Race Track Playa and a Hundred Million

 
Back in the early aughts, Granny and I went from Las Vegas up to Race Track Playa. You’ve seen pictures in National Geographic of the rocks on super-flat surfaces which have long tracks indicating some unseen force propelling them. It’s a fascinating spot in the extreme far west corner of Death Valley National Monument. Average temperature there is 114º.

After we returned from looking at the rocks and their tracks and puzzling over the cause of the obvious movements, I put the key in the ignition, turned it and was rewarded with the sound of the starter turning over without firing. At the end of a one-way road, we had not seen another car in about two hours and it’s probably about 125 miles from the nearest mechanical service out of the park over in Beatty, Nevada over rough and dusty roads. My challenge then was to rely upon my personal knowledge and a handful of emergency tools to solve the problem. Help was not on the way and there was no cell phone service available.

I quickly reviewed what it takes to start a fire in the cylinder of an engine on a Ford Explorer (or any other engine) and ran down the check list. Fuel: we had plenty in the tank, 5 gallons in a spare can and the line was clear and the fuel pump was working. Fire: Holding a plug wire against the block I discovered we had an adequate spark. The last remaining component was the air. I pulled the air filter and found it had succumbed to the dust on the road and removed it. At that point the engine fired and we carefully made our way back to civilization and a new air filter.

“Well Cec,” you say, “that’s a lovely tale but what does it have to do with $100,000,000?”

I thought you’d never ask. If a plane had flown over and dropped a canister with that amount of cold cash it would not have made a whit of difference in starting that car. A billion or a trillion would also have failed in that effort. Money has certain advantages but it is not always the answer. It is useful in recovery but does not always help master the critical immediate problem.

All the money on earth will not fix a broken limb or dig a victim out from under mountainous piles of rubble. It offers absolutely no protection from an after-shock. In a devastated area without leadership, infrastructure, or commerce, it of no use what so ever. Grubbing for the dollars becomes a distraction to those who should be single mindedly concentrating on relief from real time suffering. It does offer some “feel good” points to the donor though. Haiti, at this moment, needs hands-on assistance for rescue, sustenance, and repair. Our military has the capacity to offer that help.

I want to hear that we have hospital ships, manpower, heavy equipment, rescue dogs, relief supplies and an organized structure (military discipline) on the way to help those unfortunate people. Save the money and send actual response to real need. Later, when things are under control, by all means render whatever financial aid we can to help our neighbors. Meanwhile, see to the immediate rebuilding of water supplies, sanitation, healing arts, and the restoration of the confidence of those who have lost everything. Let the locals know that we are there for them in realistic measures of immediate importance. Let us be part of burying the dead and comforting the survivors. Let it be done because we genuinely care and understand their loss and also their remaining peril.

I recall several years ago being warmed to the bottom of my Yankee heart to learn that George Bush had instructed our Navy to send a flotilla of 7 or 8 vessels already on station, including a hospital ship, to help Tsunami victims. They were not on the way to provide assistance to just the Americans in the area, but, to anyone in need.

Our military with its training, fitness, intelligence and willingness to serve is our greatest asset not just to our people but also to others who suffer temporary loss. Place the emphasis of relief on them and they will prove most dependable.

By the way, if you’re tempted to go to Race Track Playa, you might want to throw in an extra air filter.


In His abiding love,

Cecil Moon

How do you Field Dress a Moose?

  
Unless you are an avid and adventurous hunter/provider that is a question you will probably never ask. That is just as well since the answer is nearly as unavailable as the question is unusual. Why? Because this is not an area in which one gathers expertise on a regular basis. Does that make it bad? No, it just doesn’t happen to be an activity of necessity for most people.

In some circles, having such lore at one’s fingertips is thought to be amusing—provincial—rustic—rude—or at best, unsophisticated. Among the elites in our society the thought of dismembering a wild beast for food is so far removed from the norm as to be ridiculed. The reality of its production is something to be shunned and beneath consideration for a civilized person.

One snowy -30º December morning near Craig, Colorado, my neighbor John Plummer and I took a mid-size mule deer buck on a high ridge. After struggling to reach the kill and drag it down, we then argued, as good friends do, over who would gut the carcass. I prevailed and enjoyed the still-warm interior of the rib cage on my freezing hands. This is not a tale often recounted in an academic lounge or a congressional cloak room. Even the circumstance is not easily understood by those whose principal natural excitement is a neighborhood squirrel. They have, no doubt, missed the chance to turn their kitchen into a butcher shop, cut and package animal parts, wrap them and put them into the freezer. Trust me on this: it’s a mess.

