Friday, December 11, 2020

#83 year end greetings

December 11, 2020

Good morning.

            This constitutes my holiday "card" to my friends. Our year, since March, has been like that of everyone else we know: quarantined. We had modest social activities in the summer and fall, outdoors and distanced, but now we've transitioned to Zoom cocktail hours. Otherwise life goes on. Kathy does jigsaw puzzles while listening to interesting podcasts, she knits hats to be donated to organizations that give them to those who need them, and (as a volunteer) transcribes documents for the National Archives (at present documents from the Nuremberg trials after WWII). I serve on the executive committee of the University's retiree association and read Poirot mysteries and play online bridge and keep a journal. Kathy's time is spent more productively than mine.

            Elliott and Martha are doing fine, both still working and enjoying their apartment in St. Paul. Kathy's son Spencer continues to have difficulties with his nerve pain and back issues and likely faces a second spinal surgery early next year. The cats sleep a lot. Kathy's artificial Christmas tree helps us enjoy the holiday spirit even though we can't see anyone other than on a screen.

            At least 2020 is ending on a modestly cheery note: vaccines are coming and will be available over the next several months. We may not be able to get our jab until June or July, although I like to be optimistic and think that with two or more additional vaccines in the pipeline, widespread vaccination may be possible earlier. At least it appears the light in the tunnel is not an oncoming train. The political scene remains troubling.

            As some of you know, Kathy and I have rented a house in Bonita Springs, Florida, from Jan 1 to Feb 28. We plan to drive down, leaving Minneapolis December 27 or 28, depending on the weather here, and coming back home in early March (perhaps stopping to see some sites on the trip home because that's a part of the country—between here and Florida—that neither Kathy nor I have spent much time in). We look forward to not being shut indoors without any social interaction the entire winter.

            Has 2020 been the worst year ever? Some historians have pinpointed an earlier year that was arguably worse.

Wikipedia:

The extreme weather events of 535–536 were the most severe and protracted short-term episodes of cooling in the Northern Hemisphere in the last 2,000 years. The event is thought to have been caused by an extensive atmospheric dust veil, possibly resulting from a large volcanic eruption in the tropics or in Iceland. Its effects were widespread, causing unseasonable weather, crop failures, and famines worldwide.

https://medium.com/lessons-from-history/536-ad-the-worst-year-in-history-472a32797e46:

2020 has already been immortalised. It is a year that nobody will forget. However, when speaking of the worst year recorded in human history there are many to choose from: [1349, the Black Death kill half the population of Europe; 1520, smallpox ravaged the Americas and killed between 60 and 90 per cent of the continents’ original inhabitants; 1918, the Spanish Flu led to the deaths of over 50 million people; 1933, the rise of Hitler]. However, historians are unanimous in their choice. The title of the worst year in history is easily held by the year 536 AD. [I think "historians are unanimous. . . " is an overstatement.]

Medieval historian, Michael McCormick has stated that “it was the beginning of one of the worst periods to be alive, if not the worst year.” (Science Magazine, Ann Gibbons, 2018).

The year began with an inexplicable, dense fog that stretched across the world which plunged Europe, the Middle East and parts of Asia into darkness 24 hours a day, for nearly 2 years.

Consequently, global temperatures plummeted which resulted in the coldest decade in over 2,000 years. Famine was rampant and crops failed all across Europe, Africa and Asia. Unfortunately, 536 AD seemed to only be a prelude to further misery. This period of extreme cold and starvation caused economic disaster in Europe and in 541 A.D. an outbreak of bubonic plague further led to the death of nearly 100 million people and almost half of the Byzantine Empire.

This part of the sixth century has a widely been referred to as the Dark Ages, but the true source of this darkness had previously been unknown to scholars. Recently, researchers led by McCormick and glaciologist Paul Mayewski, have discovered that a volcanic eruption in Iceland in early 536 led to incredibly large quantities of ash being spread across much of the globe, creating the fog that cast the world into darkness. This eruption was so immense that it altered the global climate and adversely affected weather patterns and crop cultivation for years to come (Antiquity).

 

            So we can end 2020 grateful that it is not 536.

