Susan's Scribblings the Blog

A writer from the Philadelphia area shares the week online.
Susan's Scribblings the Blog
  • Who the Heck is Kayewer?
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    • Getting Across

      Posted at 3:40 pm by kayewer, on December 6, 2025

      Some people would say that we are dealing with generations of humans who, to put it politely, may have been released from the education system prematurely. From the content of some of the daily head-scratching news snippets and so-called entertainment we’ve seen lately, those opinions may be right.

      Case in point. As I was on my way to prepare this very post. I was a few cars back in a left turn lane and waiting for the light to change. A pedestrian stepped off the curb, wove between the vehicles stopped in traffic and continued to their destination of a bodega on the opposing corner. The white-lined crosswalk, where drivers expect to see pedestrians in motion, was steps away.

      Did this person call in sick from kindergarten for a full year and miss out on this basic life-saving rule? When one steps into the designated crosswalk, the drivers waiting to proceed are ready to acknowledge their presence, and the walker lessens the risk of an unexpected injury by a considerable margin.

      Many a time I have groaned in parking lots when people returning to their vehicles meander through the zones between the herringbones of parked conveyances, even ignoring those who must stop or slow to a crawl behind them. The drivers aren’t capable of parking between two lines or spacing themselves just shy of the barrier in front, leaving their expensive rides with butts or front bumpers protruding for a foot or more or at an impossible angle for others to navigate.

      One only needs to troll social media to find hilarious and, sometimes, headache-inducing examples of people who either never got the memo or decided it was wise to rebel against convention. For every news article I see about which my first question is, “What were they thinking,” I want to sit them down and actually find out. I want to get a handwritten story about them and why they did what they did, so I could better understand why things in this world have degenerated from respectful liberty to thoughtless anarchy. If you can write about it, the act of reading the thoughts of somebody who seems to be thoughtless may offer clues as to the true state of mind in some of these dim bulbs we are finding in life’s chandelier.

      Perhaps, in a twist of fate, this explains why handwriting and penmanship have been discontinued in education. Nothing good can come from graduating students who can’t even spell ransom notes out of cut-out letters from printed media, let alone submit a scrawled note.

      I saw a photo of a clothing article for sale which read, “never been weared,” which lead me to go off on a social media post this past week about folks who say “could of” instead of “could have.” For those of you who have read my past grumblings about grammar, you know I’m on a starvation diet on that hill. And no, I wasn’t interested in the item which had never been worn.

      We enjoy watching videos of people who have no clue at all, such as a popular restaurant humor feed on social media (okay, maybe two) in which people can’t comprehend the menu. One example is the different terms used for identifying the sizes of tomatoes. A customer didn’t want cherry tomatoes on her salad because she was allergic to cherries, blissfully unaware that the term describes the small, round appearance of what is one hundred percent just a tomato. Or the person who mistook Chilean sea bass for fish oddly served with a common meal of sauce and beans (what we call chili).

      The worst restaurant patrons must be visitors to a restaurant specializing in one culture’s food and expecting another’s to be on the menu. I knew somebody who always ordered one food no matter where we were eating, because they figured it was on every menu. The first problem was that they had a reading disability which was never diagnosed or treated. The other issue was one which seems to be a stubborn trait some people refuse to break free from, when the only foods that matter in their world are those to which they have been exposed, so everything else is something they would not like, even if it’s similar to a dish they know. An example includes the person who could not drink anything in the establishment because it wasn’t their accepted cola from between the two main competitors in our country. You know them both. Damn cola wars. They didn’t want something else to drink, either, in an eatery with several beverages and a full bar.

      Attitude and stubbornness contribute greatly to our ignorance, because the fight itself prevents even the inkling of a new idea from appearing for consideration. And so an entire populace deprives themselves of the joys of a whole wide world they could explore within reason.

      Sure our world has advice and precautions. That doesn’t mean your ability to think is restricted, but you may live longer to think harder if you just follow along.

      When I was young, you crossed the street at the crosswalk. The cars knew you were there, you knew everybody was stopped, you had the light, and everything was right with the world. The person who tries to pull an Al Pacino (think Midnight Cowboy) and dodge oncoming traffic often feels that they should be in the right no matter what they are doing, when it isn’t common sense in the first place. If you’re “walking here” instead of “there,” where you’re supposed to, it’s at your own risk, my friend.

