There is so much going on in the world that we all should be conversant with and yet the mind, mine anyway, more and more seems to rebel at going through all the pieces that are presented every morning for my consideration. I rationalize: what difference does it make whether I know about it or not, and more often than not, I blow it off and chase my own ruminations about a world that seems to be shrinking more and more – my life.

When I worked every day meeting people from all over the world I could believe I was sort of part of some process or culture that did indeed reach out to the proverbial four corners. In fact, my life was no more consequential then than it is now in what has been called by my partner in life, the meadowlands of retirement. I know, and am loathe to admit it, that this “feeling” of being sidelined is more than a feeling but an integral part of the aging process. Retirement is, nevertheless, not a dead end unless one chooses it to be so.

I have this friend who said, the instant she knew of my intention to retire, that I should volunteer one day a week somewhere. My first inclination was to reject the idea for reasons ranging from, I already have plenty to do, to needing some time for what I saw as a much needed withdrawal from the constant demands of the public.

It turns out that I do have quite a bit to do and I do enjoy not having to deal with the public. The best of both worlds. I suppose that volunteering would be interesting. I suppose I could even try to become involved in some community activity. I am told there are many tasks waiting to be done. It is, for some reason, difficult for me to see how i could be of much help. Not false modesty, but rather simple lack of motivation is the best thing I can come up with.

In other matters:

I’m home waiting for the family to return from a trip downtown mainly to give a young woman from Taiwan, the girlfriend of one of the grand sons, the nickel tour of Freeport and LLBean, the light having long faded that would have afford a view of the rocky coast line. I think she will return. Catch up at a later date. They wanted to look at a bed at Beans that supposedly costs some obscene amount and take a little stroll around town. There are places where that can still be safely done.

It was the family Thanksgiving celebration with all the trimmings that are usual for this family. As a southerner, I missed a pot of rice but there were many wonderful things to tease the palette. There is a Yankee baseball game tonight and possibly some group game here. It has been a good day. One for which to be thankful. I hope it has been good for you as well.

Oh, Happy Halloween! ( Whatever that’s supposed to mean ) I have to make sure all the outside lights are off. Okay, so I am a curmudgeon. Wanna make something out of that?

I’m Jerry Henderson

Audible feedback is perhaps the most taken for granted sensory experience we have. Even when it is gone the way of old age, or injury, or some congenital malformation, and the only thing left is a amplified “symbol” if you will, of the original manufacturer’s standards, that “symbol” remains among the most valued of one’s senses. I am sure this is true of all the senses. And there are all kinds of feedback but the audible one seems to drive awareness for me. With each passing day I am thankful for the technology that permits me to hear anything at all.


Can’t you just hear the sea and the wind. . .

TreeTopViews the Podcast is new in this place.  This first podcast is from the archive podcast first put up back in May of ’09.  I use it here to fine tune the process, which is rather different than that which I have used for a few years but it is effective just the same.  

I am not sure just how this will pan out down the way but I hope to put up at least one podcast a month and maybe more. That would conform to what I have done for over two years now.  Should you find this site and want to say something I will welcome your comments.  I am not looking for praise, however edifying it may be, but any comment of a constructive nature will be appreciated.

I’m Jerry Henderson 


The graveyard on Monhegan Island

Driving anywhere lately is an effort to keep going – not to stop for yet another irrepressible image that just has to be recorded. I am not that great a photographer, but greatness is not required. Willingness to stop is most of it. I am sure other drivers think I am a tourist. Yet these images are within ten minutes of this computer. I must drive to Portland in a little while. I’ll take the Interstate. Not much color there. I’ll make good time. I may, however, return through the woods, just in case.

Wind and rain barreled through late yesterday causing a shower of leaves and pine needles in a spectacular display. It foreshadowed the beginning of the end of a remarkable color season. It’s all of a piece, isn’t it? It’s all beautiful.

Be well, and stay tuned. . .

Jerry Henderson

Four miles from our house is this beautiful little pond that offers some of the most striking fall views.  When we find the time it is wonderful kayaking as well.  Today it was the perfect photo op for Ruth, CA’s mom, me and my iPhone.  Enjoy!

I got the following bit of pseudo information this morning, having left the transom slightly ajar, and it brought to mind the adage:  It takes a really ill wind to blow the facts away.  Or something like that.  You know the one.

Logic 101


An interesting letter in the Australian Shooter Magazine

, which I quote:

“If you consider that there has been an average of 160,000 troops in
the Iraq theater of operations during the past 22 months, and a total of
2112 deaths, that gives a firearm death rate of 60 per 100,000 soldiers.

 The firearm death rate in  Washington , DC  is 80.6 per 100,000 for the same period.

That means you are about 25 per cent more likely to be shot and
killed in the US capital, which has some of the strictest gun control
laws in the US , than you are in  Iraq  .

 Conclusion: The US should pull out of  Washington  .

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Now, this got me to thinking about moving the capitol away from Boston and New York and putting it in the more or less center of the country.  That is if you count only the lower mainland 48, and it’s about time we did that more.

My choice for capitol is Salina, Kansas. Here is a blurb from their official web site –

“Striving to be Kansas’ finest community! 

Welcome to the City of Salina?s municipal webpage! Your local government believes it is both a duty and an honor to provide our citizens with the best possible public services.

Salina is a city of nearly 50,000 people at the crossroads of Interstates 70 and 135, right in the heart of Kansas. As a retail, manufacturing and cultural center, this is a community that is truly making a positive difference in the lives of people.”

Besides, my father worked there as a telegraph operator on the Union Pacific Rail Road back in the beginning years of the 20th century and told me some great stories about the trains and women there.  

I can just see the headlines: President Obama returned to Salina today on his jet aerolina.  Don’t you just love it?  It rhymes.

President Obama had lunch to day with President Abedinejad  at the Salina Dinah.  They dined on raw goat meat, grits and toasted cow chips, chased with Chicago’s own Goose Island Matilda beer.

The first lady Michelle Obama assumes the spotlight today while planting tornado resistant tomatoes in the White House ( as yet to be repainted after the last sand storm ) eco rock garden.  She dubbed the new variety the Salina Vina, noted for tough skin and sweet meat and good traveling qualities for the trip to California and Florida where, no doubt they will be in great demand.

With the capitol in Kansas we can be sure that there will be a house cleaning each spring as some big motha tornado will surely come through and suck all that garbage, ie. congress down the great funnel vortex in the center of the country and we can start over with a fresh batch of swoop daddy haircuts and big mouth blowhards.  Forget the headache of term limit legislation.  

Seriously now folks, wouldn’t it be great to be able to tap into American heartland resources without first filtering everything through a bunch of Atlantic Seaboard talking heads?

If no one else will, I will run for president in 2016 on the platform -ONWARD TO THE FUTURE – IN SALINA! Now that’s change that I could vote for.  Actually I would rather see Al Franken do it. How about you?