Francis X Archibald

The Maltese Falcon

2012-01-31T21:25:00.000-05:00

Came across this blog about one of my all-time favorite films: The Maltese Falcon. The last sentence says all that need be said: Nobody will ever make a better Sam Spade than Humphrey Bogart.

01.27.12

Guest blogger Angela Petteys
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When you have more than one screen adaptation of a novel, usually one is more faithful to the book than the other. However, in the case of Dashiell Hammett's The Maltese Falcon, it has two pretty accurate translations. The first version, released in 1931, stars Ricardo Cortez as detective Sam Spade, Bebe Daniels, and Thelma Todd, and it does a pretty good job of sticking to the source material. However, director John Huston's 1941 film, with Humphrey Bogart, Mary Astor, and Sydney Greenstreet, is an even more accurate representation. It doesn’t stick to the novel exactly, but most of the dialogue is taken verbatim and the key story elements are kept intact. (Editor's Note: There was also a very loose 1936 adaptation, with Warren William and Bette Davis, entitled Satan Met a Lady.)
Most of the differences are pretty subtle and probably were changed for the sake of pacing. For example, in the 1941 movie Sam finds out about the arrival of the boat La Paloma after he wakes up in Kasper (“The Fat Man”) Gutman’s hotel room and starts looking around the room. It’s a much more drawn out process in the book. In the book, Sam finds out Brigid O’Shaughnessy didn’t go to his secretary Effie’s apartment like she was supposed to. Instead, she had the cab stop to get a newspaper, then she asked to be brought to the ferry building. So Sam gets a copy of the paper in question to look for clues, but doesn’t figure it out until he starts snooping around Joel Cairo’s room and notices that the newspaper section with ship arrivals was of particular interest to him. Although there’s nothing wrong with the way that part plays out as written by Hammett, if it were filmed that way, it would have slowed the picture down. Another difference is that the character of Gutman’s daughter is completely absent from the Bogart movie (as well as from the Ricardo Cortez version, for that matter), but she wasn’t exactly a vital character in the book.
A lot of the other changes were definitely made because of Hollywood’s production codes. What’s interesting about that content is that neither the 1931 nor the 1941 version gets it exactly right. The 1931 film tends to be a bit more scandalous than the book was, but it does include things that were in the book that couldn’t be included in the 1941 remake. There’s no way director Huston could have gotten away with the scene where Spade strip searches O’Shaughnessy after noticing that $1,000 of the $10,000 Gutman promised him was missing, but it was in the 1931 version. The 1941 movie also really had to downplay the fact that Cairo and Wilmer were both supposed to be gay, whereas the earlier adaptation made that fact much clearer. In the book, when O’Shaughnessy finds out that Sam has been talking to Cairo--who is prepared to pay more money than she can-- she offers to sleep with him and proceeds to spend the night at Sam’s apartment. When it comes to that part in the 1941 version, Brigid can’t offer herself to Spade or spend the night, so Sam just kisses her instead. As for Spade’s affair with Iva Archer, his partner Miles’s widow, the 1941 movie actually depicts what went on more accurately than the 1931 version. The first film made that affair more salacious than the book described. First of all, the book made Iva Archer out to be a little past her prime, which Thelma Todd most certainly was not. There also weren’t any scenes involving Iva showing up at Sam’s apartment and finding Brigid wearing her kimono, nor were there any of Miles listening on the extension while Sam and Iva set up a tryst.
I really enjoyed reading The Maltese Falcon, and I think anyone who likes either movie version would, too. Like I said, what you see in the two screen adaptations is pretty much what you get in the novel. And since it’s not a terribly long book, either, I definitely recommend reading it. As for which movie I prefer, I think it goes without saying that the Humphrey Bogart version wins hands down. The Ricardo Cortez version is good, but it doesn’t have the flawless cast and direction that the later one did. I always loved the cast of the 1941 film, but while I was reading the book and got to read exactly how each character was described, I feel like that version had some of the most perfect casting of all time. Nobody will ever make a better Sam Spade than Humphrey Bogart.
Angela runs the blog The Hollywood Revue and is a classic film enthusiast from Detroit. To keep up with the latest from The Hollywood Revue, please join her on Facebook.

Selecting a candidate

2012-01-19T16:05:00.000-05:00

I am sorry we won't have a chance to vote for Vermin Supreme in South Carolina's Republican primary on Saturday, nor later in the year. He was on the ballot apparently only in New Hampshire. He campaigned on such issues as "mandatory tooth-brushing, zombie preparedness, and federal funding of time travel research so he can 'kill Hitler with my bare hands.'" He also was going "to give free ponies to all Americans." Considering all the inane political rhetoric we are exposed to in this primary season, Vermin's platform has some appeal. Oh, by the way, did I mention he is a Democrat?

Wikipedia to go black; death of a comedian

2012-01-17T11:47:00.000-05:00

"Wikipedia, the popular community-edited online encyclopedia, will black out its English-language site for 24 hours to seek support against proposed US anti-piracy legislation that Wikipedia founder Jimmy Wales said threatens the future of the internet.
"The service will be the highest profile name to join a growing campaign starting at midnight Eastern Time on Wednesday that will see it black out its page so that visitors will only see information about the controversial Stop Online Piracy Act (SOPA) and the Protect Intellectual Property Act (PIPA).
"The information will urge Wikipedia readers in the US to contact their local congressman to vote against the bills. Other smaller sites leading the campaign include Reddit.com and Cheezeburger.
" 'This is a quite clumsily drafted legislation which is dangerous for an open internet,' said Wales in an interview." (Source: Aljazeera.com website, 1/17/2012)

In a nutshell this is the issue: If a website publishes intellectual property, be a movie or a song or something similar, without permission, the website would be forced off the air, even if the publication was incidental and unintended. If you did a search on Google, for example, and it turned up this second website that contained the unauthorized material, Google could be closed down. The present procedure is to send notice to the offending website and have them remove the property in question. If they fail to do so other legal remedies are available to the rightful owners. Hollywood and other backers of the proposed legislation say the SOPA and PIPA legislation is essential to protecting their investments against intellectual piracy, which is a problem centered mainly outside the United States. Critics say the legislation goes too far and, as Wales put it, "threatens the future of the internet."

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In a new book Thirty-Nine Years of Short-Term Memory Loss: The Early Days of SNL from Someone Who Was There, by Tom Davis the author recounts how entertainers and artists of all types tried desperately to get on the Johnny Carson show. In the 70s, an appearance on Carson was the key to success and good fortune. It opened doors everywhere for a performer. One comedian, Davis recounts, had a tryout and used his best material and gave it everything he had. He was rejected by the talent director and staff. Ten days later he jumped off the roof of a hotel and landed in the parking lot of the Comedy Club in Hollywood. He had note in his pocket with his name on it and three words: "I was a comedian." (Source: delanceyplace.com, website, 1/17/2012)

(Complete blog is here.)

The Good (?) Old Days

2012-01-12T08:50:00.002-05:00

"A performer called 'The Human Fish' ate a banana, played a trombone, and read a newspaper while submerged in a tank of water." This is one example of the vaudeville entertainment that traveled around the country from about 1880 to 1930. This and other tidbits of that bygone era are highlighted for our attention in a recent book: American Rose: A Nation Laid Bare: The Life and Times of Gypsy Rose Lee by Karen Abbott (Random House.)

For almost five decades vaudevillians traveled the United States and Canada and sang, juggled, told jokes, acted out skits, swallowed swords and belched fire to thrill and entertain. They hung on in the face of silent movies, sometimes appearing on stage before a movie. When talkies came in it was the beginning of the end of "The Human Fish" and other weird acts: an old dowager, Lady Alice, kept audiences gaping as she performed with rats. One of them sat on her head blowing a kazoo while others paraded across her arms. Lady Alice's long kept secret: a trail of Cream of Wheat slathered on her neck and shoulders.

Movies won out until the late 1940's when television was in its infancy and for a few years the vaudevillians were back. The respite was (mercifully) brief and they did not survive.

I am indebted to delanceyplace.com for some of this information.

(Complete blog here.)

Marsh Walk

2012-01-10T12:37:00.001-05:00

(Click photo to enlarge)
I sat on the concrete bench provided and looked across the marsh bathing in the sun that flitted in and out behind wisps of clouds. The quiet beauty of the scene made the walk worthwhile and the memory would stay with me on the return walk to Franke at Seaside.
The Mt. Pleasant Waterworks has created the Marsh Walk just beyond the dog run behind their headquarters and plant on Rifle Range Road. It took about 40 minutes to walk to the scene but with the temperature about 65 degrees it was pleasant. (You can drive to this same area and park only a couple of minutes from the walking path.)
Along the path are numerous large oak trees. How long they have been there is anyone’s guess. Some hang over the trail and combine to block out the sun. Perhaps later in the day when the sun is higher in the sky it may break through the overhanging growth. Part of the walk is asphalted for convenience but it ends a hundred yards or so from the marsh. When I visited last year we could walk out into the marsh, but now there are small signs “ No humans beyond this point.” This is understandable and does not detract from the joy of the trip. At this point on the walk the view is gorgeous and celebrates the magic of the Creator. Sitting there for a few moments in silent contemplation renews the soul. I recommend this, at least once a year!
(The complete blog is here,)

Why do we laugh?

2011-12-17T09:49:00.001-05:00

A man and a woman who have never met before find themselves sharing a sleeping car on an overnight train. After some initial embarrassment, they both go to sleep in their bunks . . . .But in the middle of the night, the woman leans over and says to the man: “I’m sorry, but I’m a little cold. Could I trouble you to get me another blanket?”

“I’ve got a better idea,” the man replies with a glint in his eye. “Just for tonight, let’s pretend we’re married.”

“OK, why not,” giggles the woman.

“Great,” the man says. “Get your own damn blanket!”

(Credit: Co-author Matthew Hurley of “Inside Jokes: Using Humor to Reverse-Engineer the Mind”)

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An update at Christmas

2011-12-08T14:37:00.003-05:00

Following is an e-mail I sent to family members today:

Hello family members,
Last night I was feeling quite low. This will be the first Christmas in 57 years without Mary. I know that all of you miss her very much in different ways, especially Wynn and Martha. Daughters have a special relationship with their mothers that no one else can come close to equaling, no matter the relationship. I also talked earlier in the evening with Billy Rogers, the oldest son of Jim and Jo Rogers, family friends for over 50 years in Hanahan. Jim is not doing well. They will bring him home from the hospital on Friday and put a hospital bed in the master bedroom. Hospice will be in attendance. It is not a happy time for our dear friends. This information was not helpful to my psyche.
I tried to busy myself around the apartment, but there is only so much you can do in such a small place to keep busy. I tried the TV but nothing held my interest. Then I went to the few books I kept when I closed out the house in Hanahan (and gave almost 700 books to the Friends of the Library in Berkeley County.) I hung onto the few books about the Green Bay Packers, as I had been a fan since my teen years. Last night, I chose Mike Shropshire's sports classic, "The Ice Bowl," and opened the book to chapter 13. The early chapters discussed the Packers and Dallas Cowboys, the seasons they had and how they came to be playing on the frozen tundra of Lambeau field on this last day in 1967.
I remember that day as if it was yesterday. Frankie and James and I were glued to the black and white TV we had in the den at 1128 John Rutledge. Patrick was six and Martha was three. (Wynn was in the future.) They and Mary were elsewhere in the house. Mary was fixing Sunday dinner which we would eat in late afternoon, early evening, "after the game."
The sunrise temperature In Milwaukee, Wisconsin, reached the lowest December reading since 1924. At game time in Green Bay it was 13 degrees below zero. The field heating system failed. The Packers got off to an early lead but soon it disappeared and at halftime it was only 14-10 in favor of the Packers. On the first play of the 4th quarter, Dan Reeves threw a halfback-option pass to a wide open Lance Rentzel and Dallas went ahead 17-14.
The clock kept running and with 4:35 left in the game the Packers took over.They were 68 ice-choked yards away. Frankie, James and I saw there, watching, hoping, praying and probably biting our fingernails. We were not talking. We were as serious about that game as the players on the field. With thirteen seconds left on the game clock the Packers were 13 inches from their third straight NFL title. Starr called time out, the last one the Packers had, and went to the sidelines. Only much later would we learn what was said between he and Vince Lombardi.
And then Starr brought the Packers up to the line and was barking signals. Chuck Mercein, filling in at fullback for the inured Don Grabowski, expected to get the ball. He charged forward and saw Starr dive into the line clutching the ball in his arms and Mercein threw his arms up in the air as the referee signaled "touchdown." The boys and I were ecstatic, we hooped and hollered and hugged and brought everyone in the house to the den to see what was going on. It was the best afternoon the boys and I had ever shared together and today, 44 years later, reading about that day and remembering the shared moments lifts and brightens my spirits and gives me renewed energy. It was a great moment in Packers history but more important to me it was a great moment shared with two sons. To this day the memory is an enchanted moment you had to personally live to fully appreciate.
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About ten years ago, Mary and I went to Lambeau Field on our driving trip to Alaska. A docent took us and some others on a tour of that fabled stadium. When she got us into the stands she pointed to an end zone and asked, "Does anyone know what that is?" I was quicker off the mark than Jerry Kramer when he threw the block on Pugh to open the hole for Starr, "That's where Bart Starr dove to glory in the Ice Bowl," I said.
Everything in my life is going well. My health is good. I watch my weight, although I periodically have to seriously back away from the table. I am fortunate to live in a nice community surrounded by many fine people and enjoy a good reputation among them. I am optimistic about the upcoming new year, for myself, my country and hopefully all of you.
I pray and hope the Christmas season will bring happiness to each of you and that the coming year will be one of the richest in your life.
Love
Dad/Bud/Arch

Military-Civilian Gap

2011-11-23T11:52:00.008-05:00

Pew Research has completed and interesting and informative study on the military-civilian relationship in America today. Their summary:

"The Military-Civilian Gap: Fewer Family Connections" (Click for full study)

"There is a large generation gap between older and younger Americans when it comes to having family members who served in the military. More than three-quarters of adults over 50 said they had an immediate family member who had served in the military. Less than six-in-ten adults ages 30 to 49 have an immediate family member who served, and the percentage falls to one-third for adults under 29. With the shrinking size of the military in recent decades, this trend has resulted in fewer connections between the military and the civilian world."

On this Thanksgiving Holiday I recommend reading the full study, and giving some thought to whether we ought to have mandatory military service in the United States. With due respect to the wonderful men and women who are serving, the current volunteer system says we can hire mercenaries to fight our country's battles. This does not speak well for the United States of America, nor for any country which aspires to lead.

(From my blog (click).

CarMax - A fine experience

2011-10-29T10:42:00.004-04:00

October 25, 2011

General Manager

CarMax

712 Savage Road

Charleston SC 29414

Dear Sir:

Today was my first experience with CarMax and I was literally blown out of the water. Over the weekend I agreed to buy a car from a man in the neighborhood. We closed the deal earlier this morning. Later I went to CarMax to sell my 2005 Lincoln Town Car. I dealt with Elizabeth Humphries and Marissa Wright.

