The Call of the Cardinal (1/15/2006)

No, I am not talking about a religious leader – I am talking about the bird!

It was bitterly cold this morning, in the low 20s (Fahrenheit, that is), and the wind was howling. I somehow managed to drive to the Monocacy Aqueduct.  The local road was covered with broken tree limbs, and I had to navigate around the bigger ones, listening to the thumping of the broken branches against the bottom of the car.  There was nobody around.  The wind hit me the moment I got out the car bringing tears to my eyes. Having navigated cold mornings in the past, I was determined to go on.  But this was different.  About a half mile down the trail, I began to lose sensation in my toes and fingers completely.  What little feeling of pleasure I had about getting back on the trail after more than a month of absence vanished.   I may push things to the limit, but I am not foolish.  I returned to the car and quickly turned on the heat.  My fingers hurt.

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I could have turned and returned home after this experience, but I still felt the urge to do something.  So I headed north.  I discovered the road to the parking lot at Nolands Ferry.  The road was in as bad a shape as that to the Monocacy Aqueduct.  The wind had done a number on the trees the previous night.  The cold front had come roaring through on Saturday, and in our part of the world this is usually accompanied by the icy Canadian winds from the north.  I stepped out of the car to think about running once again, but changed my mind quickly.  I then drove further north to Point of Rocks.

I had just parked the car beside the trail when the Cardinal landed on the side-view mirror on the passenger side and looked at me.  “What are you doing in there?” it seemed to be asking in a curious sort of manner. “Why don’t you join me out here?”  I was furiously trying to extract my camera from its cover while the bird was sitting there pecking at the mirror.  This one was sneaky.  The moment I got the camera in my hands, it flew away to a branch on a tree and I had to be content taking a picture from a distance.

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Anyway, this was my encouragement.  I stepped out onto the trail once again.  This time I made it a few 100 feet north before I was hit by a gust of icy wind that almost stopped me in my tracks.  The impact of the wind being channeled over the trail by the cliffs next to the river was tremendous.  I turned around and headed back on the trail, this time towards Nolands Ferry.  This I could do!  The space was more open and the wind did not seem to affect me too much, although I could still hear it howling through the branches up above me.  Gradually, I got back into my pace, remembering the way things were before I went on vacation.  It felt nice.

It was when I turned to head back towards Point of Rocks that I felt the effect of the wind once again. It was blowing into my face, but it was not as bad as before.  The sun had come up by now and its warming effect helped things.  In any case, I had no choice but to make it back to the car.  There had been a few other people in the park at Point of Rocks, but there was nobody to be seen on the trail at that point.  I think the wind had something to do with this.

So I completed the run, covering my normal distances, and got back into the comfort of the car.  I was disturbed by a banging on the back window as soon as I sat down in the driver’s seat.  It was the cardinal once again, furiously pecking at something on the back of the car!  Once again I tried to get my camera ready for a picture but the bird flew away.  As I settled into the seat to eat a donut, the creature performed its act once more, this time banging against the side window, looking at me all the time, and then flying away when I got my camera up.  I then decided to get out the car and back into the cold, and tried to follow the bird to get a close-up picture of it.  I managed to take a picture better than the one I had gotten during my previous visit to the trail, but it was certainly not as good as one I could have gotten if the bird were against the car itself.

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The bird would keep reappearing the moment I laid my camera down, and then it would fly away.  It was playing games!  So I decided to sit for a while with camera in hand, just waiting.  The bird came back, but this time it settled on the side-view mirror of another vehicle across the road.  It then started pecking at the mirror of that car.  I think what was happening was that it was seeing its reflection in the mirror and pecking at it.  (Does anybody have an explanation for this kind of a behavior?)  The bird never came back on to my car again. I had waited for about 10 minutes.  I then drove home.

I could have given up at the Monocacy Aqueduct and gone home when I first got started, but I am glad I persisted.  It felt good to do this once again, and I can thank my friend the cardinal for motivating me to get out there and brave the cold and the wind.  By the way, both the side-view mirrors on the car have scratch marks on them that do not look like they will come off. The cardinal must have a very sharp beak.

