was an outline for revolution, not government. Historians know that. Political preaching's a whole other ballgame. Stalinesque political gestures having far outlived that man's lifetime. So the point, basically, is the Bolshevik Revolution outlived its practical usefulness to the Russian Revolution exactly when the event started.
  So. There's no plain explanation for how this redundantly, endless, generational tug-of-war over what capitalism means indicates progress. Capitalism is socialism as the pinnacle of either economic philosophy's proper functioning is complete circulation. The conservative panacea? Money circulates. If only the problem was just waste everything would be instantly solved. Just keep wasting money. Then at least some would infiltrate the economy-at-large as President Reagan intoned was and is still really the only solution as it is reality. We've got the up part, but down's clogged that we'll eventually get to when we can afford it or train people to be better cogs? While, in the meantime, so d_____ proud of our successful accomplishments. No kidding homelessness isn't a source of direct profit. Just not as participatory or engagingly entertaining as war. Yet at root the real cause of all the world's bitter jealousies. 
  It's like a big joke where no one connects the dots that the bottom rung's been removed from the perpetually falling financial ladder's ledger. Nothing to win but debt you can't sell. Goodwill isn't charity. It's caring for where society's soul's collapsed.
  But soon illusion'll clear, perhaps. When the politically confused are convinced? When the sky's completely droned over delivering consumables to the inside world writing code? When the complaint will still be ordinary people still don't want to work. 
  Socialism? Don Quioté didn't even know he was also a windmill too. And all this present-day confusion surrounding us now will pass too as had that noble warrior's gallant knights' age. So know, remember, whatever. What the future sees is regardless how the world's elites parade their people as guardians of freedom, free enterprise and national fate? Bottom line, all anyone's really sure of is they'd rather not be the yoke.
  Good business can just cut corners? As stock markets plunge following receding oil market stocks. It's not money's limited imagination. Nor finance's limits limiting money's imagination. But the fact straightening your tie'll do it. Because - No one's getting their hands dirty getting their hands dirty. 
  Deceptive practices and misleading sweeping statements are excused as, pragmatically, leverage flows ruthlessly in politics? Basically a rough sport. Beyond the crafted platforms. Still, not the complete point. That there's "a need for necessary toughness" is true. But when solutions are simple, tough's supposed to be resolve. Not arrogantly destructive. Right. Pass the hankies. It's another grand parade of bleeding heart liberals already used again.
  But we're lucky. There seems to be a deserving spot for using Solomonic logic to separate America's political halves rightAgain? Because it's beyond comprehension how there's not resolution, when we're so presently blessed with so many, various, multifarious veneers of effervescent political charm for "the people" to hide behind. Ba dump bump. Cut to the chase. 
  Speaking of hidden behind cultural symbols.  Last time I watched Sean Hannity, he featured, his downright Elmer Fuddianish focused sidekick, Frank Luntz. A veritable watchdog on the "national pulse," tandem-ly opposite Meet The Press' Chuck "Numbers" Todd? So, anyway. Luntz and Hannity were describing, before a board, to a studio and home audience, how what's true doesn't matter when the public's already been effectively convinced of something else. The public opinion marketplace as ridden carthorse? No. Stop it. The man's had abundant opportunity to convince me he's not an idiotYes I've committed the sin of political opposition to Sean. The trouble's finding his middle. Is there a heart to bleed? Yada yada yada.
  So, Americans haven't time to really weigh President Obama's last rhetorically laden, State of the Union Address. The package condensed to portrayals of dogma directed to the American people, garnered by representation sitting stone cold as if solutions are just polishing status' quo. Ooo, right. That sounds how liberals think they would say we say we're demonstrating opposition to our country's never having fully tried solving rich people's problems. Though obvious we don't know much about any problems unless rich people share them. Like fear for the middle class when throughout most of history the rich were today's middle class. The goalposts were moved while everyone claimed to be watching? Correct.
  The economy's almost fixed because learning to share well isn't specifically the problem. Dag nab it though. We're after that economic "wabbit?" That's right. A solution's right there if scapegoats weren't every explanation. 
