Sunday, July 26, 2015

Fred's Love Shined Stronger Than The Pain

Going to the Vietnam War was "the best gift in the worst package." (It taught love and appreciation for every moment once returned to the world.) 
Frederick Allen DaMert
July 5, 2946-July 17, 2015

Saturday, July 25, 2015


Every writer, to include one like myself where it is a hobby, relative speaking, sees everything as a story. A few weeks back, I went to a Memorial Service out of respect to my good friend, who knew the deceased. Basically, I had never seen anything like it. It was like a visit to the Star Wars Cafe. There really is no way to properly describe. Remember the scene, there's a two headed person at the bar, then one with six arms. Get the picture. 

Lots of stories about, let's call him, Roger. At first I thought, we'll make more out of Roger than he was which wasn't much. Some sweet stories, though. Actually wrapped around what a "good heart" he had which was true as I knew him. Some of the comments were slightly crude to say the least. The most crude came from a former girlfriend, the one who actually led poor, weak Roger down the primrose path. She told about their many fights, sex, drinking bouts; the biggest one had to do when she injured him (not be crude and say what). She told about the injury in graphic detail. 

My favorite NPR program is "The Take Away." John Hockenbury is great. So, what is our "take away" here. (The last thing I want to be is condescending). These are real people that live in a real world. 

So, what is the lesson learned here. If you could load up High School kids and transport them to view the living scene, it would be of inexhaustible value. Several examples of how drugs had made 30 year olds look like 70 year olds. Obese, no exercise, eating badly, abusing their bodies with methamphetamines. Losing their teeth. One female, maybe in her late twenties, could easily tell, before drugs,  "movie star looks. 

Poor "Roge" died a hundred pounds overweight in a camper with no electricity and no prospects for a future and no hope. What a "take Away." 

One very real positive "take a way" is that the Memorial Service was like an AA meeting. In fact, several began with, "My Name is John (example) and I am an alcoholic." The assembled group would respond "hello John. " One Harley biker in leather said something like this. "I feel bad about Roger. I actually went a few weeks ago to get him to go for a ride but he declined. I should have tried harder. I want to say this to you. I have been clean for a year. For 45 years, I abused drugs and destroyed my body. Drugs are a scourge and if you are still using more than likely you are going to end up like Roger. A POWERFUL MESSAGE. 

Wednesday, July 22, 2015


Recently, I bowed to one of the latest gatget rages and purchased a FITBIT. Mainly,  I want to check my level of physical activity. One possible problem, illustrated by a favorite story: Grandma gave her 12 year old granddaughter a book on "penguins." Her mother kept after her to write a thank you note to Grandma.  Finally she wrote, "Grandma, thank you for my book on penguins. However, it told me more about penguins than I care to know". Maybe "The FITBIT" tells me more about my health than I care to know. 


This idea is coming from my LYFT driver. Very talkative and possibly a "Trannie."  She immigrated from Israel to work as a project manager in the manufacturing industry in NY. 9-11 happened and changed everything. Eventually made her way to San Francisco. 
"What surprised her most about SF?" 
The homeless. How it is possible to be homeless in this land of plenty amazes her. (I get it when a quarter of the children in Americs are hungry. What the f..K.) "What do you like most about America?" The freedom, hands down. You can say what you want, have outrageous behavior and nobody is going to come and haul you off.  

Good lesson from a fellow "Merican"--told her to use Southern pronunciation, like the NASCAR guys. 

Sunday, July 19, 2015


Donald Trump putting the bad mouth on someone should elevate them to sainthood status. He is a poster child for loss of brain cells--the epitome of being mentally challenged. And, my apologies to the mentally challenged. Trump is a euphemism for "f..king idiot. " 

Besmirching John McCain who was in a prison camp being tortured while Trump is out fatcatting means Trump is a  f..king first class "draft dodger" (anyone who could have served during the draft but did not) Basically, I don't give a shit as Trump is simply a "good for nothing mother," any way you cut it. The media feeds off him because his idiocy is a story. It is a pitiful cycle and the Repubs,  in particular, ought to be ashamed. 

What really gets me is how a sorry asshole like Trump makes money/gets a TV show. We are the ones who pay attention to him and in reality, it is our fault.    bws

Friday, July 17, 2015


Now the Chattanooga shooting. I have always believed that we have to protect ourselves the best we can and go on with our lives. The military now knows: Recruiting Offices, Reserve Centers. From the first sign of violence, they have to be prepared and they will. Weapons, locks, vigilance. Other that that, not much we can do. Resignation. God bless us. 

Thursday, July 16, 2015

The Speechwriter

One thing I really like about the WSJ are the book reviews. Actually, if you skip over their biased editorials, it's a pretty good newspaper. I have not read the book, "The Speechwriter," but I will, based on the review. I have long had a little or a sick interest in politicians that are stupid, thinking that in the media driven world iin which we live, they can get away with daillances or most anything. Mark Sanders is one of those who tried. Stupid, along with generals I've known. I think what happens with politicians and generals is that they are told so often what they want to hear, they get to believing their own bullshit. And, in Sanders case, they keep electing him. 

I sure as hell am glad I am out of SC. When somebody says, "Don't you live in SC?" I quickly say, "Noway, NC and there is a vast difference to be sure." I also can say, "I just went to school there." 

The voters who put Sanders in are just as dumb, I think. God help us. Will be interesting to see what the author of "The "Speechwriter" has to say. 

Me, Earl and The Dying Girl.

I can hardly believe the numbers of people who have not seen this movie. 
Me, Earl snd The Dying Girl
Maybe it is the TITLE. 

The movie's story is not different in a sense of any themes on death and dying and grief. Kids in the movie were very clever, like most kids today. I liked it and the subtlety of it. 

Maybe a little too much psychobabble, pointing out what creates teenagers angst; not distracting, however. Rachel's mom was a character that could have been developed more, I think. 

Interesting and like many movies where the theme is of loss and sadness, what was different is that it was a "coming of age" film where teenagers suddenly are propelled into adult situations. The movie makers threw us a little off track by announcing Rachel was going to live and we settled in with the idea that she is going through a bad patch but will overcome. Guess what? It wasn't true. She died. 

As of late, seems that the idea of death/grief seems to be pervasive. Could be the media, the population is getting older. It is the theme of movies, TV programs. 

In fact, I used this movie as a kind of dealing with grief: my granddaughter (she saw the movie with me) and I were "honoring Evan;" (Evan is a good family friend who fought cancer for 10 very hard years). Lupe is a rising Soph at Boston U but back in San Friend doing an internship at the Dave Eggars program of tutoring marginalized kids in English and writing skills).

Evan recently died. On her own, my Granddaughter wore a beautiful black dress so she could  honor Evvan. Her attire represented respect. Talk about making an OPA proud. She looked so great. 

A last thing as your eyes are glazing over. I am not sure exactly how the "heaven" thing works although I believe in it and I find comfort in the fact that someone, like Evan, has, in whatever way it does work for him, has found peace.   God bless him, for sure, on his journey.     

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

I have fought a good fight. I have finished my course. I have kelp the faith. King Janes version if the Bible, Timothy 4:7

Our friend Evan died this am. Meg

Evan. He fought the fight. God bless him on his journey. jda

I think Evan fought so hard for life because he had a wife he loves and son he wanted to watch grow up and he knew if he didn't, he wouldn't even get that. Rah

I am so glad that I participated in "Cycle For Survival," raising money but also to honor Evan who was a "stand up" friend.