It was a quiet week in Hope Valley

Raccoon from 1849 illustration by M. Charles D’Orbigny

Saturday, 04:23 pm.  My neighbor out back is home.  I can tell by the surging roar of his power washer.  It must be at least 100,000 psi.  I expect to see one of his wall studs to come flying overhead any moment now.  The neighbor to the right was home about two hours ago.  His fairly even chug-chug signature combined with fleeting sightings through the trees of some green and yellow creature makes me suspect that he was harvesting the hay … sorry, mowing the lawn … with his John Deere DIA-9000 lawn tractor.  Neighbor left, Ed, was creating an even gasoline-generated hum at around 10:00 am, immediately after I treated the entire neighborhood to an hour-long Honda-powered lawn mower serenade.  Eventually Ed came up the driveway, fully engaged power blower in hand, for a visit.  He kindly blew away from the driveway the evidence of my recent lawn manicure.  This was occasion for a couple of beers on the deck while we enjoyed some relaxing conversation.  That was Saturday.  Now Thursday was a different matter.

This is relatively clean compared to before I washed it. The new accumulation took one day.

I started Thursday morning well enough. I used the computer to apply for a job (the third such application for the week) even before I went downstairs for morning coffee and breakfast.  Next followed the daily walk up the drive to the mailbox where I deposited the latest Netflix movie that we had watched the night before.  The driveway was a powdery green hue mixed with raggedy orange clumps, the result of pine tree pollen and oak tree flowers.  Out came the big broom for a swift and vigorous sweep that eventually revealed that the driveway indeed still retained its original black color.  Just when I thought all outside was well I spotted my truck.  It was cloaked in a mass of oak florets that adhered to my burgundy paint finish by way of numerous pine sap droplets.  There was only one thing to do but wash the truck.  This included standing in the bed and brushing the roof, pulling out the 60- pound rubber bed liner, and brushing and flushing every inch of the vehicle.  A clean truck must be driven to be appreciated so I took a quick jaunt into town and purchased some 100 grit and 150 grit sandpaper.  The sandpaper was for the next project, finishing the old 1920’s speaker cabinet that is on my workbench in the basement.  That job, which went well, naturally flowed into working on my ham radio antenna mount.  Two pressure treated 2 x 4’s, one 2 x 6, and a 10 foot 1-1/4” galvanized pipe were spread out on the basement floor where I had left them the previous week.  I consulted my drawings and marked off all the cut and bore points on the material.  It took a while to get it right but I did succeed.  The actual cutting and assembly was left for Friday (yes, I did complete most of it on Friday).  Right around this time my stomach told me that it was past 11:30 am and thus time for lunch.  Lunch was followed by rest time, otherwise known as reading a library book on the iPad. You can imagine my surprise when the doorbell rang at around 2:30.  Picture this: We live in the middle of nowhere!  Almost nobody comes to our house unless they are wearing a brown uniform and carrying an electronic invoice pad.  We were not expecting any mail order merchandise (not this week, anyways). I told my wife that I would answer the door (I get to do all the neat stuff).  It was a young man of about 12 years old.  He had left his mom sitting in the SUV that was now parked in the middle of our driveway (glad I swept today!).  I was all prepared to donate to the local Pop Warner Baseball League or purchase some school band giant candy bars (I love those things!).  The last time a kid came to the door it was getting dark outside and he was lost and in tears … we had to go get his mom that time.  This was going to be different.

“You have a sick raccoon walking through your yard” he blurted out.  Introductions were not necessary, it was an emergency.  My wife and I went out to meet the young man’s mom and she affirmed that a sickly raccoon was making a random and slow traverse of the neighborhood.  She was afraid that it might be rabid (a very valid concern in this area) and wanted to alert us.  My wife and I went out and joined the crowd at the street.  There were now two moms, one grandmother, and at least 6 assorted children (mostly inside SUV’s) clustered around our curbside mailbox.  If you add in my wife and me, it was a regular convention.  We had no idea there were so many people in our neighborhood!  Names and greetings were exchanged while we all watched the wandering raccoon.  He was at least a 25 pounder.  His movement was that of a drunk, swaying first to the left for a few feet and then making a course correction off to the right for another random 25 feet or so.  First he was in the street and then in the yard of my neighbor across the street.  Then he was back on our side again.  911 had already been called and we were awaiting the arrival of the police (DEM does not respond to such an event and apparently the local animal officer was not available… small town).  As the clock moved along so did the raccoon.  We were now afraid that we might lose sight of him.  That would not be good.  I got a milk crate to bag him with.  I then decided that it was severely undersized.  My next choice was a large green paper recycling bin (all paper and cardboard are suitable, pizza boxes excepted).  As the animal was moving into the woods I approached him quickly with the bin.  He suddenly turned towards me when I neared his back.  It was either pounce or be bitten.  I rammed the bin home on top of him and sat on it.  The bin shook enough to tell me that there was no way I could let go and walk away.  Two of the kids retrieved large rocks from my yard (the 30-pound variety; strong kids!) and I placed these on top of the bin.  The police officer arrived a few minutes later.  He said that he was it.  No animal officer or DEM person to be expected.  As I removed the bin the officer took aim with his 22 Marlin rifle.  The raccoon seemed to revive a bit and took off faster than expected.  It took two shots to bring him down.  Our crowd dispersed, all of us now a little more like a neighborhood because we had helped each other.  I had to promise to do the burial right away and to avoid touching any blood.  This I did.  It just so happened that this was the first day it was over 75 degrees in months and so I enjoyed some more exercise for the day.

Before everyone went home one of the young men volunteered that this incident was not all that uncommon on our street.  Two years earlier, almost to the week, one of the boys that was in the SUV had been attacked on the way to the bus stop by a fisher cat.  He was only six years old at the time.  The quick intervention of his mother, a fellow student, and another neighbor resulted in his getting away with scratches, bites, and eventually several stitches on his leg.  That was not a quiet day either.  Before we all broke up my neighbor from across the street volunteered that one of the two or so bear sightings in Rhode Island happened in her yard when her now adult son was approached by a mother bear guarding her cub.  My wife did not believe me when I later told her of that incident.  Now we listen more carefully to the sounds coming from the woods at night.  And yes, we are getting to know and like our new neighbors.  It is going to be an interesting summer.

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From Bell & Howell Filmo to DVD

Taken with 8-mm B&H Filmo, 1954: Note '40's coupe passing by.

It’s about 1954. The place is Roger Williams Park in Cranston, RI. A young father and his 5-year old son are swinging the 2-year old son between them. The arc of their swing peaks right above the adjacent duck pond. Mom, with long dark hair and a woolen spring coat operates the Bell & Howle 8-mm Filmo movie camera, neatly cutting off her husband’s head for many of the 16 frames that pass the shutter each second. In the background we see cars passing by, coupes and sedans, dating mostly from the late 1930’s and ‘40’s (new cars were only beginning to become plentiful in ’53). The 8-mm silent movie camera was the high-tech item for most families at the time. Sound recording with film was also available but it was priced well beyond the means of most Americans. Each small 8-mm reel (actually 16-mm film that was recorded in 8-mm on opposite sides) on the movie camera promised to deliver as much as four minutes of family posterity (assuming you used regular speed and didn’t make too many mistakes). When the film reached the end of its spool it was necessary to find a dark place where you could open the camera back, extract the film, and re-spool it after turning it over. You were now ready to finish the roll. Hopefully you did not allow too much sunlight to enter and fog the film. My dad rarely wasted any film. He was an expert at changing reels.

The only still cameras in our house were Bakelite Brownies left over from the 1930’s or the very basic Falcon that looked like a 35mm but was not. Most were in the popular 126 format. My brother and I were usually the only ones that used these simple to take pictures with (but difficult to load) devices.

Taken with 126 format fixed focus Falcon, a Bakelite special

The evidence of our photographic ineptitude shines through in blurry pictures like the one of my brother leaning on the front bumper of the 1955 Chevrolet (the family car was more often than not a Chevy). My brother is taking a picture of me at the same time with some unrecognizable camera. His right pants leg is stylishly rolled up. On the rare occasions when our dad took a still shot the results could be nothing less than spectacular as evidenced by the flash photo showing me holding my infant brother while in the clutches of an upholstered wing chair.

Dad needed a steady hand to get this nice shot.

These cameras accounted for a couple rolls of pictures (12 shots per roll) each year until the 1960’s when Kodak finally took care of that ‘difficult to load’ problem. They introduced the Instamatic line of cameras. The new film developed specifically for the Instamatic camera line consisted of a drop-in cartridge. That’s all you did; drop it in and close the back cover. A few turns on the film advance and you were ready for fog-free photography. There was an extensive line of Instamatics that culminated in one with variable focus and automatic winding between exposures. That one worked by means of a spring that the amateur photographer wound by pulling on a cord (sort of like the then in vogue Chatty Cathy doll; same mechanism, different application). I never progressed beyond the entry-level model, the Instamatic-100. It took perfectly focused (subject must be at least 6 feet away) square format photos that were of reasonable quality.

Kodak Instamatic 100 image, somewhere in Montana

It even had a neat integrated flash that you could load with Sylvania Blue Dot bulbs (‘if you can see the blue dot, the bulb is good). The 100 served me well right up through the 1970’s. My collection of prints and slides grew and I knew nothing about the 35mm format that had been the vogue among miniature format photographers since the early 1930’s.

Everything changed in 1977 when my first daughter was born. This was a moment for celebration and it had to be recorded with style. Long before she was due I outfitted myself with a Minolta SRT-101 35 mm single-lens reflex camera. The process was a little more complicated but the photographs were vastly improved over the fixed focus cameras I was used to. Family movies were still very important and to that end my dad gave me his old Filmo which I now put to use; that is until the next major revolution arrived, the videocassette recorder.

My first introduction to the video recorder was the videotape recorder (VTR). It looked much like a reel-to-reel audio tape recorder but it picked up video as well. I used one of these to record many editions of Nova and National Geographic TV shows that I used to enhance the biology classes I taught. The VTR was owned by the school where I worked. It recorded only in black and white but it was a great advance over the old 16mm films we were using. Eventually you could not give away a 16mm projector! The VTR revolution was short-lived. The VTR was devoured by the VCR (videocassette recorder) that came out soon after the VTR. We had our choice between two competing formats, VHS and Betamax. You already know which one survived. The next major household purchase after a VCR player was a VHS videocassette movie camera. It was big, it required large tapes, and it recorded in full color with the addition of great sound. 8mm and Super 8 film were toast.

Of course the primary use of the VCR was not watching family movies. It was for watching rental movies. Tape rental stores popped up on every corner. There were the family owned startups, the milk store tape racks, and eventually the national chains. I remember one jewelry store that began renting movies and selling blank tapes. When they had a big sale I would run down there and buy up a few more $5 blank tapes for use at home. If you returned a tape late there was a $1-$3 per day late fee. I remember the many times I would slip a tape in a return slot on a Sunday morning right after church. The VCR had a good run. Then came the CD and its video cousin the DVD. Even the youngest people reading this are familiar with DVD technology. It wiped out all the videotapes on national video rental store shelves (mom and pop stores were gone by now).

Technology does not stand still. The introduction of movie DVD’s by mail and instant streaming has all but eliminated dedicated brick and mortar video rental stores. The empty storefronts are scattered all over the United States. The present industry leader is Netflix. My son gave my wife a subscription to Netflix several years ago and we have never looked back. We have noticed that the number of films available for instant streaming to your computer and broadcast to the family TV are increasing all the time. Many films are still not available to download with one low fee and this is due to all sorts of legal licensing arguments going on behind the scenes. As a result there are presently two major delivery options from Netflix: delivery by mail (physical DVD .. send it back whenever you want) or direct instant streaming to your computer and display device (I use a Roku). Some people seem to think that the streamed movies are of an inferior quality when compared to the ones that are available only through the mail. I must agree that there are a lot of dogs in the Instant library; but, there are enough gems to keep your eyes deep in movies for decades. To illustrate my point I will now provide you with a few reviews of superior (IMHO) movies that you can get instantly from Netflix. Try them out and let me know if you agree. If I get enough positive feedback I may make additional lists in the future. In any event, if you don’t like a streamed movie, you can just turn it off after 5 or ten minutes of viewing and go on to another; no extra cost, no tears.

