Things in common




Wherever we lived, I attended religious schools of the "Catholic" denomination, considered what would now be called "madrassas" by some. As "Catholics," we thought of ourselves as an oppressed minority, though at the time the "Catholic" church operated the largest lobby operation in "Washington."
I lived in "Los Angeles" for four months in 1968, a last fling before going in the Army. Among my minor adventures was waiting on James Mason at the restaurant where I worked (Engraved in my memory is "Have you got any hot coffee?" He wanted Sanka, and we forgot to have a pot of hot water ready. He left without leaving a tip.), and reading a script with the future Freddie Krueger, Robert (Bob) Englund (I zinged him, too, taking him out of character. He would remember it, though not fondly.). Another memorable adventure was being chased out of Tijuana with the two high school friends I was carousing with. We were lucky, heh, heh.
I had once aspired to be a lawyer, but the desire was not strong, and I moved on to other things. I did some legal work when I was in the Army, mostly typing non-judicial punishment forms. I also worked closely with an Army lawyer to thwart our company commander's charges against soldiers in the unit.
I did a lot of searching for a spiritual path, and found a mentor of sorts, who became infamous for his behavior. I left the organization, and now do a variety of practices that I find uplifting, sometimes with a teacher, most of the time not.


I had a checking account at the Bank of Hawaii, where Madelyn Dunham was a vice-president.
I'm left-handed, a better way to be. Hmm. Bill Clinton is left-handed. So were Ford, Reagan, and Bush 1 (I put him in past tense because he exists in the past tense). Here's a few others.
I was never a very good bowler, though I would handily beat a certain president-elect. I think my top score of all time was about 196, but I averaged around 140 when I bowled in a boy scout league.
In 1993 I applied for a job with ACORN in Chicago. The interview consisted of accompanying an older "African-American" woman to the West Side of Chicago, in the Pulaski-Cermak Road area. The area was devastated by the fires set in 1968 when Martin Luther King was assassinated. It was still blighted, and I helped the woman from ACORN go door-to-door organizing people. The group was trying to challenge the city government to either renovate or demolish abandoned buildings. The buildings were magnets for drug and gang activities. ACORN was also working to end discriminatory home loan practices.
I was surprised at myself for having such an easy time talking to the people in the neighborhood, but realized the job wasn't for me. It would have been too dangerous, the pay was too low, and walking the streets was something for a younger person. I had nothing but admiration for the "African-American" woman. She was older than I was by a decade or more, and wore shoes that were not exactly made for a lot of walking. We stayed out too late, and I still remember vividly the two of us standing on an "L" platform in the dark, waiting for a commuter train to take us back downtown. If I had been alone, I would likely not be alive to tell about it.
My ethnic background is mixed, "Irish" "Catholic" (or what I call indigenous "Irish") and "Scottish" "Baptist." The Hamilton part of my ancestry came from "Northern Ireland," where, like many "Scots," they had emigrated. As such, I have ancestry on both sides of one of the most violent ethnic struggles in human history. The Hamiltons that came to "America" settled in Ohio, fought in the Civil War for the "Union," and moved to central Illinois, where they farmed. Some of their descendants are still farming, and have incorporated solar energy in their operations.

I used to smoke cigarettes, for about ten years total, but quit for good in 1990. I "experimented" with consciousness altering substances when I was young. What no one ever mentions when they admit to such "experiments" are the results. For me, the experiments were successful for the most part, and they led me to the meditative life. I would not recommend this form of inquiry to anyone, though. My area of study in Educational Psychology, Transpersonal Psychology, is a result of my interest in higher consciousness.


These are all things I have roughly in common with Barack Obama, the newly elected President of the United States. Like Obama, I also voted for him for president, donated money to his campaign, and did some campaigning for him, though it was very minimal.


Barack Obama is a "centrist" in the political parlance. He believes in escalation of our involvement in "Afghanistan." His health care plan is corporate-friendly. His approach to rescuing our economy is both weak and doomed to failure. His tax reform plan is inadequate. He advocates increasing the Pentagon budget. And, most telling, he likely will go easy on prosecuting the crimes of the Bush regime.

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To see some pictures from Grant Park, click here.
Here's some pictures from around the world.
The Chicago Tribune provided some pictures from Barack Obama's life. Click here to view them.
Here's a nice version of this Randy Newman song. Here's the Randy Newman version. The song was actually written by Huey P. Long and Castro Carazo. Here's the lyrics.
Here's a good traveling song. For some history of the song, with lyrics, click here.
I'll be playing this song a few times in the coming days.
This fits. It's a transition song. We are transitioning out of feeling bad.
We are transitioning towards this.
And, of course, this.
Here's some Iz. Here's another. You can't get enough of Bruddah Iz. Here's one more. This medley, his best known rendition, would make a nice theme for the new administration. At the beginning he dedicates the tune to Gabby. He was referring to the late, great Gabby Pahinui, heard here.
Leadbelly spent some time in Washington, D.C. many years ago. He wrote a song about it. Have a listen.
Here's a nice instructional video. You can practice with this video. By January 20, you should have it down.
Here's something just for fun.
Herein lies a hint.