Tuesday, September 17, 2024

Musings on ethnic identity, personal destiny, and animal rights




Hispanic Heritage Month is a rare national observance spanning 2 months, from Sept. 15 to Oct. 15. Hispanics are the largest self-identified ethnic group in the US, categorized largely by country of origin or native language, though by the second generation, those factors matter less. Hispanics may be of any race. The total number Hispanics or Latinos is estimated to be almost 63 million, or 19% of the overall US population. 

Using traditional racial categories and ignoring any overlaps, African Americans are considered second in US minority numbers coming in at 41 million or 14%, while Asians number an estimated 20 million or 7%. Of course, all such totals presume that ethnic identity is important and can be defined, something that requires general agreement on the categories. Many Americans identify with more than one race or ethnicity, making their categorization uncertain. 

Among those possibly falling into more than one category are my own children and grandchildren. I was married to a man of Korean descent for 24 years and my children are mixed. And what about my granddaughter with a white/Asian mother and a black father? What is her ethnicity? She just shrugs when asked how she identifies, saying "as a human being." Are we moving toward a colorblind society? I feel I've already done my part. 

My granddaughter lives in Florida with her son in the same rental complex as her mother.


                    Granddaughter Natasha tries to visit here often as her father lives in this area. 

          Here I am with my great-grandson, when he came to Washington, DC, with his mother for a visit.

Those Americans considered white or Caucasian are still the largest ethnic group, 235 million, out of some 341 million. That total makes the US the world's 3rd most populous country after India and China. 

Of the nearly 63 million current US residents considered Hispanic, most were actually born in this country. They include some 6 million living in Los Angeles and another 5 million in New York City, comprising the nation's 2 largest enclaves. The Hispanic proportion of US total population, as it is currently defined, has grown from just 7% in 1980 to 14% today.

Stories and songs popular throughout our nation's history have highlighted themes of race or ethnicity, including Uncle Tom's Cabin, Old Man River, Porgy & Bess, The Color Purple, Raisin in the Sun, Who's Coming to Dinner, Like Water for Chocolate, In the Hood, and In the Heights. Many of these are dramas that I have actually seen on stage or screen. 

I myself am technically part of our nation's Caucasian cohort, even though I speak Spanish and have lived for a number of years in Latin America. If given a choice, I might actually prefer to identify as Hispanic.

My son Jon, a longtime US citizen, actually is Hispanic, born in Colombia. It took considerable effort and expense to adopt and bring him here as a baby. Influenced by his fellow West Virginians, he is no longer supportive of immigration; in fact, he even advocates closing the border. A number of US-based Hispanics seem to say, "I am here now, so let's just close those gates,"

My son and I, despite our political differences, celebrated our joint birthdays together last March at his workplace in Berkeley Springs, W Va.


While immigrants can help make up for population declines in rural communities like Berkeley 
Springs and other small towns, their introduction there does require thoughtful management. And if Americans continue to fall short on producing babies, they simply need to welcome more immigrants, 
not only to keep our population steady, but to prevent an inverted age pyramid from ending up top-heavy with elders like myself. 

Cincinnati Enquirer, Ohio to provide health care, traffic safety for Springfield amid Haitian migrant influx

Politifact has debunked claims, apparently initiated on Facebook, that Haitian immigrants sent to Springfield, a small Ohio town, to boost its shrinking population, were wantonly killing 
and eating local dogs and cats. “In Springfield, they’re eating the dogs. ...The people that came in, they’re eating the cats,” Donald Trump declared during a primetime debate. Gov. Mike De Wine 
had to intervene to help the town better accommodate the new Haitian arrivals, while also dampening any rumors about pet eating. Meanwhile, Mr. Trump has doubled down on his pet-eating claims and also declared plans to visit Springfield, with officials and residents there hoping he changes his mind.

Meanwhile, this link reveals an irony

An Ohio woman (with no Haitian or immigration connections) accused of eating a cat has reportedly pleaded not guilty by reason of insanity. 

If pets are actually replacing children, as may happen in some cases, they must never be eaten! 

On the subject of food, especially of meat, I myself avoid consuming the flesh of any animal with 4 legs and even hesitate eating any with 2, such as chickens. But I don't have the same empathy for mollusks and fish. 

This comfy animal carrier 
is made to appeal to the "parents" of 4-legged pets. 
Pet car seats are also available. 











