Our BOLLI Matters blog provides opportunities for all BOLLI members to share thoughts on the issues of the day, memories of issues of other days, stand-out BOLLI moments, favorite Lunch & Learn speakers or programs. You can recommend books, television shows, movies, and more to your fellow BOLLI members. Just write about whatever is on your mind, in your own voice–the way you’d talk to your friends.
In addition, it offers “showcase” space in which to try your hand at writing–creative nonfiction, memoir, fiction, poetry. It gives you a gallery for sharing your photography, drawing, painting, print making, weaving, furniture making, glass, mosaics…or whatever your particular creative venue is.
You might be surprised to find out how much your fellow BOLLI members appreciate and enjoy your efforts. And, who knows? You might surprise yourself and find that you enjoy the process as well–there could be a regular feature or column in your future!
Send items to me, Sue Wurster, at firstname.lastname@example.org. I am happy to help by making suggestions for strengthening your work and doing some judicious editing.
And if you have ideas for features or columns that you might like to see in BOLLI Matters, please pass them along!
Known in some circles as “Wurster, the Wily Word Woman,” I have happily worked on all things word related–public speaking, acting, writing, working on newsletters and newspapers, editing literary/visual art journals–since creating “The Maple Street Gazette” at age 8…
At BOLLI, our membership includes those from all proverbial walks of life, and yet, we all seem to be very much on the same path—the one leading to personal enrichment. Betty Brudnick is no exception. I asked Betty what brought her to BOLLI, and this is what she said.
“My husband Irv and I had been members at HILR (Harvard Institute for Learning in Retirement), and at lunch one day, a friend said to us, ‘You know, there’s someone at Brandeis I think you two should meet. His name is Bernie Reisman. He is thinking of starting a similar program and would really benefit from any help you could give him.’ So, we met with Bernie, and it wasn’t long before BALI (Brandeis Adult Learning Institute as it was called then) was born. With the help of other seekers, we built the foundation of BALI, reached out to other retired people, and attracted over 300 to our first informational meeting. It was an exceedingly hot day, the air conditioning quit, and the power went out—and yet, our overflow audience stayed. We began courses, twice a week, at the Gosman Athletic Facility taught by friends and other knowledgeable volunteers.
Discovering that she is truly a BOLLI “original” was pretty exciting–particularly with our 20th anniversary approaching. But what about your art work? I asked.
In addition to Betty’s career as a social worker, community activist, political junkie, and member of several boards, much of her time and energy has also revolved, of course, around being a wife, a mother, and a daughter to ailing parents. Art had never really been part of the picture.
“Except for starting to study piano when I was 7 (which continued through my college years,” she says, “I would say that the left side of my brain was dominant.” She goes on to add that, “My interest in the arts didn’t become apparent until middle age when an accident incapacitated me for several months. At that point, I began to examine my life. And I had an epiphany.”
“I realized that I had spent my life focused on others’ needs, and now, it was time to focus on my own.” She had always liked creating with her hands—knitting, doing macramé, weaving—but, other than doodling in her notebooks when bored at school, she had never considered drawing or painting. So, she decided to see if she might have any artistic talent of that sort and enrolled in a drawing class at the MFA. She loved it, and soon moved on to a watercolor class, then art lessons in Gloucester, and, finally, working with a watercolor atelier at the Radcliffe Seminars. “Those were such wonderful years,” she muses. “Learning, painting, showing work with inspirational artists.”
While she did a good deal of watercolor painting over those years, she continued, of course, to focus on others. After developing a job bank and doing other projects at the Council on Aging in Malden, Betty says she found herself wanting to explore other forms of creativity as well.
“It seems that nature hates a vacuum,” she indicates, “and so, while I was shopping at the farmers’ market in Sarasota, I stopped at a booth that had some interesting pieces of glass.” Her conversation with the artist led to an invitation to try her hand at fusing glass herself, and “I found my new avocation.” Her tutor was a young Greek minister who was also pursuing an advanced degree in theology which, she says, led to “lots of interesting discussions while I learned to cut, shape, and fuse glass.” She soon discovered and joined the Southwest Florida Glass Alliance, a large community of ardent glass collectors in the area, and began to explore both the history of the glass art movement and its artists in this country. “I was even invited to the homes of many collectors. How could I resist?” Ultimately, in addition to doing her own glass work, she began collecting pieces by Italian, Japanese, and American glass artists.
“As far as I know, there were no artists in my family,” Betty says. “Architects and musicians, yes, but no painters. My children’s talents lie in other directions—not visual art. It’s too soon to tell, but one of my granddaughters is an art history major!”
