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Changing Seasons

Summer is in the rear mirror; and winter is ahead, but in the meanwhile, we have the beauty of Autumn in the Rockies.

Since moving to Colorado, we have come to look forward to “Aspen Season.” Unlike back east when fall seems to linger for many weeks, your opportunity for viewing the glory that our golden Aspens provide is quite fleeting…usually lasting only a couple of weeks, before a wind & rain storm or even an early snow ends their beautiful display.

This year was no exception with snow, wind and rain playing havoc, but still what a beautiful display. Fortunately, we had two opportunities to drive up into the mountains, only a short scenic hour’s trip. Even better, being retired, we can avoid making the trek on a weekend when the traffic can be horrendous and the crowds off-putting.

This season’s first trip was with Mart & Bob Larson and Martha Birney, two Mondays ago. This is an ongoing tradition for our small group. iPhone photos can’t do justice to the beauty of the scene. The aspens leaves sparkle in the sun and whistle with every breeze; you have to be there to understand and appreciate the experience.

The second foray was with our neighbors, Reid, Ping & Emma Hawk. For Emma, who is ten and in the fifth grade, it was her first time! She liked the aspens, but perhaps even more enjoyed playing in someone’s abandoned teepee skeleton.

Both trips were very successful and delightful; it makes one feel more alive being out in the fresh air and admiring Nature’s handiwork. Whenever we drive up to Kenosha Pass, we always make sure to stop at The Shaggy Sheep Restaurant, usually for breakfast. If you find yourself there, make sure you order the jalapeño and cheese biscuits with gravy–oh my!

Finally, as some of you might know, this past week, Sue celebrated her 81st Birthday; she has long been superstitious about this birthday (her mother died a month before her 81st birthday), so it was good to get this one behind us! I

It was made even better because on her actual birthday, Charlie & best friend and honorary grandson, Dylan, were able to join us for a dinner that featured Sue’s favorite food, oysters on the half shell. Charlie says he enjoys eating a couple, but still prefers them to be fried. Dylan thought one was enough thank you.

When we got home that evening, Erin’s flowers were waiting for her; Erin & John are sill in Cuba and will be until next summer. Bryn & Joel couldn’t be with us for the birthday dinner, but they made up for it by taking us to their favorite neighborhood diner, Looking Good, making it nearly a week of celebrations!

We hope your fall is a nice one!

Butterflies and other wildlife

Margaret Renkl is one of my favorite writers. She lives in Nashville, TN and often writes about her hometown in both observations about what’s happening in her backyard as well as local and state politics. I am most familiar with her opinion pieces that appear regularly in the New York Times, but I have just started listening to an audio recording of her book, A Crowd of Crows, which has been described as “a literary devotional: fifty-two chapters that follow the creatures and plants in her backyard over the course of a year.” I highly recommend the book and following her in the NYT as well.

Today’s opinion piece, entitled “How to Count Butterflies” describes in Renkl’s gentle prose her joy in walking in her fall garden and seeing the butterflies who are to be found feasting upon the various native plants she has carefully chosen to propagate to encourage butterflies and other beneficial insects to stay and hopefully reproduce.

Most of us can recognize monarch feasting on native milkweed as seen in the photo below.

Butterflies, like so much of our native insects, are in a precipitous decline, due to lose of habitat and global warming. I am a terrible observer of what’s going on about me, but even I can remember times past when there were a lot more insects and butterflies buzzing or flitting around us, but Renkl, a careful observer and documentarian, is a much more reliant narrator.

She closed today’s piece with the following: “Like so much of the still-living world, the butterflies in my pollinator garden are a reminder of what I most need to remember. That we must find some way to keep faith in the future. That we must find some way to save them.” And I might add, ourselves.

We can’t give up hope, but we must do all that we can to save and protect our natural world.

Focal Points

A friend recently wrote a blog in which she mentioned Chef José Andrés of the World Central Kitchen saying that he was always “looking for the helpers.” What a good admonishment for all of us. I have admired Chef Andres for a number of years, especially since his work in Puerto Rico after Hurricane Maria and more recently in Gaza. Fortunately there are helpers everywhere you look.

