The dark mutterings of a former mild-mannered reporter for a large metropolitan daily newspaper, now living in obscurity in central Indiana.
Friday, March 15, 2019
Feeling out of sorts
I'm still fighting the second - and worst - cold of the season and it's a nasty tenacious mofo.
I've been hacking and wheezing for more than two weeks and, of course, Maria caught it from me and is suffering too.
We've both been taking Mucinex and elderberry syrup and Maria is now on heavy-duty antibiotics trying to walk the delicate line between pneumonia/bronchitis and C-Diff. She tells me most of the people she sees on a daily basis have this or a similar bug, so our misery has lots of company.
The temperature got up to 72 yesterday - the warmest so far this year - but a rainy cold front has the temperatures back down to the mid-30s today. The Groundhog's prediction notwithstanding, this will be a late spring. (The Vernal Equinox is about 5:20 p.m. next Wednesday.)
They're back!
The turkey vultures are back, soaring through March Indiana skies, as they have for millennia.
I saw the first of them on March 8, which has been the return date for these harbingers of spring for as long as we've lived in our Thorntown house. They typically return to Indiana a few days before the Vernal Equinox – some returning to longtime roosts and others stopping in transit to roosts farther north.
Gazing out my office window on this chilly windy afternoon, I can see a couple of them soaring lazy circles over the houses a block to the west.
The turkey vulture is second in size only to condors and eagles in the ranking of North America's birds and is a common sight in Indiana.
Neil Sabine, associate professor of biology at Indiana University East at Richmond, has been studying turkey vultures since the mid-1990s. He's trapped more than 200 birds and marked them and collaborated with the U.S. Air Force on a study on turkey vulture strikes on jet aircraft.
Turkey vultures don’t kill anything. They won’t touch anything that isn’t dead. Besides that, they will pass on dead carnivores like dogs, cats and coyotes, preferring to dine on dead herbivores like sheep, goats and cattle.
The Cherokees called the turkey vulture the “peace eagle” because it soars like the predatory bird, but does not kill.
They are about 25 inches from end to end with a six-foot wingspan. The average adult turkey vulture weighs in at 6 pounds.
The annual return of turkey vultures to Indiana, Sabine said, is temperature-dependent.
“If we have a hard winter they'll stay south longer,” he said. “This year we had a colder winter so the birds will come late because they move based on availability of food.”
If their food sources are frozen, they can't, get at the interior of a dead animal because they have weak bills. They need a food source that is soft and available to them, he explained.
After wintering in South or Central America, they return to northern nesting areas in two waves – transitory birds that may stop over in Indiana for perhaps two or three weeks before moving on – and permanent residents that will nest and remain in one particular area throughout the warm weather months, leaving as winter approaches in November or December.
“Some resident turkey vultures will stay all winter and go just far enough south where warmer weather is accessible, just kind of shifting with the weather,” Sabine said.
“Others will go all the way across the Caribbean to South America. Most of the birds we're seeing are from southern Mexico. The turkey vulture has the largest distribution of any bird in the world,” he said, noting that the birds are still expanding their range northward, moving into Canada.
In connection with the Air Force study, Sabine said turkey vultures can attain an altitude of nearly 1,000 feet if thermal updrafts are sufficient.
Bill Kohlmoos, president of the Turkey Vulture Society, wrote on his web site (turkeyvulturesociety.wordpress.com) that they have a rich social life, like to play aerial tag, and will invite other roosts to join them if they find a particularly large meal.
In California, he said, they’ve even been known to tell condors about major feasts and guide them to the scene.
“One lady wrote us that she has built a small wooden tower-like feeder in her back yard and puts out food for her friends each day. One day she noticed that after eating their breakfast, the vultures had gone down to the lawn in her yard and six of them were in a circle around a soccer-size ball left on the lawn by her grandchildren. The vultures were hitting the ball back and forth to each other by butting it with their head and beak. Each day thereafter they played this game. And although there were four balls of different colors, they always picked the orange one.”
He also learned that turkey vultures are affectionate and often make good pets. “When a bird is injured and taken into rehab he will become emotionally attached to his handler and follow him around and watch him, much like a pet dog. They love to bring an object to a person and then play tug-of-war.”
“A lady in Southern California wrote that she and her husband would drive their car five miles from town and take a daily walk in the country with their dog. A turkey vulture would join them, soaring above and watching them. And then one day at home she broke a leg and the walks were not possible for a while. One day she was in her back yard on crutches and there was her turkey vulture sitting on the fence, waiting to say hello. He had found her in a town of 12,000 people!”