NOTE: My list of “already watched movies” at Netflix is 18 pages long! I’ll start with some of the more recently watched films. Links require a Netflix account to access.

Ken’s Recommendations (all of these rate a 5/5):

Doghouse (2009) – Six British guys decide to hang out in a small country town where they can drink, bond, and get away from the daily grind of work or unemployment. Unfortunately the town they select turns out to be a little strange. Nobody is there, except for the women. That might sound like a good thing until they realize that all of the women have turned into ferocious zombies. Be prepared for lots of gore, sick jokes, and sick fun. Don’t take it seriously, just sit back and enjoy.

SALT (2010) – Angelina Jolie plays a woman accused of being a Russian sleeper spy in the USA. She doesn’t stick around long after the accusation is made. Her flight and subsequent activities make for some of the most incredible (and unbelievable) action shots I have ever seen. This movie doesn’t stop for a moment. There is a really interesting plot and tons of violence. You have been warned. I think this is one of the best that Jolie has done.

Harvey (1950) – Elwood P. Dowd (played by Jimmy Stewart) lives with his sister, his niece, and an imaginary 6-foot tall rabbit. That should be  enough plot to get you interested. I have seen this movie many times and enjoy it more with each viewing. I even saw the original play this past year when it was presented by the Granite Theatre in Westerly, RI. Don’t let the 1950 date bother you. The story is one that will always be fresh.

Angus (1995) – Angus is the class fat boy. His main buddy is a skinny little nerd. Life in school is tough for both of these guys. The movie follows them from elementary school all the way to the high school Winter Ball where Angus is elected to be the Winter Ball King. Of course it was a rigged election designed to embarrass him for one last time. This film definitely has Carrie overtones. Angus is the kind of movie that works well for young people and adults. I wasn’t sure about this one but when I eventually played it I was pleasantly surprised. You will be too.

More Dogs than Bones (2000) – This is one of those films that is a warning to never believe all the negative ratings some viewers give. It has about as many negative reviews as positive ones. Who’s right? You have to take a chance and decide for yourself. I tried this one and loved it. The movie begins with a Pakistani man flying to the United States to visit his nephew. He is on the same flight as a female mobster who has just learned that the cops will be waiting on the tarmac to pick up here and the million dollars of loot that she is transporting. What to do? Of course she somehow gets the Pakistani man, Raj Lukla, to unknowingly transport her money. Unfortunately the simple plan to immediately get the money back after she passes muster with the police fails. Things quickly get very interesting and messy. Warning: there is lots of violence even though the movie does have a heart.

The Skeleton Key (2005) – This one is categorized as being in the suspense and horror genre. That about says it. It’s all quite serious stuff, not fooling around here. Skeleton Key is a very well done horror flick that is not typical. It will not allow you to figure out exactly what is happening until the very end. It just works real well! Oh, it’s about a girl who shows up at an old mansion to become the new caregiver for a seriously ill man and his healthy, but a bit strange, wife. That’s all you need to know.

A Little Princess (1995) – It is World War I and a British father enlists in the service as an officer. His wife died several years earlier and the only person he has left is his daughter. He sends his daughter, his Little Princess, to a boarding school in New York where she will be safe. Unfortunately all does not go well and his daughter ends up having a much different experience than she expected. This is a great family film. Don’t let that scare you away. I enjoyed every minute of it.

PS: I now take my still pictures with a Kodak digital camera. It also does movies. And yes, I do remember the videodisc that I did not mention above. I had fun using those to show kids how bees communicated with each other … and a good friend of mine (Jerry LaFontaine, a great man who passed away at the young age of 50) invited us and others over to his house for many movie nights, all presented in glorious videodisc clarity. He was always a first adopter!

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What do you Read?

Just how does a person share a book these days?  It used to be that you put your name on the inside of the cover and then lent the book to a close friend with the adomonition to “Please get it back to me when you are finished with it” or you might just say “Pass it on when you are done.”  The ‘get it back to me’ rarely worked.  If it did come back the cover would have gained water ripples from being left out all night on the patio table.  Then there was always the “I loaned it out to Tim…ask him what he did with it.”  As it stands now I have thrown out or donated a large part of my personal library.  It was getting to the point that I needed to build new bookcases each year.  My reliance on the local public library thus increased greatly.  Read the book and return it – simple!  Unfortunately our library also had a book donation corner near the front door.

“Hardcovers $1, paperbacks 3/$1, magazines 10 cents each”

Who could resist such a temptation?  My library grew way faster than the lawn (unfortunately the house did not increase in size).  Many books I purchased would later return to the library as second time donations.

Enter the Electronic Age (e-This and i-That).  Our state library system now provides books as files available over the Internet.  You ‘take out’ a book and three weeks later it self-destructs.  Actually it does not self-destruct; it just becomes impossible to open the file anymore.  You can read these books on your electronic device, be it a computer, Kindle, iPad, Nook, or other such modern marvel.  I now regularly download books and read them on the Kindle.  I know, they say it’s not possible to do that because Amazon will only allow you to read .txt, .pdf (barely), or .azw files that do not have DRM protection as most all library loaners do.  That little problem can be overcome with a couple Python routines and file transfers by USB cable.  Unfortunately the most common file format at our state library web site is something called EPUB.  A Kindle can not deal with that.  Enter the iPad.  It reads the EPUB files just fine with the assistance of an app called Bluefire Reader.  The nice thing is that all the latest best sellers are in this format!

Then of course there are the thousands of public domain titles that are freely available all over the Internet (including at Amazon and Apple).  There are classics and obscure works both.  Of course you can actually purchase a book and have it delivered to your device in seconds.  I have done that on a few occasions too, especially when the price was a bit low or I just could not wait to get it from the library.  The Devil in the White City, reviewed below, is one such title that I just had to have.

So, without further rambling I invite you to look through some of the titles that I have recently read.  You may just find something that intrigues you as much as it did me.

Thunderstruck by Erik Larson

This book was an ideal choice for me. It mixes my love for radio with my interest in murder mysteries. This is the kind of book that gives a very personal insight on what Marconi was like. It also provides plenty of history on the development of radio and the attendant political fights that ensued. The murder part of the book, which ties in with the newest technology of the times (radio) also covers the newly emerging field of forensic science. The case this book brings to light is the first big crime solved by Bernard Spilsbury, considered the father of modern crime investigation. I raced through this book.
Reviews:

NPR’s All Things Considered did an article on this book.

Strange Piece of Paradise by Terri Jentz

It’s the 1970’s and two Yale coeds decide to make a cross-country bike trek. When their tent is run over by a truck and the girls are brutally attacked with a hatchet, nobody is arrested for the crime. 15 years later Terri Jentz returns to the scene of the outrage in Oregon and tries to track down the man who tried to kill her and her friend. This is an absolutely fascinating account of real people and unbelievable situations. Although a long book, the reading is riveting. This is the real thing and it makes fiction pale by comparison.
Reviews:
Google has made available printed excerpts of the book.
Powell’s.com has reviews of the book and an actual video made by the author, Terri Jentz.

The Father of Forensics by Colin Evans

Imagine a television show or movie about CSI (Crime Scene Investigation) with a timeframe of 1920-1950. This is what you get with this book about Sir Bernard Spilsbury, the very first forensic investigator worthy of the title. His exploits easily put his fictional contemporary, Sherlock Holmes, to shame. This book will convince you that evil men have always been with us but were usually never caught. Not until Bernard Spilsbury arrived on the scene. Turn off the TV and read this book.
Reviews:

Empires of Light by Jill Jonnes

It is the late 1880’s in America and technology is exploding. The genesis for this explosion is our newfound understanding of electricity. The great motivators are three giants: Edison, Tesla, and Westinghouse. This is the story of how the world became electrified. The book gives a realistic and well researched view of a time that was very different from now. It also deals with the personalities of the men responsible for bringing electricity, light, and motorized industry to the world. This is just one more creative work that fills the gaps in your appreciation of invention in America.

Reviews:
Jill Jonnes has her own web site where you can learn more about this book and others she has written.

Paul’s Down-Home Page has a nicely done review that gives a good flavor of the book.

Authentically Black: Essays for the Black Silent Majority by John McWhorter

“Black America today is permeated by a new kind of double consciousness that has strayed far beyond the one Du Bois examined in 1903…” so begins this book that says what so many people refuse to say. John McWhorter is a successful university professor and linguist. He is also black and very tired of the excuses some black people give for their lack of achievement. He claims that many blacks have two selves, one private and one public. The private persona is the authentic person and this is reserved for interaction with friends and family. The public persona is one of a persecuted individual who deserves special treatment to make up for the racial prejudice that he is subjected to. McWhorter’s book is a call to all black Americans to have pride in their intellectual achievement and to make heroes of black Americans who pursue excellence. A must read book.

Reviews:

Amazon.com has a section called “Books to help Black America WAKE UP”. This book and others are highlighted there.

The Manhattan Institute for Policy Research has a page dedicated to the writings of John McWhorter. You can read many of his essays right there. Check it out.

The Culture of Disbelief by Stephen Carter

Have you noticed a trend in the culture of America that makes it popular to move away from religious belief and to mock those who do believe in God? Stephen Carter exposes this trend and explains the dangers associated with it. As one reviewer expressed it, Carter will upset liberals and conservatives alike. His book is about honesty in everyday life and the role that belief in God plays. This book will make you question your belief system, no matter what you already believe. I wrote an e-mail to Mr. Carter and complemented him on this compelling book. I mentioned that reading his book was a very gratifying experience even though there were things he mentioned that I could not agree with. His response was “As to disagreeing, I am less concerned about whether people find what I say persuasive, than about whether they have found it worth their while to think about. Generally, as in your note, they can then give me much to think about in return.” Stephen Carter is a professor of law at Yale University. Read his book. It will make you think.

Reviews:

Leadership University, a biblical study organization, did an insightful and complete review of this book.

Amazon.com allows you to read a random page from the book.

The publisher of the book, Random House, has a nice page with references to several reviews. It is worth a look.

This is Paradise! by Hyok Kang.

This is the autobiography of a young man from North Korea. He and his family escaped from North Korea into China and eventually made their way to South Korea where they now live. Since the early 1990’s millions of people in North Korea have died of starvation. The situation became critical around 1994. It continues today. The root cause is not famine or natural disasters as the government would have the world believe. It is, as usual, the politics of communism. Hyok’s story paints a bleak picture of a people that live regimented and wretched lives under a cruel and deceitful dictator Kim Jong-Il. If you want to know what North Korea is really like, this is the book to read. If you want to understand why communism is so hated and feared by democratic societies, you must read this book. Of course, if you were a North Korean and this book or any other not sanctioned by the government was found in your possession you would be arrested and shot to death.

Reviews:

Lotus Reads is a blog site that does book reviews. You will find a review and comments there.

The author wrote an article for the London Times. It also contains excerpts from his book. This will give you a good understanding of what his autobiography is like.

Coming of Age in the Milky Way by Timothy Ferris

I have read a number of books on astronomy. None of them could even come close to this one. It is a concise history of astronomy from pre-history times to the modern era (1988 when this book was written). The author knows how to tell an interesting story. This is not a textbook. The explanations are so clear that even I was able to understand concepts that I once thought beyond my grasp. If you always wanted to know how scientists were able to figure out how the universe works this book is for you. It becomes easy and enjoyable when someone who knows how to write is telling the story.

Reviews:

The New York Times has an extensive review of this book (you must register for access). Check it out. If you need to borrow a copy I have one on the shelf for interested family members.

