I hate to admit this but for a very long time I, together with many old lefties, thought that the old capitalism I had fought with had become at least somewhat benign. Let me see if I can explain? Back in the ‘30ies when things were “going to hell in a hand-basket,” we were able to wring enormous concessions from the system. Yes, we were accused by our Trotskyite competitors of being reformists who were busy making the system work instead of destroying it. I do admit to that.
There were a long list of changes that we helped bring about. I was happily busy in the Labor Movement organizing workers to deal with the rawhide kinds of exploitation that robbed them of any kind of a decent standard of living. People worked in sweatshop conditions; no living wage, no overtime pay, indiscriminate firing, merciless speed up, and robbed of all dignity and respect for what they were producing. Wow, how the young militant Labor Movement changed all that. We created that great new “Middle Class” of Americans who now own their own homes, drive fancy SUV’s, and go on Caribbean or Disney vacations. For me the epiphany what we had accomplished came when I happened to be in Venice in the late ‘70ies. There was a bus with an identification that said ”Coventry.” Upon inquiring I was told these were Steel Workers from Coventry, England enjoying a holiday in Venice.
I remember how that news effected me. I sat down on a waterfront bench with tears in my eyes. The symbolism was overwhelming. Venice was a place that aristocrats or the artsy folks went to enjoy the opera and singing Gondoliers. I thought, “My God, the working class has made it.” They could also enjoy this great island of the west’s richest culture. I kept thinking, I wish my class conscious Papa were here to see this. He would have great difficulty believing that we could have achieved this kind of change in a few decades,
I guess you could call that period from the late ‘30ies through the ‘50ies as the “Golden Age of Capitalism.” Then what happened? Welcome to “The Age of Globalization.” It was presented as just an expansion of the capitalist goodies to the rest of the world called the “Third World.” When you think about it, even that’s phony. What are we the first world? And where’s the second and the poverty stricken old colonial world, is that the third? What really happened here was the old “ruling class.” (That’s what we used to call them.) They decided to pack up in Detroit, Ohio, Michigan, and move their factories to Mexico, VietNam, Indonesia, China, Guatemala and so forth; so as to get back to their old profit making ways and away from those stifling unions. Suddenly that new found middle class was disappearing into the third world of no unions, no limits on profits, and no reasons to share in the goodies. So the rich got richer and the poor got poorer.
All the time the profiteers were bellyaching that the government was interfering with their sacred market. With the help of Ayn Rand, they had convinced the hair-brained that the individual can do no harm. Just keep the government away and let the Madoff’s of the world do their stuff.
Then one night last week Kate and I are watching “The Card Game” on Frontline and available on www.pbs.org. Here was yet another story of how the Banks were royally screwing the poor through their credit card manipulations. Give them “Free Checking.” Then run up one kind of hidden fee after another until the poor credit card holders can’t pay off their debts if they paid for the rest of their lives. After watching Frontline, Kate and I both looked at our credit card bills and found fees we never knew were there and ongoing “protection fees” we never asked for.
It dawned on me that if you add this to the mortgage scam, in which people were sold on buying houses they could not afford any more than I can dance like Fred Astaire. My God, I thought, capitalism is alive and well doing the same old stuff they did back when I was on a soapbox complaining about how they were screwing workers in the factory. Once they moved the factories off-shore, they figured out how to screw those of us who are still here through all the new scams from home mortgages to credit card usury and, most magnificent of all, how to go bust and have the government bail them out. Wow! Is capitalism alive and well? You tell me.
Thanks Kate N.H.W.Y.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Remembering Einstein
Over this last weekend I was brought down by a sudden burst of a hot body with fever running to 104. Kate of course was beside herself trying to convince me to go to the ER. I must admit having been there on far too many occasions and developed a most stubborn resistance. This was Saturday at the ER. It’s sort of High Noon time at midnight. I just figure the triage women has a tough enough job without listening to my bitching. We end up not going.
From my description of symptoms, Kate is in touch with our Internist. He was certain that I was suffering from a bladder or urethra infection and prescribed the antibiotic Cipro for my “plumbing problem?” The Cipro and Tylenol seemed to get the fever down to a point where we could begin to relax.
