Christmas Day 2014

Well, the evil empire of Christmas Merchandising has raked in their haul for another year and some have even found ways to squeeze out even more dollars between now and the first weeks of the new year. The Dow average moved into uncharted waters again during the final days before Christmas.

The financial giants of the investment houses are getting ready to grab what little is left for the less than one-percent (notice how many one-percent  movie stars are dumping their multimillion-dollar homes for half-price lately). Warren Buffett is even reported as being concerned while answering questions for six hours at the Berkshire-Hathaway annual stockholders meeting this month in Nebraska. Payton Manning is using the Omaha at the moment.

The reading of the tea leaves isn't looking good, all-the-while, the economy is bustling according to Washington and some noted pundits of the blog-o-spheres that sometimes seem to be running up and down the pole like gale warning flags on the seashores marinas. Come on 2015!!

I've done something unusual this year. I cut the thermostat back to 60 degrees and put on a sweater. At night, the top sheet and a downed comforter makes for the best sleep that I have had in years. It's been worth it too. Checking my dashboard for my electric usage made me almost choke as I took a swig of coffee just before reading that normal usage for users was 1300 kWh and my like users were 650 kWh. The chocking swig came when the sea saw chart said that I was at 303 kWh for the month with only a few days to go in the billing cycle. That fact with gasoline prices at $1.84 at my last fill-up two days ago combined with my 10-percent senior citizens discount at K-rogers with their electronic coupons on featured items is fantastic. Also, being in or out of the donut hole at the pharmacist ( I can never remember which one--in or out- gets me free prescriptions during December). All that made me yump for joy (that's a Cuban thing from an old friend who called our  mutual friend Joyce--Yoyce ). Yes, Virginia, there really is a way to not give the Edison companies such easy money. I'm still rather put out that TXU built six new coal-gas generating power plants to "help" the grid then watch their parent company file Chapter 11. That left the consumer on the hook to pay for their infrastructure.Their profit-rich delivery system, Oncor, is ripe for some energy financial to pluck them up and make a few more millions, or billions, in the bottom-line of someone's financials. That will take more years to figure out who really did end up with the balance sheet rich with profits.

For many years, marketing put food on my table. For that, I am thankful. But, when you pull back on the zoom lens and see the wider picture as a whole, you begin to see that the education to learn the marketing game really only served to make me a better shopper than most of my peers. That's not the glorified, award-winning (though, I have won a few of those) career success story (and I have had a more successful career than most). In short-- it's all a big perception game. Last week pointed that out to me more than anything else of recent days.

While at Love Field shooting some live feed images of the Southwest pickets by the Local 555 of the Transport Workers Union, a situation developed right in front of me. I walked over and instinctively snapped a couple of shots of what had just happened. Almost immediately, a guy yells out-"We don't want any pictures".  I walked away going back to the pickets. Although, I was on public right-of-way of the public street where the guy was standing and yelling he didn't want pictures.

 The Southwest "ramp rats" (in the airport business that 's what they are called) even in their labor dispute still had some humor for not having a pay-increase in six years. They also had the humor to find a big inflatable rat as their mascot. Still, the image that I had just seen weighed on my mind. Deep down inside, I knew that I should have submitted the image to the live feeds because it was a  troubling image involving two big beautiful draft horses who were now suffering and in pain. It didn't help knowing that the vet said to me earlier last month that my cat was suffering with cancer. Since then, and just beginning to recover from my grieving was a situation that caused harm to big animals during transportation that were not even mine or me knowing anything about their history. Yet, they were animals hurt unnecessarily and suffered because of it.

Yes, it is a perception thing that swings the pendulum of the universe. First it's a flash of light for billions of light years away. Then, it's the birth of a new galaxy, then a star in that galaxy--you get the point......the end result is a view of a giant astroid heading straight at you. Not exactly what it was perceived as in the beginning. And yet, the bottom line is that it really doesn't matter in the end other than how you perceive yourself and your family, hopefully with a belief of a higher power who set this all in motion as an emotion or just having fun to see what we do with his curves in the road.

