Traditions, Rich Paschall, Sunday Night Blog

A fiddler on the roof. Sounds crazy, no?

The strength of many schools, churches and community organizations lies in its rituals and traditions.  They provide a constancy that is reassuring to students, members, alumni.  While traditions may seem a bit crazy to some, to most they are cherished as part of their heritage.  Those who do not honor tradition are likely to incur the wrath of those who want to find comfort and solace in the reassure that traditions may bring.

When traditions remain constant throughout the years, they begin to bring identity to organizations.  The school, recreation program, and community center become known for their special features and regular activities.  Identity leads to purpose and purpose leads to dedication and commitment.  Maintaining what you have been good at through the years is important to gathering loyalty.

And how do we keep our balance? That I can tell you
in one word… Tradition.Fiddler 73

Consider the years you went to elementary school or high school.  If you should return to those institutions you are likely to ask if the have the same tournaments and games.  You may ask about the basketball, football or baseball teams.  You may want to know if the school still has the Arts Festival, Chorale and Band concerts.  You may be interested in whether the big annual show is still produced, whether you were actually a part of the shows or not.  These were traditions and you want to know if they are still alive.

Because of our traditions, we’ve kept our balance for many, many years.

Long lasting and enjoyable traditions will find support in parents and alumni.  Just as everyone wants to feel that they have a purpose and identity, they also want to see that their schools, parks and community organizations maintain an identity and purpose as well.

While some graduates may always feel that their years, their programs and participation were the best years of a school or organization, they will nonetheless support an organization with their word of mouth praises, and perhaps even their dollars, in order to keep the traditions alive.

Because of our traditions, everyone knows who he is and what God expects him to do.

It is true that some remain a part of their school or recreational program throughout their entire lives.  As students become young adults and then parents, they may feel it important to maintain a relationship to those places that were important to them when they were young.  They may even wish to send their children to these same schools and programs.  That it how strong the bond of tradition can be.

In this past week, a former community resident passed away at the age of 90.  From the time I was a child at the local Boys Club until just a few years ago, this dedicated woman was always at the carnivals, festivals, and fund-raisers of all sorts.  It was her passion to be a part of the traditional events each year.  The value of her volunteer service can not be calculated.  The importance of the traditions she helped to maintain was something beyond measure, to her and everyone who knew her.

Unfortunately, leadership comes along in the life of some schools and community groups that does not understand the importance of what they have.  They set about changing things for no other reason than change.  These types of people can quickly tear down what took generations to build.  A decade of bad leadership can wipe out a lifetime of good will and dedication.

When I returned to alumni events in recent years, I was disheartened to see the lack of concern for the past.  It is not that we were better than anyone else, but it is that we had identity in our long cherished events.  For our school, it was the Fine Arts.  The Fine Arts meant nothing to recent leaders which was disheartening to many of us.

When you walk the halls of an old and venerable institution, you like to see the pictures, trophies, art work and sayings of the past.  It is discouraging to know that the school song is unimportant, the traditions are gone and the leadership is oblivious to its importance.  When someone takes away your tradition and legacy, it is time to move on.

Tradition. Without our traditions, our lives would be as shaky as… as a fiddler on the roof!


Some Old World Wisdom, by Rich Paschall

When thinking of blog topics, there is no shortage of subject matter. Some general areas offer a lot of topics.  With a bit of extra thought, there’s an endless supply. Consider well how many areas you can pursue if you are willing to delve into sports, politics, or religion. Each is bound to set some readers ablaze. Would surely bring lots of comments. You do want lively discussion, don’t you?

How lively do you want it?


Venture into a sports bar well into the evening and you are likely to find plenty of spirited discussions regarding sports.  These ideas should help you out.  Will the Cubs ever win a pennant?  Will the White Sox ever get the love the Cubs get?  Will the Blackhawks win another Stanley Cup?  Will the Bears defeat the hated Green Bay Packers?  Will the Bulls beat the hated ____________ (fill in New York team here)?  There is little reason get into crosstown rivalries. Dissing out-of-town teams only works locally.


We could always take off after the Yankees and A-Rod, the Patriots and _______ (name your alleged scandal here), or Jerry Jones and the Cowboys. But why alienate readers in New York, Boston or Dallas? Perhaps we should just write about the ridiculous BCS Bowl series or the commissioner of _________ (name your least favorite here).

