Deja Vu

I thought after America went through the Watergate fiasco that it would never happen again in my lifetime. Then lives were disgraced, people went to jail, and the President resigned.

Former FBI Director Comey’s testimony before the Senate Intelligence Committee and his subsequent allegations, under oath, set me into the proverbial mind-set of Deja Vu, (all over again) as Yogi Berra used to say.

All justice wheels move slowly, grinding away the chaff from the kernels of truth so we (the public) will have to wait and see what emerges from the special prosecutor.

If there is another lesson in all of this political skulduggery besides the kindergarten one of, “tell the truth.” It is a growing certainty that “truth” always seems to find a way through the cracks of denial or obfuscation. The only hindrance is time.

The sooner we as individuals, and as a collection of global societies, realize truth contains no pain or suspicion but equalizes each of us into the fairness of life and opportunity. When each of us embraces the truth, in all aspects of our lives, as our ethic, we will have trust in the world, and Lord knows what that could lead too.

The 1st Congressional inquiry

It’s not new for Congress to investigate issues that stimulate public inquiry.

The first congressional committee inquiry was formed to look into what was called St. Clair’s Defeat.

In November 1791, General Arthur St. Clair led a contingent of nine-hundred troops into the Ohio frontier. They were ambushed by local Indians, and most were killed or wounded. A House committee wanted to know who was to blame.

Like the committees of today, they asked for documents about the failed mission of St. Clair.

President George Washington was asked for his papers about the Ohio expedition, and he wondered if he had the right to refuse. He and his cabinet debated the issue. They decided that he should submit documents that were for the public good, but refuse any that would injure the public.

What that did was establish the principle of executive privilege.

President Washington did eventually give the requested documents to Congress.

To finish the story, Congress concluded that the blame lay with the War and Treasury departments. St. Clair was exonerated.

Not much has changed in Washington over the centuries, except maybe the lack of civility.

Smell the Roses

I think it’s time to tell this story again.

I saw something in my life experience that you don’t see very often. I watched a well-dressed man stop abruptly as if held by some invisible force. He was in a hurry, given his stride and determined pace, yet when he passed a public garden of blossoming roses the man suddenly stopped, put down his briefcase, and turned to face the beauty that bloomed there.

There were probably sixty rose bushes each with eight to ten blossoms festooning the prickly stems. It was a magnificent site. The plethora of color, in the softness of the morning light, stopped this busy man in his hurried quest. He stood there surveying the garden patch, spending a moment at each bush. His gaze stopped at a full bush of bright golden yellow blossoms. He reached down, not to pick, but gently touched or better yet caressed this gift of nature. He kept his hand there for a long moment as he once again glanced at the entire patch of color.

I thought how fortunate I was to be reminded, in such a tender observational way, that no matter the urgency of an appointment, or how focused we are in our thoughts, when nature chooses to embrace us with her beauty, and we choose to see it, that moment transforms our thoughts into a passion and we respond with awe. Thank you, Sir, for the reminder to take time and smell the roses.


Bravo to Harvard!

Ten students were admitted to that prestigious University, and after admitting officials explored the “Facebooks” of the potential students, the college rescinded their admittance.

The students had apparently posted, at various times, racial slurs, sexual anomalies and other salacious comments that were not in the ethical tradition of Harvard. The students were informed of their rejection.

Hey, Parents, this is one for you. You’ve been telling your youngsters for years that whatever you post may come back to haunt you. Postings on Internet sites like Facebook are a record of one’s thoughts. It does not matter whether it was a momentary sophomoric rant or a deep-seated prejudice, it stays with your Facebook personality for all to see. Ignorance does not know when stupidity is present.

The adage that “you are what you eat” is true, so is, “you are what you write.”