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    • Plugging In

      Posted at 3:14 pm by kayewer, on May 24, 2025

      Did you know that the electrical outlet was invented 121 years ago? A man named Harvey Hubbell II came up with a way to connect electrical appliances back in 1904. The three-pronged outlet for added safety was a requirement in homes by 1974.

      Now we have USB ports. Any tiny device you may order online or off the rack at the home goods store since they became popular around 1996 probably has a USB connection.

      Just today I needed to charge three different devices using a USB-C port. Each device comes with a warning to only use the charging equipment that comes with it, but I don’t believe there is a person alive who doesn’t use their phone charger for their latest recreational gadget.

      There also isn’t a person alive who hasn’t left the charger at home.

      The advancement of technology over the decades has left many people with junk drawers filled with old electrical cords and funny-looking plugs that don’t seem to match anything. But we never throw them away, because as soon as we do, the device they came with pops up someplace else, and ends up being unusable without something to give it juice.

      The challenge with a USB port is making sure you have prong A in the right direction to place in slot B. It’s shaped like an oval, or it may resemble a flipped pancake with the top tapering toward the bottom. The plug often has horizontal lines on it to help identify which end should be up (particularly helpful for the elderly or vision impaired), though some have the marks on both sides. There is no better way to start your day on a downward slope than to misjudge your USB plug before you’ve had your morning coffee.

      Once you plug in a device, you may see a series of lights letting you know how close to ready your gadget is to use. The origin of this design may be based on the “Christmas Tree” array at the starting line in drag racing, with the growing number of lit dots signaling you are nearly at a full charge. The minute that last light comes on, you’re at the ready to go with your coffee (which, hopefully, has not grown cold).

      The hardest part, as Tom Petty put it, is the waiting, in this case for the device to charge. Sometimes it takes an hour or longer. We willingly conduct our home lives around watching the status of our gizmos as they draw energy from our outlets or power strips.

      In fact, if you have bought a power strip lately, you’ll notice fewer electrical outlets and more USBs. It seems we charge more things than we leave to the regular unending flow of electricity.

      I have one device which still functions on one out of four lights, and I am required to press the power button and check for lights before I use it. There is a sense that all is right with the world when you see that you can still function because your device has one light left on it.

      Our old fogey two- or three-pronged outlets never provided this much amusement. You simply gave a little shove, introducing the prongs to the slots, and that’s all there was to it.

      Today our USB collection includes a few different versions of regular or micro-sized connections, and these are expected to whittle down to fewer recognized versions over the coming years. At least until the next idea comes along.

      Of course, there are electrical charging stations for vehicles now, which would make Mr. Hubbell spin in his grave. On all four charging lights. The dominant edition of this type of plug belongs to Tesla, with other makers looking to use their model. They look more like the old outlets.

      Have we come full circle? No. Just creating new ways for prong A to meet slot B.

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    • Traditions on Tombstones

      Posted at 3:18 pm by kayewer, on May 17, 2025

      With the rapidly aging Boomer generation (pre-1964) and the rise in Generation X and Millennials (a combined population of those born between 1965 and 1996), it seems as if everything that has been built is being discarded in favor of a variety of replacements or none at all.

      I have seen the demise of record stores and phone booths, and media reports say that landline phones and checkbooks will die with me and my fellow Boomers. Stores which have served the nation for a century have closed down; among those I recall are John Wanamaker’s, Strawbridge & Clothier & Clover (the precursor to Target), Woolworth’s, Caldor and A&P.

      My neighborhood has had a local mom-and-pop bakery for 86 years called McMillan’s. Situated in the middle of a main street and busy intersection corner block, with a tight parking lot designed for a handful of cars, six days a week the dedicated members of a fourth generation family prepared the most wonderful treats for grateful patrons.

      The highlight? A cream doughnut bursting on three sides with the most delectable filling and covered with a holiday-like frosting of powdered sugar. The first bite was guaranteed to be a wonderful mess, and one kept a napkin at hand in anticipation of the experience.

