Aug. 28, 2016;
There are ways, well, there are probably
many ways, in which I am not a strong
person. I do not enjoy horror movies. I
get too scared, unless it's so badly done
that I find it laughable, as was the case in
the late 1950's when Len and I went to
see a Godzilla film and the two girls in
front of us, who must have sat through
the movie five times, delivered the
dialogue on cue with the actors. They
were funny, intentional or not.
If the movie or T.V. show depicts a
doctor operating, or a vicious and
gruesome scene, I either avert my eyes or
leave the room. If you want to take me to
the movies, make sure it's something like
"A Man And A Woman" or "Blazing
Saddles." (Zombies, on the other hand,
are so stupid and innocuous a concept
that I am entirely unmoved by them. I
wouldn't spend the time to watch.)
Clearly, I am not the only person who
feels this way. One of my favorite Jewish
jokes is: "Do you know the definition of
a lawyer?" "No, what is the definition of a
lawyer?" "A Jew who can't stand the
sight of blood."
This is all in preface to remarking on
the tragedies now occurring in places
like Syria, Italy (the earthquake centered
in Amatrice) and Louisiana, where 7
trillion gallons of water fell in 8 days time.
In even just a brief reflection on
the impact of these events, my empathetic
and sympathetic systems engage.
I have contributed money in a miniscule
attempt to alleviate the suffering. B
ut that's as much as I know. (Although
the N.Y. Times did an article on one verey
small village on the Tronto river, near
where we stayed in April, that is left with
5 homes standing and will thus be wiped
entirely off the map, it now appears.)
I do not read the details. They are too
painful, just as I don't read the details in
the newspaper when some horrendous,
disgusting act is uncovered by police. If
a family is murdered, or children
mutilated, that is already more than I
want to hear and far more than I need to
know. Reading the small print about
exactly what happened will not edify me
in any way. I don't see how it could,
unless I were planning nefarious deeds
of my own and needed a 'how to,'
manual. That is exceedingly unlikely.
Swatting a fly I can do. Stomping on
ants is already beyond my capacity to
inflict pain. (Although I am not a
vegetarian and do understand the
hypocrisy involved. I contend we are all
hypocrites to some extent, just as we are
all liars, to some extent.)
It's not that I am a gentle soul, like, say,
Mother Teresa or Albert Schweitzer; I do
imagine doing serious damage to certain
transgressors, but my imagination is as
far as those feelings go or are likely to
go. Actually getting into detail about
such unpleasantness might lead to bad
dreams, or even worse, keep my mind
going so that I can't sleep, and that is
already enough of a problem as almost
any older person can tell you. One just
does not sleep well for a number of
reasons at this age. And that's my
excuse for all the naps I take.
So, please excuse me if you ask about
some debacle and the best I can do is
nod my head and provide some general
and broadly commiserating response.
The truth is, I have not read the macabre
details and don't intend to.
If those details refer to the depths of hum
an depravity, my blurred imagination is
more than enough to suffice.
If you are in a position to help out a
with a small donation, please do so. It
might make a big difference for
somebody who is just as you are, just
less lucky at the moment. We are all
bozos on this same bus.
Tins still available.
Pease Southlinch from 2002 NASPC show. $90
Friedman & Pease Winter's Tale. $100
Three Nuns 50 g. from Germany, before the
warning labels on the front. 1 tin each. $100
Balkan Sobranie 759 tall pop top 1 3/4 oz.,/50
gram tin, 4 available. $400 each.
Balkan Sobranie Virginia # 10 50 grams. 4 tins.
For what it's worth to you, there are many more of
the Balkan Sobranie tins available.
New Tins arrived, including
Mephisto, Blackpoint, Abingdon, and a bunch of
others from 2003 and starting @ $40 a tin.