Sarah Palin would no doubt chuckle and add, “You shouldn’t have trouble with a moose; it’s just bigger.” It would be common knowledge to her and therefore, no big deal. As much of the commonplace in today’s world is described with four-bit words and complex grammatical constructions, I would trust her to reduce it to its ultimate simplicity. This economy of language is, in reality, the biggest complaint against Sarah. She has neither the time nor the inclination to “put lipstick on every pig.”

She knows who she is. She really doesn’t need to prove her capabilities. She has an accomplished CV despite the way her critics tend to downplay her history. Most important, she drives the left and the elites absolutely nuts. They are offended by her very existence. I also believe she scares them to extreme over-reaction.

With the existing presence of so many Ivy-Leaguers in congress and heads of various federal departments, driving the country to abject ruin, one might think it normal for the citizens to respond positively to a common-sense, happily married mother of five. They do. On the contrary, the elites sit in their plush leather chairs and grumble, “Harrumph!” I see little to recommend the former and everything to promote the “can-do” spirit of the lady from Alaska. And, she is a lady. She is someone others of her sex in government might wish to look to for a role model.

At this juncture one might ask if I am promoting her as the next president. That is a more difficult question to answer. If the question was, “do you think she would be a good one?” my answer would be an unequivocal—yes! If you asked, “can she be elected?” I would have some reservations. Her talent for “cleaning out the stables” of government regardless of party has been sufficiently demonstrated, thus warranting the first response. The existing influence of those who have caused the problem and those who have an ex-officio affect (the media) are now and will remain a powerful deterrent. As we continue the plunge into the socialist morass, things will change which may work to her benefit. The 2010 elections will hold the key to that possibility. Much will depend upon how reactive the voters are to the obvious corruption and shenanigans in government. I know she will work tirelessly to achieve the best result for the country. She has already made many favorable changes in the way the voters look at politics.

The only real certainty is that Sarah Palin indeed does know how to field dress a moose.

In His abiding love,

Cecil Moon

Organizations I Cannot Support

  
Here is a list of organizations that have betrayed my trust; never had my trust; don’t deserve my trust and never will. Some I have belonged to for reasons which seemed sensible at the time. As I matured in life it suddenly dawned on me that they were simply a cover, most often, for the continued socialization of America.

Missing from the list will be those in which I never had any faith in the first place. (e.g. the Democrat party) Most of these people dangle a perfectly logical advantage for their membership which is then betrayed by a subversive agenda.

Let the list begin (alphabetical):

AARP—American Association of Retired Persons—a low cost sign up to gain the maximum membership to subject the participants to endless ads for questionable products and services and publications to further gull the seniors in to back various government programs to sacrifice their liberties.

ACLU – The American Civil Liberties Union—an organization, dedicated to the disruption of our constitutional republic through false claims of seeking individual liberty.

HSUS—Humane Society of the United States—under the false cloak of direct help to animals they seek to alter absolutely every commercial and private contact with animals and alter our lifestyle completely.

NAACP—National Association for the Advancement of Colored People—Contrary to the name, the group in fact works to keep blacks subject to oppression from the leadership, segregated from the American mainstream, and on a path to further degradation.

NCC/WCC—National Council of Churches/World Council of Churches—A Communist-fronted confederation of churches where Christianity is reduced to platitudes and the easy path to salvation, without redemption and a devoted emphasis on Christ and the perfect will of God.

NEA—National Education Association—exerting the greatest influence imaginable, this outfit takes absolute control over the nation’s youth and wreaks havoc on their attitudes, politics, and conducts an intellectual road block to gaining the necessary skills in life.

PAW—People for the American Way—with a hyper-patriotic name, they have proven to be anything but and are dedicated to ignoring Americans generally, the constitution specifically, absolutely insulting and avoiding the voice of the Tea Party movement in total.

SPLC --Southern Poverty Law Center—Portraying themselves as a “watchdog” group, they promote their own “social engineering constructs,” they vilify American institutions at the expense of expanding diversity.