A good informational, yet rather neutral article might find favor.  Others might concede that you are trying to make some point of view, like promoting someone’s stats for the hall of fame. A discussion of gays in sports or an Olympic diver coming out of the closet, might get up into your politics, so we may have to think carefully about those.  Yes, we will leave the political area of sports alone.


Speaking of your politics (or mine), perhaps we can find common ground there. I could write short stories with a political theme, or write about a run for office that brings victory, but no win for the candidate. Too improbable?

How about the death of democracy through campaign spending?  Imagine buying an election. Maybe this hits too close to home … or do you think it merely fiction or satire?  Political satire is sure to get people thinking and arguing, especially if you throw in climate change as the kicker. Then again, maybe no one will bother to read this stuff. Maybe a bad idea after all?

How about hitting the topics head-on in a nice well-researched article? We can talk about Democrats, Republicans, capitalists or socialists. On second thought, that could split the audience from the get-go. Better to look at the subjects of the debates and write a well-reasoned essay.

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Where to begin? Abortion? Immigration? Gay Rights? Civil Rights? Gun Control? Campaign reform? Welfare Reform?  Any reform?? National defense?  Can’t we all consider that without alienating people? There’s always alienating the aliens. Can’t go wrong with that, right? Well, maybe not.

If politics is too risky, how about the world’s great religions? They’re all rooted in love, are they not? We could discuss the philosophies that ignite the passions behind our beliefs and thus find common ground. Peace and harmony at last.

Except that so many people believe their god is the only way. Some believe their god is calling them to harm others which sets religion against religious … and alas, there’s nothing new about that. Belief is supposed to bring hope and joy … not more war.

God in on every side of every war, or so they say. Who goes into battle without the blessing of their particular deity? How can I expect to have a civil discussion in such an emotionally charge arena?  I have innocently had to extract my foot from my mouth before … maybe I should let the Dalai Lama write on this topic.

The "Dodge City Peace Commission", June 1888. (L to R) standing: W.H. Harris, Luke Short, Bat Masterson, W.F. Petillon. Seated: Charlie Bassett, Wyatt Earp, Frank McLain and Neal Brown.

The “Dodge City Peace Commission”, June 1888. (L to R) standing: W.H. Harris, Luke Short, Bat Masterson, W.F. Petillon. Seated: Charlie Bassett, Wyatt Earp, Frank McLain and Neal Brown.

Years ago, when one of our favorite innkeepers was still alive, we used to drop by his establishment.  It was a great place for lively discussion. If anyone got a little over-heated, the owner walked over with a wink to say, “No Sports, no politics, no religion!”

Seemingly a strange thing to say when a sports channel was almost always playing nearby, but he meant arguments, not discussions. If arguments got out of hand, he’d say “No Sports, no politics, no religion — or you’re out of here!”

That seemed a good approach to barroom politics. These were the areas of discussion that often ended with unpleasantness. Especially when dialogue was fueled by alcohol. Maybe it short-circuited a few lively discussions, but no doubt he cut off some brawls, too.

Let’s avoid them in the blog-o-sphere and cyberspace too. If Facebook is any indicator, that sounds like a plan!


Home Alone, by Rich Paschall

So, it is Saturday afternoon.  You don’t have to go shopping.  There is no dry cleaning to pick up.  There are no appointments to keep.  Friends or relatives are not expecting you at a shower, football game, or bowling tournament.  Aunt Ethel is not waiting for you to meet her at Starbucks so she can fill your ears with the latest gossip.  It is just you and the afternoon.  What will you do?


The desktop, laptop or tablet may be calling your name.  There is always the temptation to check your email, check your facebook, check your Instagram.  You may be lured by Tumblr and Pinterest.  You may wish to watch your favorite You Tubers.  I always think I will just watch the latest from Tom Law, Alexander Rybak or Eric Saade.

Perhaps you just want to check shopping sites.  You can check ebay or Amazon for something you always wanted.  Maybe you need a movie, or a book or even a CD.  Searching the sites is fun and soon you are looking at items you never dreamed your had an interest in, but there you are.  Looking at book titles and movie titles.  Perhaps you are reading the reviews. “this book looks good,” you may think to yourself.  “Should I order it? Should I get the audible book and just listen?  They have instant download!”

You may have the strength and intestinal fortitude to resist the siren call of the internet.  There will be no World Wide Web for you while there is actual free time to be had.  Nope, you will look for something old-fashioned, something useful, something of another era.  Television?