The Lobster Chronicles: Life on a Very Small Island by Linda Greenlaw

This is one of my favorites. I originally purchased the book for my daughter Melanie (who now has the book) and ended up reading it myself. You may recall in the movie A Perfect Storm that there was a woman lobster boat captain. Linda is that person. This is her story. It tells how she became the captain of a lobster boat out of Maine for 17 years. She is actually a journalism graduate of Colby College who decided that fishing was her true love in life. The stories in this book are incredible! I read this book very quickly and then went on to read two other books by her. Linda is a delightful writer who will educate and entertain you.

Amazon.com actually has several good reviews of this book and others by Linda. Please check it out.

Busting Vegas, The MIT Whiz Kid Who Brought the CASINOS TO THEIR KNEES, by Ben Mezrich

A lot of people have heard about them but few know the complete story. This story is about a group of MIT students who became part of a group that learned to beat the casinos. It was organized by a MIT grad student, Victor Cassius. He started with a group of about 50 willing students. Only about 8 of them made it to the first small team that hit the casinos. They spent their weekends gambling and winning. They also got in a lot of trouble, some of it life threatening. They were not card counting but were using a series of three very specific techniques that required months of practice. The star of the team and the focus of this true story is Semyon Dukach, the student who was eventually known as the Darling of Las Vegas.

Read the book and you will actually get the details on how to do it. More importantly you will get a glimpse of what legal gambling is really all about. This book just solidified my aversion to gambling casinos. I dare you to read just the first chapter and then put the book down.

A web page titled “Meet The Author” has a short video done by Ben Mezrich discussing his book.

The Sea Captain’s Wife by Martha Hodes

This book will present you with a truly unique view of our country during the time of the civil war. It is the story of a poor white woman , Eunice Connolly, who lived in Massachusetts and worked in the mills. Her financial situation was never any good and it got worse when she was married. Her husband was not successful and eventually took his family south to Atlanta looking for work. He ended up being in the Confederate Army fighting against his own brothers in law. Eunice’s life went from bad to worse after the war and it only turned around when she met a black sea captain from the Grand Caymans. Against all convention of the time she married him and her life finally saw some light.

This book was just incredible. The research that went into it was top notch. Read it.

Go to the author’s web page and read some of the book and reviews. It also lists times and places where she will appear for book signings.

Witnessing History, One Chinese Woman’s Fight for Freedom by Jennifer Zeng

Jennifer Zeng was a successful college graduate and mother who lived in China. Her career was interrupted by a very serious virus infection that left her with no energy and unable to leave home for work. Then she heard about Falun Gong. It was a mix of public exercise, meditation, and personal development. Also known as Falun Dafa, the precepts of this philosophy are Truthfulness, Benevolence, and Forbearance. It is said to promote mental and physical health. She took up the practice and soon found that all traces of her disease disappeared. She then entered a new career in the emerging Chinese stock investment field. Jennifer was very successful and became one of the most valued employees at the firm where she worked. All went well until the Chinese government decided that the Falun Gong movement was a threat to the nation. They began arresting anyone who practiced Falun Gong in public. People were usually released once they promised to never again practice Falun Gong. Jennifer was arrested several times and kept for longer stays with each successive arrest. She refused to refute the teachings of Falun Gong and was subsequently placed in a hard labor camp (re-education camp) for over a year. She and others were subjected to torture, deprivation, and beatings. Thousands were arrested and many died in prison. This is the story of one of the most repressive communist governments in history. The situation is unchanged to this day. If a Chinese citizen were to unfurl a Falun Gong banner in Tiananmen Square today, they would be arrested within 5 minutes and go directly to jail (there are hundreds of cameras covering the square at all times).

Jennifer eventually escaped China after her release from prison and is presently living in Australia. Read her book so you will know who we are really dealing with when you hear about the favorable trade status the USA confers on China.

To learn about Falun Dafa, go to their organization web site. There are readings, books, and general information available. If you have forgotten what Tiananmen Square was all about back in 1989, check out the recent headlines about its anniversary. There is a review at Amazon.com. Soho Press has a review also. Also check out the Epoch Times. You can read the actual book online at Questia.com .

Warriors Don’t Cry by Melba Patillo Beals

The year is 1957. I was in the third grade at Conimicut Elementary School in Warwick, RI. Melba Pattillo, a black girl living in Little Rock, AR, was ready to enter the 11th grade in high school. She and 8 other black teens were enlisted to attend Little Rock Central High, an all white high school of over 2,000 students. On the first day of classes she was met by a crowd of 2,000 jeering segregationists ready for a fight. The governor himself had the National Guard ring the school (two blocks long and 7 stories high) to prevent any of the “niggers” from entering. They did not make it in that day but they returned a couple weeks later with the 101st Airborne Division sent by President Eisenhower to protect them. They entered and a year of misery began for the Little Rock Nine. Melba Patillo was one of those nine students and she finally was able to write this recollection in 1994. We now take it for granted that students of different races all deserve to go to the same schools. It was not always so. Read this book to get a real feel for the horror of segregation and the bigotry associated with it. It is now 50 years later (2007) and racial prejudice is still with us, but we can be thankful to these 9 students and others like them that it will never again be as bad as it was. Look carefully at the photograph below. That shows Elizabeth Eckford trying to ignore the mob and enter the school through the line of Arkansas National Guards. She did not make it in that day.

There is a short review and several links on Amazon.com.

Melba has her own web page which discusses this book and others.

My City Was Gone by Dennis Love

Have you ever heard of Anniston, Alabama? It was once touted as the best city in America to live in. It seems that is not so. The only thing I ever knew about Anniston was that there was an Army base there. I know this because I sometimes respond to DOD solicitations for bids on the machining of various parts the Army needs. It seems that the Anniston base is also the largest storehouse for chemical weapons in the USA. It is also the home of a very large Monsanto Chemical plant. Can you see where this is going? This is the story of a town that was systematically poisoned and endangered over a 50-year period by these two culprits. Something was finally done several years ago when local citizens and lawyers banded together to set things straight. This book tells the story of how a town in the U.S.A. can be allowed to become so badly polluted for so long with nobody doing anything about it. You will never trust a major corporation again after reading this. This was an eye-opener. I was not too fond of the writing style and had to push myself through much of it that seemed a bit drawn out, but the message did get through.

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China Live, Two Decades in the Heart of the Dragon by Mike Chinoy

Mike Chinoy presents a very unique and balanced view on China in this book published in 1997. He started out as a 1970’s college student at Yale who was invited to visit China with other students as a result of his pro-Mao views. Mike was politically on the radical fringe, believing that Chairman Mao was doing it right and the US (then fighting a China-supported war in Vietnam) had it all wrong. Mike described his initial visit to China and his subsequent dedication to becoming a student of China and its language. He eventually landed the job he wanted, Beijing bureau chief for CNN. This was after working for other networks where he was not getting the freedom and positions he wanted. Mike was in China during the amazing years of ferment when China began to open up to the world and grant its people incremental improvements in freedom. This book documents the turmoil in China from the early ’70’s through 1994, including the Tiananmen Square protest of 1989. It also documents Chinoy’s maturing and his enlightened world view. You get a real feel for living in China when you read this book…. all the repression, fear, and desire for freedom is evident. The book also covers several other hotspots such as Ireland and North Korea. Read this and you will have a better understanding of current world events and you will have increased respect for CNN, the new kid on the block.

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Mike Chinoy was interviewed about the book when it was released and you can read the interview.

Barnes and Noble has a review.

The Politically Incorrect Guide to ISLAM (AND THE CRUSADES), by Robert Spencer

This is a truly scary book. One of the cover credits titled “praise for the author on RevivingIslam.com” reads as follows: “May Allah rip out his spine from his back and split his brains in two, and then put them both back, and then do it over and over again. Amen.” The biography on the back cover tells a little about the author, Robert Spencer, and when it gets to the part where it usually tells you about his family it reads “He (Spencer) lives in a Secure, Undisclosed Location.” This book has truly pissed off a bunch of Muslims. The reason? Spencer tells it like it is and lays bare their unadulterated desire for world domination and the subjugation or elimination of all unbelievers. Unless you faithfully practice the Islam faith, you are an infidel and according to Mohamed as written in the Qur’an you have three choices: (1) Convert, (2) Subjugate yourself to Islamic rule by paying a tax to the Muslims and withstanding their demining treatment of you (called dhimmi) or (3) you must be killed. These instructions are repeated over and over again in the Qur’an and in other writing by and about Muhammad. Spencer easily demonstrates that this is not extremist Islam but mainstream Islam. In most Islamic countries nearly one half of all the population, or more, believe in these precepts. And yes, Spencer cites the studies and polls that this information is gleaned from. Throughout the book there are separate panels where the words of Jesus are contrasted with those of Muhammad. The contrast between the man of peace and the warrior who slaughtered his own townspeople when they refused to accept him as a prophet is shocking. Spencer also gives the politically incorrect version of why the crusades happened (they were a delayed reaction to centuries of cruel Muslim wars that killed and enslaved much of the Near East, Asia, and eastern Europe) and what they actually accomplished. They held off the advancing Islamic invaders just long enough for them to finally pull back as a result of their own internal politics. The problem is that they are advancing again. They are infiltrating European and Asian and North American countries with the intention of eventually imposing their religion and religious law (Sharia Law) on everyone they allow to live. Spencer does not claim that this is the goal of all Muslims, but he does show that an alarming number of them support these precepts and the terrorist groups that promote them. Many Muslims are not even aware of the violence preached by the Qur’an (Koran) since they are not familiar with the book. Others ignore it or embrace it. This book speaks up and tells us that we have been warned and that it is time for the tolerant and democratic governments of this world to protect themselves. Read this book and any of the numerous references it cites in asides as “A Book You’re Not Supposed to Read” and you will have your eyes opened.

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The author is the director of Jihad Watch and an Adjunct Fellow with the Free Congress Foundation

Read a few customer reviews on Amazon.

The Middle East Forum also provides a short review.

Panama Fever, The Building of the Panama Canal by Matthew Parker

I have a special interest the history of technology as it unfolded in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Matthew Parker’s book Panama Fever is a wonderful story about one event of that period. Most of us know that the canal was begun by the French and completed by the Americans and that is as far as it goes. This book goes much deeper into the politics, geography, finances, and human cost of the canal. We learn that the real momentum behind the original doomed attempt was a Frenchman named Ferdinand de Lesseps who was a man of unlimited energy, patriotism, and imagination. We also discover the role of the US president Teddy Roosevelt and the superb staff of medical researchers who helped to finally free Panama of insect-borne disease. This is also the story of immigrants from all over the world who came to build the most ambitious engineering structure ever known to man. Parker does not leave anything out, especially his documenting of the cruel and unfair treatment of the people from Caribbean nations such as Jamaica and Barbados, the people who sacrificed the most and gained the least.

This is a book you will read straight through…fascinating!

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Matthew Parker has his own website where you can learn more about Panama Fever and see a video of the canal in action.

Barnes and Noble has a good descriptive review. Also, the Los Angeles Times has a very comprehensive review.

Rose, by Martin Cruz Smith

I will read anything written by Martin Cruz Smith. Unfortunately he just does not seem to write often enough. I got started with Smith by reading his earlier works such as Gorky Park (also a popular movie), Polar Star, and Red Square. That popular series followed the exploits of a put-upon Russian police investigator, Arkady Renko, who got in trouble for doing his job too well. The most recent book in the series that I have read was Havana Bay, a wonderful story of crime in the modern communist Cuba.

Rose is in some ways very similar to earlier Smith novels. Once again there is the imperfect investigator who refuses to back down, no matter how much it hurts. The twist is that the hero, Jonathan Blair, is a Victorian age man, not a modern one. The scene is the coal mines of England of the 1870’s. Like all of Smith’s novels, you get the feeling that he researched his subject thoroughly. You actually learn what an 18th century coal mine is like. You get to know the people who work the mine and develop a real feel for the community. Like many good mysteries this book has plenty of twists and keeps you turning those pages as quickly as possible. If you like this one you will want to read everything else Martin Cruz Smith has written. Give it a try….you’ll like it.