From the moment of reception till I walked out the door about 30 minutes later with my check the service was warm, friendly, professional, experienced and top notch in every respect. I have never had such a rewarding moment in any car dealership going back to the 1950s. I am so impressed, I intend to spread the good word about CarMax when talking with family and friends.

In the future, whether I am buying or selling, CarMax will be my first stop.

Thank you for making my day.

Sincerely,

Francis X. Archibald

Shem Creek Park - another recreational gem

2011-10-19T11:29:00.012-04:00

Dedicated on October 18, 2011, this is the latest addition to recreational opportunities in Mt Pleasant. This is a magnificent site to visit, walk out into the marsh on a (lighted at night) 2200 feet boardwalk toward Charleston harbor, enjoy the fresh air and the magnificent view of marsh grass, working and recreational boats, birds, and the occasional tanker or cargo ship entering Charleston. The park can be accessed from Coleman Blvd. at Shem Creek. Parking is available and there are several restaurants within walking distance of the entrance to the park

Ten thoughts on turning 80*

2011-10-02T09:45:00.000-04:00

1. I am happy to be here and able to write these thoughts.

2. When I was a child I wondered if I would be alive at 65. That age seemed so far away to a child in grammar school.

3. I have been blessed and or lucky in so many ways I cannot count them but I know them in my heart.

4. Looking back our early family life was tough, but our mother kept us (five children) together and we persevered.

5. Joining the U.S. Air Force was the best thing I ever did. It gave me opportunity, training and set me on a career path for my adult life.

6. College and university opened new doors, but education is a continuing process through life.

7. Along the highways of life I met many men and women who helped; especially my late wife of 56 years.

8. My five children have turned out well, and have been on someone else’s payroll for years. (The dream of all parents.)

9. It is best to be liberal in thought, word and deed, especially to, with and for others who have less than I.

10. It is said we will live 15 years beyond our parents. My mother lived to be 92. I hope I am here writing another bog entry when I am 107.

*(Oct. 2, 2011)

What we (don’t) need

2011-09-25T13:30:00.001-04:00

Under the heading of what we (don’t) need in life is a digital scale (Hammacher Schlemmer online catalog) that projects readings onto a wall for easy visibility. (Is it not depressing enough to look down and learn you have gained three pounds?)

A projection lens on top of the scale tilts to display your weight in easy-to-read red numerals at different heights on a wall. Adjusting the height of the lens projector also increases or decreases the size of the digits from 2" to 6" high. (A better product would be an invention that would decrease your weight.)

Where the old folks are and aren't

2011-09-19T13:44:00.005-04:00

States with highest percentage of population age 65 and over:

Florida 17.3

West Virginia 16.0

Maine 15.9

States with lowest percentage of population age 65 and over:

Alaska 7.7

Utah 9.0

Texas 10.3

South Carolina: 13.7

(Extracted from AARP bulletin, Sept. 2011, original source: U.S. Census Bureau)

Carl E. Meynardie, Sr.

2011-09-06T20:33:00.010-04:00

An Appreciation

By Francis X. Archibald

Carl E. Meynardie, Sr.

June 13, 1918 - September 2, 2011

The measure of a man can be found in the generosity of spirit with which he treats a stranger. (Anon.)

About 25 years ago, I bought one of those black cardboard boxes used to store five and a quarter inch computer disks and wrapped it as a birthday gift for my friend Carl Meynardie. Although we did not normally swap birthday gifts, I gave the gift as a way to say thanks for introducing me to personal computers.

Carl sold me my first computer, a Radio Shack TRS 80 Model III, a one-piece machine with a nine-inch green screen and 48KB of memory. When we added an additional 16KB chip and increased the memory to 64KB, we thought we had all we would ever need. Boy, were we very ignorant of what was to come.

No one was home when I went by Carl’s house so I left the gift in the carport near the door he and Grace usually used to enter and leave the house. Five days later, he called me and said he had just found the gift that day.

Our friendship today goes back over 50 years. When I moved to Hanahan in 1960, I thought to be engaged in the community. I attended a couple of meetings of the Hanahan Civic Club and spoke on a couple of issues. One night they were nominating officers and Carl got up, pointed to me, and said if he knew my name he would nominate me for President. Someone told him my name; I was nominated and served my term. This was my introduction to Carl Meynardie. Little did I realize at the time what a wonderful friendship had come my way and how much more I would enjoy it in the future.

As time went on, I learned how Carl and some other men had started a free weekly newspaper, The Hanahan News, to inform the community of local events. The venture was slow growing, time consuming and costly to produce. Carl was the active member who took on the responsibility of putting out the paper each week. The original sponsors lost interest in continuing to invest money and soon he gave up his construction business, bought them out, and turned to publishing the weekly full time.

Carl invited me to write a column of fact and opinion and I did so for almost seven years. I also helped in other ways, including putting out the paper one week when he and Grace went on vacation. The lead story that week was, “Meynardie’s flee the area,” complete with a picture of Carl and Grace. The story reported Carl had taken an earlier trip to the Pacific (and wound up fighting the Japanese). Carl’s mother, who received the paper in the mail, was still laughing at the picture and story when Carl dropped in on her home on the return leg of the vacation.

Carl introduced me to the Exchange Club and the great good they did for the community. In a tribute to his influence, I held several offices in the Hanahan Club, including being president when the Club won its first Big “E” award. Many of the men who served the Hanahan community through Exchange did so because of Carl’s persistent membership recruiting efforts. He was an indefatigable community supporter.

In the early seventies, Carl used the newspaper to endorse my campaign for Hanahan City Council and later applauded the city when they appointed me a city judge. In the eighties Carl was again in my corner when I ran for the State Legislature. He gave me a column in the paper again to keep my views before the public and to report on my stewardship of the office.

In more than five decades, my wife and I came to know Carl and Grace and their children. They are first class people whom we are proud to call “friends.” Through the years, the social and political turmoil of the ever-changing times, and the cycles of the business world, Carl kept The Hanahan News going. He struggled heroically to give the community a weekly newspaper where the ordinary citizen could learn what was happening in the community, where accomplishments – both of adults and of children –were recognized and saluted, where merchants successfully advertised their wares, and where an insightful, well thought editorial from time to time helped keep community leaders and events in perspective.

Time has marched on for all of us. Carl was 93 when he died this week. He continued to live with Grace in their Hanahan home for more than 50 years. In my lifetime, I have not had a friend as steadfast and loyal as Carl. I got much more out of this relationship than I had a right to expect.

If a man is measured by his generosity of spirit toward others, then Carl E. Meynardie was truly a great man who has shared his life with his fellow man and his community. God Bless him now and forever.

(The foregoing was delivered at Carl's funeral September 6, 2011.)

Only in America

2011-08-25T06:24:00.003-04:00

Excuse me, but only in America could you have "Monday Night Football" on Thursday, ESPN, 8 pm EST, Channel 7 in Charleston, SC, area.

Perry ought to read the Constitution

2011-08-16T08:22:00.007-04:00

Texas Governor Perry, running for the Republican nomination for president, said in Iowa yesterday that Federal Reserve Chairman Ben Bernanke would be committing a "treasonous" act by ordering the printing of more money in another round of quantitative easing in the money supply to help business and employers' efforts to strengthen the economy.

Well, the Governor ought to check Article AIII, Section 3, of the Constitution of the United States: "Treason against the United States, shall consist only in levying War against them, or in adhering to their Enemies, giving them Aid and Comfort."

Traveling with Mark Twain

2011-08-13T18:27:00.013-04:00

Chuck Boyd, a good friend, sent a brief but interesting note about Hal Holbrook's decades long performance as Mark Twain. It is worth passing along as part of the growing renewed interest in the man most consider the greatest American humorist and commentator of the 19th century. I hope you enjoy.

Archie,
Thanks for the "heads up" that (finally) 100 years has passed and it's Twain autobiography release time.

When I was Director of Tourism for the state of Missouri, I quickly realized he was a major "draw." In fact, public awareness of Missouri centered on Twain, Jesse James and Harry S Truman. In that order. In the 1980s, I put together a business travel mission to London and Scotland to help fill seats on the new British Caledonia Airlines direct flights in and out of St. Louis.

We invited 300 travel writers and travel agents to a presentation in the US Embassy in London. I had brought along a young actor to portray Mr. Clemens. He was in costume and we took the hotel elevator on our way to the Embassy. Several older Brits got on the elevator, and without any surprise or reaction stated, "Good to see you again Mr. Twain. It's been a while." My actor drawled "It's good to be back."

In 2001. Hal Holbrook brought his MARK TWAIN TONIGHT presentation to Charleston and, as I worked at the Post & Courier, I was able to secure a backstage visit afterward. Mr. Holbrook was VERY surprised when I showed him two mounted pictures of him I had taken 50 years before at Camp Lejeune, NC when he had just started his TWAIN program.

"I remember that over-stuffed chair we used as a prop!" He also quipped that back then he was in make-up for several hours, aging himself for the role. "Now, I just show up, put on the suit and light a stoggie."

He signed one of the pictures with a Twainism: "Be good and you will be lonesome." On the other he scribbled "Camp Lejeune..so long ago."

Thanks again.

Chuck

(Earlier posts at www.archibaldinsc.blogspot.com)

Mark Twain - 100 years on

2011-08-12T18:43:00.003-04:00

If you don't have anything special you want to do over the next few months you might start on Volume 1 of Mark Twain's autobiography. The first volume (three are planned) is out and it is a prodigious work, according to Lewis H. Lapham, editor emeritus of Harper's Magazine and the editor of Lapham's Quarterly. It runs to 760 pages, or as Lapham notes, 4 pounds. The publishers (University of California Press) promise Volumes II and III will be published sometime during the next ten years. It will probably take that long to read the Volume I.

Twain began writing his autobiography in 1877, but gave up when he realized it was easier and more enjoyable to talk and ramble while a stenographer took it all down. He got serious about this in 1906 and “talked” for the next four years until a few months before he went to meet his maker (about whose existence he had doubts) in 1910. Twain died before he could do any editing and the manuscript runs to some 2,600 pages.

To all of this talking/dictation he attached the caveat that the resulting work not be published until 100 years after his death. In this case Twain out-did the United States and England. It can take up to 30 years for information to be available to the public once it has been classified by the Unites States government. It England, some World War II data was held to be embargoed for 50 years.

Twain did not want to hurt anyone's feelings by revealing the opinions he held of men, their religion, politics and conduct. He believed that a person criticized deserved it and ought to be grateful for the time and attention he spent on developing the criticism. The 100 years quarantine was to ensure no one mentioned in the work would be alive to take offense, and he would be “dead, and unaware and indifferent.”

If you are too otherwise engaged (or for starters) you could do as I have and read Lapham's dissection and analysis which he calls “Democracy 101 Mark Twain's Farewell Address,” in the April 2011 issue of Harper's Magazine. I am only getting around to this now because I am seriously behind in my book and magazine reading. Other things seem to always be getting in the way, including watching foreign films, traveling abroad, a small amount of laziness.

I would probably have connected with Twain had we lived in the same era. He has deep understanding of the Constitution, that it is designed for the people, not the government; that when you protect the other fellow's liberty you are protecting your own. He rejected the idea that anyone should be able to tell him how to vote.

Twain was humorous, insightful and a great observer of the average American citizen. The slave and the common man fell under his gaze as did the rich and famous. He wrote of artisans, tradesmen, entertainers, politicians, government officials, and military heroes. He saw the freedom and good nature of the American spirit. “The scenes of foreign pomp and circumstance serve Twain as occasions to prefer the unpretentiousness of things American.” This benevolence towards his fellow citizens didn't close his eyes to the bad and the ugly he also saw in America. As a true recorder of the American scene he devoted his efforts to recording all he saw and experienced, and the 2,600 pages give testimony to his “authentic and unsuppressed voice, brimming with humor, ideas, and opinions.”

When I finish Lapham's essay, I may buy the 760 page version.

(More blog entries at www.archibaldinsc.blogspot.com)

2011-08-09T12:14:00.004-04:00

A few good words from the FBI

Intelligence Note

Prepared by the Internet Crime Complaint Center (IC3)

August 9, 2011

FBI Officials Continue To Be The Target Of Spam E-mail

Various government agencies and high ranking government officials have been the target of previous spam attacks. In their attempts to lure victims, criminals continue to explore new avenues to obtain their goal.

A new version of the spam e-mail uses the names of FBI officials along with the names of specific units within the FBI. The e-mail alerts the recipient that two "Trunk Boxes" containing a large sum of money were intercepted at an international airport. The funds are allegedly from the Office of the Ministry of Finance, Federal Government of Nigeria.

The boxes contain documents bearing the recipient's name as the owner of the funds. The fraudsters advise an additional document called the "Diplomatic Immunity Seal of Delivery" is needed to protect the recipient from violating the Patriot Act. The recipient is required to contact the fraudsters, via email, for instructions to obtain the document. The fraudsters further inform the recipient of the consequences if they fail to comply and are told not to contact any bank in Africa, or any other institution.

Do not respond. These e-mails are a hoax.

Neither government agencies nor government officials send unsolicited e-mail to consumers. United States government agencies use the legal process to contact individuals.

Consumers should not respond to any unsolicited e-mails or click on an embedded link associated with such e-mails, as they may contain viruses or malware.

If you have been a victim of Internet crime, please file a complaint at www.IC3.gov.

For previous IC3 Alerts concerning e-mail scams targeting the FBI and other government agencies visit http://www.ic3.gov/media/2009/091027.aspx.

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Reflection by FXA

2011-08-05T09:23:00.001-04:00

Taken at Seaside Farms, Mt. Pleasant, SC, 2009

The Debt Ceiling: Is It Constitutional?

2011-07-29T19:32:00.027-04:00

Here we are only three days from financial Armageddon for our country and elements in the Congress are not willing to work out a bi-partisan compromise. Every thinking person from New York to Santa Monica, from Seattle to Miami and all points in between has an opinion (ignore the quality of thought likely in such a diverse group) and judging by reports are sending those opinions to the congress in growing numbers.

I wondered how all this got started and found at Young Lawyers Blog.com an explanation of how we (the United States of America) got started down this debt ceiling road. It is illuminating reading, especially for those who slept through civics 101. In short, the 14th Amendment to the Constitution of the United States of America prohibits anyone from questioning the national public debt. We have to pay our bills, regardless of what the Tea Party and any other "no tax pledge" signers think.

Last night Mary Matalin, CNN commentator, said these congress people were not interested in re-election, only in cutting federal spending. You show me a congress person who is not interested in re-election and I will show you either a senile congress person or one who knows an indictment is coming down.

The Young Lawyers Blog makes sense out of a complex topic. It is recommended reading.

Met a man from Lowell, MA, in South Africa

2011-07-14T14:40:00.048-04:00

No trip to South Africa would be complete without looking in on Nelson Mandela's house in Soweto, Robben Island prison and the mainland prison where he was released to jubilant, cheering crowds. So in 2003, when my wife and I were on a two month self-conducted tour driving around South Africa we visited all three places.

All this comes back to mind as we approach July 18, 2011, and the 93rd birthday of Nelson Mandela, one of the most powerful, historical figures of the 20th Century.

