Saturday, July 7, 2012


Quote for Today   July 7,  2012

"Every American is a bouquet of special interests.  Some just smell better to particular noses."

A.M. Rosenthal, "On My Mind," The New York Times, December 15, 1992


Do you agree with the comment by A. M. Rosenthal?

If someone asked you to list your special interests, would you, could you?

Is the term "special interests" a button for you?

Is the mention of The New York Times, a button for you?

One of my special interests is: "I can't wait till November 7th, 2012. It will be an end of the political wrangling for a while. I hope? How about you?

Would it be of special interests to some talk shows that the persons they want elected, not get elected, so they will have an opposition to keep them in business?

Friday, July 6, 2012



The title of my homily for this 13th Friday in Ordinary Time is, “Who Me?”


Isn’t that a question we feel from time to time?  We’re standing there and someone says something like, “It’s noisy around here!” Or they say, “Someone left the milk out?” Or, “Nobody seems to empty the dish washer.” We wonder if they are aiming their comments at us. That’s what I call a “Who me?” moment.

In other words, “Are you talking to me?”  “Are you blaming me?”  “Are you asking me?”

“Who me?”

Let me curve or push that question a little deeper.

Let me paint a few "Who me?" pictures - situations when someone feels a call to do something new - something different. 

Who me? 

The little girl sees her mom so much bigger than she is. In imitation, she puts on her mom’s high heel shoes? 

The little boy wants a dump truck, because he sees the big guys on the highway in big dump trucks.

We see a neighbor walking briskly every morning past our house as we stand there in our pajamas with a cup of coffee in one hand and a donut in the other and we’re looking out the front window. We think to ourselves, “I got to  get back into shape.” 

Or we see someone who prays and goes to church and we think, “I need to get back to church!” 

A widow told me recently that she knows two women who both lost their husbands. One mourned and seemed unable to snap out of the pain. The other mourned and got moving again. She found herself saying to herself, “I have a choice here: to crawl into the grave with Charlie and pull the grass over me or I have the choice to come back to life. Charlie would want me to wake up.” Then she said, “I made the to be alive again choice. Amen.”

Those are what I call, “Who me?” moments.

They are calls to change - to follow a new path - a new way of doing things. They are calls to get out of ruts and out onto the highway of doing life. “Who me?” moments are those calls - urges - that we feel are being aimed at ourselves.


When I read today’s gospel, The Calling of Saint Matthew, I thought of the painting by that name by the famous painter Caravaggio [1571-1610]

Last September and early October I was on a 2 week cruise to the Mediterranean. Nice. On September 30 we docked at Civitavecchia, Italy. Next came a bus to Rome. I was planning on simply going to our Redemptorist house there. Others had expensive tours to the Vatican or to this or that. I had done that years ago. I went down to line up for the bus. There I spotted two ladies from our group who were simply going to Rome by themselves to walk around and see what they saw. I switched my plans and went with them for the day. Good move. We had a good day. We didn’t see the Pope, but we saw St. Peter’s and lots of churches.

Now, why am I telling you this. Answer: I’m about to get to a “Who me?” moment.

When we were near the Piazza Navona fountains, we spotted a church and so we went in. It was the Church of San Luigi dei Francesi - St. Louis of France - the national French church in Rome. Surprise! It had three Caravaggio’s - 3 Caravaggio paintings - in it.

Then I saw this book: “The Bible of Caravaggio - Images from the Old and New Testament.[Point to the book!] I think the cost was 10 Euros. It was kind of expensive and I’d have to carry it for the rest of our walking. Yet I could hear the book saying, “Buy me!” And I could hear myself saying, “Who me?”

I always think to myself at the moment of choice whether or not to buy a book. “Will I use it for a sermon some time?”

It’s that time to use that book. However, I’ve found myself looking at it from time to time - so I have got my 10 Euro worth from it.

When I read today’s gospel, The Calling of Saint Matthew, I said to myself: “That’s the painting on the cover of that Caravaggio book you bought in Rome last year.”  Sure enough. I went looking for this book and found it right there with my books on the Bible.

Here on the cover and then inside and then again is this same picture of The Call of Matthew. Of the 3 Caravaggio’s in that church, I like this one the best.

The painting is vintage Caravaggio - darkness and light.

In his day Caravaggio had followers and those who used his style.