CNN, Harris and Trump shake hands at New York 9/11 remembrance ceremony on 23rd 
anniversary of attacks

While it's only a symbolic gesture, better a 
handshake than nothing. In the recent 
Trump/Harris debate, Trump was his usual 
impulsive, non-sequitur self, though somewhat 
more restrained than usual because of the debate 
format. 

 




Time, Trump Faces Another Assassination Attempt: What to Know

Mr. Trump made news once again not because of his debate performance or pet-eating claims, 
rather due to still another averted assassination attempt while out playing golf in Florida. 
Thanks to an alert secret service agent and several witnesses, the would-attacker's efforts were 
duly thwarted and he was soon arrested.

As already said, I don't plan to vote for president this time, not even for Harris, as the US has not 
taken effective steps to reign in Israel's wanton killings of civilians in Gaza, including recently 
of a US citizen. A ceasefire is long overdue. 

At the same time, I grant that the US had been responsible for far too many civilian 
deaths in Europe and Japan during World War II, something that forever tarnished President 
Truman's legacy in my view. 

At the risk of sounding redundant on these pages, I still have never understood why so many 
Americans consider it OK, even the expression of a laudable "human right," to be able to kill 
outright--to completely obliterate and snuff out the very existence of --a helpless fetus just 
starting out life in the womb, the only way all we humans have begun. Abortion is being 
repeatedly dubbed a "human right," but as a mother myself, I have not seen any justification for 
abortion that actually makes sense to me on either an emotional or intellectual level. 
It's not enough to say that a woman simply doesn't want a baby, even though she has engaged in 
unprotected heterosexual relations, knowing full well that a pregnancy might then ensue. In fact, 
the main purpose of sexual pleasure is simply to enable procreation. In my opinion, a unique human
being, whose gender and other attributes are already determined at conception deserves the same 
opportunity as all the rest of us to go on living, even though that might inconvenience someone else. 

Reuters, Study shows how a woman's brain reorganizes during pregnancy
If a surprise pregnancy then continues, the expectant mother's attitude may change. Even when a 
pregnancy is unwelcome at first, the woman usually adapts to that new reality and often comes to 
cherish her child. I'd often witnessed that in the era before Roe. Most human pregnancies actually 
are unplanned and, like many life experiences, are unexpected. Probably very few of us were ever
deliberately conceived. 
Remember the pregnant Texas teen, mentioned before on these pages, who, after being thwarted 
by an abortion ban, went on to marry the father of her twin daughters? Probably that couple are still 
raising their daughters together, facing the usual joys and problems of any family. There was also the 
14-year-old girl adopted by a generous neighbor who helped that young mother care for her surprise 
newborn triplets. The birth of triplets would certainly present a challenge to any parent. Still, those 
unexpected births brought out the best in all concerned, resulting in producing living children, loved 
and cared for even though not intentionally conceived. 
To follow along on the thread of this subject, even convicted murderers should not be put to death 
in my opinion. 
The pressures on and expectations of modern day parents to raise heathy, happy offspring,  
while also excelling on a paid job, certainly make the task of parenting more fraught than in the old 
days when having children in a sexual relationship was simply expected and almost universal. 

CBS News, Why many millennials and Gen Z adults don't want kids: It's too costly


Children place many financial and other demands on their parents  However, only in my lifetime 
has not having kids become a realistic option for most sexually active heterosexual adults. Many now
choose to exercise that option by never becoming parents at all. The result has been a worldwide 
baby bust. 
Scandinavian countries have had some limited success lately in enticing couples to have kids by
offering generous parental leave and subsidies. 

Vice President Kamala Harris's own economic plans include a proposal to provide a $6,000 tax credit 
for parents of newborns and to bring back the pandemic-era expanded Child Tax Credit. Then if young 
women and couples also start seeing more of their peers actually having children, that may persuade 
some to do the same. People typically both follow and contribute to social trends.
But 2 kids per family is likely to remain the maximum, as most modern couples consider that having a 
second child fulfills their duty toward a first child, while also not saddling them with excessive 
childcare costs when a mother goes back to work. Look around you, as I have; I am not seeing any 
young couples with more than 2 kids.

