The American way is for democracy to prevail at the ballot box, not with the violence of assassination.  Yes, I have said and believe, that Trump is a threat to our democratic traditions of peaceful transitions of power.  True, his rhetoric has been too much like the fascists of history, but he must be defeated at the ballot box, not in the way this idiot attempted to end his candidacy last night.  Ironically the assassin  may well change history in an unintended way by easing Trumps path to the presidency.  I am appalled that this occurred, it is not who we aspire to be, and pray it is not who we are becoming.

Let us focus on the issues, the policies, our democratic traditions, not inflammatory rhetoric, and certainly not violence in our very critical election this November.   Thoughtful consideration is going to be needed in the coming months, as I anticipate a period of escalation of emotions and reaction and counter-reaction, but hope and pray for a period of calm resolute americanism.

Spring in Michigan! 

First day of spring is not
done right here, it’s not
frisbee’s and baseball
and flowers and such,
but rather cold and snow,
and a day off of school,
I’m sure many enjoyed.

For me a bit of childhood
nostalgic fun after
white knuckling navigation
of treacherous roads,
an experience,
nearly forgotten.

I’m sure I was the
only idiot building
a snowman, well more like
a snowchild, for its
diminutive size, but
there it is … in all it’s
short-lived glory.

Tethered to a house or in a box
we’d talk and make our plans
for life and to meet again.
Tethered the lines could be
crossed and others a third
party on the line.
Tethered, you couldn’t know
if someone could hear you
say I love you on the line.
Tethered to a word of mouth
messaging system of someone’s
little sister saying he called.

Tethered now without wires,
for you are emotionally
attached, location free.
The third parties are now the
wind, and others around you
as you chase your day.
Messages seldom voiced
but textual, tied to your
heart with emojis.
And you are emotionally
more tethered than ever …
imagine being untethered,

if you lose your phone?

I wrote the following book over the last couple of years as a way of documenting the story of a friend of mine, Steve Wurst.  Steve is an entrepreneur and highly talented engineer and inventor who formed a company and developed a hypersonic engine and flight vehicle concept.  For many reasons it failed to be a market success, but it remains a remarkably innovative solution to the problem of hypersonic flight.  This book is the result of many conversations and  interviews with Steve, as well as online research.

Happy Father’s Day to all the Dad’s 

Father’s worry for their children
unlike a mother’s worry for same.
For a mother worries they don’t get hurt,
while a father worries they find happiness.
Mother worries about those things outside.

Things outside the nest which may be dangerous.
Father hopes they are prepared for life adventures.
Mother worries of the stress and toil of life and love.
Father hope they learn more of stresses, toils and love.
Mother seeks to help them with their own nesting.

Father seeks to help them grow and to flourish
as much on their own as they can be, holding them
only as close as they need to be the beautiful people
they are destined to be… but Mother will hold them so
close forever, and together … it’s a beautiful partnership.

Fairy Tales Come True

Born in innocence of youth
with a faith in each other
two worlds come together.

Journey’s intertwine
as streams flowing
graceful toward the sea.

Supporting each other,
perfect companions
flowing beautifully together.

Evoking a dream of you
who inspire each other,
and all of us to believe…

Dreams can come true
in the amazing fairy tale
told in the love shared by two.

When the moon is nigh and
the tides roll in covering
the jumble and the mess
and the winds are calm
then the  loveliness of
light reflects and ripples.

There is no reason
to not trust the calm
dark and cool sea,
but as the tide recedes
we see it is not so smooth
and it is hiding much.

And further out we go,
the more the wind blows
the sea suddenly rages
and love and respect finds
no home as the mess will
stir and churn with a storm.

For only the moon and
the winds of pressure
change the nature of
this sea, as we wait
impatiently for it to decide
what it should be.

Happy and Healthy New Year All!