A matter of perspective

I hate mice. I hate the way they look I hate the way they act. I don’t want them in my house. If they appear in my house I’m going to call an exterminator.
This is just the way it is. When they invade where I live they deserve to die. I don’t want them around. I can’t stand there little mouse droppings that are evidence of there being around. I don’t want to even think about them being alive period
That’s why it’s just her craziness that one I found a nest of baby mice in my lawn mower I felt compelled to protect them. When they were deprived of their mother and squealing at the top of their lungs out of fear I just wanted to protect them. When I left them in the lawnmower to cool off outside some of them had jumped off the mower and we’re sitting on the stone driveway. I went and got some cardboard scoop to them up and put them back into they’re little Nest on top of the lawnmower.
I then Returns the mower to the shed where their mother had decided to create a home for them. That’s my shed. The mice didn’t belong there. Yet still I had to return them. I also locked the shed door because I know that there is a cat next door. I know the cat enjoys hunting in my yard. I root for the cat to catch all the mice again in my yard. I just don’t want them to catch these babies.
This is illogical. I know these mice are going to grow up to be adults and come into my house and make me angry enough to call an exterminator to kill them. What is it about us that makes us want to protect the Young no matter who they are? I don’t know. I guess it’s just a matter of perspective.

True Blue~A Police Encounter

On Sunday night I was driving home from my parents house in Marlton, NJ.  This is not an unusual situation as I have been having dinner with my parents every Sunday since my family moved away last year.  As I customarily do, I called my wife so that we could chat for the ride home.  I use a Blu-tooth earpiece for my phone so essentially, I am hands free and legal.  As I passed the abandoned Champs Bar and Grill I changed lanes from left to right and immediately caught the police lights go on in my rear view mirror.

Now, the crazy thought start to run through my head.  What did I do wrong? Did I just cut him off?  Did I drink at my mom’s house? (yes, 1 glass of wine).  What kind of crazy encounter am I going to have?  Do I have all of my documentation? Is he/she going to be nasty? Should I record this?  Should I dig through my glove compartment?  Will he/she think I am looking for a gun?  Fear and terror filled my person.  My wife said it would be better to end the call so not to confuse the issue.  I hung up and rolled down my window…yes legit rolled.  The car is old.

After waiting for what seemed like an eternity a knock came at my passenger window.  I nearly choked myself reaching over to the other door’s manual crank. (Well, at least I won’t get a seat belt violation.)  After getting it down the officer introduced himself as a member of the Evesham Police Department.  At that very moment, I realize that this is a guy from my home town.  I am on a drive through highway that connects many towns, but this person is here to protect my home town.  I begin to relax…not in any small part related to the fact that this man was treating my like I was an honored guest at a party.  He informed me that my registration was coming up expired in his computer.  I checked my glove compartment and came up with the same answer.  He asked for my documents and he went back to his car.  I called my wife and explained to her that it was a registration issue.

When he returned to my car he indicated that the violation would not be a moving violation but since so much time had passed since the car was registered, he had to write up the violation.  He also helped me with the process for registering the car and told me the best way to get it corrected without having to run the risk of a repeat violation.  He also helped me identify that my insurance was due to expire in one day.  We chatted about a couple of things and I ended up going away with a very good feeling.

I began to reflect on all of the traffic stops that appear in the news.  You know…the ones that go horribly wrong.  These are the ones that we see recorded and get plastered all over the media.  I can’t help but wonder about my anxiety and just what caused it.  I can’t help but think about the media accounts of discourteous cops and belligerent citizens are making us believe that this situation is far too commonplace.

I have heard that it takes 10 positive experiences to cover up the one negative impression. If this is true, then hopefully this story will go towards reminding people that one badly recorded episode of people being at far less than their best is not representative of the greater population. Maybe then, the next time I get pulled over. my anxiety level would not go through the roof. 