Personally, I can add that, having taught two of those granddaughters, I know that one is a highly accomplished pianist herself. So, clearly, the piano lessons Betty embarked on when she was 7 tapped into her artistic side–and remain firmly ensconced in the family gene pool.
Overall, Betty indicates, “It’s been rewarding to watch BOLLI’s growth to a year-round community. Irv would have been so pleased.” It’s been equally as rewarding to dive into painting and glass work, and she looks forward to whatever avocation comes next.
There’s nothing I like more than getting to know the people around me even better! I hope you’ll leave a comment for Betty in the box below. It means a lot to each of our profiled members to hear from others. And I’d love to hear from you about you or other BOLLI members we can all get to know better.
THE 2020 BOLLI JOURNAL IS NOW ACCEPTING SUBMISSIONS!
Yes, the next volume featuring the creative work of our BOLLI membership is underway, and we’re looking forward to seeing your work!
BOLLI members may submit up to four pieces of writing and/or visual art/craft work (total) for consideration. (Nor more than three per member will be published.)
Writing: Any BOLLI member may submit original unpublished fiction, creative nonfiction (including memoir, topical essay, nature, travel, sports, food writing, etc.) poetry, or playwriting. Please double space and number each page of your work, but do not write your name on your manuscript/s. Include a word count below the title of each piece being submitted. (Items not to exceed 1000 words.)
Visual Art/Craft: Any BOLLI member may submit original, unpublished high resolution photographs. High resolution images of original drawing, painting, printmaking, sculpture, ceramics, woodworking, etc. may also be submitted. Photos must not be compressed, sent in “original” or “actual size,” (at least 300 ppi or pixels per inch), and in the sRGB color space.
Sending Materials: Work should be submitted via email although hard copy may be left with Lily Gardner for scanning and sending via email. (No particular computer program is preferred for submission, but all photography should be sent in high resolution.) Indicate “Journal Submission” in the subject line of your email. Material should be provided as attachments. Send to the editor at: email@example.com.
Your submission will be acknowledged within a week of its receipt. If you do not receive such acknowledgment, contact editor Sue Wurster at: firstname.lastname@example.org
Editorial Review: All material will be reviewed (as “blind” submissions on a “rolling” basis) by The Journal committee: Managing/Production Editor Sue Wurster and Art Editor Joanne Fortunato; Helen Abrams, Margie Arons-Barron, Lydia Bogar, Betsy Campbell, Miriam Goldman, Dennis Greene, Donna Johns, Marjorie Roemer, Caroline Schwirian, and Larry Schwirian, Genre editors will review, make suggestions for improvement, and present items to the full committee for consideration.
The editor will respond to members with suggestions from the committee for improving submitted work. While we will be reviewing work on a rolling basis, final decisions regarding items to be included in this volume will be made after the September 30 submission deadline when all items will be considered for the volume as a whole.
The ring was oval-shaped, and we stood about midway on one side watching the ponies. It was a glorious fall day. We were in no rush.
My granddaughter held my hand. She had not yet decided about having a ride; it’s scary to try something new. So we waited as she carefully appraised each pony as it passed by with its mounted child.
There were brown ones and black ones, some with mixed colors, and others with patterns.
I wondered what she was thinking. Was she intimidated by them, simply afraid, or was she considering what color pony she’d like to ride? What goes through a four-year-old’s head? Lots!
“Would you like a ride?” I asked her.
“Yes,” was her reply, and there was no question about it.
“But I don’t want to ride on a big pony.”
“Okay,” I assured her.
“But I don’t want a small pony.”
“Oh,” I mumbled. Where was this outing going?
In silence, we watched a few more go by and then, she said, “Papa, I want to ride on a medium pony.”
A medium pony. Not too big or too small. Moderation. And, given the times we are in as a nation, not too far left or right.
The extremes we deal with each day can make most of us uncomfortable whether in a pony ring or in politics. Whether we are four or eighty-four, white or black, male or female, conservative or progressive, we are all simply part of the human web that connects us.
When faced with complex choices, compromise most often points the way to a lasting solution. Sounds pretty basic, and it is. Not rocket science, if egos are parked at the door.
Too many of our leaders need to get off their donkeys or elephants and mount a ring full of medium ponies. If they just go on pony ride, they will help us all get “there” faster and “fairer.” If not, we need to send them home on their donkeys or elephants, never to return. We can’t allow any leader’s ego and dated ideology to screw up what can be a good pony ride for America.
And, oh, yes! The pony ride—on a medium, light brown and white pony—was a great success.
Barry says that he and his wife Liz began taking courses at BOLLI “almost from the beginning while winding down my career in the computer field as GM of ADP. Love taking subjects that I’ve not had exposure to before. Being snowbirds, we’re delighted that spring semester is build the five-week offerings. BOLLI has been and remains an important part of our life.”