Of course babies don't stay babies for long. They go through successive life stages, some interesting 
and fun, some more challenging, then grow up to become adults who go on have their own 
families, while assisting and providing care and companionship for their own elderly parents in turn
Producing and raising children is an integral part of a continuous chain extending from the 
dawn of  human history on into the future. Obviously, without any babies, humankind ceases to exist
and our species becomes extinct.

Marriage rates and child bearing have especially cratered in China, Japan, and South Korea where
women, even more than men, seem to cherish the freedoms of a single life. 
Axios, Pope Francis says both Trump and Harris are "against life"


According to the pontiff:

A society with a greedy generation, that doesn’t want to surround itself with children, that considers them above all worrisome, a weight, a risk, is a depressed society … The choice not to have children is selfish. Life rejuvenates and acquires energy when it multiplies: it is enriched, not impoverished.  

Pope Francis is merely echoing scripture. He cites Psalm 127, describing children as "a heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is His reward." In Genesis, God tells Adam, "Be fruitful and multiply, and replenish the earth…"


Hudson Institute, Religion in the Crossfire between Russia and Ukraine


President Biden may indeed be "outraged" that an American citizen was killed by Israeli forces, but 
the US still has not halted the financial pipeline to Israel enabling such killings.  


Now Israeli forces have even killed an American. How long is our government going to give Israel the 
benefit of the doubt and to continue funding that country's war? 

Reuters, US says initial probe into US citizen's killing does not exonerate Israel

                                                         She recently graduated from a US university.

Now I'd like to mention a fellow blogger, Jose Azel, someone about 10 years my junior. I believe we once met at an event in Miami years ago. He left Cuba in 1961 at age 13, in Operation Pedro Pan, dubbed the largest unaccompanied child refugee movement in the history of the Western Hemisphere. 
In his blog, the Azel Perspective, he now comments:

The membership of the 115th Congress reveals a profile unrepresentative of the population. For example, whereas the median age of the U.S. population is 38.1 years old, the average age of Members of the House is 57.8 years and of Senators 61.8 years. Of the 541 congressmen and women, 40 % are lawyers, compared with one percent of lawyers in the U.S. population. African Americans represent 12.1 % the U.S. population, but only one percent of Congress is African American. And, only 21 % of our Congressional Representatives are women.

Our Congressional Representatives are also better educated, putatively more religious, and wealthier than we are. All Senators and 94.1 % of House Members hold a four-year college degree, compared with 37 % of the U.S. population. And, 22.8 % of the American population is religiously unaffiliated yet, 98 % of Congress is affiliated with a specific religion. When it comes to wealth, 7.4 % of U.S. households have a net worth above $1 million, but nearly 40 % of our representatives are millionaires.

For better or worse, our electoral system does not produce a government populated by individuals who are genuinely representative of society at large. 

Checking now on my own virtual connections, I've found LinkedIn reporting that I have some 700 blog followers, a modest, manageable number, happy to have them on aboard, with some in fairly regular communication. I really feel no need for my blog to go viral. But many thanks to all who have stuck with me over the years. (Please excuse font and other editing oddities that resist all my efforts at correction.)

This blog and its predecessor have actually existed since early 2009, so sometimes I just go back to reread key portions to confirm or amplify my memories. After my more than 8 decades living here on earth, sometimes my memory needs jogging, especially after I survived a fairly serious bout of Covid earlier this year. My recovery now seems to be stalled. So probably no further improvements 
in either cognition or physical abilities can realistically be expected. I'm glad to have gone to Honduras when I did, perhaps just in time. 

This colorful image on display at East City Art, a local arts venue, is also featured on its website. 

Now I see some of my back porch houseplants growing at an unruly rate.
My biologist daughter can advise me on trimming them when she visits next month.
 

After I clicked recently on the Washington Post 
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Tuesday, September 10, 2024

Pets, kids, grandkids, friends, neighbors--we are all defined by our connections

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I recently made blog postings only 2 days apart because portions of the latest one kept disappearing. Now I'm starting over, hoping that won't happen again. 

Didn't I mention on a previous posting that pets have replaced kids for some folks? In an exchange with a neighbor on the subject, she sent me this link to a Versace dog bed: 

THE MOST SUMPTUOUS, OR PRICIEST DOG BED, DESIGNER OR NOT….

https://www.google.com/search?q=versace+dog+bed&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&hl=en-us&client=safari


There is also a pet-specific waterproof and urine proof pad available. 

https://www.wayfair.com/pet/pdp/archie-oscar-pet-specific-pvc-waterproof-and-urine-proof-pad-dog-fence-pad-w111555425.html
                            Another doggy bed seen below, looks more like a crib for a human child. 