  Inflation. Just because the solution's not feasibly within reach now doesn't mean its not the solution. Because chasing inflation solves things for some of us while creating more problems formats of us. The constant devaluing of money and pretending the problem's workable has to go. 
  Inflation. Profit derived from riding the skim staying ahead blaming the carthorse for not keeping up with the float. A touch of over-dramatized simplification with icing? When money's completely watched over by a vocation that, coincidently, January 13th, was announced by universities as having a banner year in enrollment for Economist Degrees. Another generation learning success is the strength of your associations (conspiracies) that has nothing to do with money having everything to do with money. 
  Contemplate that maybe America's not just supposed to be a carnival where the show comes to town and packs up after votes are counted and customers settle down till the next carnival comes. That political seasons were always ongoing concerns, and the skies are the entertainment's limit. Where any façade works, except Mayberry? What the? Society cannot become more touchy-feely? Crime, criminality and terrorism's too extreme. Tough and rough. Soft doesn't work. Too many people not to trust. Then, that's the problem. Not how many culprits are thoroughly beaten to a pulp and more, had their dignities challenged. Justice is blind for a reason. To not see what people keep trying to show her. Because it's obviously hard to believe what she hears. And woman because they're progress' barometer. 
  Congress. Nothing changes without your changing the Criminal Enterprise System. Become adults. Face injustice. Consequences are problems, not scapegoats. Not facing problems isn't being tough but rather annoyingly obtuse. Just ask a liberal? Te he he. Well. They're falling over in the aisles if you can get your head out of the mirror. Stare long enough you never see Plato, America. 
  So was it rhetoric's façade that drug me down into competitively going after political conservatives? No. I'd prefer that weren't my game. But when push comes to shove, and independence the short-skirted card? Anyway, I'm registered Republican, as were my parents. A real legacy that's not open to negotiation "as they say." 
  Yeah, poisoned long ago? Past minion re-education redemption. Because contriving general approaches to convenient circumstances is not facing broader issues and a problem reducing support to belief in two cars in the garage? While watching the Super Bowl! Dag nab it, no! There goes that invading liberal guardian angel crap again? But maybe not? I'm not after jargon. I'm after Sean.
  Oh no. Obviously written too blatantly liberal? Maybe I should chant ten Hail Mary Mother of Moneys in redemption. God/Allah forbid that's trending. Well uh? At least what I mean is, people should face some middle-ground? But. Yep. Not while people are so sure-fired worked up to repeat cheerleaders' repetitive cheers, that're obviously substituted for real political discourse, and, or otherwise. Practically token charade where "talking about's" political code for nothing more's mentioned than labels that touch some significance barometer re-heightened only just that week. No matter what conservatives say liberals say conservatives say liberals say conservatives say liberals say ... cheese
  Or, maybe I also have a too liberal fondness for suspicion of smooth conspiracy being granted the benefit of the doubt when rebuilding the earth's machine's been driven in our own craven image? Imagining the planet with Sean's smile? Just look. That air of satisfaction buffered by the bottom line. Too like selling used cars? No! Ba dump bump. Cars are great then they deserve a better legacy than drowning humanity in their consumption. Toyed with oil market be d____d? Try pragmatic rather than its pretension. Because Hype's ahead of Sham into the last turn
  Yeah um. Mr. President. I don't know that in this day and era of bragging, walking on the moon's the best boast. After all a lot of trampling's taken place right around here. It's not as if astronauts brought back take-out food. Well, at least not right away. Just access to more real estate with people still, more or less, just thinking about visiting. No news on who'd run the hotel but surely adjectives abound. There you go. That's a stock all about rising. Not that petty world of subsidized housing while making payments into the financial system on a private car. There's a large so what factor to complaining about what the welfare class accepted in more than just taking the gruff. 
  So there was that brief plug in The President's State of the Union Address calling for updating the world's power and energy use, that he buried behind the redundant "we're best" dogma chanted to a unanimous cheer. That's also, coincidently, a known, verified, aspect of ISIL political culture too. Etc. Will Political Culture’s True Ruthless Face ever be faced?
