Monday, September 16, 2019

I don’t consider myself a happy.

.person.

When I say this to people they’ll exclaim, “Come on Jeff! You smile all the time.”

My rote reply to this is. “What’s the last thing some dogs will do before they bite you? They smile.” 

Before you go aerobic and jump to conclusions, I don’t walk around with perpetual dark rain clouds over my noggin either. Through the years I learned to lower my expectations to the point where feeling content is OK. Contentment beats the alternative of depression, which I’ve had issues with. Of course, I blogged, not bragged, about it. (The WW J  might be one of the most honest blogs in the World 🌎.)


However since making the BIGLY lifestyle change of settling down in Durango, CO, I’ve been feeling more than content. I’m feeling positive and happy about my choice.




Why so? Jeff?

I’ll break it down by category. 

Locally: 

Since moving to Durango, I found the few things a Minimalist like me requires from a small city.

For haircuts there’s Tucson’s Barber Shop. Mr Tucson has been cutting hair for 53 years. While he’s clipping away, I get an multigenerational Hispanic’s take on the local scene. A grooming and history lesson in one. 



For brewpubs, there’s Carver’s and Animas Brewing. Great beer, food and nice young people who swore on their menus, they would grant me one TV to watch the upcoming MLB playoffs. Just as long as I ask politely. 

For films, there’s Animas City Theater which screens movies that would never appear in the corporate cinemas. I’ve seen “Indian Horse” and “Peanut Butter Falcon.” Both were well made flicks. Plus the theater sells beer! 



Backcountry Experience will be my go-to outdoor gear shop. The folks who work there are friendly and helpful. However the biggest reason they will get my business is for what they don’t sell. This shop is one of the few outdoor stores in Durango that is not an arms merchant. 

For local hikes, I’m a fan of the Animas Mountain 7 mile loop hike. It’s a steady climb to the top of the mesa. Then the trail skirts the cliffs with views of the Animas River valley below, topped by the San Juan and La Plata mountain ranges above. I’ve seen wild turkeys (not the drinking kind), horny toads and one bobcat. After the first mile, I don’t see many people. Serenity in my backyard. 

Durango’s Vibe is more laid back, friendlier and feels safer than the Front Range of Colorado. For example: I lost my phone after a rib cracking mountain bike accident. A Good Samaritan found it, turned it on and contacted my brother Mike. The phone was returned to me via the Durango Diner. That nice local man wouldn’t accept a reward. There has been many other “Pay it Forward” incidents of kindness. 



On the home front: 

My neighbors continue to be quiet, pleasant and are willing to toss me a friendly wave. However, I’m picking up the feeling most wish to be left alone with their significant others or dogs, cats or guinea pigs. I’m OK with that. This is preferable to noisy and nosy neighbors. 

Little by little I’m making this former VRBO rental townhouse feel like my pad. I put up prayer flags to ward off evil spirits and mean people. If that doesn’t work, I have a mezuzah for backup. 




I purchased a La Z Boy recliner (named after me) to relax in while reading or watching the “Home Shopping Network.” 



The bird feeders are now seeing plenty of fluttering and flittering. Through the miracle of social media (Facebird), I have a lot more beaks to feed. I’m going to declare my feathered family  dependents. That way, I’ll be able to deduct the cost of birdseed off my taxes. 

After six and a half years of being homeless by choice, I’m sort of a home body now. In the past, I had no place to go to when I felt road weary and tired. Now I have a home/sanctuary. I was ready for this. 



Socially: 

I’ve attended a few community events. This is BIGLY baby steps for a Sociable Hermit like me. 

I tried a pre-Friday night service potluck at the only Temple in the Four Corners region. Let’s just say, being in a Synagogue is not my position of comfort. I bolted the first chance I got. However I gave it the old Yeshiva University try. 

I was allowed to be the token male in a “Great Old Broads of the Wilderness” Fen restoration project. For those of you who don’t know, a Fen is a type of wetland. There are 200 fens in the San Juan Mountains. Fens make up 2% of the World’s land mass. We gathered this info from Amanda of the  Mountain Studies Institute. After our class we donned work gloves and planted sedges in a 6.5 acre Fen near Ophir Pass that had seen better and greener days. All the women were friendly and respectful. I never felt threatened. A wonderful time was had by all regardless of sex. 



I’ve been to a few organized events sponsored by the San Juan Mountain Association. I’ve made contact with many people who have a passion for wild places. They too, get verklempt (Yiddish for choked up) when the topics of mountains, canyons and empty spaces in between are broached. I’m working on gaining their trust. I’m hoping to glean information about the Hidden Gems of the San Juan Mountains from these knowledgeable locals. All I have to prove is that I’m not a logger, litterer, miner or wildflower picker. Easy Peasy. 

This past Saturday, I participated in the Durango Chile Fest 10 K trail run. My first race in over a decade. The run featured a literal climb (I had to use my hands to pull myself up the last 25 feet to the top) of a gritty, gravelly hogback. I scooted down the opposite side on my butt. As usual, I came in first in my category. That’s the over 60, Liberal Jewish retired firefighters from the Bronx category. I always win that one.



On October 1st, I’ll be inducted into the Friends of the Library volunteer program. I signed up to be a substitute for the dedicated regulars. I’ll get a quick teach on how to open and close the FOL Used Book Store.  I’ll probably be the youngest volunteer too. Mid-November the FOL will sponsor a huge book sale. I’ll supply some of the manual labor shlepping boxes of books around. It’s a dirty job, but someone has to be an advocate for reading.





