I was watching the NBC news yesterday evening.  They were showing video of the police removing people who were participating in “Occupy Oakland.”  The visions on the screen took me right back to my experience as a young adult.

In the late 60s and early 70s the anti-war moment was at its height.  Our country had never seen such a movement that so polarized us, moved us, incited us, but mostly forced us to thing.  It is my belief that it was that movement which made President Johnson decide not to run again for president, regardless of whatever else has been said about his decision.  Why?  Simple, I think he recognized he was in a no-win position.  He realized in 1968 that the Vietnam War was unwinnable but that exiting from it, at that time, was simply not in the cards regardless of what was going on in the country.  I also think he was just worn out.

Anyway, what I saw last night were the police firing tear gas into the crowds.  They marched relentlessly towards the “Occupy Oakland” people until they won.  Now if you dial back to 1969 or 1970 or 1971, you can see that exact same scene being acted out over and over again in many cities around the United States.  The anti-war people then, and the “Occupy Oakland” people now were heard to say that excessive police force was used.  As we look at either picture we find the truth in that statement.

What I see now that those in power in the 60s and 70s missed, and that I believe those in power are missing today, is that these people have the courage to express in public what many of us think or feel in private but for one reason or another do not express.  As the 1960s turned into the 1970s the support for continuing the war in Vietnam lessened until finally everyone wanted out.  That is the same thing that is happening today although the solution is far more difficult.

When you are a nation involved in an unpopular and unsustainable war, you find a way to exit that war as quickly as  possible and at the least cost.  That’s exactly what we did in Vietnam, and now in Iraq.  Unfortunately, to solution to the economic ills of this nation are not nearly so obvious regardless of what anyone in either major political party.  It is not something as easy as raising taxes, throwing money at the populace, or contending you know how to create jobs.  This is a problem that is extremely deeply rooted and is going to be very painful to extract our country from.

The “Occupy Wall Street” movement is just the beginning and is not likely to go away anytime soon.  The coming winter may well curtail some of the “Occupy” scenes but rest assured, once spring comes the people will return to their “Occupy” posts and in greater numbers.  I believe that now, as back in the Vietnam War era, those in power are feeling very cocky and think that these protestors will go away in time.  They believe that time, power, and money is on their side and because of that they will win out.  Nothing could be further from the truth as we found out during the Vietnam era.

Once a large enough portion of the population becomes angry it must be respected and a reasonable response must be provided.  I have heard the contention that no one knows what the platform and demands of the “Occupy” people is.  The only way you could honestly make such a statement is if you had been on a trip to another star and had not been given access to current events.  Their message could not be more clear.  They are tired of the excesses of the rich and powerful.  They are tired of an unresponsive government to these obvious excesses of power and influence.  And the believe, rightfully, that their government has been co-opted by those very same rich and powerful people.

There has never been a time in the history of America that when a large enough group of people got angry about something that they did not win.  And only once, when one of these movements was victorious, were the results of their victory reversed, that being prohibition.  Nonetheless, history teaches us that this is must be attended to.  This issue is not going away anytime soon particularly in the absence of a positive response.  And while it is impossible to predict how this will all end, it will get more and more painful as the crowds doing the protesting become larger, which they will.

I know, it sounds like a contradiction in terms, art of being crazy.  Some of the sanest people I know act crazy and some of the craziest people I know are the most sane.  Ah, another ambiguity, seemingly, on my part but I assure you it is not.  I guess I need to start at the beginning, when I was young.

In 1958 I had just turned 9.  In September of that year I started going to a new school, the Franklin School, because it was a little bit closer to my home than my old school.  I was excited to get out of the dreary old building and into a nice new building.  I walked to the old school so of course I walked to the new one.  One day early in the school year, just a short distance from the new school, a lady came out of her house in her nightgown claiming there was a man in her house.  Something told me at that moment that she was imagining things.  I don’t know what told me, instinct probably, but that’s what I thought.  It turned out I was entirely correct as for the next four years she was frequently out there claiming the very same thing.  She was the first crazy person I knew.  Now in this case, I don’t think there was much sane about her.  It was the pre-alzheimer’s era which is likely what was wrong with her.  I say that because I think that ultimately exempts a person from being crazy since in truth their brain is being turned into mush by a hidden disease, but one that you can actually see when you look for it.