I’m coming to Einstein, be patient. It was in the early 30ies, I was working at a Power House that fed Montifiore Hospital at the top of the Bronx. It had originally been built as a Tuberculosis hospital, hence up high on top of Gun Hill Road in the North Bronx. I guess it still was a TB hospital when I worked in the Power House. The advent of penicillin pretty much wiped out that scourge I heard as a child referred to as “the consumption.” I was told not to go near a particular person because they were coughing and spitting into a paper cup. My God that was scary, especially when the person died.
It was on a lovely spring day, probably in May, that I was sent to shut down a large water feed pipe on the far western side of the complex. As I walked through the garden grounds with a three foot wrench over my shoulder, there sitting on a bench, easily recognized, was none other than Albert Einstein. I am not certain, but I think it was his wife he was visiting as a patient in the hospital.
As I walked by he said, “Hello son, and what is your job?” I was shocked and surprised that he would bother with someone like me. I hadn’t even gone to High School. As I lowered the wrench from my shoulder, I explained that I was working in the Power House as an apprentice machinist, but I also had to help out with plumbing emergencies when they came up. He thought that learning a real trade was a wonderful idea.
He also commented on how the human body is very much like plumbing. All the tubes and pipes that carry food and water through our systems in many ways can be seen as “the human plumbing system.” He continued, “So you see, you are in the right place to learn your trade. How about the heart as a pump?” His questions began to make me anxious. “How about all that blood the heart has to pump all the time just to keep you alive? How about the pumps you have here?” “Yes,” I replied, “we have dozens of ‘em.” “See,” he said, “there you are. And maybe you can learn some things about that human pump.” He laughed, said a good day and goodbye.
I was so overjoyed I found myself singing and running to my shut-off valve assignment. My boss questioned my lateness. When I told him about my Einstein visit he laughed and said, “Yup, everybody who has passed him out there has had a conversation. Just a great regular guy.”
As you see, I have never forgotten that beautiful moment when the world’s greatest living scientist took a little time to schmooze with a very young man just starting to make his way in the world. That lesson has stayed with me. It was so very helpful in the years I worked with troubled kids on the Lower East Side. Never ever underestimate the importance of recognizing a young person’s effort to make their way in the world. No, you and I are not Einstein. No matter. The generosity of caring is what’s important and that’s what he taught me. Thank you Albert Einstein. Final note, my plumbing system seems to be working just fine again for now.
Thanks Kate N.H.W.Y.
From my description of symptoms, Kate is in touch with our Internist. He was certain that I was suffering from a bladder or urethra infection and prescribed the antibiotic Cipro for my “plumbing problem?” The Cipro and Tylenol seemed to get the fever down to a point where we could begin to relax.
I’m coming to Einstein, be patient. It was in the early 30ies, I was working at a Power House that fed Montifiore Hospital at the top of the Bronx. It had originally been built as a Tuberculosis hospital, hence up high on top of Gun Hill Road in the North Bronx. I guess it still was a TB hospital when I worked in the Power House. The advent of penicillin pretty much wiped out that scourge I heard as a child referred to as “the consumption.” I was told not to go near a particular person because they were coughing and spitting into a paper cup. My God that was scary, especially when the person died.
It was on a lovely spring day, probably in May, that I was sent to shut down a large water feed pipe on the far western side of the complex. As I walked through the garden grounds with a three foot wrench over my shoulder, there sitting on a bench, easily recognized, was none other than Albert Einstein. I am not certain, but I think it was his wife he was visiting as a patient in the hospital.
As I walked by he said, “Hello son, and what is your job?” I was shocked and surprised that he would bother with someone like me. I hadn’t even gone to High School. As I lowered the wrench from my shoulder, I explained that I was working in the Power House as an apprentice machinist, but I also had to help out with plumbing emergencies when they came up. He thought that learning a real trade was a wonderful idea.
He also commented on how the human body is very much like plumbing. All the tubes and pipes that carry food and water through our systems in many ways can be seen as “the human plumbing system.” He continued, “So you see, you are in the right place to learn your trade. How about the heart as a pump?” His questions began to make me anxious. “How about all that blood the heart has to pump all the time just to keep you alive? How about the pumps you have here?” “Yes,” I replied, “we have dozens of ‘em.” “See,” he said, “there you are. And maybe you can learn some things about that human pump.” He laughed, said a good day and goodbye.