When I read up about Caravaggio, I read that without him, Vermeer and Rembrandt would not have been the Vermeer and Rembrandt that we know.

Caravaggio lead a volatile life - fighting - killing a few people in duels - being condemned to death by one pope - being commissioned to do church paintings by various cardinals and churches - being hunted - and dying mysteriously at the age of 38.

As I read about him and read his life, I kept reading that he had a deep spirituality. Did all these scenes from the Bible challenge him one on one? And Caravaggio seemed to center in on people one to one when they were facing life threatening and life changing moments. For example, in his painting, Conversion On the Way To Damascus, Saul who becomes Paul is pictured not in a big group of people as most paintings of his conversion are portrayed, but the conversion takes place in a stable - just Saul, just one other person, and a horse. I kept wondering as I studied his paintings, what was he thinking as he painted this particular painting in this manner?

If you have time and you use a computer, type into Google or any search engine, "Caravaggio" and just look at his wonderful paintings.

He was commissioned to do many church paintings - and the authors of this book talk about his spirituality and his messages of light and darkness - the advent and arrival of God and grace into a person’s life. From what I read, the specialists think he was into giving strong spiritual messages. This painting certainly hits me.

I might be partial because I love light and darkness in photographs. I took lessons once. The photographer and his wife who took me on a field trip to learn how to take pictures said: “Photography is all about light and shadows and darkness. The best time for taking  pictures is an hour after sunrise and an hour before sunset - when the light is coming into your pictures from the side." That was Lesson # 1.


I stood there in that church of San Luigi dei Francesi for quite some time - studying especially the painting of The Calling of Saint Matthew -  knowing I was seeing history and a great painting.

In today’s gospel -Matthew 9:9-13 - he is at his custom’s post. In Caravaggio’s painting Mathew is in a room. This book says it’s a tavern. There are 4 men sitting at a table. There is one person with coins and there is a pair of dice sitting there. Jesus and Peter are standing there. Jesus points at Matthew and Matthew points to himself - as if to say, “Who me?”  In Luke 5:27 we have the same scene and same story, but Matthew is called Levi there.

It’s a moment of grace for Matthew. It’s a call from Christ to follow him into a new way of doing life. It’s a “Who me?” moment.

When I was pausing to study that painting in that church in Rome, I found myself thanking God for the calling to be a priest.


So for a homily message for today, I chose the “Who me?” message.

I see in both Caravaggio’s painting of The Calling of Saint Matthew and today’s gospel, “The Call Message.”

When we look at paintings, ask yourself, “Is there a ‘Who me?’ message in this painting. Is there a call for me to follow a new way of doing things.

I hear in Caravaggio’s paintings that God - Jesus - is calling us in all sorts of life scenes - not just in church.

I hear in the readings of Mass - calls to ask, “Is this reading pointed at me?”  Like today’s first reading from Amos, he talks about people who cheat on the scales. Of course most of us are not in the market place or at gas pumps, cheating on the scales or gauges. [Cf. Amos 8: 4-6, 9-12.]

Yet we might cheat ourselves. I love it in doctor’s offices when I notice people taking off all the weight they can when they get weighed. We are the weight we are. The scale is not us. If we are overweight or way too underweight, then why cheat ourselves of health? 

This is an aside: A funny thing happened to me at my last visit to our doctor. The nurse weighed me and said I lost weight. I hadn’t. My last exam was in the winter, so  I stepped on the scale still wearing my winter coat. When Doctor Lisa came into the examining room she looked at what the nurse wrote and she said, “You lost 7 pounds.” I answered, “Nope, the last time I was here was winter and I had on my heavy coat.” She said, “Oh.” Then she’s tapping my back and stops and says, “Nobody wears a 7 pound coat.”  I said, “Well I did and back then you said I put on weight.”

Who me?

I’m talking too long.

Who me?

Jesus is calling us every day in every way to live in a better light - to come out of the darkness and walk in the light.

Jesus comes up to us no matter who we are and where we are - tavern or tax office - toll booth or playing cards and he’s calling us.

He’s calling us out of darkness into his own wonderful light.

He's saying what he said to Matthew, "Come follow me!"

"Who me?"


Quote for Today - July 6, 2012

"It takes a little time for minds to turn face to face."

Christopher Morley, What Men Live By

Thursday, July 5, 2012


Quote for Today - July 5,  2012

"A sense of humor is the pole that adds balance to our steps as we walk the tightrope of life."