In high school I was simply depressed, all five years.  Yes five, I repeated my junior year.  I think I also had to be crazy because I never got kissed, lost my virginity, drank, got into a fight, or anything else normal teenage boys did.  My biggest problem was in how I “acted out.”  I took it out on my brother and sister, not physically, but I was never at a loss for mean words and actions.

In the summer of 1964 I was working on a farm, the second summer I had done so.  I was paid the hefty sum of $25 a week for 40 hours of work, and it was hard!  Well, one day, a hot day, there were three of us weeding the onion portion of the field.  I was really thirsty and really hot and frustrated because there was no way to get out of the heat.  So for reasons I have forgotten, I fell down on the ground and started flailing around like a crazy person all the time yelling foolishly.  It was the first, and last time for many many years, I acted out my insanity.  They guys thought it was funny as hell and for my part I felt a little better afterward, although my actions had taken something of a toll on the onions.  How crazy was all that?

In my senior year at high, a private school in New Jersey, a guy came up to me one day and dared me to eat a deep-fried grasshopper.  I did it.  It wasn’t too bad actually.  The guys thought I was a little crazy, was I?  That was 1967.

Four years later I was in the army and living in Italy.  I had bought a 1960 Jaguar from a guy who was returning home.  It was a sedan but it was still a pretty fast car.  One day I was driving to work and had a friend with me, Jim.  At the time in Italy, anywhere there wasn’t a posted speed limit you could go as fast as you wanted, so I did.  We were on SS 1, Via Aurelia.  That’s the US route 1 of Italy.  Well, just before I have to make a left turn the speed limit was 50 k/h, about 30 mph.  Now also in Italy there are about 7 various police forces all of whom could have a presence on any road.  The most fearsome of all were the “Stradale” who are comparable to the state police.  The thing is, over there they carry this little thing we called “the lollipop” because it was a circular thing, white on the outside and red on the inner part, at the end of a short pole, that they would hold out to indicate they wanted you to pull over.  Also, and this may just be an urban  legend there, it was believed that if you sped by a stradale they were permitted to shoot to kil, the rationale being that you were probably a fleeing felon.  Jim believed this.  That day, just a little ahead of us, a stradale stuck out his lollipop as I was going about 120 k/h.  Even though I immediately put on my brakes I blew  by the guy.  Jim kept saying, “You’re crazy man!  We’re gonna die!  We’re gonna die.”  My response to his rantings was to laugh hysterically which I was still doing as the stradale approached my car.  In the end I got a 30,000 lire ($50) speeding ticket, payable on the spot.  Was I crazy?  Well, I do have a great story to tell.

A year later I was at a friend’s apartment in Italy.  The guy was Taiwanese.  We all called him “crazy George.”  George was not a U.S. citizen but that isn’t a requirement to be in the US Army.  George had arrived in Italy in 1971 which meant he had to stay there until 1974.  Well, as in everything, there is the “exception clause.”  In those days the “exception clause” was if you volunteered to go to Vietnam.  Remember, the Vietnam War was still going on at that time.  We all thought that act brought credence to his name.  As if that wasn’t enough, George told us he planned to get there by driving his 1965 Rambler, a very unreliable car to say the least.  We thought he was kidding but when the day came for him to leave, his car was packed and he drove off.  Last we heard George made it, but we didn’t know how.

You hear a lot of stories about the food in the army, how bad it is, etc.  The truth is, it varied.  It could be really good, and other times, not so good.  Breakfast was the exception.  They made eggs to order and I always ordered an omelet.  They were always good.  You don’t get a lot of what you want in the army but that was truly an exception.  I was living in a barracks next to the mess hall at the time when one day one of the cooks came chasing a guy through the barracks with a rather formidable meat cleaver.  I don’t remember what he was chasing the guy, but I think it was because the guy had been a total asshole.  The cook was shipped home a couple of days later and given a medical discharge, or so I heard.  Was he crazy.  Just before that the head cook, a sergeant first class, was brought up on charges of theft.  He had supposedly been selling meat to the locals.  Before he could be court martialed he was “allowed” to retire.  I never did understand that but I think that was crazy.