At five years old, Howard Barnstone was given a toy lathe which he used to make turnings out of balsa wood. After that, his toys of choice extended to Lincoln Logs, Lego, and “girds and panels” sets. And so began his lifelong interest in woodworking. In his high school wood shop course, he made a chess board out of oak and cherry squares and then moved on to creating wooden skateboards—totally ahead of his time. At U. Mass. Amherst, he enrolled in a woodworking art course in order to finish the wooden clock he had been working on at the end of high school—even the gears were cut out of mahogany.
When he was about 27, Howard took an open night class in woodworking at Brookline High where he was making a cherry coffee table. He was planning to finish it up during the last class, but he was invited to another event being held on the same evening. “I was torn about which way to go,” he says. “I finally decided to go to the event and leave early. I figured, that way, I could also make the class.” That ended up being a good decision. At the event, he met Gayle Ehrlich, his wife (and fellow BOLLI member)—but was also able to finish his project.
Howard chose to follow a path in the business world but says that he can see a connection between business and furniture building and design. “I used to put together merger and acquisition deals for a financial information company. Building furniture is similar to complex business deals in that both involve many interlocking pieces that need to not only stand alone but also function within a complicated over-arching concept.”
All along the way, Howard managed to find time for open shop courses at the local high schools. He built a variety of tables for his family in the process. Now that his children are grown and he has retired from the business world, Howard says that he is pursuing woodworking and furniture building and design in an even more in-depth way. “My goal is to refine my abilities and make great furniture for my own pleasure,” he says, “enjoying it for its craft and mastery.”
Howard says he mostly designs and builds tables and cabinets, particularly in the Shaker style which “I like for its clean lines, efficiencies, and practicality.” He says he also admires the work of both Thomas Moser and Stickley.
Shaker night tables (in progress) and boot benchh
During the spring of 2017, Howard took the three-month full-time intensive furniture course at the North Bennett Street School which he enjoyed immensely. “We completed two full projects—a Shaker night stand and a cupboard on a stand,” he says. “We spent extensive time with both hand and machine tools. We also focused on dove-tail, mortise and tenon, and other aspects of joinery as well as wood choice and properties.” Since then, he has also completed Peter Thibeault’s course on The Fine Art of Furniture.
At this point, Howard is focused on the next steps in his journey with furniture. “I look forward to better applying design concepts and principles,” he says, “learning about the evolution of historical furniture design and modern approaches to the manipulation of wood products to achieve certain furniture design aesthetics.”
In terms of future work, Howard says that “Like authors feel they have a certain number of books in them, I have a certain number of furniture pieces in me–and it is up to me, like the author, to produce, them by putting in the hard work. Time will tell.”
Finally, Howard says that it doesn’t really matter what he is making as long as it is engaging him. “I think of myself as being the furniture version of a gentleman farmer. I just get extreme joy from the process of working with wood.”
Howard says about his BOLLI experience, “I have been taking classes at BOLLI or the past four years and have enjoyed the quality of the teachers, courses, and the camaraderie of learning together.”
Is there a BOLLI member you’d like to see profiled in BOLLI Matters? Contact Sue Wurster via email: email@example.com
I found this recipe in an old cooking magazine in the ‘70s. I make plain meatballs (lean hamburger, some salt and one small finely-chopped onion). I then broil the meatballs until they are medium rare; not more than about 6 minutes turning once. I usually make them quite small, smaller than a golf ball, maybe 3/4ʺ. The meatballs can be frozen to be used later.
The sauce recipe is sufficient for about 1½ pounds of meat.
By using lite cream cheese and sour cream, the calories are reduced and the taste seems to be the same.
2 cans Cream of Mushroom soup (10½ oz can)
1½ cup Milk
6 oz Cream cheese (softened) (I use the “lite”)
¼ cup Catsup
¼ tsp Garlic Powder
1 pt Sour cream (I use the “lite”)
Mix together in large saucepan (except for the sour cream); warm, but do not boil. Stir constantly.
Add the meatballs and cook until thawed (if previously frozen) or hot.
Stir in the sour cream.
Serve over noodles or with toothpicks as an appetizer. (If the latter, there will be too much sauce.)
John says that it was his mother who inspired his love of cooking and baking at an early age. (She cooked vegetables in boil-able packages.)
I took 12 weeks away from BOLLI (and the rest of my regular life) this spring and traveled all around the United States. If I were writing a detailed book about my journey, it’s working title would be:
America: the Beautiful, the Stolen, the Resourceful, and the Generous
Here is a brief summary of what I gathered from my trip.