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  Where's Jim Rockford to cloak meaning in metaphor when ya need him? Escapism, sometimes good or bad but just too ambivalent. Ducking out on Congress, imagine that? But not in contempt. Pardon me. 

  Because players making more money wasn't just why ticket prices skyrocketed out-of-touch. Especially when scapegoating's always in season. About time sportswriters face America rather than shielding everyone from the truth about our general judgmental selfish-ness. Tim Raines earned his place in the Hall many times over and d______ right I'm biased. Yes. I know the numbers. And ya'll should be ashamed.
  Ooo. "Too cryptic?" Tell me about it. After watching Tim's acceleration in Seminole High School, I got out of sportswriting's chasing clichés. Have a nice day. 
  And didja know? For Americans gouge the customer came in as retiring on the interest on $100,000 in the bank was going out. Economics have nothing to do with Baseball. Exactly? Tim belongs in that hall more than anyone who's sacrificed for the game after him. For standing in opposition to players having less leverage. While the great hall accomplishment is something Mr. Raines earned on the field
  Right? Tim played his third year for the Yankees at age thirty-nine because George Steinbrenner just liked throwing money around? Finally the rest of the league wouldn't out-bid him, but George finally acquired another star. Isn't that what PR keeps chanting is the hall's purpose? Or it was just coincidence that when Manager Joe Torre congratulated the Yankees on the steps of City Hall on the occasion of winning Tim's first World Series, Mr. Torre reached for Tim's hand first. 
  Your honors. Prosecution rests.
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Exacting justice as revenge avenging desperation's revenge is a cultural flaw law's hardly involved in solving yet expected to supervise paying for The Criminal Enterprise System.
Hello,
  Let's walk? Gallivant around Sanford. See where Jackie Robinson was stopped from playing a simple game of baseball. Or rather one of them. But this one's supposed to be the last before Jacksonville and Deland cancelled. Looking, Sanford Memorial Stadium appears to be just another among many landmarks nations are known for priding on their milestones' ability to convey what real honor is in appreciating the commemoration of what their countries' values were truly meant to mean. 
  Not exactly walking, flying over the past? 
  To the right of the stadium used to be the Sanford Naval Academy. Where the mid-level northern elite sent their troublesome offspring to store out of their hair and keep disciplined. Or at least that was the intention I perceived from information given by a single second-hand witness. Anyway, there used to be a pool right there towards the back of the lot, with what looked like a nice, ole, gone now, small military hanger. That was where the second pool I ever swam in, in that town, used to be. That I can recall. And am fairly sure I swam here first when it was a bigger pool and Sanford Naval Academy was there too. Re-designing a pool smaller? Baffling concept. I also swam here. Including the, probably long gone, dag-gummed airport pool that was the coolest. Isolated. Robert Duvall loved swimming laps there in the morning pleasure-boat factory's, "invisible to the naked eye," polyurethane fumes. "All battles are won in the trenches," the colonel'd say, hanging his head, at the pool's edge, staring into the gutter. "Ready go." 
  But previous to that, I'd quit swimming for the summer of 1972. So jumping back downtown, filling the timeline, there were two tennis courts here, and two now gone baseball fields to the right. Yeah. The dual-courts were where in the summer of 1972, mysteriously, a Hamilton Fish, who might not be Hamilton Fish V, but was the guy at the courts named Hamilton Fish, descended from New York legislative fame, who volleyed there and encouraged David McCook's aggressive tennis stroke. 
  "What time is it Hamilton?" The kids would say, and Hamilton'd answer exactly however minutes and seconds before or after the hour it was. As if time were for calculating and marching on. Time dogmatic grandfathers moved on ahead too? Only the miracle of time-travel correction only happens in the movies. Nothing but time moves forward?
The Great American Maul
  Sanford's dehighwayification of 1st Street epitomized by the empty plaza, pictured left. Is as could be expected, from the comfortably civilized downtown's dis-utilization that reflects Highway I-4's adjacent shopping complex, Seminole Towne Center. Lifting the next centuries atop the 19th shoulders. Ya don't even have to make it up. Sprawl or not to sprawl? That's the answer's question. Whether its nobler to heighten nature's abutments or cover it (the preposition) completely. Asphalt laced cement for everyone everywhere. Then maybe, for sure, the peninsula will float in some such distortion as when progress' glossed over, history's trampled on. 