      Their cookies, cakes and cinnamon buns were all beautifully gracing the display cases, and disappeared into wax paper bags and boxes to go home to hungry families, with a gold emblem on top identifying it as coming from someplace memorable. At the holidays, they prepared boxes of cookies and bags of springerle. Lines would wait out the front door for pick-ups of cupcakes from old recipes and pies that looked like they came from Grandma’s oven.

      This morning, the lines were around the corner onto the residential block as the staff churned out products to anxious visitors, but for a different reason; the bakery is closing for good tomorrow. The matriarch of the family, Evelyn, who founded the bakery with her husband George, had stipulated that she did not want the name passed to any outsiders, and it was decided by the current owner Arlene (who is the daughter) that the end had finally come.

      A variety of factors probably contributed to the demise of such a popular place, including costs and changing staff dynamics. It isn’t easy to be a baker, with hours similar to the medical profession and unpredictable outcomes in terms of profit instead of lives affected.

      A bakery or two are nearby, and even with a Krispy Kreme close by, McMillan’s donuts withstood any challenge to their greatness. Where now to buy a chocolate bismark, let alone a cream donut, is beyond me. I hope to get to McMillan’s before their doors close forever and get my hands on one more donut and maybe a chocolate cupcake. Lines for the last day of business should begin forming around six in the morning, and they may run out within hours.

      Naturally the idea of replacing old things with new ones is exciting, but when old things die, the memories are bittersweet compared to the sweetness of cream or the zing of lemon glaze. I fear the death of bakeries as a whole is not unthinkable. And that hurts. When Shakespeare said that when people die, good things go with them, no more truthful words were ever said. When Mr. Spock (albeit a fictional television character) said that it is easier to destroy than to create, that declaration took second place.

      I will miss the assurance that my favorite bakery was just minutes away whenever I wanted them; like the movie that was released the year McMillan’s opened, it’s a tradition “gone with the wind.”

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    • Sammy’s Story

      Posted at 3:17 pm by kayewer, on May 10, 2025

      I want to tell you this week about Sammy, a ten-year-old budding astronomer, fishing enthusiast and outdoorsman. As is the case with any child, Sammy went through a mouthful of primary teeth which were quite a sight. He also used glasses.

      The family, including Sammy’s parents and siblings, moved to Indiana from Florida, and Sammy was not warmly welcomed by his fellow students. An article in People alleges that Sammy attempted to bring his teachers’ attention to the bullying he experienced, and was promptly disciplined for being “disruptive.”

      Beatings were ignored. Girls told Sammy he should hang himself. He did. While his family went out to buy ingredients for pancakes for breakfast, rather than face another morning of terror at the hands of people–both kids and adults–who hated him, Sammy left this world. His brother found him when they returned home.

      At his funeral, one of the girls who prompted Sammy to use this very exit option, snapped a photo of his open casket and was seen laughing at the image on her cell phone later. It’s unclear what became of this bully or her photo.

      Who do we hold responsible for these actions? Among people ages 10 to 24, death by their own hands is the leading cause outside of any diseases, according to the American Academy of Pediatrics.

      We grownups frequently wonder how prejudice and hatred continue in our country, and the answer is right here in American classrooms. If the teachers and faculty do nothing, why should children follow any protocol when it comes to acceptance, empathy and compassion?

      I could also tell you the story of Adriana, who died/was proxy killed by the Central Regional School District in New Jersey, or another student named Olivia. Every state has at least one name to atone for. All of these first names have one thing in common: bullying permitted by adults.

      There is a movement to make bullying legislation into law and name it after Sammy. It cannot bring back the countless children who cut their lives short to avoid a school environment where beatings are allowed and trying to point them out is punished, but it can make adults answer for their ignorance.

