Notes From A Bear's Journey

     As difficult as it was to leave the almost-comical but deadly serious world of politics, it was time for a pause.  And why not since the time had come for my annual physical, a time when you're checked (or should be checked) for the health of your colon, nerve reflexes, cognitive function, internal organs, skin, and more.  And no matter how many pundits (and your mind) tell you that 60 is the new 40, or that 70 is the new 50, such a check of your body quickly snaps you back to reality.  70 years of wear is 70 years of wear, much like when someone tells you about their old car saying, "this baby runs like new."  Uh, no.  And it's the same when you look up something on Dr. Google, or make a doctor's appointment...when the result turns out to be "no big deal," you tend to leave thinking, "well I could have figured that out."  But again, no.  Here's just one example...      There was a nursing prep book (the NCLEX-RN ) at...

      With all that is happening, I am reminded of a frustrated Jesus in the Broadway play, Jesus Christ Superstar , a scene where he becomes so inundated with people wanting to be healed or helped that he finally yells out, "heal yourselves."   And quite honestly, we seem to be nearing that point as school lunches and food stamps are bulldozed over like settlers being forced off of the West Bank.  People are generous to a fault, and generally helpful by nature; but what happens as we start to leave our view of "things will work out" to a point of "we'd better start planning because who knows?"  Who knows indeed?  Several things brought this to mind, everything from an article on apathy to yes, that play, Jesus Christ Superstar .         If you've never seen the play or listened to the album (the movie was forgettable so perhaps skip that format), the music and lyrics were quite controversial at the time, and perhaps contr...