What is on the television that you could possibly want to see when you have the day to yourself?  Of course, there are a lot of channels if you have cable or satellite service.  You can indulge in sports.  You can watch a variety of movies.  You can see concerts or comedy for pure entertainment.  News channels would love for you to drop in as they spin the stories depending on their particular point of view.

You could always watch a movie.  If one of you many channels does not have a feature film to your liking, perhaps you can pop in a dvd.  I think you should make popcorn first.  Do you have the microwave popcorn, or perhaps a stove top kind?  I have an air popper and can make a big batch in a hurry.  It even melts butter in a separate tray, if you like.  What could be more appealing?  Popcorn, a movie, and you!

If the feature film of your choosing does not meet your expectation, perhaps it is time for a good book.  Imagine a Saturday afternoon with no distractions and a good book?  What could be better?  If you have not read If Only Again by David Farrell or The 12 Foot Teepee by Marilyn Armstrong, than let me make a blatant plug.  You need to read something entertaining, educational and important.

Of course, you could curl up with John Adams, the historical story by David McCullough.  I have been meaning to reading it, but the task seems daunting.  I am more inclined toward David, Marilyn or Jack Merridew.

72-dustmop_02I would like to think that if I am home alone on a Saturday with nothing special to do that I would get a bottle of my favorite French white wine, properly chilled, and read a good book as I sipped this wonderful wine.  Maybe latter in the day, I would put in a favorite movie, like Casablanca or the Wizard of Oz.  It would be a totally relaxing day, with nothing urgent or pressing to demand my time.

In reality, I probably could not do anything relaxing.  No matter how free I was, routine chores would steal my attention.  I would do the laundry, sweep the floors and do the dishes.  I would take out garbage, recycle the paper, cans and bottles,  I would rake leaves and clean up the surrounding areas. The linens and towels would need to be washed as well as the floor, the windows and the mirrors.

On the rare occasion that my mother was home alone on a Saturday (I did not count when I was under high school age),  she would clean, do laundry, and listen to Mario Lanza, Johnny Mathis or Andy Williams, depending on her mood.  I might listen to Andy Williams, but more likely Barbra Streisand or The Association.  If I need something modern, Maroon 5, Steve Grand or One Republic will do.

I guess I can never escape the chores.  As long as there is something that need to be done, I guess I want to do it.  The mail has an insidious way of piling up during the week, maybe I should tackle that.  I don’t know.  What will you do with your Saturday?  Share your thoughts in the comments.  That’s another thing to do on Saturday.  Read the comments.


The “What Ifs” of Life, by Rich Paschall

Certainly you have seen some of the various questions surrounding you being stranded on a desert island?  If you were stranded, who would you like to be with?  What 5 things would you take along?  What 5 things that you have now could you do without?  What one album would you take?  What electronic device would you need?  This assumes you would not run out of batteries I guess.


These, and questions like them, present interesting challenges to a person that they may not consider otherwise.  Who is the most important person in your life?  Is that the one you want by your side?  Perhaps you would rather have someone with survival skills.  Perhaps you would not want the other to be stranded too.  Perhaps you would rather be alone.

What 5 things would you take along?  This really calls for creative thinking.  You may consider clothes, but do you need more than you are wearing?  You might consider your music, but would that come ahead of other basic needs.  Perhaps you are one that considers music a basic need.  I know some of those types of people.

Birdie Beach

Would you think of camping supplies?  If you are not already a camper or outdoors person, would any of that mean anything to you.  I guess you could be clever and say you need a lifetime supply of canned goods, but then don’t forget the can opener.  Or something to start a fire.  I have heard all my life that you can start a fire by rubbing two sticks together, but I have never seen anyone actually do it.  Can you?  If so, you may be on my stranded island list.


Would you consider tools to build a shelter?  Just exactly how handy are you and what kind of tools would be suited to your skills?  I guess an ax could serve many useful purposes.  Did you have it on your list?  Did you add a hammer?  You may not need it if you have an ax?  A knife? A pick?  A power drill?  Oops, no power.

Let’s say you had an electric device whose battery was solar-powered or recharged.  What then would you take along?  I think you will not get the internet, although some day you may get that from just about anywhere.  What will you do on your island in the meantime?

Sunrise Strider

If you could take just one album, what would it be?  This is a hard one for me.  When I get an album I like, I can play it over and over, but I do get tired of it eventually and put it on a shelf.  I guess I would pick someone’s greatest hits album, but whose?

Let’s forget about the desert island for a moment and bring you back home.  What if you had just one day to live?  What would you do?  Who would you see?  What would you say?