      Here is Change.org’s link to their petition to make bullying seen and heard so it can be stopped: https://www.change.org/p/tell-congress-to-enact-anti-bullying-legislation-in-honor-of-10-year-old-sammy-teusch/psf/share?source_location=default_membership

      Here is an article link as well: https://people.com/parents-10-year-old-boy-killed-himself-bullied-file-wrongful-death-lawsuit-against-school-district-8763274

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    • Completely Mental

      Posted at 3:18 pm by kayewer, on May 3, 2025

      May is Mental Health Awareness Month. The event has been ongoing since 1949 and was originally started by Mental Health America to promote recognition, compassion, and resources for everybody. This not only helps those with issues affecting their mental health, but provides information for people who may not understand what it entails. Awareness removes some of the stigma surrounding it, leading to a more harmonious world in which everybody can find balance in their lives. President Harry S. Truman signed the National Mental Health Act into law in 1946.

      The official color for Mental Health Awareness is green, symbolizing fresh starts, like the greenery growing all around us during the month of May. Whether you wear a shirt or ribbon, participate in local events or donate to MHA, there are many ways to contribute to bringing mental health into the light and helping learn more about improving the lives of millions who suffer from conditions such as depression, substance abuse or thoughts of injury to themselves.

      The latest rankings by MHA (based on 2022 research) find that Connecticut and New Jersey rank the two lowest in the prevalence of mental illness. Colorado and Oregon are at the bottom of the list, showing the most incidents of adults and youth suffering from issues affecting their mental health. Among adults, those states with the highest rankings, and ten others, were found to have better access to healthcare than the bottom ranking states (including the states in the bottom two, plus Montana and Wyoming).

      Mental health has some roots in biological or hereditary history, but can come from a variety of causes, some of which we still don’t know enough about. Research shows an estimated one in five people may experience mental health issues in a given year. Depression is listed as the leading cause of disability in people ages 15-44. Mental health is one aspect of physical health: when your mind is not what it should be, your body can suffer for it. Often stigma prevents individuals from seeking treatment, even though medications and therapy are as helpful as your nightly statin or NSAID. Fear of being labeled (or mislabeled) prevents too many people from looking for the answers they need to heal.

      The past five years have been tumultuous for everybody, and there is nothing wrong about being stressed by the bombardment of negativity all around us. This is the month to focus on what mental health entails and what we can do to improve our own well-being.

      Here’s hoping you will show your support, compassion, and the knowledge that this post has given you. Excuse me while I break out my green tee shirt.

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    • Transformative

      Posted at 3:58 pm by kayewer, on April 26, 2025

      I have received plenty of self-help posts in my social media feed. One of the most prevalent is the affirmation that some mornings it’s okay to just do nothing. Life can be depressing, especially these days with all the negativity and mental abuse we endure in our new reality.

      Social media and video outlets occasionally provide some comic relief. I recently found something that has gotten me through the past two weeks that I’m willing to share with you.

      I watched as privileged early-admission guests posted content regarding the upcoming opening of a multi-themed extension inside Universal Studios in Orlando, but an ongoing attraction is part of the Transformers franchise. There is an exciting ride with 3D effects, but outside the thrills and chills of the fight between the Autobots and Decepticons is a “meet and greet” with the three key figures: Optimus Prime and Bumblebee (the “good guys”) and the evil Megatron.

      As is the way with most online activity, the minute I began taking a look into the new immersive worlds at the park (including a Universal Monsters theme, Harry Potter, the isle of Berk from How to Train Your Dragon and Nintendo), I began receiving clips of visitors encountering the “bad guy” of the trio, Megatron. Apparently he has been placed into a situation where he must interact with us humans. He uses this inconvenience to his world domination plans to roast those who dare step into the “recruit zone,” which is a photo-ready area with footprint guides for two people and seems to double as a boundary line for Megatron.