Has anyone described you as having a sense of humor?

Of those you know who have a sense of humor, does the quote above ring true for them?

Do you see life as a tightrope walk?  Is that too tight a metaphor?  What is your metaphor for what life is?  Or do use a combination of metaphors - because you realize - life is an "it all depends" sort of an adventure?

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

AMOS 5:24



The title of my homily for this Thirteenth Wednesday in Ordinary Time is, “Then Let Justice Surge Like Water and Goodness Like An Unfailing Stream.”

This is just one text - one verse - 5:24 - from the book of Amos.


I’ve never seen on a bumper sticker or a sign at a football game: “Amos 5:24.”

It wouldn’t be a bad text to base one’s life on - that I be a person of justice and goodness.

Most translations of English from the Hebrew use the word “justice,” but most don’t use “goodness” like our New American Bible does. Most translators use the word “righteousness” over “goodness”.

The Hebrew is just 6 words. The English translation is 12 words - twice as long.

I like the Hebrew word for “unfailing” - as in “unfailing stream”. It’s “ETHAN” or “ETAN”. Besides “unfailing,” it’s translated “endless” - “never failing” “ever flowing” “mighty”.

In a Biblical commentary I like the note about that word which I spotted last night while writing this homily. “…the seventh month, just before the early rain, was called ‘the month Ethanim [Cf. 1 Kings 8:2], that is, the month of the perennial streams, when they alone flowed. In the meaning ‘perennial,’ it would stand tacitly contrasted with ‘streams which fail or lie.’ True righteousness is not fitful, like an intermitting stream, vehement at one time, then disappearing, but continuous, unfailing.


Amos is calling all of us to be like a rolling river and like an ever flowing stream. Amos is calling each and every person to examine if justice and goodness are flowing out of us - like a river and a stream - or am I all dried up when it comes to justice and goodness.

I’ve seen dry river beds in Tucson and Phoenix as well as in the Salton Sea area or region of California - 100 miles east of San Diego.

I’ve seen the opposite - where there was lots of water. I lived on the Hudson River in upstate New York for 14 years of my life. I grew up in Brooklyn 3 blocks away from the Narrows - where the waters of the East River and the Hudson River meet and flow out to the sea. I lived for 7 years in Tobyhanna, Pennsylvania. Tobyhanna means dark river. It was only a stream in the Poconos. I lived on the Atlantic Ocean in Long Branch,New Jersey for 7 years. I also lived on Lak LaBelle in Oconomowoc, Wisconsin. Oconomowoc is the Native Americans or that area word meaning “where the waters meet.” As an aside, it was on July 4th evening, there that I discovered the beauty of mid-America. Everyone was at the park listening to a band concert - followed by fireworks. 

So I get the imagery of Amos. We get it as well. When the electricity is out - when the pumps ain’t pumping water - it’s then we appreciate water. We appreciate a cold water fountain and a good shower.

I’ve backpacked in the Rockies and in White Mountains of New Hampshire, so I know steams.

I’m sure you had similar experiences of water and flowing water in your lifetime. Please God, people who experience us, experience the flow of Justice and Goodness.

The opposite is desert dryness. The opposite is the horror story in today’s gospel - where 2 men are filled with demons - who cry out for release - and Jesus lets them roam and roar out of the men and into the pigs who run down the slope and jump into the Lake of Galilee.


There’s two prayers for us today. That we be to our families and coworkers  a delicious ongoing - ever flowing river and stream of delicious water and we not be filled with demons. Amen.


July 4, 2012  Quote for Today

 “To me it’s always been about fighting for quality.”

Sigourney Weaver statement in an interview in the latest issue of Time magazine - July 16, 2012 [Page 64]. She's commenting on TV and movies. 


Is quality Job #1 for you each day?

If you're a hair dresser or a dress designer, if you're cutting your lawn or washing your car, is quality key for you?

Is there any task, you do haphazardly or lazily or you just don't care?

Would preaching, celebrating Mass and parish services be better if there were evaluation forms in the benches like there in restaurants for how the food and service were?

page. 64

Tuesday, July 3, 2012


Lord, my name isn’t Thomas,
which means “Twin,” but  ---  but when
I hear his story I feel like his twin,
because I’ve been through some
of the same moments he went through.