Unless you have visited Soweto you cannot imagine the poverty that existed in that suburban black community outside of Johannesburg throughput the 20th century. I don't have any current knowledge of conditions there since my visit but if I had to guess I would say it is not much improved.

FXA outside Mandela's home in Soweto, Feb. 2003.

When we arrived at Mandela's single story, small brick house, down the street from the home of Archbishop Tutu, we were admitted by a guide who explained that the great man had lived there from about 1946 to 1962, when he was arrested and sentenced to life in prison. He served 27 years and was released in 1990 and the rest of the story needs no further telling here.

As we walked through the tiny rooms the guide detected an accent in my voice and asked where I was from originally. We had already told him we came from South Carolina. "Yours is not a South Carolina accent," he said, as my wife laughed. She said he came "from Lowell, Massachusetts."

Mary Archibald and guide at Mandela's home in Soweto,Feb. 2003.

"You know Kearney Square?, he asked excitedly." Yes, I said, "It was the center of life when I was a young man." With great relish he told us his remarkable story. He had been in the African National Congress fighting apartheid and was forced to flee South Africa or be arrested. He came to the United States and made his way to Lowell where he lived and worked for more almost fifteen years. We discussed favorite places, and neighborhoods. Despite all he had been through in his turbulent life he was so happy to meet someone from Lowell which held many good memories for him, he said. When Mandela was released, our guide returned to South Africa. He had been working at the home in Soweto for a couple of years.

I told him of our visit to Robben Island, seven miles out in the Atlantic ocean, where we were guided by a man who was imprisoned there with Mandela for 18 of his 29 years in prison and now worked as a guide in that infamous place, (which has become a tourist attraction and big money earner for South Africa.) The guide showed us Mandela's cell and shared stories about life there; we also visited the limestone quarry where Mandela worked.

It was obvious our guide, whose years in exile had been spent in the city where I was raised, loved and respected Mandela. My wife and I came away with a healthy respect for this man who had been a foot soldier in the fight to wipe out apartheid - segregation based solely on the color of one's skin and prejudice. (I regret that I have lost my notes made on that trip and have no current record of the man's name.)

Out for a Sunday stroll

2011-07-10T19:21:00.022-04:00

What in Hell were grown men, stripped to the waist, sweating like fresh pork on a barbecue, doing in the middle of King Street lifting weights and 20 and 35 pound bags of sand when the real feel temperature was somewhere in the nineties on a sweltering, breeze-less Sunday afternoon?

It was all part of the latest effort by Charleston, SC, officials to lure more people downtown to experience the city. The city closes King Street from Calhoun to Queen to vehicular traffic on Sunday from 1 to 5 pm. Shops are open, light dining takes place in the street under massive umbrellas to block the sun. Musicians strum guitars and literally sing for their supper. Local artists set up easels and paint. Families and couples stroll in the middle of the street, although this day a majority favor the right hand sidewalk because it offers a bit of shade.

All of this and more took place with the real feel temperature approaching 97 degrees. An slow and easy stroll down the street left me with a shirt soaked in perspiration. A bottle of water from a street vendor was a necessity. Practically every police officer I saw at the multiple intersections was sipping from a large drink container. The combination of the heat and the humidity had everyone walking slow, wiping brows and breathing hard. And then there was an exhibition to defy all reason.

This was all part of a Crossfit exercise, an exercise program and competition that has gained momentum in the last few years and is used by some military special forces as a conditioning program. Suffice it to say, I considered it to border on insanity during the oppressive heat conditions on King Street, Charleston, SC, on July 10, 2011.

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Looking at good and bad

2011-07-08T11:40:00.020-04:00

Mirror Image...
An image which is like a reflection in a mirror...everything is the same, except reversed.
Snapped this interesting picture in Seasides Farms, Mt. Pleasant, SC while on an exercise walk. (Click pictures to enlarge.)

And then there was this:

It is heartwarming that some Seaside Farms residents celebrated the birth of our Declaration of Independence with fireworks, but then they spoiled it by not cleaning up their explosive residue. I found this ugly trash scattered on the road at the end of Canyon Oaks Drive, while walking early in the morning of July 7. Someone ought to clean that up, I said to myself, and then I remembered: I was someone. I went home, returned with the box and a plastic glove, and cleaned up after these thoughtless celebrants.

An old fashioned parade

2011-07-05T08:49:00.019-04:00

Brother and sister, Charlie Geilfuss and Joan Mills, with FXA, July 4, 2011, Franke @ Seaside, Mt Pleasant, SC (click on picture to enlarge.)

Over the 4th my third son, Patrick, journeyed to visit his brothers in the nation's capital and was on Constitution Avenue for the 4th of July parade. Patrick, an avid amateur photographer, took these pictures:
After linking up, click on Slideshow in the upper left corner to enlarge. Hope you enjoy!

A lighted faucet in your life?

2011-07-03T10:51:00.044-04:00

Judith Martin, Miss Manners to the socially conscious, answered three questions in a recent newspaper column and began each answer with "Where were you...", as in Where were you during history class? Where were you doing civics class? and Where were you during posture class? My question is, Where was her editor when these three Q&As were being combined to form one column?

NBA owners followed the NFL owners and locked out the players. Will we be without professional football and basketball in 2911? I'm taking a peek at the Canadian Football League on TV. Don't know all the players yet but that's a small problem. I did see part of a game last Saturday night and uttered a big "WOW" at one spectacular pass play. I am betting the NFL lockout will end first. There is too much money on the table to be ignored.

Given inflation and the dwindling value of the dollar, I have not for several years bent over on the street to pickup anything less than a fifty cent piece, but just to cover all bets in case the national debt ceiling is not raised and the country goes broke, I bent over twice this week and picked up a penny and a quarter. I will miss that Social Security check but probably not as much as China and Japan who won't receive the interest payments on the American bonds they hold.

This is what America has been waiting for: "The VuPoint Temperature Sensitive LED Faucet Light (FL-IW1-VP) is a lighted aerator for your faucet that makes your water glow. When the water makes contact with the temperature-sensing metal pin in the unit, it will trigger the red LED light for hot water and the blue LED light for cold water. The intelligent sensor activates with hot or cold water, making it fun for all ages to watch the water change color. The light fits most standard faucets, and is easy to install."

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Ernest Hemingway - 50 years ago

2011-07-02T19:08:00.009-04:00

Fifty years ago today, July 2, I picked up the Sunday News & Courier (name prior to merging with The Evening Post) and read that Ernest Hemingway had killed himself with his favorite shotgun in Ketchum, Idaho. I was shocked by the act of suicide. It was against God's law and against Catholic teaching. Back in those days I was probably more of a practicing Catholic than Hemingway, although he was also born into the faith.

I was shocked and felt let down that this bigger than life personality would take a "coward's" way out. Nothing could justify suicide, I thought. It was immaterial that I knew him only through a study of his life and reading his books and articles and watching movies based on his work. He was a young man's giant; he lived the kind of life lessor men only dreamed. The news of his suicide was just that; a story written less than 24 hours after he was found dead. No time for details. No time to explore why, although there were vague explanations: accident, cancer, money problems. Only in later years did we learn he suffered from terrible depression the last few years of his life.

He was laid to rest a couple of days after his suicide in a graveside service. No Mass in a Catholic church; he had too many wives it was said. It probably had more to do with the suicide than his wives.

And the world moved on. Something and someone else took center stage.

Over the years I have softened my views of Hemingway's suicide and the man. Somewhere along the line I recognized none of us really know what lies in the heart of another man or woman. We do not recognize the personal demons. Deep understanding is ever more difficult when our personal connection is remote to say the least. We regret the inadequacies years ago in treating depression. Even today it remains a challenge for the patient and the doctor.

Several years ago I went to Key West and toured Hemingway's house. It is a beautiful place stuffed with leather chairs made from the hides of big game he shot and full of memorabilia of a life well lived. Books abound. Those he wrote and those he collected. (Years after his death his wife Mary had to take his library to New York for controlled storage and chemical elimination of pests and insects that threatened to destroy the library.)

There is an elevated walkway from the house proper to his writing workshop. This overlooks the pool. There is a penny embedded in the concrete walk around the pool. Legend is that Hemingway put it there while the work was being done. He told the contractor "You have all the rest of my money. You might as well have this.

I went to Sloppy Joe's, Hemingway's favorite bar, a short walk from his house. Here I drank a beer in mid-morning as he might have done and sucked up the atmosphere and thought good thoughts about the man. I still have those thoughts.

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A moment in the life of a cat

2011-06-27T07:58:00.020-04:00

This is not the cat I saw, only an example of the species.

On my morning exercise walk I met a woman walking two small dogs on long leashes. I don't know what kinds of dogs they were. I am not big on identifying dogs. I don't have anything against dogs. I just don't want one and don't care to know too much about them. I will tell you each dog could double for a lady's hand muff on a snowy day.

As the woman turned onto the concrete driveway from the road I saw a white (with a bit of black) cat near the point where a walkway to the house intersected the driveway. The cat was lying on the concrete, probably enjoying the cool feel on his tummy. He eyed the woman and the dogs as they approached and was slow to rise. What does a cat think in such situations?: No worry, this is the lady who runs this house and puts out a meal for me. I am bigger than those two dogs combined so they are not a real problem. But maybe I ought to get up anyway, just in case. Never know when a dog (and there are two of them) will go off his puppy chow. I can get back down again when they pass.

And he did.

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Where's the beef (crust)?

2011-06-27T06:01:00.012-04:00

Bergen as seen from a mountain top lookout. (Click to expand.)

Once upon a time there was a fast food commercial that was co-opted into a political tag line: "Where's the beef?"
A similar question crust could be asked about "the crust" when ordering apple pie and ice cream in Norway. On a trip recently, my friend and I ordered this dessert and each time there was no crust. We were served stewed apples and ice cream, more of an apple dessert than the pie Grandma used to bake. The apples were tasty, being properly and correctly spiced but the lack of crust left us shaking our heads. After the second experience even seniors can learn a lesson so we chose alternate desserts.

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Car Fire in our Building

2011-06-25T14:50:00.015-04:00

As if it wasn't hot enough this afternoon we had a car fire in the (Franke at Seaside, Mt. Pleasant, SC) Trailside Apartment house garage around 2 pm. The owner had filled her gas tank earlier today, according to gossip among the evacuated residents standing out on the lawn. Speculation is that a fuel line leak dropped gasoline on the hot engine block and this ignited the blaze. The fire started under the hood. These pictures show some of the results.
In the top photo the arm of a Mt. Pleasant fire inspector can be partially seen after the fire as he examined several points to determine where the fire started. The middle photo shows how intense was the fire. Part of the front side of the car is destroyed. The interior was also affected by the hot burn. The car is obviously totaled.
I was returning to the garage within minutes of the beginning of the incident, the garage was filled with black smoke and people were evacuating the building. I backed away and parked behind an adjacent building and walked to the scene. Some residents are experiencing smoke in their apartments but this is expected to dissipate this afternoon.
The Mt. Pleasant Fire Department responded, as did several Franke at Seaside workers to help residents.
(Excerpted from my blog which can be found by clicking here.)

FBI will lie to you and then arrest you

2011-06-24T13:33:00.016-04:00

If you are engaged in any illegal, criminal action or activity likely to attract the serious attention of the FBI, let me give you a tip: Don't come downstairs or leave your residence just because a caller says someone broke into your storage locker or your parked car has been hit in an accident. It is probably the FBI lying to you and waiting to arrest you.
On Wednesday, June 22, the FBI ran such a scam on James "Whitey" Bulger, who the Bureau had been looking for for the last fifteen years. Bulger was called on the phone and told his storage locker had been broken into. Would he come and see what was missing? Who wouldn't? When he got outside in the open he was arrested. Bulger will be tried at a later day on a variety of charges.
This old, time-worn Bureau trick was used years ago to lure the retired Navy communications Warrant Officer turned Soviet spy John Walker out of his room in a Montgomery County, Maryland, motel known to be used by prostitutes. A call was placed to Walker's room in the early morning hours and he was told his car had been hit in an accident and would he come down and check it out. Walker shuffled outside and was nabbed by the FBI. He is in the federal prison in Terra Haute, Indian, working on his life sentence.

A remembrance - Charles Archibald

2011-06-23T14:26:00.006-04:00

My brother Charlie (on the right) died on May 22, 2011, while I was on a trip overseas. He was the youngest of five children in our family and had battled throat cancer for about two years. I found it very difficult to talk with him on the phone a few weeks earlier. It seemed so heartless to talk about how good my life was to someone who I knew was facing the end of his life. Instead, I wrote him a loving e-mail remembering some of the special events in our lives and how he was a favorite of my late wife, Mary (Died - December 29, 2010). After my e-mail he called me from the hospital and we were able to talk on the phone. I reminded Charlie we came from poor and humble circumstances, but it was not how you started but how you ended up. By that standard Charlie did OK. My two oldest sons went to Massachusetts and represented my wing of the family at the graveside services. Charlie was a quixotic personality in many ways but he will be missed when the family gathers and reminisces.

May 8 - Major Event Day

2011-05-07T12:28:00.003-04:00

Tomorrow we will celebrate Mother's Day in South Carolina and also observe the 66th anniversary of VE Day - the day the allies accepted the surrender of the German forces to end World War II. For many of us our mothers have died and we remember them with love and affection. We hope that those whose mothers are still alive will treasure them in their hearts and in the lives they lead. We also remember fondly those brave men and women who gave their lives to bring about the end the war in Europe, and we salute the veterans of that war who are still with us today.

Well Done! CIA kills bin Laden

2011-05-01T23:46:00.004-04:00

A hearty "well done" to the Central Intelligence Agency and its dedicated men and women who found and killed Osama bin Laden,architect of the 9/11 bombings in New York and Washington almost ten years ago. President Obama confirmed the operation in a nine minute speech Sunday evening from the White House. The President said the United States developed a lead on bin Laden last August and had painstakingly run the thread out to the village and compound where bin Laden was hiding. The President authorized an attempt to capture bin Laden but he put up a fight and was killed in the action.

Born in the USA

2011-04-27T19:21:00.006-04:00

As Ronald Reagan used to say,"Well," he finally did it. President Obama citing the totally unnecessary distraction from the country's real problems among TV talking heads, wannabe presidential contenders, and the simply stupid (my phrase, not the President's)put a copy of Certificate of Live Birth on the White House web site today. This certificate is certified by the State Registrar in Hawaii and shows the President being born on August 4, 1961, in a Honolulu hospital.

Light a candle in the fight against AZ

2011-04-19T00:23:00.004-04:00

Please consider going to this web site and take Option 2 to light a candle in memory of someone who suffers from or died from Alzheimer's. Option 1 offers the opportunity to make a donation in the fight against AZ and light a candle. I am proud to have joined more than 4100 people who have lighted candles as of midnight 4/18/2011...a tribute to Mary C. Archibald is there. You can reach it by scrolling through the pages under the letter "A".
Thank you.