The “one day to live” scenario is thrown out there on social media and elsewhere about as often as the desert island scenarios.  It is even more challenging as people think of all the things they were going to do, but never got around to it.  The long trips are out.  The classes to learn some skill are out.

So we may be left with planning a last meal.  Are we making this feast or heading to a favorite restaurant?  Perhaps it is neither, as we go to someplace we have never tried before.  I hear there is a new French restaurant in town.  Maybe I want to go there.


Are there people to whom you absolutely must say something?  Do you need to say good-bye to someone?  Do you need to tell someone you love him or her?  Do you need to apologize for something that happened in the past?  With a limited amount of time, which people are on the list for final conversations?

The 24 hour time frame automatically eliminates a lot of possibilities.  Would you watch a movie, go to a show, see a play?  Those all seem like such a poor use of precious hours to me.

Would you go to an expensive concert if you had tickets, or would the expense no longer matter?  Perhaps you should give them away and do something else.  Would you watch television, You Tube videos, surf the internet?  I guess those practices would begin seem like quite the waste when “the days (or hours) dwindle down to a precious few.”


What is we lived our lives like only a few things were really important?  What if we lived our lives like there was only a day left, even if there were 25 thousand days left?  Wouldn’t it be richer and more meaningful?

There is nothing wrong with looking down the road, but too many of us are not living for today.  That is why those stranded island and one day to live scenarios are so scary.  They immediately call to mind all the things we missed out on in life and can not go back to fix.


When you are left on an island or reach the final day, make sure you did what you wanted and needed to do.  That you respected everyone.  That you told people you loved them, so you don’t leave with regrets.

Be sure that you mended fences in case there is no time later to do it.  If you do this, the one day to live challenges on social media might not be so scary.  By the way, if you are stranded on a desert island, it helps to have a volleyball named Wilson.


Do You Have The Time? by Rich Paschall

There are plenty of community organizations that will grab your time, it only you let them.  They want you for a variety of tasks and the really organized organizers will stalk you if they think you will volunteer for something.  They want you to stuff envelopes, sell tickets, make phone calls, sit at booths and sell things.  They will have you directing traffic, ushering people, handing out programs.  You can go to meetings, answer email, talk on the phone, spend hours of your precious time in pursuit of the organizational mission, whatever that might be.

But what if you do not have the time for this?  After all, if you are part of a family crew, you may have to drive little Johnny or Suzy to soccer practice, karate lessons, football practice, baseball practice, cheerleading practice, dance class, piano lessons, drum and bugle corps, or basketball games.  If they are young, it is pre-school or grade school or day care or after school care.  If they are older it is still sports, music, dances, proms, band, drama, speech and please, drop them at the corner so no one knows their mommy is still driving them around.

Of course, there are all the adult requirements too.  There are the weddings and showers, wakes and funerals.  As we get older, there are more of the latter.  There are dances and parties we don’t want to attend and family events for which you must make your famous __________ (insert dish name here).  It all keeps us so very busy.  How dare these “organizers” presume to prevail upon our precious time?

Yet, these various events you are driving the beloved little ones (or not so-little ones) around to are probably staffed by volunteers.  Adults, and a handful of older kids, are taking tickets, selling refreshments,. selling t-shirts, directing people around events.  They are running for ice, and pop and cups and napkins.  They are getting mustard and ketchup. They are making emergency runs to Costco or Sam’s Club so they do not run out of water or buns or napkins.  In other words, they are making everything possible that you and little Johnny and Suzy are attending.

As a staff member at a community organization for a few years, and for a private school a few others, I know what it is like to have to run events, dependent on volunteers who may or may not show up.  Fortunately, most are dedicated and in their places when the time comes.

Yes, that's me on the left, getting rained on for the cause.

Yes, that’s me on the left, getting rained on for the cause.

While some organizations pressure the parents of the children who participate to volunteer.  Many others are reliant on the good will of neighbors and friends.  While many don’t know it, the events they attend throughout the year might not be there if there were no volunteers.  In fact, some community organizations die for lack of volunteer spirit.  A founder of one community organization here said many decades after the organization he began was up and running, that perhaps it should die if the community was not willing to come forward and support it.  They in fact gave up some large events for lack of volunteers.