Of special note is the inclusion of the words, “national,” “American,” or “United States” as part of most names. The implication is that they have some governmental backing and credibility. They have none. There are, however, Marxist inclined elements within the government who promote some of these outfits through financing and awarding unearned respect. If closely examined, each one reveals to the citizens in general, an easily identifiable leaning to the left. Their members privately ridicule you and all you stand for. No matter what their external cover, at heart they are dedicated to the disruption of our country.

This list is by no means comprehensive. The primary purpose is to keep everyone alert to the fact that a fancy name does not necessarily indicate the desire for a warm and fuzzy America. These organizations exist for the destruction of our country and their own self-aggrandizement. These are my opinions but you should do your own research and see for yourself.


In His abiding love,

Cecil Moon

Andrew P. Napolitano Speaks

  
In an address on Oct. 2, 2009, Ex-New Jersey Superior Court Judge Andrew Napolitano gave a rousing address to the Campaign for Liberty. You owe it to yourself, your children, your grandchildren and your nation to click on the link and listen to Part 3 all the way to the end. This man knows constitutional law and will inspire you with his knowledge and his observations.

Like any good speech, the judge saves his most important message for last. In those seventy-five or so words, he charges every American with a sober responsibility. I truly believe that when we are able to prevail against the threat our nation now faces, one day a monument will bear these words chiseled in marble along with those of other patriots now long gone.

“In the long history of the world, only a few generations have been granted the role of defending freedom in its maximum hour of danger. You are that generation! This is your role! Now is that time! Freedom must be defended from every assailant in every corner of this country; from outside the country; from inside the country and especially from the government that wants to take it away from us. God Bless you.”

One only has to assume the mind of the New England farmer and storekeeper or the Carolina planter very briefly to relate to a generation called upon for greatness. Is it possible that they presumed to believe that they would be part of an epic experiment? As they cleared the land did they anticipate their political views would forge the greatest nation on the face of the earth? Did the smith, sweating at his forge, see his future as a wheelwright or a minuteman?

On what day or hour did they finally come to realize that the preservation of liberty and the realization of their hopes and dreams were in their hands and theirs alone? As the oppression of the Crown grew and their individual liberties were abridged they sensed the danger but could not have been aware of the final outcome. Their actions were not because of a vision of the United States of America which we enjoy about us today. They were a matter of local necessity. They recognized each tax, regulation, and ukase on their lives as an insult on their manhood and their ability to thrive.

They then left their families, properties and individual livelihoods to do that which they must. As each one saw his future under the heel of a foreign monarch he made the sacrifice to ensure a safe and prosperous life for his posterity. He laid aside that which had become trivial to face a larger danger which loomed. It is no easy task to turn from being a country squire to a citizen soldier. Judge Napolitano rightfully sees now as our critical hour.

That freedom, which we have for so long taken for granted, must be recognized as something worth fighting for. Those who would lead our nation have forsaken our trust and constantly eroded our liberties for their own nefarious ends. They have abused the original concepts outlined in the constitution and wrenched it about to inhibit any semblance of its former intent. The offices of government have been packed with socialist invaders, Marxist czars, and self serving representatives and one can only conclude that the enemy is at the gates. It is imperative to be conscious of the onslaught which is currently under way. To fail to recognize what is taking place is to cede victory to the destroyers and yield to a bloodless coup. This is not a calamity which will just “go away” if we choose to ignore it. Rather, it needs to be confronted suddenly and with our full attention.

Giant strides have been made in recognition of the efforts of those in government to usurp our natural rights. To regain our original position will yet demand far more awareness, effort and hard work on the part of the citizenry. It will need the concentrated effort of all those who value liberty to accomplish the final goal. It will also require a return to the Divine concepts which inspired the original framers to found the republic. Barring the presence of selfless men and women who are willing to promote the general welfare, our nation will sink into the despotic ruin of socialism.

We speak of the “Greatest Generation” as we acknowledge those patriots who fought and died to preserve freedom sixty-five plus years ago. Although we face an altogether different enemy, our generation also has the opportunity to rise to that lofty designation. We dare not fail in the face of a determined enemy. We must rise, to a man, and face this challenge with all our might and mien and strength.

Thank you Judge Napalitano!

In His abiding love,

Cecil Moon

Word Play

Just playing around with words can be a lot of fun and less stressful than a stair climber for limbering up an important body part. For example two very essential words in the progressive vocabulary have an interesting feature in common.