Have I made any new friends? Not a one, but I’m not feeling lonely either. 

Lastly the biggest reason for the move to Durango. Location, location, location. All these beautiful photos were taken a few hours away from my home. 

I’m smiling a lot these days AND I haven’t thought about biting one person. 

Cheers,
Jeff 




Tuesday, September 10, 2019

Living in Unthinkable Times...

"Four planes? That many people willing to die for the same cause at the same time? If any writer had turned in a story like this, the publisher would have just handed it back and said, 'No way. Not believable.' " 
Post 9/11  quote from Tom Clancy (American military-science Novelist)

In modern history what occurred on September 11th, 2001 was beyond the vivid imagination of a bestselling novelist. On that day, 2,977 people (including dozens of Muslims) were vanquished on what should have been just another day of work. 

We who lived through it have images imprinted in our minds of the two jets T-boning the Twin Towers, the aftermath of the Pentagon hit and UA flight 93’s forced crash landing in a Somerset County, PA field.

That day was an American nightmare. 

9/11 changed the way Americans do business. We now are willing to remove our shoes, empty our pockets, subject ourselves to multiple ID checks, pat downs and full body scans to gain access to a cramped seat on an airplane. We forego our freedom of personal space and privacy to make it harder for the “Bad Guys” to board an airplane.

Yet, most Americans don’t give a lot of thought to the yearly statistics of a clear and present danger.  “In 2017, gun deaths reached their highest level since 1968 with 39,773 deaths by firearm, of which 23,854 were by suicide and 14,542 were homicides.” ( Source Wikipedia ). I suppose they reason, that stuff happens to other people, it won’t happen to me. 



Which leads me to a story concerning thinking the unthinkable.

It was almost a decade ago that I attended Tucson’s Jewish Film Festival.  It was a warm spring evening so I bicycled to the theater. After purchasing a ticket, I  scanned the crowd. Simply stated most of my fellow film fans looked Jewish. (There’s approximately 25,000 Jews in Tucson). However one young man stood out. He was tall, gawky and dark haired. He was dressed in full-on camo. He was carrying a mid-sized backpack. It too was camo colored. I’ll describe him in a simple way too. There was nothing about the Dude that was screaming out, “I was once a Bar Mitzvah Boy!” He was standing by the snack stand ordering a beer. 

Knowing there are people in the World who don’t like Jews, I was more than concerned on what was in his backpack. I angled through the crowd, coming in from his left side, I faked a stumble while thrusting my right shoulder into the pack. Fortunately the pack  squished. No thuds or clanks. Probably, no weapons. I looked him in the eye and apologized for my faux fall. 

I felt greatly relieved, so I bought an IPA. 

Many of you are now probably thinking, “Oh Jeff! You are so paranoid,” or “You need to forget you were once in Emergency Services.” 

Here’s my answer.  I’m going to remain vigilant. I’m going to avoid most crowds. I’ll continue to be aware of my surroundings. I’ll still watch who’s coming in through the front door. I’ll check people’s hips to see if they are carrying a sidearm. 



Think: 

A Sunday Church Service. Sutherland Springs, TX. 26 dead, 20 wounded. November 5th, 2017.

A Sabbath Synagogue Service. Pittsburgh, PA. 11 dead, 10 wounded. October 27, 2018.

A shopping spree at Walmart. El Paso, TX. 22 dead, 24 wounded. August 3, 2019. 

A night at the movies. Aurora, CO. 12 dead, 58 wounded by gunfire. July 20, 2012.

A day of college classes. Virginia Tech University, Blacksburg, VA. 32 dead, 17 wounded. April 16, 2007

An evening of Country and Western music. Las Vegas, NV. 58 dead, 422 wounded. October 1, 2017.

Lastly, (there are many others) a day of learning the “Three R’s”. Newtown, CT. Sandy Hook Elementary School. 26 dead, 20 between the ages of 6-7. December 14, 2012.

After Newtown, I thought surly this would trigger a response for reasonable gun control legislation from our Nation’s politicians. I waited and waited, and only saw the usual platitudes. 




It was at that moment when I realized America could no longer lay claim to being a civilized nation. School kids were now considered fair game. 





Once again, those partners in mayhem, the Gun Manufactures and NRA proclaimed the usual drivel. It’s not a gun problem, it’s a mental health problem! 

The US does have a lot of unstable people, yet we don’t own a monopoly on mental health problems in the World. What we do own is a lot of guns. Heaps of them. “The Small Arms Survey stated that U.S. civilians alone account for 393 million (about 46 percent) of the worldwide total of civilian held firearms. This amounts to "120.5 firearms for every 100 residents." (Mind you. Americans make up a mere 4.4% of the World’s population) 

Apparently some of those firearms fall into the paws and claws of unhinged, angry Born in the USA type people. Hence in 2017, the equivalent of the entire city of Jacksonville, TX (14,500 population, 2010 Census) would have been murdered with bullet exhaling weapons. 

Until many Americans stop thinking of the Second Amendment as the Eleventh Commandment. “Thou shalt own many firearms to covet and collect.” Nothing will change. We will continue to be a Badass uncivilized country. One nation under God and Guns.




The US has a social disease. It’s gun related violence. America refuses to change the ways we do business in the sale, type and availability of firearms. 

(Book suggestion “Lethal Passage” by Erik Larson).

For the record, I do not own anything more dangerous than a few Swiss Army Knives. 

Last photo says it all.

Bullet proof backpacks for children

Shame on us.