      Brave folks approach and enjoy (or suffer) a brief discussion with the master Decepticon, and attendants assist with cell phone photos. Megatron hopes to recruit new soldiers in the war against Optimus Prime, but often he endures a medley of typical human visitors and responds with anything from boredom to commentary barbs and opinions of those willing to take it for a souvenir on their cell phone. One intrepid influencer was given a dressing down by Megatron, who noted that it’s an activity best left to 14-year-old girls, adding she should make some “real memories.”

      Megatron even has a “thud” which comes into play, serving as the mechanical equivalent of a snare drum and cymbal zinger for some of his more spot-on putdowns. The fans waiting in line love it. He can be amicable for young kids and the neurodiverse, but dress-alike families and men in dad gear should be ready to get blasted verbally. Also, if you approach with Optimus or Bumblebee gear on, or you salute him like a willing acolyte and say “All hail, lord Megatron,” you will not be disappointed in how you are treated.

      The key to the experience is a combination of the operator among the visitors and the person responsible for taking in each visitor’s situation and appearance and then providing the vocal responses, which are hilarious and keenly observant.

      So yes I have been given quite a few of these encounters along with tours of everyplace in Universal Orlando I could imagine. Having been to the Hollywood location, I look forward to a time when I can fly down to the warm wonderland that is Florida and exchange some banter with the Transformers trio, including Megatron. If I must.

      *Because I like sharing collections, I am including a video link which you can enjoy (and watch for a local Philly reference for good measure): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkJK3c25JOA&t=108s

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    • Hooked on a Feeling

      Posted at 3:16 pm by kayewer, on April 19, 2025

      I recently resumed crocheting after a pause of several years. My first true project was a handbag I did using a pattern in one of my mother’s magazines (probably Woman’s Day). It was lined with felt and got dirty quite fast because I was a child in the late 60s, but it was my proud achievement.

      Other projects came along, such as an Easter bunny in white yarn (bleach bottle plastic kept the ears perky), a hat made from a wonderful yarn dyed to look like denim (still have it), and a few side items I attempted to knit. Later efforts included baby blankets which were, to put it lightly, a bit raw in execution but useable.

      A granny square afghan I crocheted for my mother is still at home. It was a late 1990s project I took on to make something to match the upholstery on the couch, and required buying yarn colors from memory. I would do up to two squares a day while riding to and from work on the train, and an occasional third if my lunch permitted. She was thrilled to open the package at Christmas.

      I then took on making half-day throws and managed to make countless ones for coworkers and friends. Then my family dynamic changed, and I didn’t have time for crafting. The “big return home” in 2000 didn’t nudge me to resume either, but now it’s five years later, and an event spurred me to pick up the hooks again.

      I have bins of yarns I had bought during sales from craft stores which went out of business, the latest of which is Joann Fabrics, where I bought some great quantities of yarn for what I anticipate will be a retirement filled with rows of patterns and special effects lovingly hooked with joy by my anxious hands.

      A friend of mine had her own home for some time, which had been a life-long goal for her, so I made her a throw while I was on my biggest creation kick back in the 2000s. When she moved out of the home and into a small apartment, many of her household goods went into storage bins. It turned out that, during a culling of the hoard, the throw accidentally got sent out with other charity bins for pickup. At least I know somebody else will likely be using what I made, but it left my friend without one, and she was rather embarrassed by the incident.

      She went out and did what anybody in such a situation would do. She hit up an estate sale and bought some yarn for a replacement throw. The bag contained several balls of an Italian merino in a purple colorway (a mix of several go-together colors in one), along with some solids which may have come from Michael’s, and a large skein of Red Heart. Only problem was, the main yarn was discontinued years ago, so finding enough for the project was nearly impossible if not extremely expensive. After-market buys on such rare yarns can be pricey. A listing in Etsy or eBay would have gotten me six more balls of the main colorway, along with four of another color I didn’t need, for about $80.

