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THIS IS A FASCINATING POST, BUT THE PROBLEM MIGHT BE SOLVED.

Brief background: You may recall that we leased a new 2026 Prius LE and picked it up a week ago today. It is a snazzy red car, and the dealer, Jim Coleman in Potomac, had to search for one, found one outside of Philadelphia at another Toyota dealer and sent someone up a week ago Friday to drive it down. (I wrote about the car earlier this week in this blog.)

We traded in a 2019 Prius LE, which we owned, and the value of that car enabled us to have a pretty good lease deal – about $250 a month for 36 months. I actually think they should have given us more for the car, but to avoid aggravation, I only talked them up $1000 from their original offer. I didn’t want to argue nickels and dimes, and I didn’t want to spend my time shopping other dealers, and this is the 6th car we got from Jim Coleman, so I made the deal.

I did not like our salesman, but that’s who we got; I found him rather ignorant about a lot of things he should have known about, but he told us that he had worked for Coleman for 17 years. He is from Nepal and his English was not quite fluent and I put his verbal confusion to that. His boss (I don’t know what the title is, something like “sales manager”) told us that he didn’t want to send someone 150 miles away to get the car unless we signed the lease agreement first, telling us that, if the car did not meet our satisfaction, we didn’t have to take possession. I said that was fine (I trusted Jim Coleman) and signed the lease agreement with one line left out – that line was the odometer reading, which our salesman said he would fill in when he brought the car down.

That was last Friday, and last Saturday we went in to pick up the car (it looked like it should) and sign the many other pieces of paper that required a signature.

As I said in my post last week, although our 2019 Prius and our new 2026 Prius were the same model, they were far from the same car, and especially the dashboard was entirely different and I had to learn new everything. The screen about the steering wheel was crowded with all sort of information – perhaps too much. On the lower left edge of the screen was the figure “160”, which was a mileage reading, and I assumed was the odometer reading. It made sense, since this was a new car just driven down from Philadelphia, about 140 miles from DC.

Throughout the week, each time I drove the car, I learned something else about the display and controls. Most of my concentration was on the GPS function, and the radio and Sirius settings. I drove about 120 miles over the course of the first six days, and the “odometer” setting as expected increased to close to 300.

Yesterday, I took the 400+ page user manual and went through to see what more I could learn. To my surprise, I learned that there was an odometer button on the dashboard, through which I could go from the full odometer setting to specific trip settings. It, and another button controlling the brightness of the dashboard panel, is located away from all of the other controls, and is in fact hidden from sight by the steering wheel. In other words, you have to look for it to find it, but once you find it, it is right there.

I pushed that odometer button to see how many trips I could record, and saw I could record the current trip, and two others. This solved a problem I had because, especially on road trips, I use all those buttons, to see how far I had gone since the last stop, how far that day, and how far the entire trip. Then, I pushed the button one more time, knowing that would get me to the full odometer reading which I assumed would be about 300.

The reading was more like 9600 miles!!!

I went back to the documents I signed on Saturday, and the dealer inserted the number 200 whenever asked the odometer reading on several documents, including some which are recorded with the DC motor vehicle office and one which says “Federal law (and State law, if applicable) requires that you state the mileage upon transfer of ownership. Failure to complete or file a false statement may result in fines and/or imprisonment.” In then states that the “odometer now reads 200 (no tenths) miles….”.

I have written the Coleman business manager, who led us through the paper work, and asked him what the next step was. It is now about 11 a.m. on Saturday and I have not heard back. Maybe he is not in today; maybe he is trying to figure out first what happened.

I actually have no problem with the car (even with the 9000 miles), as it is a three year lease and not a purchase. But as I spent a great deal of last night tossing and turning and trying to figure out how to approach this, I find a number of problems and can not just say “no problem”. It is a problem.

Here are the things I have come up with. If I forgot anything, let me know.

1. We have totally inaccurate information certified to public agencies (in addition to my contract with Coleman), and they are exposed to disciplinary action and possible criminal responsibility.
2. Our three year lease agreement provides for 36,000 miles before we have to pay 1 1/2 dollars for each extra mile. If we drive 12,000 miles a year, when we turn the car in the mileage will be at about 45,000, and the documents will show us responsible for extra mileage charts.
3. On one of the documents (perhaps it is the one that transfers title), Coleman had a choice of putting an “X” in a box that says “new” or a box that says “old”. They put the “X” in “new”.
4. We have been charged for leasing a new car, not a used car, and I think almost 10,000 miles on a car makes it used. No question about that. I think our lease price must be adjusted. Where to adjust it, I don’t know. Our payments are now about $260 a month. They had told me that without the trade-in or an up front payment, they would be about $600 a month. That would be about $7200 a year, rather than $3200 a year, a difference of $4,000. Maybe a used car knocks 20% of the value, so the $3200 would be reduced by about $1440 a year? That would bring our monthly payment from $260 to about $150 a month. Any one have other thoughts on this one?
5. The lease says that we have the typical Toyota new car warranty, which would be 3 years, or 36,000 miles. The 3 years hasn’t changed, but again we would probably drive about 45,000 miles over the three years, so need an extension to the warranty period.
6. Each lease agreement has a “buy-out” price, representing the amount that the lessor can pay if they want to take full title to the car. We bought on the lease on our 2019 in 2022. The buy-out price would also have to be adjusted to reflect a car that already had over 9,000 miles on it.
7. We obviously don’t know who has been driving the car over the past year. My bet would be that it was someone who worked at/owned the dealership. But we don’t know the history of the car – we don’t know the maintenance history, or if it had been involved in any accidents. That, too, is important to know.

Going back to the title of this post, buying a car should be easy. Very easy. I have no idea what Coleman will suggest we do. Every option is complicated.

A photo gallery:

We went to the National Gallery of Art yesterday to see the three room Mary Cassatt exhibit. Cassatt was an American, born into a  wealthy family, who decided she wanted to be an artist. She went to Paris to study for a while, and a while turned out to be more than 50 years. She hobnobbed with the Impressionists and gained more than a modicum of fame.

There are about 40 pieces in the show. Most of them belong to the National Gallery which has more Cassatts than any other museum. I did not know that.

I was not overwhelmed by the paintings. That does not mean I did not like them, but somehow I felt they looked  worse in real life than in reproductions. Here are three I liked the best. You will of course be seeing them in reproduction.

First, her mother.

Next, a young girl.

Then, a young woman

The exhibit also included many prints, a discipline in which Cassatt did much work (but nobody ever told me). She was often influenced, apparently, by Japanese print making. That serms obvious.

But not always.

Did she ever paint a man? I am not sure.

We saw two other special exhibits. One was perhaps the most unusual exhibit I have ever seen at the museum. 140 photographs, taken as early as the 1850s, to demonstrate mining and minors mainly .. but not exclusively in the United States. If you want to see it, you only have a few months before it moves to Milwaukee. Here is one example.

Here is another.

There are 138 more.

The one just above was take at Granite Silver Mine in Montana. Now a ghost town, then it had a population of 3000. Granite is about 100 miles south of Garnet, the gold mining ghost town we visited last month, which once had 1000 residents. This is a photo I took of Garnet.

Next to this exhibit, there is a smaller exhibit on art devoted to Niagara Falls. It is centered around Frederic Church’s well known painting.

Washington artist Sam Gilliam painted a tribute to this painting, which he called “Niagara on the Potomac”.

Go figure.

This is not really about BM.

Do you remember those films of Adolph Hitler speaking to crowds in Germany? He would start off slowly, but as his speech went on, he would pick up speed, his tone would change, his look would become more intense, and soon he was like a 33 rpm recording being played at 333 rpm, seemingly totally out of control. To most, he seemed like a mad man. But to about 1/3 of Germany, he made perfect sense, and due to the political indifference of another third of Germany, that was enough to propel him to power.

It has been said by many, including me and maybe you, that the analogy here between Hitler and Trump are clear.

But yesterday’s hearing (not really a hearing, but more like a roast without humor), with Tony Fauci as the only person called to testify, showed that Trump is not the only Republican who manner of speaking can be compared to Hitler’s. The party is full of them.

And like Iran still has a nuclear program after it has been obliterated, so the Republican party will have a strong odiferous residue of Trump-smell after Trump’s reign is obliterated on January 20, 2029.

I have trained my Facebook algorithm to send me many right wing sites. Whether they are people or bots, I do not know, but they say vicious things, and the comments responding to the posts are equally vicious, often more so. Of course, Meta does nothing about this, because “both sides must be heard”.

But now we see that it isn’t only deluded or depraved Facebook users, it is also a large portion of Republican party leadership. If you have doubts, turn on any portion of yesterday’s hearing.