            I wish you all an enjoyable holiday season and a better 2021 (which sets the bar pretty low).

-- Gary


P.S. For those of you who like them, here's a happy study for the end of the year: https://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2020/12/201210145850.htm

 

Saturday, November 28, 2020

#82 holidays, "the fat lady," MN weather, Facebook breakup, songs

November 28, 2020

Good morning.

             Tales from these times.

             A nearly-lifelong friend of mine wrote to me how sad he was that Thanksgiving had to be celebrated in isolation; it's his favorite holiday of the year and a time for a large family gathering plus with others.

             I knew exactly what he meant, and told him so, only he and I have different favorite holidays. I am quite sure I will have the same reaction when Christmas comes that he had about Thanksgiving. I love Christmas because that's when we have a larger family gathering, I like the tree and the music, and I really like giving presents. Some are serious--what Elliott or Kathy would like--and some are fun and some are goofy. The hardest part of the holiday was finding humorous, oddball presents for stocking-stuffers (which we actually put in a grocery bag because they were too big and numerous to fit in any stocking), such as a book on the biggest jerks in history, little mechanical toys that make the cats jump, and whatever I could find at strange gift stores. But as with my friend's Thanksgiving, surely my Christmas is gone as well, especially given the spiking coronavirus numbers.

 Thanksgiving for me has always been less meaningful and interesting, although I enjoy the family gathering. But I did not enjoy it this year. In fact, I missed it more than I thought I would, probably because we haven't been able to see people very much (summer deck events notwithstanding). Kathy made a marvelous dinner and will deliver two plates' worth to her mom and a friend at their senior living place.

I figured out the other night that this would be the first time since I lived in an apartment on Loring Park (1975-79) that we won't have a Christmas tree. We have always—for 30+ years—driven up to Stacy to a tree farm to cut our tree (today) and then spend the day decorating it and the house. Ever since he's been old enough, Elliott has cut the tree while I hold it. Even he, who's not a big holiday guy, was disappointed that we aren't going up to get a tree today, but he recognizes that it would be far too risky. Since we will have no company over the holidays, Kathy and I had decided against any tree at all. (We do have her artificial tree, which is a good one, but we weren't even going to put that one up.)

Upon reading that we'd decided to bail out altogether on Christmas, my friend fired back an email. "But here is where I think you are wrong: put up the damn tree. You say that Christmas is even more important to you than Thanksgiving, so, like Thanksgiving, you should make the best of it. Yes, you lost the trip to Stacy to cut it down. But you own an artificial tree and all the ornaments, you are bored, and there is no reason to not put up the tree. Just because you won't have guests? Not persuasive. Christmas is, unfortunately, at least a month long, which means a month of noticing that it doesn't exist in its normal place. " I apparently am highly susceptible to influence from long-time friends. I showed Kathy his message; we promptly went down the basement, dragged out the artificial tree, and spent the next hour assembling it and putting the lights on it. (The last time it was up when Kathy lived in her townhouse, before we got married, so ten years ago. She's actually tried twice without success to sell it on CraigsList; now we're glad she didn't.)

In spite of this gloominess and sense of loss about the holidays, I am not quite as pessimistic as I have been about the future. The vaccine news is promising, and I am now cautiously optimistic that we'll be able to get out of most of the pandemic restrictions by spring (I have been thinking middle or late summer, but now it seems it could be 2-3 months earlier). I've also read a couple of articles by physicians saying that once vaccines are approved, no one should have any hesitation about getting them because they will all have gone through the normal rigorous review process--just much faster than usual. (As one wrote, this is what can happen when scientific research is adequately funded.) I'm also optimistic that this will not have a dramatic effect on the rest of our lives. Some, but I think we'll be able to get back to a reasonably normal level of social intercourse.

* * *

            Let me raise a question directly primarily at my women friends.

