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Our now-unsupported blogging software is acting up again, making it extremely difficult to automatically post stuff to the site.

As much as it pains me to say this, if you want to keep up to date with my posts, check out my page on Facebook.

I hope to do a serious revamp of the site in the New Year. In the meantime, hope you all have a safe and happy whatever holiday(s) you observe.

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I thought the raccoons that regularly visit our patio were a well-mannered, docile pair.

Perhaps they are. But it seems the word has spead through the Procyon lotor community that a free midnight snack appears in the neighborhood daily, and it has attracted some furry miscreants.

A new raccoon appeared last night, commandeered the food bowl, and intimidated the others. We've decided to stop feeding them before scores of the hairy devils descend here every night.

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We noticed a stray cat and her kittens in our area a few weeks ago, so we started putting out food. Last week I looked out and saw an opossum chowing down.

Bought a cheap trail camera and set it up last night. Turns out we have a pair of raccoons who are sharing a nightly snack.

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America is about taking risks- and making mistakes and doing the right thing... eventually. I'm old enough to look back and realize the United States is capable of acts of both stunning achievement and jaw-dropping stupidity, often simultaneously.

But the one thing about America and being an American is knowing that, like a huge pendulum, eventually things swing back from the extreme. Not without effort and debate and cost and lost lives. But sooner or later, things always do get better. And then we'll swing to the other extreme and repeat the process.

The country managed to survive Nixon, Ford, Reagan, two Bushes and one Trump term. We'll get through this, too.

Norman Mailer once said the true religion of America has always been America. He's right. I believe in America. And there are enough believers to insure that despite its disturbing oscillations, we'll always find our way.

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The 9/10/2024 Harris/Trump presidential debate made me recall an incident involving my mother that happened in the early '70s.

My newspaper editor assigned me to take photographs of something or other at the high school where my mother was a teacher.

She weighed maybe 110 pounds soaking wet and barely made it to a smidgen under five feet tall- which is, I think, why she wore her hair up all the time.

So I- and everyone in the office- were stunned when the door to the school office flew open and she entered, followed by a six-foot something, 250-pound football player type.

"Followed" isn't the correct word. She was literally dragging her victim by his belt buckle, which required some effort on her part since the buckle was above her hairline.

I should note that the drag-ee had what could be best described as a look of sheer terror on his face.

"Stay," she commanded. She marched into the principal's office and returned seconds later with the administrator in tow.

A near-tearful apology was offered by the kid, which my mother formally and graciously accepted. "But", she ordered, in a tone that would have made R. Lee Ermey proud, "he doesn't come back to my class," she decreed. The principal started to say something, thought better of it, and directed an office staffer to find the student another study hall.

"Thank you," she said to the principal. She pointed her finger at the kid and said, "You create a disturbance near my room again..." she stopped, then gave a smile that sent chills down our collective spines... "Well... that's not going to happen, is it?"

"No ma'am," the kid said earnestly. To be honest, I wondered if he would have the nerve to set foot anywhere in the building again.

Mom was gone in a flash, disappearing down a hall toward her next class, students parting like the Red Sea to hasten her passage. Her intensity of focus was such that she hadn't even noticed that her only child had witnessed her stunning performance.

I vividly recalled that performance as I watched Harris react to the inane ramblings of her opponent. And when she responded, with that suspensful pause before referring to him as "former President" -instead of the Samuel L. Jacksonian epithet that immediately came to mind- I no longer had any reservations.

You better think twice before you doubt the fearlessness and resolve of my mother- or Kamala Harris.

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