When Hitler came to power, the evening where his National Socialist party first went after political opposition with no holds barred is known as the Night of the Long Knives. Fauci is still alive and in one physical piece after yesterday, but only because we have a constitution that protects against self-incrimination. The knives have been out for Fauci since at least the waning days of the Biden administration, so Biden, to protect a man with a 50 year career as a dedicated and, for most of that time, universally respected government scientist, Biden pardoned him prospectively for anything he did prior to the date of the pardon, January 20, 2025.

Other than yelling at him and making absolute fools of themselves, the Republicans can’t do much to Fauci, other than try to get him for crimes committed after that date. The most likely allegation of criminal activity would be for perjury. And that is why Fauci had no choice but to take the 5th over 100 times.

Committee chairman Rand (Rant?) Paul, a man who doesn’t get along with most of his fellow Senators or his Kentucky neighbor seems to recognize this and says he intends to hold Fauci in contempt for taking the 5th. Lots of luck there, Randy.

But Paul wasn’t the only Republican shaming himself. Ron Johnson of Wisconsin, a first class imbecile (that is true) is still spouting fake cures for Covid-19. Josh Hawley is trying to trap Fauci into answering fake questions (like, what color is my tie?) on the theory that if you answer one question, you have waived your right to plead the 5th. And Bernie Moreno of Ohio, with his WTF screed, hopefully accomplished nothing but give a helping hand to Sherrod Brown in their Senate race. So thank you, Bernie Moreno.

Oh well, that was yesterday and today is another day. Unfortunately, time for another verse, same as the first.

(1) The Major League Baseball trade deadline is this coming Monday, August 3, at 6 p.m. Eastern Standard Time. Trades will be announced between now and the deadline and then trading for the year stops for all practical purposes. Major league players have contracts with their current teams which, under MLB rules, require players to become “free agents” after a set number of years. A free agent can sign with his own team and extend the contract, or go anywhere else.

This all means that the dynamics of Major League trading must take into account a number of things. For those teams who believe they have a chance to go into the season ending playoffs and maybe make the World Series, it is a time to add players who will fill holes and help them to get there, sometimes even if a given player will become a free agent at the end of a season. For a team not expecting to make the playoffs and which has a quality player who will become a free agent at the end of a season, it enables that team to get players in return rather than simply lose the player when October comes. And then of course there are those trades where both teams are looking to their long term needs, not necessarily to help for this season alone. And finally of course, Major League baseball players make wildly different amounts of money, and Major League teams have wildly different amounts of money to spend, so that, too, becomes a factor.

The baseball season in Washington this year has been a very pleasant surprise. The Nationals, coming off several very unsuccessful season, started this season with entirely new non-player personnel. New manager, totally new coaches, new general manager, new everything. It was expected it would take some time to make their mark, but the Nationals, almost 2/3 of the way through the season, stand at 55-53, a little above the middle of the pack, much better than anticipated. They are doing so well because of an extraordinary offense (the Nationals have collected a number of younger players who are beginning to come into their mature baseball years). The Nationals are performing only at 55-53 because of their poor pitching record (their starting pitchers have been so-so; their relievers have, overall, been just awful). So, at the trading deadline, with a team which certainly has the possibility (if not the probability) of making the playoffs, the hope and the fear is that the Nationals will make a number of deals.

Presumably any deals that they make will be to better the quality of their pitching staff. This will be welcome, but the fear is that it might come about by trading away part of their stellar offense, trading away players that the team’s fans have been counting on. No one knows what current management will do.

There has been one trade so far, a trade with the Red Sox, which sent a promising young Australian player, infielder Curtis Mead, to Boston for a respected young pitcher, Connelly Early. This is the type of deal you would expect, although everyone hated to see Mead (who was having a breakout year, with unexpected power) go. Early has not yet pitched for the Nationals, because he has been dealing with an elbow inflammation, but hopefully he will be healthy soon. Mead, on the other hand, in his first game with the Red Sox, was hit by a pitch on his wrist, has a broken wrist, and will be out for some period of time, perhaps for the entire season. Very sad for Mead (and unfortunate for the Red Sox); everyone wished him the best on his new team.

So the Nationals are filled with young stars, and no one wants any of them to depart. Whatever deals are made to help the pitching staff (and they are necessary) will have a degree of disappointment and frustration in them. The Nationals for several years have been trading away their better players to get young, even more promising players and that strategy this year has finally seemed to pay off. I hope we don’t have to go through more of the same. It must stop some time.

When I say that the Nationals have surprised everyone this year with their offense, I mean that in capital letters. As you probably know, there are 30 Major League teams. Here is where the Nats stand in several batting categories.

Batting average: 5th

Home runs: 1st

Runs Batted In (RBIs): 1st

Runs scored: 1st

Hits: 2nd

Doubles: 4th

Triples: 3rd

Walks: 8th

Stolen bases: 1st

Slugging: 1st

On the other hand, its pitching is much different

Earned run average: 27th

You see what I mean. It sets the team up for some potentially interesting and necessary trades. But they may be painful.

(2) One a completely different topic, having decided I was reading books that were too fact filled, and that I needed some more relaxed reading for a while, I have read two Penguin mysteries, written (and published) in Penguin Paperbacks in the mid-1950s. The books were not carbon copies of each other, but they shared some characteristics. They both had interesting characters and plot lines, and neither author succeeded in being able to write a good conclusion. The endings of both books tied too many loose strings together, and the protagonists in both cases were reconciled with the loves of their lives for what looked like might turn out to be happily-ever-after happiness.

One book, Cork and the Serpent, by English author Macdonald Hastings (one of a series of books featuring Sir Montague Cork, insurance company president and venerable claims investigator), I am not going to really mention. The other, The Content Assignment, by American author Holly Roth, I will.

You probably never heard of Roth. I certainly had not, but her books were apparently pretty good on the whole. This one is a Russia against the West thriller, with the CIA tracking down a document that shows the Communist plan for future world domination, step by step. The prime CIA operative, a woman named Ellen Content, disappears and her English journalist/boyfriend is determined to find her. Of course, he does, two years after her disappearance from a ship crossing the Atlantic from Britain to New York.

This was Roth’s first book. For the majority of this book, Ellen Content is presumed lost at sea. What is a bit eerie is that ten years after the book was published, in 1964 Holly Roth was lost at sea. She and her husband owned a former Norwegian rescue boat which had been refitted as a sort of yacht, and which was crossing the Mediterranean when it faced a storm. The story is that Content was on the deck and was swept overboard, and that her husband, who was down below, was unable to rescue her when she stopped responding to his calls. To my knowledge, there is no question of foul play.

When I read this, I thought about all the people who have been lost at sea, and I thought that it might be interesting to write a post about them. I looked at Wikipedia’s list (of course, there is such a list), and realized that the vast majority of them were people I had never heard of. Perhaps the three most prominent were Natalie Wood (we will never know what happened there), Robert Maxwell (Ghislaine Maxwell’s journalist/spy? father), and Rudolf Diesel (inventor of the diesel engine). I don’t know what really happened to any of them for sure, but I do know that I do not want to be lost at sea. Ever.

I don’t usually post very personal things on the blog, but today I am going to make an exception. I am going to post a memorandum I wrote on July 16, 2009, 17 years ago. I was 66 years old, and was still working. I had thought I was healthy, until I went to a new doctor, who didn’t seem to think so at all. He led me through about six months of physical uncertainty that, while I hadn’t forgotten about, I had not thought about for some time in detail. There are probably some lessons here – both for patients and for doctors. But I don’t expect they will be taken seriously. But here goes. Here is:

The Story of My Blood Pressure as of July 2009:

“End of December. Physical exam by Dr. A______. My blood pressure: 145/XX. He tells me I need medication. He prescribes Zestril, 5 mg., 1 per day. Tells me to return in a few weeks for blood pressure check. Other than blood pressure, everything on physical exam seems okay.

“January. I notice that my toes are beginning to hurt (sore, painful to walk on them) and they are turning red. My hands and feet are cold at night. One instance at restaurant where fingers turn white and go numb. Call Dr. A______ back, and tell him it must be the medication.

“Go back to see Dr. A______. BP 160/90. He tells me my symptoms can not come from the medication. I tell him that they must and that I don’t want to take Zestril any more. He wants me to see a rheumatologist. He calls Dr. M______ and asks him to see me on an emergency basiss. I got to Dr. M_______ directly from Dr. A______’s office. Dr. A_______ tells me from now on I should follow Dr. M______’s advice on blood pressure medication, which I find weird. Dr. A_____ tells me definitely not to stop taking the Zestril without starting the substitute immediately. I remember his words: “I can not let you go through a weekend unprotected.” I conclude from this that I have a serious condition.

