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JERK JUNCTION

October 30, 2014

I reached Jerk Junction the other morning, and the quickness at which I took Jerk Road surprised me.

We have a car in Arizona that needs Oregon plates, since we now live in Oregon.  From a Web site, we read that it was possible to do so by mail without having to drive the car up.  I gathered the needed information, title, proof of insurance, residency, my identification, and a check.  I figured DMV would have no problem taking my money.  I didn’t wait long, and I told the man at the counter what I needed.

“You need to bring the car up here so we can verify the VIN.”

“That’s not what your website says.”

“You have to do it.”  He turned to the woman working next to him and she agreed.  The idea of “What about using Face Time?” didn’t occur to me.

I arrived at Jerk Junction and took Jerk Road, rather than “Suck it Up Road,” a quieter route.

“You need to fix your website,” I replied loudly, thinking of a 2800 mile round trip I would need to make by car and a thousand dollars to fly and drive.  I didn’t swear but left in a huff, muttering about processes in this country and wondering aloud what language they were speaking.

I’ve taken Jerk Road too often.  I try not to, but I have skunk anger, and while I have mellowed with age, I can still erupt.  I never hit people, only things.  I don’t use weapons, and I don’t threaten harm, but I’m still on Jerk Road.

I felt badly and actually wrote a letter to DMV apologizing for my behavior.  My wife said that was “stunningly noble.”  I thought it was hardly either, just mousier than going back and personally apologizing,  I did feel better after sending it.

We all reach Jerk Junction sooner or later. I wish I would turn off on Suck it Up Road more often.

Six hours later, out walking in the park, we pass a man wearing headphones, using a cane, and with an unleashed dog, the last against park regulations.  The dog comes running at me, and I turn to head it away.  No problem, but I was annoyed.  Twenty seconds later, the dog comes at me so close that I had to use a newspaper I had to gently deflect him.  My wife, who can be delightfully vocal at the right time, spoke up, “The dog is required to be on a leash.”

The man replied, “People ought to be leashed, too.”

I stopped.  Cold.  At Jerk Junction.  The man was already on Jerk Road.  I could challenge him:  we were fifty yards apart, walking in opposite directions.  I shouted at him in German and turned down Suck it Up.  It defused me and caused no harm.  Briefly, I thought of confronting him on Jerk Road.  I quickly dismissed the notion as  (1) not being worth it, because he wouldn’t change, (2) risking being shot, since this is America, and (3) risking a fist fight.  Wrong road.

On the other hand, had his dog bitten me, I would have run home, calling urgent care on the way, washing the wound with soap when I arrived, since rabies virus is fat soluble. I likely would have had to undergo immunization, because five will get you ten the guy’s dog was unvaccinated.  Five will get you twenty that had we found the dog, the man wouldn’t have quarantined it.  People, you see, have rights.  The sagebrush rebellion folks, Cliven Bundy types, neither neuter their animals, nor control the number of kids they spawn nor likely served in the military, have rights.  They put up signs extolling a climate change denier running for Congress, believes radiation is good for people, wants to privatize SSI and Medicare, and said public schools were child abuse, as he hawked his $195 home school program. I know one of these guys personally, who got free care from doctors he knew, as he railed against “government doctors.” His IRAs (government program) were cashed out to pay for part of a hospitalization for heart difficulties (the hospital ate most of his bill), leaving him penniless.  I never asked him what he thought of the Affordable Care Act. Having done so would have put me on Jerk Road.  On 5 June 2012, I showed the medical society the Transit of Venus; when I said the planet was 26 million miles distant, the guy commented, “that’s less than the national debt.”  His political snipe was straight from Jerk Road. I stopped at Jerk Junction and didn’t follow.

We left the man in the Park with his dog.  We took Suck it Up Road home.

The irony is we are animal people.  I am not wild about dogs being carried everywhere, including planes (a recent New Yorker article detailed how one such dog pooped twice on the floor, the odor forcing an emergency landing to remove dog and owner, to the cheers of the passengers).  I don’t see why dogs should be allowed in restaurants, I don’t like them off a leash, where “he never did that before” may occur. But people love their dogs, and I grew up with one.

Being upset in DMV is hardly illegal.  Some might argue it is normal.  Dogs off a leash or in a food handling place are illegal. Not picking up after a dog is also illegal. Violators are seldom caught; their dog has just pooped on Jerk Road.