I was so overjoyed I found myself singing and running to my shut-off valve assignment. My boss questioned my lateness. When I told him about my Einstein visit he laughed and said, “Yup, everybody who has passed him out there has had a conversation. Just a great regular guy.”
As you see, I have never forgotten that beautiful moment when the world’s greatest living scientist took a little time to schmooze with a very young man just starting to make his way in the world. That lesson has stayed with me. It was so very helpful in the years I worked with troubled kids on the Lower East Side. Never ever underestimate the importance of recognizing a young person’s effort to make their way in the world. No, you and I are not Einstein. No matter. The generosity of caring is what’s important and that’s what he taught me. Thank you Albert Einstein. Final note, my plumbing system seems to be working just fine again for now.
Thanks Kate N.H.W.Y.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Early Crazy Time
I am having trouble believing that we are already starting “Crazy Time” a year before the actual voting begins. Yes, you got it. I’m talking about the upcoming 2010 midterm election. It used to be that we had a period of rest and rehabilitation from the last voting circus. Now the political circus seems to have been made permanent. (Might have to go to someplace out of broadband reach for some R & R.) How did this permanent political fight come about?
There used to be a political balance of left and right wing politics. Each side had a viewpoint that their opposite could disagree with. Through the Congressional Committee process they would find a way to work through differences. A system was created that permitted give and take through debate. There would be amendments and compromises to pending legislation, but in the end we got something better than stalemates.
That system had a way of moving things along in a constructive fashion. Legislation could always be changed or fixed for better or worse with another administration. For example, during the Clinton years the bankers decided they wanted to get into the investment racket, hence the repeal of the Glass Steagall Act that had been passed during the FDR New Deal days. The idea behind Glass Steagall was to keep a distinction between saving or lending from investment. The whole crisis we are presently in would have been averted if Glass Steagall had not been repealed.
What caused the change? There used to be two major political ideological wings that had a strong influence on the political positions of the two parties. At present we are faced with a single powerful right wing ideology. Its fundamental philosophy is that people can take care of themselves and we don’t need government to interfere in how they live their lives. It always struck me as kind of weird to be spending millions of dollars to run for an office that you don’t really believe ought to be there in the first place. I suppose one could argue they were looking to get elected in order to put the wrecking ball to the house they were serving in. No, that never happened. In fact the opposite occurred once the “hate Washington bunch” got to the Capital. They ended up expanding the very institutions they were earlier attacking. What they learned on the way was the power that is Washington is very addictive.
The real problem in today’s politics is there is no left wing to even begin to counter the right wing. The left disappeared some years ago after the collapse of the Soviet Union. The problem was the false identification between what was supposed to be the alternative to capitalism. What existed in Russia was supposed to be Socialism. Let me make it very clear. What existed in the Soviet Union was not even a resemblance to the idea of socialism. It was the Dictatorship of the Communist Party that tried to give itself a more benevolent appearance of being nice by tagging on the word “socialism,” not unlike what Hitler did with National Socialism. No matter. After the Soviet collapse, the idea that there was an alternative to capitalism disappeared off the radar screen. It was also called "the end of history." What we have left is a fierce right wing that is determined to takeover the reigns of government with all its power and destroy anyone who gets in their way. In essence this is what Bill Kristol advised the right to do with Health Care reform, “Just Kill It.” How’s that for a policy? That’s exactly what they manage to do because they can’t even now get it through their heads that we have a middle of the road Black President.
This is why I see crazy time ahead as we begin to move toward the midterm election. Just one final word on Obama’s situation. It’s easy to see that it ain’t good. Why? As I worried during the campaign, he has had some very sad illusions that he could make nice with the Right Wing. Well, it never happened and it never will. They just hate him because he fly’s in the face of everything they believe in, including the color the person’s skin ought to be the same as the house he occupies in the Nation’s Capital.
Unlike the right wing, there is no left wing to support Obama. Yes, there was an upsurge of Internet support as he ran for office. What he does not have is an ideological base that can support him or any other progressive who needs a solid backing that he or she can call on in times of needed support. That’s what is totally lacking as Obama tries to move some of his campaign promises through the legislative maze called Congress. If he is not able to pass the health care bill and do something soon to start to bring down the unemployment rate, it will be a sad outcome in 2010 and even sadder in 2012. That may be the real price of no serious left wing politics in the country.