This is a great-looking country, and I’m glad I got to see so much of it in person. The 48 contiguous states have land area similar to Europe, Canada, China, Brazil and Australia but, I suspect, more diverse terrain and features than all of them. The mountains, canyons, plains, deserts, lakes, rivers, and coastlines are amazing.
A couple of years ago, I read an op-ed that attributed a large portion of this country’s historically great economic production to two thefts: land from the indigenous peoples and over two centuries of labor from African slaves. I certainly saw much evidence of this in my travels. The latter, from a long list of civil rights sites I visited – in particular, the Underground Railroad Center for Justice in Cincinnati, which laid out in great detail the history of the slave trade in North America, going all the way back to the first group of slaves sold by Portuguese traders in Jamestown Virginia in 1619. The story of European and later United States appropriation of the ancestral lands of our first inhabitants also started in Jamestown. I followed this thread throughout my travels–the French and Indian Wars and conflicting loyalties during the Revolutionary War; the Trail of Tears as native tribes were sent west of the Mississippi once the new United States expanded beyond the Appalachians; the further relocation of most of the tribes to Oklahoma Territory when the Homestead Act made the land in the Great Plains valuable; and finally the discovery of gold in the only remaining sovereign native land (the Black Hills of South Dakota), which led to Little Big Horn, Wounded Knee, Indian reservations, and boarding schools for native children where their culture and language was forbidden.
THE RESOURCEFUL – NATURAL RESOURCES AND GREAT INVENTIVENESS
The land of the United States certainly was blessed with abundant natural resources–salt, coal, iron ore, natural gas, oil, the fertile soil of the Great Plains, abundant forests for timber, gold, silver, copper, uranium, borax, and all kinds of other minerals. And the American people quickly learned how to use all of these to their economic advantage.
A partial list of the great ideas invented or further developed by the ingenious and entrepreneurial minds of our countrymen and women includes:
The steamship, the cotton gin, canals (like the Erie), the railroad, mechanical farming, mining, anesthesia (at Mass General), the telegraph, electricity, the telephone, the phonograph, automobiles, assembly lines, airplanes, radios, radar, nuclear power (for better or worse), television, space exploration (including, of course, that moon landing we’re commemorating this month), and just about everything related to computers, the world wide web, the internet, smart phones, and artificial intelligence.
In the last hundred years, as the most powerful nation on earth, the United States has been generous in supporting democracy around the world. Entering World War I helped end the stalemate on the Western Front. The United States supported Great Britain’s solo stand against Nazi Germany through the Lend-Lease program in 1940-1941 and then, of course, joined World War II after Pearl Harbor, helping to turn the tide in Europe with the D-Day invasion of 75 years ago. Then after the War, the Marshall Plan enabled war-ravaged Europe to rebuild itself, and NATO and the United Nations managed to end the first Cold War.
But I witnessed the benefits of great things that our government has done to improve our lives over our history. Again, here’s a list:
Public education (starting with my two alma maters, Boston Latin School and Harvard), land-grant colleges and universities, the Homestead Act (not so good for native peoples but good for settlers heading west for economic opportunity and independence), the transcontinental railroad, our national parks, canals and dams, and all the building done by the Civilian Conservation Corps as well as the WPA during the New Deal, Social Security and Medicare, the GI Bill for Education and low-cost housing loans after World War II, and the Interstate Highway System.
Individually and collectively, the people and government of the United States of America have done amazing things in the last nearly 250 years. I remain confident that we have many more wonders in our future.
Mark, a native of Boston, worked as an actuary for 35 years and retired in 2017. He immediately joined BOLLI with his wife Rachel and has thrown himself into classes, performing in the theatrical productions, and writing presentations.
It is the morning of my 86th birthday, and I open my eyes to a shower of sunshine. ‘Tis early. No need to rise yet. Sinking still deeper into my pillow, I close my eyes. I’m walking in a forest, down a path awash in light. Ahead of me is a giant oak. It is not until I approach that I notice that it’s bowed crown is draped in unseasonably yellowed leaves. Deep, letter-like gashes mark its trunk R-O-N. I wrap my arms around its bole and feel it pulsing.
Circling the venerable oak are four clusters of pines. At the center of each is a strong regal twosome overlooking less mature pines. Letters are etched into the base of each. I know their names. It is a heartwarming, comforting site, the four clusters jointly surrounding, guarding the elderly oak.
I hug each before I continue, almost skippingly, down the path. A bit further, to my right, stands an arch of trees reminiscent of a Temple. A powerful stream of light flows my way. More tree clusters, all shapes and manner, surround me. I peer more closely, stroking each trunk. Tall and firm stand my friends, a lifetime of playmates, companions, and soulmates.