A while back, at Safeway, a guy ahead of me in the check out line glared at me strangely, after I moved my cart forward.  I was almost certain I didn’t hit him, but his look shot nails as if I had.  He was at Jerk Junction.  Simultaneously, the cashier started asking me several questions.  I hit overload, held up my hand, and told the cashier to stop talking.

I hit the brakes just before Jerk Junction, turned to the glaring man, apologized for hitting him, then turned back to the cashier, allowing him to talk.  The cashier later said I hadn’t touched the man, who was apparently having a bad day.  Yes, some people spend most of the day idling at Jerk Junction.  OK, an unnecessary apology.  But I didn’t go down Jerk Road.

One can’t be too careful at Jerk Junction.  Many arrive there armed, which is a bad combination. Americans have a lot of guns, killing 11,000 annually. I don’t want to be dead or one of the seventy-three thousand in the ED this year with a gunshot wound.  The Second Amendment is king here; people have the ability to buy a powerful weapon with no background checks, and use it in any way they see fit. My rights don’t count.

It’s quicker these days to reach Jerk Junction with more stress, more people, and a more complicated world. I know I will arrive there often.  That is life.  I can choose, however, to turn off on Suck it Up.  That would be wisdom.

FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS…21st CENTURY VERSION.

October 23, 2014

 

“…any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind.  And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee”  (John Donne)

“Pneumonia is the friend of the elderly.”

“That’s what Meredith says happened to her mother. Though she received $40,000 worth of care in her last two months of life, not one of her 25 doctors sat down with Dorothy Glas and her family and discussed how she wanted to die.”

If Islamic terrorists shot down a plane with 400 people on board, we would have the country’s airspace shut down, fighter jets guarding our airspace, and the economy would suffer a huge blow.  Since June, that many women have died at the hands of a man they knew.  Not much outrage.  Since early August, that many children have died because of firearms. No outrage.

As I write, Ebola, with a death toll of 1 in the US, has caused pilots not to show up to fly, schools to close, and people to buy biohazard suits.  This is the “home of the brave”? The facts: at the time of writing, the 3-week quarantine for people who treated the index case in the emergency room has quietly ended. No other cases have occurred.  Ebola has dominated the news, with a large number of articles, posts, political cartoons, demands to “do something,” stop all travel with West Africa, which is a large area, most of which is not infected with Ebola.  It is worth looking at a map of Africa some time.  The continent is 50% larger than North America.  Two thousand languages are spoken.  Worrying about “West Africa” is like worrying in Portland, Maine for a problem in Atlanta.

I am not getting to my point soon enough.  Twenty thousand people a year commit suicide in the US using firearms.  I am not talking about murders, which are about eleven thousand.  But hey, to misquote Stalin, a single death is a tragedy and a million are a statistic. We tolerate similar carnage on our highways.  A young couple and their 7-month old died on US 20 the other day near Santiam Pass following a collision with a larger vehicle. It wasn’t Ebola, so there was no outcry.  But they are still dead.  There is no way we can prevent all these deaths, but we ought to do better.  Seventy-three thousand people go to emergency departments with gunshot wounds (GSWs) every year.  The current congressional representative from Tucson, Ron Barber, whom I know, walks with a limp, for he was shot at the “Tucson Massacre” in 2011, where his predecessor, Gabby Giffords, whom I also know, was severely injured by a GSW through the parietal lobe.  Her remarkable recovery, sadly incomplete, is inspiring.  A crazy man with a gun did that.

Ron has to campaign supporting the Second Amendment, even though he was a casualty of the fact that the Second Amendment apparently has no limits in the US, at least if one wishes to get elected.

Fact: the number of homicides per 100,000 people has fallen 50% since 1993.  This, however, has not been the case with suicides. Many of us think gun violence has increased.  It hasn’t.  It is still too high.  One is too high.  Suicide is the 10th leading cause of death, and firearm use in suicides accounts for more than sixty per cent of all firearm deaths.  Firearm deaths are a public health issue far exceeding Ebola, four times that of ALS, and fifty times that of Cystic Fibrosis.

Why would the NRA, therefore, through its influence in the Senate, try to block a Surgeon General’s nomination, who believes that firearm violence is a major public health issue?  Isn’t it? If a death from Ebola is major, what about twenty thousand a year from firearm suicides?  Is that not a public health issue?  Sure, a determined person who wants to die will find a way, but many suicides can be prevented.  We know this. The availability of firearms makes suicide a lot easier.  What about homicides, especially the women who die from being murdered by their husbands or boyfriends?  Why do we panic over Ebola but are so silent when it comes to men killing women and people killing themselves with firearms?

