Youth is Wasted on the Young

George Bernard Shaw’s little quip was cute when I was younger but now hits closer to home as one ages.  The meaning, of course, is that young folk don’t use their youthful vigor to do the things they may not be able to do later in life.

TO WIT: Diana and I decided to leave for our winter home in Mesa early this year and check off one more thing on our bucket list: See Yellowstone National Park.  Notice I said “See”, not “Visit.”  Doing some quick research, I found that the temperatures in the high country of Yellowstone begin to drop to below freezing in September, with a touch of snow possible.  Diana hates anything below 60° Fahrenheit, so we had to hustle to get to Wyoming before the white stuff.

On the road we stayed in Lincoln, NE and Cheyenne, WY, before we found our B & B in Jackson Hole.  The Bentwood Inn is an eight bedroom classic log home, with all the amenities including two gracious Innkeepers, Scott and Susie.  They do not allow pets, which we knew, so our 19-year-old cat, Toddy, had to make do with her suite in the car.

On the first full day we had scheduled a wildlife tour at sunset, so took off in the morning for a little sightseeing on our own.  We entered Grand Teton National Park, stopped at the Visitor Center, and then may a half-day tour of the area, profoundly amazed at the beauty of the mountains.  Unfortunately, the wildfires in the area left the mountains in a purple haze denying us and others the crisp views we had hoped for.  The park maps showed us a driving route with many trailheads from which to park and hike to see even more of nature close up.  Here is where we wished we could have used a little of our wasted youth.

Now of Medicare age, we find we cannot hike the 10 mile loops around the many lakes and pine woods (oh, let’s be honest – anything over a mile is a challenge).   We no longer could climb the rolling hills without gasping for air while trying to keep a lookout for bear or moose.  We managed a few strolls to the shore of Jenny Lake, but envied the Birkenstock crowd who foraged off into parts unknown with their hiking boots, granola, and a do-rag.  Our meager attempts to commune with nature did not get us into the interior where, surely, we would have met a Grizzly on the trail, or seen a moose in rut.  It is this kind of trek we were too late for, except in Discovery Channel documentaries.

So the lesson, if I may, is to tell the younger folk to make these fantastic trips earlier.  Take your children to see not only Old Faithful, but to see what lies over the next hill, without wheezing and attracting a crowd of wolves, who are hoping to thin the herd of its weakest members.  Leave the museums and car tours for later in life and make the more athletic choices while you still can. “See,” not just “Visit.”

However, do not dismay if you already passed the point of climbing even small hills, because these National Parks are breathtaking from any vantage point.  The roads twist and turn to take you to scenic overlooks that do not leave you disappointed.  It’s just that the young are already so lost in electronics that maybe a hike in the mountains does not appeal to them, at least not without a cell signal.

Beyond the Expiration Date....Don't Take a Chance!

I pay close attention to food expiration dates, especially for meat and milk, recalling even 50 years later that I once took a swig from the milk carton only to have sour and solid material flow into my mouth. For drugs I pay less attention, but still occasionally check to see if the Aleve has gone too far past.

The other day I had another experience burned into my mind when I pulled a new tube of toothpaste from below the bathroom sink. It was some special “whiteness” brand in a stand-up tube that I like because it looks (and works) better than a crinkly tube that I squeeze from the middle.

I proceeded to open the cap, squeeze out a smidgen to see what I was getting, and a clear gel emerged onto my toothbrush. Looks good, I thought, and started my brushing routine. Barely started, I mean. I could not get the nasty stuff out of my mouth fast enough, slurping copious glasses of water to rinse and expectorate.

The taste was something between used motor oil and saccharine sweetener. Once I recovered and felt my mouth would survive the ordeal, I picked up the white tube and searched for an expiration date. I found it; stamped on the crimped edge of the tube was Sept3X1982. Yup, thirty year old toothpaste.

I stifled my gag reflex and to get rid of the lingering taste, I swiped my wife’s personal toothpaste tube (I don’t know why we just don’t share) and brushed vigorously enough to make my dentist smile. Finally, the minty freshness took over the oily sweetness.

I marveled at how we could have 30 year old toothpaste, especially since we had moved about four times over that time. My wife came home and when I told her the story, and asked how this could have happened, she replied, “I think we got that at the swap meet in Arizona last year.”

Now I love the swap meet in Mesa – it’s not really a swap meet, but more of a discounted overstock meet. Most items are new and we never leave spending less than $100. But why we would buy toothpaste, or anything else that might be ingested for that matter, is a puzzlement.

