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    • Stuffed and Spent

      Posted at 8:41 pm by kayewer, on October 10, 2026

      I spent today at a special place. Two friends and I hopped into my car, and we drove out to Amish country.

      We would have gotten there much faster, but traffic this past week has been unusually dense. On Wednesday I had a doctor appointment near my home, but I was coming home from work out of state and ran into three consecutive traffic jams. Still I managed to get to the appointment early, thank goodness (what can I say, except I’m a boomer and used to being prompt).

      Upon the suggestion of my passengers for today’s trip, we took a different bridge to get to our destination, and it turned out that the road was being detoured, so we ended up in a 45-minute crawl before we were routed to the way we would have taken in the first place. We all shook it off, me because I couldn’t have known, and them because they would never have guessed that it would be like that on a weekend. None of us had been on that particular excursion recently. Out of four bridges available to get from one state to the other, two of them had given us issues in the course of one week.

      What I did learn was that, when I decided to detour to get to my appointment earlier in the week, I had found that the bridge I chose to use had routed some car traffic to the westbound span of the bridge in one lane. I had considered taking that lane but at the last minute decided to stay on the eastbound side with the trucks and other drivers desperate to get home. It was fortunate I made that choice, because my passengers informed me that the single lane going east in the westbound lanes could not choose what exit they wanted, so I would have been rerouted to another highway I didn’t want to be on. Karma was with me that evening, even if today, while we crawled along with semis and bikers expecting smooth driving, it didn’t seem like anything would go right.

      So right, back to the trip today. We agreed that on the return we would take the bridge I normally used, and we did indeed get home at a reasonable hour. But I’m digressing again.

      We were headed to the Shady Maple Smorgasbord, a huge food emporium in East Eddy, PA. We still managed to arrive just after lunch and before the lines began to overflow out the door into the parking lot. Our wait in line was less than ten minutes. A pleasant lady found us a booth to sit in, we were given individually wrapped silverware and a ton of napkins, and we took turns perusing an immense lineup of foods to fill the soul.

      I started with seafood, because I had not had my usual Friday fare. I stopped at one of the hot tables where salmon was plated fresh off the flattop for me. There were also burger, pizza and carving stations, and then the row of constantly filled tubs overflowing with anything you can imagine in terms of comfort food. I added shrimp and cod to my plate of salmon, then a helping of mixed vegetables, doubled up on the broccoli, and some fried mushrooms completed the platter.

      When next I went up for round two, I got some carbs and more veggies. Baked potatoes had just been put out by a server, and one found its way to my plate, followed by a slice of sweet potato and some peas. There was some disappointment that brussels sprouts were not on the menu this time, but the salad bar and vegetables were still in abundance, and there was no problem finding substitutions. My companions were kind enough to grab some butter, because I had not gotten any the last time I had baked potato. Timing and availability sometimes figure into what you can grab at any moment. Popular items disappear in seconds.

      By the time I got to dessert, I needed to make two trips. One in our party of three wanted sugar free dessert, so one of us got her some pudding, and I brought over a slice of berry pie while serving myself a helping of a mousse-like dessert with chocolate and peanut topping, and I added a slice of chocolate silk pie and a glass of old fashioned root beer which managed to form an impressive head from the self-serve dispenser.

      We consumed, between us, a total of six plates of food and six dishes of dessert, along with beverages. Every trip we took a fresh plate, and our finished plates were dutifully cleared away by the attendants patrolling the floor every second. The place is pristine and efficient, and everybody is polite and orderly as we select our food and move through the crowds deciding between the undecidable among the myriad choices at hand. The great thing about smorgasbord is that you can sample for as long as your stomach doesn’t call it quits.

      My old tummy just isn’t up to the type of all-you-can-eat antics of my youth, but I still put some serious food away, and I feel I ate healthy up to dessert. I didn’t do red meat or go crazy on old favorites, but still enjoyed some variety on my plate.

      Oh, and did I mention that Shady Maple has a huge gift shop the size of a WalMart?

      After linner (that period of food consumption between lunch and dinner), we hit the shop. There is an immense selection of merchandise, including specialty items, home goods, local products, toys and educational selections, and souvenirs.

      Being collectors, we each had an agenda to follow. We also knew instinctively where our main aisles were and a plan of attack. By the time we left for home, we had parcels galore and higher credit card bills, but there had been a special discount, and we each found something we had been looking for and paid less for it.

      The drive home was more relaxed, no big traffic delays, and we enjoyed each other’s company all day. We intend to keep this a regular event to anticipate and will probably do another venture next spring. And of course, we stay in touch in-between times and keep up with what’s going on in our lives.

      Also, we’ll make a note to check traffic a bit more closely from now on.

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    • A Botch Job in Perspective

      Posted at 6:43 pm by kayewer, on October 3, 2026

      WARNING: the contents of this week’s post are disturbing. Discretion is advised.