Come to think of it, on 60 Minutes, a doctor expressed outrage at Oregon’s Death with Dignity Act (DWDA), because he called it assisted suicide.  We call it “hastening” here.  Hey, they use their words, and I will use mine.  The DWDA was voted in twice by Oregon voters, despite political action by the Catholic Church (they should have lost tax-exempt status), upheld by the Supreme Court, and accounted for exactly 112 deaths in Oregon last year. The major reasons people choose hastening is not because of pain, which is still poorly treated, and the Dartmouth physician should be addressing that, but because all are terminal and have had enough. Here are their major reasons:

Losing autonomy  (93%)

Less able to engage in activities making life enjoyable  (89%)

Loss of dignity  (73%)

All 112 were going to die in a few months.  They wanted to choose when and how.  They were not depressed, as was alleged; 2 last year required psychiatric evaluation, and as a neurologist, who diagnosed depression long before the diagnosis was “mainstream,” I have some idea of what I am talking about.  No, these people had enough.  When one stood in front of the mirror one morning, after having lost 40% of his body weight, likened himself to an Auschwitz survivor, he had seen enough.  He knew what was coming, and he wanted to be in control.

Public health issues?  There are many.  Firearms are one, and the NRA is wrong to recommend against a Surgeon General nominee who understands that.  We can easily fix Ebola, and DWDA is what most people want to have an option. If you don’t believe me, volunteer at a nursing home some time, where demented people get their pneumonia treated, so they can go back to the same existence.

Finally, every adult, and let me repeat, every adult, needs a living will.  Young people can be brain damaged from accidents and they can get cancer, too.  Be very clear on what your end of life desires are.  You do have choices.  You can make choices I may not.  That is your right.

I don’t want my pneumonia treated, should I become demented.  It will be my friend.

TWO SIDES TO A STORY: FACTS AND UNSUBSTANTIATED OPINIONS

October 14, 2014

I didn’t start it, but I did finish it.

My wife and I took an early morning shuttle to the Minneapolis airport after our annual weeklong trip into the Boundary Waters.  Coming out of the woods after a trip requires readjusting to a lot of people and noise.  We had been been in a world where nature ruled.  It is not inherently dangerous in the woods, if one can read the weather, understand animal behavior, and constantly observe the surroundings.  There isn’t any right or wrong out there, only consequences.  We’d do well to heed that aphorism in nature today.

The other passenger was a woman from California’s central valley, who began a conversation with the shuttle driver about the drought.  The conversation soon devolved to the smelt, a fish that had been protected for years, but whose protection now cost sending water to farms.

After hearing “tree huggers”, I then heard her say “people have priority over fish.”  The fish had been protected by people, so I wasn’t following her reasoning.  The fish doesn’t have a choice but to live in water; people have the choice to control their numbers and use water properly, especially in dry areas, like the central valley.  Nature doesn’t tell us to control population or water use, but there are consequences if we don’t. The lady then referred to herself as “an environmentalist.”

I was beginning to seethe but held my tongue, as we would soon disembark.  My wife, however, who usually stays quiet, commented, “Some of us back here feel differently.”  Her words ignited me.

“Perhaps if California had a better system to allocate water and acted a lot earlier, this wouldn’t be a problem,” I began.  “Perhaps we shouldn’t try to grow certain crops in places where the rainfall is capricious.  If Fresno used the same water per capita as Phoenix, 3/4 million acre feet would be saved annually. Half the houses in Sacramento don’t have water meters.”  I had a dozen more things I wanted to say, including rainwater harvesting, fixing leaks, not brushing teeth with the faucet running, and 90-second showers, but we were at the airport.

“There are two sides to every story, I guess,” the woman replied.

“Yes,” I shot back.  “Facts and unsubstantiated opinions.”

That ended the discussion.

I don’t bring up controversial topics in places like airport shuttles.  But if they are mentioned, I may add my two cents’ worth.  What annoys me about the “two sides to every story” argument is many assume both sides are telling the truth.  They aren’t.  We have become a society where everybody’s say is equal to everybody else’s, and if Fox News wants to lie, it can, without consequences.  In 2014, we still allow equal time to those who believe the Earth is 10,000 years old, or that the highest carbon dioxide levels in humanity’s history have no consequences.  A large percentage of Americans feel there is no climate crisis, because enough doubt is interjected by the other side, especially by those who are good looking, sound sincere, misuse statistics, or just yell and bully— all are effective—to make their case.  We shouldn’t be debating evolution or the climate in 2014; animals are already evolving—or going extinct—because of us.  We should be trying to develop workable solutions to major problems.