Tough Without a Gun - Review

2011-04-17T22:08:00.003-04:00

Hanging on the wall at the end of the brown leather sofa in the living room of my small apartment in the active lifestyle community on the Franke at Seaside campus in Mt. Pleasant, South Carolina, is a black and white print of Rick Blaine seated at a table wearing a white dinner jacket and black bow tie holding a drink in his hands and muttering to no one in particular, “of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine.”

This, of course, is the classic image of Humphrey Bogart, star of the still widely acclaimed greatest picture of all time, Casablanca. Bogart was in 75 movies and did his journeyman work on Broadway in dozens of plays, but he is best remembered in my mind for five films: The Maltese Falcon, Casablanca, Treasure of the Sierra Madre, The African Queen (he won the Oscar) and The Caine Mutiny.

Stefan Kanfer has written Tough Without a Gun, The Life and Extraordinary Afterlife of Humphrey Bogart, for people like me and millions of others around the world who remember the man The American Film Institute ranked as the greatest male star in cinema history. Entertainment Weekly designated Bogart the Number One Movie Legend of all Time and the U.S. Postal Service issued a stamp bearing his likeness in 1997. In 2006, a portion of 103rd street and Amsterdam Avenue in New York City was designated Humphrey Bogart Place to commemorate his birth and early life in that city.

This biography is a taut telling of Bogart’s life and career. In his life, as in his films, Bogart was not one to kneel obsequiously to authority. He respected it in his own way but always there lingered the suspicion that man was not on this earth to be told what to do all the days of his life.

In Bogart’s life, there were two kinds of people who acted in Hollywood: the professionals, who came to the job every day, knew their lines and were ready to work. The rest were bums. He was the ultimate professional in the judgment of his peers.

Bogart was a somewhat of a straight moralist, despite four marriages. When he was married, he did not stray, and in his private and public life, he did not do drugs or lay on the psychiatrist couch. He consumed a lot of whiskey (the story is he, and director John Huston – another big imbiber, were the only members of the cast and crew making The African Queen on location in the Congo who did not get sick.)

Tough Without a Gun is replete with tidbits of information about the making of Humphrey Bogart’s greatest films, the ones he was proudest of, and the ones over which he despaired. This 239-page tribute lists all of his Broadway performances and movies and includes a collection of black and white photos designed to recall these classic moments in film history. It will resurrect memories of a golden era in American filmmaking. More than that, it will delight Bogie fans around the world.

(If you received this twice, please excuse. Computer and I having a bit of conflict tonight.)

A morning walk on the beach

2011-04-04T22:33:00.015-04:00

I was on the beach at "Isle of Palms SC" at 5:35 this morning. It was a solid black morning. The sky was devoid of any clouds and it seemed there were thousands of stars. The tide was low and I walked up the beach for 35 minutes before I met anyone. I kept the same distance between the incoming tide and my path to stay on a straight line. I encountered a woman and her dog. We chatted for a few minutes and she used the light on her cell phone to let me read the time on my watch. I then turned and headed back the way I came. When I reached the point where I had entered the beach I stopped and looked back to the East. The sun was not visible but its rays were lighting the horizon and I knew it would be soon be daylight.

How to hook up a wireless router - 2nd time

2011-03-27T07:44:00.002-04:00

Well, the first try didn't work too well, so let;'s give it a second shot on how to hook-up a wireless router.

As usual kick on the blue highlighted words and you will be taken to Youtube for a six minute video. Quite easy to understand.

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Hooray for the USA

2011-03-08T07:31:00.001-05:00

From Warren Buffet's recent annual letter to the shareholders:

“Money will always flow toward opportunity, and there is an abundance of that in America. Commentators today often talk of ‘great uncertainty.’ But think back, for example, to December 6, 1941, October 18, 1987 and September 10, 2001. No matter how serene today may be, tomorrow is always uncertain.

“Don’t let that reality spook you. Throughout my lifetime, politicians and pundits have constantly moaned about terrifying problems facing America. Yet our citizens now live an astonishing six times better than when I was born. The prophets of doom have overlooked the all-important factor that is certain: Human potential is far from exhausted, and the American system for unleashing that potential—a system that has worked wonders for over two centuries despite frequent interruptions for recessions and even a Civil War—remains alive and effective.

“We are not natively smarter than we were when our country was founded nor do we work harder. But look around you and see a world beyond the dreams of any colonial citizen. Now, as in 1776, 1861, 1932 and 1941, America’s best days lie ahead.”

Gingrich won't be president

2011-03-08T07:19:00.003-05:00

In today's local paper (The Post & Courier, Charleston, SC)I saw a picture of Newt Gingrich talking with a couple at the Iowa Faith and Freedom Coalition in Waukee Iowa. The former Speaker of the House was photographed at a side angle by Charlie Neibergall for the AP and I can tell you that Americans have not elected a man this fat since Warren Harding.

Turtle is a tortoise

2011-03-07T13:45:00.000-05:00

My turtle is a tortoise. (See Mr. Turtle below.) I learned today a major difference between a turtle and tortoise: The former has web feet for swimming. The tortoise is a land-dweller that eats low-growing shrubs, grasses, and even cactus. Tortoises do not have webbed feet. Their feet are round and stumpy for walking on land. So my Mr. Turtle is undoubtedly a tortoise. So who knew?

Turtle on the move

2011-03-01T20:46:00.006-05:00

This turtle was considering crossing the Isle of Palms, SC, connector on March 1. He was at the edge of the highway watching four lanes of cars moving very fast. I made a decision for Mr. Turtle: I turned him around and headed him back to a grassy area and a drainage ditch. I continued on my walk and when I returned he was no where in sight.

Extraordinary fidelity — Central Intelligence Agency

2011-02-20T23:07:00.002-05:00

This is a link to a fascinating story of courage and fidelity by two men who survived more than 20-years of captivity in China. They were young CIA officers when betrayed and captured. They came out grown men still in love with their country and demonstrating "extraordinary fidelity." This is a great story, better than most spy fiction.

Two CIA Prisoners in China, 1952–73 — Central Intelligence Agency

For the child in all of us

2011-02-06T15:04:00.013-05:00

In all of us, I believe, is a child's fascination with trains. This weekend myself and a friend went to the Citadel Mall, Charleston, SC, and visited the Charleston Railroad club house and The Best Friend of Charleston temporary museum. Both of these are in former stores' spaces and a delight to visit and spend time. The RR club has a great display of all scales* of tracks and trains on hand and the museum is dedicated to preserving the history and memory of the Friend of Charleston, the first railroad engine to see service in South Carolina back in 1830.

*Scale is the reduced size relative to the original item being reproduced. The most common model railroad scale is HO. This is 1:87 in relation to the real thing. This scale is used by maybe 70% of model railroaders out there.

Other common and easy to find scales include N(1:160), O(1:48), G(1:24) and Z(1:220).

Clicking on the link above will take you to some pictures we took during our visit. You may view these as a slide show by clicking on the appropriate term on the left above the first picture.

Don't redefine rape - sign the petition

2011-02-02T16:24:00.006-05:00

Hi,

I just heard about a horrible bill that could redefine rape and
set women's rights back by decades.

Here's the deal: Right now, federal dollars can't be used for abortion
except in cases of rape, incest, or when the woman's life is in danger.
But the bill, introduced by Republican congressman Chris Smith, would
narrow that use to "cases of 'forcible' rape but not statutory or coerced
rape."

I personally believe that when a woman says "No" anything beyond that is rape.

As far too many women know, bruises and broken bones do not define rape -
a lack of consent does. This bill is scary - so I signed a petition
telling Congress to stand up and oppose the bill. Can you join me at this
link?

Thanks.

Archie

Mary Frances Cooper Archibald - Obituary

2010-12-31T08:48:00.001-05:00

Mary Frances Cooper Archibald MT. PLEASANT - Mrs. Mary Frances Cooper Archibald, wife of Francis X. Archibald, died peacefully Wednesday in her sleep at the Skilled Nursing facility in Mt. Pleasant, S.C., where she had lived for the last three years. Mary was born in Georgetown, S.C., October 13, 1931, the daughter of the late Mr. and Mrs. Edward Cooper, also of Georgetown. She was educated in the Georgetown public schools and graduated from Winyah High School. During her teens she worked at the usual teen-ager type jobs, including a stint as a waitress at the Screven Hotel. She was taken to a commercial college in Columbia by relatives but arrived back home in Georgetown by bus almost before the relatives who traveled by car. Mary joined the United States Air Force and took basic training at Lackland AFB, Texas. She went on to specialized secretarial training at Okalahoma A&M and was then assigned to Headquarters, USAF Office of Special Investigations, Washington, D.C. It was there she met her future husband, Francis X. "Archie" Archibald and they were married in a Catholic wedding at the chapel at Bolling AFB on September 4, 1954. Mary and Archie had five children and lived in Washington, Charleston and again in Washington before moving to the Charleston area for what would become the family site. They settled in Hanahan in 1960 and lived there until three years ago. Mary was a most loving wife, devoted mother, caring grandmother, and friend of many people. She earned a college degree from New York State University through classes and study in the Charleston area. During the early years of her marriage she worked briefly from time to time at Charleston AFB, the Naval Base and later with the Department of Mental Health in Columbia. In 1980 Mary was a campaign leader in her husband's successful campaign for the Statehouse. She later bought an 80-year old Dutch Colonial house in Columbia, S.C., and restored it to its original likeness. Much of the work she did personally and supervised the rest. Mary was a devoted viewer of the Discovery and Travel television channels and yearned to see many places around the world. After Archie retired in 1993, Mary and he traveled by car throughout the United States, Canada and Alaska. In 1994 they went to China and taught at Taishan Medical College, Tainan. Mary had approximately 200 college students in Basic English classes. Following this, Archie took Mary on a six months trip to foreign countries to visit some of the places she had seen in films and on TV. They drove across Western Australia in nine days, a trip many Aussies will never undertake. In 2003, they traveled to South Africa on a self-guided tour for two months and in 2005 made a trip to Malaysia. Mary was a member for many years of the Berkeley Hills Garden Club and worked hard in her home garden and on club projects. She enjoyed sitting in her swing on the back porch her husband constructed for her at their Hanahan home, especially in the spring and early summer, and taking in the beauty of the yard and nature in bloom. Mary is survived by her loving husband, Archie Archibald of Mt. Pleasant, SC; five children, Francis "Frank" X. Archibald, Jr. and his wife, Lisa, of McLean, VA, James E. Archibald and his wife, Lisbeth, of Arlington, VA, Patrick L. Archibald and his wife, Donna, of Goose Creek, SC, Martha Archibald of Goose Creek, SC and Wynn A. Godbold and her husband, Rett, of Myrtle Beach, SC; nine grandchildren, a sister, Bertha Westbury of Georgetown, S.C. and a brother Edward Cooper, Marietta, GA. She was preceded in death by her sister, Lee Benton. Mary was a convert to Catholicism in the early 1960s and a devoted communicant at Divine Redeemer Catholic Church in Hanahan. The Liturgy of Christian Burial will be celebrated in Rodenberg Hall, Franke at Seaside, 1885 Rifle Range Road, Mt. Pleasant on Saturday, January 1, 2011, at 1:00 p.m. with military honors. Her family invites all neighbors, friends and those who were touched by Mary's life to attend. Visitation will be held Friday, December 31, 2010, at J. HENRY STUHR MOUNT PLEASANT CHAPEL from 5:00 until 7:00 p.m. Final commitment will be private to the family. The family wishes to thank the staff at Skilled Nursing, Franke at Seaside, for the loving and caring they showed Mary while she was living there. Also, Hospice of Charleston was a big assist to the family in Mary's final days. Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to the Alzheimer's Association Alzheimer's Association Alzheimer's Association , 2090 Executive Hall Road, suite 130, Charleston, SC 29407. A memorial message may be sent to the family by visiting www.jhenrystuhr.com. Visit our guestbook at www.postandcourier.com/ deaths

Mary Frances Cooper Archibald, R.I.P.

2010-12-30T06:02:00.006-05:00

The Post & Courier
Charleston, SC
Thursday, December 30, 2010

ARCHIBALD, Mary Frances Cooper, of Mount Pleasant, wife of Francis X. Archibald, died Wednesday. Arrangements by Stuhr's Mount Pleasant Chapel.

(Full obituary to follow on Friday. Visitation at Stuhr's Mount Pleasant Chapel, Mathis Ferry Road, on Friday, December 31, 2010, from five to seven in the evening. Funeral Mass on Saturday, January 1, 2011, in Rodenberg Chapel, Franke at Seaside, 1885 Rifle Range Road, Mount Pleasant, SC, at one o'clock in the afternoon. Interment later will be private to the family.)

Note: This blog entry is primarily for friends and extended family outside the Mount Pleasant area, although the publication mechanism of necessity includes a wider audience.

A daugher's "feel good" blog

2010-12-25T12:28:00.002-05:00

This click here blog is written by my daughter and I am so proud of all she has become I want to share it with you. I hope you will enjoy it and click on the different headings (home, blog, testimonials, etc) to learn more about this remarkable woman and SC kindergarten teacher who loves her work.

DADT to end

2010-12-18T18:09:00.002-05:00

Newspapers report this afternoon the Congress has voted to end the "Don't Ask, "Don't Tell" discriminatory practices in the armed services. The bill goes to the President who is expected to sign it and then the Department of Defense will have to take action within 60 days for repeal to be final. Gays and lesbians will then be able to serve in the military without fear of persecution and prosecution. I believe this is only right.
When I was in the Air Force (1951-1959) two of my friends were kicked out of the service having been revealed as homosexuals. I never suspected either one of being gay and considered them along with the hundred others in our office loyal and hardworking members of the Air Force dedicated to serving our country in good times and bad.
Other nations since the days of the Roman Empire have had gays and lesbians in their service and now our country will join their ranks. We will still be the best damn military machine in the world today and tomorrow.

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Four out of five major newspapers endorse Sheheen

2010-10-31T16:32:00.003-04:00

Four out of five of the major newspapers in South Carolina have endorsed Sen. Vincent Sheheen for Governor. The fifth, The Post and Courier, Charleston, endorsed his opponent Rep. Vicki Haley.
The Greenville News, The Florence Morning News, and The Myrtle Beach Sun News endorsed Sheheen Sunday morning. Earlier The State, (Columbia), endorsed him.
Voting is Tuesday throughout South Carolina and everyone who is eligible and has not yet voted is urged to go to the polls on Tuesday.

The Rent is Too Damn High

2010-10-19T15:49:00.006-04:00

Jimmy McMillan of The Rent Is Too Damn High Party during the New York gubernatorial debate Monday.

On the question of same sex marriage, Mr. McMillan said anyone could marry a shoe as far as was concerned. He always answers his campaign phone in the same way: The Rent is Too Damn High. He is running for governor of New York.
You have to love this guy a little bit. BTW: He has $26.05 in his campaign fund.