Thanks Kate N.H.W.Y
There used to be a political balance of left and right wing politics. Each side had a viewpoint that their opposite could disagree with. Through the Congressional Committee process they would find a way to work through differences. A system was created that permitted give and take through debate. There would be amendments and compromises to pending legislation, but in the end we got something better than stalemates.
That system had a way of moving things along in a constructive fashion. Legislation could always be changed or fixed for better or worse with another administration. For example, during the Clinton years the bankers decided they wanted to get into the investment racket, hence the repeal of the Glass Steagall Act that had been passed during the FDR New Deal days. The idea behind Glass Steagall was to keep a distinction between saving or lending from investment. The whole crisis we are presently in would have been averted if Glass Steagall had not been repealed.
What caused the change? There used to be two major political ideological wings that had a strong influence on the political positions of the two parties. At present we are faced with a single powerful right wing ideology. Its fundamental philosophy is that people can take care of themselves and we don’t need government to interfere in how they live their lives. It always struck me as kind of weird to be spending millions of dollars to run for an office that you don’t really believe ought to be there in the first place. I suppose one could argue they were looking to get elected in order to put the wrecking ball to the house they were serving in. No, that never happened. In fact the opposite occurred once the “hate Washington bunch” got to the Capital. They ended up expanding the very institutions they were earlier attacking. What they learned on the way was the power that is Washington is very addictive.
The real problem in today’s politics is there is no left wing to even begin to counter the right wing. The left disappeared some years ago after the collapse of the Soviet Union. The problem was the false identification between what was supposed to be the alternative to capitalism. What existed in Russia was supposed to be Socialism. Let me make it very clear. What existed in the Soviet Union was not even a resemblance to the idea of socialism. It was the Dictatorship of the Communist Party that tried to give itself a more benevolent appearance of being nice by tagging on the word “socialism,” not unlike what Hitler did with National Socialism. No matter. After the Soviet collapse, the idea that there was an alternative to capitalism disappeared off the radar screen. It was also called "the end of history." What we have left is a fierce right wing that is determined to takeover the reigns of government with all its power and destroy anyone who gets in their way. In essence this is what Bill Kristol advised the right to do with Health Care reform, “Just Kill It.” How’s that for a policy? That’s exactly what they manage to do because they can’t even now get it through their heads that we have a middle of the road Black President.
This is why I see crazy time ahead as we begin to move toward the midterm election. Just one final word on Obama’s situation. It’s easy to see that it ain’t good. Why? As I worried during the campaign, he has had some very sad illusions that he could make nice with the Right Wing. Well, it never happened and it never will. They just hate him because he fly’s in the face of everything they believe in, including the color the person’s skin ought to be the same as the house he occupies in the Nation’s Capital.
Unlike the right wing, there is no left wing to support Obama. Yes, there was an upsurge of Internet support as he ran for office. What he does not have is an ideological base that can support him or any other progressive who needs a solid backing that he or she can call on in times of needed support. That’s what is totally lacking as Obama tries to move some of his campaign promises through the legislative maze called Congress. If he is not able to pass the health care bill and do something soon to start to bring down the unemployment rate, it will be a sad outcome in 2010 and even sadder in 2012. That may be the real price of no serious left wing politics in the country.
Thanks Kate N.H.W.Y
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
One Year Gone
Between the 20th Anniversary of the collapse of the Berlin Wall, the 10% unemployment numbers, and the fight for Health Care in the Congress, I am definitely on overload. The Berlin Wall collapse, which was the beginning of the end for the Soviet Union, is a big subject all by itself. Because of my German heritage (both parents from there), I will never be satisfied with the many explanations of what happened in that very troubled land. But that topic will have to wait for another time.
The fight for universal health care goes on and on. No matter the outcome in this round, it still will be far from won. Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi pulled off quite a trick in squeaking the bill through 219 to 215. Even at that there were many concessions to the Blue Dog conservative Democrats who neither she nor the President could convince to “come on over.” That leaves us with a bill with lots of garbage like the no abortion amendment and no clear Public Option.
That of course is to bad because the conservatives in the Senate will try their utmost to “just kill it.” Remember, that was the advice from their conservative guru Bill Kristol back in August when he was asked for his advice on Health Care legislation. Yeah, that’s what he said, “Just kill it.” Lest we forget, the Kristol crowd not only hate Barack Obama, they hate the idea of a Black President. And no, they will never get used to it.