I am disturbed by those with influence—I will use Sen. John McCain, for example—who violate their duty to use such influence wisely.  Mr. McCain has said many things I have disagreed with during the two decades I was his constituent.  His coming to my new state, Oregon, to campaign against a sitting Senator, once considered unethical by the Senate, bothered me.

What McCain said would have been laughable if so many people didn’t believe it.  He said that challenger Dr. Monica Wehby would be the “go-to” person to fix the VA System, since she had experience with the VA.

Mr. McCain voiced unsubstantiated opinions.  Here are facts:  Dr. Wehby is a pediatric neurosurgeon who had some of her training at the VA, like every other doctor, including me.  How many pediatric patients are at the VA?  None, unless we are conscripting kids for our several wars.  I too, trained at the VA, both as a medical student and as a neurology resident.  I saw patients. I did not know anything about running the system, and in my unsubstantiated opinion neither did Dr. Wehby. Fact: nobody with whom I trained had that experience. Fact:  Dr. Wehby has had two restraining orders placed on her by men.  That doesn’t disqualify her from the Senate, but at at time when we are polarized, her presence isn’t likely to help. That’s an opinion from one who studied psychiatry (a fact), along with an opinion that two restraining orders suggests an individual has serious anger issues. It is possible to be a good neurosurgeon yet a poor senator.  Opinion.

Fact:  Dr. Wehby is a physician running for the Senate.  Her medical training actually makes her less likely than the average physician to deal with health care finance, because she is highly specialized and less exposed to insurance issues than the average FP.  Fact.

I remember the last well-known physician-senator, Dr. Bill Frist, who also campaigned against Sen. Tom Daschle in South Dakota.  Frist had the absolute gall to say that Terri Schiavo was clearly conscious, on the basis of a video, because she laughed, when the late Ms. Schiavo was in a persistent vegetative state, a fact, where automatic smiling may occur, like in babies.  Fact: The American Academy of Neurology filed an amicus curiae brief with the Florida court, and Ms. Schiavo’s brain at autopsy weighed 600 gm, the least in an adult I ever saw as a neurologist.  Fact: I saw many brains at autopsy and cut brains to teach anatomy to the nursing staff at the hospital where I practiced.  Fact: Congress was called back for an emergency session in March 2005 to block Mr. Schiavo’s wishes to stop support.  Fact: some physician-legislators who were not neurologists weighed in with opinions without ever examining Ms. Schiavo.  Fact: I was a fellow of the AAN who had dealt with many vegetative cases in my career and supported the ethicists in the AAN who did examine Ms. Schiavo.

Yes, there are two sides to every story, but they are usually not equal.  We aren’t tossing a coin here, with a 50% probability of heads; we are dealing with the smelt, fresh water allocation, the climate, who runs the country, war, Ebola, overpopulation, the Earth’s age, and resource degradation.  We should be using science, models, and probabilities.  The probability that the Earth is older than 10,000 tropical years is 1. The confidence we have that manmade climate change is occurring is over 95%. Fact. California cannot continue to use water the way it once did.  Fact.  Unsubstantiated opinion:  America needs decisions made less by charisma and screaming and more by science and careful deliberation.

Fact: Soon.

SECEDE DOES NOT EQUAL SUCCESS

October 7, 2014

A significant number of people in America would like their state to peacefully secede from the Union.  Not surprisingly, the percentage is high in the western US and rural areas, home of rugged individualists, who want to be left alone, at least until something happens they don’t like, when they say, “somebody ought to pass a law against that.” My fellow doctors were like that, too.  They wanted to be left alone, until somebody muscled in on their turf, then wanted “administration” to do something about it.  Don’t get me wrong.  All of us are hypocrites at times.  I am.  But I admit it.

I am open to new ideas but seldom like those that were tried and failed, unless circumstances have changed.  A non-peaceful split resulted in the bloodiest war in American history.

I certainly can empathize with secession:  when I lived in Tucson, I was subject to laws passed in Phoenix, where progressive voices were drowned out by the Maricopa County crazies.  Many of us said, “Free Baja Arizona”  as a joke.  Our governor vetoed the bad laws, until she got tapped to head Homeland Security, part of the decimation of good Democrats whom Mr. Obama picked for cabinet positions.  Not counting him and Mr. Biden, at least four good senators and two Democratic governors in red states were lost, hurting the Senate, Kansas, and Arizona, which has never recovered.