      So I did what anybody in such a situation would do. I got advice from a local yarn shop. They pointed me in the direction of similar types of yarn in complementary colors. I came home with freshly-balled yarn from their establishment, to add to my already yarn shop sized collection.

      Will I get an afghan or throw out of these? I’m not sure. I do know that I have plenty of colors on hand and could easily use any of them for a similar effect. I’ll need to strategize on this one. It’s venturing into a whole new territory of crocheting for me.

      I just hope these old hands can withstand the paces I will be putting them through to crank out these new projects. Wish me luck.

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    • Rated Extraneous

      Posted at 1:54 pm by kayewer, on April 13, 2025

      I just read an article about the movie ratings assigned by the motion picture industry, from the perspective of the ratings’ relevancy in today’s entertainment world.

      The original rating system was introduced in 1968 as a way to inform parents of the suitability of a movie’s contents for young children. Before that, Hollywood was under the watchful eye of the “Hays Code,” which was designed as a type of “Ten Commandments” of forbidden depictions in moviemaking. Among them were nudity (adults and children), swearing/cussing, mixed race relationships, white slavery, sexual hygiene and childbirth, racism and drugs. Oh, and the clergy couldn’t be spoken ill of, either.

      The Motion Picture Association or MPA, (which included “of America” until 2019), created the rating system we now know to make it easier to choose movies for families or adults. The challenges which reshaped the system–one of the most noted being the addition of PG-13 after the release of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom due to some borderline violence touching the PG line in the sand–have tweaked the original four classifications. We now have five ratings (G, PG, PG-13, R and NC-17) and a variety of descriptive text to include mild, fantasy or extreme violence, language, drugs and alcohol and sexual content as means of parental guidance as to what their children may experience during the movie.

      The article points out that, unfortunately, many young people feel that the ratings system is a plot by adults to deprive them of what they conceptualize as a “better” form of entertainment. Young people will purchase a ticket for a PG-13 film, then sneak into the R-rated movie. I know from firsthand experience–not in a theatre, but watching a film on TV not suitable for me at a particular age–that this practice can be mentally damaging. In a rush to grow up, theatres are accidentally releasing rule-breaking teens sporting mental scratches and dents out into the world with a perspective they may not have been ready for, because there isn’t a system in place to make sure they “got what they paid for.”

      This came to light recently when the Terrifier franchise (known for extreme violence) released another movie this past winter and the packed houses were not always filled with age-appropriate paying customers.

      The best solution may be to keep a certain classification of movies on one side of a multiplex, so that youngsters headed in that direction would be immediately obvious. Another may be to set up a ticket scanner at the door to each auditorium which the attendee must swipe in addition to their original admission in the lobby. The door would then open for them to enter the auditorium.

      The classification system is still relevant. Children still need some protections in place to shield them from things they may not be mature enough to witness. This is a job all grown-ups take on when we come of age. It is a responsibility to the future generations and mankind in general to allow children to grow at the pace set for them by natural order, and introduce new concepts when they are ready to receive them. Our society has become so lax and liberal, that youngsters do not seem to be blocked from anything that may harm them; true crime documentary channels are not for four-year-olds. Forget that it’s cable or steaming, and remember that you control the remote.

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    • A Few Random Thoughts

      Posted at 4:34 pm by kayewer, on April 5, 2025

      After an intense rainstorm, a rainbow flag showed up in my landscaping one morning. I took it to the back yard and placed it in my garden, and a squirrel promptly broke it in half. Does this mean squirrels hate flags or LGBTQ+ people? A few other flags were spotted at other homes, including an Irish flag pinned to a bush. Whoever did this has not come forward.

