The BoomerGuy Chronicles

                                                 Atomic Bomb Blast, Nagasaki Japan, August 1945 St. Patrick's Day arrives,  the crocuses peek out after a Michigan snowstorm on the first day of Spring and a song from my formative years keeps running through my brain:   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ztZI2aLQ9Sw This song won a Grammy nomination for Edwin Starr in 1971......A  Motown hit, not a folk/ rock protest song by Bob Dylan or  Joan  Baez. Quick  research discovers that this song was censored off Clear Channel radio stations after 9-11-2001. Fast forward to  2024. Ukraine destruction following Russian invasion Terrorists in Moscow Migrants fleeing violence in Central America. 30,000 plus Palestinians killed in Gaza, mostly children. A congressman's brother killed by his son in Flint after a violent confrontation. The Academy Award's  Best Picture chronicles the making of the Atomic Bomb  led by "Oppy" who questioned what was unleashed on our world. WHAT IS I

Late Fall and the onset of Winter in Michigan can be downright dreary.  Bright snow falling back in the day used to blanket the ugly bare ground, but climate change has squashed that. Damp, cold, dark days pile up. Nature has her ways of  slowing down, gathering warmth, sheltering from  the storm;  a wayward bat found it's way into our laundry room  to find refuge from the elements as the cold weather  advanced in November. On Thanksgiving, I turned seventy-five and the Lions lost to the Packers at Ford Field.  Turning seventy-five was more of a milestone than I expected.  It's a big number!   My family coordinated the assembly of a reflection/memories book of photos and writing which touched me deeply.  This birthday set me upon a course of reflection amid the Winter doldrums that persisted throughout the Christmas Season and into the  New Year. At the end of January, I traveled South to reflect, to explore, to socialize, to walk, to ride, to discover, to listen. The monks at

In my formative years during undergraduate time at St. Louis University, I confronted the world as a young adult for the first time. The War in Vietnam affected me personally, in that I was required to register for the Draft. As a full time college student, I was deferred; that is I was not called to enlist while a student.  My childhood next door neighbor, Gary Miller, chose not to attend full time college; he was Drafted (or perhaps enlisted),  served in the War and earned a Purple Heart. My cousin Tommy married Barb upon graduation from John Carroll; he received one of the last 'marriage deferments.' I found out later in life that my friend Geoff Neithercut received a deferment to go to Seminary. My father had served in the military during World War II as had my uncles, fathers of neighbors and friends. Growing up in the fifties meant movies about the War, T.V. Westerns, B.B. guns and  nuclear war shelters.  My grade school (St. Luke's ) had as its mascot , The Bombradie

Road trips are wonderful for the soul. In retirement I’ve taken lots more journeys on the road than by  plane.  Airports can be crowded with people and stuff that is anything but relaxing. All the reservations and preparations and security precautions get in the way of appreciating  the serendipitous nature of travel. That said, the common view is that the LAST place one should drive through is the American Midwest. Conventional wisdom says this ”Flyover Country” is boring, flat, conservative, and sorely lacking in interesting people or places…thus the smart traveler flys over this area. This month, I headed out on the road from Ann Arbor, Michigan to Boulder Colorado (from one bubble to another). After a pleasant stay in a motel near Oglesbee Illinois I stopped at the local Mc Donald’s for a couple of senior coffees.(We’ve discovered Mickey D’s coffee far surpasses Comfort Inn Java!).  While waiting in line for my coffee (I did NOT use the apps or kiosk, thank you very much) a fella s

  Michigan in March was  bitter cold, isolating and downright gloomy. What makes this so vivid is that  a glimmer of  warmth and Spring appeared early in the month that tantalized the soul. The sun showed up and for a brief moment we believed  that winter was done. Then we got hammered by an ice storm which cut off power to nearly one million people followed by a blizzard paralyzing traffic,  schools and businesses.The gray skies and arctic winds told us to hunker down, stay home and withdraw again into hibernation mode. So....when the Haisley Elementary School Play showed up on the schedule, I admit to hoping it would be canceled so I could wallow on the couch in my pajamas and binge on movies and /or college basketball. The last thing I wanted was to get presentable (shower, shave, wear clothes and shoes) and venture out to an elementary school gymnasium with 250 of my closest friends! But I soldiered up and traversed out into the cold night air.  When I arrived, to my surprise, the

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