Last Friday we attended a gala fund raiser or Lotería for Focus Points Family Resource Center, a local non profit here in Denver, that provides community support and outreach. The organization certainly meets my criteria for “helpers.” Their motto is “Building better communities by strengthening families.”

Lotería is similar to bingo, but uses pictures of familiar objects on its playing card. We didn’t win anything but had fun playing, knowing the proceeds were going to helping the community

Until Bryn started working for the organization last November, we were unaware of the organization and the wonderful work that it does, but attending the Lotería we learned so much more about their mission. Our friends, Mart & Bob Larson came along with us, and Bryn acted as our host. What a fun evening in support of a good cause.

We are proud and delighted that Bryn is now associated with this extraordinary organization and attending their Lotería annual fund raising gave us an excellent opportunity to learn more about all of the services that Focus Points provides. Bryn serves as their financial controller, a daunting task given the challenges currently facing organizations like hers that serve immigrant and diverse communities.

Focus Points is a strong and vital organization and has been around for thirty years. They have developed a multi-pronged program focusing on family support, community development, education for both children and adults, financial literacy, job training, creating opportunities for new entrepreneurs and small local businesses, and urban farming.

Like most non-profit organizations, Focus Points depends on community support, volunteers, donations, and grants. Until this year, this formula meant that the organization could grow and enhance its outreach.

Unfortunately, this year federal grants for cultural enrichment and services, especially to new immigrants, have been slashed. As a result, Focus Points has lost a half million dollar federal grant and will have to discontinue its Wildflower School, an English as a Second Language learning center, that has operated for the last fifteen years.

Eight experienced language teachers will lose their jobs, and hundreds of children and adults will lose access to skills helping them integrate into American society, do well in school, or find meaningful work. Bryn and her colleagues are devastated, as you can imagine, and we were appalled to hear this news. All the teachers were at the event and everyone tried to put a good face on a bad situation, but it is a blow to the organization and the entire community.

We hope to do more with Focus Points in the coming months as Bryn tells us that there are always volunteer opportunities. Denver cannot afford to lose Focus Points and the valued “helpers” who make up the Organization. Perhaps we can help in some small way to make sure that Focus Points is around for another 30 years.

Mackey Reunion 2025

I made a quick trip to Western North Carolina to join more than 50 friends and family at the 2025 Mackey Reunion. (Unfortunately, Sue, still recovering from Covid, couldn’t accompany me.)

The Mackeys first came to Weaverville, Buncombe Country, North Carolina early in the 19th century and settled in the northern part of the county in and around Weaverville. Our branch of the Mackey family has been gathering for nearly 50 years, starting when my “Granny Mackey” was still alive and reigned as the matriarch of the Mackey Clan.

I think Granny would be delighted and happy to know that so many of her progeny showed up–this was the best turnout in years. She and my grandfather had eleven children, six girls and five boys, over the course of twenty years. There were forty in my generation of cousins, and I don’t know how many great grandchildren and great great grandchildren there are now.

Weaverville, NC is situated in the rolling hills of North Buncombe, CO; in my opinion some of the prettiest country around, though it is just now recovering from the devastation of Hurricane Helene which wreaked havoc in the area, not quite a a year ago now in September 2024.

My cousin Paul kindly drove me all over the countryside to show me the damage that had been done by the storm. Many people, although fortunately no one in the immediate family, are still waiting to receive the assistance they need to rebuild and restart their lives.

My mother, Carlie (now 97) and two sisters, Isabel (99) and Marie (88), are the only ones of the children still with us. Mom and Aunt Marie attended the reunion, along with much of their extended families.

This year all of my siblings planned to attend, but my sister, Glenda, who was to chauffeur Mom, was laid low with a severe sinus infection, leaving her with fatigue and vertigo. My brother Dale & his wife Carrie brought Mom instead, and my sister Sandy & her daughter Sarah took her home. My nephew Glenn and his wife, Garland, and their two children, Art & Harvey came on their own. They have been some of the most consisten attendees at past reunions. Mom was in 7th Heaven and it was great fun for us all, but we missed not having Glenda with us.