When challenged to spell two of their favorites you find cLImatE and LIbEral. Although not in order, the letters are also hidden in PELosI and entItLEment. It’s no wonder the Marxists favorite endeavor is LIESURE. Not an aLIEn concept to most of them. I’m also not certain just what this has to do with “change you can beLIEve in.” So far, that could result in every citizen being put on reLIEf if we’re still aLIvE. Would it be impoLItE to suggest LImitEd government and more LIbErty in LIEu of that?

If this fLIES in the face of your alLegIancE, we are aLIkE. It’s the same old LInE.

Somehow, it does seem as though there is a common thread.

In His abiding love,

Two of the Moons

I’m Tired

 
This piece was lifted from “Nobody Asked Me” with old NFO’s encouragement. I feel pretty much the same way except for 14 more years. Go look in on him and see the rest of his great stuff.

“I'm 63 and I’m Tired

by Robert A. Hall

I'm 63. Except for one semester in college when jobs were scarce and a six-month period when I was between jobs, but job-hunting every day, I've worked, hard, since I was 18. Despite some health challenges, I still put in 50-hour weeks, and haven't called in sick in seven or eight years. I make a good salary, but I didn't inherit my job or my income, and I worked to get where I am. Given the economy, there's no retirement in sight, and I'm tired. Very tired.

I'm tired of being told that I have to "spread the wealth" to people who don't have my work ethic. I'm tired of being told the government will take the money I earned, by force if necessary, and give it to people too lazy to earn it.

I'm tired of being told that I have to pay more taxes to "keep people in their homes." Sure, if they lost their jobs or got sick, I'm willing to help. But if they bought McMansions at three times the price of our paid-off, $250,000 condo, on one-third of my salary, then let the left-wing Congress-critters who passed Fannie and Freddie and the Community Reinvestment Act that created the bubble help them with their own money.

I'm tired of being told how bad America is by left-wing millionaires like Michael Moore, George Soros and Hollywood entertainers who live in luxury because of the opportunities America offers. In thirty years, if they get their way, the United States will have the economy of Zimbabwe, the freedom of the press of China, the crime and violence of Mexico, the tolerance for Christian people of Iran, and the freedom of speech of Venezuela.

I'm tired of being told that Islam is a "Religion of Peace," when every day I can read dozens of stories of Muslim men killing their sisters, wives and daughters for their family "honor"; of Muslims rioting over some slight offense; of Muslims murdering Christian and Jews because they aren't "believers"; of Muslims burning schools for girls; of Muslims stoning teenage rape victims to death for "adultery"; of Muslims mutilating the genitals of little girls; all in the name of Allah, because the Qur'an and Shari'a law tells them to.

I'm tired of being told that "race doesn't matter" in the post-racial world of Obama, when it's all that matters in affirmative action jobs, lower college admission and graduation standards for minorities (harming them the most), government contract set-asides, tolerance for the ghetto culture of violence and fatherless children that hurts minorities more than anyone, and in the appointment of U.S. Senators from Illinois.

I think it's very cool that we have a black president and that a black child is doing her homework at the desk where Lincoln wrote the Emancipation Proclamation. I just wish the black president was Condi Rice, or someone who believes more in freedom and the individual and less arrogantly of an all-knowing government.

I'm tired of a news media that thinks Bush's fundraising and inaugural expenses were obscene, but that think Obama's, at triple the cost, were wonderful; that thinks Bush exercising daily was a waste of presidential time, but Obama exercising is a great example for the public to control weight and stress; that picked over every line of Bush's military records, but never demanded that Kerry release his; that slammed Palin, with two years as governor, for being too inexperienced for VP, but touted Obama with three years as senator as potentially the best president ever. Wonder why people are dropping their subscriptions or switching to Fox News? Get a clue. I didn't vote for Bush in 2000, but the media and Kerry drove me to his camp in 2004.

I'm tired of being told that out of "tolerance for other cultures" we must let Saudi Arabia use our oil money to fund mosques and madrassa Islamic schools to preach hate in America, while no American group is allowed to fund a church, synagogue or religious school in Saudi Arabia to teach love and tolerance.

I'm tired of being told I must lower my living standard to fight global warming, which no one is allowed to debate. My wife and I live in a two-bedroom apartment and carpool together five miles to our jobs. We also own a three-bedroom condo where our daughter and granddaughter live. Our carbon footprint is about 5% of Al Gore's, and if you're greener than Gore, you're green enough.