Suddenly, a clearing appears. A large lake, its translucent water shimmering before me. I peer into its silvery blue surface. From its depth float figures, reaching almost to its surface. My mother rises, her large blue eyes shining, her laughter bubbling up. Beside her, his strong arm about her shoulders, my father waves to me with his free hand. He, too, is laughing. But how can that be? “No, no wait, don’t go,” I cry, my eyes locked to the spot as my parents sink back into the depths. Almost immediately, my dear sister Ellen appears, taken from me too soon, before I had a chance to tell how much I loved her. She , too, now laughs and reaches out to me. I lean forward to take her disappearing hand.
Within a breath, everything disappears. I lose everything–my family, my friends, the forest, the lake, all gone.
I pull myself up from the floor where I lay next to my bed. Unhurt, just a bit achy. Why, why had my mind concocted such a fantasy? What is my subconscious trying to tell me? That surely we would meet again? That there is time to change the things I want to change?
The sound of the phone cuts through my thoughts. Both phones, my cell and land line, calling to me simultaneously.
“Happy Birthday, Mom. We love you.” Repeated again. “Happy Birthday, Mom, we love you.”
All through the day, a bouquet of calls from grandchildren and sons. And I embrace them all.
Before night falls, I drive to my favorite walking spot, Cutler Park, where a forest of trees surrounds a large fresh water lake. I smile. 86, like any age, new beginnings, new ending, choices.
Lois says, “I’ve been blessed with a marriage of 65 years. We raised four boys we are proud of and enjoy the reward of 9 grandchildren. Professionally, I taught public school for 25 years, published an instructional manual to aid teachers in teaching children who are high risk for learning to read, and conducted seminars on the teaching of reading. I have been active in my town of Needham as a Library Trustee and a Town Meeting member for 36 years. And now, I have the joy of being a member of BOLLI!
Here, Larry responds to the Writers Guild prompt, “Just Desserts,” in his own wry way.
by Larry Schwirian
Alfredo and Ambrosia Bacon were a fiftyish couple who fancied themselves food and wine aficionados. They lived in a high-rise condo in an upscale neighborhood in the heart of the city and frequently partied with friends and acquaintances. These gatherings were often an opportunity for all those gathered to share their recent happenings and boast a little about their latest exploits and discoveries. Exaggeration was typically the name of the game, but the Bacons were particularly noted for their hyperbole.
At one such get together, Alfredo was bragging about a dinner that he and Ambrosia had recently enjoyed in a new Japanese restaurant, Shogun, in another part of the city. He described in great detail just how delightfully the food was presented and how the aroma of the Kobe beef delicately tantalized his sense of smell and caused him to drool with intense anticipation. He swore that, after the meal, his taste buds were in such a state of existential bliss that he couldn’t conceive of having dessert even though it was included in the cost of this repast. Likewise, Ambrosia went into excruciating detail about her choice: Secret Garden Maki with salmon tempura and a cream cheese center with avocado…and so on, and so on, and so on… she, too, rejected the idea of having dessert. They both waxed longingly about how well the Sake went with the meal and then bored everyone to tears about what a great bargain it was; less than four-hundred-fifty dollars for a complete meal with wine, not including tax and tip. Alfredo raved that a meal of Kobe beef alone typically costs in excess of three-hundred fifty.
Needless to say, the rest of those gathered were somewhat skeptical of the Bacons’ accounting of this bodacious dinner but particularly about its being such a great deal. Trying to be polite, one of the women asked Alfredo about what other delicacies had been included. The men seemed to be quite interested in the list of desserts and asked Ambrosia how she could possibly have skipped hers. As the guests headed home, there was considerable banter about the tale, particularly about its cost.
Shortly after the gathering, the Sunday newspaper featured a review in the Arts and Leisure Section about the recently opened Shogun Restaurant. The food critic was fairly complimentary about the quality of the food but very skeptical about whether the Kobe steak was really what it was purported to be; very few Japanese restaurants in the United States actually import Kobe beef as it is exceedingly expensive. As, at this particular restaurant, the Kobe beef was priced at less than three hundred dollars, he doubted the claim that this item was genuine. The writer was also of the opinion that although the food was decent, it was terribly over-priced. To those who attended the gathering and read the article, it seemed to them that Alfredo and Ambrosia may well have skipped their after meal sweets but did in fact finally get their…Just Desserts.
Architect Larry and his fellow architect wife Caroline live in an historic preservation home in Newton and, together, lead BOLLI courses on architecture. Larry has been an active participant in and leader of the Writers Guild special interest group as well as serving on the BOLLI Journal staff.