            At one point in late October Kathy and I were briefly discussing the upcoming election and she recited the line about "it ain't over until the fat lady sings. " We both then wondered "where did that come from??? " Kathy speculated immediately that it must be based on Wagnerian opera. Of course we Googled it and she was correct. Per Wikipedia:

The phrase is generally understood to be a reference to opera sopranos, who were traditionally overweight. The imagery of Wagner's opera cycle Der Ring des Nibelungen and its last part, Götterdämmerung [twilight of the gods], is typically used in depictions accompanying uses of the phrase. The "fat lady " is thus the valkyrie Brünnhilde, who was traditionally presented as a very buxom lady. Her farewell scene lasts almost twenty minutes and leads directly to the finale of the whole Ring Cycle. As Götterdämmerung is about the end of the world (or at least the world of the Norse gods), in a very significant way "it is [all] over when the fat lady sings. "

What did surprise us, however, is the recency of the coinage. Again, Wikipedia:

The first recorded use appeared in the Dallas Morning News on March 10, 1976: Despite his obvious allegiance to the Red Raiders, Texas Tech sports information director Ralph Carpenter was the picture of professional objectivity when the Aggies rallied for a 72–72 tie late in the SWC tournament finals. "Hey, Ralph, " said Bill Morgan, "this... is going to be a tight one after all. " "Right ", said Ralph, "the opera ain't over until the fat lady sings."

            As a light-hearted matter, I posted the foregoing on my Facebook page. One of my friends wrote that "Opera or no. It's now considered to be a huge faux pax. I said it (innocently😏) not long ago and my millennial kids inferred it's as bad a slur as many other 1950s acceptable slogans. "

            I have mixed feelings about the comment. Yes, it stereotypes women opera singers, who often were large in the early and middle parts of the 20th century (that is far less true now). It's also a matter of language history. Having worked with men and women in college sports, both locally and nationally, from 1975 to 1986, I am fully aware that the men in that business were among the most sexist around. (Many still are, but things have changed.) So I am reasonably sure that Mr. Carpenter didn't give a hoot about whether or not his wisecrack was sexist. He probably didn't even think about it, nor did most of his listeners (I assume the statement was made on a broadcast of some kind).

            What's your take?

* * *

            On a matter of local weather: with our record-breaking October snowfall, and unusual cold spell, I wrote to my meteorologist and climate science friend to ask if this sharp swing from normal could in any fashion be attributed to global climate change. He wrote back:

It is possible that the deep intrusion of cold air during October has a link to climate change, as there is some evidence that some of these intrusions may be egged on by slackening jet stream patterns, which may result from accelerated warming in the Arctic and higher latitudes. It is indeed very difficult to diagnose a single event that way, but this is an idea that is being discussed heavily, studied, and hammered out in the academic literature.

He went on to tell me that the snow and cold don't mean anything.

So, do early snows tell us anything about the coming winter? In short, no. It appears that an October snow is just an October snow, and has no bearing on the remainder of winter. From 1884 through 2019, 45 out of 136 Octobers in the Twin Cities have seen at least one day with measurable snow. The winters that followed those instances of snowfall have spanned nearly the entire spectrum of possibilities: dry, wet, snowy, cold, warm, and of course, average.

So we don't know any more about the upcoming winter than usual, which is very little.

* * *

            I had several thoughtful responses to my story about the breakup (on Facebook) with my friend.

 "Elliott is right: the recasting of liberalism as the chief enemy of progressive goals has spread to an alarming (to me) degree, and led to the self-defeating tactic of self-indulgently alienating progressives' likeliest allies. "

 "Elliott's reaction is right on. As I have put it sometimes, having spent my career trying to convince students that politics is important, I now think maybe I should apologize. Politics is too important to too many people now. "

 "I'd say the key phrases are Bloomberg's "your happiness " and your (and her) "very liberal. " Classic cultural compound, as it seems to me. Many of "us " think our happiness comes before everything else, because we grew up thinking because we were taught that way; whereas for them survival in a white culture is a daily and all too often fatal challenge, and "happiness " is a dream at best, for most. They get "The Talk, " We don't need it. Their lives, especially if they're men, depend on it. And "very liberal " is something we can afford to claim to be, because it doesn't cost us much or detract from our "comfortable well-off " condition as white people concerned especially with "our happiness. " We "are so much worse than trump supporters " because they are 'white supremacists' in effect, we are intrenched and closet bigots without even knowing—or at least agreeing--we are. "I rather think that the limitation of defective understanding is on our side: to the extent that we very-liberal whites aren't actively and economically doing something to give blacks a chance to compete on level turf, we are ourselves an obstacle to equality. Since that's most of the way for most of us, it pisses blacks off. How could it not?! It's bloody lucky for us that that's as far as it goes. "