Lord, like Thomas, help me not
to hesitate to ask:  “Where are YOU?”
and how do I get to the Place called, “YOU” -
the Inner Space where You are with Your Father.
Help to me hear what You told Thomas,
“I am the Way, the Truth and the Life!”

Lord, like Thomas, sometimes
I find myself absent - out of the loop,
not in on what’s happening in upper rooms,
with what’s going on in the group,
so I end up with so many questions.

Lord, like Thomas tell me to put my hands
into your hands - tell me to put my fingers
into the cut in your side. Help me to discover
what Thomas discovered:  You are the
Risen Lord on the other side of suffering
and death and what seems like no more.

Lord, like Thomas, I have my doubts
and that’s where I really feel twined to him.
Yet like him, I have learned my lesson:
if you don’t have doubts, you won’t get
a chance to make great acts of faith,
like the real prayer of Thomas,
“My Lord, and my God.”



Painting on top: The Incredulity of Saint Thomas - by Caravaggio [1601-1602]

Today is the feast of St. Thomas. Instead of a homily on St. Thomas - which I have given many - instead of an imaginary story with St. Thomas explaining his life - which I’ve done one of, this feast of St. Thomas I decided to write a prayer using the themes from the life of Thomas as noticed in the Gospels. 

July  3,  2012  Quote for Today

Doubt: "What gets you an education."

Wilson Mizner [1876-1933]

Monday, July 2, 2012



The title of my homily for this 13 Monday in Ordinary Time is, “Let the Dead Bury Their Dead!”

Let me repeat that. It’s the last message in today’s gospel. Jesus is finishing some comments about what it takes to follow him. He’s about to get into a boat to go to the other side of the Lake. He says to the crowd, “Let the dead bury their dead.” [Matthew 8:22]

It’s a very tough saying - no doubt about it.

Some think it’s more about folks hesitating to do something - because they are waiting for the day when their parents die. That could be years to come. In the meanwhile, they haven’t lived their life. Jewish law said there was an obligation to take care of the burial of one’s parents.


Think about those 6 words: “Let the dead bury their dead.”

I don’t know about you, but I heard that saying since I was a kid and from time to time I think about those words of Jesus - and not just when they are part of the readings at Mass.

How about you?  What have been your experiences of how you and others have dealt with death?

I remember hearing a story in a sermon from a long time ago. A mom lost her son in the Second World War. Every day she put fresh clothes on a chair in his bedroom next to his empty bed - and everyday she would wash the clothes that were sitting there from the day before. His room was kept as a shrine in memory of her lost son.

That takes energy - that takes time - to feel that pain - to wash those clothes which were never worn. Looking back I don’t remember the specific point the speaker was trying to make. What hit me was her need at some point to get over her son's death - and use her energy and time for the living.

In time I also learned that everyone has to do their grieving in their own way - and most of the time it’s not helpful for outsiders to tell the person feeling the inside pain: “Get over it!” I remember a wife telling me how angry she was at a priest who told her to get over the death of her husband. The priest said something like, “Enough already. Get on with your life.”  She said to me: “What did he know of marriage and love!”

We have all watched people and how different they are when it comes to grieving. We've all seen ourselves grieving differently for different people.

I always remember seeing a television documentary on how humans have evolved. It might have been Jacob Bronowski’s, The Ascent of Man or Civilisation by Kenneth Clark. Both were a wonderful series on TV and I went out and bought the books. In one of those programs, the commentator said something like: "It was a significant moment in the history of us humans when early people didn’t just throw the body of someone who died off the side of a migratory path and move on. No. They stopped to bury the dead person. They stopped to pause, to pray, to cry, and to leave a marker."

To be human is to do that. I get that. Father Joe Krastel loves western movies and he usually has the clicker and when commercials come on in a ballgame, he switches to the western channel. I feel woozy bad when someone is shot and killed and the group doesn’t stop to bury the dead person. I feel better when they stop to bury their dead - even if they lose time and another group is pursuing them. So I get that.

Isn’t that why folks often want read at the funeral of a loved one, Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8 - when the author says, “There is an appointed time for everything … a time to be born and a time to die … a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance….”?

What have our family deaths taught us?

My sister Mary lost her 15 year old son Michael from cancer with only 4 days notice. I remember her telling me years later that the first stage takes 7 years and then there is the time after that.

