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The Hummingpigs At Dinnertime

Friday, March 13th, 2015


No one is more surprised than Helaine and me at the volume of nectar our friendly hummingpigs polish off every day. No matter when we fill it, they drain it by day’s end!

They’re so hungry my presence only feet away doesn’t stop them!

I love them, but this has gotten out-of-hand.

Coconut: Our Good Deed For Today

Thursday, March 12th, 2015



I was outside with Doppler a few minutes ago when another dog walked up to us and started sniffing. He was white, a Maltese like Doppler, freshly groomed and around twice her size.

“Hello,” I called out. “I have your dog.”

No answer.

I took a look at his collar. There was a phone number and his name, Coconut. We went inside.

Helaine called the number, but it went to voicemail. A few minutes later I sent a text. That’s when Coconut’s mom called.

She had been unloading groceries. Coconut must have walked out without being noticed. She’d meet us in the street in front of our house.

We’d never seen Coconut before even though he only lives a few hundred feet away. He is lucky we found him. There are coyotes who live in the farmland adjacent to our development. They are also dog lovers.

Good deed for the day. Mission accomplished. Cute doggie. Aren’t they all?

When Viewers Say Hi

Wednesday, March 11th, 2015


I went out for dinner tonight with my boss. He was a few minutes late, so I hung out in front of the hostess podium. I wasn’t there more than a few minutes before a couple from Minnesota walked up say they enjoy watching.

You know, this stuff still affects me. It never gets old.

Actually, I was surprised. I’ve only been here a few months. Recognition takes time.

A few minutes later another couple, this time from Cathedral City, stopped to say hi.

Having a job like mine comes with built in advantages. It really is a fun and fulfilling occupation. Plus there’s no heavy lifting. Having viewers say hello is icing on the cake.

Dinner was great. I had pasta with fresh tomatoes and a Caesar salad with anchovies. These two ‘appetizers’ only made it better.

I actually don’t mind my boss didn’t get to see it. It was its own reward.

So Sweet

Tuesday, March 10th, 2015

dippy sleeping

I am upstairs at my desk. Doppler is behind me, asleep on a blanket that’s there for her. It’s not one of her favorite spots. Helaine’s gone for a few days. Doppler wants company.

We went out a little while ago. Sprinklers are on tonight. I picked her up when she was done, then carried her upstairs like a loaf of bread. Very trusting. She’s used to being transported.

I got down on my hands and knees to give her some rubs, but she was frisky. Frisky is not a word normally associated with Doppler. She is laid back. She’s two bars on the battery charge indicator. She wanted to be engaged.

We played. We made the game up on-the-spot. She’d run to me, then as soon as she reached me she’d run back to her blanket. She waited for me to call her again and again and again.

She’s a little shaggy. Her hair was tousled. She’d stand there, looking up at me, still a little winded from her last run. She looked happy.

We played until she was exhausted. She’s small. It doesn’t take much.

She’s out. So sweet.

Great Day For My Dad

Monday, March 9th, 2015

My dad tells a dirty joke   YouTube

My father is impressed with his own accomplishment, which actually is pretty darned impressive. Last night his dirty joke on YouTube passed the million viewer mark! It’s heady stuff for a guy who predates video.

It’s not just the numbers, it’s the comments. To summarize, a lot of the commenters want to be like him when they’re 89.

Why not? He’s sharp. He’s funny. His obvious (and less obvious) physical infirmities, though part of him, don’t define him.

Being Harold Fox at 89 is a good thing.

I get a chance to put more on the hard drive soon. He’s coming to visit in a few weeks.

When I write about my dad, people always say I should cherish the time with him. I do. But my dad’s not coming because this is some final roundup. He’s coming because we enjoy his company and he ours.

It’s also a little warmer here than Milwaukee.

Lindsey Graham Has Never Sent An Email?

Sunday, March 8th, 2015

Lindsey Graham  I ve Never Sent an Email   NBC

Senator Lindsey Graham (R-SC) was on Meet the Press this morning. When the topic got to Hillary Clinton’s private email server, Graham offered,

“I don’t email. No, you can have every email I’ve ever sent. I’ve never sent one.”

Seriously? I’ve been sending email for nearly 30 years. How is it possible to live in the 21st Century without email?

