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Time for Disaster Response

Listening to the Harris County Sheriff and Constables Dispatch on the scanner radio app I hear reports of roads being impassable, high water rescues, wrecker calls for stranded drivers, inquiries about boat availability and water depth, computer issues, and reports of some looting…

Rejected no more

My dad had a lot of practical wisdom for my early teen years. One of his tidbits was, “If you ever ask a girl out and she turns you down, remember it’s her loss, not yours.” I wasn’t very big on dating at the time, but I remembered his statement. It may sound arrogant, but dad was helping me avoid falling victim to other people’s opinions (including girls’)…

There must be another rainbow

I had a lot of respect for Mr. Goldfarb. He was Science Department Head at George Washington High School in Philadelphia for many years, and he taught our Physics classes. He made Physics interesting and fun. We did conservation of momentum experiments, light table interference projections and other neat stuff. But the session that I remember best was the one on optics when we studied the rainbow. That was a watershed day for me. I made a discovery that would influence the rest of my life…

10,000-foot view, no deer

In Michigan there are usually many ways to get from here to there. Our route to an airport for a skydiving adventure took us through a state game area. We were on constant lookout for deer. I hit one once and that was enough for me! Running a tad behind schedule, I was pushing it a little. That made it even more interesting…

Adult expectations

The statement, “I don’t know yet what I want to be when I grow up”, coming from someone who already appears to be an adult, could be more than just amusing. While usually meant in jest, it could also mean that the person is either unwilling to take on adult responsibility, or is clueless about their current life direction or purpose…

The hub

I remember when I first learned to ride a bicycle without training wheels. There was a field next to the three-story, stucco-covered apartment building where we lived in Nuremberg, Germany. It was where we would fly kites…