A neighbor has warned me about telephone scams asking for money. Yes, a while ago, I got a call from someone sounding like a young man, saying he was my grandson now in some sort of trouble, so needed  $100 right away. When I asked his name, he said, "Grandma, you know my name." I said, "yes, but tell me what it is," so he then hung up.

I sent following message to my neighbors who recently retired and are spending much of their early retirement years traveling to destinations both at home and abroad. They plan to leave soon for San Diego. 

I said, 
Your trip to San Diego surely must include the wonderful zoo there. 
I added, 
Back when I was a 16-year-old college freshman in southern California many years ago, a group of us decided to drive down to Tijuana. This would have been in 1954, maybe before you folks were even born. In our group was a Palestinian student. We had a good time on the Mexican side, with me acting as interpreter as needed. But when we were ready to cross back, we suddenly realized our Palestinian friend's visa did not allow him to leave the US, so when we tried to go back, the US authorities at the crossing would not let him through. We parked on the Mexican side discussing what to do next, with the Palestinian student afraid we might leave him there. Finally, at about 3 am when no other vehicles were passing through (that would never happen now), we approached the gate again and were just waved through, thank goodness! We never tried going back to Tijuana again with our friend.

Go while you are still active enough to get the most out of your trip; that is my advice as a veteran traveler myself.  Of course, I just spent most of June in Honduras at age 86 myself, but was challenged on that trip by never having mastered a cell phone. Fortunately, I am bilingual in Spanish and familiar with the country. Here is a short report I wrote for a printed newsletter called Amigos de Honduras for former Honduras Peace Corps volunteers.

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On July 1, I returned from almost a month-long trip to Honduras, a key country in my life ever since early childhood.

I first visited Honduras with my family in 1940 when I was only 2, going by horseback to Copán where my dad was doing archeological work at the Mayan ruins there. Then in 2000, I felt lucky when the Peace Corps sent me to Honduras as a health volunteer at age 62--considerably older than other recruits. Since I already knew Spanish, while fellow volunteers were in language classes, I explored the area on my own. Not only did I stay in the Peace Corps for an extended term of 3 ½ years, but I’ve returned there annually ever since, always bringing a new wheelchair to donate, also volunteering as an interpreter for US-based medical brigades.

Just now in June, at age 86, I traveled to Honduras once again, going there without a cell phone, as I’ve never learned to use one. After we had landed at the Palmerola Airport outside the capital, Tegucigalpa, the Honduran friend promising to meet me there was nowhere to be found. Later, it turned out that he’d gotten the date wrong. So I spent 2 days at a nearby hotel figuring out an itinerary, sitting with my feet up on the bed while a broken pipe spewed water all over the floor of my room. Although there was a phone in the room, calls only came in at the front desk, which then called the room, obliging me to walk downstairs to answer them (no elevator). So, I became friends with the desk clerk, an attractive woman of 30 who lived with her elderly father. She expected to be alone after he died, as she had no siblings and would never marry, since Honduran men her age were already partnered. Men in Honduras are in short supply, as so many go north and others die early in accidents or violence.

Since there was no food service at the hotel except for breakfast, I decided to order something for the staff and myself from a nearby Chinese restaurant, but the armed guard at the front door prevented me from going outside, warning it was too dangerous. Instead, I gave him money (in US dollars) to get food for us all.

Then my friend suddenly showed up, apologizing profusely. After that, it was smooth sailing, thanks to a young man I paid in US dollars to transport me everywhere, as he needed dollars for an upcoming visit to Miami. He even helped deliver the new wheelchair brought with me to the health center in El Triunfo, my first Peace Corps site of years ago. I also attended a graduation ceremony for a 6 -year-old at a bilingual school, though he failed to respond whenever I spoke to him in English.

On this visit, I did not make it to La Esperanza, the mountain town where I’d extended my original Peace Corps term after starting out in the south more than 20 years before. But I did connect with folks there via a video call. Triunfo and Esperanza translate as Triumph and Hope, hence the title of my Peace Corps book, Triumph & Hope, Golden Years with the Peace Corps in Honduras. I wrote another a book about my several Cuba missions, Confessions of a Secret Latina: How I Fell Out of Love with Castro & in Love with the Cuban People. (Both books are available in print from Amazon, as well as on Kindle and Nook.)