The Clauhs children, Freddy, Paul, Bobby, Laurie & Margaret, really have played a vital role in keeping the reunion going these last few years. I can’t thank them enough for their thoughtfulness and hard work in providing this wonderful opportunity for all of us Mackey Descendents.

Aunt Bell who will turn 99 on September 28th was not able to attend, but some of us visited with her after the reunion. She now lives in a care facility and doesn’t get out much, but she remains a feisty and an entertaining conversationalist and raconteur.

She had us laughing and hanging on her stories throughout our visit–despite her hearing problems. We reluctantly had to leave after more than an hour visiting. I am just astounded by her mental acuity and cheerfulness. I have to ask myself that if I live so long, will I be as alert and sociable?

It would not have been easy for me to attend the reunion without my cousin, Tracie Mackey & her husband, Jimmy Emory, who picked me up at the Asheville airport; Aunt Marie & Uncle Fred, who hosted me Friday evening and provided a scrumptious southern supper of ham, green beans, creamed corn & potato salad, all lovingly made by Aunt Marie; and Patty & Bobby Clauhs who hosted me Saturday evening at their mountain cabin, fed me & then carried me back to the airport on Sunday morning. Bobby and I stayed up after Patty went to bed, sitting around a campfire Saturday night, talking, catching up, and recalling family stories until a passing rain storm finally drove us in.

Thanks to all of you!

It was a very short, but action packed, visit. I loved the reunion and loved re-connecting with family, many of whom I had not seen for years & years. I especially liked seeing the youngest cousins.

I haven’t mentioned everyone who came–I probably didn’t even talk to everyone who was there, but the experienced has warmed my heart beyond description.

Charlie’s Summer

Now that Charlie is a teenager, we often don’t see him as much as we would like, although during the school year, he would have us pick him and his buddy, Dylan, up after school at least once a week. Maybe it’s because we are always good for a fast food foray. They were almost always voracious and wanted to stop at Panera, McDonald’s, or their current favorite, Taco Bell, We don’t mind, as long as we can be along for the ride.

As many of you know, Charlie has been break dancing since he was about six; he is very diligent about it, attending class usually a couple of times a week and practicing at home. Just as school was letting out for the summer, he participated in a Cypher which we got to attend. We certainly think he was one of the best there; if you want to see Charlie dancing, click here: Charlie at a B Boy Cypher

Thanks to a friend of the family who does PR for a local TV channel, Charlie had the opportunity to visit a studio and make a short promo video for the summer movie release, Freakier Friday. We were his ride and got to watch the filming. The people at the channel could not have been more welcoming. Not sure Charlie has a TV career in his future, but everyone, including Charlie, had fun. Click Denver Freakier Friday for the video.

If it’s a board–snowboard, surfboard, or skateboard Charlie is game. This summer as in previous summers, Charlie got to fly to Florida to visit with his other grandparents, and once again go surfing in the Atlantic. Later that same visit, he and his Dad, did a skateboarding tour of Miami. What a lucky guy!

There’s always time for a getaway with his Mom as well, whether it’s a baseball game or a weekend in Glenwood Springs.

Any day spent with Charlie is a good day for his Oma and Opa. We can’t believe that he is 13 and has just started the 8th Grade…where has the time gone? Wasn’t it just last summer when we took him to Rocky Mountain National Park?

Thoughts on Climate Change

Are you like us and enjoy watching Richard Attenborough‘s Planet Earth series? Recently Sue and I started rewatching Planet Earth II, which was first streamed in 2023. The documentary series is beautifully filmed and well worth watching, both seasons, but the second series continuously reminds us that we are en route to losing so much of our natural world.

In the first season, Attenborough admitted that for many years he was a skeptic about climate warming, but more recently, he has come to understand that our planet is facing an existential climate warming crisis. In fact, he says he believes that we might not have more than 20 years to deal with our climate catastrophe or suffer irreparable consequences.