The web site from hell

2010-09-17T15:23:00.003-04:00

Have you ever tried to use the US Postal Service web site for the second time? It has become the web site from hell. After several attempts to buy some stamps I gave up and contemplated going to the tallest building in Charleston, drinking a cup of hemlock, slicing my wrists and jumping off. Then I remembered I had to do my laundry.
I used the postal service web site some time ago to buy stamps. It was an easy task. Now, I wanted to buy some more. Since my first usage they have changed the criteria for passwords and even after they e-mailed me my old one and told me to use it their computer would not accept it. I tried to register as a new user but their computer rejected me because it already holds my name, address and, I suppose, date of my graduation from kindergarten.
It could be simple. Go to the site, select what you want, type in where to send the stamps, and tell them your credit card number. Why do they need everyone to register and to keep all this data on file until global warming destroys the planet? The postal service is not a secret nuclear military base.

Heated Warning

2010-09-12T20:08:00.003-04:00

Letter to the Editor
The Post & Courier
Charleston, SC
Published Sunday, Sept 12, 2010

Heated warning

Book burners would do well to recall that German philosopher Heinrich Heine wrote: "Whenever they burn books, they will also, in the end, burn human beings."

Francis X. Archibald
Franke Drive
Mount Pleasant

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2010-08-30T11:16:00.017-04:00

I am passing this along because it is another good deed done without any self-interest by the Southern Poverty Law Center. I hope you find it so.
Archie

From: Morris Dees

Southern Poverty Law Center

Aug. 30, 2010
Dear Friend,

I'm proud to tell you that we've settled the lawsuit we filed on behalf of Louise Marie Monroe, the widow of a black man who was shot to death by a police officer in Homer, Louisiana.

Bernard Monroe

Earlier this year, we filed a civil suit against the town of Homer, seeking damages for the wrongful death of Bernard Monroe. The 73-year-old retiree was enjoying a family reunion on Feb. 20, 2009, when two white police officers came onto his property. Our suit claimed that the police officers created a volatile situation when they chased Mr. Monroe's son into the family home and shot the young man in the back with a Taser gun.

During the commotion, Mr. Monroe went to check on Louise Marie, his wife of 49 years. As he was climbing his porch stairs, one of the police officers in his home shot him several times through the screen door. Because he had lost his voice to cancer, Mr. Monroe was unable to call out during the incident. The officers said they thought he had a gun; several witnesses said he did not.

The settlement will allow Bernard Monroe's family and the town of Homer to move forward from this terrible tragedy. The town's attorney, Jim Colvin, agrees that the settlement will help heal the community. "The town needs an opportunity to recover from this unfortunate event. This settlement is a key step in that healing process."

Because of the nature of the settlement, I'm not allowed to disclose the amount of the monetary damages, and the town did not admit liability. Both officers have left the police department.

One of Mr. Monroe's family members told me how grateful they all were for the SPLC's help, saying that "everyone we met at the Center was kind and considerate" and that the attorneys were "real people who cared about our family."

But we could never have won justice for Mr. Monroe's widow and family without your support. As you may know, the SPLC takes no portion of the damages we win for our clients. Your dedication to fighting injustice and intolerance enables us to take on cases like this. Please accept my personal thanks for standing with us in this important case and all the other work we do.

Sincerely,

Morris Dees
Founder, Southern Poverty Law Center

You can donate to the Southern Poverty Law Center online.

Or by mail:
Southern Poverty Law Center
400 Washington Ave.
Montgomery, AL 36104

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Building permit granted

2010-08-23T23:42:00.003-04:00

A friend sent this along earlier tonight:

I recently applied for a building permit for a new house.

It was going to be 100 ft tall and 400 ft wide with 9 gun turrets at
various heights and windows all over the place and a loud outside
entertainment sound system. It would have parking for 200 cars and I
was going to paint it dark green with pink trim.

The City Council told me to go to hell.

So I sent in the application again; but this time I called it a Mosque.

Work starts next Monday...

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Spies of the Balkans - A novel reviwed

2010-08-20T08:44:00.002-04:00

“The Salonika communications unit was at least indoors; having bivouacked in the local school along with other reservists. They’d stacked the chairs against the wall and slept on the floor. Dry, but bored. Each member of the unit had been armed for war by the issue of a blanket, a helmet, and a French Lebel rifle made in 1917. The captain took Zannis aside and said, ‘Ever fire one of these?’

‘No, never.’

‘Too bad. It would be good for you to practice, but we can’t spare the ammunition.’ He chambered a bullet, closed the bolt, and handed the weapon to Zannis. ‘It has a three-round tube. You work the bolt, look through the sight, find an Italian, and pull the trigger. It isn’t complicated.’”

This is one of the grim humorous passages in Alan Furst’s latest historical spy novel, Spies of the Balkans. The story incorporates Mussolini’s strutting invasion of Greece, to demonstrate his power and value to Hitler, but the Greeks drive his divisions back Albania and Hitler has to send his army to Greece.

As the events unfold Costas Zannis, a senior police official who works only special ‘political’ cases, finds himself being drawn into the lives and acts of spies, wives, lovers, and criminals from Turkey, Britain, Germany, and Bulgaria. He cautiously develops an escape route from Berlin to Salonika to Turkey.

The Underground Railroad in America, an informal network of secret routes and safe houses used by black slaves to escape to free states and Canada between 1850 and 1860, was a piece of cake compared to creating escape routes for Jews and others important to the Allies from Nazi Germany and the Gestapo. Being caught on the run in Europe meant death for those fleeing and anyone who helped them. Yet there were those who fled and those who stepped up to rescue them. Zannis is one of these rescuers and his actions put him on the Gestapo’s list of scores to settle.

Spies of the Balkans takes the reader on a suspenseful journey through the labyrinth of Eastern Europe in 1939-1940 and keeps the tension at a maximum peak as the Germans march into Greece. With all other routes closed Zannis reaches the Turkish border where, because he lacks a visa, he is told, “You will return to Greece.”

This is the 11th historical novel written by Alan Furst centered on spies, intelligence operations and ordinary people during the pivotal years 1933-1945. I have read them all and consider this one as enjoyable and engaging as the first one and all the others. His novels have been translated into seventeen languages.

(Furst, Alan, Spies of the Balkans, Random House, New York, 268 pages.)

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Intensify the fight against Alzheimer's

2010-08-18T13:45:00.002-04:00

Dear friends,

Alzheimer's disease steals the future from millions of Americans. It robs spouses of their companions and children of their parents and grandparents; it erodes the health and financial resources of caregivers.

I just signed a petition calling on Congress to make Alzheimer's disease a national priority. Will you add your voice?

http://www.alz.org/petition

Your signature will be delivered to Congress on September 21, 2010 World Alzheimer's Day.

Together, we can make Alzheimer's a national priority.

Thank you.

Archie
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How Millennial R U?

2010-08-15T10:23:00.007-04:00

On a Sunday morning when it continues to rain as it has since long before dawn I went to the Pew Research Center and looked at a few studies and issues currently under scrutiny. Among these was a short quiz, How Millennial Are You?
The quiz measures how much the quiz taker has in common with the Millennial generation, i.e those born since 1981. It also measures your standing with other groups: Silent generation (born 1928-1945), baby boomer (1946-1964), gen Xer (1965-1980).
I scored 52 which put me closer to the Millennial generation than any other group. My basic group, based on date of birth, would have been the silent generation and I was separated by 48 points from that group. The Pew researchers conclude that the higher your score, the more you have in common with the Millennial generation.
Who is to say if this is all good or bad one way or the other, but it does make me feel good to realize I am closer to the generation which will carve our future than tied to the past.
I also took the Science Knowledge Quiz and answered only eight out of twelve questions correctly. This tells me I need to spend more time watching PBS than HBO.
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Death toll - Letter to the Editor

2010-08-11T12:20:00.005-04:00

Published: August 11, 2010

July 31, 2010

Letters to the Editor
The Post & Courier
Charleston SC

Dear Sirs:

It is more important to keep the total cost of American lives lost in Afghanistan before the American people than it is to report the total number of failed banks in the U.S. this year.
The recent Associated Press story (Sat. July 31) "'Tough fighting' takes toll" shed light on monthly figures of servicemen and women killed in Afghanistan since the end of February but did not report how many brave American men and women (and other coalition forces) have been killed in this nine-year war.
Elsewhere in the paper it was reported that the Federal Deposit Insurance Corp. had a day earlier seized 3 more banks and that brought to a total of 106 banks which have failed in 2010.
I acknowledge it is highly likely, as the AP reported, "the rise in causalities is likely to erode support for the war in Washington and the capitals of the 45 other countries that provide troops" in Afghanistan. This happened in the Vietnam War. So be it. We at home need to constantly have before us the terrible cost of this nine-year war. Otherwise it will go on and on.

Sincerely,

/s/Francis X. Archibald

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Readers' responses

2010-08-10T11:25:00.011-04:00

Sometimes I get responses to a blog entry so fast it makes me think I touched a sensitive nerve. Such was the case on Sunday, August 6, when I blogged against some lawmakers expressing an inclination to change the Constitution (see below)to deny citizenship to children born in the United States of parents who are illegal immigrants. These were some of the early comments, in agreement with and opposed to my views, including a boilerplate response from Senator Lindsey Graham, (R-SC). (References to the baby refer to the picture which accompanied the blog entry. I alternated the typeface to make it easier to read.)

I am p....d off at Lindsay Graham also. I think he is a blockhead for supporting Kagan.
(Semi-retired businessman in Virginia.)

Just a quick line to applaud your latest. I spent an hour last night trying to prove Obama was born in the U.S. I always try to remember what my Dad use to say "sometimes the best revenge is to leave them stupid." Hang in there pal.
(SC Businessman)

I hope you sent this to those chowder heads!!
(Retired SC physician)

Thank you for taking the time to contact me. I appreciate the opportunity to hear from you.
In spite of the high volume of mail I receive daily, I look forward to reviewing your correspondence and providing a personal response as soon as possible.
As we continue our work in the 111th Congress, I look forward to supporting our troops in the War on Terror, repairing our economy and creating jobs, strengthening Social Security, lowering the tax burden on American families, and making the federal government more accountable and efficient.
Please do not hesitate to contact me if I may be of further assistance to you or your family, and if you need immediate assistance, please call my office at 202-224-5972. If your correspondence pertains to a scheduling request, please fax your request to (202) 224-3808.
Sincerely,
Lindsey Graham (U.S. Senator)

I am P......d too! Loved the PHOTO! Keep your COOL... (SC Lady)

Thanks again for your views and comments. I agree with you completely. I like the photo!
(Retired SC man)

If they are the children of illegal immigrants. they are illegal ,also. And I'm totally exasperated with that blockhead, Obama, who is burdening our children, grandchildren and ,probably, great, great, great grandchildren with enormous debt. I'm p****d off, too!!!!!!!!!!!!
(SC Lady)

Could not agree more. Lindsey Graham has made some courageous decisions to cross party lines but in this case I think he is simply seeking a gimmick to pander to the right. Love that baby!
(SC Lady)

Welcome to the club. All the guys you named should be out on the street as far as I am concerned, especially Graham. P.S. Moreover, I think this jerk pictures himself as President!
(Former federal employee)

Well, there ARE those of us who are NOT "blockhead" (I AM, after all, an ex-cop who feels just as strongly about cop killers and the like) but remain equally as pissed off at this "INVASION" of illegals into our...OUR...sovereign nation! Just because our gutless, inside-the-beltway, totally PC'd, so-called leaders (on both sides of the aisle) refuse to do what it'll take to stop this tidal wave of immigrants flooding over the border, doesn't (shouldn't) mean we cannot WISELY, in my view, amend things such that by sneaking across our border to "drop a kid" no longer REWARDS these illegals with granting their newborn fetuses with automatic, constitutionally protected US citizenship! That's NONSENSE and absolutely NOT in the spirit of what our Founding Fathers had in mind nor could've possibly foreseen the times we now face. The drain on our economy (ask California), the effect on our diminishing culture ("press one for English, two for SPANISH!!!), not to mention the dangerous ease of passage for WHOEVER wants to jump aboard this American bandwagon - - be their intentions good or evil (even draconian) - - is one of the biggest threats we face in my opinion. We OWE our children and grandchildren better...much better...than what we're leaving behind.
Just another point of view...from one who's actually made hundreds and hundreds of felony arrests in his day of the other criminal filth in this country you rightfully mentioned. There are American citizens down near the border, on US soil, being slaughtered by illegals involved with the Mexican drug cartels...I care more about THEM and THEIR constitutional rights than I do ANY of these ILLEGALS, who show none of us an ounce of respect nor regard for our sovereignty...and then laugh at us by hiding behind such an out-of-step, antiquated law and DEMAND their "rights???" That's crap and WHY the Founding Fathers established the process to amend things in the first place.
So, I do not consider as "blockheads" those you mention just because they wish to address - - LEGALLY - - an ever growing, serious problem!
(Retired federal employee)

I am totally exasperated with SC Senator Lindsey Graham. Yes, and just when he was about to get on my good side for supporting Elena Kagan! If we want to punish evil doers let's start with some real, honest-to-God criminals and not pick on new-born babies simply because moma and papa came across the Rio Grande to cut lawns in Southern California, wash dishes at Aspen, Colorado or pick tomatoes in South Carolina. What the h@^l makes us think it's "our" country, anyway - just because we had the good sense to pick 'mericans for parents? And . . . .if we could bother to send some agricultural, educational, economic and health care foreign aid to countries that really need it (not talking bombs and guns here), most people would be happy staying where they are, if there was a way to have a meaningful life!
Yeesh!
(A SC Lady in the ministry)

That's the problem that RR, GB 1, and GB 2 left us who care about exploitation, justice, and mercy. The Democrats cannot ignore those problems just because the Republicans care to. All of us have quite a few tigers by the tail. I, for one, sure as hell don't have the answer. It seems to me there a’int no quick fix.
(Retired college president)

This little baby expresses my sentiments exactly!!!
(Graduate of my High School)

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I am p****d off!

2010-08-08T11:21:00.004-04:00

I am totally exasperated with SC Senator Lindsey Graham, John McCain and the other blockheads for even thinking about changing the Constitution of the United States to deny citizenship to children born in this country to parents who are illegal immigrants.
Is it because they want to punish lawbreakers and lawbreaking? There is no question illegal immigrants are breaking the law? Here's a surprise. The penalty for such lawbreaking is six months for a first offense and two years for subsequent offenses.
If we are going to punish people for breaking the law let's start with some real SOBs: murderers, cop killers, burglars, rapists and the white collar criminals who steal people's retirement and wreck havoc through their shady dealings. Let's deny citizenship to the off-spring of these criminals. That will cut down on crime about as much as denying citizenship to the baby born of illegal immigrants will cut down on the number of illegal immigrants.
If we want to punish evil doers let's start with some real, honest-to-God criminals and not pick on new-born babies simply because moma and papa came across the Rio Grande to cut lawns in Southern California, wash dishes at Aspen, Colorado or pick tomatoes in South Carolina.
Get some damn common sense, Lindsey and John and the rest of you bloating blockheads.
I am p****d off!.

A bit over the top

2010-07-21T10:20:00.002-04:00

I believe it is a bit over the top for the government to send BP an $75,000 nonitemized bill for a one-day visit to the New Orleans crisis center by VP Joe Biden, as reported in The Wall Street Journal on-line edition, July 21.
I like Biden and he is a nice guy, but what did he actually contribute to solving the crisis besides bringing himself up to speed, something he could have done with a video conference at a cheaper price. (Disclaimer: I support this administration and am a former BP stockholder.)