      Some things are meant to be in your best interest, even if they feel like impositions, such as crosswalks and learning to create words with your hands, and understanding the basics of dining in a restaurant. The more we need to explain these things which should be common knowledge, the worse off we are as a universe of sentient beings.

      I’m sure more of these indiscretions will appear in the future. For now, I just hope nobody in all dark clothing decides not to cross at the crosswalk.

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    • And Nobody Died

      Posted at 3:12 pm by kayewer, on September 27, 2025

      The city of Camden, New Jersey, just reported that they experienced their first summer free of homicides in fifty years, and overall crime is at a 55-year low. That is something to be proud of.

      My parents lived in Camden for a short time during their early married years, and my mother grew up there in a time when everybody knew everybody else, and you would just as soon see a child bringing home a pack of cigarettes (and exact change) from the corner store as a grownup bringing an open pitcher of beer home to have with dinner.

      Camden is recognized nationwide for its reputation as a center of blight, poverty and crime. The city is situated across the Delaware River from Philadelphia, PA. Residents of New Jersey in other parts of the county can easily distinguish the difference in location by the major highway running between Camden and the rest of the suburbs; on one side are quaint homes, and on the other are abandoned or security gated businesses. The main street running through the heart of Camden becomes more depressing the further West one travels its length. The cemetery where poet Walt Whitman is buried is next to a hospital and abandoned convent, then the journey’s scenery morphs into row homes of varying degrees of repair and rubbish, where the neighborhood has become home to a mixture of the low-to-moderate income and the malcontent attempting to survive.

      Originally Camden was similar to neighborhoods in New York, serving as a melting pot of immigrants and thriving middle-class candidates starting to take root in the opportunities offered by shipbuilding, RCA Victor, and Campbell Soup, which built its headquarters there. Originally a Quaker community, residents in the early 20th century traveled between other parts of New Jersey and Philadelphia with thriving job markets. The decline of industrialization caused people to move away, and new populations moved in with no means of livelihood, leading to an increase in urban decay and crime.

      The state university, Rutgers, grew its Camden campus into a huge compound much different from when I spent a few years attending evening classes. They now have dorms and athletic fields. The Benjamin Franklin Bridge’s lights illuminate a thriving college community, and some of the torn shells of abandoned homes were razed. A high security prison nearby which operated from 1985 until 2009, was also closed down, flattened and given over to open space and a small children’s playground.

      The county formed a police force, and some new businesses (particularly a massive expanded hospital complex near the waterfront) have brought renewal to the area, and crime has gone down by seventy percent or more in some instances. Only seven homicides have been reported in Camden in 2025, and with three months of the year to go, the figures appear to be promising.

      The poverty rate of over 28% still makes Camden a poor city compared to the 12.4% national poverty average. However, loft apartment living, an aquarium, and new business ventures are appearing regularly, bringing a promising future to the city.

      Just a piece of good news when there has been so much of the other type lately. It’s always comforting to see life come back when it lacks for too long. Here’s to completing 2025 on a positive note.

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    • An Affair to Forget

      Posted at 8:31 pm by kayewer, on July 19, 2025

      Excuse my jumping on a temporarily popular bandwagon, but a meme which has appeared within the past few days has much to be unpacked beyond the obvious. That’s part of what I do here.

      The incident in question involves a corporate CEO and another employee in a high-ranking position, namely Andy Byron, the head of a tech company called Astronomer, and the company’s Human Resources officer named Kristin Cabot. During a concert by the band Coldplay in Massachusetts, the couple were picked up by camera crews looking to share the audience’s experiences on the Gillette Stadium’s huge (22,000 square feet) jumbotron screen. It’s their job to find happy pairs enjoying what the stadium is offering, whether it’s a New England Patriots game or Chris Martin singing up a storm in live performance.

      It appears that Byron has been married for an estimated decade (exact figures were sketchy at this time) to Megan Kerrigan Byron, who has since taken her married name off her social media tag and left Instagram. Not a good sign. As for Ms. Cabot, married to Andrew of Privateer Rum (a distillery founded some 200-years ago), she and her spouse of about two years are rumored to have bought a house five months ago.

      The depth of the pair’s relationship is still speculative, but one can only guess at how long these supposedly dedicated spouses were picking up spare change romantic feels with their respective sidepieces (excuse the terminology). This didn’t just happen overnight.