But back to secession.  As a joke, in 1982, Key West declared itself the Conch Republic, declared war on the US, surrendered, and wanted aid.  The then mayor, if I remember correctly, actually got death threats.

I use Europe and the former Soviet Union to state my case against breaking a union.  Europe is a patchwork of small countries; the strongest, Germany, is one that unified.  Yugoslavia, once a powerhouse in southern Europe, run by the cagey Tito, is now seven smaller states.  The UN still has troops in Kosovo, keeping an uneasy peace for the past two decades.  Like Mt. St. Helens, the Balkans will erupt again.

Is Moldova really better off not being a part of Romania?  Perhaps. Is it a player on the world stage?  No.  Closer to home, Quebec tried to secede from Canada, fortunately not succeeding, which would have been disastrous to both.  Scotland almost left a three century old union.

The problem the secessionists don’t seem to understand is that there is a lot of work necessary to form another country, even another state.  Two northern counties in California want to become the state of Jefferson.  Their combined population is 50,000, about one-fourteenth the number needed to get a seat in Congress.  Anybody think of that?

Let’s look more closely at the “devil is in the details,” some of which apply to those who want to have a new state:

  • Constitution and governance:  Who writes it, and how is it ratified?  Who gets to vote and why?
  • Currency and how it will be backed: Gold bullion?  Who weighs, who certifies?  Cheating does occur; gold plating is easy to do.  Don’t laugh; Arizona has passed bills twice (fortunately vetoed) allowing for gold and silver to be used as legal tender, despite the hassle (ironically, big government) of having certified scales so that one can buy beer or bullets using Grandma’s earrings.
  • Ah, yes.  Taxes.  What is taxed and how much, who decides, who collects, what are they used for, and who enforces?
  • Defense: You may now follow the part of your beloved Second Amendment that you have ignored, because you will require a militia. By the way, the flag you love so dearly will no longer be yours.  The star will go, too.
  • Trade agreements with America: You may be subject to tariffs.
  • Safety nets, for a significant percentage of older Americans require Social Security as their primary source of income.  Have you thought about that?  Do you boot them out or let them “self deport”?
  • Healthcare delivery and payment.  Do doctors get paid with earrings or chickens? If I were still practicing, I wouldn’t take JSD (Jefferson State Dollars).
  • Payment for public land, which currently belongs to the American people, including folks like me, and I am not willing to sell it at any price.  I have rights, too, or are they now abrogated?
  • Dealing with natural disasters, like fire and severe storms, many of which affect states or areas more likely to favor secession.  Remember, FEMA isn’t coming any more.  Let’s discuss FEMA:  Maybe some think that passin’ the hat at church on Sunday will collect enough singles to pay for rebuilding a town. Good luck.  That is why we have FEMA, at least Mr. Obama’s FEMA 3.0, the one that works.  FEMA 2.0, under Bush, led to “Heck of a job, Brownie.”  Some of the 67 Republicans (no Democrats) who voted against federal aid for Hurricane Sandy rebuilding were themselves from states that received federal aid from natural disasters.  Katrina required 10 days to get an aid package passed; it was two months for Sandy.  Lot of hypocrisy out there.
  • Finally, JUSTICE.  Who arbitrates when two rugged individualists clash about land, roads, weight of gold or silver, taxes, responsibilities?  Who will ensure there is no cheating in the marketplace?  Who arbitrates when somebody is a nuisance, pollutes the land, shoots another, or even carries a firearm into a place where somebody like me doesn’t approve?  Who is right?  Who decides what the supreme law of the land will be?

The small town of Weed, California, in the heart of the state of Jefferson (a large sign stating the name is on the roof of a barn further north on I-5), lost 200 homes in a few hours from the Boles Fire.  Yes, passing the hat got $180K four days later.   They got assistance from Sacramento and the Red Cross. This won’t happen in the New Divided America.  These folks may charge tolls on roads that run through their land, and they may put checkpoints around them.  We in the rest of America will do the same.  Oh, the remaining US will be hurt, I don’t doubt that.  But not as hard as the next Weed, Joplin, New Orleans, or the Central Valley, when the next Cat 4, EF5, or Haines Index 6 + a cigarette tossed out a car window occurs.

Finally, I return to the basic tenet of the United States of America.  Secession to me has a simple one word synonym:  TREASON.  When I peaceably protested the Vietnam War 45 years ago, I was called a traitor for exercising my First Amendment rights.  Bumper stickers said, “Support the President”, then Mr. Nixon, under whom “a secret plan to end the war” caused 28,000 additional Americans to die. Other bumper stickers said, “America, Love it or Leave.”