 "What a terrible Facebook story. Certainly gives me pause as I have a very disparate group of FB friends (very liberal, liberal, conservative pro-lifers)—I try very hard to only post things that are either benign or important to my thinking personally and I want even my conservative friends to think about it (politically.) This almost makes me want to close my own account—I suspect I have been unfriended but cannot tell. "

 "I have to say that I had some of the same reaction your friend did (about disengaging from politics being a privilege of comfortable white people) though I wouldn't have said so in the manner she did, of course. And I see both sides. That day-to-day life and personal relationships do mean more to everyone, but also that some people (especially BIPOC people) are much more affected and constrained and beaten up by the system that our politics produces, so can less well afford to ignore that. At the same time, the political system hasn't helped those folks much—especially those on the lowest end of the economic spectrum—no matter who's been in charge, so in some senses they can and do care less about politics than those of us obsessed with the daily news. Too bad about the rift with your friend. It's hard having conversations across some of these divides, but throwing personal insults is clearly not the way to do that. "

            I agree with my friends who made these comments. It is true that some of us may do too little to tackle the economic disparities that lead to such divisions in our society. I wish I had a good answer to the question about what most effectively can be done. Probably many things.

* * *

            And one seasonal observation. As we were listening to Christmas CDs after we'd put up the tree, it occurred to us (for the umpteenth time) that the Christmas oeuvre has some odd elements. How did "Ave Maria " or "My Favorite Things " or Brahms' "Lullaby " or "Amazing Grace " or "Panis Angelicus" become Christmas songs? All of them appear on one or more of our Christmas CDs. We always listen to Handel's "Messiah " after we finish with the tree, but it's not a Christmas piece, either. And then there are the songs that are about winter, not Christmas, such as "Jingle Bells " and "Frosty the Snowman " and "Let it Snow, " among others. Those latter songs, as well as many carols, reflect a climate that is surely alien to many who listen to them because they never see snow (e.g., much of the deep South, southern California, Hawai'i). Strange.

            Stay healthy. Wear your mask.

            Gary

Thursday, October 29, 2020

#81 simplism, the pandemic and me, why decrepitude, walking, events, physician interaction

                                                                                                October 29, 2020

Good morning.

            A few months ago Ian Leslie (writer, author of CURIOUS: The Desire to Know and Why Your Future Depends On It, and writer/presenter on the BBC), wrote an article in the (UK) New Statesman that offers insight into current politics both in the U.S. and elsewhere around the world.

            Leslie observes that "We know a lot less than we think about the world – which explains the allure of 'simplism.'" He begins with the example of a zipper ("zip" in the UK) and a 2002 study. The researchers

asked people to rate their own understanding of how zips work. The respondents answered very confidently – after all, they used zips all the time. But when asked to explain how a zip works, they failed dismally. Similar results have been obtained with respect to flush toilets, piano keys, helicopters and bicycles. It doesn't just apply to physical objects: people have been found to overestimate their understanding of climate change, the tax system and foreign policy.

The point is, we all think we understand things that we do not, and that misapprehension of our knowledge becomes a political problem. Leslie uses a good example, the cliffs of Dover.

From 30,000 feet, Britain's coastline has a familiar sweep and shape. Zoom closer in – to, say, the cliffs of Dover – and it becomes less easy to comprehend. All you can see is a confusing series of jagged edges; down on the beach, peering at rocks with a magnifying glass, the coastline refuses to resolve itself into a regular pattern. The closer you look, the more that comprehension eludes you.

That is reality, Leslie maintains. The more you consider a complex matter, often there are more questions than answers, and the more complex the matter, the more there are questions. This is what is known as "the illusion of explanatory depth" or "the knowledge illusion." Taken as a whole, we know a great deal, but on an individual level, knowledge is uneven and few master the details of complex issues. We nonetheless believe we understand many of the great problems facing the world: climate change, racism, wealth inequality, astrophysics, and so on. It is only when pressed that we realize—and admit—that we know squat about something.