      The fact that these two planned the concert outing, lied to their spouses about where they would be, went there and publicly showed affection indicates they did not feel there would be consequences. At least not until a camera technician trained their equipment on them in a clutch under the assumption that they were a typical pair of Coldplay fans.

      The results were a disaster. Fortunately it doesn’t appear that the concert was a multi-person event. The Astronomer company has said that no other employees were around the pair when the footage appeared, though a woman to their right seemed equally embarrassed to have been caught on camera. Perhaps she called out sick that afternoon from wherever she worked. The company placed Byron on leave while an investigation began (Cabot’s status was not revealed).

      In a work environment in which corporate compliance, along with the requirements that come with it, stress professionalism and decorum in all work and interpersonal relationships, this may well be a terminal knell for Byron at the very least, and Cabot may well follow. Of what value would enforcement of accountability be if both parties were not held to task for what they did?

      The most recent piece of news is that Byron has resigned his position.

      The camera zoomed in on the pair in a comfortable, forward-facing embrace, with Byron cuddling Cabot until they recognized themselves and broke contact. He ducked out of sight as she turned her reddening face away, and the third person to their right put a hand in front of her temple as if to block out what she suddenly realized was an awkward moment. Chris Martin ad-libbed, “Either they’re having an affair, or they’re just very shy.” Sounds like the former, Chris.

      What happened afterward may set a record to surpass the “wardrobe malfunction” moment for Justin Timberlake and Janet Jackson in terms of visually altered spoof clips featuring every possible odd couple in pop culture being caught embracing the wrong partner. One compared the clip to a scary moment in the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Even one of pro baseball’s mascots, the Philly Phanatic, got in on the trend with a green furry, blond-wigged partner for laughs.

      What the past 72 hours have done, however, is much more than simply offering up an example of humans making horrible mistakes in public. Two marriages will suffer, as will the in-laws and other friends and relatives on both sides. The companies’ staff members will need to handle the fallout from a poor example set by people who are supposed to set a quality example.

      It is never wise to think that a private affair stays that way in public. It was a devastating lesson for two people who should have known better, and a cautionary tale for those who might be considering such an adventure.

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    • Do You Read Me? Over

      Posted at 3:19 pm by kayewer, on February 1, 2025

      Success is often measured by whether you were among the many to attain it. High school graduation is one example, as a steady line of older teenagers walk in procession to shake the hands of the school executives and obtain their diplomas.

      Occasionally, however, the measure of true success comes from what you did that was different from the masses. For a high school graduate named Aleysha Ortiz, her diploma meant something much more than surviving twelve years of a public school education system.

      Aleysha came into the Hartford, Connecticut schools after her family moved stateside from Puerto Rico when she was only six years old. She had no English skills at all. The education system apparently didn’t have or offer ESL (English as a Second Language) courses to young elementary school students. Words meant nothing to her because she couldn’t decipher them. The few she managed to reason out came from association, such as through subtitles on television or karaoke lyrics.

      She struggled with classes, not just due to the lack of attention, but her diagnosis of ADHD, problems involving her being able to handle writing tools such as pencils, speech issues and the language barrier. Realize that she was in school in 2012, with fewer resources than are available today, but with lesson plans individualized to each student, and which were generally ignored by the faculty.

      Once Aleysha was able to utilize text-to-speech, she dedicated herself to spending her evenings bringing her grades up. Google became her educator.

      She graduated high school unable to read or write English, and with little to no math skills. Legal processes are being started against the system for not only their neglect, but their ignorance of Aleysha’s needs. If they didn’t understand her spoken communication, they simply shrugged it off without taking the extra step to find a speech therapist for her. She would be punished instead of redirected when things became difficult for the teachers or principal. Staff even laughed at her.

      Through her efforts and perseverance, Aleysha became an honor student eligible for graduation with some conditions, including deferring her diploma for more focused remedial instruction. Deciding that was too little too late, Aleysha began taking part-time college classes last August and, while the legal investigation continues, she is determined to help others like her who are not given the boost they need to catch up within the public school system.

      Public schools do not want to individualize the students’ needs. They want to crank every student through the system just like a car is built on a production line. This is why cars are recalled after leaving the plant; when there is a defect, the car still gets delivered and the company decides to deal with problems later.

      A person unable to read or write standard English at age 19 is not a problem to deal with later. It’s an opportunity to take a detour with the usual assembly line education system and give the attention needed to the problem. Parents should also be on board with this philosophy. Your child is not like one hundred others, nor should they be treated like one. This also means that, when something is short of what is expected, time to fix it before moving on is vital.

