My City Was Gone

reinventing detroitAfter several years of struggling and trying to rebuild itself after the collapse of the automobile industry, the city of Detroit has filed bankruptcy.  It becomes the largest city in America to do so and sadly, now it will serve a model for many cities that are also perched on the edge of the cliff of financial ruin.

There are many who believe the downfall of America’s auto industry is to blame here, but it’s not.  There have been decades of mismanagement by political leaders.  Kwame Kilpatrick’s mayoral regime weaved a cloaked web of corruption, fraud, racketeering, and extortion.  This jailbird, once seen as a formidable player in America’s black political landscape, is now doing jail time.  He took the people’s trust and faith and knitted an orange prison jumpsuit with it. (more…)

Wipe Your Feet, Leave Your Shoes On

I want to thank those who follow my blog, for taking the time to stop in and take a peek at what I write.  During the past several months I have received a lot of positive feedback from people I know and people I don’t know.  It is all welcomed, humbling and inspiring.  As I have stated before in this blog, my purpose in writing my posts is to inform you, make you think, maybe look at things from a different angle, and possibly even discover a few things about yourself or this world you may have otherwise not been aware of.  If you sometimes chuckle while reading, that’s a bonus.

As you can see by looking around my blog, I write about a wide variety of things.  I have been told there are some who think I have CNN on my television 24/7.  I don’t.  I don’t watch much television at all and when I do, it is usually for entertainment purposes to help me escape the news of the day.  I am very careful about any political piece I write because I don’t have the right to complain about the government in this country because I am not registered to vote.  I haven’t voted since the election that gave Ronald Reagan a second term.  I’m not registered because I don’t believe in the electoral college method of determining the outcome of an election.  I will not register to vote until the winner is determined by popular vote.  In my opinion, that ensures that each individual’s vote counts.  To me, that is a better representation of democracy.  I also feel it is a shame that you can only run for president in this country if you are rich or if you can raise millions of dollars to campaign.  It’s sad when there are people who have really good ideas and have the ability to get people to work together but they are unknown and unable to raise the funds to get their ideas across to the public.  I also believe politicians should volunteer to be in government and shouldn’t draw a salary.  These people are already guaranteed a pension on top of the money they will make in speaking engagements and book deals after they retire.  Term limits?  Of course there should be term limits! (more…)

An American Spring, Past And Present

To me, March always signifies the end of my wintertime hibernation.  It ushers in the coming of my favorite time of year, summer.  But spring itself is the necessary springboard to my personal bliss.  Each day I scour the trees and bushes for buds, anxiously awaiting them to burst open and bring the vivid colors that pave the way for the luscious greens of summer.  I welcome the warm weather birds back and I await the new families of geese that I get to watch paddle their way in perfect single file past my view on the river behind the house.  I love the longer hours of daylight and how the sun seems to grow warmer with each day’s passing.  It’s the annual rebirth of one’s senses and a fresh, new, long overdue optimism.

For some, the rites of spring don’t begin until the big bus leaves, headed southward to Lakeland, Fort Myers, Sarasota, Bradenton, Glendale or Tempe.  Those buses are packed with their own beginning of spring in the form of uniforms, equipment, promises, expectations and their own form of annual optimism.

For many, the coming of spring can’t occur until both of these events take place, as if there is some sort of order and reasoning that makes one impossible without the other.  A natural coupling that says the universe is aligned in its natural harmony.  There is just something about hearing the phrase “pitchers and catchers have reported”.  This is something that is completely American.  You can’t have a Fall Classic until the boys of summer have had their due.  The boys of summer can’t entertain us during those dog days of summer until they’ve completed their springtime rituals.  It’s a metamorphosis as natural as a caterpillar springing from its chrysalis to float through those warm summer afternoons as a butterfly. (more…)

So Long, My Old Friend

tigers70On Wednesday, September 23th at 9:24 AM something happened that made me stop dead in my tracks.  I stopped everything I was doing, right in the middle of my work day, and poised myself for a long moment of silence and reflection.  During my moment I reached back, way back into my past and began a journey forward.  This expedition began when I was a small boy of about five years.  It continued on through my years in elementary school, junior high and high school.  I traveled forward all the way into my adult life and to this day.  On this Wednesday I realized a great sadness usually reserved for the loss of someone close to me.  On this day I realized the loss of some thing close to me – on this day the final section of Tiger Stadium in Detroit met its match and succumbed to the wrecking ball. (more…)