When my dad died,  I cried. It was my first real death - so too my nephew Michael - so too my brother. I still have not cried at my mother’s death and that was back in 1987. I wonder why - perhaps because it was so violent and so sudden - in a hit and run accident - as she was walking to morning mass and then to work. Someone suggested listening to Irish music…. Time will tell....

So each of us has our own deaths. Each of us has our own private cemetery deep in the village or town or countryside of our soul or memory. And we go by it from time to time. And we visit it from time to time.


Today’s gospel - the last sentence in today’s gospel - those words of Jesus - “Let the dead bury their dead” - triggers these thoughts.

Two key thoughts. Mourn! It's part of what makes us human. It tells us how much we love and miss the people who have been part of our life. Secondly, at some point, we have to bury our dead. That doesn’t mean we don’t have the pictures on the top of our bureaus - the death cards in our prayer books - the conversations about our dead. But at some point, we have to bury our dead. That’s why there are cemeteries. That’s why those who keep the ashes of loved ones  in their house, sometimes say, “It’s time to bury the dead. It's time to move on to the other side of the lake."


July  2, 2012  - Quote for Today

"One way to keep people from jumping down your throat is to keep your mouth shut."


Sunday, July 1, 2012


[This is a double loop  homily.  I plan to go through the 3 readings two times.]


The title of my homily for this 13th Sunday in Ordinary Time [B] is, “In The Meanwhile.”

Today’s readings stumped me.  In the meanwhile I read them over a few more times.  I said my regular prayer: “Come Holy Spirit. Give me something to say that will help someone here at Mass today.”  

In the meanwhile,  I did some research on the 3 documents.

In the meanwhile, I scratched my head and said, “Now what?”

The first reading from the Book of Wisdom 1:13-15; 2:23-24 begins with a dramatic statement: “God did not make death,…”  Do I preach on that? If you heard that statement loud and clear, did you inwardly say, “Well who did?” Or did you say, “Please explain?”

The second reading from 2 Corinthians 8:7, 9, 13-15 has Paul telling the Corinthians about equality - about redistribution of wealth - that those who are poor should get from the rich and those who are rich should be dishing out to the poor. Didn’t Christ do as much? Didn’t Christ let go of his riches and become poor just for us - so that we who are poor, can become rich in Christ? You won’t hear that message about economic equality in  Sunday morning talk shows and political debate or dare I say sermons in most churches in the United States.

The Gospel from Mark 5: 21-43 gives two stories about two women - both of whom have health problems. One is a 12 year old girl whose father comes to Jesus for help. His young daughter  is dying. The second is a woman with women’s blood problems and she reaches out in the crowd to touch Jesus to be healed. She’s healed. She’s discovered Jesus and Jesus discovered her. The little girl is also healed. Jesus tells those standing there to get her something to eat.  If there is anything I hear as priest, its right here. Why can’t Jesus heal my sick son or daughter or mom or dad or sister or brother or me? Why aren’t I healed, when I just reach out and touch Jesus to be healed? How many times have we all heard someone pray out loud, “God, why did you let this person I love, die?”

Tough readings. So that’s why I said: "Today’s readings stumped me."


In the meanwhile, I sat there with this feeling of frustration till I began thinking what one needs to do when frustrated? Answer: do something.

That’s the bottom line of my homily: In the meanwhile, do something.

If that doesn’t grab you, then I suggest in the meanwhile, read the readings again from the missalette or read the Sunday bulletin if you took one on the way in.


So I re-read today’s first reading again - and then some commentaries on the text. It didn’t sound like it was coming from Hebrew thought.  It sounded Greek to me. Sure enough today’s first reading is not in the Hebrew Bible. It’s in some Greek Old  Testaments. In the research I did on this text last night, I read that this text was probably written in the Jewish community in Alexandria, Egypt - around the last half of the first century before Christ.  And the author or authors have read Greek philosophers on this very question: where did death come from? However, the scholars say even though there is Greek thought and influence here,  there are some differences in thinking. It has other Jewish scripture ideas, so the scholars  believe the Book of Wisdom is by a Jewish author or authors in the Jewish community in Alexandria.[1]

In the meanwhile,  the writer is saying that God didn’t bring death. We were created to  be immortal  and  imperishable. That word “imperishable” is the  English word used in our translation. Then the author of the first reading blames the devil and those who enter into his company - as the ones who caused death. That’s also clearly the message about how death came about. We see that in the early sections of the Book of Genesis - when Adam and Eve in the garden ate the forbidden fruit - and got expelled from the Garden.