      Many schools from other countries do not take summer breaks. This doesn’t mean the families don’t take vacations, but life and school are treated the same way; as a part of everyday growth. Children learn daily, and not by taking one straight road, but by detouring to where the language skills get tweaked or the math abilities get reinforced, and then resuming the main road to becoming a fully educated young adult.

      The system failed Aleysha. How are they failing, or have they already failed, your children?

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    • Now Lowering

      Posted at 3:51 pm by kayewer, on December 14, 2024

      Corporate America is a tangled mess, and we are all aware of that. The origins of the bizarre methodology by which we make some folks rich and others less so also have a complex story to tell. Big companies are often associated with overpaid CEOs, and in our imaginations we see those people in expensive suits, driving expensive cars and parking them in expensive mansions on expensive real estate. The rest of us, however, get clothing from the discount bin, drive pre-owned clunkers, park them on the street (where they are often stolen altogether or at least deprived of their hubcaps) and plug air leaks in our homes with chewing gum.

      Because the majority of us look upon the corporate ladder as a roadblock to attainable financial security, we tend to hold grudges against the people who are at the top already. We feel they don’t deserve to be there, and in some cases that may be true. After all, a loaf of bread still costs the same whether you have funds left over for butter or go home without and prepare plain toast.

      The recent loss of a healthcare company head, therefore, was not met with much sympathy; in fact reports say that social media is not showing any sense of human grief, and the arrested suspect is looked upon as a pioneering vigilante. The unspoken hope is that the healthcare industry will learn from the incident and start caring more about the people whom they offer or deny medical treatment, to avoid further homicides.

      Brian Thompson, the victim, is survived by a wife and two sons. His total 2023 compensation (note, this is not outright pay, but incentives to be realized over time, including retirement) was around ten million dollars, which is small considering he was responsible for a $562 billion company. He had been with the company for two decades and was pushing for “value-based” healthcare, which stresses doctors helping healthy people stay that way instead of needing to reverse the damage from poor health. A sensible approach to improving the quality of human life, if you ask me.

      Big corporate salaries and incentives are negotiated with the same finesse as the school cafeteria lunchroom sandwich swap; I’ll see your PB&J and raise you a bag of Doritos and, okay, a share of my not off-brand soda. Companies pay big benefits for expertise and guaranteed financial gains, which the CEO must then struggle to obtain and retain. In the case of healthcare, every claim expense eats into that stability, and in some cases the funds may be wasted if the claimant doesn’t improve their health or keep to healthy habits. Picture the lung cancer patient still demanding the right to smoke for an example.

      Some smart big money-earners don’t cling to their wealth and donate to charity or give large bonuses to the employees. Sure, they still have money left over for the good butter on their bread, but the folks who are keeping the CEO up to the standards set for them by the hiring board are sharing in the advantages, and they can also afford splurging occasionally. Not all companies are like that, but it doesn’t help to look upon some services like healthcare as the enemy, nor to not feel something for a CEO taken out unexpectedly by an assassin.

      Changes can be made, but they also start with our attitudes toward big companies and our part in what they do. We each bring something to the total picture, even to our own healthcare. Who are we to say removing an executive in this way is the solution, when there are alternatives even the victim had in mind?

      We should all be ashamed of ourselves for not caring, for him or ourselves, and expecting others to do the hard work for us. What are you bringing to your workplace, and what is it truly worth?

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    • Getting the Message

      Posted at 7:14 pm by kayewer, on November 23, 2024

      Before a certain illness sent the world workforce home, we employees operated in huge buildings with cubicles, phones, computers, printers, drawers filled with paper plates and napkins, and cabinets for smoker’s coats and non-smoker’s coats.

      My office also had huge screens hanging throughout the department, and on which our call center statistics were displayed. In addition, we had slides relevent to our jobs and designed to bring us together as a department. I was in charge of preparing those slides.

      We were preparing to go with a new vendor, and training had barely begun back in March 2020 when we were exiled to our houses to work. Ultimately the building I worked in was shut down, mothballed and vacated, but we learned that our displays could be accomplished on our computers, so the process began to license individual viewers, train us in producing and editing the boards, and finally testing the program.

