Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

  "The Times recently reported on a well-established finding that still surprises many Americans when they hear about it: although we still see ourselves as the land of opportunity, we actually have less intergenerational economic mobility than other advanced nations. That is, the chances that someone born into a low-income family will end up with high income, or vice versa, are significantly lower here than in Canada or Europe." 

Personally, I have noticed how children of my economic class and of those following have not fared as well as my generation. I see brakes being applied to the middle class and individuals falling and not recovering.

Train to Nowhere

She felt so alone sitting on this train
on her way to what was suppose to be
a better life but ended up to be worse than
the one she already has.
She stared out the window thinking of what
was ahead of her in this new land she
is going to with no one else she knows
All alone she most travel to a place where
she knows no one and she's lost and confused
just looking for something anything to change
her from the loner and non go getter.
she was always know for being alone and having
no one to love her or care what happened to her

Lovely Kayla Bear

STOP FOR A MOMENT UNDER THE STREETLIGHT

“When you leave, stop for a moment, under the street light, 
I’ll watch, standing in the dark, from the window, 
I want to see you in half shadow, 
I want to remember you incomplete.” 
His voice is hoarse. 

“When will I see you again? ” 
I whisper to him. 

He doesn’t answer, 
He squeezes me hard around the waist. 

“Will I ever see you again? ” 
I whisper into the empty space between us. 

“Of course you’ll see me again, 
Lovers always meet again somewhere, 
you’ll see.” 
His voice barely audible, 

“Don’t tell me fairy tales, ” 
My voice a bit stronger now, 
Echoing the hollowness of an emptying world. 

“Don’t forget to stand under the street light, ” 
He repeats 

I can hear him holding his breath 
as I rush out the door, 
down the street, and into the somber night. 

“Don’t tell me fairy tales, ” 
I repeat 

I stand under the street light 
I turn my head. 
I see a shadow of a memory 
Enclosed within a dark, oblong frame. 

I pass couples embracing, 
without shadows, 
hiding in the dark. 

While walking under the trees, 
A vast loneliness surrounds me, 
I rush by the street lights of my life, never stopping, 
not wanting to remember being incomplete.
Sydnee Elliot

Think Like a Physicst (Applying Maths to Physics)

http://www4.ncsu.edu/unity/lockers/users/f/felder/public/kenny/papeMaths and Physicsrs/physicist.html

American Exceptionalism

I would be proud and grateful to live in a country where the poor, the sickly and the slow-minded  are treated like human beings. 


A place where sickness is treated, hunger is satisfied and if not love, at least respect is shown and opportunity is possible.

What kind of country do we have? The United States of America (I love to say our country’s name in full) ranks 175 out of 222 in the world in infant mortality. Ranking one would be very bad and 222 would be the best.

The United States of America ranks 6th in the world in adult obesity.


The United States of America ranks 50th in the world in life expectancy at birth.

The United States of America ranks 25th in the world for 15 year olds in mathematics.

The United States of America ranks 17th in the world for 15 year olds in science.

The United States of America ranks 14th in the world for 15 year olds in reading.

The United States of America ranks 8th in the world in research and development.

The United States of America ranks 12th in the world in the percentage of people who say they are thriving.

The United States of America ranks 14th in the world in teenage suicides.

The United States of America ranks 197th in the world in its current account balance.

To answer the question posed above, what kind of country do we have?

Not the best but not the worst.  A sort of mediocre standing.


Does this surprise you?


(If so, why does it surprise you, could it be it is because you are closed minded? or, more likely, live in a dream? )

My First Boss, He's Gone Now...

My first boss, he is gone now but I am still there. My old friend Martin said he had a dream... I took them both up on it in 1953 and am still laboring in the idealistic garden of what could be. I won't go until they carry me off the job.