Thursday, July 30, 2009
In the spring, President Obama attended the Summit of the Americas in Trinidad. On the second day of the conference Hugo Chavez, the president of Venezuela, gave our president a book, Open Veins of Latin America. I was curious about the book so I ordered it. It describes five hundred years of exploitation of Latin America by European countries and also by the United States. From the early explorers and conquistadors who enriched Spain, Portugal, and other countries with the gold and silver they sent home to the slave traders and sugar and coffee growers who enslaved native peoples and depleted the natural resourced of the land. I think it's good for Americans who reap the benefits of capitalism to see the other side of the story, where our wealth means the poverty of other people, our comfort is bought by the low wages of people who have no hope of lifting themselves from their condition. Read this book
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
So, we've been eating a lot of tomatoes. We've had them in salads, pico de gallo, on hamburgers, spam, BLT's, and we've even had some BLT burritos.
If you are a tomato grower and live within driving distance of Tulsa , I recommend that you go see the Tomato Man's Daughter for your plants.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
When I was five I had a little brown cur named Poncho that I loved very much. I liked the way he smelled. My sisters said I smelled just like him. At the time I thought that was a good thing.
Here I am at 14 with Rags. Rags just showed up at our house one day and stayed for awhile. One day he followed me to school and into my algebra class. I put him outside and closed the door. I never saw him again.
We had a very large white German Shepherd, Tippy, who would let our infant daughter Rachel crawl all over him but he scared the neighbors into their homes. We had to find him another place to live to avoid lawsuits.
Then there was Sandy MacTavish, a mentally retarded Scotty. One night he stood on the floor grate of the heater and relieved himself. When the heater clicked on around 3am the odor of burning urine woke us and I spent the next hour pouring hot, soapy water over the burner and scrubbing it until it no longer had a fragrance.
We've had mongrels and poodles, shepherds and beagles. Each dog with his own personality. Some were good fits for the family and some were not.
This is Cinder and me. She was the best dog we ever had. We found her outside a supermarket in a cardboard box of puppies that were being given away. She was a loyal friend, a courageous watch dog, and a wonderful playmate for the kids.
Our Cocker Spaniel, Lizzy, is 14 years old and probably won't be with us much longer. She may be our last dog.