      My former boss and I were the two trainees for the system, so after the duo became a solo, I was left with the responsibility of working with the boards’ production company and a few selected test subjects from our department to see how the system worked. It took a few weeks to work out the kinks. Nobody could actually summon the system, including me. The IT staff were boggled, but then when dealing with strings of computer commands, IT’s mission is to be boggled. Finally the coding was completed, the errors fixed and we began the odyssey of producing message boards for users in two departments. We have used the system for a year already.

      I have found joy in assembling the slides for the project. Once a month, I put together visual guides to our co-workers’ birthdays and anniversaries, as well as monthly scrolling text, ego-boosters and more. Overall, our departments enjoyed about two minutes of content each month, all lovingly assembled by yours truly.

      During a lull in the usual reporting and other duties I normally do when I’m not enjoying putting together board content, I assembled what I would need for 2025 in terms of positive messages from corporate icons such as CEOs and specialist speakers on topics of interest to workers. I had a rhythm going with the slide content, and the harmony of it was good for the soul. It’s wonderful when things work.

      Occasionally the network would need a reboot, and I would send word out to the users that it would be restored soon. I would get a polite thank you, and soon the system would be updating data and entertaining the masses.

      Then I was present at a management and supervisory meeting as notetaker this past week, and the subject of disseminating information came up. I piped up and volunteered to add content to our message boards so it would be accessible to us, since the department took up the majority of licensed viewers.

      The department manager then said simply, “Oh, the boards are dead. We didn’t renew the contract.”

      There is no moment so embarassing than when you are the first line on a project, but the last to know the latest about it. I sat there on Zoom, in front of about a dozen participants, and I didn’t even have a certain lower body part to have in my hand (to coin a phrase) and complete the humiliation. Fortunately I did not have my video on, or I would’ve looked like a fish on land breathing its last.

      So when I had the chance to talk to my direct manager, I found out the horrible truth. Back when the boards were on overhead monitors, they were a constant presence that one could see or ignore. Once the information was placed onscreen on monitors, it was an annoyance which could be completely ignored by not signing into it at all. With all the applications our agents were already using, the display took last place. After reviewing the usage data, the only regular viewers were my manager and myself.

      It’s a case of holding a party that nobody attended.

      The experience was great while it lasted, and at least part of my efforts–the birthdays and anniversaries–still appear on another platform. And I know for a fact that people see them, because the slides are copied to at least one department at the start of each month.

      I also enjoyed the work involved. It will be replaced by other tasks, which are already pending training for me and a few others. I guess when one monitor goes off, another one comes on.

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    • He Wins

      Posted at 3:34 pm by kayewer, on November 9, 2024

      An American having a birthday in November–particularly the first ten days of the month–sometimes celebrates or suffers from reasons not to do so. I know first-hand how this happens, because I am one such Scorpio dealing with the fallout of the recent election.

      Second worst birthday ever. The first was back in 2016.

      Belated, early, or not, the outcome of how this humungous chunk of ground on which we live will be run politically for four years can cause elation or depression on one’s birthday, depending on the side you’re on. Our presidents tend to swing like a pendulum between our two main parties (Democratic and Republican), with one side running for four years and the other then taking over for the next four. Usually the incoming party tries to reverse what they feel is damage done in the prior administration, so taxes, policies and international relations tend to fluctuate in kind. For most of my life, however, our country ran reasonably well when run by either party. Then suddenly, somebody swept in and came into power, and as I’ve watched the past ten years unfold, I’ve never seen such a disturbing turn of events.

      After the 2016 election results became my first worst birthday present ever, I watched as throngs of extremists praised far-right ideas and ignored what our forefathers would have recognized as rantings and fascist concepts. Men with no jobs, who could have had jobs taken by immigrant workers, chanted against their presence while ignoring the fact that, without those jobs being held by somebody, food and other merchandise would never leave the farms.

      The worst of it? The overturning of abortion rights for women paved the way to a futuristic Handmaid’s Tale society which will glut men’s egos with what they perceive as power. When I looked at the inordinate expansion of red states which caused the election this past week to swing to the right, I was horrified. Not even half of the states were willing to elect a woman to office. Either the women didn’t vote on Election Day, or they agreed with the men, which would be even more horrifying.

      What woman in her right mind would want to elect a person who thinks that, if she were walking down the street minding her own business, and a man sexually assaulted her, the possibility of pregnancy should be of no concern? She should simply go home and wait to see if she is going to give birth to a baby for whom her attacker would have no responsibility.