The polar regions, which act as our planet’s air conditioner, are warming faster than other regions in the world. Ice cover reflects heat; water absorbs it; it really is as simple as that. Every year, because of the increase of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere, more and more of the ice cover in both the Arctic and Antarctic is melting; and it may not be too long into the future before the Arctic Ocean is no longer frozen over in the winter. Greenland and the continent of Antartica are melting faster and faster each year as well. Ocean rising looks inevitable, threatening many American cities like New York, Norfolk, Miami, and New Orleans to mention only a few. Already many coastal cities flood after every rain, and a hurricane could completely inundate and decimate one or more of them.

As many of you know over the past decade we have enjoyed visiting San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, where we were introduced to bird watching and the work of the Audubon Society of Mexico. You really never forget the first time you see a Vermillion Flycatcher sitting on a Saguaro cactus or a Caracara soaring in a Mexican blue sky. But even in San Miguel, these birds are less common because of overdevelopment and climate change.

When you visit your favorite park, do you ever think to yourself, “There don’t seem to be as many birds as there were when I was a child?” Well, it’s true. “The North American bird populatidon is down by 2.9 billion or 40% of all breeding adults, with devastating losses among birds in every biome. Forests alone have lost 1 billion birds. Grassland bird populations collectively have declined by 53%, or another 720 million birds.” You only need to be a frequent walker in your local city park or feed birds in your backyard to notice the decline. Pollinators and other insects are declining even worse.

Many governments world wide, though, continue to act like there is no climate change. Unfortunately, our government, after decades leading the fight to save the environment, has done a complete volte-face or reversal dealing with this issue. The so-called Big Beautiful Bill, now law, has placed our country totally in thrall to the fossil fuel industry. In addition to taking away health care and basic nutrition from millions of poor Americans, It threatens to destroy the small progress we have made in the last couple of decades dealing with climate change.

Over the last century the US government has subsidize the fossil industry to the tune of trillions of dollars, far more than what we have recently done for the green industry. This administration seeks to return to that old burn baby burn paradigm to the detriment of all of our futures. Why? What good, for example, does it do to cripple the EV industry here in America? If our car industry is not allowed and encouraged to compete with China in the manufacturing of EVs, the entire industry will die. The future of transportation is not with the gas combustion engine. China is about to eat our lunch.

I am at best a mediocre environmentalist and a half-assed recycler. I don’t think twice about booking a flight across country or to Europe or Latin America. Fortunately though we still have managed, almost without planning, to reduce our carbon footprint, at least in part. We live in a high-rise apartment in densely populated downtown Denver. For three or four years after we retired and moved to Denver, we did without a car, but during the pandemic we decided that with all of our medical appointments and grocery shopping, etc., we needed a car. We at first bought a hybrid, but after a couple of years passed it on to our daughter, Bryn.

Sue and I then bought a 2022 Chevy EV Bolt, but, being the astute bargainers we are, we didn’t get a subsidy or rebate. That didn’t matter. We just wanted a small electric car to get around town. Since buying it, we have spent about $80 a month to recharge it, but not another cent for upkeep or maintenance. And every time I drive it, I feel just a little bit better about helping the environment. EVs will not singlehandedly fix the climate crisis, nor are they for everyone, but in ten years, we and the rest of the world are going to be driving Chinese, Korean, or Japanese electric cars because the American automobile industry will be defunct or on its last legs, trying to sell gas burning cars that no one wants or needs .

Family, Friends & Food–Part II

After our fun trip to Rehobeth Beach, we spent another day at the farm, and then John & Bonnie chauffeured us to Washington to meet Erin, not an easy task given DC’s well-known traffic congestion. Our trip this time was no exception.

Rather than make John drive all the way into the center of town, we opted for parking at the New Carrollton Metro station and Ubering into town. Little did we know that since last visiting the station, so much construction and redevelopment has taken place that it was going to be a trial of our patience. We missed the turnoff for the station, forcing us onto the Capital Beltway and a twenty minute (3 mile) detour, and once we arrived back at New Carrollton, the signage was so bad it took us three trips around the block to finally find the parking garage.