“Dr. M______ takes my blood pressure. Still around 160/90. He also tells me that Zestril won’t cause the symptoms. Suggests that I have Reynaud’s syndrome, and that I should wear warmer socks. I tell him that I have never had any problems like this, and that it had to come from the medication. He disagrees, but tells me that I should switch to Norvase. He also takes blood tests to check for lupus, etc. Tests are all negative. I switch medication. All symptoms clear up within a few days. No more problems with hands or toes. That does not surprise me.

“The Norvasc (5 mg, twice a day) causes no side effects. I am pleased. In a few weeks, I go back to Dr. A______. Pressure still in the 145/xx range, as I recall. Dr. A_______ says I should get an electrocardiagram. Again, I remember what he said: “You are taking a serious medication and it is not doing any good. There might be something else going on.” I call a cardiologist for an appointment for the test. To be Done in March.

“Dr. A_______ also gives me an electrocardiogram test. I have not yet seen cardiologist. Dr. A______ tells me that the good news is that the exam did not show anything seriously wrong with my heart. No hardening of tissue. A small leak, not to worry about. But I should see the cardiologist. And, he told me that the cardiologist, not him, should be in charge of my blood pressure medication.

“I go to see Dr. R______, a cardiologist (whom I knew). He talks about relaxation, meditation, yoga, salt, etc. My blood pressure is still about 145/XX. He tells me to get a home BP reading machine, to keep records several times a day, when I am doing different things. He asks about my medication. I tell him about Norvasc. He says that he is not surprised that Norvasc does not help; he does not think of it as an effective medication. He proscribes Toporol (1.25 mg per day) and a baby aspirin. Wants me to schedule a Heart Scan. I do. The heart scan turns out very well. We schedule a stress-echo test. That also turns out well. Dr. R________ tells me that I am probably not a prime candidate for a heart attack, but that we still need to get the pressure down.

“I keep records. I take Toporol for four days. Then I have a day when the pressure spikes. Goes as high as 160. Then 170. I think again that it is the medicine. Dr. R_______ is away for the weekend when I call, but his office tells me to stop taking the Toporol.

“Dr. R________ returns. He is very surprised that his office told me to stop taking the Toporol. He does not agree. I decide to see what happens if I take no medication at all. I keep taking blood pressure readings. They are similar to what I get with the medications.

“Dr. R________ tells me to go back on the Toporol and also to take Nifedipine. I am happy with the results. For two weeks my readings are primarily in the low 120s. I give the numbers to Dr. R_______. It looks like we have solved the problem.

“The, one day, my numbers are all in the 130s. The next day, the 130s and 140s. I know this is not good enough. Dr. R________ wants everything at about 120. My numbers keep rising, now to 150. I call Dr. R_________ at home. He is going on a 2 week vacation. He tells me to increase the Toporol to the full 2.5 mg tablet. I do.

“Over the next few days, my numbers are in the 130s, not the low 120s. I know this is not good enough. I call Dr. R________’s office and the nurse talks to a different Dr. R_______, who tells me to take 2 Nifedipine in the morning and one Torporol at night. And to take my blood pressure reading only one time in a day, in the morning.

“I follow this advice for several days, but am quite tired, with my eyes especially weary. The readings are not making much progress. 130s, 140s. I think the 2 Nifedipines are too much. I call the office again. I am told not to stop taking the Nifedipines, and to come into the office. I cut back the Nifedipines anyway. I am not tired or weary any more.”

This is the end of the memo. I don’t remember if I went back to see the second Dr. R________ again, or if I went to see the first Dr. R_______ when he returned from vacation. One thing I do know. I never went back to see Dr. A_______ again. I changed my primary physician to Dr. D____, whom I still see. He told me to stop taking the Nifedipine and the Toporol He prescribed me two different medications, Labelatol and Amlodopine. They have done a good job keeping my blood pressure in the low 130s, but not the 120s. Dr. D_______ has told me that he can get my pressure to the low 120s, if I want, but it will most likely be a tradeoff as to how I feel, because he does not think it can be done without discomfort and side effects. I told him that I really didn’t want the side effects, and he said he would make the same decision. The low 130s are good enough for me, I think, and for him.

Shortly after I retired in 2012, I had one episodes are A-fib, with a clearly uneven heartbeat. I went back to Dr. R_______’s office and he referred me to the A-fib specialist in the office, Dr. M________, who assured me that he could control the a-fib. I don’t think he did anything at the time other than examine me, saying let’s see how soon I have another episode, and that he would until then just check me on a regular basis. He also told me to stop taking my blood pressure, and that even if it spiked now and the to, say, 140, it was no big deal, as high blood pressure take quite some time to lead to something serious, that it doesn’t work over night. It has been 16 years and I have not had any other episode. About two years (I think about 2), he fired me, saying his exams were not uncovering anything and doing anything. That obviously was fine with me.

During the time

I guess the point of all of this is people obviously respond differently to the same medications. It didn’t surprise me that I had to go through a number of possibilities until I found something that controlled the pressure without giving me side effects. But what was so unnerving in all of this is that the doctors didn’t believe me when it seemed clear to me that problems that I was suddenly having were in fact side effects of medications and not some brand new condition that coincidentally just showed up when I changed medications. And I was surprised when one doctor insisted that I keep taking one medication, even though it hadn’t helped and was giving me (in my opinion) side effects, and that another doctor told me that he wasn’t surprised about any of that as he thought that the medication itself was a total ineffective drug. And that one doctor said that we have to get you to 120, no matter what, while another was satisfied if I remained in the range. That Dr. A_________ couldn’t leave me unprotected for a weekend, and Dr. M________ said that blood pressure takes a long time to actually be dangerous.

And what about the relationship betwen anxiety and blood pressure. It seemed clear to me back in 2009 when I was checking several times a day. All the doctors discounted it.

You will have to forgive me for this one if you are not from St. Louis and you are not about my age.

This morning, I started thinking about TV news, and all of a sudden two names popped into my mind: Frank Eschen and John Rodell. Both were newscasters on KSD-TV, channel 5. I remember Frank Eschen as an older man. Apparently he died at age 50 in 1960. John Rodell, on the other hand, was John Roedel (I probably knew that at some point) and he lived until 2007, when he died at 86.

The other local TV personalities I remember:

Russ David

Dotty Bennett

Texas Bruce

Ernie Heldman

Sammy Gardner

Charlotte Peters

Texas Bruce was on five days a week and tought us “border Spanish”. Like “hasta la vista, vaqueros”. I remember my surprise when I discovered he wasn’t from Texas and his name wasn’t Bruce. But I guess he would have had a harder time as Cowboy Harry Gibbs.

Ernie Heldman was a magician who had a weekend show with his wife (was her name Arleen?) as his assistant. I bet he had a good time doing his show. I bet she didn’t.

They were sponsored by Pepsi Cola. Whenever anyone says, “Say the magic word”, I still know what it is. I remember when I learned where the Heldmans lived in University City. It was such an ordinary house.

Sammy Gardner was a musician. I think he played the clarinet. He had a combo called the Mound City Six and for a while they had a weekend TV show, which I loved. The Mound City Six was a dixieland band. Every week. What could be better?

Russ David was also a musician and pianist. He popped up everywhere, and he had his own TV variety show, too. I connect him with Pevely Dairy (“white in the bottle, pink on the cheeks”). Is that right? I was never a big fan, but he seemed to be ubiquitous. And I remember Dottie (Dotty? Dottye?) singing with him, don’t I?

As to Charlotte Peters, I remember her name, but not much else.

Of course, I remember the sportscasters. Harry Caray broadcast the Cardinals games (before a sex scandal sent him to Chicago).

The original Cardinals’ sponsor in those days was Griesedieck Bros. Brewery (“GB for me, the flavor is terrific, try it and see, refreshing GB beer”). Then, of course, Anheuser Busch bought both GB and the Cardinals.

Caray’s sidekick was former Cardinal Gabby Street, until he died in 1951. Street looks more serious in this picture than I remember him.

The Browns, meanwhile, had the all time best broadcast duo, Buddy Blattner and Dizzy Dean.

As a team, they lasted longer than the Browns did.

Well, that’s about it for my memory. We now leave those exciting days of yesteryear. Back to the future. It’s 2026.

(1) I am thinking about a subject for my next presentation for my Thursday morning breakfast group, which will probably be some time in the fall. It will probably be on the Jews of Alaska. 

What is there to say? I am sure I will find some interesting tidbits. After all, Alaska has had an important Jewish Senator, Ernest Gruening, and Anchorage, its largest city, has had two Jewish mayors. And the little known Slattery Plan (the historic basis for Michael Chabon’s novel The Yiddish Policeman’s Union) proposed bringing refugees from Nazidom to four Alaskan cities, both to give the refugees a place to land, and to spur Alaskan development. We will see what else.