It came in the mail

2010-07-08T15:38:00.005-04:00

Today I received a canvass survey document from the National Republican Congressional Committee asking my view "as a Republican leader" on 20 questions ranging from Obama and Nancy Pelosi's alleged "soft-on-defense, reckless spending, higher taxes, and expansive Big Government policies" to whether or not I believe it important "to remove Nancy Pelosi as Speaker of the House."
It cost the NRCC eight-cents to mail this survey to me, although in the part where they asked for money they said it would cost $11 to tabulate and process my survey.
They asked for this amount and another $100 so they could mail 211 more survey documents to registered Republicans.
On the oft-chance they might have hit the mother load they also had a place on the survey where I could checkoff and send $1,000, if I was so inclined. And of, course, if I wanted to, I could put this contribution on my credit card, (and probably earn frequent flier miles and pay 18% interest on the outstanding balance.)
Wouldn't you know it, however, this survey arrived just a few days after I had planned to send the same $1,000 to Nancy Peolsi to help her continue her sterling leadership in the House of Representatives.
As to the policies of the Obama administration, they may not all be 100% right or perfect but in the past two years they have been a breath of fresh air.
This canvass survey is so loaded with pre-judged, anti-Obama, anti-Democrat, unfair and biased questions that I checked the box saying I supported Peolsi and sent it back to the NRCC in their postage paid envelope. It will cost them about 49 cents to open that envelope.
(From my blog.)

A grandson's note to grandma

2010-07-03T15:05:00.004-04:00

Our grandson was graduated from high school in Myrtle Beach in June and like all grandparents we sent along a little something to commemorate the event. Our grandson then wrote the following note to his grandmother:

Dear Grandma and Pepaw,
I wish I could find the words to describe all of my emotions for the two of you. Since day one you have taken care of me and I will always remember that. When me and my mom would come and stay with ya'll that was when life was at its best. Everything was so simple and the only worry I had was when was grandma going to make dinner. I love you both very much and everything you have done will never be forgotten.
Love
Matthew

Clamp on Picnic Table Canopy

2010-06-22T12:23:00.009-04:00

Every once in a while you see a great idea and say, "wow." I had a "wow" moment today while looking at the on-line Hammacher Schlemmer catalog. It is a picnic table canopy. Here is the on-line description:

The Clamp On Picnic Table Canopy.

This portable canopy clamps to any rectangular wooden table and provides up to 75' sq. of shade. The unit's adjustable bracket clamps latch onto picnic tables, the three-piece frame sets up in seconds, and the canopy simply slides over the frame. The canopy tilts 20º in either direction, adjusts up to 9' high, and locks into place at the desired position. Made from a durable polyester fabric, the canopy filters the sun's UV rays and provides reliable shelter from rain. The powder coated steel frame, high impact injection molded connectors, and rip-stop canopy ensure years of reliable use. The entire unit folds to fit into the included duffel bag. Minor assembly. Fits tables 4' to 10' wide. Open: 58" H x 90" W x 120" L. (27 lbs.)
Item 11679
$129.95
Please allow 1-2 weeks for delivery.

Makes me wish I had a picnic table out in my backyard!

Spare me your "mercy"

2010-06-08T08:17:00.004-04:00

I believe most people today are like myself; poorly informed about gladiators. When I visited the Rome Colosseum a few years ago I found it much smaller than I had imagined in my mind. After all what I know about gladiators I learned from the silver screen and actors like Victor Mature, Kirk Douglas and Russell Crowe, all of whom vanquished large animals and brutes bigger than themselves, won their freedom and made off with some busty woman.
Thus, I was intrigued when I saw a headline in the local paper about a possible gladiator graveyard being uncovered in England. The article reported new forensic evidence suggests bones belonged to gladiators. It cited men larger than the average Roman, arm-muscle stress indicating possible weapons training at an early age, and carnivore marks on bones, all suggesting an arena connection. It was a shock to read that gladiators were often beheaded as an "act of mercy after suffering horrific injuries during their fights." You would hope they would have been given some hemlock or a tainted mushroom.

Get this message

2010-06-05T09:35:00.002-04:00

(Published June 5, 2010)

Letters to the Editor
The Post & Courier
Charleston, SC

Dear Sir

It was inspiring to read about the 830 students who graduated from MUSC into the health care field last week. I wish them all a lifetime of career satisfaction as they attend to the medical needs of their patients.
I recently sent a one-paragraph to a doctor whose name I omit out of courtesy. If the 830 were smart enough to graduate, they ought to be smart enough to get this message:

"Dear Dr. Name Omitted

"Today, Thursday, May 20, 2010, I arrived at your office with my wife, Mary Archibald, at 10:35 for a 10:50 appointment. At 11:30 we were still waiting in the outer office with the prospect of being there at least another hour. Two other patients had gone into the inner office ahead of us and neither had come out. A third patient was also ahead of us in the outer office. During this wait a drug rep came, was admitted to the inner office and left after about twenty minutes. Another person came delivering three large bags (it looked like lunch). All this time Mary was in her wheel chair. I know when she is tiring and the likelihood of another hour’s wait was obviously going to be too much for her. (I had picked her up at Franke’s Skilled Nursing unit at 10:15.) We left."

Sincerely,

/s/ Francis X. Archibald

(From my blog.)

Where to play the game

2010-05-26T11:01:00.006-04:00

Moderate weather fans were thrown a bone this week when the NFL announced the 2014 Super Bowl will be played in New Jersey.
On cue came the cries of the purists who believe that weather ought not to play a role in determining the outcome of the game. Since the first game was played back in 1968 the league has always chosen a warm climate – California, Florida, New Orleans, Atlanta - for the game.
The decision to play in New Jersey where the forecast for game day in 2014 is temperature in the low thirties, strong winds, and maybe snow, was in part a reward for the new stadium in New Jersey.
All of this is much ado about nothing. To really even things out for having favored warm weather teams these past 43 years the league should put the game in Green Bay.
Remember the NFL championship game between the Green Bay Packers and the Dallas Cowboys played on the frozen tundra on December 31, 1967, when the pre-game wind-chill was minus 70 degrees? By kickoff time knowledgeable weather men in Green Bay were on the plane to the Fijis. The stout-hearted were in Lambeau Field.
With a little over four minutes to play in the fourth quarter, Bart Starr started the Packers on a drive to the end zone 68 ice covered yards away.
Did the weather influence the game? Green Bay fans say, nah: ‘both teams had to play in the same conditions.’ Dallas fans respond: ‘that’s like saying the swimmer and shark were equal since they were both in the water.’
When Starr dove into the South end zone with 13 seconds on the clock his winning touchdown created one of the most memorable moments in NFL history for the Packers, Starr and the fans.
This is what football is all about. Regular season games are played in warm climates, moderate (for football anyway) places like New Jersey and Pittsburgh, and then where real men get tested: Green Bay, Wisconsin.
The Super Bowl ought to get the same billing.
(From my blog.)

Woody Woodpecker is alive and well

2010-05-25T07:54:00.002-04:00

Yesterday while walking from the dining room to my apartment building I heard a woodpecker. I paused and look up in a tree but did not see him. I took a few steps and heard him again and I stopped and looked. I thought he wants me to see him. After a minute or so I spotted him about 30 feet up the side of a tree. He commenced his rat-a-tat-rat-a-tat-rat-a-tat pecking as I stood there watching and listening. Then he moved about 90 degrees to a new position on tree but hit a soft spot and though his beak was moving in and out, or up and down, there was no noise. He flew away and I walked on to my apartment.
(From my blog.

Matterhorn – A tale of courage and survival

2010-05-23T11:57:00.001-04:00

It has been a long time since a novel was so compelling I hated to put in down and yearned to pick it up again as soon as I could. This is "Matterhorn." It has nothing to do with that fabled mountain in the Swiss Alps which attracts professional climbers every summer. It is a story about a hill in Vietnam that a company of Marines took, abandoned, and re-took in 1969.

I picked up this novel about the same time I was watching the ten-part HBO series "The Pacific," the heroic struggle of the United States Marines during World War II. I was struck by the similarities in both wars.

The author, Karl Marlantes, a graduate of Yale University and a Rhodes Scholar, served as a Marine in Vietnam. He was awarded the Navy Cross, the Bronze Star, two Navy Commendation medals for valor, two Purple Hearts and ten air medals. He brings to this first novel a wealth of first-hand experience about men in war. One wonders if Matterhorn is more auto-biographical than imaginary. In any event it ranks very high among the tales told of the Vietnam experience which I have read over the years. Marlantes says he worked on this, his first novel, for thirty years.

This gritty tale has been widely praised and nit-pickingly criticized. Some thought it over-written; others get hung-up on little things like explaining the military lingo in the narrative despite a glossary of weapons, technical terms, slang and jargon, in the back of the book. I did not find this distracting. To the contrary, it helps the uninformed understand immediately without having to flip back and forth.

The one thing I believe comes straight at you is the oft told tale about why men fight as they do in battle. They aren't fighting down on the ground in Vietnam for some noble purpose laid down by politicians back home (stop the spread of Communism) or by senior officers way behind the lines (body counts are a measure of progress); they are fighting for their lives and the man at their side.

The perspective of the "snuff" (a young Marine of low rank) is always going to be different from that of the career senior officers, "lifers" – quite often a derogatory term implying one who puts career, military rules and decorum above the welfare of the troops. In between these two groups are the young 2^nd lieutenants who live and die with the snuffs but are charged by their seniors to lead them to fight.

The battalion commander drinks too much for anyone in charge of troops and is quick off of the mark to find fault and suspect the worst. Marlantes gives us hope at the regiment and division level. The future is not addressed in the novel, but it is reasonable to expect that very shortly an officer's fitness report will put the battalion commander out to pasture.

In Vietnam this hierarchical system worked as it has for two-hundred years. It never is pretty, but the job gets done and young Americans rise to the occasion over and over again.

It is not going to happen but every American ought to read this tale and imagine himself in the First Squad, First Platoon. Matterhorn will not be a novel you will quit on half-way through. To do so would be deserting the boys in the sweltering mountains and jungle of Vietnam.

Why Youth Join al-Qaeda

2010-05-11T17:25:00.007-04:00

The recent bombing attempt in Times Square has renewed questions about what motivates young people to join violent extremist groups. In a new Special Report, United States Institute of Peace Senior Fellow Col. John M. "Matt" Venhaus examines how the terrorist group al-Qaeda recruits young people, who signs up and why, and ways to prevent al-Qaeda from growing its ranks.
Read the Special Report
Click on the Download Now link beneath the image of the report (on the USIP site) or read the summary on the opening page.
(From my blog.)

Shopping at The Pig

2010-05-01T12:44:00.006-04:00

In the days when Jesus trod the earth many men drank wine from goatskins. The richer ones had urns which they sometimes filled with water and we all know what happened at that wedding feast. Later on came bottles and real corks, most of which came from Portugal. Enterprising people took this a step further and introduced plastic corks. Time moves on and wine today is being sold in cardboard boxes equal to four 750 liter bottles. It is claimed the wine will stay fresh for a month after being opened. (I guess this is a natural progression to being able to have dog food delivered to our doors.)

If you pass on the wine in the cardboard box, as I did after picking up some apples and bananas at The Pig in Seaside Shoppes, watch yourself at the register, or better yet check the register receipt. I shopped on Saturday. My bill came to over $12. After putting the food away at home I looked a bit closer at the receipt and thought that was a lot of money for three items (I also bought some cow's milk). The apples cost $8.74. WHOA, wait a minute. I didn't buy that many. I got out the scale I use to weigh kilos of coke (that's an attempted funny, don't call the DEA) and had about 20 ounces of apples. Having learned elementary math at the hands of Miss Seed in the Hugh J. Molloy school, I returned to The Pig. The customer service rep weighed the apples and gave me a refund of $5.66. I asked what he intended to do about the scale and register where I checked out and he said "they are OK. The checkout girl probably leaned on the scale" and he would speak to her about it. And since my cash back was over $5 would I please sign the chit he put before me.

How the government spends some of your money

2010-04-20T18:46:00.008-04:00

At one time or another we all wonder about how the government is spending our money. A portion of that money goes to maintaining and operating the FBI in Washington, across the country and in some foreign lands where we have embassies. One way to get an idea of what you are receiving for your money is to go to www.fbi.gov/ and look in the left hand column. You will find links to receive daily e-mail updates from the Bureau covering activities throughout the country and you can submit your e-mail address for press releases from the Columbia, SC, office (or other field offices in areas you are interested in). The daily e-mails come bullet-like with a summary of the issue and a link to the details. I have looked at these for a few weeks now and find them as interesting as any news magazine I read. One category of crime that surprises me is "public corruption" which gets much attention from the Bureau because of its effect on citizen respect for government, as well as betrayal of public trust for money or other favors. (Corrected copy.)

How not to dress for a flight

2010-04-19T11:32:00.001-04:00

Michael Lombardi runs a financial investment in New York and threw a personal gripe into a recent e-mail that hit home with me and I want to pass it along:

“My gripe today may be a silly one, but I want to share it with my readers anyway.
“Back in the 1950s, 1960s and even for the majority of the 1970s, men would wear suits to work, women would wear dresses.
“(Remember The Dick Van Dyke Show or The Lucy Show. The men would come home from work in suits and wear them around the house until they went to bed, while women would wear dresses.)
“Putting work and the office aside, people originally dressed up to go onto an airplane. As a frequent traveler, I've become quite disgusted (sorry for the hard words) about how people dress on an airplane these days. I don't want to sit next to someone (male or female) who is wearing
“flip flops on a plane. Nor do I want to sit next to a man wearing short pants and an undershirt or a woman wearing a tank top, shorts and sun glasses.
“Sure, society has changed and dress today is much more casual. And while I don't expect people to get "dressed up" to go onto a flight, I do expect people to have respect for the way they present themselves and for their fellow passengers. I'm all for being ‘comfy’ on an airplane, but I have a big problem with people dressing as if the plane is a stepping stone to the beach or the gym.”

(From my blog.)

Sovereign Citizen Movement

2010-04-14T11:43:00.007-04:00

Sovereign citizens "believe that even though they physically reside in this country, they are separate or 'sovereign' from the United States."They believe they don't have to pay taxes, can ignore the courts and thumb their noses at practically every organ of government federal, state and local. The FBI has released a summary of this movement in the United States and I found it interesting to say the least. They have even gone so far as to create their own license plates, some of which are shown in an FBI photo.
(From my blog.)

Madam Speaker…

2010-04-01T12:17:00.000-04:00

Gavin Newsome, Mayor of San Francisco

According to news reports House Speaker Nancy Pelosi is the Republican Party’s top target, but the only way they can kick her out of the speaker’s office is to take control of the Congress in November.

Mrs. Pelosi got 72 percent of the vote in her District in 2008. San Francisco is her home base and the mayor of that city by the sea said on Bill Maher’s show a couple of weeks ago that his city already has a health plan in place which mirrors the bill passed by the Congress in March which has stirred up so much opposition in the GOP.

