In Unity There Is Strength

I am 100% proud to be an American. I realize that I am here by chance of birth. I’m thankful to have been so blessed. It doesn’t mean I’m not dismayed by happenings.

Every July 4th, I read the Declaration of Independence. While most people are familiar with the opening, the most powerful part is the ending: “And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes, and our sacred Honor.”

Indeed, the Founders pledged their lives, fortunes, and honor to each other. In so doing, they did it for those coming after them, including me. It gives me pause if the people of today can do it.

Because of the words spoken by Ronald Reagan, “Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn’t pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same, or one day we will spend our sunset years telling our children and our children’s children what it was once like in the United States where men were free.”

Reagan made clear the importance of safeguarding freedom and included the word liberty, both being a priceless bequeath to us, requiring an active effort to preserve.

I view the landscape of America today and see deep division. It’s like we have more than one history, that once we could define American values and had a common culture. Some tear at the fabric of the freedoms we once celebrated as a whole. Instead, some feel diversity makes us stronger as a nation.

It doesn’t. Most should remember a fable by Aesop. The lesson is that there is strength in unity. For those not knowing it, to summarize, an old man gathers his sons around him to give them some parting advice. He orders them to bring in a bundle of sticks and says to his eldest son, “Break it.” The sticks are passed among the sons to break each true, and each fail.

“Untie the bundle,” said the father, “and each of you take a stick.” When they had done so, he told them: “Now, break,” and each son easily broke each stick.

Sometimes, I feel we are there—three hundred forty million individual states (sticks) with little allegiance to the other.

I don’t want to be the one charged with the task of one day telling my children and children’s children what it was once like in the United States, where people were once free citizens.

Decorum Dressing

Helen Hulick, 28, a burglary witness, caused a stir in a downtown Los Angeles courtroom on November 9, 1938, by wearing slacks.

A few days later, Hulick returned to testify. After she was sworn in as a witness, Judge Arthur Guerin stopped the proceedings and declared:

“The last time you were in this court dressed as you are now and reclining on your neck on the back of your chair, you drew more attention from spectators, prisoners and court attaches than the legal business at hand. You were requested to return in garb acceptable to courtroom procedure.

“Today you come back dressed in pants and openly defying the court and its duties to conduct judicial proceedings in an orderly manner. It’s time a decision was reached on this matter and on the power the court has to maintain what it considers orderly conduct.

“The court hereby orders and directs you to return tomorrow in accepted dress. If you insist on wearing slacks again you will be prevented from testifying because that would hinder the administration of justice. But be prepared to be punished according to law for contempt of court.”

Hulick reportedly said that she owned one formal dress and would wear it. The following day, she appeared again in slacks, was found guilty of contempt, and sentenced to five days in jail. Her attorney was released after booking with a Writ of Habeas Corpus. The court of appeals overturned the decision.

Hulick was free to wear slacks to court. She still had to appear on January 17, 1939, and this time Hulick overdressed for the hearing, and in the vernacular of the day, looking like a sweet patootie. No word on the outcome of the burglary trial.

We Knew

The American people deserve an apology for the almost four years of pain endured by Biden’s failed presidency. Of all the qualities listed, competence and cognition were left off the list. It’s not surprising. Following the debate, CNN and MSNBC were both saying Biden lost and needed to be replaced. They said he looked old and couldn’t deliver his message. Yet, those paying attention knew this all along.

Now, both will have to convince viewers he needs to go after those viewers were told up until the debate that Biden was fine. Suddenly, within minutes, people are supposed to believe his mind turned to mush. Many will do so because they believe what they are told. Had they been told the truth, the democratic propaganda networks wouldn’t be in this position. There will be no remorse when they change the narrative and do an immediate 180.

So now some people will feel sorry for the grandfatherly older man. But I won’t feel sorry for the democrats for perpetrating this fraud on the people of this country. The democrats have a big tent, and Biden as their self-proclaimed leader means any replacement will be just as bad.

Biden said at the debate that one-half of Americans hate democracy, in other words, the United States. This is not true. My anger is directed at those in the Democratic party who co-opted it to bring America to its knees. Today, we remain standing.

Chief Wahoo

My dad made this a long time ago. He started with a sheet of graph paper and a small picture of Chief Wahoo. Dad then drew Wahoo on graph paper, and a larger version is on a piece of wood.

The next step was to cut the image out with a saw. After that, he painted it and placed it on a stick so it could be placed in a yard. He gave some way. I had two left, and now the one is shown here.

My dad was a Cleveland Indians fan. As a kid, I was a Yankee fan, more of a Mantle fan. We would go to games at the Stadium. I still refer to the team as the Cleveland Indians. I called the front office, and you can bring Chief Wahoo memorabilia to games.

 

 

 

Anniversary Thoughts

It’s funny what you think of your parents’ anniversary. My dad smoked Lucky Strikes in the military and kept smoking those when they married. Then, my mom talked him into cigars, so he started smoking Murial cigars. In the 50s, they were a nickel, even though the box here shows a dime(give Edie Adams some credit for that one).

But since my mom worked for her parents at their bar, she’d bring home El Producto cigars on special occasions—and I’m not sure what those would be. They were a whopping 12 1/2 cents a cigar. She’d probably bring home a large tin like the one shown for his birthday. What’s the difference between a nickel and a 12-1/2-cent cigar? I have no clue.

I remember that he always appreciated her for doing it and was surprised because she had never smoked in her life and hated it. In love, you make concessions and compromise. He gave up his Lucky Strikes, went to occasional cigars, and finally stopped smoking. Although, as an aside, she died of cancer, he didn’t.

Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad! I wish you were here so we could share it together!

 

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