In 1981 I had a job in the Marshall Islands at the Kwajalein Missile Range tracking satellites.  I used to drink a lot in those days and when I did I had this habit of going out onto the reef on the ocean side to catch lobsters.  Why was that crazy?  Glad  you asked.  Because the ocean side of a coral atoll there is a very steep and very deep drop off where the reef ends.  The reef isn’t that wide either but it is fairly flat until the point it drops off.  So there I was, drunk out of my mind, stumbling all over the reef.  Now that was crazy.

There are plenty more stories I could tell but this would just become too long.  My point is, what is or is not crazy can be a very relative thing.  First you must have a definition for what crazy really is and I’m not sure I have one.  To make the point, I was certainly one of the people calling George crazy but was he really?  I think he probably had an experience of a lifetime.  Today, I don’t think he was crazy at all.  Maybe some of what he did was not thought out too well, but it certainly wasn’t crazy.  Crazy is one of the things I have reconsidered.

I was born in New England and still call it home.  But during my life I’ve had the chance to live in the tropics on two different occasions.  I bring this up because we are going through our annual change from warm and sunny to cold and cloudy.  I always hate this time of year.  I’m a fan of being outside, not in.

In 1978 and 1979 while on active duty with the army, I was assigned to Schofield Barracks Hawaii, the 25th Infantry division.  I’ll always remember upon arriving in Honolulu the scent of gardenias filled the air.  I knew immediately why they call it paradise.

What most people don’t know is Hawaii has a winter season.  During December, January, and February the weather can be rather stormy and cool.  It’s all relative of course.  In Honolulu I don’t think the temperature ever goes below 50 degrees but on such days it might only rise to the mid-60s.  During the winter months beach weather can become a little scarce.  Now, I have absolutely no complaints about my time in Hawaii but I did want to make the point that it is not sunny and 70 every day of the year there.  As an aside, while I was there Hawaiian Airline used to run a commercial which showed one of the jets flying over a snow field on the big island of Hawaii.  You could also but a bumper sticker that many might take as a joke.  It said “Ski Hawaii.”  On the side of the volcano Mauna Loa there is a ski lift.

Then, from 1981 to 1982 I had the pleasure of living at the Kwajalein Atoll in the Marshall Islands.  That group of islands is just 9 degrees above the equator.  As a comparison, Honolulu Hawaii sits 21 degrees above the equator.  That puts Honolulu about 800 miles north of Kwajalein.  The temperature in Kwajalein stays between 72 and 82 all year round.  It is truly an island paradise that few people ever get the chance to experience.  There are still coral reefs there that are unspoiled by man, unlike those off the coasts of Hawaii and Florida.

At atoll is the top of a volcano, sort of.  By that I mean, the rock portion of the volcano sits hundreds of feet below and coral has grown from it until the islands were formed.  Every atoll has a lagoon and let me assure you, those lagoons are gorgeous.  You get to swim among some of the most exotic fish you could ever want to see.  One time a blue fin tuna swam about 5 feet from me and despite my attempts to touch him he lazily keep that 5 foot distance.

At night I was able to go out on the ocean side of the reef and pick lobsters up with my hands.  I don’t care for lobster but I was able to trade the lobsters for baked good from married couples on the island.

Imagine a downpour from a thunderstorm.  That sort of rain could come for hours or days on end there.  Since coral is extremely porous, there was no problem of flooding.  That and the fact that no where on the island was more than three feet above sea level.  And tsunamis could not happen  because a tsunami requires an inclined beach to hurt anything which don’t exist there.  Also, there was almost no chance of being hit by a typhoon since typhoons are spawned near the equator, as we were, and move northward.

From my experience in those two tropical locations I came to find that I look forward to the seasonal changes we have here in New England.  I think Christmas should be cold and white, no chance of that in the tropics.  I do enjoy a good snow storm.  I just don’t like the twelve plus hours of darkness.  There is something to be said for having a real four seasons, even if the are annoying sometimes.

I have a bunch of questions that absolutely need answering.

1. What’s the difference if something burns up or burns down?

2. Why do we have streets, avenues, roads, and boulevards?  Couldn’t we just pick one and go with it?  And what’s the difference between them?

3.  We say “drink it up” and “drink it down.”  Is there a difference?

4.  Why do we say we are “going to run to the store” when we know darn well we will drive there, or walk?  I’ve never seen anyone run to the store, have you?