Unfortunately, this is a subject that must be discussed with some frequency, and no matter how conscientious you are, there are still risks. So, my objective here is merely to provide a bit of education.
Can I get infections on both PCs and Macs? Some years ago my son, who had a Mac, said that there were no viruses on Macs. He was partially correct. The bad folks who were writing malware (and that is a VERY BROAD WORD and I will not discuss the subtle differences between different kinds) concentrated on PCs. Why? Because there were more of them, and they were densest in government and large businesses. If ones objective is to cause problems, go after the folks with lots of computers. In recent years, there have been some changes; Apple now holds about 13% of the PC market.
It is very important that you have anti-malware software on your computer. Most computers come with decent packages. With Windows 10, you now have DEFENDER which, when it first came out, was fairly weak. Now it considered to be quite strong. So you might think you’re OK.
In general (there are a few exceptions), you cannot run multiple anti-virus packages simultaneously. They conflict. That means that, if you purchase Norton and install it, Defender will be de-activated. Every year, several organizations rate the packages that are available, and the popular ones are generally quite good. Some vendors provide a free version as well as one you can buy. The free one always has less capability. Stick to the one you purchase.
When a new virus appears, all the vendors work very hard to upgrade their products to address it. But there will always be a lag. One source says “More than 317 million new pieces of malware — computer viruses or other malicious software — were created last year.” Many are very similar and can be addressed in bulk, but take my word for it that there are a lot out there. You want to deal with a large company with sufficient staff to address this.
Some bad actors address bugs in software. When vendors are made aware of such a problem, they fix it and put out a new release. This can take some time. My rule of thumb is to keep all my software, not just the operating system, as up-to-date as possible. Many products, when they are installed, give you the option to automatically download new releases when they become available. Some pros disagree with this because sometimes new releases have new holes. But unless you plan to keep up with all this, just keep your software up to date. Think of this as closing your door each time you are told it is open.
There are a number of other products that are useful to run periodically because they provide some other protections. I’ll address them another time.
When you get an email from an unknown source beware. Every email system is different, but usually on the top line it will show the email address from which it was sent. Today, I received one from firstname.lastname@example.org. I happen to know that Goldstar is a company from which I buy discount tickets, so I opened the URLs that were referenced. But if it had come from “goldstam.com” I hopefully would have noticed the typo and just deleted the message. Recently, I got an email that looked like it came from Fidelity. The address was something like email@example.com. I know that if Fidelity is sending me an email that the name after the “@” sign will be Fidelity, and it would not be coming from Comcast. Thus, I deduced that this message was bogus. The message said that I had an account problem and it wanted me to click on a url to verify some data. I didn’t. I just discarded the email. Occasionally, I have gotten a note that looked suspicious, and I called up the company at a number I knew was good (not the one they supplied on their message) to find out if the note (paper or email) was legit. Recently, I received something from one of my credit card companies that looked funny. I called the number on the back of my credit card and to my surprise found that the document I received was legitimate. But I’m glad I did the extra checking.
Bottom line: be wary.
A long-time technology expert and guide, John provides his helpful hints in this monthly BOLLI Matters feature. In the comment box below, provide John with questions, comments, or suggestions future tech items to cover.
During four years of medical school, I saw classmates faint three times. They went down so suddenly and unexpectedly that I was certain they had tripped on something. But no, there had been nothing near them to trip on.
My most vivid memory of such a swoon dates back to our first year, indeed our first encounter with a patient. And to the everlasting embarassment of Shirley Dalling, the swoonee, the entire class was witness to her fall. Shirley, one of the 11 women in our class of 120, was on center stage that afternoon.
The setting was one of those large steeply banked amphitheaters with about 10 rows of eager students waiting to meet a real patient. Presiding over the encounter was the legendary Dr. Yale Kneeland, Jr., tall in his long white coat and exuding the great charm that typified his privileged nature. His first name said it all.
He greeted us with a few condescending words. Then, in his unmistakable baritone, he boomed, “Please wheel in our patient.”
Doors slid behind the floor of the amphitheater and an attendant pushed in a gurney. Lying flat on it was a man, perhaps in his fifties, with one noteworthy feature – a greatly protruding belly easily perceived through the sheet that draped it.
“This is Mr. O’Brien, colleagues,” said Dr. Kneeland before turning to Mr. O’Brien to add, “This is a rather large group of young doctors.”
He went on. “Now I would like to have a volunteer to come up and examine
Mr. O’Brien. How about you?” he demanded of Shirley who was sitting quietly in the first row, not daring to raise her hand.