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Darwin and the Barnacle, The Story of One Tiny Creature and History’s Most Spectacular Scientific Breakthrough, by Rebecca Stott

A story about investigating barnacles? I must be kidding, right?

Actually, no. This book was absolutely awesome. I was a biology teacher for 31 years and in all that time I never read anything that did a better job of explaining what the pursuit of science is all about. This is a truly personal biography of Charles Darwin, a giant of biological research. This book is much more than a study of how Darwin derived his great theory of evolution through the use of exacting study of barnacles and other creatures. This is the story of the real man and his family. This is the man who spent much of his life in terrific pain due to a gout-like disorder that he took equally painful “water treatments” to cure. It is also the tale of a family man who endured the loss of his children to disease. Scientists are people just like everyone else. This is something that rarely penetrates a science course. This book makes the scientist, Darwin especially, real.

Note: A movie called Creation has been released.  It chronicles the same period in Darwin’s life as this book does.

The Emperor of Ocean Park, by Stephen L. Carter

Could this be the same Stephen L. Carter who wrote the scholarly The Culture of Disbelief (see above)? It sure is! I couldn’t believe it when I saw this book. It is fiction and I just don’t expect a superb and serious nonfiction author to write fiction. I had to give it a try. I’m glad I did.

Carter is equally at home with a good mystery as he is with serious writing. This book follows the exploits of a law professor, Talcott Garland, who investigates his father’s death. At first he is reluctant to investigate at all, thinking that nothing was amiss. Then he is prompted by several people, including a gangster friend of the family and his own sister, to look more deeply into his father’s life and death. It’s nearly impossible to figure out what the big family secret is until you get to the very end of the book….Carter makes you work for every small bit of information that is revealed. But, in the process, he paints a grand story that constantly pulls you along an engrossing 654 pages. You might ask what Carter knows about teaching law….that’s easy…for his day job he is a professor of law at Yale University.

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Berlin Games by Guy Walters (read on Amazon Kindle)

If you have any sense of history at all you have heard about the 1936 Olympic Games. They were held in Germany. That’s right, the same fascist Germany that had already been persecuting Jews and other undesirables for some time. Jews were usually denied access to athletic clubs ….their memberships were eliminated without any reason. Jews were not allowed to attend many sporting events…and so on…the list goes on. Hitler was on the rise and he ran things the way he wanted to. Most people just followed along. The German members of the International Olympics Committee had been lobbying for some time to have the 1936 Olympics in Germany. There were protests in France, England, and the USA. What was the result? All three participated after much discussion and investigation of the Germans. Most individual participants, regardless of what country they came from, were just kids who had no political sense of what was going on. They just wanted to compete. There were exceptions, though and they make the most intriguing stories in this book. Jesse Owens was the black competitor from the USA. He beat the hell out of the Germans. Read about Hitler’s reaction to this unthinkable event…. read, learn, and remember!

This book describes the politics and the sport of the Olympics. There are plenty of case studies of individuals from various countries who had to make their own decisions about whether to compete or not. You will read all about the political intrigue in each country, especially the goings on in Germany where special visits for Olympic committee members were arranged. Germany finally got the nod…after agreeing to take down the “Jews not allowed” signs from the walls of the Olympic stadium, among other small concessions. The Olympic contestants were warmly welcomed by the crowds in Germany….anyone who did not turn up to cheer in the streets or hang banners and swastika flags from their windows would have to answer to local officials. It’s all here in this book. All the time I was reading this I was thinking China, China, China. When the Olympic torch went through London there were many Chinese students there cheering the torch-bearer. Spontaneous? No. They had coaches (older men in black trench coats) passing out flags and instructing them how to behave. Just click on China to see what I mean. Look at the entire group of pictures at this Flickr site and read the comments….amazing…real. Note: It is no longer possible to see the photographs I mentioned above.  The owner has changed their access code to PRIVATE.  I can only speculate why.

This book also has excruciating detail of individual events…just like you hear and see on TV….sports fans would like this part (not me). But, that is not the main thrust of the book. This well researched text gives you a history lesson that we need to experience. Will Nazi Germany or a similar state ever return? It already exists in many places throughout this world and anyone who dares think ‘it can’t happen again’ is walking around with blinders on (my editorial, not from the book). Read this and make up your own mind.

Reviews:

Read the description of this work by Harper Collins, the publisher.

Guy Walters has his own web page that is full of details and praise for this book.

James Inniss also provides an interesting review.

The Children’s Blizzard by David Laskin (read on Amazon Kindle)

How can someone make a book about weather interesting? It’s a good question that has been answered many times by some superlative authors. One of the best I have read is The Perfect Storm by Sebastian Junger. Maybe you saw the movie? I read the book….amazing! But then, Sebastian Junger had all sorts of reference information, recordings, and personal histories from survivors to help him write that book (and he did a wonderful job!).

What if you were to write about a storm that took place in 1888? The technology of the day was primitive compared to now. I refer to both the meteorology and other technologies such as wireless communication (not yet in existence). There were newspapers and personal letters. There were records maintained by the U.S. Army Signal Corps (they were in charge of weather prediction). These are the sources that Laskin mined so as to develop a minute-by-minute analysis of what happened in this awful storm that hit most of the USA, but nowhere did it hit as hard as in the Midwest (Nebraska, the Dakotas, and Minnesota).

Laskin tells a compelling story … yes one of those ‘impossible to put down books … that will fill the reader with horror and dread of the coming storm. The stories about all the children who were caught in one-room schoolhouses just as the storm hit are the most moving. The teacher had a decision to make: send the children home or keep them in the school? The school usually had only enough wood for a few hours more of heat and the temperature outside was quickly dropping, eventually ending in temperatures around 40 degrees F. below zero! The decision made by a single teacher, often someone still in their teens or early 20’s, would eventually make the difference between life or death for hundreds of students across several states. Likewise there were decisions made by weather forecasters ….good and bad….some that may have helped save lives and some that may have caused death. I don’t want to give away too much about this book…I just want you to read it…it won’t be difficult…and you will gain a new respect for our present technology which is not often given its due.

Book Browse gives a good descriptive review of this book.

Google Books will let you read some of the book.

mean and lowly things by Kate Jackson

Look at the cover of this book and you see a photo of a slight girl with dark hair and glasses…and a live snake in her hands…. in front of Lake Ontario. This is the story of Kate Jackson, a young herpetologist (she studies reptiles and amphibians) from Toronto who does her doctoral research in the flooded jungles of the Northern Congo. This woman learned how to do field research by just jumping in and doing her best. Her training (including study at Harvard and the Smithsonian) was mostly academic. She knew just about everything there is to know about the anatomy and physiology of snakes. Her experience with camping in the jungle was wanting.

I have spent many years camping with the Boy Scouts. Camping for me is usually an experience in misery…I just want the weekend to end so I can get home and use a real toilet and shower. Multiply my misery by about 100 and you have a good description of what Kate endured for the sake of science. She would allow snakes to bite her in front of a crowd just to prove that it was not venomous. She would be attacked by ants, wasps, and tsetse flies by day and mosquitoes and termites at night. At one point she had the unique experience (for a North American girl) of having maggots growing under her skin. She also managed to land in the middle of a civil war, learn an obscure African language, and become quite adept at tribal politics. All this and she repeatedly reminds the reader that this was heaven for her compared to living in an apartment in Toronto…unbelievable dedication to science…and that is what makes her story so enticing. I raced through this one. Kate has a knack for telling it like it is. She does not pull any punches. The result is that her experience becomes your experience. This is a must read for anyone who already understands the motivation for scientific study as well as those who just don’t get it. Kate may make you get it.

Read some reviews and blog updates by Kate at Amazon.com.

You can listen to Kate giving an interview to NPR.

The Secret Adversary; 450 From Paddington; Caribbean Mystery, all by Agatha Christie (all 3 read on Amazon Kindle)

I enjoy a good mystery now and then. I recently rediscovered the writings of Agatha Christie. Her works move right along and don’t spend excess time developing the scene. You have to fill in a bit yourself….it’s the mystery that counts, not the pretty details. Christie wrote for many decades and her work is still popular and easier than ever to access. Her most well known investigator was Mr. Hercule Poirot (none of the above titles happens to be a Poirot novel) but he was not her only sleuth. There were also Tommy and Tuppence (sweetheart investigators who got together right after WWI). The Secret Adversary is their first adventure. Another Christie favorite was Miss Marple and 450 From Paddington and Caribbean Mystery are both Miss Marple stories. These are fun books and it is almost always impossible to guess who the real foe is until the last pages. Give Christie a try, you may like her.

On the Duty of Civil Disobedience by Henry David Thoreau (read on Amazon Kindle)

The nice thing about having an electronic book reader is that it opens up a world of literature that you might otherwise never have looked at. I read On Walden Pond many years ago and was much impressed by Thoreau’s love of nature and his wonderful descriptions of it. On the Duty of Civil Disobedience was always one of those “I’ll read it someday” books. Then I got an Amazon Kindle. With this little electronic device I can easily download almost all classic works of the past directly into my Kindle reader. As a result I have been reading all sorts of classic and obscure works that had previously escaped me. Civil Disobedience is a short but important work. Thoreau was an honest and thoughtful man who tackled the most difficult issues of his day, such as legalized slavery. He was not afraid to express his opinion and to make a reasoned intellectual argument in support of it. All Americans should read this one….it’s worth the small investment in time.

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button by Francis Scott Fitzgerald (read on Amazon Kindle)

There was a new movie out, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. What a strange name for a movie. That’s all the thought I gave to it until one day when I was looking through the latest books available for free download at Feedbooks.com . There was a book by the same name as the movie. How could this be? Feedbooks only makes available books that are no longer in copyright, so this must be a book who’s author died over 50 years ago. Sure enough, the movie was based on this short novella written in 1923 by Francis Scott Fitzgerald. I decided to click on the title and it was immediately delivered wirelessly through a special Sprint system (Whispernet) directly into my Kindle (at no charge). The story was indeed a strange one. I don’t want to tell you anything about it just in case you have not seen the movie or the trailers. This is a story that is best ‘discovered’ by the reader. This story left more questions than answers…I’m still trying to figure out what it all meant….and therin lies much of its value ….Button will make you think. (NOTE: 10 other Fitzgerald works are also available on Feedbooks, already formatted to be read directly by your Kindle).

The Brothers Bulger, How They Terrorized and Corrupted Boston for a Quarter Century. by Howie Carr (read on CD audio book)

I used to listen to Howie Carr on the radio for many years. His radio program was based in Boston and I was able to easily receive the show here in Rhode Island. Then somewhere along the line he changed stations or the station reduced power…either way, I could not get his show anymore. Then sometime last year I saw him on Book TV giving a presentation about his new book (The Brothers Bulger). I had previously read about this corrupt family from south Boston and their connection with the FBI. It sounded interesting, so I picked up the audio CD set (8 long CD’s) at my local library. Good move! Howie did an awesome job of exposing the criminal network run by Whitey (James) Bulger and the corrupt political activities of his brother Billy, a senator in the Massachusetts state senate. These two and their numerous associates (many of whom were murdered by Whitey) represent the scum of the earth. They also demonstrate what is allowed to happen when people from all walks of life are greedy for wealth and power. You have to understand that these two were acting independently and at the same time as the mob (Cosa Nostra) was a heavy influence here in the Northeast. Whitey would actually set mobsters up to take the fall for murders that he performed! He was able to do this because of the FBI agents that he had in his pocket. If you ever get to thinking that the state you live in is one of the most corrupt around, you owe it to yourself to read this book. Your home probably can’t hold a candle to Boston, Massachusetts. Read (or listen to) this book. Then let me know who you trust – I’m betting it will be a short list.

Go to the website dedicated to this book to get the full story, including all the threats that Mr. Carr has had to endure for writing the book.

The Amazon.com site has numerous reviews by readers. Check it out. Also, if you own an Amazon Kindle you can download a sample of the book to your Kindle and be reading it in minutes.