Turkey vultures are covered by an international migratory bird treaty that makes it a federal crime to kill or injure them or to possess one without the appropriate permit as a wildlife rehabilitator.
I saw the first of them on March 8, which has been the return date for these harbingers of spring for as long as we've lived in our Thorntown house. They typically return to Indiana a few days before the Vernal Equinox – some returning to longtime roosts and others stopping in transit to roosts farther north.
Gazing out my office window on this chilly windy afternoon, I can see a couple of them soaring lazy circles over the houses a block to the west.
The turkey vulture is second in size only to condors and eagles in the ranking of North America's birds and is a common sight in Indiana.
Neil Sabine, associate professor of biology at Indiana University East at Richmond, has been studying turkey vultures since the mid-1990s. He's trapped more than 200 birds and marked them and collaborated with the U.S. Air Force on a study on turkey vulture strikes on jet aircraft.
Turkey vultures don’t kill anything. They won’t touch anything that isn’t dead. Besides that, they will pass on dead carnivores like dogs, cats and coyotes, preferring to dine on dead herbivores like sheep, goats and cattle.
The Cherokees called the turkey vulture the “peace eagle” because it soars like the predatory bird, but does not kill.
They are about 25 inches from end to end with a six-foot wingspan. The average adult turkey vulture weighs in at 6 pounds.
The annual return of turkey vultures to Indiana, Sabine said, is temperature-dependent.
“If we have a hard winter they'll stay south longer,” he said. “This year we had a colder winter so the birds will come late because they move based on availability of food.”
If their food sources are frozen, they can't, get at the interior of a dead animal because they have weak bills. They need a food source that is soft and available to them, he explained.
After wintering in South or Central America, they return to northern nesting areas in two waves – transitory birds that may stop over in Indiana for perhaps two or three weeks before moving on – and permanent residents that will nest and remain in one particular area throughout the warm weather months, leaving as winter approaches in November or December.
“Some resident turkey vultures will stay all winter and go just far enough south where warmer weather is accessible, just kind of shifting with the weather,” Sabine said.
“Others will go all the way across the Caribbean to South America. Most of the birds we're seeing are from southern Mexico. The turkey vulture has the largest distribution of any bird in the world,” he said, noting that the birds are still expanding their range northward, moving into Canada.
In connection with the Air Force study, Sabine said turkey vultures can attain an altitude of nearly 1,000 feet if thermal updrafts are sufficient.
Bill Kohlmoos, president of the Turkey Vulture Society, wrote on his web site (turkeyvulturesociety.wordpress.com) that they have a rich social life, like to play aerial tag, and will invite other roosts to join them if they find a particularly large meal.
In California, he said, they’ve even been known to tell condors about major feasts and guide them to the scene.
“One lady wrote us that she has built a small wooden tower-like feeder in her back yard and puts out food for her friends each day. One day she noticed that after eating their breakfast, the vultures had gone down to the lawn in her yard and six of them were in a circle around a soccer-size ball left on the lawn by her grandchildren. The vultures were hitting the ball back and forth to each other by butting it with their head and beak. Each day thereafter they played this game. And although there were four balls of different colors, they always picked the orange one.”
He also learned that turkey vultures are affectionate and often make good pets. “When a bird is injured and taken into rehab he will become emotionally attached to his handler and follow him around and watch him, much like a pet dog. They love to bring an object to a person and then play tug-of-war.”
“A lady in Southern California wrote that she and her husband would drive their car five miles from town and take a daily walk in the country with their dog. A turkey vulture would join them, soaring above and watching them. And then one day at home she broke a leg and the walks were not possible for a while. One day she was in her back yard on crutches and there was her turkey vulture sitting on the fence, waiting to say hello. He had found her in a town of 12,000 people!”
Turkey vultures are covered by an international migratory bird treaty that makes it a federal crime to kill or injure them or to possess one without the appropriate permit as a wildlife rehabilitator.
Thursday, February 14, 2019
Godspeed, Andy Clark
Indianapolis BMW Club member Andy Clark died yesterday morning in a fire at his home on the southwestside of Indianapolis.
Details are sketchy as the local news media doesn't seem to be very interested in the case. I've asked an old colleague of mine from The Indianapolis News days, who has lots of firefighting contacts, to see what he can turn up.
Andy had a brush with death nearly four years ago when he was injured in a motorcycle accident on U.S. 67, north of Spencer on April 4, 2015 as he was returning home.
He was critically injured when he was hit in the head by a spare tire that flew off of an oncoming horse trailer.
He was flown by LifeLine helicopter to Eskenanzi Hospital in Indianapolis with a head injury and breathing problems. His daughter Piper was taken to Bloomington Hospital to be checked out due to knee pain and swelling. She was released to her grandparents.