He brought her to the side of the gurney and then introduced her to the patient in his usual mellifluous style.
“Now, my young friends, because of his liver problem Mr.O’Brien has accumulated a very large amount of fluid in his abdomen.” He removed the sheet. “By palpating his abdomen, you can actually feel the fluid, like jelly being pushed around inside.
Miss Dalling, would you be good enough to push on Mr. O’Brien’s belly?”
Shirley did so…and immediately dropped to the floor, a sack of jelly herself.
End of demonstration.
Kneeland knew exactly what to do. Totally poised and in a clear voice, he asked that the patient be wheeled out through the doors behind them.
I remember Mr. O’Brien’s words as he slipped through the doors.
“How’s the young doctor?”
Since joining BOLLI a few years ago, after a long career in medicine, Steve has been exploring his artistic side. He has been active in both the Writers Guild and CAST (Creativity in Acting, Storytelling, and Theatre) as well as the Book Group and more!
Two old friends sit in the sun, serenaded by bumblebees, chatting about their plans for the summer. He thinks she should travel more. She thinks he needs a puppy. They don’t look too far ahead. They resolutely refuse to look at the rear view mirror.
They met in seventh grade, assigned by virtue of their IQ sores to the top academic group.
Within days, they were friends, oddballs clinging together in a sea of conformity. For Halloween, they recruited two others and went Trick or Treating as the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. She draped their sheets over cold weather gear. He did the makeup.
They sat on the stage during high school graduation. He was the salutatorian, and she was the class poet. They hugged goodbye and moved on to different parts of the country. He didn’t come home for vacations, and they eventually stopped keeping in touch.
A few weeks before she moved to Washington to start her first professional job, she dropped by Brandeis to visit a friend on campus. She heard a familiar voice call her name. There he was, moving swiftly toward her, his full-length blue cape billowing in the wind. They chatted for a few minutes in the cold. He was starting grad school and promised to come to Washington to visit. He never did.
He became a professional opera singer, much in demand for his counter tenor skills. She became a librarian, a wife, and a mother. She was much in demand, crisscrossing the country inspiring teens to read.
His voice began to strain, and he moved on to train managers for a financial company, traveling the world and living out of suitcases. Her marriage failed, and she came back to her childhood home to start over.
They found each other at a high school reunion. They left the festivities early and spent the rest of the night catching up over coffee and cookies. He was preparing to leave his lucrative job to become a minister. He was in love. She was working two jobs and raising children. They promised not to lose touch. This time, they kept the promise.
She went to his ordination. He provided comfort at her father’s funeral. He was diagnosed as HIV positive. She battled breast cancer. They both survived blood clots. They send funny notes to each other. They meet three or four times a year, for coffee and conversation.
Two old friends sit in the sun. The skyline of the city they love twinkles with light. He baked a lemon coffee cake, and she brought fresh berries. A perfect combination–like their friendship.
Donna is a teacher/librarian, writer of unpublished romance novels, sometime director of community theater, and BOLLI member. She has two fantastic faux knees which set off the metal detectors at Fenway Park.
In 2004, during the long wait for the publication of A Feast for Crows, the fourth book in his A Song of Ice and Fire saga, I sent George R. R. Martin the following email:
“I don’t mean to press you, but I am now over 60 years old, and if you take as long as Tolkien did, I am afraid I will not be here to read the end of your epic. Then I will die unfulfilled. I intend to be more disciplined in my efforts to write my first novel this year. Please make an old guy happy and try to do the same. If you can wrap things up by September 15, you won’t have to experience any guilt while watching the 2004-2005 NFL season.”
Much to my surprise, George responded promptly as follows:
“Ah, sixty isn’t that old anymore. Why don’t you just live to be a hundred? Then you can not only finish Ice and Fire but read all the books I’m planning to write afterward. Me, I’m a Giants and Jets fan, and I refuse to die until I’ve seen a subway Super Bowl. Many thanks for the email, and your kind and encouraging words.”
I read A Game of Thrones, the first book in the Song of Ice and Fire saga, when it was published in 1996. Martin intended for the saga to consist of six books which would tell a sweeping tale of the political and military contest for the control of Westros followed by the final confrontation between the human armies of Westros and the inhuman hordes from the north. The story is told in the third person, alternating among the limited points of view of numerous major characters. The scene and point of view change with each chapter. The first book has eight major characters and 674 pages. The second book, A Clash of Kings, published in 1999, has two more major characters and 728 pages. The third book, A Storm of Swords, followed quickly in 2000; this one has another two characters and 924 pages. At this point, though, progress seemed to stall. By 2004, when I sent my email, it was rumored that the draft of the fourth book, A Feast for Crows, contained eighteen major characters and an additional twenty chapters involving minor characters or single events. The draft exceeded twelve hundred pages, was still growing, and was nowhere near completion.