We’ve come full circle, folks.  Support the President, and if you don’t like America, then you may freely leave.  But you don’t get to freely take your piece of America with you.  Nope.  You may try Moldova, Albania, or Turkmenistan, since European countries are socialistic, and 2000 languages are spoken on the African continent, along with Ebola and malaria.  You certainly don’t want anything to do with Spanish.  Maybe the Aussies or the Kiwis will take you. Or not.

Much as I don’t like you or want to be around you, I’d rather you stay, and a unified country.

LOOK HOW WE TURNED OUT

October 3, 2014

The other day, I saw this picture followed by a lot of negative comments about American education, including, “We didn’t do this and we turned out good (sic).” (it should be well, an adverb modifying “turned out”, and exactly how well did you turn out?)

What do you think?

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I looked at the picture and commented this is how I do mental subtraction.  A different example:  What is 427-78?  Can you do that mentally by “borrowing”? Perhaps, but with difficulty.   Here is how the above would work: They begin with the premise that subtraction is the difference between one number and another.  To get from 78 to 427, one adds 2 to get to 80, 20 more to get to 100 (22 so far), 300 more to get to 400 (322 so far) and 27 more to get to 427 (349, the answer).  I do that mentally.  I follow a basic mathematical principle:  I TURN ONE PROBLEM INTO SEVERAL SIMPLER PROBLEMS.  It is easier to add than to subtract.  I happen to go from 78 to 100 directly (22), add 327 (349) and am done.

If I do it mentally, I may also subtract 100 from 427 and add back 22.  I can subtract 78 by subtracting 100 (easy) and adding 22 (easy).

The other part of the complaint was that this is how children are learning subtraction.  Yes, but this is the “counting up method,” not the only way to subtract.  I suspect there are other methods taught.  Some children might want to use the borrowing approach; others might want to use the counting up method.  The fact I do it mentally by counting up suggests perhaps my way is easier.  It wasn’t taught back then.

I was disturbed by a comment that said, “I just want my kid to be on a horse and learn his ‘ABC’s’ .”  That isn’t going to cut it in the 21st century.  Math is everywhere; failure to understand math and science, where math is used extensively, will destroy the competitiveness of this country faster than illegal immigration, jihads, and even overpopulation, itself a math issue.  Want to ride the range?  You need to know cost of fencing and feed, cattle price per pound, per cent loss of herd, weather forecast interpretation, taxes, and transportation costs.

The doubling time for money/debt is 72/rate of interest in per cent.  This is a basic rule that everybody should know, but few do.  Borrow money on a credit card?  Invest the money you make ranching?  Need math.*

I could continue with dozens of examples of what needs to be learned by many who weighed in negatively on the above.  We need students to have an open mind and be good critical thinkers.  Most of the comments were poorly written by native speakers.  Good writing matters in the 21st century, as it always has.  Children need to learn how to write and the ability to discern the validity of information on the Internet.  Anecdotes, photoshopped pictures, astrology, and weird notions about the body abound.  California’s water crisis?  Blame it on the silver smelt, rather than poor conservation, limited rainwater harvesting, growing crops where they shouldn’t be grown, climate change, lack of water meters, not making fixing leaks a priority, allowing golf courses in the desert, 30 minute showers, brushing teeth with the faucet on, and not charging what water is truly worth.

Pray for rain?  That is silly.

A problem is I have just used 49 words to summarize, and not completely, the water crisis.  I would need several hundred more to give specific facts on water use for Fresno vs. Tucson, what is going on in the Colorado River Basin, and how much water usage occurs for things we want.  People want “the bottom line”; they are busy.  Just tell them “it’s a damn fish,” and it is all over Facebook with ten thousand likes.

Lack of critical thinking means 2-5 word simplistic solutions influence many: “boots on the ground,” “damned liberals,” “tree huggers,” “climate change is a hoax,” “drones will work,” “less government.”  We live in an extremely complex world; the ability to deal with multiple conflicting issues and make sense out of them is desperately needed in society today.  Do we arm rebels who may some day use the arms against us?  Do we understand that Kurdistan may want to be its own nation in return for helping?  Do we understand that carving out Kurdistan will impact at least 5 other nations?  How many Americans even know roughly where Kurdistan is?  Think defeating ISIS is difficult?  What happens if Hong Kong blows up now? The Ukraine and Gaza?  What about Ebola in the US?  How are we going to deal with extreme weather statistically likely to be due to climate change?  Congress ought to be in permanent session, looking for solutions with the president, doing the country’s work.