(2) What will Trump’s next move be in Iran? It has been reported that Secretary Hegseth and General Caine have so far pushed back on accelerating the war now. This is not surprising considering that Hegseth is running out of weapons and Caine has no idea what will be required for a victory that would end the conflict.

By the way, how is it that the greatest military power in the world is running out of weaponry, when places like Ukraine, Russia, Israel, and even Iran and Yemen can seem to fight on and on? It does seem strange.

(3) We picked up the new Prius yesterday, and it is a very attractive shade of red called Supersonic Red, a replacement for the earlier red tone, Hypersonic Red. Great minds at work here. It is also very sleek and cute, and is rated to get 57 miles per gallon.

Because I was most interested in non-plug-in fuel efficiency, this was my choice, and we didn’t consider anything else. I didn’t even test drive the car.

What surprises me most is the differences between the 2019 and 2026 models. It is not like driving an updated 2019. It is a different car altogether. And it will take some getting used to.

The 2026 Prius seems to be smaller. In fact, it is a tad longer and wider (just a tad), but it is lower and sleeker. This apparently does not affect the front seats, but makes for less head room in the back. This means that back seat passengers will no longer say, “Boy, is there a lot of room back here.”

What is really different is the dashboard, completely unrelated to the 2019. It will take some getting used to. It used to be that there were four ways to display mileage – how far I have driven on my current trip, how far the car has driven altogether, and two other measures, called A and B, which I used on road trips to calculate how far we had driven that day and how far we had driven on the trip as a whole. These two additional measures, A and B, don’t seem to be there any more. This is one example.

On the other hand, the screen is larger and placed a bit higher and displays GPS maps, which can be operated by touch screen or voice, so I can throw away the device into which I would place my phone. That is a big improvement.

On the third hand, the Prius several years ago eliminated the rear window wiper. We will see how much I miss that. Generally, it has been said that the newer models go for form over function, while the earlier ones did the opposite.

I should add that the new Prius gives you four ways to drive your car – ECO, Normal, Sport, and EV. Push a button and you go from one to another. ECO gives you most fuel efficiency. Sport gives you most zip. This is new.

(4) Finally, a shout out to Erna Marcus, who discovered that the official plural of Prius is Prii, and that it was the result of a Toyota sponsored poll from 2012. “Who knew?”, I responded to the news. Erna answered, “Google did.”

Our major activity today will be to head out to Jim Coleman Toyota to pick up our new Prius LE and turn in our six year old Prius LE. It has done us will and I trust it will be treated well by Coleman and restored to its original condition before being placed in the hands of someone who really wants a well-loved 2019 vehicle.

We own our current Prius, and we are leasing the new one. That creates a kind of magic because it means, without putting down any cash (only our old car), we will sign a three year lease, paying under $250 per month for our new car. And the new car will come not only with a three year warranty for repairs with parts and labor, but will also cover the new car’s standard maintenance. On the old car, it seemed that every time I took it to be serviced (twice a year or so), I came away with a bill for servicing and replacements in the $500 to $700 range, so as I look at it, this new car is almost free. (Of course, when our three year lease ends……)

Why a Prius? Well, we have had, I think, five of them and they have all been comfortable to drive and have saved us quite a bit on gas. Our new Prius will has an EPA (EPA?) estimate of 57 MPG. No other car, other than an electric one that you have to charge and charge and charge, has that kind of mileage. I looked at the actuals on our current car last night. Over the 65,000 miles, the car tells me that we have driven at a rate of 56+ MPG, so we should at least equal that.

We are getting the baseline Prius – interestingly, as you look at the three more expensive models, your gas mileage estimates go down. So what would be the point? If we, for example, went up to the next level, the price goes up about 20% and you get a heated steering wheel, heated front seats, power front seats, and a skylight that you cannot open. That is it. Except for the power seats, I don’t see the point. And scooting the seat forward or back without electronic assistance doesn’t seem worth a 20% price hike. Oh, yes, you also get leather, rather than cloth, upholstery inside. To me, that is a negative, not a benefit. The MPG estimates on the more expensive model goes down from 57 to 52 MPG.

Our current Prius is white. For whatever reason, Toyota does not give Prius buyers many choices – now it is limited to white, sort of white, pretty much white, gray, sort of gray, pretty much gray, black, sort of black, pretty much black, red and blue. I wanted a color. My first choice was blue, my second choice was red. The dealer could not find a blue LE within a reasonable distance, but found a red one in Turnersville, New Jersey. Turnersville, by the way, is, I think, the only town in New Jersey that I have never heard of. I think it is near Philadelphia. The car was (I hope) driven down here last night and will be in pristine condition when we go to get it in a few hours.

The dealer sent this picture last evening, when the car was on its way down.

Other than that, not much to report, I guess. Trump looked pitiful (and sounded more pitiful) at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner last night, and mentalist Oz Pearlman did his normal tricks, but seemed somewhat out of sorts. Maybe he always does, I don’t know. But he did last night. Of course, he had a tough crowd to deal with. Did you watch? It was some of the most boring TV I have seen in some time. My guess is that Donald, who sat through the whole thing, wished he were somewhere (anywhere) else. Melania didn’t come, nor to did J.D., nor Marco R. The crowd, they say, was smaller than at the original aborted dinner, but I guess that is because of the change in venue from the Hilton to the Waldorf Astoria. The Hilton gets rented so far in advance that I did not think they would be able to set aside their large ballroom on such short notice. The Waldorf, which I have heard is struggling and still bears the stigma of having been the Trump International, was, I guess, more available, but with a smaller room.

The topic of the presentation at my Thursday morning breakfast group yesterday was the story of King Leopold II of Belgium who wound up as the proprietor of the Congo Free State (later the Belgian Congo, Zaire and the Democratic Republic of the Congo). The territory was one of the remaining parts of Africa not claimed as a colony by a European empire (or would-be empire) and Leopold felt Belgium was being left out. But Leopold was not an absolute monarch; he was a constitutional monarch, and the Belgian parliament, or whatever it was, refused to go along with his idea for Belgium to claim ownership of this vast territory (by vast, the DRC today is about 1/3 larger than the state of Alaska). So Leopold decided to take the territory for his own, and he did, with the help of Henry M. Stanley (not his real name – of Dr. Livingstone, I presume fame). And he did, and held it as a personal possession for decades before Belgium finally decided to take it as a colony of the country.

Because my mind always goes back to the same topic, it reminded me of Donald Trump. And in particular, Donald Trump’s takeover , or presumed takeover, of Gaza, when he declared that an extra-legal organization that he founded would take over control of the area with contributions from many countries and that he, Donald John Trump, would be in charge and run it. The United States was not going to run Gaza, the United Nations certainly was not going to run it. Donald Trump was.

And you can also look at Venezuela and, in futuro, Cuba. The United States Congress has not, I do not think, passed any laws giving the United States any control over the independent country of Venezuela, but Donald John Trump says that he (or in this case maybe “we”, but who knows what “we” means to royalty like Trump) runs Venezuela, through his agent the Secretary of Energy, Chris White (whoever he is). And if Donald John Trump’s blockade of Cuba works and Cuba succombs, Donald John Trump will also presumably personally run Cuba, without any American legal help, through his factotum, Marco Rubio.

I have recently spoken about the book I was reading The Remaking of Italy, published in 1941, and how the description of Mussolini’s governing Italy was so similar to descriptions of Trump governing the United States. Fascism is fascism, and power is power. And yesterday, Edie was reading a review of the new Christopher Nolan film, The Odyssey, where the reviewer said that Nolan was for sure filming Homer’s epic poem, but that he was doing it in a way that made it a story about Trump’s United States.

Yes, everything reminds everyone about Trump. But I want to get back to King Leopold, who ruled Belgium for over 40 years, and who, when his government refused to agree with something he wanted to do, just went ahead and did it anyway, and presumably did things by whim as they occurred to him. (I really don’t know anything about Leopold other than what I put in the first paragraph above, by the way, so I am sort of making the rest of it up.)

Look at Saudi Arabia. One day last week, I said that I thought that Spokane was weird. Well, if Spokane is weird, it is nothing compared to Saudi Arabia, a family run kingdom awash in oil, attempting to modernize and diversify. The relationship between Saudi Arabia and the United States has always been a bit unusual, from the days of Aramco (originally, joint venture between the kingdom and Standard Oil of California), through the various interconnections with the Bush family, the role of Saudis on 9-11, the refusal to let Jews into the country, the spread of Wahabi Islam, and the killing of Khashoggi.