Jonathon Fishburn and his passenger, Angela, narrowly missed being hit by the same tire.
Doctors worked to reduce the swelling on his brain and to clear his lungs. As of 3:30 a.m. the next day, Andy had started to come out of a coma.
He spent several months in the hospital and rehabilitation but eventually recovered and returned to motorcycling.
Tuesday, February 12, 2019
Who knew?
I take about a dozen pills during the course of an average day and swallowing them easily without choking is a problem sometimes.
Water doesn't work so well for me, so I tried milk and then kefir.
Then I tried tomato juice and discovered the pills go down easily and don't try to come back up.
I shared this discovery with my son Steve last week and he got good results with tomato juice and with V-8. He shared it with his doctor who said he'd pass it on.
Water doesn't work so well for me, so I tried milk and then kefir.
Then I tried tomato juice and discovered the pills go down easily and don't try to come back up.
I shared this discovery with my son Steve last week and he got good results with tomato juice and with V-8. He shared it with his doctor who said he'd pass it on.
Where I was last week
I got home Friday night from a delightful 7-day visit with Steve, Nicky and Lisa in Las Vegas.
They picked up the tab, including airfare, as a Christmas present to me and I'm deeply grateful.
Unfortunately, the weather was against us and it was warmer in Thorntown most of the week than it was in Vegas. Nevertheless, it was great fun.
One of the highlights of the visit was the Penn & Teller Show at the Rio Casino. Penn Jillette and Steve are friends. Penn is a pretty good jazz bass player and has taken a few lessons from Steve to improve his technique. He and a brilliant pianist named Mike Jones played the "show before the show."
Penn and Teller did a meet and greet in the lobby outside the theatre, which is where we shot this selfie.
Monday, January 28, 2019
46 years ago
I've made several scans of the Rolling Stones photos I shot on July 12, 1972 at the Indiana Convention Center, but never gave much attention to the handful of images I shot of the opening act - Stevie Wonder.
Here are a couple of the best shots.
Tuesday, January 22, 2019
CS6 Master Collection for $99
I lost Photoshop when the Dell folks had to wipe my hard drive late last year. I've been limping along with Affinity, wishing I could afford a new copy of Photoshop.
Then, last night I saw an ad on Facebook for the Adobe Creative Suite 6 Master Collection, on sale for $99 instead of the regular $499.
Out came the credit card and now I have the latest version of Photoshop, Acrobat, Illustrator, and a bunch of other programs that I know nothing about.
Woo-freaking-hoo!
Saturday, January 19, 2019
Back on the treadmill
I'm back in the gym, thanks for Humana Medicare Advantage and the Silver Sneakers program that gets me a free membership in the local YMCA.
I did 2 miles on the treadmill on Wednesday and would have done more after that if weather and freelance writing hadn't gotten in the way. Now we're in the middle of a winter storm with rain, freezing rain and snow that will curtail my travel for another day or two.
But it feels good to be in motion again.
Back on its track
This pocket door has been off its track and unusable for decades.
It was that way when we bought this house in 2000 and probably long before than because we found coal dust in and around the track from which it hangs. I tried to put it back on its track when we bought the house, but quit when I realized it would mean tearing into the woodwork - something I was not prepared to do.
Austin said fixing it has been his dream since we first moved in back in the spring of 2001 and he's fulfilling his dream. He tore off the woodwork on the other side of the door the other evening and figured out how to get the door back on its track, lubricating it with a dry lubricant made by the WD-40 folks.
The door dates from the original construction of the house in 1903 and separates the parlor from the dining room.
I cleaned off the dust and cobwebs this afternoon and went over it with a furniture cleaner/moisturizer bringing out some of the hidden beauty of his heavy oak door.
Excuse the hideous purple paint. That's what happens when renters are left to paint over wallpaper without asking the landlord.
Sunday, January 06, 2019
Magazine pages for wallpaper
Our upstairs bathroom remodel is proceeding apace. We spent the last couple of evenings removing multiple layers of wallpaper and paint. Maria said the woman we bought the house from back in 2000 told her that many years ago she used magazine pages for wallpaper and here is an example that probably hasn't seen the light of day since the 1950s or earlier.
The walls are an odd mixture of plaster and drywall.
A journey of 1,000 miles...
I took the first step on my journey to fitness this afternoon.
The main reason why I signed up with Humana for their Medicare Advantage program was for the Silver Sneakers benefit that gets me free membership in the local YMCA.