      At birth and for the rest of our lives, we are given a name which identifies us. The most common way to express names here in the US is with five unique fields: the salutation field (Mr., Mrs., Dr.), the first name field (Jane, John), the middle initial field, the last name field (Jones) and the title field (MD, Jr., Sr., III). You would be amazed to find how many people don’t know how to use those fields effectively when filling out a form. I have seen first and middle names together, titles stuck onto the end of last names; once I found a name in which the person apparently tabbed or backspaced and gave themselves one letter for a last name. People also put in extra spaces after each entry, which becomes part of their name. Take a moment to look at how the information is laid out before starting the process. You can save yourself a lot of trouble.

      In that same vein, addresses are broken down as street, unit number (apartment, condo), then city, state and Zip code (with +4). Amazingly, though Zip +4 has been around since 1983, many folks don’t know what theirs is. Placing it on your personal information with any place sending you mail can make the difference between whether your delivery is sorted correctly or not. The +4 can pinpoint your location to the side of the block you are on, or the floor of your highrise apartment building. It’s easy to look up on the USPS website as well, and worth memorizing.

      While on the road the other day, I saw a tricked-out vehicle which gave me a bit of anxiety. It was a Honda with the upper portion of its tires obscured by bodywork, and the tires themselves were nearly three times the width needed. They were mounted at outward angles somehow, so that only the inner edges of each tire contacted the road. It was a relief to see it turn off the highway. Who wants to share the streets with a vehicle so potentially dangerous? How is that street legal? They must change it to pass inspection.

      Speaking of vehicle inspections, our state motor vehicle registrations no longer come on perforated documents. They must be cut to size with scissors. Does it seem too much to ask for a pop-out card?

      I had put off a task for a while and finally got around to it; synchronizing my phone to the car. Probably the easiest feat on a screen I’ve had the privilege of doing. Now if I can get my Microsoft Office to work as cooperatively as the car’s onscreen instructions. (Follow-up: when I got in my car after posting this, my screen provided an error message that my sync didn’t work, so I take back what I just posted.)

      The local mall just decided to restrict underage visitors from being on the premises without parental supervision, due to some teen fighting recently within the public areas. At least somebody is stressing that children should not be left unattended.

      My newspaper arrived encased in a plastic bag during the rain, yet it was soaking wet inside because the bag had holes in it. Reminded me of a popular meme about people in a swimming pool huddled under an umbrella while a storm passed through. That’s right: they were in the water, wet, and they held a brolly over their heads while in the pool. Defeated the purpose, right? But then so was putting a dry paper in a hole-ridden bag.

      So that was my week of brain-muddling confusion. Maybe next week will be better.

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    • Cause and Effect

      Posted at 8:59 pm by kayewer, on March 29, 2025

      When my primary care doctor recommended I see a foot specialist, I felt no urge to protest. I hadn’t had any major issues with my feet for a long time, so I was likely overdue for a check-up. The appointment was set, I went and met my new best friend who would help my feet carry me into my golden years in good health.

      She examined my tootsies and prescribed a cream to help with dry skin, and I immediately began using it. Over the time I’ve been applying it, my feet have never looked better, and for that I’m grateful.

      However, any time you use something to get rid of one problem, other problems can take their place.

      Anybody who watches prescription drug commercials here in the US and New Zealand (the only two places in the world where they are allowed to air on public TV networks) knows that the most common side effects of most prescriptions are headache, diarrhea, and abdominal pain. Other side effects we often hear about are pain at the site where a medicated injection is given, tiredness, or even thoughts of taking oneself out of the picture permanently (usually grouped under “thoughts or actions,” as if one who is past the ready and aim stage and are ready to “fire” whatever end means they plan to employ are going to interrupt it to think “Gee, it might be that new medication”).

      My side effect is that my feet are so devoid of the protection from that dry skin, that today I managed to kill my heels. My better shoes, used for trips to the theatre and more mature activities which call for leaving the sneakers at home, betrayed me by not only leaving color residue on my nylons, but chafing both heels to the point of blisters. I needed to walk around like that this afternoon, then come home and apply the giant-sized adhesive bandages to my poor aching peds. It will be days before they are healed.

      My heels are healing.