Donald John Trump has tried to be friendly with new Saudi leadership and recently it was announced that we were going into a relationship with the country that would let them refine uranium for a peaceful (presumably) nuclear program without safeguards. It was announced that an agreement had been reached (again without any Congressional role) and would be signed, and then, presumably by whim, Donald John Trump decided that he wouldn’t sign it unless the Saudis agreed to recognize and established normal relations with Israel. All of a sudden, the deal was, it seems, no deal, and Donald John Trump says it was never something that should have been made public at all. He apparently blames his Secretary of Energy, or at least the Energy Department, for leaking the whole arrangement prematurely. Do you think Secretary Chris White (whoever he is) was too busy running Venezuela?

At any rate, the mess continues. Iran “who really is desperate to make a deal” is refusing to make a deal, oil prices are up, etc., etc.

I have a busy day ahead, so will stop now. Sorry this is a bit disjointed. So am I. Trying to buy a new car, and my back and forth with the dealer has been strange. As strange as Spokane? As strange as Saudi Arabia? In short…..yes.

Zohran Mamdani is 34 years old. That is too young to be mayor of New York City, and that explains a lot of things.

Digression. Of course, he is not the youngest person in history to take on positions of major responsibility. Look at what Alexander the Great did before dying at 32, and look at what Jesus did before dying at 33. End of digression.

But being 34 could explain his intemperate call for the arrest of Benjamin Netanyahu if he comes to New York to address the United Nations.

I am pretty sure he was not surprised that he did not have the authority to arrest Netanyahu and ship him off to The Hague. But he said he would do it, setting off an unnecessary firestorm, and giving Trump the opportunity to ridicule him and to, once again, show the Democrats to be a party of radical, lunatic, antisemitic leftists.

It also once again threw the Jews into a central place in American politics, which is the last place they should want to be. But there we are.

Of course, if Mamdani is too young to be where he is, perhaps Netanyahu at 76 (like Trump at 80) is too old to be where he is. But that is another story for another day.

Israel has made a lot of mistakes in recent years. One, of course, was permitting a cascade of security failures that allowed the devastating Hamas atttacks in October 2023. There is no reason that attack occurred with such severity. Had Israel paid attention to its own sophisticated security apparatus, it probably would have been nipped in the bud. Of course, a true internal investigation into what went wrong has been stymied by Netanyahu and the Knesset which he controlled.

And Mamdani and many others, including many scholars and Jewish scholars, believe Israel’s response has been genocidal. This is, to me, unimportant, because “genocide” is a word which clearly has ambiguous definitions, and whether or not Israel was/is committing genocide depends on the definition you are using.

But, genocide or not, many, including me, condemn Netanyahu and his government for their response, just as we condemn Hamas for its attack, which can also be called genocidal. I do not know if Mamdani has called the Hamas attack genocidal, but he has more than once called it a “horrific war crime”.

Mamdani has also said that a two state solution does not seem workable. This is now a mainstream thought, one I agree with, and one that is hard to disagree with in 2026. Whose fault is that? Probably everyone’s.

In 2018, Israel’s basic laws were changed to formally denote Israel as a Jewish State. Mamdani thinks that this was a mistake (as do I), just as I (and I am sure Mamdani) believe that calling the United States a Christian country is wrong. (Mamdani, by the way, says that he also disagrees with countries, such as Saudi Arabia, which elevate Islam.) Israel is 20% Arab and those Arabs are and always have been Israeli citizens and should be treated fully as such.

One of the important  Palestinian positions is that those displaced from Israel in 1948 and their descendants should have the right to return to Israel. This is a pisition which Mamdani appears to accept (to what extent, I do not know), as do many American Democratic Socialists, and one I strongly disagree with, unless Israel succeeds in expanding its borders into Gaza and the West Bank (something I also disagree with), which it might.

The American Jews are in an awkward position, the Democratic Party is in an awkward position, both caused by the actions of Israel and the responses of part of the left wing of the Democratic Party. This is very unfortunate when the most important domestic issue is the defeat of the Republicans. And Mamdani, and those Democrats who agree with his positions on the Middle East, are simply making this more difficult. As, by the way, is AIPAC, also caught in the middle, which has inserted itself into Democratic party contests, again bringing unwanted attention to Jews in America and feeding antisemitism.

I start with an obvious admission. I only know what I know about this subject, only what I see in or on media. Having said that……

I understand the difficulty even a rational Congress would have with the administration’s latest request for another $67.1 billion for the war in Iraq (the money presumably is to carry out the war going forward, and to replenish some of the military weaponry and equipment used so far). If you add this to the money contained in previously approved funding for the Department of Defense (a/k/a Department of War), some, or much, of which is unspent apparently, and add all of that to the money being requested for the upcoming fiscal year, you are talking about real money.

On the other hand, we are engaged in active fighting with Iran, we have troops and equipment and bases all over the Middle East, and we have used up (or have had destroyed) materiel that we need for our defense. We need to protect what we have, and we need to get what we need.

Here is part of what I don’t know. Is there someone on some Congressional staff who is really studying the requests of the administration and who can look at the requested $67.1 billion supplemental, and say: we need this, but not this, and that but not so much of that, and so forth? Or is it simply going to be an up or down vote? Is there anyone in the employ of any Congressional committee whose job it is to examine the overall budgeting and expenditures of the DOD/DOW and make ongoing recommendations to the elected officials? I don’t know, but there should be.

Of course, in order for this to be accomplished (and a big task it is or would be), you need to have the cooperation of the administration, and this administration is not at all big on cooperation, and it gets even more complicated when you get to matters of secrecy, necessary for our defense. And you compound this even further when one or another side can not be trusted, when amounts budgeted or set aside for certain items are not spent or our used in different ways that intended. And finally, as we all know (or think we know), the DOD/DOW has never been audited (and maybe for some of the reasons set forth above) can not be.

So it may be that the money being requested will simply be given to “protect our troops”, although how each dollar would protect any single troop may be hard to detect.

With all this being said, I have to add that, as I watched Secretary Hegseth be queried by the Senate Appropriation Committee Democrats yesterday, I was disappointed at most of the questioning (as usual). There were exceptions: Senators Ossoff, van Holland, and Peters. But by and large, the questions did not probe sufficiently the issues.

For instance, I don’t think anyone asked about the effect of these requests on the national debt. I don’t think anyone concentrated on whether these additional defense expenditures would result in an decrease in other expenditures in order to keep the national debt from climbing more than it has to.

There were some questions as to what would happen if the supplemental funds were not approved. The answers were that there would be other ways to support the most important things, but other matters necessary for our defense would be shortchanged or ignored. This requires more probing, of course, and I saw no sign that anyone was going to follow up and ask for details.

The other issue related to how the war was going to end. Obviously, no one can predict the future and, as one of those testifying said, “the enemy has a vote”, but what is clear is that the definition of what would constitute a victory is missing, and that this makes everything very difficult.

At first, there was regime change, and making it impossible for the Iranian military to “engage in combat” and keeping Iran from developing a nuclear bomb at any time in the future. Now regime change is off the table, and while the administration claims that Iran no longer has any military capacity, Iran certainly acts like it does and, although Hegseth may think this is no more than flies or gnats flying around, they cause real harm and there is no sense yet of this ending. And, then of course, President Trump himself has said that it would be expected that Iran would be able to keep some missile capacity, although Hegseth, like most Trump officials, says, in effect, that “Trump, who always means what he says never means what he says.”

But what does it mean that we will fight until Iran can no longer ever ever ever have a nuclear weapon, or maybe any sort of nuclear program? When can we possibly say that this goal (according to Hegseth, the most important and most consistent goal) has been met?

And then, of course, there is the question of the Strait of Hormuz, about which enough has been said.

Trump himself has no idea of what to do, except “keep ’em guessing” as to our next steps, and bully them into……into what? Today, he tried a trick from old cowboy movies, or Netflix thrillers: Until you do what I want, I am going to kill one of you every ten minutes!

For Trump, the president with a disturbed adolescent mind, it was: Every time you attack a commercial ship, Iran, I am going to blow up a bridge or an urban power plant!! So there!! “Thank you for paying attention.” Statements like this must drive the military, who rely on set goals, which enable them to make the best strategic and tactical choices, crazy. Here their tactical choices are being made for the, the concept of strategy is being ignored or overridden, and of course the goals have never really been set, or have not been set in way that are, in any event, achievable.

Meanwhile, China bides its time with infinite patience and worldwide success, chuckling to each other as they discuss the United States: “Gee, they really are living in interesting times.”

I was tired enough yesterday and I had a number of post-vacation things to do, so I did not leave the house. But I did have a chance to do something I rarely do. A copy of the latest edition of the Yale Law Report was in our mailbox and I decided, during a period when I felt incapable of doing anything else, to scroll through it and see what’s going on at the law school I graduated from almost 60 years ago and which, except for its architecture, is hard for me to recognize, it is so much busier than it was then.