Never again. Thirty year old toothpaste is bad enough, but those cookies I was eyeing at the swap meet last time didn’t even have an expiration date. I wonder that those ladies are trying to hide?

They Are Not Listening to "We the People..."

I keep talking, along with many others, and no one is listening. Seriously, the editorial pages of all the major newspapers are touting the same message. Essentially, in many ways, those op-editors along with zillions of citizens are pushing, cajoling, shaming, and threatening our Senators and Representatives in Congress to work together and get something done. The product of the current Congress is shameful in its dearth. The old joke about the less Congress does, the better off we are, is not funny anymore.

We are fast approaching the so-called “fiscal cliff” which means that unless Congress does something to fund the government beyond the short term, cut the budget and the debt, plan for the future, and solve our many other problems, the outlook is bleak.

We have been bleak before I suppose, but this picture is one of the most portentous we have ever known. After dithering last year, the USA took a hit in our credit rating costing untold billions of dollars. I doubt we can take another such hit, yet no one seems to want to work together. The constant drivel pouring from the mouths of both sides would be comical if not so deadly serious.

John Boehner and Harry Reid are some of the worst, and they are the leaders, for God’s sake. They are no longer doing the people’s business. We know that there are many different views among the electorate. We depend on these “representatives” of the people to take in all the information and then put it all together with some obvious compromise. No one gets all they want except in dictatorships and other tyrannical governments. Truly, half a loaf is better than none, especially since no one is like to bring home the whole loaf.

When reading the US Constitution on archives.gov, I noticed a line worth quoting in the commentary. Speaking of creating the Constitution, a colossal task, it was finally crafted with many competing constituencies. “The work of many minds, the Constitution stands as a model of cooperative statesmanship and the art of compromise.” Oh, for the good old days.

The US Postal Service - Can We Save It?

It seems that the United State Postal Service (USPS) is about to default on its loans from the federal government. I know they attempted many years ago to make this quasi-governmental unit function independently as a self-funding enterprise, but it clearly is not working.

From the Pony Express forward, we have depended on the USPS to move our mail quickly and cheaply (Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of

their appointed rounds). I always marveled at how I could mail a letter to say, California, and then expect it to be there in two days for a mere pittance. Even at today’s rates of $0.45 cents for a letter seems a deal to me. Ask someone if they would take your missive in hand and get it to Cali in a few days for less than fifty-cents.

Here is the dilemma, or dilemmas. First-class mail has taken a dive for a number of years with email and texting taking over most of the communications between friends and businesses. Even greeting cards, though still popular because many contain moolah, cannot take up the slack. Business shipping is good but the competition is tough, with UPS and FedEx making a big dent in what once was effectively a monopoly.

In addition, when the USPS tries to cut costs (closing some very small offices and eliminating Saturday delivery) the citizenry, by way of the Congress, wails and wrings their collective hands to protest. They like their walkable post office where they can meet friends and have a chat with the not-very-busy postmaster or mistress. It is quaint and very Norman Rockwell. And it is a piece of Americana that I personally would hate to see go away. But it really doesn’t have to, you know.

Let’s be real and know that the status quo is not sustainable. The quickest answer is to raise rates to a level unheard of, but in the big picture, very reasonable. How about a $1.00 charge for a letter? Sounds exorbitant at first, but on thinking about it, how many letters are each of us mailing these days? I pay all my bills online and I email my relatives and friends. I do send greeting cards (most with that moolah to grandkids) and will continue to do so. But for those few envelopes I send, let’s keep the USPS solvent with a higher first class rate. Of course, other rates would have to go up as well, and maybe we can have a postage “holiday” in December and January (covers most card-sending times) where a special stamp can be used for all those Christmas, Hanukkah, and Kwanzaa heavy mailings.

Or the Congress can just have the USPS revert to being a regular government agency that runs on tax money and goes over budget each year like all the other agencies. Then we’d hardly notice, right?

Mitt the Twit? - That's Just Not Nice

It seems that Vice-President Biden's title of "gaffer-in-chief" is being sorely challenged by Republican presidential candidate, Mitt Romney.  He made few friends in London with his mild criticism of the Olympic organizers and the tabloid reaction was over the top.  But then, that is what they do best, isn't it?

Still, it is an embarrassment to our country to have a presidential contender the butt of many jokes this week.  I keep looking for Romney to pull away from the nastiness and faux pas, and become more "presidential."  I may have voted for Mr. Obama last time, out of desperation for some new changes. However, I have been disappointed with the Obama team's performance in many areas.  They can't seem to move their agenda forward, and may have taken the country a little closer to insolvency.  I supported the auto bailouts as a necessary evil and that has proven to be successful.  Other "investments" have not worked as well.