The first thing I thought about when I awoke this morning was how I miss the Dawg. This being the first Christmas without her, I did wish her a Merry Christmas where ever her spirit might be. As the morning progressed through the coffee pot markings, my favorite classical station filled the room with Christmas and post Christmas pieces. For me, that's a quasi-lethal combination. My mind, when combined with classical music and coffee, makes the most creative times for me. Albeit, coupled with a pen and paper or a computer program with Word or some such typewriter-like device. While I can write legiably very fast, I've always been able to type with accuracy at a three-digit wpm rate since high school. Still, my mind was processing the "what to do" question about the extra two or three shots from Love Field. They are not as graphic as the one that I will probably post here but from the perception point of view, it solves the issue of the first couple of shots for the moment. In fact, I will most likely make a posting totally on that event somewhere down the line in the new year. It is coming to a head, so-to-speak with the new reality show in January of transporting large animals as a business. Mostly, the show will feature people who transport zoo animals to and fro. My question immediately is why do they have to be transported at all? Unless for an emergency but certainly not creating an emergency in transporting an animal. It's money, mostly but that's a perception isn't it?

Well, two pictures for you this winter holiday afternoon.

The Ramp Rat Mascot from the Local 555 Transport Workers at Southwest Airlines.Even Herb would like the Mascot!

Residue from the animal accident (This is not the most graphic shot).

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Holidays Can Flip Reality

There are few things in this world that amaze me anymore to the extent that I jump up out of the chair and say,"WOW!,No Way". I just did that! Some guest on a local television channel took a cut-out gingerbread man, turned it upside down and started to decorate it with icing. When finished it was the neatest reindeer cookie that I have ever seen. Yep! from Gingerbread boy to Reindeer simply by looking at something from a different angle and some creative frosting and cake decorating tricks.

That's the key to photography. Take something and improve on it. Change the light. Shoot from a whole different angle (i.e., above, ground level, blur foreground, blur background) but to take something as simple as a blank piece of gingerbread dough cut-out and turned upside down really did almost crash land my brain for a few seconds. Amazing. It really was. The legs became the antlers and the upside down head because the face of Rudolph, complete with a red gum drop as the nose.

From there, it was off to the drugstore to pick up a refill, then on to see the cardiologist, who  has  been leaking melanin ever since I've known him.  He has more white hair than someone with a head full of white hair. That's a bad leak. If you only had a little leak, you get silver hair and still have a lot of brown or black or red hair remaining. For a long time. So the moral of this story as well as the long and the short of it is this: if you don't like a melanin leak, you can always run to your Clairol Professional. Don't you see? You could even use a Clairol Hair color chart and find a Clairol Gray. I'm just glad that I see silver rather than white on my head. Always did like silver! Well, that is when I was no longer a teenager. Mom wouldn't peroxide my roots and that beautiful head of blond hair was growing out fast.This mop of brown with a little Gaelic red from who knows how many generations back in history would just have to get me through the next 40 years or so. That was 45-years ago!

While getting my EKG, it struck me that I could have been having lunch with my brother. What else struck me was a new cartoon on the doctor's wall. It wasn't as funny as the old one of an old man saying to his postman that the squirrels must be harvesting nuts again. He hadn't seen three of his neighbors in days.Funny what you think about while waiting to see the out-come of a test.

Tomorrow, as it gets colder outside, I need to make a fast trip to the drugstore to pick-up yet another prescription that was changed up today at the doctor's. After leaving the doctor's I went back to the pharmacy only to find that the pharmacist would have to order the meds. That means I'll have to go back out tomorrow, then I can  spend the rest of the day listening to the sounds of the season and   working in the kitchen. I'm going to cook the ham  a day early.

 Hopefully, I can listen to the BBC's annual broadcast of the Nine Lessons and Carols live from King's College, Cambridge. It's a beautiful service and for me has long kicked off the true Christmas season as it does in England. If not, I'll catch the re-broad cast on Christmas Day. About an hour and one-half  service some 5,000 miles away does more good for my heart than all the pills and implanted wires that I walk around with today. Which reminds me, I have to go on line and check the time, find the PBS or NPR station that will carry it this year, so I'm ready to plug in and listen live.

Having shared a little bit of my day here's hoping y'all have a great holiday season regardless of where you are and regardless of how much melanin you might be loosing------

Happy Holidays

Merry--Sound Off--Christmas

This time of year has always been a favorite of mine because of the colorful lights, decorations and festive spirit that is displayed not just around me but world-wide. The latest example of that was an image seen on a live image feed of the Bandaranaike/Colombo International Airport in Sri Lanka. A woman was standing in one concourse dressed in her Burqa in front of a 9-foot Christmas tree with packages underneath the poinsettia-laced tree and decorations. A very beautiful tree half-way around the world.