5.  What’s a “moment”?  You know, like when someone says “one moment please.”  What’s the minimum needed to make a moment and when does is become two moments?

6.  Is there such a thing as “one sheep” or does it become a lamb at that point?  Isn’t a lamb a baby sheep?

7.  Why do we say “take a nap”?  I mean, what are we taking it from?

8.  If I said “I went down to the beach” doesn’t that really mean I went to a subterranean beach?

9.  Does anyone besides me think that the term “soy milk” is ridiculous?  Milk comes from mammals and the last I heard, soy is something that grows on a plant.  So why not call it what it really is, soy juice.

10.  Why are all the best tasting things in life fattening?

All right, I know there are more than ten questions in there, but still, they all need to be answered.  Life as we know it depends upon it.

Those people who have those “Baby on Board” signs.  What’s it supposed to mean, don’t hit me so hard when you do?

Why is it when everyone else in America is going to the beach, people in New Jersey  go to the shore?

How do fingernail clippers pose a threat on airplanes?

Why is it when crude oil prices drop 25% the price I pay at the pump only falls 10%?

If it doesn’t have any eggs in it, why is it called an “egg cream”?

When did being gay stop meaning you are having fun?

Why is it so difficult to find real, as in black, licorice?

I’m  62 and yet I have never been asked a single question on my feelings about anything that became part of a national poll, so who are they asking?

If we’ve gotten so much smarter over the years, why does broadcast television suck worse now than ever?

Oh yeah, and on that point, where “reality tv” is concerned, whose reality is it and who made the decision that it really is reality?

And one last thing along that same line.  Who reviews television commercials?  I mean, some of them are really dumb, really stupid.

Why do banks charge a fee on savings accounts?   Sounds like a disincentive to save.

How do I know if I am being politically correct, and why should I care?

There are tons of much more serious things I don’t understand but that is another discussion.

It galls me every time some political figure points to one of our founding fathers and says this is what they wanted which is meant to be synonymous with what that politician wants.  Let’s get something very straight, first and foremost in the minds of our founding fathers was that we would survive as a country.  They were in great fear that either economically or militarily we would fail.  Even though England had capitulated they were not suddenly our friends and ally.  Mistrust of the English and their desires ran deep.  That mistrust was not misplaced as a mere 25 years later we went to war with them once again.

Washington ran unopposed for the office of President twice.  Again, our founding fathers thought political parties were not good for our country.  To be certain, everyone during those first ten years was what we call a Federalist.  And that we despite the obvious differences of believe.  In his day, Thomas Jefferson was a liberal and John Adams a conservative.  But they all agreed upon the idea of keeping this country afloat regardless of their personal beliefs.  When John Jay was made to head the first supreme court it was only because of the acceptance of his exceptional skills as a jurist.  The same was true for Alexander Hamilton and his abilities in finance.

Washington inherited a country with a huge national debt and no way to pay.  For him, first and foremost, was how to pay the soldiers who had served during the revolution.  Most had served for much less than promised and been given notes that could be redeemed once a permanent government was in place.  When the notes came due, there was no money to pay.  Many in power thought each state should be responsible for paying the soldiers from their own state.  The states were in no better financial shape and couldn’t do it either.  The issue was not fully resolved until well into the 19th century.  Why bring this up?  Because it was never seen as a political issue by those in office.

The Constitutionalists knew full well that there was a huge divide of opinion of what should and should not be in our constitution.  The get something signed off they compromised to the fullest extent possible.  We can see this in two parts.  First, if you look at the first version of the constitution, is a clause that banned slavery.  That was of course removed entirely.  The next is the first ten amendments, or the Bill of Rights.  They were not there because having them as a part of the ratified constitution would have greatly slow the process down, and they simply could not wait any longer.

The point is, our founding fathers were expert in the field of compromise.  None ever felt they had to set aside the own principles.  They all knew that to best serve their country, they always needed to find a common ground, regardless of how painful it might be.  They realized it was far better to have a little bit of something than a whole lot of nothing.  Their intransigence might have made for a whole lot of nothing which would have resulted in a failed government and country.  That was simply not acceptable to any of them.