The country celebrates Martin Luther King Day tomorrow.  Lona Alias was playing excerpts from the “I’ve been to the Mountaintop” speech that Dr. King gave in Memphis on the radio.  This was the speech given just before he was murdered. He had a premonition about what was going to happen to him. What a great speaker!  His words moved people during his time, and they continue to be a source of inspiration.  Dr. King was not a perfect person, but he managed to influence the life of many people in a positive way.  We have to admit that we are also imperfect people ourselves.  If we find a way to leave a positive and lasting impact on people in spite of our weaknesses, then I think we have done well.

Enough preaching for today.

When local government fails the common man

Here is what the local government in Washington DC did to one of its residents who was in trouble.  Instead of trying to help, they took advantage of the situation and made money off his woes.  Apparently stuff like this happens regularly.  They are preying on the powerless.

http://wpo.st/9x2q0

The Falling Leaves

A dear friend of mine lost his mother recently.  Death is but a part of Life, but knowing this does not make the event any easier to deal with.  But even in the grieving that takes place when this happens, one also celebrates the life that was lived.

The falling of the autumn leaves and this season of change are an especially poignant time to be reminded of the transient nature of life, and my friend has experienced both the beauty and sadness of this moment multiple times in the passing of both his parents during different Fall seasons.  And in going though this experience, he has also been blessed with many wonderful memories that come back to him, memories that will always be with him, memories that he shares with his family and friends.

Life does go on, and we will continue to celebrate it even as we remember our loved ones.  This one is for you my friend.

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The Tent Angel

“We just gotta outlast the storm by one day,and I just want to be there to help someone through their storm”.
Arnold Harvey, Garbageman, Montgomery County, MD.

Here is somebody who is actually actively doing good work with the less fortunate in our part of the world.  Read the story of the tent angel.

I did a little more research on Arnold and found out that I had just touched the tip of the iceberg regarding the background of this remarkable person.  He is an amazing chap who with his wife Theresa has already been doing other notable charitable works in our part of the world for many years. He is called “The trash truck driver” by the homeless, and he has done a lot to help them in their immediate needs.  He manages to run a charitable organization while working as a garbageman, and he is making a difference the best way that he can.

Read the article that appeared about him in the Huffington Post here.  His life story is also quite interesting.

Here are a couple of videos.

https://youtu.be/EXUYujwCRGI

https://www.facebook.com/godsconnectiontransition/videos/vb.584956878230174/858936434165549/?type=2&theater

What would you rather be doing at 5:00am on a Saturday morning?

Just another story? The tale of Nature Boy

I suspect that many of us who inhabit the blogosphere today would be considered a little bit outside the mainstream.  We are most probably here because we think we have something to say; perhaps we have time on our hands; perhaps we have interests (hobbies?) that are provided an outlet though this medium; perhaps some of us are fortunate enough to belong to the minority who are in a position to lead lives beyond the seemingly never-ending need to earn a living.  Seen in this context, some of us may be considered a little crazy, and craziness in the eyes of the mainstream of society can sometimes take you in a different direction in your life.  Witness the story of Elijah Alfred “NatureBoy” Alexander, Jr that I found in the Washington Post today.  It includes the following quote:

“I’m the freest man in America.”

Reading the article led me to do some more searching about this gentleman.  I came upon another blogspot called Invisible People, and a page about the gentleman noted above.  The blog includes the following video interview.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GO3IULOrrlM#t=17

Many thoughts come to mind when reading about Nature Boy.  Some of them are perhaps captured in the comments that follow the Washington Post article.  Some of them come from reading about the lives of the Invisible People.  I wonder how many of us think we are qualified to pass judgement on people like Elijah Alfred Alexander, Jr? And do we think that the existence of the invisible people in our societies today is acceptable?  If anything, I think all of this is commentary on the kind of society that we inhabit today.  And I for one certainly think it is possible to do better.

Are there any Boundaries for Greed

People like the person noted in the article below are greedy parasites who seem to thrive on the misery of others.  They can come up with all kinds of reasons to justify the things they are doing, and also make all the excuses they want in this regard, but in reality all they seem to care about is making money for themselves even at the expense of others.  This is unfortunately the result of capitalism run amok, without a conscience.  It is folks like this who cause new rules and regulations to come into place regarding the the conduct of business that they can later cry about.

http://www.nytimes.com/2015/09/21/business/a-huge-overnight-increase-in-a-drugs-price-raises-protests.html

The publicity behind this story may have changed the final outcome a little.

http://www.nytimes.com/2015/09/22/business/big-price-increase-for-tb-drug-is-rescinded.html?_r=0