Ft. Worth, is outstanding for bringing it's Sundance Square Christmas tree, a 58-foot blue spruce, from the northern part of the lower peninsular of Michigan. That area has some of the best Christmas tree farms in the nation. There has always been a bit of competition between Ft. Worth and Dallas except for the joint venture with the DFW International Airport. Otherwise, it's been a "you build a bridge, I'll build a bridge" type competition. While both cities contribute to the overall quality of life in the Metroplex, it gets to be somewhat funny watching the cities trying to outdo each other.  Dallas has taken on the largest urban development project ever undertaken by a city with the Trinity Corridor Project. They are making remarkable progress, too.

Sorry to say, however, the Trinity flows south and I am afraid that the development moving toward south Dallas is happening as a result of the Trinity and not totally for south Dallas as a community. I hope that I am wrong. Dwaine Caraway, councilman, is absolutely the leader that needs to be there for the south Dallas community. He is fair. He is honest. He does care about Dallas and about south Dallas. The PGA Golf Course and the Horse Park can be an economic engine for south Dallas if it isn't caught up in a political eddy of the Trinity Corridor. 


This past Sunday I walked the Arts District for the first time in many months. Seeing the Museum Towers finished,the success of Klyde Warren Park, the nearly finished outside skin of the new Hall Financial Group's tower across the street from the Morton H. Meyerson Symphony Center, continues to add to Dallas as a first class city. The new building is the first new office building in downtown in nearly 10 years. Although it is not the only new building, it is the first new office-type. At any given point along the new Skyline Trail, at least 6 crane-towers can be seen in the midst of construction projects, not counting the additional 6 or 7 that are being used in the new Horseshoe I-30/I-35E construction. Most of the literature and listings note that the Hall Financial will soon get a new neighbor much like the Museum Tower completed last year.

Now, the sound off. 
Consider it a Blue, Green, Red, White, Orange Light on a Fake Christmas Tree.

Most people that have settled in Dallas do not understand that the city is laid out on a NS/EW grid until you get to the area of Thanksgiving Square. There, the grid changes into a triangle headed NE/SW. I don't fully understand the why of those generations-old decisions, nor does it matter that much. The no new high rise rule by the FAA is cruel for development. I have been on the 42nd floor of City Place and have watched  planes take off from Love Field, climbing as they come directly at City Place. There is no sound reasoning to restrict building in downtown Dallas other than to restrict high rise development politically. The 5-mile rule is unnecessary. I know that the Park Cities ruffled their feathers when Love Field started landing more commercial flights on 13L 31R as a result of the terminal expansion at Love Field.

The Dallas City Hall, while designed by a world-class architect named I.M. Pei, I'm pretty sure that there was some order and thought given to why the city hall was located where it currently sits. The open-style plaza is a plus for the city. The reviewing stands for the end of the Christmas Parade has ended there the past couple of years.

Main Street Park seems to be the focal point now for the placement of the city's Christmas tree. While the park is nice, the plastic and fake Christmas tree that represents the city is a dud. A sad dud at that. Klyde Warren has a much better tree that represents the city.  Still, it isn't a live tree and it isn't  a citizen's tree  of distinction.

Frankly, the plaza in front of city hall would be a more symbolic place to display the city tree and decorations. It's almost like the city government is ashamed to have a tree at city hall. There could even be somewhere in the council minutes  a resolution or ordinance that was at issue with members-past. I don't know. Checking it out isn't part of this sound off. Past mistakes by council are history. What is part of this is that Ft. Worth has won the battle of the city Christmas tree. Dallas, you loose this one big time! What a shame. The big red balls are nice but they just don't cut it as a replacement for a true Christmas tree like Ft. Worth's. Even the Winspear's ornament is a "non-conform" to the red balls around the city.Dallas should pass an ordinance that from Thanksgiving until New Years Eve that any outdoor tree in downtown over 10 feet must be a live tree cut for that period. There! Ft. Worth, you still won this one!!

The new Hall Financial Group Tower as seen from the promenade outside the Winspear  Opera House. Note the gold ball  on Flora Street.

White Rock Lake Just Got Healthier

At least once a week I try to make a trip around White Rock Lake. Building leg muscles again has been a task, I can say. My heart is strong according to the cardi-man, but the meds have taken a toll on muscle building. I have  tried to get three cardio-walks in a week and that has helped. I am up to two miles per trip and still building. And, I can see why people fall into declining health if they do not make an effort to work toward building their body mass after a major heart event or any health issue that drains your strength or ability to function. But my goal is to be back riding my bike on 25-50 mile runs a gain.

If my former friend and college professor, Si Ma, can run the Boston Marathon at 70 years old for many years after age 70, then I  should be able to get my bike numbers up to when I could do 50-mile trips regularly on my bike.