Fortunately, the Uber ride to the Old Ebbitt Grill, where we were meeting Erin, went smoothly, and we enjoyed talking with our driver, Stanley, who hailed from Ghana originally. Sue & I shared with him how much we had enjoyed visiting Ghana, some 25 years ago, when Erin was spending her semester abroad at the University of Ghana at Accra. Stanley tells us that Accra has grown and changed so much that we wouldn’t recognize it. I am sure that is probably a good thing for Ghana, but we enjoyed our time in what was then a sleepy tropical capital and remember it fondly.

Erin feted us all at the Old Ebbitt Grill–we feasted on oysters and delicious crab cakes. Maryland crab cakes are the best, at least in our opinion; fortunately these met our high expectations. In addition, they offered a wonderful dessert menu from which I chose a seasonal peach bread pudding. It arrived with a candle and everyone singing Happy Birthday. It might have been the best bread pudding I have ever had. This was the first of three birthday celebrations for me…each one better than the last, perhaps.

The next day, Friday, July 18, Sue and I met up with some longtime friends and colleagues from my Library of Congress days. Barby & Howard Morland made the arrangements for all of us to meet at Poets & Busboys in Shirlington. For us it was a great and long overdue reunion.

We were seated at a long table accommodating all seven of us, including Barby & Howard, Abby Yochelson, Tori Hill, and Kathy Woodrell, and us.

We spent more than two hours eating and laughing, with only occasional digressions on our concerns about the current state of affairs and the damage being done to the Federal workforce. Back in the late 1980s, Tori & I hired Abby and Kathy, along with a number of other young librarians, after a long hiring freeze. It was a great decision, especially after Barby joined us, and my experience working at the Library was a highlight and joy of my career. We are all retired now, but we still hold dear the time we spent working or researching at the Library of Congress, one of the World’s great libraries and research centers and a national treasure .

But even treasures need to be cherished and nourished and can only function and prosper with a dedicated workforce and management. Like so much of the Federal work force, however, the Library of Congress and its employees are under siege. Most recently, the Librarian of Congress was fired, without cause. The reason given was ,that children were being exposed to unsuitable content about transgenders and drag queens. The White House clearly isn’t aware that the Library of Congress is not open to anyone under the age of 18.

Later that evening, Sue & I, along with Erin & John, met up with our niece, Susie and her husband Gerry at the Bangkok 54 Thai Restaurant in Arlington for my second birthday celebrations–how lucky can a guy be? Another fantastic meal & a great time for visiting and catching up. I ordered a Whole Fried Flounder, which was perfectly prepared, but also almost too much, even with everyone sharing.

It was our last event with John as he was heading out the next morning for a wilderness camping trip with friends in Colorado, but we enjoyed being with him for even a limited amount of time. We miss Erin and John not being in Denver, especially as it has proven next to impossible for us to visit them in Cuba.

For our time in DC, Erin booked us into the AKA White House, a residence hotel where she and John were staying. It provides roomy and comfortable apartments and is a great retreat in downtown DC, just a couple of blocks the White House. Several mornings, before the heat of the day set in, I was able to take a walk around the neighborhood usually walking through Lafayette Park and by the White House. There are surprisingly few tourists around at 7:00 am.

All good things, though, do come to an end, but before we left town on June 21st, Erin took us to the Taverna del Albardero for one final delicious meal to commemorate my birthday a third time. We can’t recommend the restaurant too much. All of us ordered an “arroz” (think a Spanish version of risotto) with lobster and shrimp–melt in your mouth delicious. Flan de la abuela was the chosen dessert to share, although I ate the lion’s share. The next morning Erin went off to training, and Sue and I finished packing and ubered to National Airport for an afternoon return flight home.

And thus ended our lovely Summer’s Interlude.

Friends, Family and Food Part I

Sue and I recently spent ten days visiting with family and friends on the Maryland Eastern Shore and DC. We had a great time, but after more than a week in that hot and steamy climate, we definitely know that we made the right choice when we decided to settle in Denver more than decade ago; although weather was not the sole or even main reason.

