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Right now I’m watching part two of the Billy Joel documentary “And So It Goes.” The first part was great and this may be even better. But I had to stop for a minute. He’s talking about his successful grandfather’s life as a non-practicing Jew in Hitler Germany. Apparently the “non-practicing” part had no effect on the degree to which he was discriminated. Not only was he forced to give up his textile business, but he also managed to quietly leave the country, and barely avoided the concentration camps.
I had to hit the pause button. Why? Not just to absorb the story, but to once again wonder – why are nearly half the “good people” of the United States not making the connection between the parallel of where our country is right now, at this moment and Nazi Germany? Why are they not seeing it? I don’t understand. Avoiding cognitive dissonance? Too much social media? Fear? Bingo. I think that last one may have taken hold of more people “in the middle” than they’d like to admit.
And then there’s the thought that keeps me up at night: What should I do? What is my specific role right now?
So far, all I’ve managed to do is figure out what ISN’T my role. Everyone plays a different part, but I know that my part is NOT to:
- Rail on about things on social media
- Take a stand that radically pushes us farther apart
Beyond that?
I simply don’t know.
I’ve considered boycotting all the @$$hole businesses who have put greed above what’s right (networks, Amazon, social media empires, and so many more) but I don’t believe there could ever be enough numbers to even make a whiff of a difference.
I think the No Kings movement has potential. Not for our totally broken government, but for the big bucks industry folks to realize, “Wait. These are our consumers. Hmmmm.” Thus far I haven’t participated, due to hobbling around with a cane and very new knee the first time, and being committed to a district Rotary event this past Saturday.
Rotary. Now that’s a small part of what I CAN do. A service organization that does not take a stand on religion or politics is a great way to bring some good into the world. However, that alone is not enough.
Another route I’ve taken (and should put more energy into it) is focusing on politics on a more local level. I think individuals might have more impact on smaller races. And btw, although more often than not the candidates I vote for are Democrats, I also vote for Republicans who are moderate, supportive of human rights and (these days) not beholden to the current administration.
Those are nice little things, but still not enough.
Here’s my dilemma:
What I WANT to be is a little part of the mechanism that finds some bridges to help bring us together. And by “us” I mean the big middle. Yes, I am somewhat left of center. Yes, I could be considered a liberal. But that’s just me. Think of “the middle” as a broad width of moderates on both sides of an imaginary line. And THAT’s who I would like to bring together. Those on the far right and far left – I leave you for someone else to figure out.
I don’t know. I…just…don’t…know.
It would be so easy to just shake my head and then bury it in the sand. But I can’t.
So … I toss it out to the five people who read my blog (humor). Open to suggestions. Feel free to comment here or contact me privately. Thanks for listening. (Okay, reading but you know what I mean)
And watch the Billy Joel doc on HBO. It’s worth it. [Marti un-pauses it now]

Disco had its Moments…
Posted on: April 29, 2025
Like it or not, “Disco” was an experience shared by many of us in the late 70s, early 80s. Some of the songs were great (Donna Summer, Thelma Houston) and some were ridiculous (I’m looking at you, Disco Duck). But my favorite part was a phenomenon that happened in every disco, in every state. Picture this:
The Club is busy. People are drinking, laughing, talking. Some are dancing, others just watching it all. Then the sound system plays the recognizable keyboard run, following by Gloria Gaynor talk/singing “At first I was afraid, I was petrified, thinking I could never live without you by my side” while the percussion comes in with that heavy disco beat until Gloria begins really belting out I Will Survive. And by that time, the dance floor is full – of WOMEN! Oh, there’d be a few intrepid males dancing but mostly – I think we scared them. We danced, stomped, sang along with Gloria with focused determination – “Go on and go, turn around now and walk out that door, you’re not welcome anymore”- exorcising every break up, heartbreak or bad date to the best of our ability – for the whole 4 minutes and 56 seconds. Then we went back to our seats. Tired and happy. For years I thought of this as a rite of passage, frozen in the disco era.
So why am I writing about this now? Is something going on in my life that’s relevant? Nope. It’s because a thing just happened: A couple of hours ago, while queued up at Moo Moo Car Wash, I was listening to my Spotify playlist titled “Here Me Roar” and just as I was passing through the gate, I Will Survive came on my radio. Of course I cranked it to 11 and even though my windows were closed, I imagine most of Franklin County could hear it. As I pull up the the wash, a late 20s employee was waving her arms, directing my tires into the track. But then I realized she was also kind of swaying her body back and forth. Odd? Oh wait, she was upper body dancing to Gloria! So I grinned and did the same from inside my car and she grinned back. About then the office person, a 50ish woman, walked by and starting singing “I’ve got my life to live and all my love to give, I will survive, I will survive!” So for about half a minute, all three of us were boogeying along with Ms. Gaynor. It was the most fun thirty seconds of my day.
I guess some things are timeless…

A Big Question for You
Posted on: November 3, 2021
So here’s the thing …
Awhile back I decided to write story based on a recently retired person, and a friend suggested a senior citizen with superpowers. Now I think he was just being funny, but the damn idea lodged itself in my brain and now I have a whole scenario in mind. And since I don’t care about being published, etc. I decided my only goal is to amuse myself and a few of you clowns.
One of most laborious parts of writing (or pre-writing) is character development. Whether or not the writer uses the information or not, he/she must absolutely and intimately know EVERYTHING about their protagonist. Being the lazy person that I am, I’ve decided to simply make the protagonist … ME. That way I already know the character!
Taking my Easy Button way of doing things even farther, I decided to write it in First Person – like I’m just telling you this thing happened. I like easy. A lot.
Of course, I don’t really have super powers and my life/self is not exciting enough for madcap fiction, so I have to invent bigger than life mindsets, events, foibles, etc. right? So far, all good.
But recently an event in my real life imitated a situation in my fake life and it occurred to me …
WHAT IF PEOPLE WHO KNOW ME THINK I’M ACTUALLY DOING SOME OF THE SHIT I MAKE UP FOR THE STORY???!!! Not the superpowers – that would be fun for me to have you think THAT. I mean the events, etc.
So that’s my somewhat paranoid concern. Writers and readers among you – what do you think? Am I going to regret going down this road???
I’m kind of laughing at this, but not entirely. Like: ha ha ha wait.
Talk to me, gang. Here, or wherever you see this.
xoxo,
Marti