Smart Kids, Bad Schools, by Brian Crosby (part of my personal collection and available for loan to friends & family)

Brian Crosby is a radical. He is also a high school English teacher with over 20 years of experience. This book lays out in 38 steps his plan for improving the public schools of the U.S.A. It does not include massive state testing (teach to test), homework, or teacher unions. All three, according to Crosby, should be done away with. In his preface he asks the reader to give him a chance and to read the book before criticizing his ideas. I must confess that I agree with many of his ideas, especially the one that recommends that kids who let it be known that they don’t want to be in school anymore be allowed to leave for good. Education has to be treated as a privilege, not a right – that’s my opinion – before anyone really values it or the teachers who try so hard to work magic within the present system. This book and others that are strongly critical of the present education system need to be read by all those folks who make the decisions about our educational system. We need to make real changes, not just feel good efforts like No Child Left Behind. Read the book and then get a discussion going! Read this book by a National Board Certified teacher and then make up your own mind about education in America.

A short description and excerpt of the book is to be found on the publisher’s site.

The Amazon Reviews by readers, although few, do quite a good job of hitting the high and low points of this book.

Treasure Island, by Robert Louis Stevenson (read on Amazon Kindle)

I know what you are saying. There’s no way I am going to read this book. It’s an outdated kid’s story….besides, I saw the movie! I say “not fair”. I decided to give this one a chance and found that it was a delightful piece of period fiction that can be enjoyed by young people and adults. Stevenson has a wonderful style that just pulls you along and makes you want to pick the book up at all odd times. He writes the kind of story that you just have to finish. Read this and you will find out how much you missed by just watching movies. Our classic American authors were popular because they were good writers — Stevenson was one of the best.

Moby Dick, by Herman Melville (read on Amazon Kindle)

This book got terrible reviews when Melville (1819-1891) when it first came out. By the 20th century it was considered to be one of the best American novels ever written. I have to agree!

I once tried to read this book many years ago when I was much younger. I did not get past the first chapter that began with the infamous line “Call me Ishmael.” It was just too deep into the romantic style of writing for me to stick with it. Now I have the patience and respect for this style and enjoy it very much. This book is not what you might expect. It was not written by someone who interviewed a couple of whalers and then decided he could write a book about whaling. Melville had many jobs in his youth and one of them was to work on a whaling vessel. He learned plenty! This narrative will take you back to exactly how it was in New Bedford and Nantucket just before the end of the 19th century. You will learn the details of whaling and develop a respect for the men who chose this dangerous way of life. They were highly skilled seekers of fortune who often did not return from their 3-year cruises around the world. Moby Dick gets really deep into the technology, biology, and geography of whaling while presenting a fascinating story that has every aspect of truth to it. Read this book and you will relive the history of our country while enjoying a writing style that is gone forever.

Under the Andes, by Rex Stout (read on Amazon Kindle)

Rex Stout? Didn’t he write the Nero Wolfe detective series? Yes, he did…and I have read and enjoyed almost all of them. This book (short novel) is something totally different. I suspect it may have been a serial in a magazine. It’s about two brothers and a beautiful girl who go out for an adventurous walk in a cave and end up with far more than they expected. Stout introduces you to a fast paced science fiction romp through the subterranean habitat of a lost tribe of Incas. Believable? No. Well written? Not really. Easy to put down and walk away from? No! This is an early oddball effort by Stout…one of the few works by him that are in the public domain…that will keep you entertained and glad you read it.

Eugenics, by Gilbert Keith Chesterton (read on Amazon Kindle)

Who was G.K. Chesterton? He was newspaper writer, poet, novelist, and essayist of the early 20th century. He is best known for his Father Brown detective series (The Wisdom of Father Brown, etc.) which consisted of numerous short stories revolving around murder mysteries that are solved by a Catholic priest. Chesterton was also a great critic of various philosophies, plays, books, and movements prevelent in the early 1900’s. He has a very strange style of writing that will take some getting used to but you will find it entertaining and challenging. This particular book, Eugenics, traces the origin of the eugenics movement and warns of the dire consequences that must come to all, except the rich and powerful. This is a masterful expose of a cruel social experiment that had its roots in the United Kingdom and the United States and really took hold in Germany. It took a long time for people to recognize the dangers of eugenics and Chesterton was one of the first to fully understand its devious nature. Eugenics is the movement that spawned the imprisonment of the ‘feeble minded’ in the USA and the extermination of millions of Jews in Germany. Today it still is among us in the guise of ‘abortion rights’, the National Organization of Women, the Hemlock Society, and other groups that always know what is best for everyone else. Read this and be warned.
Other books by Chesterton: Heretics, Orthodoxy, The Wisdom of Father Brown, The Man Who Was Thursday, The Napoleon of Notting Hill

Empires of the Sea
The Siege of Malta, the Battle of Lepanto, and the Contest for the Center of the World, by Roger Crowley (read on Amazon Kindle, downloaded on loan from RI state library network)

The following description is copied from the publisher. This is a must read book for anyone who wants a lucid and exciting description of the period just at the tail end of the crusades. This book helps to understand the ancient hatred between the cultures of the Near East and Europe. It is also a book that reads like no history book you have ever read. Nobody can fall asleep on this one!

“In 1521, Suleiman the Magnificent, Muslim ruler of the Ottoman Empire at the height of its power, dispatched an invasion fleet to the Christian island of Rhodes. This would prove to be the opening shot in an epic struggle between rival empires and faiths for control of the Mediterranean and the center of the world.

In Empires of the Sea, acclaimed historian Roger Crowley has written his most mesmerizing work to date–a thrilling account of this brutal decades-long battle between Christendom and Islam for the soul of Europe, a fast-paced tale of spiraling intensity that ranges from Istanbul to the Gates of Gibraltar and features a cast of extraordinary characters: Barbarossa, “The King of Evil,” the pirate who terrified Europe; the risk-taking Emperor Charles V; the Knights of St. John, the last crusading order after the passing of the Templars; the messianic Pope Pius V; and the brilliant Christian admiral Don Juan of Austria.

This struggle’s brutal climax came between 1565 and 1571, seven years that witnessed a fight to the finish decided in a series of bloody set pieces: the epic siege of Malta, in which a tiny band of Christian defenders defied the might of the Ottoman army; the savage battle for Cyprus; and the apocalyptic last-ditch defense of southern Europe at Lepanto–one of the single most shocking days in world history. At the close of this cataclysmic naval encounter, the carnage was so great that the victors could barely sail away “because of the countless corpses floating in the sea.” Lepanto fixed the frontiers of the Mediterranean world that we know today.

Roger Crowley conjures up a wild cast of pirates, crusaders, and religious warriors struggling for supremacy and survival in a tale of slavery and galley warfare, desperate bravery and utter brutality, technology and Inca gold. Empires of the Sea is page-turning narrative history at its best–a story of extraordinary color and incident, rich in detail, full of surprises, and backed by a wealth of eyewitness accounts. It provides a crucial context for our own clash of civilizations.”

The Blessing Way; Dance Hall of the Dead; The Dark Wind; Skinwalkers; Sacred Clowns, by Tony Hillerman (read on Amazon Kindle, downloaded on loan from RI state library network)

I have listed several books here that are all authored by Tony Hillerman. I just started reading his books and am now hooked. I intend to read all 18 of his Joe Leaphorn and Jim Chee Mysteries. Hillerman wrote about Navajo Tribal Police of the southwest states of the USA. Hillerman, who passed away in 2008, had a unique perspective on reservation life and Indian ritual. He lived among the Navajos when he was young and he developed a great respect for their culture and that of other tribes in the same area.

Hillerman’s novels are well crafted murder mysteries that pay great attention to the environmental and cultural details. He wrote quality literature that will entice you to read everything he wrote.

The Devil in the White City, Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair That Changed America, by Erik Larson (read on Amazon Kindle)

Eric Larson has hit upon a unique storytelling style. He tells a tale with a dual storyline, one describing a technological hero and the other a horrible villain. This technique was successful in the earlier work called Thunderstruck (see review above) and once again triumphed in ‘Devil in the White City..” The hero of this true story is Daniel Burnham, master architect of numerous groundbreaking structures such as the Flatiron Building in New York. The villain is Dr. H. H. Holmes, a psychopathic serial killer who made his appearance before people even had a name for such a monster. The historical accuracy and the easy flowing narrative style of Larson will capture your interest right away. The images of the Gilded Age (1890-1895 in this book) and prominent characters of the time are as big and fantastic as the fair itself. This book was an absolute joy to read!

For a nice article on World Fairs and an historical listing of all sanctioned fairs, please see the WordPress blog hosted by Tammie Evans, a fellow ham radio operator from the UK.

2BRO2B, by Kurt Vonnegut, Junior (read on Amazon Kindle, downloaded from Feedbooks )

This is a very early short story by Vonnegut. I don’t want to give too much away but the main focus of the story is a future society that has a quirky rule. It seems that zero population growth is easily achieved by assuring that for each person born one must die. Very well done and one of the few Vonnegut stories that is in the public domain.

Operation Terror, by Murray Leinster (pseud.) (read on Amazon Kindle, downloaded from Feedbooks )

Murray Leinster was the nom de plume of William Fitzgerald Jenkins (1896-1975). He is one of the writers responsible for an entire genre of science fiction that led to numerous alien movies of the ’50’s and ’60’s. He is also credited with the development of the parallel universe stories. Operation Terror, written in 1962, is a classic example of the alien from outerspace stories so common in the late 1950’s. This one moves at an astounding pace. Although the style is a bit dated by modern standards I enjoyed it greatly.

Rewriting History, by Dick Morris

Let’s start out by saying that I have seen Dick Morris many times on Fox News and he does not appear to be a nice guy. My impression is that it is all about Dick. He’s not the kind of guy you would share confidences with. So why did I read this book, one of the many he has authored? The fact that it appeared to be a hatchet job on Hillary Clinton was enough to get me interested. I have never been a Hillary fan and this book was an opportunity to learn more about her. This book came out in 2004. Hillary was already a senator and was considered a favorite for the democratic nomination for president in 2008. It appears that Dick Morris wrote this book as a sort of warning of what we would be getting if we elected Hillary. Much of the book was a careful examination of her beliefs and personal qualities. Morris is complementary when appropriate and at other times quite critical. The book achieves an interesting mix that trys to reveal the real Hillary Clinton from the perspective of someone who spent plenty of time working for her and Bill. Morris was their chief political adviser / hired gun for many years and really was in a position where he had an opportunity to know them. I found the book interesting and sometimes revealing; and yes, it did confirm my earlier opinions of Hillary and Bill.

My Grandfather’s Son, by Clarence Thomas

I have long had an interest in Justice Clarence Thomas. His nomination to the Supreme Court resulted in what was possibly the most contentious Senate nomination committee hearing in history. This book was an opportunity for Thomas to get the whole story in print, not just his response to the scandalous accusations he endured. The picture that emerged is that of a man who started life in the most underpriviliged of circumstances. His rise to one of the most respected positions in this country was mostly due to the very strong family life that was provided him by his grandparents. This biography has the ring of honesty throughout. Thomas tells it all and as a result he appears as a rather unlikable person at several stages of his life. He went through many maturing changes that finally led to the honorable man of today. The book is a revealing and honest portrait of a man who took the more difficult road and succeeded in America.

Isaac’s Storm, by Erik Larson

The year is 1900. The forecasting and tracking of weather in the US was no longer as secondary duty of the Army Signal Corps. There was a new U.S Weather Bureau devoted entirely to the one task of following and predicting the weather. The Weather Bureau and its staff were proud of their scientific ability in a scientific age. They were confident, overconfident. At this time Isaac Cline was the chief weather bureau man in Galveston, Texas. He took his job seriously and did it well. He also made a fatal mistake in September of 1900. He failed to properly read the warning signs of an impending hurricane. Galveston is a Gulf Coast island where the highest elevation is 8 feet. It had no seawall or effective breakwater. “Isaac’s Storm” is the detailed description of what happened to the inhabitants of Galveston when the hurricane of 1900 finally struck. This detailed account accurately describes the science, politics, and human failings that led to one of the worst storm-related disasters in the history of America. The total loss of life was estimated at 6,000 people. The city itself was almost totally destroyed. Eric Larson tells this tale like few others could. He has a knack for diligent research and engaging prose that will have you up until 3:00 AM reading this story (that’s what happened to me). Step back to the Gilded Age with Issac’s Storm and relive a nightmare.