I'm tired of being told that drug addicts have a disease, and I must help support and treat them, and pay for the damage they do. Did a giant germ rush out of a dark alley, grab them, and stuff white powder up their noses while they tried to fight it off? I don't think Gay people choose to be Gay, but I damn sure think druggies chose to take drugs. And I'm tired of harassment from cool people treating me like a freak when I tell them I never tried marijuana.

I'm tired of illegal aliens being called "undocumented workers," especially the ones who aren't working, but are living on welfare or crime. What's next? Calling drug dealers, "Undocumented Pharmacists"? And, no, I'm not against Hispanics. Most of them are Catholic, and it's been a few hundred years since Catholics wanted to kill me for my religion. I'm willing to fast track for citizenship any Hispanic person, who can speak English, doesn't have a criminal record and who is self-supporting without family on welfare, or who serves honorably for three years in our military.... Those are the citizens we need.

I'm tired of latte liberals and journalists, who would never wear the uniform of the Republic themselves, or let their entitlement-handicapped kids near a recruiting station, trashing our military. They and their kids can sit at home, never having to make split-second decisions under life and death circumstances, and bad mouth better people than themselves. Do bad things happen in war? You bet. Do our troops sometimes misbehave? Sure. Does this compare with the atrocities that were the policy of our enemies for the last fifty years and still are? Not even close. So here's the deal. I'll let myself be subjected to all the humiliation and abuse that was heaped on terrorists at Abu Ghraib or Gitmo, and the critics can let themselves be subject to captivity by the Muslims, who tortured and beheaded Daniel Pearl in Pakistan, or the Muslims who tortured and murdered Marine Lt. Col. William Higgins in Lebanon, or the Muslims who ran the blood-spattered Al Qaeda torture rooms our troops found in Iraq, or the Muslims who cut off the heads of schoolgirls in Indonesia, because the girls were Christian. Then we'll compare notes. British and American soldiers are the only troops in history that civilians came to for help and handouts, instead of hiding from in fear.

I'm tired of people telling me that their party has a corner on virtue and the other party has a corner on corruption. Read the papers; bums are bipartisan. And I'm tired of people telling me we need bipartisanship. I live in Illinois, where the "Illinois Combine" of Democrats has worked to loot the public for years. Not to mention the tax cheats in Obama's cabinet.

I'm tired of hearing wealthy athletes, entertainers and politicians of both parties talking about innocent mistakes, stupid mistakes or youthful mistakes, when we all know they think their only mistake was getting caught. I'm tired of people with a sense of entitlement, rich or poor.

Speaking of poor, I'm tired of hearing people with air-conditioned homes, color TVs and two cars called poor. The majority of Americans didn't have that in 1970, but we didn't know we were "poor". The poverty pimps have to keep changing the definition of poor to keep the dollars flowing.

I'm real tired of people who don't take responsibility for their lives and actions. I'm tired of hearing them blame the government, or discrimination or big whatever for their problems.

Yes, I'm damn tired. But I'm also glad to be 63. Because, mostly, I'm not going to have to see the world these people are making. I'm just sorry for my granddaughter.



Robert A. Hall is a Marine Vietnam veteran who served five terms in the Massachusetts State Senate."


In His abiding love,

Cecil Moon

Monday Morning Rant 127

  
It was a very bright sunny Sunday and the mood was definitely upbeat at church. It was not so much that it was warmer but the sunshine has us conned. It barely reached the freezing mark later in the day but determined Christians “looked for the beautiful, looked for the true.” We looked at the piles everywhere and still didn’t see the pony.

“These United States of America”

Well, that sounds pretty old fashioned doesn’t it? It was not all that long ago that it was common to refer to the good old US of A just that way. Actually, if you understand the constitution and the original concepts in the minds of the framers, that would have been the only possible way to say it.

It took thirteen years to iron out the details and come up with a workable contract to bring an agreement between the several states to form a union. Each state added since then has, through the permission of its own people, enabled them to enlarge the partnership. As each state was added, they did not come, hat in hand, to Washington but rather sought an enlarged relationship with each of the several states. In this day and age of ever increasing federal power we can easily lose sight of the absolute fact that each state is sovereign and each a partner in its own right. Like all partnerships, the directive power is in relationship to a contractual arrangement and a clear understanding of representation as declared by our constitution. Each new sovereign state agrees to abide by that constitution.