The main reason they have betting windows at race tracks is because people disagree on who is going to win. As of now, I believe Mrs. Pelosi will be with us as Speaker of the House in the 2011-2012 term. Political buffs stayed turned.

(From my blog.)

10 Ways Health Care may affect your taxes

2010-03-26T21:59:00.005-04:00

This is a link to Market Watch, a respectable and reliable source of information concerning finances at all levels. It outlines how the recently enacted Health Care legislation may affect your and my taxes.
(From my blog.)

hh gregg – research before you go

2010-03-19T19:14:00.001-04:00

Two or three times a week there is an insert in the local paper touting low prices at hh gregg, appliances and electronics. This may not always be the case. Today at the local store I bought a Free Agent/Go Dock to hold my external disc drive for $19.99.

A short time later I was in the Best Buy store and found the same product for $4.99. I bought one there also and later returned the first one to hhgregg.

I am not sure how you explain such a price differential but it obviously pays to have some idea of what something costs before you shop.

(See my complete blog.)

Cleaning the refrigertor

2010-02-24T12:46:00.006-05:00

Anjali Athavaley wrote in the fourth section of The Wall Street Journal, February 24, 2010, (“Why Won’t Anyone Clean Me?”) about how most Americans clean their refrigerators only once or twice a year and how refrigerator manufacturers are trying to make their new appliances a weapon in the fight against dirty kitchens.
It came as a shock to me that most Americans actually clean their refrigerator twice a year. I have been in my Man Cave for two years and have not cleaned my refrigerator once. During the 55 or so years my wife and I shared a home I am sure she cleaned our refrigerator regularly, at least I never found reason to complain. Of course, when you have five children at home there not much food that lingers long enough in a refrigerator to resemble “science projects” or cause bacteria problems. (My wife now lives in a nursing home and I am in my second period of bachelorhood, the first being the time between when I left home to enter the Air Force and when I married.)
A cleaning service comes to my apartment weekly and does the necessary, but things like refrigerators are a special service and separate arrangements must be made. My good intentions to get this done seem to disappear in the time it takes to close the refrigerator and put the task out of sight. After reading Miss Athavaley’s article this morning I was determined to get in there and “clean and sanitize.” I put on some old pants and shoes and went to work.
First, I emptied all the food out of the refrigerator and stacked it on the counter and stove top in the kitchen. I don’t keep a lot of food as I take most of my meals in the dining room of the retirement community where I live, or I eat elsewhere. (Occasionally, falling back on “the kindness of strangers.”) As I pulled each item I gave it the smell test and looked it over carefully for signs of something that might cure the H1N1 virus.
Then I commenced to take out all the shelves, compartments and humidity controlled containers. I washed each of these pieces in the kitchen sick with hot water and detergent and as I did so I put them on towels I had laid out on the dinette table and leather sofa to air dry. It surprised me how easily all these parts came out and it later surprised me even more that they all went back in.
When it came time to restore the food I carefully noted the advice in the article and put the condiments on the door shelf (the warmest part of the refrigerator and not the place for the milk carton). I only have one potato, an apple and three oranges that are likely to spoil if they are still around on Labor Day but I put them front where I will see every time I open the door. I looked at the “use by dates” and chucked a couple of items into the trash.
All in all it was not a time consuming task, nor something beyond a man with only a Masters degree in international relations. I did the job in about an hour and took some pictures as I went along in case I am compelled to prove that I cleaned my refrigerator during the 21st Century. I suspect that when some congress person(s) read the article there will be an attempt to create a refrigerator police force. Such is the way of life.
(From my blog.)

Duke, we miss you

2010-02-22T17:18:00.001-05:00

I can hardly wait for May to arrive. AMC and other movie channels usually run a month long tribute to John Wayne by showing his movies over again. The Duke died in 1979 so many of these films are dated and you know the outcome. The Duke is always the good guy and right away you can spot the bad guys. This desire for a nostalgic moment (or month of such moments) is propelled by the two last films I have chosen to watch.

One was Lorna’s Silence: the story of an Albania girl who enters into a sham marriage to a Belgian drug dealer to get Belgium citizenship so she can get a license to open a snack bar. At the end she is running for her life and hiding in a cold shack in a forest somewhere between Belgium and Albania laying on a simple wooden bench and whispering to the non-existent child she imagines is in her womb.

The second film is Shutter Island, the Scorsese film which took in the most money at the box office this week. In this one a US Marshal arrives at an asylum for the criminally insane on this island off the coast of Boston to investigate the disappearance of an inmate – or a patient, as the staff likes to refer to them – and winds up quietly heading for a lighthouse on the island where the doctor and staff will perform a lobotomy on him.

Let’s just say these films were not my cup of tea and I like the simpler world of the Duke.

Marsh walk, Mt Pleasant SC

2010-02-20T16:49:00.001-05:00

This is a link to some pictures I took today at the recently opened Mt Pleasant marsh walk near the Water Works Department on Rifle Range Road. There is also a dog park which has two fenced areas, one for large dogs and one for small dogs. Along the way to the marsh we met some people and dogs enjoying the warmer weather and the great view from the marsh. Parking is close by the entrance to this site. It is on a driveway between the Water Works and the new Mamie Whiteside school under construction. It makes a nice outing.

(Click on the above link to see the pictures).

(From my blog.)

Health care died in 2010

2010-02-11T12:09:00.001-05:00

The sweeping improvement to health care in America envisioned by the Obama administration a year ago is dead. Its lengthy life killed it.

President Obama and his advisors looked back at the fate of President Clinton’s health initiative. President Clinton sent his wife up to Congress with a detailed master plan. When it arrived it hung there like a piñata at a Cinco de Mayo festival in a Juarez saloon where three kinds of people waited to bash it: the nearly drunk, the drunk and those who couldn’t even hang on to the floor. To avoid a similar fate, the new administration’s reasoning went, let’s allow Congress to write a bill around some goals advanced by President Obama. Well, that hasn’t worked either.

Having taken over the government in 2009, the really liberal Democrats in Congress (who never face serious Republican challenges back home) drafted a bill with every wish and wet dream idea they ever had in it. The Democrats from states where they depended on Republican cross voting to get elected balked at some of these ideas, not that they weren’t good. They were just too risky for some Democrats. Meanwhile, the Republicans got together and decided they would not support anything – even a 21st Century version of the miracle of the loaves and fishes – not even if they could put their hand into Jesus’ side.

Over in the Senate the Democratic majority that could push a proposal through dithered too damn long and then the great Liberal Lion, Ted Kennedy, died. What could have been the strongest voice for health care reform was silenced. The one man who might have brokered a deal, as sick as he was, with a few Republicans was gone from the Senate scene.

Then the seat held by Senator Kennedy was given to a Republican by the Massachusetts voters and the chances for health care reform began to really slide down hill. In the end, the proponents wanted and expected too much, the administration plan to let the Congress draft the bill has turned out to be a mistake and the refusal of the Republicans in Congress to come to the table in any collegial manner finally scuttled the whole idea of imaginative health care reform. If anything comes out in 2010 it will be a watered down version of the great dream. The 35 million uncovered Americans will remain uncovered. There may be tinkering around the edges but in the long run insurers will make more money and consumers will pay higher premiums.

(From my blog.)

Goodbye Charlie, Thanks for your work

2010-02-10T16:56:00.004-05:00

Charlie Wilson, a 12-term congressman from Texas, has died at the age of 76. While he was in Congress he was a one-man dollar resource assault team against the Soviets in Afghanistan. There is a book and later a movie, Charlie Wilson's War, which tell the story of how an obscure playboy congressman (Tom Hanks played Wilson) from Texas single-handedly got the Congress to funnel millions of dollars to the mujahideen and Afghan "freedom fighters" to fight and ultimately defeat the Soviets during the 1980s. Some say now that weapons funded by Wilson and the CIA are being used against us in Afghanistan, but that is Monday-morning quarterbacking. The fact is that Wilson's efforts led to the defeat of the Soviets and forced them to give up in Afghanistan. It had the unintended consequence of awaking dreams and visions of Islam, but that not ought to be held against Charlie.

If you haven't see the excellent movie it is available on DVD at most of the usual outlets and is occasionally seen on movie channels. With Wilson's death you might look for it to be re-run several times over the next week or two.

The book, written by George Crile, is similarly available at most of the usual outlets. It is a fascinating read. I actually saw the movie first and then bought and read the book. The story is that compelling.

Charlie Wilson is the only outsider ever recognized by the CIA as "honored colleague." He was truly one of the good guys.

Sanford saga

2010-02-10T15:14:00.001-05:00

Letters to the Editor
The Post & Courier
Charleston, SC
Dear Sirs:
Drucilla Barker, director of women and gender studies at USC, hit the nail on the head regarding Jenny Sanford's book on her life, failed marriage and divorce from the governor.

This sadly miserable tale, like a few others involving rich celebrities in recent years, continues to play out only because of the wealth and resources available to Mrs. Sanford.

There are thousands of women, and some men, across this country who divorce every year because of infidelity and other reasons and we hear little or nothing from them or about them, only the statistics about the divorce rate.

Through the Internet, for example, I learned that for the 12 months ending in April 2009, 34 percent of marriages ended in divorce. Enough of the Sanfords.

/s/ Francis X. Archibald

(Published February 10, 2010)

(This is from my blog.)

You’ve got mail

2010-01-27T19:32:00.001-05:00

On a lark about six days ago I decided to count the pieces of unsolicited mail I received over the next week. Leading the way were 19 offers to sell me something, 13 requests for donations to charities and 7 offers to subscribe to publications. Clearly these 39 unsolicited mailings outnumbered the pieces of mail and magazines I already subscribe to.

My mail is not unusual, according to comments made in the lobby by other residents of my 35 unit apartment house. One lady said all she ever gets is “pay me, buy me, give me” mail and wonders how the senders got her name. I wonder the same thing. Did someone get a copy of the directory for our retirement community? If so, how? Holders of the directory are requested not to make copies nor share the contents with outsiders.

I have briefly considered writing “Return to Sender,” and adding either “Addressee deceased” or “Moved, left no address” but the next piece of unsolicited mail will simply be addressed to “Occupant.” I think I will just continue to toss the unwanted mail in the recycle bin and get on with my life.

(This is from my larger BLOG.)

God does not carry a 220 year old grudge!

2010-01-13T23:03:00.001-05:00

The earthquake in Haiti is, according to TV evangelist Pat Robertson, God getting even for a pact Haitians made with the devil in 1791. Legend has it that 220 years ago some Haitians led by slaves revolted against French rule and made a pact with the devil to serve him if he got them out from under the French.

Haiti is the poorest nation in the Western Hemisphere and possible anywhere in the world. Even an old testament vengeful God would consider this sufficient punishment for nine million people who today live in abject poverty and who have never known anything better. He would not have to send them an earthquake to make his point. On top of which none of these nine million souls were around when the alleged pact was made with Satan.

I do not believe natural disasters occur because God gets up one day on the wrong side of the bed and decides to even scores. It is not necessary to understand all the forces of nature which must come into play for disasters to occur. Suffice it to say they happen and they are called natural disasters, be they earthquakes, hurricanes, tornadoes, plagues, landslides. These things are not, in my opinion, the messenger of the Lord.

Anyway, forget about the loony characterizations of the Rev. Robertson and find some way to send a bit of help to some charity trying to alleviate the terrible effect of this disaster in Haiti. The God I know will not punish you for being an accessory after the fact to a 220 year old pact with the devil.

(This is an extract from my blog.)

Some stars will be sadly added

2010-01-05T16:41:00.001-05:00

Sometime later this year seven stars will be added to the CIA Memorial Wall honoring the men and women who died in Afghanistan this past week. Their bodies were returned to the United States on Monday, arriving at Dover AFB, the scene of the return of so many other Americans who have died in the line of duty. Following are some notes about the CIA Memorial Wall:

THE CIA MEMORIAL WALL – Langley, Virginia
The Memorial Wall is on the north wall of the Original Headquarters Building lobby. This wall of 90 stars stands as a silent, simple memorial to those CIA officers who
have made the ultimate sacrifice. Above the stars, a simple inscription reads: "In honor of those members of the Central Intelligence Agency who gave their lives in
the service of their country." The Memorial Wall was commissioned by the CIA Fine Arts Commission in May 1973 and sculpted by Harold Vogel in July 1974.
Below the Memorial Wall sits the glass encased "Book of Honor." It lists the names of 55 officers who died while serving their country. The names of the remaining 35 officers must remain secret, even in death; each of these officers is remembered in the book by a star. This wall memorializes those men and women who served and sacrificed in silence.

Getting blog writer updated

2010-01-04T19:13:00.001-05:00

This is an informational blog – I am using a new application to help craft blog entries and hope that you receiving this will not be an undue intrusion. I am including a picture taken in early December 2009 when one of our fine dining room staff was leaving to pursue her new career in nursing. Well done Tameka!

Archie

Life's little problems

2010-01-01T17:02:00.005-05:00

On a Sunday I bought an overcoat in a large Southern chain store. Sleeves needed to be shortened a tad and the coat would “go to the tailor on Monday. Be ready after four on Thursday.” I could not get back on Thursday and Friday was New Year’s Day so I telephoned to see if the store was open. It was. And the lady answering the phone said she would check on my coat and call me back. Thirty minutes later she called and said the coat was ready to be picked up. “Come to the customer service desk.” I drove to the store and went to the customer service desk. My coat is not there and I have to go down the aisle, turn right and go to another customer service desk. Off I go. At this desk a clerk is closing a sale of three nylon panties to a rather large woman who wants 15% off as promised in some newspaper coupon she presents. That takes another minute or two and my mind wanders as to how this woman would look in those panties. I repress the image and present my claim ticket to the clerk. This is not the customer service desk that handles such and I must go back down to the end of the aisle. At this third customer service desk my ticket is presented again and the clerk disappears into the back room somewhere. Other customers arrive and want to check out but are dismayed to find the customer service desk not staffed. “She will be back in a moment,” I tell them reassuringly. “She went to get my coat.” The clerk returns empty-handed and says maybe it is in a fourth customer service station and she will go there and check. I say that I will do it and she should stay at her work station and help these other customers. (After all we are trying to cooperate with President Obama and get the national economy moving and every little bit helps.) On to number four I go. By now I have almost made a 360 degree sweep of the store. At number four a clerk is finishing up a sale and then he turns to me. I present my ticket and he ponders it for a moment and then reaches over to a large garment in a plastic bag tied in a knot at the bottom (a security measure so shoplifters can’t stick a second item in a bag). The ticket I presented matches the ticket on the bag and off I go with the sound of “Thank you, sir, and Happy New Year” ringing in my ears. I arrive home, hang the bag on a door hook and untie the knot at the bottom. I remove the coat from the plastic bag. I put on a casual sport coat and then don my new overcoat. Look at myself in the mirror and am pleased with the whole effect. After all, I got a greatly reduced price on fine coat. And then the perfect moment is shattered. The coat still has a plastic security (see picture) tag attached. This is supposed to set off an alarm if someone tries to leave the store with such a tag in place. But no alarm went off when I left the store. I examine the tag. It is a rectangular plastic tag on one side and a pin has been inserted through the garment and is secured with a plastic round button like tag on the inside. Tampering with this tag is guaranteed to ruin the garment. I tried to twist and pull the button off at the same time, which sometimes works but not for me. I thought about the problem for a minute or two and then reasoned there have been a lot of people between Adam and Eve and myself so this might not be a new problem. I Googled the question of removing clothing security tags and was shocked to find out dozens and dozens of people have had this stupid problem. There were young girls literally in tears who had prom dresses, men with suits, some who lived out in the New York suburbs and dreaded going back into Manhattan to get the tag removed. One earlier victim suggested wearing the garment with the security tag and starting a new fashion statement. People reported using hammers, flat head screwdrivers and pliers to deal with the problem, some of which resulted in damaging the garment. Another suggested going to a store close to your home and ask them to remove the tag. This approach is iffy because they might not have the correct tool and the explanation process could generate more questions and an extended hassle. So I returned to the store where I bought the coat to have the tag removed by the clerk who gave me the package in the first place. I was not a happy camper, not even when he apologized and informed me that the sales lady who sold me the coat last Sunday was the one who should have removed the tag.