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When all else fails, make it yourself!

Boucher's Wood River Inn, Hope Valley, RI

What have you been eating lately? I’ll bet that most of your meals were supplied by any one of numerous commercial establishments situated in your neighborhood. I am talking about fully prepared meals … the kind you get at Subway, McDonald’s, Applebee’s, or the local non-chain restaurant.

For my wife and I the local non-chain restaurant would be Boucher’s Wood River Inn. It is the only non-Chinese sit down restaurant nearby. The place has been around since 1850 so they must be dong something right. Patrons enter from the asphalt parking lot by way of the back door (no convenient front door to the restaurant), traverse the wide plank pine floor and choose your booth or table. A very colorful bar with subdued lighting lines one wall. The advertisements for low cost draft beer specials, my personal favorite kind of beer, are prominent. The booths and tables are comfortable in spite of their hailing from at least 1940. The relaxed atmosphere is further enhanced by a large fieldstone fireplace that glows upon a central bank of tables that can accommodate all the guys and gals from the Wednesday night bridge club or the slow pitch softball team. Besides the advertised “good food, good people, good prices” they also feature a different genre of entertainment on most nights. There’s Monday Trivia, Thursday Karaoke (you’ll never catch me there on a Thursday), Friday and Saturday Live Music, and Sunday Blue Grass (that’s live too but it rates its own listing). The food is pretty good, prices are fair, and above all we can drive there in less than four minutes … not bad for a countryside town like Hope Valley, RI. Our next visit will have to be later at night so we can catch the entertainment. I may have to help myself to a few extra drafts then. I can always count on my wife (non-drinker) driving us home. The Inn is fast becoming a regular for us.

Then there is breakfast. Our usual haunts have been in Coventry (see below); but, we have moved from there and need to find something more local. Just a few weeks ago we went to a nearby place called The Middle of Nowhere (it’s actually on a part of route 3 called Nooseneck Hill Road, just north of the junction with Ten Rod Road). Their website is a real riot … you have to check it out. They start off with some neat music and an accurate photo of the front of the diner; but I have no idea where the mountains and lake in the background came from. I must have missed that when I visited. While we ate breakfast in the overcrowded knotty pine dining room we were serenaded by the cackling and hooting chickens and roosters just outside our window. The food was just OK (IMHO) but they managed to fill the place to capacity in no time (I thought we might have to eat outside with the chickens … luckily our friends got there before us and saved a table). The service was excellent and we even rated a visit to our table by the owner. They appreciate their customers.

We don’t cook much at home and thus end up having an irregular mealtime ritual. If we go out for dinner on a Friday night there are usually doggie bags enough to last us all day Saturday. Sunday is usually a breakfast out day. More often than not we go to Gentleman Farmer (Donna is a great waitress) or Cracker Barrel. Both places are in our old town of Coventry and both have excellent food and service. Since we still go to church in Coventry it is convenient to also have Sunday breakfast there. A Sunday breakfast out will last us all the way to dinner (lunch is skipped) at which time we just look around for whatever we can find. My wife used to cook up a great meal every Tuesday when my daughter and her husband came over for dinner. Since we moved they don’t make the drive over anymore and the designated cooking day has become a rotating feast. It could be on Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday. It just depends when the leftovers run out. Each time the wife decides to cook a full meal (she hates cooking in spite of being very good at it) we usually have a couple days of leftovers. The end of the week is usually pretty hard. By then we are foraging everywhere. A particularly desperate meal will consist of English Muffins with peanut butter and a side of Saltine crackers. Then there are always the twosome combinations: beans and franks, pasta and broccoli, or pasta and sausage.

I have now decided that if I really want good food often I will have to cook it myself. I started this week with corn relish. I got the recipe off the Internet since the one my mother gave me did not work (did she leave something out on purpose?).

Corn Relish - Made at Home

All I had to do was mix some onions, peppers, cucumber, tomatoes, corn, spices and vinegar. Then I boiled and simmered the whole mess for a while and bottled it in a used Gourmet Foods plastic soup container. You laugh; but, you have not tried my corn relish yet. It goes well with everything, even frozen hamburgers. Right after making the relish I decided to make one of my favorite drinks. It requires one bottle of cheap whiskey, a can of sweetened condensed milk (I love to lick the inside of the can), ½ pint of cream, some instant coffee, chocolate syrup, four raw eggs, and vanilla. Put it all in the blender and you have instant Irish Cream Liqueur. I used to have these little heart-shaped liqueur bottles to put it in. This time around all I had was an empty apple cider bottle (the plastic variety). The Irish Cream tastes just as good as it did in the fancy bottles. You have to be real careful with this drink though – it is way too easy to drink too much. Zzzzzzz….zzzzz…..Sorry about that ….

Irish Cream Liqueur - Made at Home

I just went downstairs and tested a little more of the Irish Cream. It seems to get better each day. Our next door neighbor is coming over for dinner today (a Monday!) and you can bet I’ll push the Irish Cream on him. His ethnic background is Polish, but I don’t think it will make any difference.

I think the next item I make will be my famous refried beans. They take two days to make because I have to soak the beans overnight in water. They come out great and there is plenty to eat for a couple of weeks since I am the only person in the house who likes them. I’ll have to make some more of my famous horchata drink (a kind of rice milk that my Guatemalan friends introduced me to) to follow the refried beans. Then of course there is the famous Carr family pork sausage that requires a whole loaf of bread and a half pound of sweet Italian sausage. I learned that one from my dad who learned it from his dad. It’s a great depression-era dish that disappears quickly.
So, what about desert? It’s too early for me to make my strawberry-rhubarb pie. It is still March and we just celebrated Saint Joseph’s Day here in Rhode Island. I could go out and buy some Zeppoles at an Italian bakery (have to go back to Coventry to find one of those). My dad used to make zeppoles (a real big creampuff) and then hand deliver them to the homes of each of his three children. Maybe I should start my own tradition and bring my kids some of the Irish Cream Liqueur. I’ll bet they’ll look forward to it each year as we did the zeppoles.

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From Frank’s to Louie’s .. It’s a barber shop, not a salon

 

Louie's as it appears today in 2011

I don’t remember my first haircut but I know where it took place. It was at Frank’s Barber Shop on Pocasset Avenue in the Silver Lake section of Providence.

We lived on the second floor of a tall three-floor tenement (a triple-decker) on Rye Street. My Aunt Etta and Uncle Vito lived on the first floor and Helen and Harry Mitchell lived upstairs. We all shared the same green grass yard, the same dog (a cocker spaniel named Boe) and the same kids (my brother and I). One day I’d be eating macaroni (we didn’t call it pasta unless it was with beans) in my aunt’s kitchen and the next day Helen would be showing me her new Christmas tree ornaments that had bubbling water inside them. The Rye Street Elementary School that I eventually attended for about one month was right next door on the other side of our fence. Before I was old enough to go to school I used to sit on the 50 gallon garbage can next to the fence and watch all the kids at recess. I even had friends to play with when I was five. Jardo (that’s a girl in case you were wondering) and I ate sandbox sand while under the huge cherry tree in the backyard (there were no front yards in our neighborhood). I remember playing with Eugene (?) who once announced that he had the mumps; curiously I also had the mumps a few days later.

My mom did not work and she was obliged to take us everywhere on foot or by bus (my dad drove the only car to work). We would walk a couple miles to Olneyville to shop or four blocks to Frank’s Barber Shop for haircuts. I don’t remember much about Frank’s except that it had one big window in front and possibly a bell that rang when you entered. That all changed when my grandmother died and we moved in with my grandfather (1955). His house was in a village called Conimicut. It was in the suburbs. The house had a little side yard, no front yard, and a backyard that was almost all vegetable garden with one narrow grass path down the middle. We now had a pear tree instead of a cherry tree.

Community Police Station - formerly a fish market & before that Christie's Restaurant

The A&P grocery, Rexall drugstore, Rainville’s Meat Market, Kennedy’s Bakery, Rainone’s Cobbler Shop, and Christie’s Restaurant were all on our block. Christie’s was owned by my grandfather’s younger brother who also lived next door to us. Today it is a community satellite police station.

One block over was Gus’s Barber Shop, right next to Joe’s Pharmacy (Joe’s had a wooden telephone booth and a soda fountain. Our friend Dennis passed out in Joe’s after being served 14 cherry sodas – that’s when he found out he had diabetes). Gus gave my brother and I crew cuts every summer and regular cuts the rest of the year. Some kids, like Norman the cobbler’s son, were not allowed to get a regular cut until third grade. A haircut was fifty cents and no kids were served on Saturdays – men only on weekends unless you wanted to pay the adult price. The only women who ever entered the shop would be escorting little kids who were not yet old enough to go alone. Most kids were ‘going alone’ by the first grade. You just stopped by while walking home from school (Conimicut Elementary, three blocks from home, 6th grade crossing guards on every corner). Customers never had appointments. You just dropped in, sat down in a chair against the wall, and memorized who was before you so you would know when it was time for your fifteen minutes with Gus. We got our hair cut at Gus’s until about 1970 – that’s when Gus found out he had cancer. For a short time my dad and I would go to Gus’s house for a haircut. He still had one chair and was not yet ready to quit. My dad did not want to quit him either. A good barber makes you want to come back. And if you ever dare stray he will know. The height of embarrassment is to hear your barber ask “Who cut your hair? He really butchered it.”

We needed to find a new barber shop and the only logical choice was Louie’s. Louie’s was on the south end of Conimicut, a whole three city blocks from our house. It was right across from the Pioneer Market (the Pioneer was owned by the Douquettes – I went to school with Peter and Paul Douquette). Louie’s opened for business on a permanent basis back in 1929. It was actually opened a few years earlier but Louie left and went back to Italy for a while.

Original 1929 Barber Pole - now displayed inside the shop

He came back in 1929 and reopened the shop and it has been in business continually since then. Louie is long gone, the shop having been bought in the early 1950’s by Paul. Paul once told me that one reason he emigrated to the United States from Italy was because he was tired of not having enough to eat. Italians ate well in the United States, not in Italy. He explained that for most people in Italy life was hard and they did not have all the things we enjoy over here. He would visit Italy on occasion but he never wanted to go back there to live. Paul would always ask me how I wanted my hair cut and I would tell him to just use his judgment – he knew best. Paul wasn’t the only barber at Louie’s; we also had Henry. Henry was from Northern Maine and many of his relatives were French Canadian. Henry had a bit of an accent (Maine will do that to you) and always kept up a good conversation, especially when telling me about his young son. I moved out of Conimicut in 1976 when I got married. We lived in Cranston for a year and moved on to Coventry, a half hour drive from Conimicut, where we remained for 32 years. Our most recent move has taken us even farther away to the southern part of the state. Paul is semi-retired now and is only occasionally seen at Louie’s.

Mark doing what he does best !

 Paul’s son Mark has been cutting hair and talking up a storm right where his dad left off for many years.   He has inherited his dad’s talent for both cutting hair and conversation.  On busy days John, a barber from Coventry, holds court at the middle chair. We also sometimes see the newest staff member, Al (Marc’s nephew – a real young guy). Henry, still at the window chair, is aging ever so slowly as we all are (he’s been a grandfather for many years now). My son had his first haircut at Louie’s. I took my dad there for his last.

Henry on the shears while Mark can be seen in the mirror

These days I get a haircut about every couple of months or whenever my wife complains about my appearance. When I walk into the shop I say “Hi” to the guys and take my place in a seat along the wall while taking note of which customers are before me. I’ve been going to Louie’s for over 40 years and somehow I don’t expect that to change very soon.