            In the experiments, after realizing they really don't understand something, people concede their ignorance, Leslie says. But in politics now, politicians never like to acknowledge they didn't know something or that life is complex. "They have no idea how zippers work, but they have very strong views on how to make them. The disease of politics today is not populism, so much, as simplism: the oversimplification of complex problems." Slogans and sound bites have long been a part of campaigns, but it becomes more and more problematic as challenges become more and more complex.

            It is not just the political figures. "Voters are simplists too. We live in an increasingly globalised, diverse, interdependent, technology-led society, but most of us don't like to think about it. We take for granted enormously complex achievements, such as the presence of milk in your supermarket, or the phone in your pocket." Even though we don't understand things (e.g., immigration, climate change), we think we do—and have strong opinions about them. Leslie observes that "it's almost an axiom: any issue worthy of public debate is too complicated for most voters to understand." But we don't like to believe we don't understand issues because then we feel we don't have control over them; that is the point at which voters rebel against complexity and vote for simplicity.

            Leslie reports that

Simplism is changing the way we feel about each other, too. Dan Kahan, a Yale professor, is one of America's leading experts on political polarisation, and one of his findings is that partisanship results from incuriosity. If you have a very different opinion to me on immigration, that might be because you have a very different experience of it from me. But to contemplate your different life experience requires an expense of brainpower to which most of us are unwilling to commit. It's more efficient to dismiss others as bigoted or gullible.

            The left and right in America have their own simplisms. Those on the right reduce things to black and white, such a "voter guide" I've seen circulating on the web, promoted by conservatives, that paints a stark picture of the differences between Biden and Trump. All nuance is lost, and with it accuracy is lost. I believe the left is more capable of addressing complexity, but bores voters in doing so, and the left is quite willing to believe in elites (wealthy, by industry, whatever) controlling the world behind the scenes. On balance, however, I have to say that the right (more to the point, the farther right) is somewhat more prone to cast everything in a good-versus-evil light, with little room for the gray that characterizes most of life.

* * *

I do not like a world where I am depressed. I am never depressed except in extreme circumstances, and even then I recover reasonably well (finding out I was getting divorced, Krystin's death, although the latter is something from which one never fully recovers). But the concatenation of events, some in the larger world, some personal, make me apathetic and tired.  The political scene (about which there is room for guarded optimism, if one is a liberal/progressive, but I'll wait until I see votes counted before being relieved), the pandemic, and (for those of us living in the upper Midwest) this damn early winter (record October snowfalls and low temperatures ending all outdoor social interaction) are the larger forces. (As I commented to a couple of friends, this early winter is so 2020.) The minor factors are irritating medical issues (none life-threatening, none even that serious, and none worth belaboring, but with mild and I think temporary effect on my daily life). All these dumb little medical issues, in combination with the setting of our lives right now, puts me in a state of mind I do not like. At least Elliott & Martha are doing fine and so is Kathy.

We knew this was coming, winter putting an end to outdoor social events, and I'm reminded once again (and often) of the lines from Macbeth: "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time." Fortunately, I can be optimistic that it won't be until the last syllable of recorded time, but I know darn well the pandemic effects will remain through next spring or summer. We're less than halfway through them. Most socializing is all done, except with family, until we go to Florida—and we are incredibly glad to have that as something to look forward to as we wind our way through these next isolated 9-10 weeks.

* * *

            How Gary gets off on tangents. And then learns more than he expected to.

            I was grousing to a friend about these medical annoyances and how they seem to be attributable to aging. She wrote back: "I will say that it is discouraging and frustrating how many ailments get attributed to 'aging.' Good grief! Even when you regard yourself as 'healthy,' you still have 'stuff.' I have a boatload of stuff." After I finished laughing, I composed a paragraph about evolution and aging, and then realized that before I spouted off I should perhaps check with a long-time friend who's a retired biologist from the University (and of the people I worked with, one of the ones I admired the most). Here's what I wrote and sent to her:

I think that from an evolutionary standpoint, at our age we're worthless, used up. At the dawn of humanity, women had children at 14-15-16, stuck around long enough to raise them, maybe a few more years to help with infant grandchildren, and then they died at 35-40. Men died equally young for a variety of reasons. We just aren't programmed to live into our 60s and 70s and 80s. So lots of things go wrong because they weren't built to function as long as they now do. But better to be here and put up with the annoyances than the alternative!