Obama became President just a year ago, yet it seems like such a long time. As the campaign was coming to an end, I became deeply troubled by the mountain of expectations that had grown during that time. I knew that Obama was limited in his own knowledge of the kind of problems he was about to come up against. His constant talk of “reaching across the isle” as a way of changing the bitter fighting between the Democrats and Republicans that was going on in Washington was extremely naive.
The fight is about fundamental differences about the role of government. Holding out your hand to people who just want to “kill” a very fundamental piece of legislation that effects the lives of us all is not just naive, but stupid. It has prevented Obama from rallying up his supporters for a real fight. Look at what the Tea Party crowd have done? They understand the role of putting people in the streets to raise hell. They have been effective if in no other way than to scare the pants off the Blue Dog Democrats if they dare vote for the health care legislation. They see themselves as being whacked in the coming midterm election. Heah guys, it don’t matter. The “kill it” crowd are going to go after your ass no matter what you do. Don’t you get it? The ultra right wing nuts just want Sarah Palin as President, in which case they won’t bother to even recognize you. So wake up! It is time to fight, not faint.
The issue that will override all others coming into the 2010 midterm election will be Jobs, Jobs, Jobs. Kate just came back from a trip to Minneapolis visiting with old friends. She saw first hand how the issue of finding work is shaping up for many middle class professional people. They are the new middle class successful professionals who now find the job market simply dried up. While the Bureau of Labor Statistics puts the unemployment rate at 10%, it’s an awful lot higher if you count all those folks who have given up looking for work. Count them and your getting closer to the 25% unemployment of the Great Depression. Not a pretty picture for Obama. As I have said in previous posts he needs to find some new economists who can help him figure out how to create jobs instead of how to save Wall Street. He has done enough to bail out Wall Street, except for regulating them. What Obama needs is a modern day nineteen thirties job creator like Robert Moses. There was a man who knew how to create jobs.
Unless Obama does more to create jobs, his dream of a second term will melt like an ice cream cone left out in a Phoenix summer afternoon. Thanks Kate N.H.W.Y.
The fight for universal health care goes on and on. No matter the outcome in this round, it still will be far from won. Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi pulled off quite a trick in squeaking the bill through 219 to 215. Even at that there were many concessions to the Blue Dog conservative Democrats who neither she nor the President could convince to “come on over.” That leaves us with a bill with lots of garbage like the no abortion amendment and no clear Public Option.
That of course is to bad because the conservatives in the Senate will try their utmost to “just kill it.” Remember, that was the advice from their conservative guru Bill Kristol back in August when he was asked for his advice on Health Care legislation. Yeah, that’s what he said, “Just kill it.” Lest we forget, the Kristol crowd not only hate Barack Obama, they hate the idea of a Black President. And no, they will never get used to it.
Obama became President just a year ago, yet it seems like such a long time. As the campaign was coming to an end, I became deeply troubled by the mountain of expectations that had grown during that time. I knew that Obama was limited in his own knowledge of the kind of problems he was about to come up against. His constant talk of “reaching across the isle” as a way of changing the bitter fighting between the Democrats and Republicans that was going on in Washington was extremely naive.
The fight is about fundamental differences about the role of government. Holding out your hand to people who just want to “kill” a very fundamental piece of legislation that effects the lives of us all is not just naive, but stupid. It has prevented Obama from rallying up his supporters for a real fight. Look at what the Tea Party crowd have done? They understand the role of putting people in the streets to raise hell. They have been effective if in no other way than to scare the pants off the Blue Dog Democrats if they dare vote for the health care legislation. They see themselves as being whacked in the coming midterm election. Heah guys, it don’t matter. The “kill it” crowd are going to go after your ass no matter what you do. Don’t you get it? The ultra right wing nuts just want Sarah Palin as President, in which case they won’t bother to even recognize you. So wake up! It is time to fight, not faint.