In the meanwhile, that’s what the commentators on today’s first reading  say. That’s their take on why there is death.

What’s your take on why there is death? If you’re over 50, I’m sure you’ve thought about that from time to time.

I’m 72 and I have a different take on why there is death than the one here in the Book of Wisdom. My first reason is that we are not God. My second reason is traffic jams and doctors’ offices. If we think it is tough now, imagine all those 3 or 4 thousand year olders on the highways every day or ahead of us in the doctor’s office. What about the drain on the economy with pensions? Maybe not: those who make and sell hearing aids and wheelchairs will be loaded - and those who have auto body shops will have lots of business.  My third reason is that death makes life have a lot more meaning. Dead lines get people to get a lot done - especially,  if what we do in the meanwhile is life giving.

In the meanwhile - that’s the first reading we have for today.


As to the redistribution of wealth and riches - I don’t see massive giving of necessities to the poor. [2]  In the meanwhile, thank you for your generosity to the St. Vincent de Paul Program here at St. Mary’s. Thank you.

In the meanwhile in your capacities, volunteer to tutor or visit the sick or help folks get off their butts and get a job. Help at the Lighthouse Shelter or where have you.

In the meanwhile, find a charity that is effective - that is systemic to relieve poverty - or what have you.

In the meantime, enough with the judgments on the poor - unless you’ve been in their shoes.

In the meanwhile, I better shut up. I have a vow of poverty but I’ve had a great life so far. I’ve never been in want of food or money or fun. I became a priest to be a missionary in Brazil. However,  with a vow of obedience as well - I never got there. So I’ve been stationed in mostly neat places. Yet every day, in the meanwhile, I have choices to be open or closed to the person in front of me: rich or poor.


As to prayer and healing - exercise - eat smart - and get to the doctor for examinations or when sick and hopefully you aren’t going broke like the woman in today’s gospel - at the hands of the doctors of her day.

Health care? Has that been in the news lately?

Sometimes people expect the preacher in the pulpit to get into some of the issues of our day.

This person here is not going to get into the health care questions for two reasons.

First of all, it’s an election year and many comments are construed as politicking - so I will try to stay clear of this stuff till at least November 7th.

Secondly, I’m a believer that there is a time and place for talking on some specific issues - and unless people can speak up or challenge - or comment back, then the pulpit can become simply a bully pulpit.

In the meanwhile, even saying that much can upset some folks. And some people don’t come to Sunday Mass for a fight - or to be spoken at - but they come here for prayer and inspiration and reflection, etc.


In the meanwhile as I reflected upon the 3 words that became the title of my homily, “In The Meanwhile,” it hit me: that phrase has possibilities.

In the meanwhile, life is moving on - time is ticking - every day we’re a day older than the day before - and one day closer to our death.

In the meanwhile the ice cream cone decreases when licked or it melts. It has an end point - like a dinner, like a wedding, like a movie, like a life. The End is coming.

In the meanwhile, enjoy the gift of life.

In the meanwhile, if your electricity is out, come to church and then hide out in the mall - or if you have a cellar, hide there till you have your power back again.

In the meanwhile, don’t over drink or overeat ice cream or take sugar drinks or smoke or booze. They might take years off your life.

In the meanwhile,  let people reach out and touch you.

In the meanwhile, thank the people who have touched your life for the better - and forgive those who have touched your life for the worse.

In the meanwhile, while waiting or caught or stuck in the crowd of  the meanwhile’s of life, don’t be mean. [3]

Instead, reach out and touch Jesus - even if it’s just the edge of his cloak - he’ll know.


Painting on Top: Who Touched Me [2001], by Dinah Roe Kendall

[1] Cf. "Wisdom," by Addison G. Wright, S.S., in The New Jerome Biblical Commentary, pp. 510-514

[2] Cf. Acts of the Apostles, 4: 32 to 5:11

[3] This is a play on words. I noticed that the word, "meanwhile" has the word "mean" for starters.


July 1,  2012  Quote for Today

Part of an Interview with Colin Powell in the Book Review of today's New York Times: Question - "If you could require the president to read one book, what would it be? What book would you require all heads of state to read?"  

Answer by Colin Powell: "The Best and the Brightest by David Halberstam. Theories and grand ideas are important. But they seldom unfold as planned. People - it is all about people."

New York Times, Book Review, Sunday July 1, 2012