Unfortunately, it is getting worse.

America is in trouble when in 2014 we still have climate change debates, Bill Nye the Science Guy is debating the Earth’s age with a creationist, a third of Americans believe in astrology, three-quarters of adults don’t know why we have seasons, 9th graders in one school couldn’t divide 3 into 12 without using a calculator, writing skills have deteriorated, not one high school senior I asked while teaching knew the approximate size of an acre (so how do we teach an acre foot of water?), and a MATH TEACHER could not prove why Celsius=Fahrenheit at minus 40.

I taught English to a 23 year-old woman from Kurdistan, an engineer, who wants my advice whether her government-funded Master’s abroad should be in England or the US.  She is going beyond the ABCs and riding a horse. Europeans are moving ahead on renewable energy; we still are basically stuck on oil.

We will hang on for a while.  We have good universities with a lot of smart, young students in them, and we still have an innovative culture.  Unfortunately, we have tens of millions of students who are not doing well; educational debt and lack of skills will hurt our ability to compete.  Riding the range isn’t going to fund retirement.

I know how to subtract.  I saw immediately what the page showed.  The person who posted it could not, and that disturbed me.  Comments discussing past bad teachers, sympathy that kids today have to learn this awful stuff, and how bad the educational system is speaks to a culture gone awry.  Yes awry.  We are destroying public education then blaming it for failing.  We are creating for-profit charter schools, doing home schooling, where too many parents think they can teach their children or other children, and we disparage science and math, even as the former has allowed me to survive this long to write and the latter has been the foundation of my entire life.

By the way, the tripling time of money is 110/interest rate, 3 strokes on a calculator, although I assume people can divide 8 into 110.  Let’s see: 80 is 10 “8”s, 24 is three more, so 104=13 “8”s.  So it is 13 6/8 years, or 13 3/4 years.  Those who don’t learn math are going to face a world with a lot of locked doors.  Don’t blame me when you retire, poor.  I won’t be around, and it won’t be my fault.  I tried.

How did I turn out?  You decide. I couldn’t compete against the charismatic charlatans who told you what you wanted to hear, rather than what you needed to hear, but that didn’t make me less right.

*The Rule of 72: P=Principal at the end; Po=Principal at the beginning. P=Po exp(rt);  P/Po=exp (rt) and ln(P/Po)=rt.  When P is twice Po, ln (2)=rt; ln 2=0.693.  Change the interest from 0.08 (for example) to 8%, and 69.3=rt.  But 72 is an easier number to use, because it is divisible by so many other numbers, and we use it here.  All one needs to know is that 72/24=3, and the doubling time of credit card debt at 24% interest is 3 years.  The question that concerns me is whether people can divide 24 into 72 in their heads.  They should; it is the number of hours in 3 days.

HIDDEN GEM

October 1, 2014

“Damn, the site is taken. I had really looked forward to camping here.”

On a beautiful September morning, my wife and I had paddled and carried 13 miles from Fall Lake into Basswood Lake, in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness,

Fall color, calm water of Newton Lake.

Fall color, calm water of Newton Lake.

the fourth wilderness area to be created in the national system.  Fall and Newton Lakes were dead calm, and with only a slight wind present on Pipestone Bay on Basswood Lake, we made good progress, covering the distance in 4 1/2 hours.  As we entered the final bay, we saw through binoculars something that looked like a tent.  Hoping it wasn’t, we came closer, until I saw the clear movement of a tarp.

We had scouted the site two years ago and had thought it a perfect place to camp.  I did in fact camp there four nights last year, when I had to go alone, and it was better than I had thought.  On a ten to twenty yard wide isthmus was everything we needed to explore two big bays of Basswood Lake, which straddles the US-Canada border for 14 miles, 27,000 acres.  It is an International Treasure shared by the two countries.

Basswood Lake campsite author stayed at in 2013.

Basswood Lake campsite author stayed at in 2013.

The Boundary Waters has designated campsites in order to restrict impact to certain areas.  I have been on over 600 sites when I volunteered for the Forest Service from 1992-1999, cleaning them of trash and litter, sawing limbs of dead trees that were either a threat to a tent or blocked access to parts of the site.  I have camped on more than 70 different lakes; on Basswood alone, I have camped on 20 different sites.  I like campsites on a point, with a great view of sunrise and sunset; a good place to land a canoe, a nice kitchen area; sheltered, if possible; and good, flat tent sites.  The campsite we wanted had a view back up the bay.  We had both seen it in 2012 and thought it adequate.  We didn’t realize how lucky we were that the site was occupied.