The first 30 pages of the journal were devoted to events at the school, activities of various student clinics, and activities of the faculty. Remarkable stories about advances in working on potential legal framework changes for palliative health care, about how to regain adherence to the rule of law, on potential settlement terms of the Russian-Ukrainian war, the relationship between law and technology (including AI), how to advance various forms of environmental protection, how to slow down use of the Supreme Court’s “Emergency Docket”, how to cope with federal actions that threaten local public safety, programs to introduce Yale students to foreign legal systems and to introduce foreign legal students to the American legal system, how to analyze the effects of tariffs, how to increase laws internationally to protect women from violence, issues regarding drug patents, protection of immigrants, denial of benefits for certain Agent Orange survivors, and so on.

Virtually every one of these activities seem to me to be directed to the public good; there are very, very few that I would possibly question. The issue also discussed 18 books written by faculty or others close to the school, and had a number of feature articles, in addition the usual class notes and condolences.

I assume that the magazines published by many or most other law schools could have an equal number of activities that should be applauded. As do all of the medical schools, and other professional schools serving the various interests of mankind.

My question is a simple one. With all of this good work going on, hard and good work, why is the world in such miserable condition? And I don’t mean this as a silly or facetious question. It’s a serious one. With all of this work going through the efforts of clearly very bright people……why is everything so screwed up?

I am now reading a book titled The Remaking of Italy, written under the pseudonym of “Pentad”, and published in 1941 with Mussolini in control, and World War II flaring. It is a remarkable book in that it tells the story of the Italan peninsula from pre-Roman times until the then present, and the political changes are constant. Some for the better, more for the worse, but throughout all of this political uproar, life, for those able to keep alive, keeps going. Books are written, art is created, science makes discoveries, and so on.

So, today is not any different. Errant political leaders suppress progress for many, but the world goes on. People do what people do.

Under Mussolini (the strongman who could not resist the stronger man from the Third Reich), and in a war where Italians knew they would be a loser even if their side won, it was probably hard to glimpse a better future. As “Pentad” said:

“It seems that, against the growing and irrepressible aspirations towards solidarity, liberty, and justice, there frequently arise resisting forces which try to paralyze those aspirations,and often succeed in so doing. When this happens, the idea of Lex succombs to that of Rex and the individual loses every guarantee.”

We are not living in Mussolini’s Italy and World War II is long over. But we are living in Trump’s America, and we all (should) see the leadership parallels. “Pentad” makes it clear that this too will pass. But “Pentad” also makes it clear that it may not pass tomorrow, and that it may not pass in time for the current generation to see it pass. “Pentad” also makes it clear that it will not disappear on its own, and not by external forces, but by internal actions when the time is ripe. Mussolini will die, the war will end one way or another, but the “remaking” of Italy will be up to the Italians. A lesson to remember.

By the way, you may wonder who “Pentad” was. First, as you may know, a “pentad” is a group of five somethings. In this case, it was a collaboration of five authors, Italian and British who felt the necessity of hiding their identities. From what I see, today in 2026, no one can yet identify them.

We got home yesterday at about 3:30. Our trip is over. Back to the real world for a month or so, and then it is off to Maine to wrap up the summer. Hopefully, today will be quiet here. A recovery day, after our unexpectedly extended return.

When I go downstairs this morning, I should find two newspapers. On our 16 day trip, I only saw one newspaper. None on the boat at all, and none on land. If I wanted to read a newspaper, I guess I could have found one at CVS. Certainly not in any of the hotels.

So you can imagine my shock when yesterday, on the plane from Chicago, the man sitting next to me in seat 11D, began reading the New York Times page by page, line by line. I glanced at his newspaper and, although it was Sunday, he was reading the Times from Thursday. At first, I had no explanation, but then I realized why. It probably took him three days to find the Thursday edition.

Over the course of the last week, I did turn on MS NOW or CNN a few times. But not on the boat. Neither channel was available on Holland America’s Eurodam. There were only BBC and CNN International as news channels. That was another surprise.

There were few signs of politics anywhere. And we saw no signs of the upcoming midterm elections. I had expected to see evidence of the big Senate election in Alaska, where former Democratic Congresswoman Mary Peltola is looking to flip the seat currently held by her Republican opponent Dan Sullivan. But……nothing. At least, yet.

Another thing about the places we visited is that the minority populations are truly minorities. Yes, we were on Indian reservations, and the indigenous populations are “honored” everywhere, but the overall numbers of native Americans is quite small. And while Seattle’s population is about 8% Black (its metro population only about 6%), while the metro DC population is 24%, the Black population elsewhere is hard to count. Even Spokane, the only other sizeable city we visited, is less than 2% Black. And the Hispanic population is also relatively small. Only the Asian population in Seattle is by percentage larger than in DC. As for Hispanics, the DC population by percentage is three times larger.

I was impressed by most of the cities we visited, although in Alaska, I must say that Ketchikan and Sitka were more appealing than Juneau. Seattle always impresses and, as I said earlier, Spokane seemed just plain weird (” i after e, except after w”). Wenatchee and Kalispell were delightful, but physically Missoula was surprisingly unimpressive. This included the hodgepodge campus of the University of Montana. Let me  put it this way. If I were interested in becoming an architect, and if Montana had an architecture school, I would not apply.

Do I have more to say about the trip? Sure. Will I say it? Not today.

There would be advantages living in a place like Missoula. For one thing, when you turn in your rental car, you simply park it and give your key to a fellow inside the terminal. When you check in for your flight, there is no line and agent is willing to do everything for you. At TSA, there is no line and a friendly TSAgent. You look on the schedule board and you see there are about 8 flights leaving in the morning, and only eight gates. From your waiting chair, you watch other take offs.

I will abbreviate the rest. Our 12:34 flight left Missoula at approximately 5:40. First, there was a 2 hour delay because “all flights were grounded at O’Hare”, then another 2 hours because our crew was timed out and they had to get another crew into Missoula, and another 45 minutes because we missed our window to take off.

That meant we missed our connection to DC obviously and we weren’t going to get into O’Hare until after 9 and the only available dc flights would have got us to Dulles around midnight, so they automatically booked us on a 6 a.m. flight, which, with Michelle’s help from home (it was chaos trying to change anything in Missoula), we rebooked at 11:15. So we should be home at about 2:30 p.m. at National.

Of course, our bags are at O’Hare and we are pretty barebones here. We hope our bags are put on the 11:15 and not the 6 a.m., but we will find out when it is too late to do anything about that.

We are at the O’Hare Super 8 because we didn’t want to pay $400-$500, apparently a normal airport last minute rate, but the O’Hare Super 8 turns out to be 8 miles from the airport. United did not give anyone hotel vouchers because “the delay was  weather related”, but our taxi driver said there was no ground stop and the weather was fine.

More to come, I am sure.

P.S. Edie told me there were even more typos than usual. I am sure you understand. But I just corrected (most of) them.

We have wrapped up our last day in Montana. We fly home on Saturday.

We started the day at the Smokejumper Visitor Center, near the Missoula airport. Smokejumpers are federal employees whose job is to parachute near active forest fires to control spread of otherwise uncontrollable fires. Missoula has the largest smokejumper training school in the country, and the Center maintains both a museum and  gives tours of smokejumper equipment.

Smokejumpers are trained in fighting and control of forest fires, must be able to parachute into wild country, and carry 100+ pound packs for miles. And you can’t just decide to become a smokejumper. You must already have years of firefighting experience. With all of this, two facts struck me as remarkable. First, 20% of smokejumpers are female. Second, in over 85 years of smokejumping, there have been only three parachuting deaths.

From there, we drove an hour from Missoula to visit Garnet, which was, in the 1890s, a town of 1000, but has been empty for more than 100 years. It is about 40 miles from Missoula, and about ten miles off a highway on a largely unpaved road.

The road to Garnet had no restaurants, and it was after 1 p.m. so we decided to head about 15 minutes in another direction and go to a Mexican restaurant with a 4.8 rating on  Google. Disappointment, although another beautiful lake side drive. It was just ordinary. But our friend Frida was hanging around.

We then went to  two museums, the Missoula Museum of Art downtown and the Montana Museum of Culture on the University of Montana campus.

Here is part of what we saw in the art museum which has exhibits focusing on indigenous art.

And on the University campus

Our last vacation dinner was at a wonderful informal Italian restaurant, Ciao Mambo. Everything was delicious, and the portions were unbelievably large. I ate half of mine. Here is what sadly will be thrown out.

Now….fill up and then turn in the car, get on a plane, and hopefully get home on time.

Oh. And the Nats scored 23 runs last night

We don’t fly home until tomorrow (Saturday), but yesterday (Thursday) was our last travel day. We had a good-bye dinner with Josh and Michelle last night because they are flying home tomorrow, while we have one more day to explore Missoula, the home of the University of Montana and the only city in Montana which supports Democratic candidates 2 to 1.