            My biologist friend wrote back, and I'm going to simply copy and paste the pertinent part of what she wrote (with her permission) because it is such a good (and clear) explanation.

On aging:  Your explanation is superficially okay, meaning good enough for a non-biologist. So if that is what you want to send to your friend, there is nothing glaringly wrong with it. But the biologist would question "why AREN'T we programmed to live longer?"

The first thing needed to understand aging or any other topic from an evolutionary biology standpoint is that evolution (change in a population over time) is driven by reproductive fitness of individuals in that population. Reproductive fitness is the ability of an individual to pass on its genes into the next generation. Anything that contributes to that fitness that has a genetic basis -- like strength, absence of genetic diseases that kill during reproductive age, social behavior, mating strategies and success, fertility and fecundity -- will be passed on to the next generation in higher amounts by those who have the most offspring (and whose offspring have the most offspring, etc.) Thus, if the peacock's tail increases the number of females that will mate with him, the ability to make that flashy tail will increase in subsequent generations.

So how does aging factor into reproductive fitness?  There are two widely accepted explanations:  the mutation accumulation hypothesis and the antagonistic pleiotropy hypothesis. The first reflects that the more a cell divides, the more likely a mutation will occur in its genetic material. Most mutations will be deleterious (because an organism that has evolved to be well adapted to its environment, already has a good mix of the right genes.) If the mutations only affect an individual once it is past reproductive age, there is no natural selection against these mutations so the mutations accumulate in the population. So we all inherit genes that cause negative changes in our bodies as we age.  The second [explanation] posits that some genes may give an advantage to the young (reproductively active) population, but cause some disadvantage in the older (no longer reproducing) population. These genes have a pleiotropic effect (production by one gene of two, seemingly unrelated, effects.)  In the case of aging, the pleiotropic effects are antagonistic -- good for the young, crappy for the old.

I think that the most currently accepted view on aging from an evolutionary biology standpoint is that aging is due to a combination of mutation accumulation and antagonistic pleiotropy. So we get genes that will cause aging because they have no effect in the young or because the effect in the young is a positive one. Put together, we get all the aches and pains and problems of old age.

If you are lucky, your germline has fewer of the mutations and you can live a long life (now that we have vaccines, antibiotics, water sanitation, secure food supply); if you are unlucky, your germline will give you early heart disease, high blood pressure, early onset dementias.

I had to ask what your "germline" is.

These are the cells in a multicellular organism (like us!) that give rise to eggs and sperm. The cells are set aside early in fetal development. [They] pass on the genes from one generation to the next generation (thus the "line") AND are also the cells that give rise to all other cells in the body. 

So what is their significance?  Any mistake (mutation) in a germline cell will be passed on to future generations.  Mistakes in non-germline cells (i.e. all other cells in your body) are NOT passed on to future generations.

If we do gene therapy (gene editing) on the lungs of a person suffering from cystic fibrosis, curing them of the most ravaging effect of this disease, their germline cells will still pass on the CF gene to the next generation.  If, however, we do gene therapy on the egg or sperm or the fertilized egg/very early embryo -- so gene therapy BEFORE the germline cells have been put aside during development (development of the gonads:  ovaries and testes), then that genetic change WILL be passed on to future generations.  Sounds like it would be a good thing, right?  Cure CF before the embryo gets too far in development -- YAY!  But the problem is that we really can't at this time be sure that our gene therapy doesn't have some unforeseen effect.  Maybe it cures CF but causes early kidney failure.  Maybe it cures CF but makes the person significantly more like to have severe lung damage after even a simple cold.  Or maybe it contributes to faulty brain development.  We just don't know because we don't understand the full complexity of how cells work either alone or in combination and communication with all other cells during development.

Thus, there is an international agreement by scientists that we should not be doing gene editing in germlines yet.

            I asked her how my initial narrative intersected with her explanation.