This summer, I lost over 50 pounds. It was possible because I cut out sugars, starting eating more fresh fruit and eating health generally. I will say that one of the secrets for me was eating extra sharp cheddar cheese. My evening snack was a couple of slices cut in half and eaten on a unsalted saltine cracker. The next night, I ate 4-teaspoons of bulk popcorn popped in a McDonald bag in my microwave. I gave the bag a coupe of shakes with the salt shaker and that was it. The third night I eat a Mullers Yogart with raspberry side. That is what I do and I don't suggest to anyone that they would or will or could obtain the same results. It's all about math and metabolism activation. Mine activates in a different way than anyone else, but the key seems to be learning how to activate your own metabolism engine.

Now-- having said all that-- One of my favorite stores has finally arrived in Dallas and it touches the end of White Rock Lake at Gaston and Garland Road (TX78).

Yes, The Fresh Market has arrived and I have already consumed  a loaf of Batard and a loaf of Pumpkin bread. There is a loaf of Chocolate Chip Banana in the freezer until Christmas Eve Day when I will set it out to de-thaw for Christmas morning with my coffee.

The Fresh Market is so much better than Whole Foods and Central Market in my view. I have shopped their stores before and I like them from the entry wall to the exit door and every where in between those walls. They have the bulk coffee beans, the bulk nuts, the bulk this and that and then, there is the wonderful world of bulk candy! Orange slices that look orange, taste orange and chewy, not gummy. There isn't time or space to mention it all other than to conclude with the out-of-this-world Maryland Crab Cakes. Oh, my. I could grill for eternity! Here is a couple of pictures that are a bit grainy but you can experience the supermarket where the angles must shop!


So, without hardly gaining a pound-- 1500 calories = one-half pound in weight gain-- I will start planning my meals around some good fresh,quality foods and not waste an ounce of gas in the meanwhile.

Breads and coffee to sip as you shop

 Produce and classical music to listen as you shop

Two Case In Points

When I started out today, it was because it was the last day of November and the temperature was going to hit 80 degrees F. The future had already been forecast with a 50-degree drop thanks to an Arctic air mass dropping in from the northwest. "Gotta make hay while the sun shines" my grandfather would say. Here are two case in points.

Case in Point #1

Since the first model hit the streets, I have not liked the  SUV vehicles or double cabs or cab-and-a-half trucks. They are big and boxy and they block the view for the average driver. Sure, if  one wanted to hop on the bandwagon and pay more for tires, gas and all the other related cost, then that is one thing. But I do not want to pay the extra money just to be in style. There really must be a functional purpose. A car is transportation from point A to point B.

 Frankly, I could never see the benefit to having a SUV, until yesterday. Within five miles driving from North Park on Northwest Highway beyond the toll way to Love Field, my reservations were answered. I saw two separate SUV vehicles a couple of miles apart each doing the same thing with their SUV. Both drivers had 8-foot Christmas trees,complete with plastic stands already attached, strapped and tied down to the roof racks. Glory be! There really is a good use for a SUV, Virginia!

Case in Point  #2

The past couple of years there has been talk about the development of white water rapids for kayakers on the Trinity River. Then, there were problems with the rapids and the work had to be redone. There wasn't much talk about it afterwards, but several have expressed a desire to locate the rapids.

It seems that we have been looking for the wrong thing. While shooting a live feed of the return of Keith Lynch, the Dallas man that paddled roughly 4,000 miles from southwest Montana down five rivers through 15 states to arrive underneath the Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge Saturday, several photographers were talking about not being able to find the rapids either.

On Sunday, I decided that I was going to find the trail or rapids, or something that would fit the suspense.  Well, I did find it, long story short. WOW! I could not believe my eyes. It was amazing.
Here are some of the key facts:

• Santa Fe Trestle Trail

• Corinth and 8th Street, Oak Cliff

• West of the old Sears Catalog Distribution Center near Lamar and Corinth

• On Dart Rail at Corinth and 8th Station and Moore Park

On the wall of the Pavilion and Amphitheater is one of the most powerful statements an environmental supporter could ever read about wetlands. It says:

All water has perfect memory

And is forever trying to get back to where it was.

A View of Downtown. The low profile brown building is the old Sears and Roebuck Catalog Distribution Center from another age.

The Rapids Have Been Found

A beautiful Hike and Bike Trail. While the trail isn't that long, there is a lot to see. It took me about 2 hours and I could have spent more time there.

Dallas Bike Works

Dallas Bike Works. Thanks, Guys!