Here I could give you the “social contract” type speech.  You know the one.  If you are part of the community, you must give up something in order to reap the benefits of community activities.  That something you must give up is your time.  I know that is hard to do in this day and age.  After all we must get home to check our facebook and twitter accounts.  We must look at Instagram and snapchat.  We must check Messenger and Skype.  Then there is Pinterest, StumbleUpon and You Tube, Vimeo and Vivo.

What enriches our lives is what we invest in.  If we invest in our community and its events, then we are richer too.  The volunteer spirit does not necessarily lead to dull and boring jobs.  Instead it can lead to knowing your neighbors.  You could be learning about the organization to which you and your children participate.  It can open new avenues to friendship in the community in which you live.  It can give you an understanding of what it takes to make a community.

Hillary Clinton famously said “It Takes A Village,” from the African Proverb that it take a village to raise a child.  In fact, it takes a community, a good community, to raise a child.  The only way a community can be good and strong, is with the volunteer spirit of its residents.  Are you going to give up an occasional Saturday at some event or sports bar to aid your community, or will you just let someone else do it?  If you choose the later, then I remind you of the philanthropist who suggested that it might be better to let a community organization die, if the community was unwilling to support it.




The Great Mythology, by Rich Paschall

Well, we survived the Red Moon or Blood Moon or whatever you were calling it.  It was a close call as to whether we would see the end of the world due to the cloud cover here in Illinois, but the wind blew them out-of-the-way just in time.  So a few neighbors and I stood on the corner looking up into the sky waiting for a red moon and the end of the world.

For this time of year, it was a mild night here in the Midwest.  I was ready for the trip to the great beyond dressed in a t-shirt and shorts.  I really was unsure how to dress for such an auspicious occasion, but in Chicagoland, we dress for 90 degree weather starting at 60 degrees, just in case we never get that warm.  It was 70 so it was good for a September night.  I did not carry anything but binoculars as I thought I should see the moon and whatever else was coming.

One neighbor was reporting the Chicago Cubs scores as we waited for the inevitable.  We both agreed it would be a shame if the world were to end before the Cubs made it to the World Series.  After all, this is the year in the “Future” when the Cubs were supposed to win, according to that great historical film, Back to the Future.

One woman, carrying a drink in each hand, paused on the corner to see the moon.  Her husband trailed a block behind with a camera.  They were headed to the park and the wide open spaces.  They did not want any trees to block their view of the apocalypse.  It was the “tetrad” and that surely signaled the end.

“Can I borrow your binoculars a moment?” she asked as she set a drink on the side-walk.

“Of course,” I said since I already had a good look at the dark orange ball in the sky with just a bright sliver around one edge.

“Oh, wow,” she exclaimed before handing back my favorite binoculars and heading to the park.  It was almost time for the full lunar eclipse so that meant no time for her to chit-chat with neighbors.

“Can you see anything?” one man asked as he walked by.  “Yes, It’s right there,” I responded and pointed up to the southeast.  He did not look up, however.  He just kept walking.

Two small boys and a bit taller girl with a dog ran down to the corner.  The man with the baseball scores asked the kids if they had seen the moon, and then pointed toward the red ball.  The smallest one did not look up but stared at us instead.

“How old are you?” I asked the little guy.  “Six,” he replied.

“You will not get a chance to see a red moon again until you are 24 years old,” I told him.  He did not seem to care.  He was momentarily more fascinated with us staring at the sky than anything else.  Soon all the children were running off in the direction from which they came.

Eclipse, Wikimedia Commons, OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Eclipse, Wikimedia Commons, OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

When they reach the next full lunar eclipse with a red hue of light bending around the earth, the children will be adults and hearing about a possible end of the world.  Preachers will predict the end, talk show hosts will announce doom, clever hucksters will write books and give speeches about the apocalypse and people will post nonsense on facebook or whatever is the social media engine of the day.

In ancient Greek and Roman times it was understandable how the great mythologies arose.  There was no social media.  In fact, there was no media at all.  Nothing was bringing reliable news from one location to another.

There was no science.  There was no logical explanation for what people heard in the clouds or saw in the sky.  Thunder could be an argument among the gods.  Lightning bolts could be tossed down by one god doing battle with another.  Storms at sea could be the result of Neptune being upset with sailors.  There was just no telling what could be happening up on Mount Olympus or up in the clouds.

Without any firm knowledge, one explanation could sound just as reasonable as another.  There was no way to disprove the great mythological stories.  If they included real locals or real happenings, who was to say the explanations were not real as well?  A myth was just like reality TV or the Republican debates.  If you did not know better, who’s to say it was not the truth.