      Which leaves me with an interesting quandary. Do I enjoy soft feet, or do I allow for the protection of calluses? How will my new doctor take the news, I wonder. I certainly don’t want to give up nice shoes, but considering years of the awkward growth of my wide feet (which makes shoes expensive), damage from pointe ballet in my youth and weight gain in old age which can put a burden on those important transport body parts, maybe I need to compromise.

      Fortunately I got enough walking done that I won’t be at a deficit on my weekly step count, but boy are my feet sore. No marathons in my future.

      Oh, and as part of my day’s routine, I picked up two new pairs of shoes.

      And the circle in the life of my feet comes around once again.

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    • Swedish Duck

      Posted at 3:52 pm by kayewer, on March 22, 2025

      Sometimes the best and most enjoyable stories are also the most strange. I recently came across an article about Sweden and their obsession with Donald Duck. The Disney rendition of a sputtering aquatic bird and comic counterpart–wearing no trousers, either–is more popular than Mickey Mouse in that country.

      Maybe it’s because Swedes prefer ducks in pleasant little ponds in any of their thirty national parks, than a mouse in any location. Eek!

      Donald is referred to as Kalle Anka (kallay ahn-kah) in Swedish, Kalle means “free man” or simply “man,” and Anka is the word for duck. So Donald Duck is a man/duck by virtue of his anthropomorphic persona and qualities. Not to be confused with Paul Anka, who sang hits like “Put Your Head on My Shoulder” and “Diana.”

      I wonder if anybody ever called Paul Anka, Paul Duck? If they did, they should’ve ducked to avoid having an object launched at their head. If said object hits the mark, put your head on my shoulder.

      But I’m getting silly. Not sillier, though, than what those wonderful folks over in Scandinavia do every Christmas Eve. At approximately three o’clock, a good half (or more) of Sweden sits in front of their big screen televisions and watches a 1958 Disney special, “From All of Us to All of You,” which we know as a Christmas compilation show hosted by Jiminy Cricket. It contains a popular Donald Duck segment entitled “Clown of the Jungle,” in which our hapless hero is driven bonkers by the antics of an Aracuan (air-a-kwan) bird while on expedition.

      Swedes apparently take this annual tradition seriously for, as one person aptly put it, “you can’t do anything else, because Sweden is closed.” Families will sit quietly and watch the program, occasionally lip-synching favorite lines and laughing, but it’s an event calling for one hundred percent attention to the screen by the entire family. No meals are prepared. Don’t bother calling friends or relatives. Everybody is watching Kalle Anka.

      This sacrosanct special is so entrenched in tradition that the viewers will not tolerate alterations or shortcuts. The show’s longest host, Arne Weise, was required by his viewing public to appear live for the program. He was forbidden to try taping the show to spend Christmas Eve with his family. He tried it. No way, Ar-nay, the viewers said. He had three divorces to show for his troubles. Also, when one time the segment on “Ferdinand” the matador-phobic bull was pulled and replaced with “The Ugly Duckling,” the outcry prevailed and the bull returned to the program at once.

      The new generation of Swedes may allow this tradition to die out, as they do not seem as attached to what could be interpreted as hokey old-school animation. The fact that Swedes first began obtaining televisions in 1959 when the program first aired on their only television network (they gained a second channel in 1969), is part of the charm of this tradition. Now that the country has a page full of networks and choices, there are plenty of other shows to watch. The programming staff are continuing to see a good turnout every December 24 and will continue to air what is affectionately called Kalle Anka for short, until they are told otherwise.

      Now, if I could write in Swedish, I would tell those folks about our annual tradition of watching a movie called A Christmas Story at least once during the holiday (if not continuously) on our Turner broadcast networks. No ducks, mice or bulls, but there are the Bumpuses’ hound dogs. We sit and lip-synch favorite lines and laugh, just like the people in Sweden. It is a small world, indeed.

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