Some of our founding fathers truly disliked some of their peers but they did not let that get in the way of what needed getting done.  We do not have that today.  We have 535 politicians who are out to serve their own agenda, an agenda that seldom includes their own constituency and definitely does not serve the best needs of the country as a whole.   They all seem to have lost sight of the fact that they are in office to serve the people, as individuals, of the United States, and nothing else.

One thing getting older does for you, if you let it, you get to look back at all the people you’ve met and friends you’ve made.  I’ve done extremely well in both categories.  I remember in high school how all important it was to have friends, lots of friends.  It never occurred to me that having a couple of really good friends was really all I needed.  I was fortunate, however, I did have one really good friend.

David Young was my best friend from the sixth grade on.  He took me as I was and at times I was pretty messed up.  I never felt judged by him nor did I ever feel the need to explain myself.  When there was something fun to do, I was included in his plans.  He also introduced me to a couple of other older friends he had who I was able to develop a friendship with as well.  Dave was always that way.  Then in 1995 he found out he had a very rare form of cancer and the prognosis wasn’t at all good.  In May of 1997 he succumbed to the disease.  I tried to return all the favors he had done me by spending the last two weeks of his life at his bedside, I even stayed over at his house for a night.

Way back in 1970 I introduced Dave to the woman who would become his wife.  It is without a doubt one of my proudest moments.  They were the perfect couple and raised three children together.

I didn’t know until 1996 what his political affiliation was, such a thing never seemed important to either of us.  But one day when I was visiting him he suggested I accompany him to a Pat Buchanan rally in Exeter NH where Dave was living.  I’m a life-long Democrat but even so I could not say no to him and so I went.  It was a lot of fun and quite educational as well.

I miss Dave, a lot.  He was a really good man, a really good husband, a really good father, and an especially good friend.

I can honestly say I’ve been blessed with the friendship of hundreds of really good people.  Some of those who were friends way back when have re-entered my life thanks to Facebook.  If you want to know who some of them are, browse my Facebook page and you’ll find some of them there.

When I was young I was foolish, as I think we all are.  I took friendships for granted and never considered how much each meant.  I’ve changed that attitude and whenever I consider friends from my past, I am thankful for each of them.  They have made my life richer and better.  Each gave me something valuable that I could take with me through life.  I owe each a debt of gratitude.

I hope that by writing this someone may read it and it will cause them to reflect on their friendship, old and new, a consider the value of what they have and have had.

For the past five years I have worked in the Somerville, MA public school system as a substitute teacher.  Over the past year I have enjoyed two stints as a long-term sub, that is, substituting for the same teacher for a month or more at one time.  That experience, and others, has given me a view of how we educate our children.  It has given me a bit of a different outlook.

It presently vogue to call for education reform, but what does that mean?  Education by definition goes through constant reform.  As new ideas of how to educate children come to light schools systems employ them.  That seems to be a constant market force.

My experience, however, has brought to light something I consider much more pressing, parental responsibility.  Children necessarily look to their parents for guidance and to set an example for them.  Those children in school who struggle invariably seem to come from homes where parents shirk their parental responsibility and fail to set a good example for their children.  This plays out in two ways in the classroom.  The first, and most obvious, is the child’s behavior.  Children who misbehave have a home life many times that can best be described as chaotic.  The parents think these children can fend for themselves because both parents find it necessary to be in the workplace when their children are at home.  These are the latchkey children.

You have to understand that I deal entirely with children in grades 1 through 8.  Parents who cannot be home will have their children attend an after school program.  That is a good thing but these programs can go for as little as one hour, and on some days, not at all.  The child goes home to an empty apartment, and these are children as young as 8.  An otherwise well-behaved child is then subject to the mercy of other children who are not quite so well-behaved and pick up on their bad habits.  Where these children don’t have those bad habits challenged, they grow them and then bring them to school.  The child misbehaves in school and eventually the parents are called in.  Frequently the parent becomes defensive and unwilling to see their part in the dilemma, they shift their child’s behavior problem to the school.  Schools simply are not in the business of teaching children discipline, although to be certain, discipline can be learned there.  In even a small school, if on 10% of the children misbehave on a regular basis, that can overwhelm a system that is chronically short on money.

