Sunday
Sep032006

Piece O' Cake


The gun went off at 5:00 AM in the Tupelo darkness, setting in motion everal hundred pairs of running shoes. I lke the sound of all of those shoes hitting the pavement. It is the unmistakable sound of a foot race.

I ran the whole way and felt pretty good. The weather was perfect. Low 60's and a breeze made it feel like air conditioning compared to the heat and humidity I have been dealing with in Covington.

I ran a 3:37:20. I will have to look up what pace that is. I just wanted to come in under 3:40 so mission accomplished. I have recovered quickly and Barbara and I are about to take in the sites of Tupelo. It is pretty up here with rolling hills, cotton fields, and farm houses.

I will write more on this marathon later. Now that the race is over; it is time for the reward.
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Update:
Here is a photo of Barb and I in the house where Elvis was born.

John and Barb in the house where Elvis was born

Have a great weekend.

Until the next time
John Strain

Saturday
Sep022006

Road Trip


Elvis is blaring on the iPod and we are headed North on I-55. If we had a convertible I'd have the top down. Destination Tupelo, Mississippi - the birthplace of The King.

I have to get up at 3AM for the 5AM race start in the morning. The weather should be cooler than what I have been used to - low 60's at the start.

The motto of the race is "Hurdle the dead, trample the weak." It has a nice ring to it. It makes me feel like I will be part of a Capital One commercial.

I will have the laptop and free wireless Internet at the hotel so look for a post sometime Sunday with the race results.

Got to run - really.

Until the next time
John Strain

Friday
Sep012006

Coping and reacting


It has been a year since Hurricane Katrina. One would have to be in another solar system not to know this. Television has aired numerous Katrina anniversary programs.

This event has dominated my life and the lives of so many. It has never been out of the news here, so the anniversary shows just seemed like more of the same coverage.

I am always interested in how people respond to things. Our values and philosophy of life drive our reactions and responses. I think most of the fighting and blaming is really a clash of these values.

People believe different things about what should be done about what Katrina broke. Much of the debate and anger centers around the role of government. Local, state, and federal government all have roles.

Some people are still waiting for government to help, while others have moved on. Some folks had the means to rebuild on their own, some - like my neighbor - cashed in his 401K to move on.

Houston, TX extended their hand to help our region and they are sorry for it now. Many who went there believe they hit the Katrina lottery. They have sat for a year with free rent. It appears they will do nothing until someone from FEMA takes them to the next free thing. The murder rate has gone up in Houston 20% and they can attribute it to Hurricane Katrina evacuees.

Now everyone who went to Houston is not a lazy murdering free loader, but many are.

I saw a report about St. Bernard Parish. This area was as devastated as the highly publicized 9th Ward. The rebuilding effort seems to be going much better in St. Bernard. The people want to be there and they are not waiting on the government. One man said that hope is as cheap as despair.

The problems and solutions around rebuilding after Katrina have been touted as racial. However, I have seen and read about people from both races on both sides of the fence. Katrina was an equal opportunity hurricane. She wiped out everybody equally.

Whatever resources you had before the hurricane are what you had after the hurricane. Money in the bank, education, insurance, and family and friends are what folks have to rebuild. The color of your skin has nothing to do with it.

If you are waiting on the government and help isn't coming, then you get angry. You may even begin to believe you are not getting help because of the color of your skin, but that does not make it true.

Individuals will have to rebuild their own lives or not. Government will throw a bone every now and then, but they will not provide a comprehensive answer for each individual.

When I see helpless dependent people whining or venting anger on the news, I realize they did not get that way over night. Much like a spoiled child, they learned how to be dependent.

Government has tried to raise a couple of generations with welfare and it does not work. The old saying, "Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime," applies here.

We in these modern times think we have accomplished something because we did without electricity, cable TV, and running water for a few weeks. I wonder what the conditions were like settling this country and moving west.

The pioneers somehow made it and eventually thrived. Where is that spirit and innovation now? I believe it was slowly washed away by government handouts. People got used to the monthly check. They didn’t have to dig for water or hunt rabbits, they just had to walk to the mailbox.

Now we have a large segment of society that is uneducated, doesn't work, and continues to produce children even though they have no way of providing for them. These kids are raised in inadequate environments. They often lack a two-parent home and are not taught to value education. The kids are largely ungoverned and eventually wind up dead or in jail.

Katrina really exposed what this means when basic services are interrupted. This group of people lacks the resources to help themselves. They blame and criticize the government like a spoiled child would their own parents if their car runs out of gas.

The folks who make it are born into homes where they are taught to believe in themselves and not the government. They are taught they can do anything they want to if they work for it. They are taught to value education. They are taught to respect others, themselves, and their community.

If they are taught these things, it does not matter how much money they have. Dignity is not purchased; it comes from an attitude and a way of behaving.

I don't care what color you are. It matters not what your religion is or your sexual orientation. What is important is how you behave and what you do. If you take care of yourself and have enough left over to give to others and to your community; then you are a responsible adult in my book.

Hurricane Katrina came along and exposed what people think of themselves. She was a test that no one could cheat on. Some passed with flying colors, but others failed miserably.

Until the next time
John Strain

Thursday
Aug312006

This is dedicated to . . .



Walk a mile in my shoes - Elvis Presley

I want to dedicate this song to all the people out there who are blaming someone else for their trouble. I don't want to stop there either. This song has a good message for all of us who find it too easy to criticize, demean, and generally hate others without even knowing them.

Folks spend a lot less time trying to understand each other than they do pointing fingers. I still believe we have much more in common with others than we have differences.

Life is way too short to spend it angry, bitching, and unhappy.

I may sound like a broken record, but I believe it is true. We are the ones who stress ourselves out. We choose anger when we have it and it destroys us from the inside out.

Choose to slow down. Listen. Hear someone out. Talk to them if they will. If they are not reasonable, don't waste your time trying to convince them. As for you, keep your life clear of these poisonous thoughts and patterns of thinking.

The good stuff is lying right next to the bad. What we focus on and what we pick up is a matter of choice.

"Before you abuse, criticize and accuse - walk a mile in my shoes."

This Elvis song has me primed for my trip to his birthplace this weekend to run the Tupelo Marathon.

Have a nice Thursday folks,

Until the next time
John Strain

Wednesday
Aug302006

Bear with me


by Bear

He everyone, it's me Bear. It has been a while since I have applied my paws to the keyboard; have you missed me?

Daddy wanted me to tell you that the BearCam is in operation again. Apparently, you can watch me from your computer. I am not so sure if I like that or not. When Daddy came home from work today and after I settled down - I go crazy a little - he told me that he saw me licking my nads on the BearCam. I guess I will have to be more careful.

It has been hot around here. I stay in the air conditioning as much as I can unless Daddy is outside. If I stay out very long, I look for a bush then I dig into the cool dirt and lay down. Daddy always tells me to stop because I am scattering the dirt too much.

I have been playing football. Daddy bought me a football a couple of months ago and I really like it. I like the tennis ball too, but the football is funner to chase. I never know which way it is going to bounce. Daddy puts different spins on it to make the bounce even more unpredictable.

My brother LJ is back at school in Baton Rouge. It was fun having him home in the summer. I miss him because my days are longer now. I just sit and wait for my Mommy and Daddy to come home.

No big deal though, I do some serious sleeping during that time.

Daddy says I have to stay at the vet this weekend because he is going to Tupelo, MS to run a marathon. Rats.

OK, that's all I have to say. Be sure to watch me on the BearCam.

Bye for now,
Bear