      Already men are taunting women with the mantra, “Your body, my choice.” They’re not being deleted from social media. Is Mark Zuckerberg that afraid to put his foot down? Maybe the goal is to put the collective masculine foot down on the throats of women.

      The measure of what made a man a man used to be his epiphany of where women exist in their universe. For ages, men have been afraid of women, and not in the cowardly sense, but in the way that suggests their awe but admiration of what we contribute as the “opposite sex” to society. In ancient times, women held positions of respect. In the deep South, the women ran the household and served as the societal enforcers (viewers of Gone With the Wind will know just how powerful Scarlett’s mother Ellen O’Hara was). Women have shared battlefields (Molly Pitcher), given their lives for science (Marie Curie), penned timeless literary works (already covered in said adapted movie) and proven their worth in settling the West, expanding sports and much more throughout history.

      Anybody who has seen a movie from the Frank Sinatra era knows that women supported men; the post-war household was run by a woman who cooked meals from scratch, minded the children, cleaned and laundered and shopped, and still kept every hair on her head in the perfect style and greeted her man at the door looking her best, with the newspaper ready to be read and slippers to comfort his tired feet. That was no made-up concept; the men crossed the ocean to defend our nation and the world against a formidable foe, and while they were gone, women filled men’s jobs at home, put on work clothes and got themselves dirty, burnt and injured to support the war effort. When the men returned, women had proven their worth, and stepped aside to be equal partners while filling their original roles.

      And now this may all change. Images of present-day Iraq or Pakistan could become this nation’s new norm. Can this truly be what American men want? Subjugation? Free-range denigration?

      If that is true, I will spend every birthday until the last one content in no man earning my respect.

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    • Common(er) Courtesy

      Posted at 3:17 pm by kayewer, on October 12, 2024

      Recently I did something out of the ordinary and attended a concert featuring a chamber orchestra and a concert pianist playing one of Beethoven’s piano concerti. When I read about the upcoming performance, I looked at the seating chart for the small, intimate venue, and noticed a single unoccupied seat available in the front row. That spoke opportunity to me, so I clicked and bought the seat.

      The stage was set up for the orchestra without the piano for the first portion of the event, and I soon realized that my seat would not afford me the view of the pianist, as the instrument would take up the middle of the stage and block my view, but I was there to hear the concerto more than to watch the performer’s range of emotions (or lack of them) while their fingers flew over the keyboard.

      Soon the place began to fill up, and an elderly woman came and sat next to me, clad in a boiled wool jacket with a scarf, pillbox hat and typical jewelry for somebody her age. Now, I am also considered an old lady, but I’m talking generational older, as in she could have passed for my mother older. After the nodding pleasantries of acknowledgment were exchanged, we settled in while I looked over the program.

      After a few minutes, the lady looked over at me and asked, “May I see the program?” I obliged. She proceeded to turn the pages, and then wiped noticeably at her sniffling nose before returning her fingers to the paper. Feeling slightly sickened, as she closed the program to return it to me, I replied, “Why don’t you keep that one, and I’ll just grab a new one.” She thanked me. I thanked my sense of manners that enabled me to avoid taking somebody else’s microbiome home with me, while not letting on that I felt a bit grossed out.

      The concert started, and we got to the second piece of the scheduled four when, from next to me, came a ring tone. It was my seat partner’s cell phone, which was in a side pocket of her purse. It went off three times at intervals, as she struggled to turn it on and do something with it to shut it up. Somebody was calling her, unaware that she was unavailable.

      Now, I admit to having trouble with a device in the past, but it was not my cell. I set it to mute and vibrate only for at least three hours at the start of any concert event. I did, however, have the misfortune of leaving a security device (a combination alarm and bug finder) in my purse which decided to signal me toward the end of a concert. I didn’t know how to turn it off, because the instructions didn’t include that. I hadn’t heard a peep from it before. Thankfully it was not a screeching loud signal, so I simply buried the device deep in my purse and rolled its fabric up in my lap, squelching it long enough for the start of the finale, which drowned it out altogether. My next move would’ve been to say the heck with how much it cost and smashing it to kingdom come with my shoe.