What a voice

2009-12-30T11:13:00.004-05:00

Over 35 million viewers have seen this YouTube video of Susan Boyle but she is one of my favorite singers of the decade. I am passing on this link to a remarkable short video so that everyone can enjoy ( or re-enjoy) the moment. I bought several copies of her first CD in early December and sent them to each of my children and a couple of close friends. Ms. Boyle is currently touring Japan where I am sure she will be well received.
(This is from my blog.)

Looking back and forward

2009-12-27T10:04:00.003-05:00

To say that 2009 was a tumultuous, momentous year for all of us is somehow not enough to describe how we are as we enter the second decade of the 21st century. Some good things happened in 2009, on a personal and family level and on a collective level with our fellow residents on this planet. Our family was accident free throughout the year, albeit we had our share of visits to doctors and hospitals. We are healthy and alive going into 2010, although the Matriarch resides in Skilled Nursing. We had some unemployment but this has been corrected as the year comes to an end. We had a small amount of success with investments, managing our money and meeting high costs in a tough economic year. The young people have done well in school and are growing in wonderful ways. We intensified friendships and fought off loneliness and discouragement; we have bright hopes for the future. Our search for pleasure and entertainment was satiated through good movies, TV and books, as well as associations with friends in group meetings, social settings and visits to local sites. We had some wins and losses in sports but we convince (or delude) ourselves 2010 will somehow be better. It is called living the dream. After all it took 85 years to win another World Series in Boston!
For our country, we inaugurated a new President and handed him a plate full of problems and opportunities. All things considered he has done well and his team steered the country through rough financial waters; the economy is picking up. The good people in the land have risen to the occasion and the naysayers have not carried the day. The nation remains at war in lands far away from our shores and thousands of brave men and women are out there defending us here at home. If there is a discordant note it is that these men and women are bearing the sacrifice, while at home we refuse to impose a war tax which would share the burden and reduce the debt. The New Year will see improvements in health care for most Americans; we cannot predict the final costs in terms of dollars but somehow Americans will muddle through. For more than two centuries “ican” has been a part of Americans.
In our state and local communities we face tough times and tough choices. Again, the resilience of our people will stand us in good stead. Major breakthroughs in job creation are already announced and spirits are on the rise. Practically everywhere men, women and children, are optimistic and looking forward to personal and collective opportunities and growth.
It is a good time to be alive in our family, in our country and in South Carolina.

They are at it again....

2009-12-22T13:52:00.007-05:00

The prophets of doom and gloom who delight in knocking Congress and irritating the old people are out and about this Christmas season spreading lies and damn lies. The latest comes in an e-mail message, where the originator's identify has been stripped, claiming that the U.S. House and Senate have voted themselves thousand dollar pay increases for 2010 and social security recipients will not be getting a token cost of living increase. Furthermore, these false prophets said Medicare is going to $142.80 next year (currently $96.50).
I get so tired of this elder abuse so I checked this out. I went to Factcheck.com and learned "this claim is so far off the mark that it simply beggars belief. The claim is false. The fact is that Congress voted in March to give itself a zero pay raise in 2010. The language is in Public Law 111-8, the Omnibus Appropriation Act for the current fiscal year, which was signed March 11. Tucked away at the very end of the 466-page spending bill is the following language:

"It says quite simply that the automatic cost-of-living increase that might have gone into effect for members of the House and Senate in January "shall not take effect."

As to Medicare, I got a notice last week about my social security benefits for 2010 and it does not show any increase in Medicare costs for either my wife or myself.

I am off Twizzlers forever

2009-12-20T08:27:00.007-05:00

I am thinking I should stay away from red licorice in the evening. Last night I had dinner in the Franke Bistro with a neighbor and her grand-daughter. It was a pleasant event as the grand lived in Geneva, New York, where I spent 1951-1953 while I was stationed at Sampson AFB. Later I watched the Dallas-New Orleans game and came away grateful that I am not into sports betting as I would have lost my shirt. Who thought Dallas, with several recent years of meltdowns in December, would beat New Orleans which was trying to go 14-0? During the game I chewed on three strawberry twists (red licorice sticks) and judging by the dream I had later I wonder if they were laced with LSD or did I pick up a package of peyote at the local grocers? You know what peyote is? That's what Tonto used to chew at night when he sat around the campfire drying the Long Ranger's underwear by hanging it on a stick over the campfire. When Tonto took an early retirement buyout and social security, he told Johnny Carson that after 30 years of cooking meals and washing the masked man's underwear he had enough. But I digress. Back to the dream. I was somewhere about 30 miles North of Charleston with my Lincoln Towncar. Some big bozo in a leather jacket was driving. I know not why. We were stopped and I was standing outside the car. A woman friend was there, but she eventually disappeared. A young woman dressed in yellow and nursing a baby came up to me and asked for a ride to Belvedere Court in a city where I used to live. I stared at her for a minute and saw she had a big clear plastic bag tied around her neck and draped over her breasts. It was full of milk and had a big nipple in the center of it. This is where the baby nursed. I wondered if she had any breasts but she and my lady friend told me this was the new age. Mothers pumped milk from their breasts and stored it in a bag so the baby could be nursed on its schedule without inconveniencing mom. I asked: "Where is this baby's father?" "He is in Iraq." "What is he doing there?" "He is in the army." "Ours or theirs?" I will pay you for the ride she said, and I said get in the car. I opened the back door and my oldest daughter was sitting there not saying a word. About this time my woman friend disappeared and a heavy set young lady showed up in the dream. She also wanted a ride. The car is big but this strange and large guy was under the wheel and I was taking the up front passenger seat. There is not a lot of room left I said. The heavy set girl started to cry so I told her to go around the other side and get in the back. So there we were going down the road. We were getting low on gas but I said we had enough. The next thing I woke up on a bed in the room I slept in as a young boy. The bozo was on the bed next to me sleeping. I don't know where my daughter, the nursing mother, the child, and the fat young lady were. The bozo woke up, embraced me and wanted to give me some investing advice; he was against a couple of Charleston investments I was considering. I shoved him away and told him to get off the bed. Then the early morning light was coming through the wooden venetian blinds in my room. That's when I decided no more Twizzlers (red licorice) in the evening.

Thanks for your prayers

2009-12-17T08:54:00.002-05:00

Last night I had a discussion with The Big Guy. He came to me as I was dropping off to sleep and he sure was crabby. He called me a schmuck and asked, “What’s the matter with you?” And he didn’t give me a chance to respond before he continued. “All day long I’ve been bombarded with prayers, incantations, begging, beseeching, pestering, and soliciting - all up and down the east coast from Florida to New Hampshire and Massachusetts. I even heard from your sister in California. Some people in Northern Virginia took time away from their national security work to put in a good word for you. And then it picked up in Myrtle Beach and Mt. Pleasant. Mt. Pleasant alone was enough to cause a near meltdown in the heavenly computer center. All kinds of people who live near you, a lot of women and some men, children, black and white, all on my case on your behalf. Active and retired Lutheran ministers (and by the way I had you in the Roman Catholic catalog) got into it. Around noon Matthew came to see me. He was acting for Luke who is off in Brussels with those Microsoft people celebrating the European Union dropping the browser monopoly charges that have been on the front burner for a couple of years. I put Luke in charge of information technology because he is the best educated of the apostles. He was a doctor and historian, as I hope you remember from your bible study classes. You schmuck. At first I thought it was those other schmucks at Notre dame looking for a coach who could win ten games a year, five years running. I told Matthew I sent them a good Catholic coach from Massachusetts with a sterling record. Then he told me it was you. I was having a latte with Mary Magdalene and we were reminiscing over old times, especially that last supper where she was beside me on my right side at the table. Didn’t I put you and your health problems in one of the best hospitals in the eastern half of the United States? And didn’t I give you a world class surgeon? And then you still have all these people bothering me at the busiest time of the year. Matthew told me that if the pressure did not subside the system would overload and fail. He said that millions of children would not be able to get through with their requests for Christmas. Dreams of toys, dogs and jobs for dad would not be received. We put in a call to Luke and asked him for a recommendation. He said originally the surgeon was going to keep you overnight in the hospital because you got a pacemaker in October and he wanted to keep an eye on you. Luke said this was unnecessary, that your heart was in good shape and we should suggest to the surgeon that he send you home a couple of hours after the surgery. Luke stressed that we should only make this as a suggestion because doctors like to be in charge. Your Guardian Angel told me two of that brood of children you have were on hand to take you home and you would not have to walk from Charleston to Mt. Pleasant, so we planted the ‘send him home’ seed. Unless it is a real emergency I don’t want to hear from you again before Christmas, unless you want to send a “thank you” - that is always in order.”
(This is from my blog at http://archibaldinsc.blogspot.com)

How Warren Buffett helped me earn a dollar

2009-12-12T10:21:00.021-05:00

About a month ago I turned on my computer early one morning and brought up the Scottrade ticker showing my stock interests. One of my stocks, Burlington Northern railroad, showed a pre-market price $20 higher than the closing a day earlier. (I had a few shores of this because Warren Buffett held a lot of shares). The higher price was a computer glitch, surely, and planned to call the brokerage firm but it was early so I did a news check. To my surprise, Warren Buffett had announced during the night he would buy all of BN that he didn't already own and the stock jumped like it was on steroids. I never had a stock jump $20 in one day. I sold it pre-market, took my profit and said a silent prayer of thanks to the Sage of Omaha. All of this only heightened the interest I had in a lengthy Wall Street Journal story today about Mr. Buffett. Mr. Buffett said, among other things, that in this past year of investing dangerously he had looked "into the abyss," and some of the best decisions he made were deals he didn't do. The small investor (and I am minuscule dabbler: i.e. smaller than small) can't touch a share of Mr. Buffett's stock ($99,000 per share for Class A and $3300 a share Class B) but you can look at him from time to time and smile when he does something that puts money in your pocket.
(This is from my blog available here.)

Roper ER

2009-12-08T10:16:00.002-05:00

December 8, 2009

Administrator
Roper Hospital
316 Calhoun Street
Charleston SC 29401

Dear Sir:

I need to tell you about two of your nurses in the ER, Tiffen and Ashley, who worked as a team yesterday, December 7, 2009. From the moment I reached the ER by ambulance around noon-time I was given first-class treatment by everyone concerned, including Dr. Clarkson, who was as fine a caring doctor as I could hope for. He was not a man in a hurry to the next case. I was his case.

Tiffen and Ashley worked over and on me until after seven in the evening on a painful (not to be helped) and ugly necessary procedure. They never once complained and throughout were solicitous of my well-being. They were highly professional in every sense of the word, and exhibited such personal compassion and empathy toward me that I came home thanking God I had met them. Believe me they are the best ambassadors for Roper and I hope everyone there appreciates what they bring to the table of medicine in your ER. If you need an endorsement of the staff of your ER, I am your man.

Please convey my heartfelt thanks and appreciation to everyone in the ER and especially Dr. Clarkson, Tiffen and Ashley.

Sincerely,

Francis X. Archibald
(This is from my blog (htto://archibaldinsc.blogspot.com)

What are we becoming?

2009-12-03T07:56:00.003-05:00

It is not enough that we can have pet food delivered to our front door but now we can send postcards from our iPhone and what's even more ridiculous is we can do for free. And if that is not enough my doorbell rings when my coffee maker is finished brewing my morning cup! (LOL).
What has happened to the colossus I grew up in. We went about our business growing peacefully and getting better and stronger all the time. When some SOBs attacked us we went to war and made things right in the world. There was a time when a young President said we will go to the moon in this decade and we did it.
Now look at us. We are sending more of our finest men and women off to fight in a country that is two centuries behind the rest of the world in human progress. They are chasing an enemy that is hard to find and even harder to kill. We are dithering in the congress over providing health care to almost all our citizens because some elected congressmen and senators are more afraid of the health care industry than the voters. We refuse to accept that the earth is warming, the icebergs are melting and alternative (to oil) sources of energy are in the best interests of all Americans and this country. We've got a congress that is so entrenched in all its trappings of comfort that we can't get past party lines and come together for the common good. I have never been in favor of term limits but when I look around at the dithering and procrastination in congress (and in state legislatures) I am coming around to one six year term for senators and one four year term for representatives. No re-elections to worry about, no need to curry favor to raise campaign money, no need to be beholden to the greed of the greediest. I am p....d o...
Damn, postcards from telephones! God almighty, what's next?

Buying from a catalog

2009-10-24T13:17:00.005-04:00

Sometime in my youth I probably ordered a bumper sticker for my tricycle and it seems that since then I have been on the mailing list of every English language catalog publisher in the Western World - well at least in America.
And it pays to look and hesitate (procrastinate might be a better word) before ordering. Couple of cases at point:
The National Geographic catalog offers the Irish Donegal Tweed Cap for $62.00; Hammacher Schlemmer offers the identical cap for $49.95.
Hammacher Schlemmer offers 120 CD selector box that stores your CD and DVDs along with an index where you can make a choice and the desired CD or DVD pops up into your hand. Price: $149.95. You can get the identical product from the Herrington catalog for $89.95.
If you are in the market for a "learn to play Illuminated Fret Electric Guitar" you can get one of those for a $499.95 or for $179.95 you can order a "learn to play Violin and DVD of instructions."
There is no limit to the range of goods offered in these catalogs. Right now I am looking at the Vermont Country Store and a Large Brandy Plum Pudding. I will keep my readers informed.
(The foregoing is an e-mail version of a blog entry made this day. Click on the link for the complete blog.)

Praise for our daughter

2009-10-10T15:43:00.003-04:00

Dear Mary and Archie
Had it not been for Martha, I don't know how our family would have coped with our loss of Steve in July.
Not only was she naturally professional in her duties, but she extended such a warm and personal touch that I wanted you to know how much we appreciate your lovely daughter!
It takes a very special person to do the job Martha handles so well, and I know you are all very proud of her!! We are!!
Rita Lucas
(Proud father's note: Martha is our fourth child and first daughter. She has been in the funeral business for 20 years and is currently Manager at Stuhr's Chapel on Greenridge Road, North Charleston.)