Our meal was at Plonk, a downtown restaurant. We were all happy with our meals.

But the day itself was complex. We started in Kalispell, and headed north about halfway to Glacier Park to visit Hungry Horse Dam, one of the tallest in the country. It turned out that the visitor’s center was closed, and we could only see the dam from the security entrance to the dam grounds.

No problem, though, because the ride was so nice.

We then stopped at a roadside store where you could by a $600 hat made of skunk fur, and did a drive-by by another roadside store, this one sporting two Confederate flags (in Montana).

The road from Hungry Horse to Missoula led back through Kalispell, but I decided to detour through Whitefish for no real reason.

Maybe everyone knows it but us, but Whitefish is nothing like the other Montana towns we have traveled through. It was like being transported to another planet, where the stores are too expensive, but the tourists look like long term members of the billionaire class. I felt like we were outclassed by far, and I don’t know that I had that feeling ever before.

We went into a western themed women’s clothing store where some dresses were more than $5000, and where they were having a designer trunk show (presumably for female billionaires under 30) and which had a fancy back room bar.

Other stores had $60 t-shirts, and $100 short sleeve shirts.

Whitefish also has a railroad station designed to mirror a Glacier Park lodge with a city history museum inside. The museum has a bust of an Indian, whose face looks like it could start talking to you at any minute.

We had lunch just outside Whitefish, and took off for Missoula, thinking we would get here by 4 or so. We drove by Flathead Lake, 30 miles long, and filled with roadside cherry orchards, entered the Flathead Indian Reservation and then saw a sign to a bison range, which looked like something we shouldn’t skip. We did not realize that visiting this extraordinary facility would take over an hour. We saw bison, both at a far distance and up closer.

And we saw this fellow, a wild pronghorn.

The bison range is run by the Reservation and is an ecological triumph. The views are also magnificent.

For our last day here? 40% chance of rain. No agenda. We will see.

Yesterday morning we drove from Kalispell to the western entrance of Glacier National Park, about 45 minutes away. We were expecting massive crowds and bumper to bumper traffic on the Going to the Sun Road, a 50 mile drive that runs between the east and west gateways to the park, climbing to over 6500 feet at the Logan Pass at the Continental Divide. But to our surprise, although there were large crowds everywhere, the road itself was never affected.

I published a group of landscape photos yesterday afternoon. In addition to enjoying the mountains and valleys, we stopped at one of the lodges, built in 1914.  Here is the lodge (outside and in), the lake behind the lodge, the deer who wandered into the lake, and one of the rehabbed 1936 shuttles that can guide you through the park.

When we reached the east exit from Glacier, we drove for about 30 minutes where it seemed we were still in a park. Beautiful mountains, lakes and rivers and no sign of human development.

When we finally left this wild landscape, we found ourselves in the town of Browning, on the western edge of the Blackfoot Indian Reservation. Driving into Browning was driving into the 1950s. The only restsurants were a Johnny Taco and a Subway (we chose Subway,). Everything was dilapilated, the small houses, the businesses and the streets. Wikipedia says that almost 50% of those who live on the reservation live below the poverty line.

But the reservation does have a museum. It isn’t theirs but is a federal museum.

And it contains contemporary art by tribe members, and an absolutely fascinating collection of Indians clothing, tools, weapons, and so forth, mainly from the 19th and early 20th century. For some reason, photography is not allowed. Because the collection was so interesting, I broke that rule with one photo.

All real, original costumes. And this is just a small part of this museum that has been in Browning since 1941.

The museum and, yes, the neighboring casino seem to have no effect on the rest of the town. Sad, sad, sad.

After our Subway lunch, we had dinner in Kalispell at Moose’s Tavern, which had been recommended by our chef in Spokane. It was jammed with customers, it has virtually no illumination, you order your pizza at a window and your drinks at the bar, you have to find a table and clean it off, there is sawdust on the floor, and boy is it noisy. And I didn’t like the pizza.

And you can get your hair cut next door.

That’s it. Tomorrow, off to Missoula. Our last stop..

Glacier National Park, in northwest Montana, on the Canadian border is such a special place. Here you go. No narrative. Only pictures from today.

Add some wild flowers

These are some of mine. Edie’s were, as usual, better. Maybe tomorrow.

I said yesterday that we found Spokane surprisingly weird. Also that the chef last night at our hotel’s Dona Margarita , a Spokane native, agreed that it was a bit weird, and said it was paranoid and had an inferiority complex.  Today, I would add one more thing. I think that Spokane is less than the sum of its parts.

Today, we visted its arboretum, its main park, and its downtown river park (home of a series of waterfalls on the Spokane River), each of which would be welcome in any city.  We visited Bing Crosby’s boyhood home, now on the campus of Gonzaga University. We looked at neighborhoods of attractive homes built more than 100 years ago, include some which are very elegant.

We saw the sculpture of energetic runners downtown.

We had breakfast at First Street Coffee, ultra modern, very large, right downtown, with maany ways to enjoy  coffee, and a limited selection of home baked pastries.

The shop had an interesti g sign posted on its door.

But the city is filled with people who appear to be homeless, and buildings poorly maintained. It just appears……well, weird.

Perhaps we should just laugh at it.

Leaving Spokane, the scenery is pleasant and before you know it, you are in Idaho, and a neighborhood that seems pretty uninteresting. But as you go north, there are large lakes, and pretty soon you are in the clearly prosperous resort city of Sandpoint.

We had a delicious lunch at Bixby’s (I had a bowl with pulled bbq chicken, corn, tomatoes, couscous, and something else), but passed a number of troubling signs, including

And after we headed east from Sandpoint, we saw

as well as

and more.

After we entered Montana, the scenery improved. Hills, mountains, lakes. And then we were at the Kalispell Hampton Inn, and had a delicious dinner at its neighbor, the very highly rated Himolayan Kitchen, where the four of us had tanduri chicken, samosa chat, vegetable korma, saag aloo, and garlic naan.

Tomorrow we go to Glacier National Park.

From Seattle, you start out at Puget Sound, pass through an exciting big city and its attractive suburbs, and before you can say Holland America, you are in the tall, craggy, rough edged Cascade Mountains where it always rains, and then all of a sudden you are in fairly barren hill country where it hardly ever rains, and then you are in beautiful farming country where it must rain just the right amount, and then you are in canyon country where you find Grand Coulee Dam where you don’t care if it  rains because you have dammed up more water than you need, and then you are back into farming country, and then you are in Spokane where (in the metro area) 500,000 people live and, as you look around downtown finding your hotel, you are not impressed.

I am telling you this because I was behind the wheel most of the day and did not take pictures of the scenery, like I was able to do before. If I had been able to take pictures of the farmland, they would look like this

And the Coulee Corridor, like this

Of course, I took a few. Like the roof of EZ’s in Wenatchee.

EZ’s, by the way, seems to be in trouble. A sign says you should write the mayor. But we are not sure why.

And then there is the Wilbur WA Visitor Center.

Maybe we should write that mayor, too. Unless Wilbur is the mayor.

We are staying at the Hotel Indigo downtown, which is a trendy redo of an old hotel. There are several like that in Spokane. Ours is railroad based and our room, like all (?) is railroad themed. Here is a view from the bed.

Spokane is, I believe, a bit weird. Our chef last night said it was just paranoid and had an inferiority complex.

This post is weird, too. Totally out of sequence. Like we did go to Grand Coulee Dam. It was a big part of the day. But it was hours ago, and I haven’t really mentioned it yet. Here it is.

And the guy who made it possible.

By the way, do you know they only give tours on the weekends? And that the Visitor Center is weird. And that it abuts a very large Indian reservation “where tribal law applies”. And that one of it closest neighbors is a casino?

The restaurant in our hotel gets poor reviews. We ate here anyway and our reviews are very good. Plus nice conversations with the chef and bartender. I had Oregon rockfish, served with anise infused rice and slices of blood oranges and radish slices and a little spinach, and I ended with shared huckleberry ice cream.

Lunch was at Dollie’s Diner in Wilbur. You order at the counter. Edie wanted her sandwich on whole wheat. The young guy at the counter told me the choices were white wheat and sourdough. I said “you don’t have whole wheat?” He said they had white wheat and sourdough

Michelle told me that she did not think he said “white wheat and sourdough”, but thought he said “white, wheat and sourdough”. I thought she may be right, so I said “is your wheat “whole wheat””, to which he said “I don’t know”. So I said that if the wheat was whole wheat, she would want that and if not, sourdough would be good. When it came, it was on white.

And, oh, yes, because this is Washington and not West Virginia, even in small towns, you see….

