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Choose Peace As A Destination

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Today, the Sunday after Thanksgiving is supposed to be the busiest travel day of the year in the U.S.    People are leaving their Thanksgiving celebration destinations after time spent with family, friends and significant others.   We are traveling by car, airplane, bus, train, RV and by foot and by bicycle.   Despite, traffic jams,  canceled flights, standing-room-only trains, one thing is certain, we are, most of us,  sure of our destinations.  We will get where we are going at least in the physical sense.  Home.  For some, however, the journey never ends, There are folks who never arrive mentally and spiritually anywhere.   They are constantly in motion.  They are always going, doing, emailing, using Social Media,  directing, worrying, moving, gossipping.      Stopping or even slowing down is not part of their inner journey.   Peace for them is a foreign destination. Their road to inner harmony is roadblocked or delayed by their need for constant excitement.  Often, they offer you a ride or a free ticket to join them in their insanity.  Don’t get on that plane!  Don’t join folks on the journey to nowhere.  Wherever you travel, you can choose peace as your destination.

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Viola and The Chicken (A Tribute to My Grandma Me-Me)

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(Here’s a post from April 2010 about my Grandmother, Viola “Bush” Doggett

Truth, we didn’t call my father’s mother Grandma or Grandmama.  Her name was Viola but us grandkids called her” Me-Me” and her husband William H., “Pop”.   Me-Me was an amazing woman.  She was very tall and beautiful.  My daughter,  Catz aka CCL,  looks like her.  Me-Me raised my dad and his siblings with a tough hand in a predominately white neighborhood in Steubenville , Ohio, an interesting neighborhood choice for an African-American family in the 1920s.   You see, my great-grandfather  owned three houses in the neighborhood and gave one to his oldest son my grandfather,  “Pop. ”  Viola also desegregated a hotel in downtown Steubenville by staging a one-woman sit-in in the lobby at  the local hotel which had refused (up until the sit-in)  to let African-Americans enter through the front door.   Me-Me  could cook too. Thought about her today while making chicken which brings me to the story about her and a rather unique family pet.

Here’s the story:  my father (Bob) and his four siblings (Vivian, Janet, Delores and Harvey) and my Uncle John (Pop’s younger brother who was  the same age as my dad), well, ok you get the drift…lots of kids…and a pet chicken.  The chicken would prod and cluck and perform  about for the children.  However,  the chicken didn’t like Me-Me — to the point of  even hissing or whisping at her.   One day Me-Me went in the yard and the chicken pecked her  – and then —  it vanished.  To this day the chicken’s actual fate remains a mystery.   My aunt Vivian often  said  “I don’t know what happened to the pet chicken but I do know we had chicken stew for dinner the night it disappeared.”

Office Space

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officespaceI have a virtual office for my business and I work out of my  tiny home office.    The office  is full of memorabilla with a sunny view of my TV room.  It’s small, warm and cozy.   Of all the spaces in my house, Koko and Jean Claude seem to like  my office best.   CCL says it’s   because I’m always in my office.  I think the cats just want a small, warm place for their headquarters.

Road Trip

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CCL and I have hit the road “over the river” and through Pennsylvania for family Thanksgiving dinner. Tradition, family and love. Just passed a herd of cows. Years ago my parents took my sister and me on road trips. My mom would have us count the cows on our sides of the car. Whoever got the biggest tally would win some candy. If you passed a graveyard it meant your tally was wiped out and you had to start over.

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Mad Men, Cultural Change

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I am a big fan of television program “Mad Men.”  It exemplies the culture of years past and captures some the rituals and tension I felt in my own life growing up.  There’s been a lot of discussion about women and our rights as women in the news.  Some would prefer that things revert to the way they were during the 1960s.  A lot of those advocating those ideas grew up in that era, perhaps their backward thinking is waxing nostalgia or a refusal to grow up and accept that things, the way we live are vastly different now.

During the 1960s my sister and I would “go-go” around the house dancing the “swim,” “the cool jerk” or the “pony”.  One memorable evening , the week my brother was born, my aunt J, my sister and I had a “pony” procession around the house to go-go song  “El Pussycat,”  pausing and going completely still at the bridge  (where the cats begin to meow).  Here’s the song for those of you who have never heard it or those who just want to remember.