I signed up at the Y last week and did my first treadmill mile this afternoon. I have an appointment with a trainer Wednesday morning to get checked out on the equipment and presumably to get a structured workout program.
Monday, December 31, 2018
Two steps forward, one step back
Our favorite plumber hooked up the new sink this morning but, of course, there was a snag.
The drain is clogged. He doesn't do clogs, ever since one went wrong and cost him six hours of free labor to fix.
So I have a clog specialist coming from Carmel on Wednesday - $93 or it's free.
Sunday, December 30, 2018
Better than last year, but still pathetic
It's time to tally my BMW motorcycle mileage for the year. It's depressing, but not as depressing as 2017.
I rode the K1200GT a modest 520 miles and the K75S at least 290. I say at least because the speedo and odometer are wonky and didn't log several of the miles ridden. That gives me a total of <810 miles, which is 5.6 times more than the record low 114 miles I logged in 2017.
Once again, it was cash flow and other time commitments that kept the bikes in the shed. If we could sell or have full occupancy of our commercial building in Arkansas, this would be transformed overnight, but there has been no movement on that front and the utilities and insurance and taxes continue to eat into our disposable income.
Friday, December 28, 2018
Getting unstuck
Morgan and her fiance Edgar and Austin pitched in to help us remodel the upstairs bathroom - a major step in getting our house back in shape.
The lack of a functioning sink in the upstairs bathroom has been a factor in our not being able to move our bed out of the dining room and into an upstairs bedroom. Yes, we've been sleeping in the dining room since we moved back to Thorntown in August, 2017.
We remodeled the downstairs half-bath as soon as we moved back, putting in a new waterproof faux wood floor, vanity and sink, shower stall and stacked Samsung washer and dryer. We bought enough of the waterproof flooring to do the upstairs bathroom and that's what happened last week. The new vanity is in place and we're waiting for a plumber to hook up the sink. He was supposed to come yesterday morning, but his mother-in-law is at death's door and he needs to support his wife and her family. We can wait. We've waited more than a year already. What's a few more days?
Our upstairs bedroom still needs some final plaster skim coating, paint, and crown molding and then we can move the bed in and get the rest of our dining room furniture out of storage and start using the house as it was supposed to be used.
Friday, December 14, 2018
Afflicting the wrong people?
I've been a working journalist off and on since the autumn of 1966 and always strove to be objective and free of bias.
I took pride in the notion that our job is to afflict the comfortable and comfort the afflicted.
But I heard that credo picked apart on the radio this afternoon and came to the disturbing realization that it implies a bias to always champion the underdog. It suggests that the underdog is always right and the successful/comfortable are always wrong. The more you think about it, the more glaringly liberal and intentionally subversive it becomes.
What if the little guy is a fledgling Hitler or Stalin or Mao? Are they automatically entitled to better treatment in the press than the Pope or a Franklin Roosevelt or a Harry Truman? Does success always equate to corruption? I think not.
The more I chew on it, the clearer it becomes to me that a lot of us have mistakenly believed our job is to disrupt the social order just for the sake of doing it.
How depressing.
I took pride in the notion that our job is to afflict the comfortable and comfort the afflicted.
But I heard that credo picked apart on the radio this afternoon and came to the disturbing realization that it implies a bias to always champion the underdog. It suggests that the underdog is always right and the successful/comfortable are always wrong. The more you think about it, the more glaringly liberal and intentionally subversive it becomes.
What if the little guy is a fledgling Hitler or Stalin or Mao? Are they automatically entitled to better treatment in the press than the Pope or a Franklin Roosevelt or a Harry Truman? Does success always equate to corruption? I think not.
The more I chew on it, the clearer it becomes to me that a lot of us have mistakenly believed our job is to disrupt the social order just for the sake of doing it.
How depressing.
Tuesday, December 11, 2018
Still at it
I just did a mental inventory of my contemporaries from the old Indianapolis News and came to the conclusion that I am the only one still writing for a newspaper on a regular basis.
It certainly wasn't by design. When I took early retirement from The Indianapolis Star in October of 2000, I figured I was done with newspapers.
But then I married a newspaperwoman 19 years my junior who dragged me out of retirement to write and shoot photos for the Crawfordsville Journal Review, the Jonesboro (Ark.) Sun and more recently the Lebanon Reporter.
I can't complain because I've been able to play newspaper and see my byline in print on a regular basis, but pretty much on my own terms.
Who knew that the callow youth shown here around 1967 would still be an active journalist 51 years later?
Here's my Thorntown Community Christmas Party package on the front page of today's Reporter.
Wednesday, December 05, 2018
Finally being occupied after 16 months
Sixteen months after we closed on our former home in Arkansas, it appears the buyers are finally moving in.