      I don’t know if this lady had just returned to concert attendance, had bought a new phone, had just emerged from a cave or simply didn’t care, but when the second piece was finished, two of the musicians spoke to my seat partner, naturally concerned that repeated eruptions would ruin the concert. They couldn’t know, of course, that she wasn’t with me, and their eyes kept switching between us. I was mortified. I didn’t want to be banned from this venue on my first time there.

      I offered to help find the mute on her device, only to be outvoted by a seated patron behind us who simply took the phone and turned it off. I don’t know if she was a friend or relative, or just a local with the perfect balance of street smarts, techno savvy and a politeness filter set to “slightly brazen.” I bless her in my prayers every night.

      The rest of the first act went off without so much as a cough, and during intermission I received a fresh program from the usher. I explained to her what happened, and she said she would make sure it was addressed.

      So the moral of the story is, know your device and how to keep it quiet. Don’t get any of your bodily fluids on other people’s things. And finally, when faced with public humiliation, be slightly brazen.

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    • Not Where We’re From

      Posted at 7:56 pm by kayewer, on February 24, 2024

      American schools are catching a lot of grief these days. It seems the young people we’re handing a diploma don’t know half as much as their parents or grandparents did. College is now the equivalent of high school in some cases, at least in terms of educational level. Today’s graduates don’t know what continents are, how to make change at the cashier, or even how to spell or write their own names.

      That’s why an article about other countries’ schools and their impression of our educational system caught my attention.

      The first subject brought up was how early we begin classes. In England, children enter schooling full-time starting as young as age four, and it’s mandatory at age five. The school day begins at 8:30 and ends at 4:00 or earlier.

      Another question is about the yellow school buses. Other countries have them to some degree, but many kids take public transit. Oh, for those of you with an eye for detail: the black lines on the sides of our school buses are indicators of the locations of the floor and tops of the seats (in general). Those are known as “rub rails” and also provide structural support for the length of the bus.

      Another bone of contention for folks outside the US are our use of hall passes for students to leave the classroom to use the restroom. Other countries’ students are permitted to take that break without carrying around a token which must be returned, but then those other places don’t have folks who sneak outside to smoke at the tender age of nine, and they don’t deal with deranged invaders bursting into our educational buildings ready to make a last stand. By the way, in my office we needed a key for the restroom, so as the admin I had to come up with a way to keep track of them. I used a bungee keyring and a foam flower sponge which could be hung on the supervisors’ desks for easy access. Never lost one.

      Apparently students abroad don’t all do any sort of ritual morning exercise such as saluting the flag, recitations or singing. Some Asian countries do, such as Singapore and South Korea. I suppose a pause to play “God Save the King” would be the equivalent in Britain if such a thing were done, but we were raised on the ideals of remembering we’re in a unique country, and our loyalty to what it represents just happens to come in the form of this daily reminder.

      Apparently students also don’t use lockers in other countries. Folks abroad see these in movies and are intrigued by the idea. They never had to remember the combination, obviously. Other amazing things to outsiders are cafeterias (with several different shifts), and milk cartons with school meals.

      The idea of naming each school year’s students as Freshmen, Sophomores, Juniors and Seniors is unheard of as well. Just like in Harry Potter movies, students abroad are just in their tenth year or whatever. And the term “Frosh” never sat right with me when I was in ninth grade, anyway.

      Other schools have fewer classes in the curriculum, fewer hours and smarter students. Our schools have a variety of choices, and students are worn out and less educated. Maybe there is a reason for this.

      Gym classes: why on God’s green earth did we have to climb a rope suspended from the ceiling? Why was I a failure just because I could not swing around the uneven bars? I never had to do either of these in over four decades, and if the requirement were on a job application, I’d make for the door. Even the Navy didn’t ask these of me, so why require it of little kids?

      Student parking. The pinacle of teen superiority is the privilege of simultaneously getting your driving permit, a new car and a parking spot near school. You’ve got it at 17. It’s all downhill from there when your college degree won’t let you drive a pre-owned clunker and everybody takes up the good parking spaces in the neighborhood before you get home from your burger-flipping job.

      Sorry, my high school didn’t get parking for seniors until years after I left, and I gratefully got handed down and drove around in my father’s old car when he bought a new one. I missed out, and I live here.

      Amazingly, other countries’ schools have more windows, fewer or no vending machines, no swimming pools (no swim teams or swim clubs, either) and no drinking fountains.