Tomorrow, we can talk about the NJ Motor Vehicle Agency. Now there is a trip through crazy😭

Fidget Spinner

OK. So I bought a Fidget Spinner.  I know that it said the word “toy” at the end of it.  I was attracted to it because it said that it would help with ADHD and similar focus related things.  I know that I have trouble focusing on things.  I know I have to fix this.  I know that it is a problem.  I also know…that I have just added another distraction.

OK.  So it is not going to help with focus.  Maybe…it is the distraction or triggering that it can help with.  When, I find myself on the wrong track…I will just pull out the spinner and it will get me moving.  I am really reaching here to justify my $10 investment.  Oh well…time to spin.


You just don’t need one more excuse to allow students or young people to say that they have the right to do whatever they want to do. They are already confused enough about alcohol. The fact that alcohol is legal doesn’t stop them but encourages them to begin use even when they are underage. I say no.


“Faith is believing in things when common sense tells you not to…”~Miracle on 34th Street

I think that we all struggle with demons.  These demons live in our minds and occupy corners and lay in wait for a weak moment and destroy our dreams and ambitions.  They are assisted by those who want to share “realities” that are uniquely theirs…not yours and certainly not mine.  The demons move from person to person in this way.

If you look at the quote from Miracle on 34th Street, you can see that belief is a strong characteristic and we all have it.  We believe that we can or we believe that we can’t.  It’s a choice.  What do I choose to believe…for my life…for this day….in this moment?  Don’t I really control my destiny?  Do I relinquish my control to something or someone else?

In my own life, I know now that who I am and what I have become up to this day is my default position when I don’t consciously follow my dreams or my desires simply because someone else has appeared to make sense.  At some point, I have to decide, and I mean really decide what I believe.  My actions then have to bear that out.

I must be careful to guard these beliefs or my destiny will be lost in The River of Dreams.  This really shouldn’t be…uncommon sense…but, it is.

The Creativity Conundrum

Having been a music teacher for years and directing choirs has been rewarding for me. I have been fortunate to both perform in music ensembles and direct them with the firm belief that this art form and its inherent creativity was beneficial to the members of the group. What became apparent when attending a workshop was the challenging notion that what I was doing was the “least creative thing” I could be doing in music. This gave me pause. I dwelled on it and realized that it was true.

The person directing this workshop indicated that the persons who participated passively in the experience of listening to music also could be brought into the experience of creating music. Again, it gave me reason to think. Using digital software, you can create music and you don’t even have to know how to write it. In education, I have become somewhat of an elitist in that I believe that to be a musician you had to learn and use notation. When the ultimate experience of music is audio…why is that the case.

I bought the software and I was fortunate to have a young lady, who loved to sing, record “cover tunes”, just so I could learn the process of using the software. Still, creativity eluded me. So, we took some of those covers and made a few videos. Here, I first discovered how I could use the music to create a visual experience that would give a greater impact. I was on my way, but I didn’t understand why I was finally on my way. The cover tunes gave me structure. The structure gave me parameters to develop something. The truth is, we all need parameters.

The first day of school in the subsequent year, a contest was presented to me to produce a 2 minute video to support the need for music education funding. You needed original music. There were only 72 awards and this went nationwide. There was only 4 weeks until the submission deadline. Truly, the odds were against winning, but I finally had parameters. I finally had purpose…and the creativity flowed and the contest was won. All the participants, myself and 9 students, felt that “we had accomplished something great” For me, it was more meaningful because it supported my belief that we can all be creative. Now, I need to get others to believe it as well.

On this site is my “ongoing attempt” at creativity. I hope that you enjoy as I continue to explore this side of me that has been dormant for many years.

(This is a re-posting of an entry on a previous server.  I felt I needed to revisit it.)

We need the Arts…

Yesterday, I went to see Miss Saigon on Broadway.  I remember seeing that show in 1993 because it was the hot show then.  I just don’t remember being affected by it.  Recently, I performed some of the music with the Philly Pops.  During the preparation we got the back story from the conductor.  We found out that a person in our choir had a father who lived the story at the heart of Miss Saigon.  This was that many GI’s married Vietnamese women and fathered children.