First stop after arriving at BWI airport was a crab feast with Sue’s family, the Roschy Clan (14 of us) at Fisherman’s Crab Deck, Kent Island, MD. Like riding a bike, once you learn to pick crabs, you never forget. After one, though, Sue decided to go for a Maryland Crab Cake—there’s nothing better anywhere, but I stuck with the crabs and managed to clean off more than a half a dozen. Surrounded by what seemed like hundreds of other diners, the atmosphere was incredibly loud, but also convivial. By moving around and switching chairs, we caught up with everyone’s goings on & happenings.

The gathering included Sue’s brother and sister-in-law, John & Bonnie, and other members of the family; Susie & Jerry Kavinski & their daughters, Abby & Evelyn; Dean & Anita Roschy, and Ann & Dusty Eastman & their daughter, Hannah, and finally Sue’s youngest brother, Tim Roschy. Not all of us made it into the post dinner photo below.

Sated and content, we drove back to John and Bonnie’s Eastern Shore Anchor Rest Farm for a restful few days. It’s definitely a place to chill and relax. John & Bonnie were, as always, the consummate hosts. In addition to great in-laws, John & Bonnie are good friends and great traveling companions, as any one familiar with this blog well know. It is always good to be with them, and we much appreciated their warmth and hospitality this time and always.

The Maryland Eastern Shore is made up of mostly small towns and family farms. You drive through miles of flat, but beautiful countryside dotted with green fields of corn, wheat, and soybeans before arriving at their lovely home. Sitting on their front porch on a summer’s eve is a gift of serenity.

One afternoon we decided to visit the nearby Tuckahoe Maryland State Park, which was created more than 60 years ago through the efforts of Bonnie’s father, Robert Dean, who was a Maryland State Senator for many years. He loved this land where he was born and grew up. This summer John & Bonnie’s granddaughter, Hannah Eastman, is working at the camp, and she was delighted to show us around and talk about how meaningful for her this beautiful gift to the people of Maryland is and will be for many generations to come. We were all charmed by her tour and narrative.

Having rested and rejuvenated at the farm for several days, we moved on to Rehobeth Beach, DE, which is a little more than an hour’s drive from John & Bonnie’s farm. Throughout the year, but even moreso in the summer, thousands of city dwellers from Baltimore, Philadelphia and DC, flock to beach towns all along the Atlantic Beach front of the Delmarva Peninsula. Beach traffic often chokes the roads leading from these metropolitan areas to the shore, and wherever you go it is sure to be a topic of conversation.

Rehobeth Beach, with its milelong board walk, lined with restaurants, souvenir shops, and small hotels, is the quintisential Delmarva beach town; caramel corn, saltwater taffy, and ice cream are always necessary purchases you stroll along of an evening. Those who are familiar with famous beaches around the world might find it a little underwhelming–the Atlantic Ocean waters can be chilly even in the summer & the beach with its choppy waves, quickly drops off to deeper water, making it difficult for people of a certain age to venture in and remain upright. But locals love going to beach and having it so close.

The sand is soft, and we enjoyed just lounging near the waterline and people watching–especially the children who alternate jumping in the waves with making sand castles on the shore. We were really impressed with the lifeguards stationed all along the boardwalk; they were ever diligent in monitoring the water and whistling cautions to the swimmers who ventured too far out. On our second day there at about three-thirty, they whistled everyone out of the water, and then a half hour later, we were all told to clear the beach–a thunderstorm was fast approaching, and they wanted to avoid anyone getting struck by lightning.

Another day we found ourselves sitting beside a gregarious and friendly man, Miliam and his family of four. Talking with him, we learned that Miliam had come to the US more than a decade ago, to escape his war ravaged country, Kosovo. He settled in Lancaster, PA and quickly found a job as a mechanic in a factory there. Welcomed by his new friends and neighbors, he decided to return home to marry his childhood sweetheart. They returned to Lancaster where they bought a small home and are raising their two American born children. The entire family loves coming to Rehobeth, which they do every summer.

We all really enjoyed learning Miliam’s story; the story of millions of Americans like him who have added so much to our nation. But this story is now closed off to people around the world. We have let fear and nationalism blind us to the good that immigrants have brought and still could bring to our country. Now we have heavily armed and masked thugs patrolling our streets and intimidating people who don’t look like “Americans.”