      Pep ralllies are also strange to folks not from these here parts. The high school system seems to be rallied around the fall/winter ritual of football, with posters encouraging young athletes to win and school colors all over the halls and on the student bodies. The band plays the fight song, the cheer squad works the students in the crowd into a frenzy, and it’s time off from class.

      Which is possibly why our system isn’t working as well as it could.

      Interesting to see how others see us. We could learn a thing or two from them.

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    • The Wonderful Criminal World

      Posted at 3:52 pm by kayewer, on January 27, 2024

      If you follow the news, you may have read about a capital punishment case which was the first of its kind. Since the death penalty is such a volatile topic, I will try to describe this plainly. Be prepared to react emotionally to what you’ll read, regardless of how you may feel about the subject.

      On March 18, 1988, two men named Kenneth Smith and John Parker were hired by a man named Billy Williams to commit a murder, and they set out to do their job. A cleric named Charles Sennett Sr. was having an affair and was desperate to collect insurance money on a policy he had taken out to settle debts, and knew that the death of his wife, Elizabeth, could be an easy ticket to obtaining the funds. Smith and Parker went to the home and stabbed Elizabeth to death, inflicting wounds to her neck and torso, and she was beaten with a metal object.

      When Sennett was questioned, he recognized one of the hitmen’s names and visibly turned red, giving himself away; shortly thereafter, he shot himself while seated in his vehicle, ending his life.

      The original hired hitman, Williams, died in prison in 2020 while serving a life sentence for his role in the crime. Parker was executed by lethal injection in June 2010. Smith was convicted and originally sentenced to death by a jury, which was overturned by appeal, then sentenced to death by a judge during the second trial.

      But the process of executing somebody has some drawbacks. Apparently physicians cannot be asked to perform the administration of intravenous lines for the purpose of execution by lethal injection (the Hippocratic Oath to “do no harm” figures here), so inexperienced personnel are asked to find veins to insert the entryway for the deadly concoction. The execution attempt was called off after lengthy and numerous tries for a vessel failed, and it was declared the third botched attempt at executing somebody in Alabama.

      The concept of nitrogen hypoxia was then considered as a method of execution. Similar to the gas chamber, which utilized cyanide mixed in an enclosed space, nitrogen is part of the air we breathe, but in larger concentrations will result in death by asphyxiation. The method had never been used before, but the system was created, using a sealed face mask to deliver the higher concentration of the substance.

      A cleric accompanied Smith into the death chamber, and Smith delivered a brief speech about humanity going backwards.

      What was that? This is a man who may have plunged a knife multiple times into a woman’s body and struck her with an object to end her life, and we are expected to believe that humanity has gone backwards? It was he who had gone backwards; the pastor was primed to receive a large sum of insurance money, but for a fraction of that, Smith would take a human life (the payoff for the hitmen was estimated to be one thousand dollars each). The prison system fed and clothed him, gave him room and board and opportunities for schooling and other perks. Of course, prison necessitates some survival skills to avoid being a target or becoming, to put it politely, somebody’s intimate cellmate, but our penal system treats the guilty better than we treat our innocent general public.

      There is the issue of military veterans who gave limbs, minds and eyesight for our country, who camp under bridges with far less than what inmates receive at taxpayer expense.

      There is also Elizabeth Sennett, whose life ended in a lengthy and violent way. But what news articles have focused upon is how the new method of execution may be “cruel and unusual.” Folks, we crossed that bridge when we rewarded the evildoers and punished the law-abiders. The lean in many articles about the aftermath of the successful nitrogen execution has been that Smith moved about and appeared to be in distress as he died. Elizabeth’s distress, on the other hand, has been forgotten. The method worked, and Smith has gone to a place beyond our reckoning, though he had 26 years more of life than his victim had. That doesn’t seem right.

      I don’t understand why firing squad is not considered a humane punishment. We have current, former and retired sharpshooters who can transport an inmate from living to dead in a second using one well-placed bullet. Even South Carolina has considered it as recently as 2022, because it is efficient and less likely to be botched as with other methods. No drugs are involved, no setting up IV lines, no pre-death struggles. The moment the word “Fire!” is uttered, it’s over, simply and completely.

      When we’re arguing more about cruelty and uniqueness of executing convicted felons, and less about the bodies piling up in our murder rates and the atrocities leading to them, we are losing our focus on being humane towards our own. Our goal is removing a fraction of the population to prevent them putting the citizenry in harm’s way. If there is no punishment, isn’t prison a type of reward?

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