A big thank you to the guys at Dallas Bike Works for the use of their screwdriver on Wednesday. A simple tool that was needed for a ten minute job saved my day!! Thanks guys! Great Appreciation goes out to all of you for your help and you kindness. For sure, the sign of a great bike shop that gives customer service in the smallest of ways.

Wednesday was errand day before Turkey Day. While in Kroger's for a few last minute items, the thought occurred to me that my car registration was also due. At the customer service counter I presented the form to the lady behind the counter. Then with some surprise, she said, "I can't do this here". She turned the form around on the counter and pointed to a little box that said, " NEW PLATES REQUIRED." She then told me that I could get them at the Dallas Tax Office in Garland.

When I got there, the lines were fairly long with only two windows open. It was according to Murphy's Law--lunch time. Never-the-less, the line moved fairly quickly. I got my plates and sticker and headed to the parking lot. I pulled the car forward to the boon-docks of the parking lot and took off the old sticker and carefully put on the new sticker on my windshield. I placed the plates in my trunk with the full intention of putting the plates on when I got home as I only had a set of sockets in the little tool kit--no screw driver because I had taken it inside the house a month ago to tighten up a loose screw on my sound system. I know. I should have taken it back and put it were it belonged right then, if not then, at least the next trip to the car. But, I had a Senior Moment! I don't fight the phrase any longer. I find it very helpful to use it frequently, lately!

After making one more stop, when I came out to the car, I was checking the sticker to make sure that I had put it on straight when the license plate number jumped out at me. "Oh, no!" Here I am driving around doing  errands and I have old plates on the car that don't match the sticker! I did not panic but I was uncomfortable. So immediately, I'm thinking, here I am across town, where can I borrow a screwdriver to change my plates so that my plates agree with the new sticker? As I drove, I was looking for a landscape truck, or a park and recreation truck, but not luck.Any one that had a tool belt on would have been a God Send.  I was about three miles from the bike shop. I made a bee line straight to the bike shop. One of the guys had just made a trip to the dumpster and I rolled own my window and ask him if I could borrow a screwdriver for a couple of minutes. Thanks to him, I was able to change my plates in his parking lot so they agreed with my new sticker.

The Final Step I Forgot----

I have long known about the seven steps of grief. When the Dawg looked at me  with that look of, "what's happening to me" , I knew that she was really sick.The attack had come on suddenly. I got her to the vet and the other two post tell that story, but when I lost her at the vets, the shock was ever-present. The pain came as I stood by her until the very end. The anger came almost instantly as did the depression and loneliness.

By the end of the first week, I was beginning to make that much needed turn of putting a house, with a loyal pet as a member of that household back on the daily routine. The reconstruction and working through the grief process was finally coming to a close, but something just didn't feel right. There was still a void that had not been filled and I could not figure it out.

This morning, while drinking my coffee, my thoughts raced like the cartoon character, Roadrunner. Then my head cleared and I reached for the phone. After a phone call, I made  another call from the information gathered on the first call. The lady on the other end was nothing less than an angel. She called me back in about ten minutes and gave me the information that I needed. Within the hour, I was on my way up US 75. It didn't matter the miles. It didn't matter the gas. There was one thing that I needed to do that I  had failed to do after the Dawg's death. I had not accepted the fact that the Dawg was gone because I didn't know where she had been taken. I had to see where she was before I could accept the  fact that she was gone. It wasn't final yet and I needed to have that final acceptance knowing the general vicinity of where her remains had been scattered before I could accept that she was, indeed gone and I could finally move on.


It turned out that much as I had expected, a landfill was involved. I could accept that. There is controlled methods even in a waste management facility. Some, I suppose, could not accept that fact, but in reality, it is a much more sane method than most realize.

Before leaving the house, a big old burly man broke down and cried like a baby. I had not done that  process either. The people that became involved were all caring, compassionate individuals.Not once, did anyone display anything but compassion and care. They talked to people I could have never reached on my own and when the process was done, even the truck drivers in line at the scale were not displaying any signs of being mad or angry having to wait in line as the line grew because of me.  It was as if the universe was working together for a common cause, as it should.

It was a bit more of a drive than I had expected, but a drive that had to be made never-the-less. On the way home, there was a much different emotion than I had experienced earlier in the day. There was no question, being able to accept the fact that the Dawg was gone and I knew where her spirit could be free-spirited, was a comfort that I had not had over the past two weeks. The final step of the grieving process had been completed and the relief it brought was like a fresh wind in the county side.  My Dawg was home once again and I could let my heart mend. The pain would grow less over time, although it will never be totally gone. But now, the grief process could begin to finally end. The Dawg is now resting in peace.

Do you see the face in the clouds in the left corner?