The second problem is that of parental academic responsibility.  That quite simply means that parents must oversee their children’s school work in every aspect and not just what the child brings home.  One of the most serious problems I have seen is where the parent does not speak English and therefore cannot help the child with anything that requires a command of that language.  The resolution to this problem is difficult as it requires resources most schools systems probably don’t have, specifically, the ability to assign a tutor to the child in academic need.  But more and more, municipalities are required to test all children without regard to their ability in English.  That means that a bright child can easily fail because he cannot grasp anything more than the easiest concepts in a particular subject.  A child’s ability to conceptualize is tantamount to his education.  Without it, failure is almost assured.

Schools are saddled by appearances.  That is, schools are labeled as failing if certain goals are not meant regardless of how unrealistic such a goal may be given the circumstances of the school.  There is pressure within the school system today to move all children along even when they are failing.  The best years to hold a child back is in the first and second grades.  Sometimes just allowing a child to mature a little more is enough.  But other times the child’s inability to comprehend a subject at his grade level comes into question.   If too many children are held back at one grade level, the fear is that the school will be seen as failing when it is really just being responsible.  I am a perfect example of that.  I repeated my junior year in high school.  Now I can lay claim to being a Harvard alumni.  We do our children no favors but pushing them along when the absolutely need to be held back.

This is another place where parents have to take responsibility.  Parents can live in reality which states that failure is inevitable or in a fantasy land that says our children are perfect.  A child’s failure should give the parent a place to focus his energy in helping the child, and not an opening to blame the school system for not properly educating his child, because the latter is seldom the case.

Finally, the school I work in exists in a working class community.  Its location within that community is physically in an area that is in the lowest income portion of the city.  The teachers who work there, however, are for the most part really good educators who are truly committed to their job.  They are not lacking in the ability or desire to perform at a high level.  They are, however, limited by the resources allotted them to help the children succeed at the highest level possible.  If there is reform to be had in education, it is in the way we perceive the learning process and our response to the systemic problems the current exist.

Over the past year I have watched a cable t.v. show named “The Universe.”  I really enjoyed it because it dealt with many complex ideas in a manner I could understand.  Always a plus!  There were shows on the stars, the galaxies, how the universe came into being (big bang theory), how the universe might end, etc.   These shows were thought-provoking to say the least.  And there we have it, thought-provoking.  So I did a lot of it, thinking that is.  I even bought a couple of books on quantum physics and the universe.

I have talked over some of my own theories with a guy who I consider to be extremely intelligent and seems to be versed somewhat in this area.  I truly suck in math.  I got through trigonometry and advanced algebra, but when I tried to calculus, I crashed and burned, horribly.  I bring that up because physics is heavily reliant upon math to prove its models.  From that the obvious question arises, how I can propose anything or take to task any widely held “truths” about physics if I don’t have the means to do so?  I use logic.

I have long believed that the idea that light was not the fastest thing in the universe and that you can go faster than the speed of light.  No, this was not to satisfy latent “Star Trek” desires because I have none of those.  I simply had a feeling.  Having feelings in science is a really good thing if you can offer proof.  I could not until recently.  That proof came from an Italian physicist who believes he has measured neutrinos going slightly faster than the speed of light.  Now, if he is proven correct then Einstein’s general and special theories of relatively take a hit.  Einstein stated categorically that nothing went faster than light.  That’s actually the easier of the ideas I’ve come up with and I fully expect that when other scientists have vetted the Italian physicist’s findings, they will confirm them.

My next offering is that physicists have done science a huge disservice by suggesting that at “the bottom” of a black hole exists a thing called “singularity.”  That simply means that the four accepted forces of nature, the strong force (nuclear), the weak force (gravity), electro-magnetism, and radiation will all suddenly disappear into one force, gravity.  Furthermore, it also suggests that time disappears.  My numerous problems with this come from these physicists stating that gravity, the weak force, will destroy all the other forces combining them into a single force. They also like the idea of a single force because most ascribe to the notion that just prior to the big bang there was only gravity which at the big bang mysteriously divided into the other three forces.  Now, here comes part 2, big bangers also state that within the first few moments of the universe’s existence it expanded almost instantaneously into a universe that was maybe a billion light years wide.  Anyone see the problem with that?  I do!  It would mean that the entire universe had to expand in those moments at a speed many times the speed of light.