More importantly, what does this say about what Senator Graham doesn’t understand about modern life?

Back when I worked at WTNH all my email was sent through a server I controlled. No nefarious purpose. It was just more convenient. They had all my incoming mail, but nothing I sent (unless it came back in a reply) was in their possession.

I suspect that’s why Secretary Clinton did it, convenience. It allowed me to consolidate all my email accounts in one place.

But Hillary Clinton wasn’t a TV meteorologist. She had more of an obligation to officially archive her correspondence, whether it was a law/rule or not.

As sins go, hers is pretty minor.

Lindsey Graham’s admission isn’t a sin at all. But it’s definitely a head scratcher.

Huffington Post: Go To Hell

Saturday, March 7th, 2015

Here’s what Huffington Post delivered to me tonight.


Huffington Post: Go to hell.

Do We Really Want To Be China?

Thursday, March 5th, 2015


A favorite target of the political right is the EPA. Just yesterday in a hearing with the EPA administrator, Senator Jeff Sessions (R-AL) said:

Sessions: When we go to our states, the group we have the most complaints about from our constituents — whether it’s highway people, whether it’s farmers, whether it’s energy people — is the Environmental Protection Agency. It’s an [agency of] extraordinary overreach. And you apparently are unaware of the pushback that’s occurring in the real world.

Of course many businesses dislike the EPA. It’s an agency made to primarily say, “No!” In this case, no is a good thing.

Wikipedia summarizes some of the changes to what we breath from 1970 to 2006:

  • carbon monoxide emissions fell from 197 million tons to 89 million tons
  • nitrogen oxide emissions fell from 27 million tons to 19 million tons
  • sulfur dioxide emissions fell from 31 million tons to 15 million tons
  • particulate emissions fell by 80%
  • lead emissions fell by more than 98%

As a kid growing up in Queens I watched soot from dozens of chimneys as the apartment buildings in my neighborhood burned their trash every afternoon. Today we’d be shocked. Then, it was standard operating procedures.

Here in SoCal pollution was so bad it was a national joke. The photo at the top of this entry is Downtown Los Angeles in the 70s. Nearby mountains disappeared in a brownish haze.

No more.

Our air still needs help, but the trend is in the right direction. Today, much of SoCal’s 21st Century pollution actually floats over the Pacific from China and the rest of industrialized Asia.

It costs more money to keep emissions down. In business that cost comes directly from profits. No wonder business hates the EPA.

But, do we really want to be China?

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Wednesday, March 4th, 2015

IMAG2369-w1920-h1400I’m using a new “clicker” on TV and it’s been driving me crazy. It’s all a matter of ergonomics. It looks so simple. Just three buttons. Right?

The unit is meant to be held with the single button on top. It’s the only one used on-the-air. The other two are only used during setup.

I’ve hit the two setup buttons by mistake recently. It throws everything out of whack!

I can see why now, but it wasn’t that obvious. In order to press the top button, my finger must cross the buttons on the bottom. If they were recessed this wouldn’t be a problem.

They’re not.

As of tomorrow the single button will be on the bottom. Problem solved, I hope.

Dinner With Eddie

Monday, March 2nd, 2015

I’m in Palm Desert this evening, at the TV station. I drove in from Orange County earlier today. No sooner had I sat down than I got a text message from Eddie Ackerman.

Let’s grab dinner this week.

This week became this night. We went to Five Guys near the station.

Eddie’s a former New Yorker, like me… from Flushing, like me. He lives in Palm Springs now and loves it. How could you not?

I remember meeting Eddie the first time back in the late 70s or early 80s. He was working for Compact Video. They were a large video production company.

Eddie took me around. I wasn’t yet in TV. Everything he showed was dazzling.

In a control room full of monitors a guy was editing a concert. As the tapes played, he punched the show on a switcher. Every once-in-a-while he’d hit a shot he didn’t like, rewind the tapes and pick it up from there.

Close to 40 years later I remember how impressed I was. It’s a day vividly etched in my mind.

Companies like Compact don’t exist anymore. Million dollar plus control rooms aren’t needed. TV can be done on the cheap from nearly anywhere with quality not imagined back then.

Nothing ever stays the same. Certainly not Eddie and me!