The issue that will override all others coming into the 2010 midterm election will be Jobs, Jobs, Jobs. Kate just came back from a trip to Minneapolis visiting with old friends. She saw first hand how the issue of finding work is shaping up for many middle class professional people. They are the new middle class successful professionals who now find the job market simply dried up. While the Bureau of Labor Statistics puts the unemployment rate at 10%, it’s an awful lot higher if you count all those folks who have given up looking for work. Count them and your getting closer to the 25% unemployment of the Great Depression. Not a pretty picture for Obama. As I have said in previous posts he needs to find some new economists who can help him figure out how to create jobs instead of how to save Wall Street. He has done enough to bail out Wall Street, except for regulating them. What Obama needs is a modern day nineteen thirties job creator like Robert Moses. There was a man who knew how to create jobs.
Unless Obama does more to create jobs, his dream of a second term will melt like an ice cream cone left out in a Phoenix summer afternoon. Thanks Kate N.H.W.Y.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Soren at 8 Months
Till now October 2009 you were a picture.
Many pictures sent through cyberspace.
1917 myself at 8 months. Only box cameras.
Go see one in a museum.
You, mommy, daddy, and the car seat bed
Lit up this sleepy old house
With the burning glow of new life.
William Shakespeare 1475. (The Bard)
Soren, there's a name to remember
Long before others.
He defined who we humans are.
He said, “All the men women merely players.”
Like on the stage.
“At first the infant (thats you)
Mewling and puking in the nurses’ arms.”
No nurses. Just Mama Amrita.
Until you visited, all I heard of Soren was “cute.”
Okay, I can give you that, if you want it?
Your wonderment at the unfolding world before your eyes.
This is not cute.
A reminder to look anew at the magic of the world.
A remarkable little rainbow light on the ceiling
Or the pussycat’s ears revealing its veins.
Great-grandpa’s mustache and ah, yes, his guitar.
Little fingers gripped the strings,
As if hearing the songs we sing.
Old childhood memories. Don’t know if they changed?
“Old Bangum” wild boar hunting would go.
You have to guess what they made of his hide?
Yeh, a nice saddle. “How do you think I begin in the world?
Got me a sow and several other things.”
“Go tell Aunt Rhody her old grey goose is dead.
Died standing on her head.”
Honestly now. What’s this supposed to do for your synapses?
And oh, I forgot, the itsey bitsey spider
Went up and down the water spout. You puzzled?
Soren, you and I.
Remember the Bard? Remember you mewling?
Here’s the old man on the stage of life.
“Turning again toward childish treble pipes.”
Me and you could be in the same place.
You in your first childhood, me in my second.
That makes us brothers under the skin. No?
Thanks most thoughtful Soren.
Thanks Mommy and Daddy. Do come again.
Kate N.H.W.Y.
Many pictures sent through cyberspace.
1917 myself at 8 months. Only box cameras.
Go see one in a museum.
You, mommy, daddy, and the car seat bed
Lit up this sleepy old house
With the burning glow of new life.
William Shakespeare 1475. (The Bard)
Soren, there's a name to remember
Long before others.
He defined who we humans are.
He said, “All the men women merely players.”
Like on the stage.
“At first the infant (thats you)
Mewling and puking in the nurses’ arms.”
No nurses. Just Mama Amrita.
Until you visited, all I heard of Soren was “cute.”
Okay, I can give you that, if you want it?
Your wonderment at the unfolding world before your eyes.
This is not cute.
A reminder to look anew at the magic of the world.
A remarkable little rainbow light on the ceiling
Or the pussycat’s ears revealing its veins.
Great-grandpa’s mustache and ah, yes, his guitar.
Little fingers gripped the strings,
As if hearing the songs we sing.
Old childhood memories. Don’t know if they changed?
“Old Bangum” wild boar hunting would go.
You have to guess what they made of his hide?
Yeh, a nice saddle. “How do you think I begin in the world?
Got me a sow and several other things.”
“Go tell Aunt Rhody her old grey goose is dead.
Died standing on her head.”
Honestly now. What’s this supposed to do for your synapses?
And oh, I forgot, the itsey bitsey spider
Went up and down the water spout. You puzzled?
Soren, you and I.
Remember the Bard? Remember you mewling?
Here’s the old man on the stage of life.
“Turning again toward childish treble pipes.”
Me and you could be in the same place.
You in your first childhood, me in my second.
That makes us brothers under the skin. No?
Thanks most thoughtful Soren.
Thanks Mommy and Daddy. Do come again.
Kate N.H.W.Y.
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