I found out my hacker was from Nigeria, using a female name, Melissa Dobbs (I can’t believe someone that nasty is a woman).  The fellow who helped me fix my email asked me to pray for him when I offered to pay (He works for Yahoo!).    There are some terrifically honest people in this world.

I think Western Civilization has made its wonderful progress because of people like that.  Everybody progresses when you work with those people.  My wife and I passed a stop-light beggar on the way to East New York.  It was difficult to give him something because our light had just turned green, so she dropped a green bill in the roadway.  He got it.

Some people make out that way, since there are always those with the generosity of God.  You’ve surely heard about a waitress or waiter who gets the two-thousand dollar tip.  May you get a gift like that!

It was a case of déjà vu, going for my second Covid 19 shot, and the pharmacist had the syringe filled to 1 ml. (instead of .5 ml.) but who knows, this was the second shot.  With millions of shots and all kinds of givers, it’s a wonder there weren’t more mistakes.  Most of them were probably undetectable.

My fate, or providence, has been in the hands of God since time unremembered, and has come out all right.  I am going to prepare for Easter now, and as my son laughingly suggested, I can now hide my own Easter eggs, because I won’t remember where I hid them (not quite that bad yet).

We can enjoy with little fear of harm in Western Civilization.  The Supreme Judaic lamb has been sacrificed, never again to die, and I write this with peace and joy.  Happy Easter.

My son and I were discussing possible solutions to a problem, when he mentioned Occam’s Razor, a medieval Franciscan friar’s solution.  The “law” states that given several solutions to a problem, the right one is usually the simplest.  Einstein had a predilection for such answers.

I was given my first Covid 19 shot by a pharmacist.  I didn’t feel a thing.  Now the question is: did he actually give me the shot or did he save the vial for someone else?

The simplest answer is that he has a soft touch in administering shots, and like some people, I didn’t feel it.  The needle ran a happy course through the muscle.  That would be the simplest answer.  Am I right, or scammed?  What is the Christian answer to this problem?  I’m going for the second shot tomorrow.

There I was, with a 50×20 foot tarpaulin, and my goal was to get it folded, by myself, because I knew my wife would have objections on the basis of storing something soiled in one of our closets.  When faced with a stunning challenge to my intellect, my usual resource was a prayer to the Holy Spirit, the Supreme Intellect.  It worked.

I spent the balance of my time organizing the cords that I had used to keep the tarp in place during the winter so they could be reused.  I wound them into a ball as I had seen my wife do with yarn, though it didn’t work as well with string.

Those are the pastimes of the retiree, putting his declining energy to good use.  I still think about the woman who laughed when I mentioned eternal life.  What would she have said to the physics dictum: matter can neither be created nor destroyed?

There were times when I took the Scouts on an outing every month, Winter or Summer, and only once did the parents have to rescue us.  We were at an abandoned estate (now the TOB Golf Course) and there was snow on the ground.  We were sleeping in our winterized tents when the weather changed to rain and a howling wind.  I couldn’t drive new stakes into the frozen ground and the wind was blowing down our tents.  How to stay dry?

It was three in the morning and my wife, Loretta, got the call.  She had access to all the Troop phone numbers.  We got home and dried out the tents in our basements.  When I sit out on the patio now the weather is different.  I hear robins and blue jays and admire the buds opening in the sunshine.

It’s good to taste as much of God’s creation as is safe.  My scouts got the grand tour, and I don’t think they’ll ever doubt God’s menu, God’s selection, that we love to taste on a nice day.