Former neighbors reported the new owners did some remodeling, including extending the master bedroom and bath about 10 feet into the back yard.
I was beginning to think they never planned to live in it, but just wanted to flip it.
Tuesday, December 04, 2018
My day
I wrote three stories yesterday - two that made it onto the front page of today's paper and the other destined for tomorrow or beyond - so I decided to devote today to loose ends around the house.
One of the loose ends involved driving into Lebanon to buy an air filter at Menards for the Honeywell air purifier I got from the Vine Program a few months ago.
I stopped at the bank and the post office and about 3 miles east of town I was startled to see the sun roof on my Lexus opening. I struggled with the controls and found that I could get it closed, but only temporarily.
It kept re-opening at random intervals - not a good thing when it could snow or rain at any moment. I called Tom Wood Lexus in Carmel and they said they would be waiting for me.
I got there at 1:10 p.m. and was greeted and seated in the comfortable waiting room. I told service writer Brett Sullivan about my problem and also asked if it would be possible to replace the 2 burned out high beam headlight bulbs.
Two hours later, I was on my way home. They fed me coffee and a free turkey and cheese sandwich from their snack bar, and charged me $104.01 for bulbs and labor, but nothing for reprogramming the computer.
Considering that I didn't have an appointment, I am absolutely gob smacked at how well I was treated. I think I'll be back.
But I never did get to Menards.
Friday, November 30, 2018
Medicare Advantage coverage
I've been living without any enhancement to my basic Medicare insurance for the past eight years or so.
We've managed without too much financial stress until this year when I got hit with incidental surgery center expenses from the previous year's cataract lens replacement and an insanely expensive trip to the ER and an overnight hospital stay when we mistook faintness from dehydration for a heart attack.
Also, I've become keenly aware that I'm losing strength due to lack of exercise and, yes I admit it, aging. I want to join the local YMCA to exercise and regain strength and fitness, but the cost is more than I want to take on. They do, however, give free memberships to folks whose insurance includes the Silver Sneakers fitness coverage.
So, mindful that the enrollment period for Medicare Supplement or Medicare Advantage insurance is looming - Dec. 7 - I've been under self-inflicted pressure to sign up for whatever reasonably inexpensive program will get me Silver Sneakers coverage.
I called the county senior services office yesterday to see if they could help me choose a plan, but they're booked solid through the deadline date.
"How hard can this be?" I asked myself. Surely there's help online.
Yes, there is, and it led me to sign up for Humana Gold HMO Medicare Advantage coverage with will actually save me money because it will cover my medications that I've been paying $29 a month to cover with Cigna. And I get dental and optical insurance included. All at no cost. How they make money doing this is puzzling, but it gets me to the gym for free, so what the hell?
I must have been really worried about this because I have an immense feeling of relief at having dealt with it.
Look for me at the Y after Jan. 1.
We've managed without too much financial stress until this year when I got hit with incidental surgery center expenses from the previous year's cataract lens replacement and an insanely expensive trip to the ER and an overnight hospital stay when we mistook faintness from dehydration for a heart attack.
Also, I've become keenly aware that I'm losing strength due to lack of exercise and, yes I admit it, aging. I want to join the local YMCA to exercise and regain strength and fitness, but the cost is more than I want to take on. They do, however, give free memberships to folks whose insurance includes the Silver Sneakers fitness coverage.
So, mindful that the enrollment period for Medicare Supplement or Medicare Advantage insurance is looming - Dec. 7 - I've been under self-inflicted pressure to sign up for whatever reasonably inexpensive program will get me Silver Sneakers coverage.
I called the county senior services office yesterday to see if they could help me choose a plan, but they're booked solid through the deadline date.
"How hard can this be?" I asked myself. Surely there's help online.
Yes, there is, and it led me to sign up for Humana Gold HMO Medicare Advantage coverage with will actually save me money because it will cover my medications that I've been paying $29 a month to cover with Cigna. And I get dental and optical insurance included. All at no cost. How they make money doing this is puzzling, but it gets me to the gym for free, so what the hell?
I must have been really worried about this because I have an immense feeling of relief at having dealt with it.
Look for me at the Y after Jan. 1.
Monday, November 26, 2018
Musta shrunk
Unpacking boxes from our move back to Indiana the other day, I found my old Delphi High School letter jacket.
And I got a rude surprise when I put it on. Once I threaded my arms through the tattered taffeta sleeve lining, I was shocked to see just how much it has shrunk in the 55 years since it was my go-to winter jacket.
So much for fantasies about wearing it to my 60th anniversary reunion in five years.
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