You Made It! Now What?

Congratulations, Republicans, on winning control of the Senate.  I hope that you comport yourselves admirably and make us all proud.  However, I'm not optimistic.

After all, you are the same folks who swore to obstruct the Obama administration at every opportunity.  Long before the 2012 elections, you vowed to make him a one-term President.  When that failed, you shut down the government for two weeks just before the holidays.  When that failed to achieve your objectives, you launched a fusillade of bile and hatred that was downright shameful.

Now, at last, you control both houses of Congress.  Next objective: The White House.  Then all will be well, right?

Be careful what you wish for.

If you gleaned nothing else from the recent mid-terms, it is this: We have had it with the political brinksmanship that both you and the Democrats have played.  Enough, already, with the pouting, name-calling and finger-pointing.  This is not 3rd-grade recess.  You're supposed to be the grown-ups.

You want to dismantle Obamacare?  Go for it.  But offer a realistic alternative for the millions who need it.

You want justice for Benghazi?  Go for it.  Bring your case to the courts and let a jury decide.

You want the Keystone XL pipeline?  Go for it.  But first, pass a bill guaranteeing that if the pipeline despoils our environment, you go to jail.  How's that for transparency?

You want to ensure that Hillary doesn't win in 2016?

Don't f*** up.

My History of History

My History of History

I never cared much for history while in school.  It was boring and irrelevant to what was important to me: recess, baseball and playing war with my pals on weekends.  In junior high and high school, it was baseball, the space race, orchestra, band and girls.

However, it was George Santayana's warning that woke me up years later.   The Spanish philosopher wrote in 1905, "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it."

I like to read.  And my library (both hardbacks and e-books) is packed with history books and biographies.  It's not so much to make up for those wasted history classes as it is the genuine interest of a more mature mind.

One of my favorites is C. V. Wedgwood's "The Spoils of Time."  Unlike the academics who wrote those boring textbooks back then, this British historian's 1984 book weaves an intriguing tale of human history from the beginning of civilization through the early Renaissance.

Sounds really boring, I know.  I would never have chosen it; the book came in the mail from a book-of-the-month club I had forgotten to cancel.

A "The New York Times" reviewer liked it.  "Hers is a glowing, substantial, ingeniously organized book."  Here, here.

I have read and re-read this book for two reasons.  First and foremost, I admire her gifted writing.  Second, I inevitably learn (or, retain this time) something I missed in the last read.

Then came Jones and Wilson's "An Incomplete Education" in 1987, which covers 'way more than history.  The two former researchers at "Esquire" magazine subtitled their book, "3,684 Things You Should Have Learned but Probably Didn't."  It was a wildly successful book and is now considered a classic.

PBS recently aired Ken Burns' 14-hour series about the Roosevelts.  Some really good writing backed by terrific videos and photos.  I had forgotten that FDR had an affair.

So, what does reading history do for a veteran newscaster?  It helps put the history being made today into perspective.

Most important: Look, Ma! I'm reading history!

Passing

Not long after World War II, my dad ended up in Intelligence with the US Air Force.  He was good at his job and was rewarded with his choice of postings for his last 3-year assignment.  Knowing he would never get to see it in civilian life, he chose Hawaii.

For me, the timing was perfect.  I would finish high school amid the sun, sand and surf of the early 60s just as the Beach Boys, Jan and Dean, the Four Seasons, and the Beatles were hitting their stride.

Hawaii was long known as a racial melting pot, and it's true.  I had never seen such a variety of races and skin colors in one place, and I could only marvel at the variety of shades.

In the 1950s, some white grown-ups would cluck about how this "colored man" or that "nigra boy" was trying to "pass," as in trying to pass himself off as white, or any other race but black in order to get along in the white man's world.

In Hawaii, there was no such talk.  Interracial marriage was widespread among the many races there, and no one thought a thing of it.  There was one notable exception.  Many native Hawaiians consciously worked to keep their race pure.  One school would only admit students of Hawaiian blood.  Read the islands' history and you'll understand.

"Passing" began to fade as the civil rights movement emerged and whites were forced to reconsider their racist customs.  Blacks began to embrace their African heritage.  Fewer and fewer tried to disguise their ancestry.

Skin color today is less important to general social acceptance than is how one conducts himself.  Gangsta talk and mannerisms don't help; proper English, good elocution and comportment do.

It is still a white man's world, although it's becoming less so.  The white man will soon become a minority, too.  I wonder if he, too, will eventually resort to passing in order to get along.

Hotel Rules

Did your patents not teach you how to behave in public?

Take hotels.  A hotel is not your house; it is someone else's house.  You are a guest there, and you and those with you are expected to behave yourselves.

So, I propose some basic rules of conduct, which apply equally whether staying at a fancy or less fancy hotel.

When in a hotel, be quiet -- at all times.

It may be two o'clock in the afternoon as you and your friends or family talk loudly on the way to your room, but chances are there's a trucker asleep in the room you just passed.  Your room may be next to that of a soldier getting some shut-eye before an early flight to God knows where.  Or an IT guy from out of town who worked all night fixing some office computer system here in town.