A final note about the 1929 barber pole:  the only way to make it light up is to turn the crank (notice the crank hole on the left side) just like with a Victrola.  The last time I was there Henry was kind enough to demonstrate.  This experience was truly one of those “you learn something new every day” moments.

Henry, having just cranked up the pole is encouraging it to swirl by using a slight tap

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TI to iPad … a short history of computers

 

Graveyard for old radios & computers

My first memory of a computer must date back to the late 1950’s. Each year, around April or so, the nightly news on TV (black & white, no remote, 19″ screen) would feature the most recent national science fair winners. There would always be a boy and a girl (one from each sex – we must be fair). The young lady, (outfitted in a knee-length plaid skirt) was introduced first. Her winning contribution to teenage science had the appearance of a hillbilly moonshine still grafted onto the foliage of Burpee’s latest hotbed tomato patch. The accompanying backboard was a two dimensional diorama of glass tubes and rotund flasks with strategically applied carbon-ring labels. You knew that whatever this tropical maze represented it had to be deserving of an award if for no other reason than the baffled expressions it induced on the esteemed judges. As the cameraman panned right our television screen slowly revealed in shades of gray a lanky, self assured young man attired in slacks and sport jacket that were sure to be a proper fit two years hence. He sported the then popular whiz kid bling, pocket protector and Clark Kent-inspired black frame glasses. The Bronx Science junior was flanked to his left by a large plywood box that was studded with ten rows of light bulbs, eight to each row. The lower third of the mysterious box harbored rows of corresponding toggle switches and a final set of sixteen smaller bulbs. Boldly inscribed on the unit’s front panel were the words “Magic Brain”. At the prompting of the program host the youthful scientist consented to a demonstration: “Do you think the Magic Brain might be able to handle 212 times 178?” the host asked with a doubtful side glance towards the camera. “That’s an easy one” responded the future scientist of America. As our intrepid teen manipulated the maze of nickel plated switches the viewer at home was treated to a flurry of blinking lights. The last row to illuminate was the solitary set of sixteen. There was the answer, in hexadecimal glory, staring at all of us. “The answer is 37,736!” exclaimed the proud science fair winner. The home audience took his word for it.

Many years later I found myself teaching 10th grade biology and contending with mimeograph machines, filmstrip projectors, overhead projectors, and various other tools designed to torture 15 year old teenagers. The typewriter and slide rule were the only high tech instruments available at home, the place where my weekly battle plans were developed. All laboratory activities were dependent on having lots of supplies and an equal amount of time to prepare them for the class. Then along came the Apple IIe computer. It looked like a beige wedge with a small television sitting on top of it. Our department was allowed one machine and then another until we had a grand total of 3 with associated disk drives. This was back in the mid-‘80’s. I kept those machines running and in use for at least ten years. My primary use was biological simulations and real time computer-assisted labs. They did everything including demonstrating Mendelian genetics with student input and class participation, Elodea photosynthesis simulations, and actual biometric measurements including heart rate, breathing rate, and skin electrical conduction to determine emotional state (lie detector). The Apple IIe was an amazing machine.

Then came the personal computer explosion. All sorts of companies were marketing personal computers (pc’s). A few of the ones I remember aree Amiga, Atari, Commodore, and Texas Instruments. I thought long and hard as to whether or not I should purchase one. The prices were steep. I finally decided that anything that ended the grind of retyping ditto masters for labs and tests was worth the investment. I had seen a word processor in action and thought it was nothing short of amazing. I went with the TI-99/4A computer by Texas Instruments. The entire computer was not much bigger than an ordinary keyboard. Programs were loaded by inserting cartridges. Program files were saved on an attached cassette tape. I soon graduated from cassette to 5-1/4” floppy drives attached to an “expansion box” that was about as big as a computer monitor. The box allowed you to add computer cards that provided additional memory. At this point word processors were limited to a 40 character per row display and printers were all dot matrix (impact) printers. A typical printer cost about $300, it did not do any complicated graphics, and worked by slamming pins into a typewriter ribbon. The TI played games, wrote, handled numbers, performed voice synthesis (the best I’ve seen to this day), and helped you learn computer programming. I did BASIC and LOGO with the TI. I even had a module for compiling machine language programs. This was also the first computer I used to connect with the Internet. It had a special 300 baud modem that attached to the telephone jack. The modem software was in a cartridge that slid into the TI game slot. At first the only thing to do with a modem was to check into a bulletin board (a message center hosted by just about anybody) and join the discussion. Later when the various BBS nodes sort of merged into one giant system I was given access to the Internet through a Brown University account that a friend gave me. The command manual (no mouse…you typed in every command) was over 200 pages long. We used the Internet to exchange e-mail, download programs, and discuss various topics on message boards.

When IBM finally got into the act with their personal computer (the XT?) everyone copied them and it was now the age of the “IBM Compatible” computer. The operating system war was quickly won by Microsoft who seemed to have a new version out every six months. My first compatible was an import from the UK, the Amstrad PC-1520. It was an 8 MHz computer running the Intel 8086 processor (this is before the 286, 386, 486, and Pentium). The unit came with 2 floppy drives and 512 KB of RAM (that was kilobyte, not megabyte). The Amstrad ran two different operating systems, Microsoft DOS 3.2 or something called DOS Plus by Digital Research. If you ran it in DOS mode you only got 8 different colors while in DOS Plus with the GEM interface there were 16! I remember one humid August night during a thunderstorm when I upgraded to 640 KB by carefully inserting onto the Amstrad motherboard 16 microprocessor chips, all stored in a clear plastic tube, one at a time. I was barefoot with my feet on the cement basement floor; any static electricity was going to go through my feet, so I thought, not the expensive chips.

My next discovery was the Macintosh computer. My first exposure to it had been while I still owned the TI-99/4A. At one of our local TI computer club meetings (The New England 99’ers, meeting every Thursday night in Pawtucket, RI) we were given a demonstration of the Apple Lisa computer. This thing was amazing, even when compared to the transition computers like the Swan (a TI-compatible computer that ran with 3rd party hardware in IBM mode). The handwriting was on the wall. Apple was no longer just the computer of choice for schools; they were going after the personal computer market. I stuck with my Amstrad (see above) for some time until the opportunity came along to participate in a biology software development program hosted by the University of Rhode Island and Brown University. Participants would receive instruction, program development time, a stipend, and a free Macintosh Classic computer. What a deal! I eventually got that Classic to do everything including remote control of my ham radio transceiver and duty as a packet radio station. This was about the time that the Internet was just coming into its own and it was now possible to display pictures rather than just text. The Mac handled it all with aplomb (except those times when a little bomb graphic appeared on the screen…that was not good).
I kept the Classic running for some time…I even made my very first E-bay purchase, a voice synthesizer for the Classic. (I think that one finally went in the trash a few months ago during the big move.) My desire for a bigger and better Macintosh led me to look at the used market. Mac’s were always very expensive but the price came down rapidly with each introduction of a new model. My quest led me to a MIT flea market held in a Boston parking garage (resistor wheels on the lower level, computers in the middle, and ham radios up at the top of the ramp). I came home with an Apple IIci, a computer that actually displayed thousands of colors and had an 80 megabyte hard drive (what to do with such a big drive!). The original $8,800.00 price when new had come down to about $150.00, the deal of the century. The IIci was the most fun Apple to date. It was eventually retired as the PC’s exceeded its technology but they never showed as much class.
Computer ownership since those early days has been a succession of PC products that usually came in the door when the then current household unit had a hard drive failure or motherboard meltdown (events that are way too common with these modern day appliances). Along the way I accumulated a few spare units to add to my growing museum of mothballed computing machines, including an Apple IIc with software, case, and baby monitor (do you remember what that looked like?). Each addition to the museum (junk pile) became a project for retirement. They are now standing in line for the day when my son says he has enough space to take them. Somebody has to be the curator of these electronic marvels.

My fascination with computers was beginning to dull just a bit. Then Apple did it again. They came out with the iPad. My son made a point of showing me the neat tricks it could do. He let me hold it during a winter breakfast at a Providence restaurant. I was impressed. They had finally come up with a computer that wasn’t a computer. It was a radio, a book, a letter writer, a photo album, and so much more. Programs were out and apps were in. My new iPad arrived this past Christmas as a gift from my family. Someday I will replace the HP Pavilion workhorse when it fails, but the iPad will only be replaced with another iPad. They finally got it right and I need search no more.

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Karen Drive, disappearing soon



Karen Drive, disappearing soon, originally uploaded by Ken, KB1AWV.

The current snow situation in Hope Valley, RI is desperate. I no longer allow my wife to go out walking alone due to the chance of avalanche.

Please note the height of the snow pile relative to Camille’s height and the placement of the street sign. One more good snow storm and we will be living on “Noname Street”.

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Apps…a whole new world in 3 years

My first exposure to computers goes back to 1970 or so.  A computer at that time was something housed in a glass room deep in the basement of a hall at Providence College.  The only communication a mere student had with the computer, at prearranged time blocks, was through a cardpunch machine in a corridor outside the Computer Room (unless you broke in – that’s another story).  Let’s leave that tale for another time and jet forward to 2011 when a computer now looks as much like a Univac as a MP3 player looks like a Victrola.

My home desktop supports the typical PC: tower case by HP (shiny ebony plastic with soft pewter trim) and an Acer 21” flat screen LCD monitor.  It’s great for shopping, banking, writing, and research.  But, I will not sit at the computer to watch a movie, listen to music and old time radio shows, or read an online book.   I like to do those things in bed or in a comfortable living room chair or even at my lunch stool in the kitchen.  I eventually got a Kindle (first generation) a couple of years ago.  That really helped take care of reading online books.   Then I discovered the iPod Touch.  It did all the things the iPhone did except make telephone calls and as a bonus there was no hefty monthly fee.  Before I could decide to part with the $200 Apple pulled a fast one and came out the iPad.  Now my sights were set even higher.  I voluntarily opted out of receiving a birthday gift and let ‘she who must be obeyed’ (my wife) know that Christmas would be a really good time to give an iPad to someone.  The plan worked! The lady of the house, assisted by my children and their better halves, presented me with a new iPad (16G, my ham radio call sign engraved on the back) for Christmas.  That’s when I began my “App Education”.

I suspect that you already know that an app is a computer application that runs on a smartphone such as the iPhone.  The same or similar apps that run on the iPhone are available for the newly introduced iPad tablet-style computer.  (By the way, the iPad is small enough to take to bed, breakfast, or any nearby easy chair.)  This little device works so well that I felt that I must share with you some of the apps that I have selected from a field of over 300,000.  My interests are somewhat broad but they do tend to stray towards politics and science quite often.  I hope there is at least one app here that you don’t already know about!

I really love to listen to C-SPAN radio in the morning and its related show, Book TV, on Saturdays.  Unfortunately I lost mobile access to the C-SPAN radio shows when my wife and I gave up Satellite radio due to fees of about $200 per year.  Now I can listen to four different C-SPAN radio feeds and a huge library of podcasts any time I want with the free C-SPANRadio app.  The audio will even run in the background while I am using some other app.  It sounds great and educates!

Politico is an Arlington, VA-based news outlet that covers the political news out of Washington.  It first came about as a result of the 2008 election.  News on the Politico app is presented in a magazine format that is easily maneuvered and provides plenty of content including photos.  Advertisements are present but not obtrusive.  There is no fee for the app.

Flipboard is one of my favorites.  This is a magazine app with a twist.  It has a Contents page that allows you to subscribe to a number of magazine-format presentations and quickly go to them from the Flipboard main page.  It also creates magazines from social networking sites that you already have an account on such as Flickr, Facebook, and Twitter.  The Twitter section is especially well done.  Each tweet appears as a magazine article with portions of links already opened rather than just listed in the tweet.  Once you see this you may want to make Flipboard your primary access point for Twitter and other sites.