Each new state is also protected by that document both physically and legally. Although unable to forge their own international treaties, they enjoy the mutual strength and benefits of that partnership for their citizens to live their lives in freedom. We continue to emphasize the word partnership in as much as it returns more of the meaning of the retained sovereignty of each individual state. The rank independence which brought about the republic to begin with is underlined in continuing to assert our individuality in dealing both with other states and the Federal government. It remains an essential part of who we are: a government of the people.

That thirteen years spent between the actual revolution and final enactment of the U.S. Constitution was not designed to create the federal behemoth which is Washington today. The time was pain stakingly drawn out to ensure equality and opportunity among nation states with special emphasis placed on what was permissible activity for the central government and what should be reserved as states rights. Consistent with the constitution, all those duties not enumerated to the federal establishment (see Article I, Section 8) are then reserved for each individual state to carry out as they see fit.

Since there is no provision in the constitution for a federal intrusion into education, one must assume that that duty is left to the states individually. Treaties and agreements with foreign nations are specifically drawn by the federal government to represent the will of all the people. In other words, the delineation of responsibility of both the federal and the state governments are defined. Through it all, each of the several states retains its own sovereignty on all matters which are not clearly set forth.

Why should you take a blogger’s word for any of this? The short answer is: you shouldn’t! When push comes to shove—and it will—you must have your own personal level of expertise to call on to reveal whether your state or your federal government is operating legally. When the conversation in the barber shop or down at the restaurant turns to whether your state should (could?) secede, you need to be informed. What you think doesn’t matter as much as the wording of the contract your state entered into. The truth is what matters.

To not have a copy of the United States Constitution is unconscionable. You are reading this on the net so just Google it and print it. If you are at the library and can’t do that, go home and find your World Almanac and a copy is there. Call 1-800-767-1241 and they’ll send you one for a buck ($1.) and it’s a handsome 3” X 5” copy which will fit in your shirt pocket. While you have the Cato Institute on the phone go ahead and be a big spender and blow a fiver and get one for your boss, your dad, your brother, and your kid too.

If you are under fifty, you probably didn’t have much in the line of government or civics in school so you will have to bear the responsibility to educate yourself. You will be amazed just how straight forward the document really is. Do mind the punctuation though; each comma is important. Go ahead and do it: show us all you do actually give a damn. If you already have yours—never mind!

The Law of Unintended Consequences

Under the influence of groups who campaign for renewable sources of energy we have largely abandoned drilling for oil in favor of developing wind, solar, and other substitute fuels. Ethanol subsidies have encouraged the depletion of plains aquifers, destruction of natural wild habitat, and sent food prices through the roof. As the search continues for additional biomass products to replace or augment food stuff used in making the fuel, we find the demand has created a shortage of sawdust.

The Biomass Crop Assistance Program (BCAP) was designed to encourage sawmills and lumber wholesalers to sell natural waste for conversion to high-tech biofuels. This has in turn pressured those suppliers through shortages who have increased the costs of waste making it prohibitive for manufactures of chip-core composite wood manufacturers. As the material for the fuels increase, their availability for kitchen cabinet doors, home entertainment centers and other manufactured wood products lessen with incumbent price escalation.

By congressional mandate, BCAP “chips” in (pun intended) $45.00 a ton to encourage the use of these waste products as biomass for fuel. Since that is twice the revenue realized from the wood products industry, it threatens not only the livelihood of that industry and its employees ($7.9 billion and 21,000) and they become yet another victim of environmental insanity and increasing unemployment.

“The biomass subsidy program could “wipe us out,” said T.J. Rosengarth, the vice president and chief operating officer of Flakeboard, the largest composite panel producer in North America. “You can say, ‘I’ve made more alternative energy,’ but at what expense?”

Mr. Rosengarth, the answer is just more “feel good” attempt to solve a problem which could be solved with a simple mandate: “OK boys, drill; drill here, and drill now.” This is obviously not on the agenda of this administration.

And finally

After yet one more near miss to the water system which prompted the installation of one more “brooder house” lights in the well house, it appears we can survive down to -20º. As long as the Co-op keeps the electric coming I believe we may survive. Our greatest nemesis, an ice storm, has not made an appearance and actually would require a serious rise in temperature to do so.

I am very happy to report a complete absence of seals, penguins and polar bears on the property but I would not be surprised at a sighting any time. I confess, I am beginning to miss old Al Gore and his tall tales of global warming. I felt warmer just listening to his rantings.


In His abiding love,

Cecil Moon