Succumbing to the pressure of my email, as well as pressure from other fans as well as his publisher, Martin decided to release his planned fourth book in two parts, each containing a separate set of story lines taking place simultaneously. This enabled Martin to publish A Feast for Crows in 2005. It contains sixteen major story lines, seven minor character chapters, and 684 pages.
I waited patiently for another two years for the second half of the fourth book, A Dance for Dragons, and in August 2007, I sent another email:
“The last time I dropped you a note, I was 60 years old and worried that I wouldn’t live to read the end of the saga. Now I am almost 64. So, nu?”
This time George’s response was less chatty:
“You really need to stop all this aging. Hey, I’m not that far behind you—58, going on 59.”
Shortly after this response, George made it clear on his website that further inquiries from fans about his writing progress would go straight to trash. He would notify the world when the book was actually released for sale. So, I quit asking.
His fifth volume, A Dance with Dragons, finally appeared in 2011. The book has more than twenty major characters, another twenty minor character chapters, and 959 pages.
George originally contemplated six books. But as the number of characters and stories expanded, each book did also. With the publication of A Dance with Dragons in 2011, he has completed four of the originally contemplated six books. That would mean at least two more books will be necessary. But at the rate each sequential volume expands, it is not unreasonable to expect that it may take three or four more volumes to finish the tale. We have been waiting eight years to read Winds of Winter, with no publication date yet announced.
Meanwhile, the HBO adaption of the saga has moved way past that of the completed books and is about to begin its final season. The HBO story differs significantly from that contained in the completed books, and unless George is planning to conform his remaining books to the TV series, which is unlikely, we can expect the divergence to increase. With the tremendous TV audience and publicity, the HBO version of Game of Thrones has effectively replaced George Martin’s original vision with the great majority of his fans. The HBO series is an epic undertaking in its own right, visually impressive and powerful, but it is, nevertheless, an abridged, altered, and diluted version of the story he provides in the books. At the current rate of progress, I will be nearing the century mark before the literary saga is complete.
And now, George has betrayed my trust. Instead of making progress on the long overdue A Song of Ice and Fire saga, he has recently been devoting his time to writing a 600-page first volume of Fire and Blood, a two part “prequel” describing the history of the Targaryan kings of Westeros. His unfinished 23-year-old epic seems to have been cast aside. If Tolkien had abandoned Lord of the Rings after The Two Towers, two thirds of the way through his story, he would have been vilified instead of revered.
Is this how George R. R. Martin wants to be remembered by his oldest and most ardent fans?
P.S. Incidentally, I feel obligated to disclose that I have not yet written the memoir that I mentioned to George in my 2004 email. I’m still working on it. If George is correct, I still have plenty of time.
Dennis spent five years as an engineer and then forty as a lawyer–and sixty as a pop culture geek and junkie. He saw “The Day the Earth Stood Still” in 1951 when he was seven and has been hooked on speculative fiction ever since.
Yes, it’s that time again, BOLLI friends – sunscreen! Good sunscreen of the right strength prescribed by your doctor. If you have been leaving it off your daily ablutions during the winter months, now is the time to check the dates on the bottles or cans in your bathroom cabinet, car, and purse. You should have one available at all times, especially when traveling with grandkids!
Feel the Burn? That’s Called Skin Cancer.
Yup, the sunshine warming your face as you drive down the Turnpike is full of ultraviolet radiation which causes serious damage to your skin, even if you aren’t blonde. Until a dozen years ago, medical experts did not differentiate between Ultraviolet A and Ultraviolet B, but we now know that UVB is blocked by the glass and windshield in your car and that the persistent UVA is responsible for over 90% of skin cancers in America. “The increase in left-sided skin cancers may be from the UV exposure we get when driving a car. It is likely that the older women in our study were primarily passengers rather than drivers, and therefore did not show a [significant] left-sided predominance,” explained Dr. Butler, of the California Skin Institute in San Mateo. Over 70% of all melanomas in situ (non-invasive, early detection that have not spread to lymph nodes and other organs) are found on the left side of your face and neck. And yes, there is such a thing as Stage zero Melanoma.
Don’t Let Cancer Get Under Your Skin.
According to the American Cancer Society, approximately 96,500 new melanomas will be diagnosed in 2019, and as many as 7,230 people are expected to die of melanoma this year.
Cancer. It’ll Grow on You.
Our own “Renaissance Woman,” Lydia has done everything from teaching English to doing volunteer emergency service. She says she “hails from Woosta– educated at BOLLI.”
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