  All that land plowed under for convenience? People just plain needed one more nearer place to shop between there and Orlando? Another huge place to park? Whole spaces between us filled so that anyone caught in or out of the house is shopping? No? Maybe I do need study as my observation's too idly distant from the subject for my speculative taste. But without speculation there's no digging, and possibilities for miscalculation are endless anyway. 
  So. Causing effect, also speaks to half-cocked people patrolling after half-cocked crooks getting half-cocked kicks from the whole protection racket set up to protect us from ourselves. Guns do go off but people half-cockedCriminal Enterprise System.


  Things change but I could swear this spot looked like this before I was born. Moving through town I can feel the simple businesses suffering with all of us, the simply complicated ethical lapses that are easier accepting as shrewd calculations than missteps beyond our ability to restrain. Maybe. But money doesn't just disappear, yet it's up in smoke they say, gone like with the wind, they say, it's good we digest that. Well. 
  The high school parking lots of America. Long may they wave, sarcastically evoked. 
  This is the intersection in Driver's Ed. where Mrs. Campbell screamed at me to look somewhere and she grabbed for the wheel, making even me realize to tell her to cut it out. It's important to see calmly. Teachers. In all the shoveling money this way and that, the fact people give of their lives to not just teach but understand others is beyond this nonsense of how the funding's split. Arguments among all the scapegoats while kids are blamed for being in the middle? 
  Seriously this used to be townPublix was right there where I worked part-time for sixteen months. Weeks after I quit sportswriting because Tim Raines speed so impressed me as having a future, the assistant manager Larry came to me disappointed because I hadn't told him I'd stopped going to games when all the younger guys wanted that night off too. I was thinking about things. I didn't mind working Friday nights. 
  This is incredible. In my few Google Maps excursions I haven't come across this before. Dag gum. I had tried to plop down on the other half of the highway for a better view up river, but, man. Huh
  I miss traveling through the simple places. You've no business to be there so you'd just be traveling through. Trees are what's picaresque about us. We're just a type of gaudy jewelry, per se. 
  Florida used to look like this. Now there's even the pizzazz of sidewalks leading to Rock Springs. I miss Florida. Trees. This is where my parents had their funerals. Cemetery where they're buried. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust but I like being there where their remains are. Our house. Where I was raised is now parking lot as far as the eye sees. Home of the Panthers. Where Coach Comer and the football team saw me demolish fellow 11 year olds James Oliver, Kenneth Carpenter and either Tommy Watson or Wade Andrews in a four lap mile challenge around the track. The challenge was for a shorter race but I was so slow I needed the mile to have a chance. MossMy favoritpool. 
  Leaping back from across protected forest and memorialized childhood to Sanford's northeastern-est edge. The Osteen Douglas Stenstrom Bridge that replaced the quaint old one after a truck pushing commission rates totaled the bridge and five innocent lives in 1974. That summer Patrick and I'd crossed that little bridge many times a week to go surfing. Not only was it bizarre trucks drove so fast over that little bouncy bridge, at all, but that the bridge was really expected to perform as a basic artery to not just that last little leg to hunting camps further up in the forest. But it was THE FREAKING HIGHWAY to the beach. 
  Money's being allocated for the American nation's transportation infrastructure. Even money it'll barely resemble a boondoggle for everyone? But, specifically about road. These huge things are built with nowhere to walk or put light rail or anything except wandering purposefully, aimlessly, inside our mobile thrones
  Nothing like good trees. A place paradise intermittently sleeps. At night, believe it or not. From here you could see the lights on Sanford's skyscraper beaming across Lake Monroe
  Still a Firestone and commie gas station at First and French. Like there's not 38 years in between. The library. Just lookin at the map thinking. Please, sprawl's not the best answer. Nuthin like a good truckWild musicEverything turned into a highway. 
To Cleve and Brian and the band and 
Mr. Castro's name stands in for all ours.