Sunset from the campsite, looking east.

Sunset from the campsite, looking northeast.

In the next five days, on our secondary site, near a swamp, we would encounter:

  • The aurora borealis, twice, because we had clear views to the north each night.  The first night showed faint lime-green streamers along the horizon.
  • A beaver show nightly, when 2 adults and their young swam from their beaver house near the campsite into the nearby swamp.  We saw them chewing trees, bringing logs and brush out, eating them not 50 feet away, then swimming back to their house.
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    Baby beaver, swimming

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    One of the best views I’ve had of the beaver’s tail.

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    Adult beaver, who straddled the branch, and took it back to the beaver house.

  • Once, one of the trees that had been chewed, cracked and fell, in plain view of the campsite.
  • During one night, we heard a pack of wolves howl, a quarter mile away.
  • A large, bull moose came by the swamp, 50 yards away, walked along it in plain view, then walked through the back part of our campsite, without any evidence he cared we were there.
  • There were spectacular views of the autumn colors down the channel of Basswood Lake towards Canada.
  • No more than five parties passed by the site daily.  Sometimes, we saw only one.
  • There were at least two days when nobody was on a campsite north of us all the way to Canada.
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Sunset view down the lake.

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Bull moose arriving and walking through nearby swamp.

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In short, the site was a hidden gem.  There are sites with better tent sites, good landings, nice kitchen areas, and good views of the sunset.

There are also sites with poorer tent sites, difficult places to land the canoe, exposed kitchen areas, and difficult latrine trails to navigate.

All we did was set up camp, stayed quiet, and looked.  When one base camps, staying every night in the same place, one may travel a little each day to learn about the lake and have time to see what happens in a square mile of wilderness.  I could have mentioned the eagle that flew overhead daily, the frequent visits of ravens, the loon often out front, the grouse nearby, the squirrels that ignored us, because they had never been fed on this site by people.  There was also the gradual falling of leaves from trees that became quite noticeable, and climbing the cliff across the bay rewarded me with a nice view to the south.

Twenty years ago, the idea of base camping didn’t appeal to my desire to cover miles and see new territory.  With age, I have found that slowing down, camping in one spot and making it home for a few days appeals much more.  It is easier, and I see things that I had missed on the 20 mile days.

During this trip, we enjoyed the “outdoor triad” of wilderness, totally dark skies, and complete silence.  Not only did we see the Aurorae, I saw Andromeda Galaxy and the Double Cluster in Perseus clearly, Capella’s and Venus’s reflection in the lake.  Too many do not have the fortune to ever experience one of these 3; to experience all together is beyond measure.  I have awakened in the Boundary Waters and seen Orion’s complete reflection in a calm lake, absolutely soundless, except the ringing in my ears, with knowledge nobody was within miles of me.  These places still exist in America today.  They need to be guarded, not allowed to be used to extract resources in the name of “jobs.”  People who are alive today need these places, either to go to, like me, or to know only that they exist.  Many who come here might return to the “outside world” differently, were they to do what we did.

Is there a guarantee one will find a hidden gem?  Yes.  Being in the wilderness allows one to open his or her eyes and see the gems that are available for one who happens to be in the right place at the right time.  It may be two leaves on the ground (picture), a bee or small gnats feeding on a flowering plant, or an ant carrying a pine needle twice as long as it is.  Will one see specific creatures or sights?  No, there is no guarantee. Yet, I had no thought I would see or hear the things mentioned above, except for the eagle and loon, which are common on all wilderness lakes in the North Country.

The isthmus site is good and a beautiful place.  When we visited it on this trip, however, we saw a jackpine cracked in two, threatening to drop itself and at least one other tree into the kitchen area.  That is a significant risk. The views there are great for sunrise and sunset.  Last year, the sunsets were spectacular.  But there are no views to the north, and there is no swamp nearby. I wouldn’t mind staying there again, for if I did, and were quiet, I would see something special.  I just don’t know what.

But I also know that there is a hidden gem nearby.

Fall colors

Fall colors

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Kitchen area above this color on another campsite.

Kitchen area above this color on another campsite.

The plant that I spent time watching a honeybee pollinate and small gnats doing the same.

The plant that I spent time watching a honeybee pollinate and small gnats doing the same.