If you have children with you in a hotel, instruct them to be quiet.  Do not let them run down the hall, or squeal and yell.  If you allow such behavior at home, fine; a hotel is not your home.

If you choose to watch TV in your room, keep the sound turned down to just the level you need to hear it clearly.

When you leave your room, catch the door as it closes and don't let it slam shut.

The rest of us guests will appreciate your consideration.

Being Over Forty

When I turned 40, some friends threw a birthday party for me.  There were the usual gag gifts, including a cane with a bicycle horn on the handle, a box of Depends and a neck lanyard with a notepad on which was written, "Old Fa.."  We all drank and laughed and teased each other shamelessly for hours.  It was all great sport.

There was no sport in this past weekend, for someone stole my cellphone.  

It's my fault.  I was out of town, laid it down for a minute, and when I went to retrieve it, the thing was gone.  I checked with Lost and Found repeatedly over the next few hours, and each time they swore that it had not been turned in.  I think they lied.

Terrified, I called my cellphone carrier.  After straining for a half-hour to understand the "customer service representative," he (I think) relented and killed the phone.

I got back to town and immediately went to the cellphone carrier's store.  A cheerful 12-year-old f .. er, allowed me purchase a replacement at a laughable discount.

The next few hours were spent at home, restoring the new device.  I soon concluded that single-malt scotch was invented for just this occasion.

The new phone wanted passwords for everything: mail, social media, subscriptions, etc.  Being a proper technology consumer, I used different passwords for most things to guard against identity theft.

Being over 40, I could recall very few of those passwords.  So, being over 40, I had written the information down and stored it in a safe place.  But, being over 40, I forgot where that safe place is.  And, being over 40, I had suspected that this would happen one day, so there was a back-up copy, in code, stashed in another secure location: my underwear drawer.

I visit that location daily, and had often wondered what that envelope was.  It was addressed to "Dumb A.."  Inside were several pages written in gibberish. I quickly figured it out.  Funny how terror sharpens the mind, even one over 40.

The new phone is operational, charged, synced up, backed up, GPS tracked, and encased in a booby-trapped Hummer.

Now, to find that lanyard ...

May Elephants Never Forget

After President Obama won reelection, some fool posted a photo of the American flag hanging upside down. That is not what he thinks it is. It is a Naval sign of distress.

I've held off commenting on Mr. Obama's reelection and -- more to the point -- why the GOP got shellacked until I could calm down.

As the misnamed "fiscal cliff" looms, here's what I think.

The GOP lost for the same reason that Ronald Reagan abandoned the Democratic Party in 1962: the party lost its soul. Back then, Reagan said he didn't leave the Democratic Party; the party left him.

And clearly, the GOP left a bunch of others, too, despite the billions spent by corporate and industrial PACs to malign the incumbent as a communist, socialist and mongrel -- among other sins.

Make no mistake: Barack Obama won four years ago on his personal appeal to the masses, especially the underclass, and not on his credentials.

He won this time because you guys came across as extreme right-wing nutjobs. You let Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity, Mark Levin and Fox News define you.

You publicly declared that your Number One objective the past for years was to make Mr. Obama a one-term president. Really? Since when is your job to scuttle the presidency?

That alone disqualified you. You lost this election a long, long time ago. Worse, you didn't realize it 'til the Wednesday after the election. Your state of shock was laughable.

What you should have done the past four years was everything you could do to help this thinly-qualified president by leading us out of the financial crisis that he inherited. Remember the balance of power thing? The U.S. was in crisis, and you idiots abdicated your responsibilities to help. All you did was hinder. You assigned blame (wrongly) and pointed fingers like a bunch of 4-year-olds.

I've talked with enough Republicans and Democrats in Washington over the years to know that there are some fine people who have sacrificed a lot and work hard to do the people's work.

It is time to prove your worth.

Address this fiscal cliff prudently and quickly. We don't want brinksmanship; we want wise leadership.

Follow Harry Truman's example: stand up straight, look us in the eye and tell us the truth.

Unlike you, we can handle it.

Taste

Shortly after my wife and I were married, she announced that she was going to buy me some clothes, as it was painfully evident that I had no taste. No husband of hers was going to wear that in public. Or that.

And that thing? Oh, Hell, no!

My protests fell on deaf ears. I was dragged to the mall, where we spent precious dollars on name-brand clothing which I was raised to believe belonged only to the well-to-do.

It has been thus ever since.

As a result, my closet is as nearly idiot-proof as is possible. When I was getting up at 2am to do morning-drive news, I would basically dress in the dark so as not to disturb her sleep. This meant that any pair of slacks had to go with virtually any shirt. It was a sight to behold.

Wearing name-brand clothing -- and having a reasonable supply of it -- usually means that it lasts longer, so that you actually get more bang for your buck. Go figure.

Over the past few years, I have become a brand buyer. I tried it once, liked it, and found that most everything this company makes is of good quality. More important, it passes muster. And yes, it lasts longer than lesser brands.

Morale: Taste cannot be taught; you either have it, or you don't. If you have it, be thankful. I don't, but I surely have the next best thing.

I'll be wearing my tasteful new shirt to work this week.