We cannot continue to be the "nanny state" President Obama seems to want.  We must place more responsibility on the people to help themselves.  As a slightly right-leaning independent, I cringe at some of the President's ideas of how to spend our money.  Safety nets are good, and must be there for those who truly need them.  But we are enabling so many people to remain reliant on Uncle Sam.  The usual line is that "no one wants to be on the dole" but I am not so sure anymore.

So back to Mr. Romney.  If he is the only choice for those who cannot see another Obama term as productive for the U.S., then I think we may be in trouble as well.   Mitt is hard to like, seems unapproachable, and just doesn't quite get it.  I suppose he could be helped by the right VP choice, but maybe we ought to urge delegates to change their votes to "undecided" and let the Republicans have another go at it at the convention.  It would not be pretty, but it would be worth watching and worth doing.  There has to be a better way.

Voter ID - a Valuable Safeguard for Our Sacred Right

Thirty-three, or 66%, of the states in the U.S. require some sort of ID at the polling place. Voters must present some form of official ID (government issued, usually) to be able to prove that they are legitimate electors. The strictness of the laws varies considerably but it is clear that two-thirds of the state legislatures felt it was enough of an issue to enact laws.

Proponents argue that it helps to prevent voter fraud of all kinds. Opponents, at least in some states, point to a lack of actual fraud reports. They go on to oppose voter ID by saying it would disenfranchise many people. They often name those groups such as the poor, minorities, and the elderly. They assume these groups are not smart enough to get the required ID card.  Wisconsin’s strict law was put on hold after a circuit court judge ruled the law was unconstitutional, so that challenge will move through the judicial system, or the law will be modified to stand up to constitutional tests.

Voting for our representatives in government is an unchallenged right. The actual vote has become increasingly important in so many close cases that the system must get it right the first time with adequate proof of legitimate electors. To have voters show a Driver’s License, or a non-driver official state ID (provided at no cost to those who need it), does not seem like an unreasonable burden. Photo ID is required to fly, get a hotel room, obtain a passport, purchase pseudoephedrine, and myriad other things. No one seems to protest those ID requirements, yet voting is something sacred in a free society, and although it cannot be unduly restricted, as with a poll tax, asking you to prove who you are before you cast that vote protects the very essence of representative democracy.

Food Stamps - Not Stamps Anymore!

There should be no one who begrudges giving food benefits to those who are in financial situations for which they had no control. With high unemployment hitting the middle class, single parents with no choice but to stay home with their children, and people too ill to work, our government must provide a food safety net. No one, especially children should go hungry or be forced to beg for food. What many still refer to as Food Stamps is now a benefit in the form of a credit card or sorts, called EBT, or Electronic Benefits Transfer. This allows the beneficiaries to use their card in much the same way others use credit cards at the grocery store. Unless you are behind the person in line, and happen to see the card, you would not know they were getting food assistance, which is as it should be. No need for public shaming for those in need of food basics.

But with the plastic card comes abuse as reported in the news lately. Some of those less fortunate have been using their food benefit cards for such things as liquor, tattoos, tobacco products, and cruises. Even more bizarre are the reported uses for strip clubs, body piercings, and, yes, even guns. So now many states have had to put limits on the EBT cards to help stem the abuse (more are considering those ideas). They are trying to limit the EBT benefits to food and clothing, while making ATMs in strip clubs, casinos, and other such places off limits. ATMs you might ask? Yes, the EBT cards apparently can be used to withdraw cash, which we have to assume can be used for nearly anything -- Cigarettes, big screen TVs, drugs, or a bet with your bookie.

Those opposed to more rigid controls on EBT state that by restricting the uses, the government is contributing to the stereotype of the welfare cheat. Well, if there are abuses as stated above, then it is those people themselves who contribute to the stereotype. I suspect abuse is not rampant; most EBT recipients really do need food and not tattoos, but any abuse that can be prevented, should be. The government should share is largesse with those less fortunate, but asking that EBT be used only for food and clothing is hardly an imposition. Restricting cash withdrawals to smaller amounts, maybe once a day, should provide the legitimate user with funds for those places that do not take EBT, such as some Farmers’ Markets. Even the most fervent conservative taxpayer should be able to embrace a needed program with proper limits. It is the “outliers” that get the news and get the “bootstrappers” up in arms about the welfare state. The government should not give them even more ammunition.