      I usually write these blogs from the heart, because a week’s worth of life’s events is sure to have a profound effect on feelings, reactions, and resolve.

      The news media is overwhelmed by the events of this past week revolving around an execution gone wrong. In hindsight, I think that all signs pointed to a near certainty that something would go wrong, so I wanted to deconstruct some of the events here.

      I say “some” because this case has been reported exhaustively, and other sources can fill in what you may not know already. I want to get to the why of what happened and the why about what should have, and did not, happen on the day of execution.

      The story began back in January 1995, over thirty years ago. A group of Job Corps participants in Knoxville included a woman named Christa Pike, another named Colleen Slemmer, a man with whom Christa had a relationship, and a third woman. Christa was concerned that Colleen was taking an interest in the boyfriend, so she concocted a plan.

      The trio lured Colleen to a secluded area near the campus of the University of Tennessee, where Christa spent a half hour or more inflicting wounds while the other woman stood watch. The man participated in carving a pentagram on Colleen’s chest. Finally, Christa bludgeoned her supposed rival, then collected a bone fragment and left the area with it in her jacket pocket. Later she showed others the trophy and bragged about her accomplishment. Meanwhile, Colleen’s body was soon found, and the three were arrested quickly.

      In 1996, Christa was found guilty of first-degree murder. The man was jailed and may become eligible for parole, and the other woman participant turned state’s evidence and received parole, but Christa was sentenced to death by electrocution. By the time a death warrant was issued this year for Christa, after three decades of seclusion as the only female inmate in the condemned section of the all-male prison, the execution method had officially been changed to lethal injection.

      The Tennessee prison system has had the same difficulties with intravenous life-ending procedures as other states. In this as in other cases, a physician cannot set up the needle in a vein as an instrument of death, because the act violates the Hippocratic Oath to do no harm. Euthanasia is a slippery topic which we won’t go through here, but the error rate for poor IV placement for executions is imbalanced in the best situations, because ordinary prison staff are performing the procedure.

      Add to this the fact that one of the administrators responsible for handling prison death row inmates had apparently been transferred to Tennessee from another system in which lethal injections also were mishandled, and the errors compound to a level one would not believe possible in an advanced society.

      I can’t wrap my mind around how it’s possible that substance abusers can track down a tiny, untapped spot on their anatomy to inject whatever makes them feel good, but officials in a controlled environment can’t do the same.

      What happened here was that Christa Pike had more than one condition which would make intravenous access nearly impossible for none but the most qualified personnel, none of whom could be summoned to the task because of ethics. Therefore, why would anybody responsible for this execution delude themselves into thinking it would be a normal day in the death chamber?

      The ineptitude of the people involved has now caused a furor over the entire capital punishment environment. The methods of death handed out by homicidal persons are as varied as fish in the sea, but our execution methods are becoming fewer instead of more focused on the most effective way to achieve the result.

      We are better than this, and rather than leave our world to an anarchic system in which we don’t have a way of sending our most evil criminals to a greater judgment because we can’t get one good method that works, we need to set a system and keep to it.

      I have blogged before about execution methods, and the three which seem to have the most sensible methodology are firing squad, the electric chair, and hanging.

      The electric chair sends voltage through the body to cause nearly instantaneous cessation of function. It can go wrong if there is something amiss with the electricity source.

      Hanging sends the condemned plummeting through a trap door while restrained, with a rope around the neck designed to cause an instant break under the body’s own weight during the descent, with strangulation assured as a backup measure. This has gone wrong when the rope was not properly applied. A broken neck also does not guarantee instant death.

      Which leaves the firing squad. Several markspersons aiming rifles containing lethal bullets at the condemned from a short distance. No electricity or ropes to get wrong, and short of hiring persons with poor aim or eyesight, the likelihood of error is limited to poor care of the firearms.

      There is also speculation about the drug used in the execution, which may have been of questionable efficacy. A bullet has no such issue. No veins to find, no prolonged fumbling with medical equipment nobody was trained to handle. Three words which put an end to what some feel is too long a stay on the planet after taking another life so abruptly.

      Ready. Aim. Fire.

      What will happen to Christa is still uncertain. An insufficient dose of lethal drugs which seem to have been delivered under the skin rather than into an impossible to find vein, has left her unconscious in a hospital. The victim, Colleen Slemmer’s, family received public funding to attend the execution and left for home with nothing. The world on both sides of the death penalty issue sits and waits.

      The commissioner running the corrections department resigned just days after the failed execution and will step down to allow an interim person to take over. Tennessee has two failed prisoner death sentences on record for this year, and the ethics of what to do in Christa Pike’s case is going to be a polarizing chapter in how we handle those who take innocent lives and are sentenced by our justice system to forfeit their own.

      However you feel about homicide, prisons, executions or the human condition, this is something we should all watch closely.

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