The iBooks app and the Kindle Reader app are two great ways to obtain digital books and to read them.  I already had a Kindle and an Amazon.com account.  As a result every book that I had registered at Amazon was already available on the iPad Kindle app as soon as I input my account information.  Now I have the choice of reading a Kindle book on either device.  The iBooks reader links right to the Apple iStore where you can purchase books.  Many of them are free just as at Amazon.  Also, iBooks has its own PDF reader that works really well.  You can download a PDF document from anywhere on the web directly into your iBooks library.  The PDF’s look great!  They can be resized easily without any loss of resolution and they are often complete with active links in the table of contents.  You also get other accessories such as a dictionary.

Handyman Magazine and iFixit are two neat items for the Do It Yourself types.  Handyman gives you complete access to the four most recent editions of the magazine.  The graphics are high quality and the variety of DIY articles is just what Harry Homeowner ordered.  For something completely different you might try iFixit.  This is a compendium of articles about Apple Computers (2e, iMac, etc.).  The articles explain how to take them apart and repair them.  You won’t find every answer you are looking for but this is a great place to start.

Pandora is a music site that many are already familiar with.  The iPad app from Pandora preserves the radio station format and allows you to listen to your stations for hours.  Advertisements come up infrequently (no more than one per hour in my experience).  This is a great app to provide you with background music while you are reading one of those iLibrary iBooks.

Tunein Radio is much like the similar feature that came with my Roku computer-to-TV interface.  You can listen in to almost any radio station that has a web presence.  The choices can be presented by genre, country, city, etc.  I love to listen to talk radio and old time radio shows with this application.  Tunein Radio is now my primary source for anytime listening.  It evens lets you build a stable of favorites for quick access (cost: 99 cents).

Another news reader that I like is SkyGrid.  This app presents all the news on the Internet in an easily searchable format so you can read just what you want without having to look far.  For instance, I just chose “Categories” from its menu (Featured, Following, Categories, Search, Share App, Shared) and selected “Science & Tech”.  Some of the articles that turned up on the listing were: iPhone App Video Review: Flying Hamster; Comfortable in the world: ereaders vs. tablets; Apple’s Jobs takes 3rd medical leave, stock slumps.  It is a bit skewed to news surrounding Apple, but then you can do searches too.

GoSkyWatch Planetarium, version 4.3.0, takes full advantage of the positioning ability of the iPad.  With this app you can aim the iPad at any celestial body and the program will tell you what you are looking at.  The reverse is also true.  Say you want to find Mars.  Just click on the Finder, choose Mars and what looks like a rifle sight will appear in the middle of the screen.  You then maneuver an arrow that projects from the sight until the target celestial body (Mars in this case) is inside the site circle.  Your iPad is now pointing directly at Mars.  Incredible!  That is only the beginning of all the amazing things this free application (free, can you believe it?) can do.  You have to see and use it to really appreciate how clever this is.

I’m not a big game player but there are two that I have spent some quality time with on the iPad. One is called Angry Birds.  The object of the game is to put these chatty birds in a big slingshot and knock down pigs who are in their little brick houses.  This one will leave lots of fingertip trails on your iPad screen.  It’s almost like eating potato chips.  The other addicting game I sometimes play is Solitaire HD.  This one is very much like the Solitaire found on most PC’s with Microsoft operating systems.  Between these two games you will be able to waste plenty of time.

One of the first computer languages I experimented with was Logo.  I used a version that was available for the old TI-99 computer (back in the ‘80’s).  This amazing program is great for learning computing logic as you write commands that move a pencil-toting turtle (represented by a triangle) around the screen.  I wondered if there was a version for the iPad.  It took about 10 seconds to find it in the app store under the title of Logo Draw.  I have not tried it yet but from the description and command list I can already tell that it is going to be a winner.

The iPad comes with its own browser (Safari), Mail application, Photo application, and sound/music application (iPod).  These also will keep you busy for hours.

So what do you do when somebody asks you why you purchased an iPad?  Just show them some of your own favorite apps and it will be the last time they ask you “What can you do with that thing?”

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Walking…Henry David Style

Henry David Thoreau once wrote a very short book (booklet?) called Walking  It begins innocently enough as he attempts to educate the reader on his own personal style of walking that ignored the boundaries of fences and property. It was a walk that had no special purpose other than to walk and possibly listen to Nature along the way. On impulse I also took one of those walks today.

The sun was shining brightly, although low in the sky, and the temperature read 30 degrees. We still had about 8 inches of snow on the ground and as usual not much was happening in our rural neighborhood. I started out walking along the road in front of my house and soon was on the larger access road (Skunk Hill Rd.). I quickly got on the left side …you have to watch for what little traffic there is out here since there are no sidewalks and no breakdown lane. My first stop was opposite a New England stone wall. This particular wall makes a nice square of about 50 feet on each side. The enclosed area is all forest and there is one entrance on the street side. The entrance is guarded by two granite posts that have projecting iron hinge bolts but no gate. I can only wonder when this was made and for what purpose. My best guess is that it was an animal pen. This is one site I will have to research on local maps.

At first there were very few animals, wild or domestic, evident on this frigid, cloudless day. Then I noticed a variety of bird songs, including the ever-present starling and a few others I was not able to identify. There was one bird that was an easy one to pick out, the chicken. A farmhouse that looked to be over 200 years old had a small chicken coop sitting about 50 yards from the main building. I didn’t see any chickens but the voices carried well from within their whitewashed roost.  I got the impression they were warm and comfy in there. While looking for additional animals I suddenly discovered that one was looking at me. From a distance of some 150 feet I could not tell if it was a pony or some type of cattle. As I continued in its direction it became clear that I was being observed by a large, shaggy, roan-colored bull. His eyes were curtained by long hair that made him look like a giant sheep dog. As I approached he swiveled his head just enough to track my movement, much like the gun turret of a military tank. He only gave up the stare after I had passed him by quite some distance. I later found out, courtesey of Wikipedia, that my keen observer is a member of the Highland breed from Scotland. According to the web site they absolutely love the cold weather and are highly intelligent. I’ll vouch for both characteristics.

Just before turning back into my own street I began to hear a curious knocking sound above my head. I looked up and closely observed the power lines. There had to be a couple of loose ones swinging in the wind. There were not. All the adjacent lines were bundled together by a well-spaced braid that prevented any lateral movement. I next turned my gaze on the tall trees next to the road. Surely a couple of them were swaying and clanging against each other. That’s when I spied the small woodpecker that was responsible for the racket. He was about 30 feet up on the side of what looked like a maple. He had a bright red crest, a yellow abdomen, and black racing stripes down each side.

The best guess by this avian novice is that I was being entertained by a Yellow-bellied Sapsucker, Sphyrapicus varius. I don’t know how much sap he was freeing from the maple during such cold weather, but he was making a great effort.

Finally back on my street I could make out the faint odor of cow manure…yes I was downwind of my Highlander friend. I’m told they are quite docile animals. I sure hope they are, just in case he decides to take his own walk someday.

Thanks Henry David. You really know how to take a walk.

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The Vandals Took the Handles … surburban terrorism rolls on

The terrorism descriptor might be a bit strong, but that sure is the way it feels.
Our first experience with this American phenomenon was back in the early ‘90’s when I had two kids in high school and one in elementary.

Our mail is delivered to the curbside mailbox (you know where this is going, don’t you?). Put the red flag up and the mailperson stops to take the outgoing letters and deposits all the bills, magazines, and circulars that an 18” x 6” box can handle. My wife would paint the aluminum box with a color that matched our house. Then she would stencil the house number and colorful seasonal decorations on both sides of it. In between holiday seasons the silhouette of a Model T Ford would appear on the mailbox (our name is Carr…get it?). This worked well until the day we noticed that one side of the box had been bashed in and the whole affair lifted almost clean off its perch on the projecting two by four that held the mailbox at regulation USPS height. This demonstration of community fraternity repeated itself at least three times over the years. The culminating showstopper took place one Sunday morning at around 5:00 am (big mistake, the sun was shining and I was awake in bed). I heard two people outside talking. Then there was a large crash as something smashed down on the pavement. This was followed, in rapid succession, by the sound of running feet and my jumping out of bed (not quite a jump) and moving quickly to the window. All I saw were the backs of two people moving up the street opposite us and our mailbox in the middle of the street. It had been physically lifted off its perch, no baseball bat involved! I was outside and in hot pursuit in less than 2 minutes (no shower that morning). I found the two gents approaching the front yard of the local teen bad boy in whose yard they had camped out the previous night. They refused to talk to me until I stood in front of them … talk or push. Denials followed and the police were of no help except to say “That kid comes from a family of troublemakers.” Things quieted down a bit after that. And I installed a bright new galvanized mailbox, forever the optimist.

Back in those days I was in the habit of parking my car in the road on occasion. Our road was quite wide and this was allowed by town regulation. Then I sent a letter to the editor of the local newspaper. It ran on Friday. On Saturday morning I rushed out at 7:00 am so I could make the weekly breakfast that all the local ham radio operators attended. Unfortunately my car, a green 1994 Ford Escort wagon, was in no condition to drive. Every window save two (passenger side) was smashed in. Window frames and roof also had dent marks. A friend drove me to breakfast that day. I was picking out glass fragments for years, right up until it happened the second time a couple years later. I guess I made somebody unhappy, twice.

Then there is the wooden deer incident. You know those deer that you cut out of plywood. One is looking up and the other is intent on some imaginary deer food on your front lawn. I built them from plans and then placed them on the lawn with a spotlight on them. I guess the spotlight must have illuminated little bubbles above the deer that read something like “We are bored! Please do something with us.” About once a week when we were returning home from work or some other necessity the deer would have migrated to better grazing grounds throughout the yard. Things really picked up one day when we returned to find one deer humping the other (my wife told me not to write that, but I couldn’t help it). After about the third humping incident it was actually quite funny. All the way home in the car we would speculate about whether or not the deer were humping today. That all stopped after a couple of years. I guess somebody either moved out of the neighborhood, got a girlfriend, or was arrested.

We finally moved to a new neighborhood some twenty miles away. The day before the big move I placed all the aluminum lawn furniture, the extension ladder, my Gap ham radio antenna (two pieces, one 16 ft. long and the other 10 ft.), and our grandson’s plastic slide right next to our front steps up against the house. That way they would be ready to go into the moving van. Upon our return home later that day we found that all was missing except the plastic Fisher Price slide set. Well, we were moving to the country where both population and crime were low, so we thought. It was time to move on.

We are at the new house now. The place is deserted. Cars pass by at a rate of at least one every 45 minutes on a heavy traffic day. Today we got up to go to church and found that the used Christmas tree, previously placed at the curb to await pickup, had walked some 30 feet to the center of our driveway. The mailbox was open and the red plastic insert was missing as was the holiday flag and mount that were suspended below it. This was pretty tame stuff compared to the last town we lived in. As we drove to church we noticed that all the other mailboxes on our side of the road were open and various decorations that the neighbors had put up were also gone. What do kids have to do on Saturday nights in a town of 8,000 anyway? Well, we arrived at church and at the end of the mass our pastor made an announcement. Our church is of the ethnic Polish variety (we are not Polish, but we love the parish and the pastor). It seems, he told us, that there is an old Slavic custom that each New Year the pastor visits each home and paints an inscription above each doorway while saying a prayer that will help protect the household for the coming year. Of course these days, he explained, it is impossible for the pastor to visit everyone. So, he offered us these little kits of white chalk or colored chalk (choose either the white or colored envelope) plus a handout with the inscription and prayer conveniently written out. Anybody who wanted the kit could approach the alter after the mass and take one. My wife was the first one up there. She took the colored kit. It looked like we might need it in the new neighborhood. Now you can tell which house is ours. The doorframe reads “20 + C + M + B + 11”, the initials of the three magi and the new year, 2011.

(PS – Being old hands at neighborhood terrorism, we cruised the far end of our street when we got home. The flag and mailbox insert were found along the side of the road in the snow. All good vandals know enough not to get caught with the goods.)

While I chalked the blessing my wife read "May all who come to our home this year rejoice to find Christ Living among us.."

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