Is this really who we are? I hope not.

No Kings

By nature, I am an optimist and always have been throughout my life. I’ve always felt that life is good and that positive thinking is the best way to face life.  Fortunately, I have not suffered many tragedies or insurmountable setbacks, so it has been easy to remain optimistic.

More and more, faced with the political and cultural turmoil in our country, maintaining that optimism has become harder and harder. We are barely five months into the Trump presidency and it seems that the forces of autocracy, greed, and graft are riding high.

This week our imbecilic but powerful president has tried to normalize the presence of our military in American streets to maintain “law and order.”  Such actions by the English monarchy in the 18th century was one of the main reasons leading up to the American revolution. We wanted no king then, and we certainly don’t need one now.

Trump and his minions have complete control of the executive and legislative branches of the government, and we can only hope that the third branch, the judiciary will save us and the world, from this madness. This president and his MAGA minions are completely within their rights to enact laws that set forth their retrograde agenda.  (They won the election!) They can promulgate a budget that will bankrupt this country and make the superrich in this country even richer, while making the rest of us poorer and sicker.

One aspect of this complete takeover and decimation of our government which is most incomprehensible to me is the war on science and education–how can any 21st century educated person doubt and question the scientific method and the pursuit of knowledge in order to understand our world and what we have done to it over these last two hundred years of the Industrial Revolution.

All of this was brought to mind recently as I began reading a story in the New York Times about the Atlantic Hurricane season which began on June 1. We are completely unprepared for it because of the decimation of the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration by DOGE–the so called Department of Government Efficiency.  Elon Much may be gone, but his henchmen and the damage that they have and will inflict on the government and the nation remains.

NOAA has lost more than twenty percent of its personnel, and the vast majority of that lose is made up of senior scientists and experienced  administrators.  Local offices around the country have been closed or have had to reduce their hours of operation for lack of budget and personnel.  This year, NOAA’s fleet of hurricane hunters are likely to be grounded or inoperable because of budget cuts rather than patrolling the storm clouds above the Atlantic and Gulf.

Twenty years ago, we had to wait for tropical storms to actually form before we could begin to study them and predict where they might strike and with what intensity.  But because of modern computers and science, coupled with experienced and talented administration and staffing, we can now predict with incredible accuracy the first indication, development, path, and intensity of hurricanes.

Explosively developing super storms used to happen only once a decade in the recent past, but because of climate warming, they are now almost a yearly occurrence, and they are inflicting an incredible amount of infrastructural damage, but because of accurate early warnings, storm death tolls are usually small. This could all change with the emasculation of NOAA and the National Hurricane Center, many more lives might be lost.

It is much the same story with our National Institutes of Science and Medicine. Researchers and scientists have been fired, retired or resigned.  Grants are not being dispersed to our major universities to study disease and epidemics–work that takes good minds, sound research, and dedication.  Thanks to the charlatans who now run these agencies, the American population has lost confidence in vaccines; we could see thousands of people die because of this, many of them children. Measles is one of the more virulent and deadly of diseases, but as a society we now seem to be saying—who cares? The parents of children who die from this an other childhood diseases will care.

And yet our biggest cultural worry is that a “trans girl”  might be allowed to compete in girl’s high school sports or use a woman’s bathroom. Is that really the most important issue of out times?

But back to the US soldiers and marines patrolling our streets. It now seems that this government only worries about “illegal aliens” in sanctuary cities; if they are working on farms or in the hotel and tourist industry, then they are OK.  This campaign against undocumented immigrants is madness.  We need these immigrants to take care of our old people and mind our children. We need them to build the millions of houses and apartments we so desperately lack. Who’s going to build and repair our roads, bridges and other infrastructure?

We don’t have to spend billions of dollars to round up peaceable, hard working, law-abiding people with storm troopers.  We can spend that money and effort on enacting better immigration laws and creating the administrative structures to deal with people who are seeking a chance to live and raise their children in a better place.