All right then!  Scientists generally agree that the universe is approximately 13.7 billion years old.  I have no problem with that, they’re probably right.  But, here’s the next problem, the measure the universe as extending some 40 billion light years in any one direction, and up to 100 billion years in all directions.  Really?  Well, let’s go back to the speed of light, that barrier that nothing can exceed, and explain how anything can be more than 13.7 billion light years away.  You have to remember that a light year is the distance light will travel in one year.

Next we have the composition of light.  No one knows although scientists like to say light is a “wave” or a “photon”, one or the other.  Most scientists like to suggest that light has no mass but they really don’t know.  Well, let’s go back to our black hole.  These same scientists describe a black hole as something that not even light can escape.  Interesting!  I have a problem with that, not that light cannot escape, I think that true, but that light probably doesn’t have mass.  The problem is, the last time I looked gravity only affects things with mass.

There is even a further problem with our black hole.  If this singularity exists that means that when stuff hits the “event horizon” of a black hole, all the laws of physics are suspended and some new set of laws take over.  Why is that?  Einstein’s general law of relativity, defined by E=MC squared cannot be true.  Within that law is the law of conservation of energy.  That is, enery can be neither created nor destroyed.  It simply changes form.  From this all matter and energy exists.  But, and this is one huge but, the singularity of a black hole destroys energy/mass.

I have a general belief, man’s greatest shortcoming is his never ending devising of stories to fit the as yet unexplained.  For example, the Greeks created their gods of the heavens to give explanation to the rising of the sun, movement of the moon, what stars were.  They did it for pretty much everything else too.  We have journeyed past a geo-centric universe to a much better explained one now.  But, I have serious problems when scientists devise mathematical formulas to explain things.  For example, they state that 4+3=7 and that is the only explanation of 7 because they know exactly what 4 and 3 are.  They are not quite sure of 5 and 2 and still haven’t discovered 6 and 1.  They are using 4+3 to explain everything past the event horizon of black hole, and many other as yet unexplaned phenomena.  I take issue with that.  I would much rather hear them say, “we really don’t know and we can only guess at the answer.”

It is a beautifully clear windy day today in Cambridge.  It’s going to make the Patriots game interesting as the ball may make some unexpected moves.

My wife and I were returning home from a trip to Barnes and Noble.  As we reached the top of the hill on route 2 you can clearly see Boston.  There, in the direction of the old Boston Edison smoke stacks, was a large wind turbine that I had  not noticed before.  I remarked to my wife how such things are going to be an integral part of our future.

New England is hard pressed for renewable energy sources outside of the wind.  Our rivers are not conducive to building hydro-electric dams on them and we have zero capability for any geo-thermal generation.

In the 1930s the U.S. did a great job of harnessing our rivers for the production of electricity.  I’m certain we still have the ability to expand in that category.  But we also have the ability to expand in the geo-thermal category to a far greater extent that we do now.   In the states of Alaska, Hawaii, Washington, Oregon, California, and Wyoming there are huge pools of untapped geo-thermal energy.  Creating energy from such a source requires the existence of magma close to the surface of the earth and a large water source.  Only in Hawaii is the water source most problematic.  Conversely, Wyoming may have the greatest potential of any state.  Yellowstone National Park is the site of the largest caldera in the world.  Some scientists refer to it as a super volcano.

The challenge in Wyoming comes down to two basic things, its remoteness and the building of a generating plant in a protected wilderness along with the necessary transmission lines.  Each of these can be overcome with a combination of inventiveness and the public’s willingness to accept that we need such solutions now.

The best example of the use  of geo-thermal energy is in Iceland.  Iceland is a natural with its many volcanoes and large glaciers.  But it must be remembered that initially Iceland had to make a large commitment to  building such facilities.  Today, 100% of Iceland’s electricity is generated by geothermal sources.  The next three largest, in order, are the Philippines, Guatemala, Costa Rica, and Mexico.

It is time the government and people of the U.S. accept the fact that using oil, gas, and coal for the generation of electricity needs to be on the decline.  From a purely pragmatic point of view, it only makes sense that our future demands for electricity come from water, wind, heat, and solar radiation.  All are things that require no transportation and very little, if any, transformation into usable sources.