April 17th, 2014
A bewildering incident involving two local young men happened this week. First, and most importantly, it is good that the Norman County deputy was not seriously hurt. Second, however, it is tragic that one, probably two, young lives are going to waste. Kudos to the good people who reached out to the boys before this incident, and who are not abandoning them now. The consequences for their senseless actions will be severe enough.
A interesting and accurate take on the influence of Fox News on people who were basically decent in their views, but have been worn down by the constant and insidious propaganda spewing from their television.
Key quote: "I don't think the malignant impact of Fox News on the older population can be overstated."
Here is a compassionate and well-written account of the sad death of Steve Smith, a long-time Republican legislator in the Minnesota House of Representatives. When I served as a page, Smith was known and respected by House staff as one of the good guys. He was smart, independent of mind, humble, and kind to the staff no matter how low their station. I never heard him speak on the House floor, perhaps because he was in the minority that year. But he had a reputation as a brain.
Thanks to my Uncle Dale for pointing out this article from Rochester. What Mr. Noble does not say is that the rate increases are only for wages (which are needed, to be sure) but include nothing for the operating expenses. The annual rate of loss in northwestern Minnesota is at least the same or worse. The rate equalization of 1976 was a good idea, and probably still is a good idea, but only if the funding levels are adequate.
This political campaign will be a learning experience more than anything. I have already learned a lot from visiting with people with a stake in what state government does. In particular, I have had two chances to visit people involved with group homes for the developmentally disabled and mentally ill. The source of the funding difficulties group homes face can be debated, but there is no debating that their employees are over-worked and underpaid enough so they are moving on to other jobs, which leaves the group homes understaffed, and which simply perpetuates the cycle of overwork.
Some are non-profit, others are for-profit.
So, the question arises in my mind: Is it ethical to farm out the care of vulnerable people to for-profit organizations, however regulated they might be, when the customers themselves--the residents of the group homes--often lack the ability to choose their situation? Is this really free enterprise? Is the care of our most vulnerable an area which is best addressed by free enterprise?
When I studied nursing homes, I found a study which concluded that a mix of non-profit and for-profit nursing homes was best, as (so went the argument) they spurred each other to improve. The study figured the ideal mix was 75% non-profit, or public, and 25% for-profit. That is roughly the mix we have in Minnesota, while most Sunbelt states have the exact opposite mix.
Non-profits are not angelic. Some become so large they lose sight of their mission and behave more like for-profit corporations. Nor are for-profits always skimping. The answers aren't that simple.
However, things come into focus a little more when you keep the interests of the vulnerable--be they the developmentally disabled, or the dependent elderly--first in mind and work backwards from there to figure out how best to provide compassionate care.
I'll be honest: I have a secret agenda if I get elected to the legislature. I want the Voice of Minneapolis to speak again. As long as we have the Legacy Amendment (which I voted against as a regressive tax, incidentally) dollars available, they should go towards preserving our heritage. The 1928 Kimball, one of the world's great instruments, sits in storage. My revered organ instructor, Dr. Edward Berryman, attempted to save it. He is gone. In his memory, I would like to hear the Kimball speak again!
Baseball great Mike Schmidt suggests calling balls and strikes using a force field. His unfortunate choice of terms allows the writers to mock him, but he is absolutely right. Umpires have squeezed the strike zone down to nothing. Hitters should be forced to swing more often. Computers can all balls and strikes more accurately.
I have already seen a difference in baseball due to the new replay rules. First base coaches don't argue on close plays for they know the truth will come out on the video and be upheld. Big arguments were always fun to watch, but sort of adolescent. Eliminating them and letting the players play knowing that the calls will be corrected is the way to go. I have been watching MLB's collection of stellar defensive plays. The athleticism on display is enough. We don't need inaccurate umpire calls for entertainment.
Pardon the blurry picture. Phones don't always do the best. Above is my friend Annelee Woodstrom from Ada, MN. She invited me to hear her present to a couple of hundred history students in West Fargo High School today. Annelee has written two books about her childhood in Nazi Germany.
Annelee's presentation was well-organized, well-delivered, and well received by very attentive students. Her family was persecuted due to her father's refusal to join the Nazi party. Annelee longed to attend the Nazi parades and be in the Nazi youth organization, but her father would not let her.
After the war began, things got very grim. Due to her family's lack of party membership, Annelee was shipped away to work 60 hours per week far from home as a 16-year-old. We forget: The aftermath of the war was grim for the German people. They were treated horrifically by the Russian occupiers. Annelee was near the border between the American and Russian zones. The American soldier who became her husband supervised the distribution of provisions in her home town.
That is the short-hand version of Annelee's first book, War Child.
In a short period of time, Annelee brought home the stark realities of war to the students present. Her father left for forced work in 1943. They never saw him again. Annelee does not know if he was shipped to Siberia after the war or not. His whereabouts remain a mystery. I think that story sunk in more than any other.
Annelee is 87 years old and still writing and speaking. Friends James and Shirley Hanson of Ada have made it a mission to drive Annelee to her speaking engagements as they believe it is important that her message get out. So do I.
Doing the speeches comes with a price for Annelee: She said after every presentation, she has nightmares about the bombings from the American planes and the long nights spent in shaking bomb shelters, only to come up in the morning to work a full day surrounded by the smell of burning flesh.
We are so lucky.
I want to add more about my friend Muret, age 93, who I saw at the Pioneer Home for the first time in several years today. His wife Dotty was our elementary school librarian, and she was a gem. Only after she died did I find out, from Muret, that she was a personal aide to Eleanor Roosevelt during the war. "I walked in and out of the White House like it was my own place!" Muret said today.
Muret's memory is fading a bit. But his eyes sparkle. Eventually, he said, "I don't know how long this all is going to last." Then he paused and looked me in the eye. "That feeling is new," he said, pensively, implying that his days are likely short.
We talked about regrets. He came home from World War II, which he spent in the Navy in Washington D. C. making waves on Chesapeake Bay with a boat so it would be easier for the float planes to break the surface tension and get off the water--and he farmed. "Do you ever wonder about other choices?" he said, looking at me over his glasses. "What do you wish you did?"
He misses Dottie. "She was sharp," he said, with admiration. She must have passed away at least thirty years ago. Pictures of her surrounded his bed and living area. An oil painting of Muret himself, done by a grandson, dominated the wall.
"I just don't know how long this will all last," he said again.
We talked about a mutual acquaintance who got divorced because the husband expected to be served hand and foot.
"Funny how that stuff hangs on!" Muret said, speaking of male entitlement. "It should be even steven."
I suspect Muret and Dottie were in love until the day she died.
Any wonder why I love old people?
Had a good day of visiting people, including Aunt Olive at the Hilton. Then I drove around distributing nursery catalogs. I ended up in Erskine, and dropped some catalogs off at the Pioneer Home. As I walked in the door, I looked at the registry and noticed I knew about eight of the residents. So I decided--I don't have to get back to anywhere to work, visiting with people is now my job! So I found everybody I knew and spent the time watching the Twins on different televisions throughout the home. I particularly enjoyed visiting with Muret, a former Fertile resident. I hadn't seen him since he moved away from town four years ago.
"I was wondering when you'd stop by!" he said.