In the present day, however, does it strike you strange that stories that are easily disproved find believers around every corner.  In ancient times, the appearance of a red moon no one had ever seen before might signal an ominous event to those who did not have a better explanation.  But what about today?  When we can find out how often these lunar events happen, or how many times the doomsday predictions were wrong, why do people continue to believe such nonsense?

When I looked at doomsday predictions from the middle of the last century to the present, I see I have survived quite a few.  With any luck at all, Zeus willing, I guess I will survive a few more.

When those children I saw last Sunday become adults, I wonder if they will believe in the phony predictions and fake facebook memes, or will they finally come into an educated era.


Doomsday Reports and Prophecies, Rich Paschall

Since this may be my last message to you here on SERENDIPITY, I really should make the most of it.  Maybe there should be some clever short story with a surprise ending.  Perhaps there should be an amusing article about our politicians and the dumb things they say.  There could be a serious commentary about the never-ending election cycles.  Of course, top ten lists are always popular.  We could have our Top Ten favorite Doomsday Songs.

It seems there’s another interesting celestial event that has people declaring the end of the world.  This time it is the fourth full lunar eclipse (tetrad) in a short time (since last year) that produces a red looking moon.  This is where certain hues of light can bend around the earth to give the moon a reddish appearance.  It is similar to the effect that we see when sunsets appear red. (Red sky at night, sailor’s delight.)

Now, as seems to happen with every unusual event, the lunatic fringe is declaring a lunar disaster.  It is an apocalypse to make Apocalyptic movie makers proud.  Prepare, my reading friends, since this may be the last chance to read here.  We should, therefore, spend some meaningful time together.  Tomorrow you may be off to somewhere well beyond the red moon.

A preacher in San Antonio, Texas (I resist the urge to joke here as I have friends in San Antonio.) has announced the end on the world this Sunday (or Monday, if Jesus is busy).  He wrote a book about it a couple of years ago in plenty of time to cash in before the actual event.  I would mention his name or book, but he has enough publicity.  His name is all over the internet lately.

Why do various people run around claiming the sky is falling, or at least turning red?  It is a Biblical saying that announces, “The sun shall be turned to darkness and the moon to blood, before the day of the Lord comes.”  So perhaps the Lord will come if the moon looks like blood, but will it “turn to blood?”

Photo credit: “Architect of the Capitol.”

Photo credit: “Architect of the Capitol.”

Of course, the “blood moon” has appeared many times over the centuries.  What makes this one the apocalyptic version?  Perhaps because it is good for book sales and church attendance.  What will the good reverend say next Sunday, if there is a next Sunday?

Hopefully you all recall the Mayan apocalypse.  That was the date when the world would be destroyed by an asteroid or some such thing because the Mayan calendar was going to run out.  People prepared for December 21, 2012 to be their last day on earth.  I wonder how many spent all their money thinking they would not need to pay rent or the mortgage in 2013.

Harold Camping, who has now gone to the great beyond anyway, predicted that May 21st, 2011 would be the end of the world as we know it.  In fact, his radio station supported him with a publicity campaign.  Camping was a radio preacher and evangelist.  When there was no cataclysm in May, he adjusted his date to October 21.  That did not happen either.

Famous television evangelist Pat Robertson suggested in his 1990 book that the earth’s destruction would come on April 29, 2007.  The fact that this did not happen does not seem to have hurt his television career.  He is still making comments of questionable merit.

When I was young, the “prophet” and psychic Edgar Cayce had already made a number of claims about the earth that would come true in the 20th century.  It was fascinating reading and I picked up several of his books.  I even thought there was merit to much of what he said.  Unfortunately it was all guess-work with little success.  By now, the lost continent of Atlantis should have arisen from the sea, China should have been completely converted to Christianity, California should have sank into the ocean and Armageddon should have happened.  That prediction was for 1999.

Despite the many spectacular failures, people still take the words of the “sleeping prophet,” Edgar Cayce, and stretch them to fit many historical events.  I guess if I predict a major weather event in the next decade or that a world leader will die in office by the year 2025 I will somehow be a great prophet.  I will not be predicting the end of the world, however, for fear of having to explain why that did not happen, and why we are still having to put up with Republican debates.

If there is no doomsday, I invite you back tomorrow for more reading right here.  If we make it to Tuesday, I will start thinking about my contribution to this site for next Sunday.  If we don’t make it to next month, just consider that the election season ended early.  That will be the upside.