While watching this production I couldn’t help thinking two things.  First, a colleague warned me that it was “dated” and second, I realized it is more relevant today than ever before.

The character of the Engineer, who go the final bow, wouldn’t have been my call…but…anyway…he ran the local brothel and made money off of the hostilities by supplying American GI’s with female companionship.  One such girl who was new to the business connected with a soldier with a conscience and he soon fell in love with her and married her.  During the fall of Saigon and the departure of the American soldiers he lost touch with her and didn’t even know he was a father.

During the second act there was a slideshow that showed all of these Vietnamese children and the song that the men who assembled sang had a line that said “Conceived in Hell, And born in strife. They are the living reminder of all the good we failed to do.”  This was in reference to the children that came out of these “temporary” relationships.

When we are in the storm, or the war, we seldom take stock of what our responsibilities are beyond “today”.  The human cost can only be measured when we put a face to the name or group of people who are affected.  Drama and music put allow us to do just that and experience that pain and longing of the individual.  It is a part of our nature to feel through these mediums and sometimes it takes these mediums to connect to our feelings.

Ken Robinson has said that we do ourselves a disservice when we try to justify the arts in our schools by saying things like, “the arts are worthy to be included in education because there is a positive correlation between participation in the arts and increased test scores in academics.”  This argument is the worst justification for the arts.  The arts speak to a part of our person that is otherwise left untouched.

On March 29, 2017…I was moved emotionally by the same show I saw on June 3, 1993 and was completely unaffected.  Those emotions are necessary for living and should not be discounted.  They should be an important consideration when making decisions at the national level.

Justice Delayed

As I approach my retirement, I can’t help but wonder…what if?  There are a number of “what if” questions that I would ask.  For example, what if I never purchased that bicycle?  What if I never took an interest in the guitar?  What if I didn’t follow my passion?  The list could go on and on…but there is usually one “what if” that haunts everyone.

In my job for the last 17 years, you could definitely divide it into two distinct halves.  The first half could be defined as the “passion years.”  In those days, my passion defined my work hours.  I was committed to delivering the kind of experiences that I never had in high school and I treated that as a mission.  That commitment meant that I never watched the clock and was often surprised that I was receiving a paycheck.  I never worked so hard and I never had so much joy and I delivered experiences to the students that they had never had before in this school.

Things changed in 2011 when it became clear to me that my ability to communicate my value to the school became compromised.  The “entitlement mentality” meant that if a person (student or staff member) felt that they were somehow mistreated, they could complain loud enough and use the prevailing political climate to effect a change to their advantage.

What followed were 2 attempts to revoke my tenure, based on the combined desire of the district to save money and put a “favored” teacher into a position that she was clearly unqualified for and honestly, unavailable to do.  While they didn’t succeed either time, I was suspended for…nothing…for an entire year.  But it changed me.  It changed how I approached my job, shortchanged my students and robbed me of over a year of salary and pension time.

Several years ago, a student interviewed me as part of a project for a documentary.  Here is her footage.  I have been fighting this travesty for over four years now.  My lawsuit has gone nowhere.

I stand on the side of truth.  I have conducted myself with the highest ethics.  I have pointed out the violations of policy and ethics to my employers, my attorney(s), and still nothing.  Justice delayed???  Justice denied!!!!

As a footnote here, it should be noted that, coincidentally, the size and quality of the music and theatrical program that I had built, has fallen off considerably since my removal from this position.  Also, the size of the student body has dropped by over 30%…coincidentally…or maybe not coincidentally.

What are we teaching???

On Saturday, I decided to go to Atlantic City to get shoes.  I like the Reebok Outlet there so that’s why I went down.  I also needed to check into a hotel for an upcoming conference.  I pulled out my phone and got the train schedule because I hate parking.  I found the train, bought a round trip ticket right on the phone and headed out.  I stopped at Dunkin Donuts because I was in a hurry and ordered my usual diet meal through the app and paid for it.  I went in and out of the store in 20 seconds.