I look at your answer as more of the "effect" than the "cause." You wrote what was observed -- kind of like observing a car accident, chronicling the results of the accident.  By putting in the note about evolution, you were indirectly posing the question "why?"  What caused the accident? What caused us to be "worthless and used up"?

My answer went into the background cause. So your answer was fine to explain the effect and mine simply went into the cause (as we understand it at this moment in time.)

And I think we weren't ready to look at the cause until our life expectancy extended so much. Life expectancy before modern society was quite a bit lower in large part because of so much infant and child mortality (hard to live past 3 years old) but also plagues, famine, etc. It didn't mean no one lived to an older age, just very few. But now many of us live way past reproductive age. So the question of why, if we can live past reproductive age, do we still get old, wear out, and die? 

            So there, for those of my age cohort, more or less, is the current scientific view on why we all go downhill.

* * *

            I sent a message to the two Minnesota Senators. 

Dear Senators Klobuchar and Smith, I write simply to urge you to support any plan to increase the number of Justices on the Supreme Court. With its current membership, it is poised to make some disastrous decisions. But I do not believe a Biden administration has to rush. The Court will make a controversial decision (e.g., reverse Obergefell, declare Social Security and/or Medicare unconstitutional) that will create the impetus and public support to act.  Thank you.

* * *

            We recently did our not-daily-but-it-should-be walk at the Mall of America. We got out there just a bit before the stores open (the mall opens earlier for walkers) and were there for a time after the stores had opened. The place was just about empty even after stores opened. There was no risk of too much crowding; of course a few jerks didn't have masks on and some seem not to understand that the mask has to cover the nose as well as the mouth. But I would guess that 99% of people had masks on. I also discovered that very few of the stores that were there when we used to take the kids to Camp Snoopy 20+ years ago or otherwise go out there shopping are still there: Barnes & Noble, Macys, a Minnesota store, Clarks (shoes), Legoland, and maybe a couple of others. I don't think I've actually *gone shopping* there for well over a decade, although it is the closest mall for us. But in the passage of years, the stores have almost completely turned over. (I think one reason I haven't gone shopping there is because I haven't gone shopping anywhere. I don't need more clothes and the house has pretty much everything required for daily life. When we're aiming to decrease the number of items we possess, shopping consists largely of buying replacement underwear and socks and towels and jeans.)

            The MOA is not a pleasant place to walk, compared to parks and lakes. We'll do it only when we have to. Or we'll stay home. But we'll put on our parkas and long underwear and walk outdoors when wind chills aren't below zero.

* * *

            Despite the downturn in the weather, we have decided it will (barely) permit two more outdoor gatherings. We will remember Krystin on Saturday: Elliott & Martha, Krystin's mom Pat, and Peggy & Dan. Peggy is the mom of one of Krystin's closest friends; Peggy was also very close to Krystin and she and Dan adopted Krystin's two cats when Krystin was no longer able to care for them. Peggy was the only non-family member at the hospital with us when Krystin died. Peggy is now a cancer survivor, still on medications, and there is no way we would want to risk being indoors with her (nor would she want to be). So we will gather in Pat's backyard around her firepit the day after Krystin's birthday (a day late because it will be 10 degrees warmer on Saturday than Friday). We'll all smell like smoke later, but that's OK. That's what washing machines are for.

            Elliott's birthday is November 3, so occasionally falls on election day, which it does this year. We will gather outside on our deck to celebrate; the predicted high is 60 degrees, so we can bundle up and be outdoors, at least for awhile. I am sure that several of us will be checking election returns off and on all evening.

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            Finally, a question to you on a matter of no significance whatever. I had occasion to go to the doctor last week for one of my minor medical issues. When the doctor came in, she immediately asked, "How are we doing this morning?" and later posed questions such as, "Are we feeling better after I do x?" My first instinct, with that query, is to respond, "I don't know how *we* are doing but *I'm* doing well, thank you." Using "we" makes me feel like I'm a kindergartener being addressed by my teacher. (I didn't indulge my impulse to retort and just responded politely.)  Is that reaction idiosyncratic with me or does it annoy you, too?

            I hope you are all faring well during this trying period of our lives.

-- Gary

 

           

 

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