Last night, for the firstvl time, two things happened. First, I had two drinks at dinner. Second, I slept poorly. Ya think there might be a connection?

I feel so lucky to be on vacation and not have to report on either Lindsey Graham or the Nationals.

We spent last night in Wenatchee WA, and started the morning at the Pybus Public Market, a former steel processing plant near the Columbia River.

We had breakfast and visited various artisans and shops, including a nice woodworker of a certain age who made cheeseboards and serving trays, including some with three dimensional Eshel-like surfaces (sorry, no pictures), and a very nice and surprisingly large gourmet food market which, among other things, sold flavored balsamic vinegars and olive oils. This is just about half of their vinegars:

You could taste them and I was tempted to buy a couple of bottles, but the shipping costs were high.

We then walked a (very) short part of their 10 mile loop trail along the Columbia River  enjoying the weather, the art and the views.

And then we headed west through the same terrain we had crossed the day before and tried to go to Pinnacle Park until we saw what it involved. Can you see the Pinnacle hikers?

So we looked at more scenery.

And we drove on through beautiful fruit orchards (mile after mile) to Leavenworth, that touristy fake Bavarian village that seems to draw more tourists than it should.

I had a bratwurst at the München House, and delicious strudel at a bakery down the street.

Thrn it was another 15 miles or so to Lake Wenatchee, a beautiful, large lake with a park on one side, and many summer (?) houses on the other.

Tonight, fish and chips at the Railroad Ale House, and home to our home away from home.

And no, I don’t know why the lake was moved to the bottom of this post. WordPress sometimes has a mind of its own.

The boat pulled into Seattle before 7 this morning. We had a final breakfast in the main dining room and left the boat a little after 9, going through U.S. Customs, and then taking an Uber to Budget Rentals downtown where we picked up the Lincoln Navigator which we will have at an exhorbitant rate for a week as we drive to Montana.

The Navigator is Escalade size, which is not a problem, but its screens seem to be. Whatever you want to do, you need to do on the screen, and you probably need to take a 3 or 4 credit class in order too understand how to do the most basic things. But if you don’t mind any of that, you can push Drive, press the accelerator and go.

And we did, driving first to Bellvue to have brunch, our second meal of the day, with Edie’s first cousin once removed Cindy and her husband Danny Weiner. A nice brunch, conversation about family and Isrsel, and we were off again. Here we were:

Then, all of us but Hannah left heading east. Hannah stayed at Cindy’s until the rest of her family came back from camping in Olympic National Park.

We drove north through some fascinating Seattle suburbs to US 2, where we headed east through the Cascades on a beautiful road. I was driving, so I could take no pictures, but the mountains are tall and ragged, some are covered with trees and some not, and there are lakes and remarkably clear rivers.

We stopped in an interesting older town at the west end of our trip and had our third meal of the day, a late lunch at the Tijuana Restaurant, a highly rated, and small, Mexican restaurant run by the same couple for 32 years. If you are ever in Monroe, try to eat there.

After we drove through Stevens Pass, where the rivers started flowing east, not west, we came a large and very touristy Bavarian village surprisingly called Leavenworth, and passed a state park called Pinnacle, both of which we plan to visit tomorrow. And then we got to Wenatchee, where we will stay two nights.

In Wenatchee, we had our fourth meal, at McGlinns Pub. I had a delicious lamb burger with feta, and a glass of Oregon stout, brand name Cavaticus. I looked up the name, thinking it might be Indian, and discovered it was, in fact, not. Cavaticus is Charlotte’s last name in E.B. White’s Charlotte’s Web. Who knew? Not the waitress.

Wenatchee is east of the Cascades, and its hills are basically treeless, and more like buttes. Maybe they are buttes. I don’t know.

Wanatchee is on the Columbia River, and the opposite side of the river is East Wanatchee, which contains some beautiful neighborhoods, set high on the buttes. Hard to get good pictures, but the houses climb in bands, and have yards or decks with beautiful views. Like this (from about half way up):

We are now back at the hotel.

Oh! One more thing. I didn’t mention another small town we passed, Sultan. They were having the Sultan Shindig, with vendor tents on closed city streets. I bought a button:

The waitress at McGlinn’s liked it.

Holland America’s Eurodam from Seattle to Juneau and back with four intermediate stops. Large ship with 2100 passengers and 850 crew members.

1. The logistics of taking a boat this size on a one week trip are amazingly complex (see my immediately preceding post) and appear to have been carried out without a hiccup.
2. Traveling with 2000 strangers for a week is weird.
3. Only 15% were over 75, but I was surprised at how many came with walkers or wheelchairs and looked to be ill or fragile.
4. The food was much better than I thought it would be was both good news and bad, in that it was impossible not to eat much too much.
5. Especially on a cold weather cruise, exercise is hard to come by.
6. The housekeeping and wait staff are largely Indonesian. They are excellent, but they say good morning and thank you and smile too much and it gets annoying.
7. There are a lot of activities, but few I had any interest in.
8. Several private companies run on board promotions that I found annoying.
9. The bed was very comfortable, as were the bathroom and shower facilities. The staterooms were fine.
10. Everything was remarkably clean.
11. 50% of the crowd on this cruise were on an Evangelical trip with bible studies, etc. This made the trip, I assume, quieter than usual.
12. Perhaps because of the size of the ship, getting from place to place can be very confusing.
13. The prices in the ship store are surptisingly reasonable.

I probably have more thoughts that will come to mind. It was a good trip and an interesting experience. Do I like cruising? That may be the question, but I don’t have an answer. If you want to see coastal Alaska, you really need to go by boat. But this is a very big boat. I don’t know how it compares with a smaller boat where you may get to know more fellow travelers, or a warm weather cruise, or a river cruise. I have no better idea how I would like those than before I got on the Eurodam. But I may one day find out.

As I write, it is 4:30 p.m. on Friday. We are moving south, heading for a brief stop several hours from now at Victoria, on Vancouver Island, before a final stop in Seattle at 7 a.m. and a scheduled 9 a.m. disembarkation. We then will head to downtown Seattle where our confirmed rental car will hopefully be waiting, and we will drive to our cousin Cindy’s house in Bellevue, where we will enjoy lunch and meet up with Hannah’s husband Andrew and son Izzy, who have been visiting Andrew’s cousins and camping in Olympia National Park. More about all of that tomorrow.

We have been on the ship all day, starting with their last day Alaskan brunch instead of breakfast at 9. Even though it was early, I opted for the Alaska cod benny with creamed cabbage, Yukon potatoes, and an egg, along with some fresh berries. Now, cod benny is supposed to be a variation on eggs benedict (I looked that up), but this really wasn’t. The cabbage was delicious, as was the egg, and I  guess the fish was as well, but it was just too early for a big piece of baked cod. My sushi lunch was lighter and simpler, and it was topped off at the cake buffet that only happens once per cruise.

I had a piece of red velvet cake and didn’t finish it, but some people came away with three or four pieces.

This morning we went to a 45 minute program on how a ship like this operates, from its construction in Italy, near Venice, onward. I found  extraordinarily interesting how to run a ship with over 3000 passengers and crew members on board. How its many diesel engines generate power. How the ship is propelled and controlled, both from the engine room and the control room, with its many screens, alarms (5000 alarms), gauges, buttons and other devices. How the ship is provisioned with food and drink, how they rarely run out of anything and use up 90% or more of what comes aboard. How they vary how much and what type of food and drink comes on ship dependent on the characteristics of the passenger load. How the food is prepared by the ship’s 140 chefs. How all baked goods are baked on the ship at night (using one ton of flour each day) so that it is ready to be sent to the various restaurants by 5 a.m. How 180  tons of food is cooked on a one week trip, and how the waste is handled. How the water saving toilets work and what happens to the urine and feces. How the ship desalinates all the water it uses from the sea for all purposes and how it returns water to the sea. How the laundry operates, and the tailor shop. How the internet works on board the ship.

They covered a lot, but not  security. They did not talk about how they handle fires, or criminal activity. They also did not discuss medical facilities or personel, or if they have an on board morgue, which I assume they do. They didn’t talk about the shops, the promotions, the entertainment and athletic facilities, the children’s programs, or really even how the remarkable housekeeping works.

But it is all quite mindboggling when you think about it.

There are various promotions on board and today Michelle and I went to the art auction, presented by a Southfield MI gallery and its fast talking spokesman. We did not trust anything about it.

Edie and I then instead went to see the 2027 film Murder on the Orient Express, which was shown in one of the lounges. Watching that film was the worst experience of the trip for me by far. I thought we were going to watch the 1974 Albert Finney version, which I remember liking.

Tonight, our final dinner.

I am posting this earlier than usual because I am planning on a different post early in the morning with general thoughts about this, our first cruise.