When I got to the train, they read my ticket on my phone and I had an enjoyable ride down to AC.  I bought my shoes and got my AAA discount because my card was linked to the app on my phone.  I left the store and switched into my new shoes and walked to the boardwalk.  On my way, I found a good deal on a hotel room as part of my Groupon and bought it. Since I didn’t need the hotel visit now, I went to the train station and on my way picked up a coffee courtesy of the app on my phone.

On Sunday, I got up late.  It was daylight saving time.  Thank God for my phone.  It changed the time for me.  I just wish that I had set the alarm.

I just had time for a shower and my vitamins.  Had to get to church.  On my out I remembered my phone.  I took it out and put in an order for breakfast and paid for it.  I got a quick pickup.

When I got to church I realized that I forgot my check book.  I took out my phone and opened up the church giving app and did my tithe.  (I couldn’t help thinking that people were judging me as I sat there in church on my phone.)  So, I popped in a “fiver” to the basket to keep up appearances.

After church, I drove over to the mall and had a coffee and did a little shopping and went home. I used my app again.

This little device has allowed the world to provide me services and kept me loyal to their brand and I am happy with it.  More and more I understand their purpose for this and I will continue to use it as long as it pleases me.  It has become a powerful influence on my life as well as a convenience for me.  It is, for today’s world, the new commerce.

This commerce can work two ways.  You can also sell with this device.  You can create a product, define it’s value, advertise it on social media, and earn your own living.  You would think that we would be teaching this to the students of today.  Do you know how many courses there are in the public schools (at least my own) that are required for the students in this area?  ZERO!!  That’s right…not one single class requirement.

Until we get with it…until people begin to wrestle with the “why”, we will be doomed to be a state of people who need to have the government take care of them because the education system has failed them…and for that you can blame the government…or your(my)selves.

Fake News Blues…

It is amazing that now we have to deal with such new terms as “alternate facts” and “fake news”.  These accusations that are launched by our current resident in the White House have caused an expected polarization along the lines of supporters on both sides, but it does definitely make somebody wonder…just what, if any, “truth” is there in the assertion?

If you watch certain networks, it is clear that there is a slant on the delivery of the daily news from the commentary to the guests or experts that are interviewed.  While this is painfully obvious even to the most naive viewer, we have to remember that all of these news outlets are a commercial venture.  Every news broadcast is interrupted by a series of commercials that target their loyal audience.  The broadcasters set up their news twist so elegantly prior to the commercial to keep you on their station through the advertisement.  These advertisers want to keep their predictable audience and quite often their political views will affect their purchasing choices.  I recently watched a news station that leans toward the liberal side and saw a number of ads for medical programs or devices that indicated that they will be covered by medicare.  Government insurance is a commitment that comes from our Democratic party.

This type of news delivery has been around for a while now, so we should be used to it.  The charge of “fake news” as issued by the executive branch of the federal government is something quite different.  It is designed to inflame the electorate and believe that there is something genuinely evil about the news industry as a whole.  News satire channels on TV and and Internet are definitely fueling the fire…but they serve the purpose of entertainment more than the responsible journalism that keeps government honest.

Our president is using this new phrase to deflect the focus off of his relationship to a totalitarian leader of a regime that stands in direct contrast to what America is at it’s core.  He has refused to implicate Russia and continued to shower praise on their leader.  If he had been forthright, honest and transparent then there would be no suspicion about his international dealings but he hasn’t.

There is a real difference between real news and fake news.  So much of the “fake news” comes from discussions that are taking place on social media with no basis in fact and continues to polarize Americans.  A leader who leads with tweets is no leader.

Twitter has it’s place…so does Facebook. It should not be a playground for misinformation particularly when it is being spread by the President of the United States.  Enjoy my “tongue in cheek” musical lament inspired by number 45.