I’ve been able to visit some 39 countries, nearly all on medical or human rights missions, many only since my late ex-husband left our family. So while his departure was a shock, it also allowed me to revive my dormant Latin American side. Thanks to my Spanish fluency and familiarity with the region, I've served as an election monitor and voting rights observer in Nicaragua, Haiti, Cuba, and the Dominican Republic. For more than 50 years, I was also the volunteer Coordinator for the Caribbean for Amnesty International. A former social worker and juvenile probation officer back in California, I then worked for more than 16 years at the American Occupational Therapy Association in Bethesda, Md. before joining the Peace Corps.

I’ve endured many tragedies in my personal life, including the untimely deaths of both my oldest son and a Cuban foster son. When my late ex-husband, who was totally blind and to whose considerable success I had once devoted all my energies, decided to leave after 24 years of marriage to wed his young office assistant, I was forced to fend for myself and our children and even had to fight for child support. My ex spoke with me only once after his sudden departure, making a surprise phone call to me after some of my articles on Cuba had appeared in the local press. Years later, his widow seemed shocked to see me at his funeral, as I had not been invited nor was my name even mentioned in his obituary.

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Attached are some photos to choose from, including this time one of Oliver, the young bilingual school student.


Report Post-electoral and Human Rights Crisis 2024 in Venezuela CADAL shares the joint documentation effort, by different NGOs in that country, which due to the intense situation of repression within the country is disclosed under the generic name of «Derechos Humanos de Venezuela en Movimiento».

On July 1, I returned from almost a month-long trip to Honduras, a key country in my life ever since early childhood. I’d first visited Honduras with my family in 1940 when I was only 2, entering Copán by horseback where my dad was doing archeological work at the Mayan ruins. In 2000, I glad to be back there once again when the Peace Corps sent me to Honduras as a health volunteer at 62, an age considerably older than that of other recruits. I needed a change of scene after the untimely deaths of my older son Andrew and my Cuban foster Alex in successive years. I already knew Spanish, so while fellow Peace Corps volunteers took Spanish classes, I explored the surrounding towns on my own. Not only did I stay in the Peace Corps for an extended term of 3 ½ years, but I’ve returned there yearly ever since, always bringing a new wheelchair to donate, and volunteering as an interpreter for US-based medical brigades.

Just now, at age 86, I took a chance to travel to Honduras once again without a cell phone, as I've never mastered the use of one. After I’d landed at the Palmerola Airport outside the capital, Tegucigalpa, a Honduran friend promising to meet there me was nowhere to be found. Later, it turned out that he’d gotten the dates mixed up. So I spent 2 days at a nearby hotel sitting with my feet up on the bed while a broken water pipe spewed water all over the floor of my room. After I’d mapped out an itinerary, my friend suddenly showed up, apologizing profusely. After that, it was smooth sailing, thanks to a young man I paid in US dollars to transport me around, as he needed dollars for an upcoming visit to Miami. He even helped me deliver the new wheelchair to the health center in El Triunfo, my first Peace Corps site.

On this visit, I did not make it to La Esperanza, the mountain town where I’d extended my original Peace Corps term after starting out in the south more than 20 years before. But I did speak with folks there via a video call. Triunfo and Esperanza translate as Triumph and Hope, hence the title of my Peace Corps book, Triumph & Hope, Golden Years with the Peace Corps in Honduras. I’ve also written a book about several Cuba missions, Confessions of a Secret Latina: How I Fell Out of Love with Castro & in Love with the Cuban People. (Both books are available in print from Amazon, as well as on Kindle and Nook.)

I’ve been been able to visit a total of 39 countries, nearly all on medical and human rights missions, many only since my late ex-husband left our family. So while his departure was a shock, it allowed me to revive my dormant Latin American side. Thanks to my Spanish fluency and familiarity with countries in the region, I have served as an election monitor and voting rights observer in Nicaragua, Haiti, Cuba, and the Dominican Republic. For more than 50 years, I was also the volunteer Coordinator for the Caribbean for Amnesty International. A former social worker and juvenile probation officer back in California, I had more recently worked for more than 16 years at the American Occupational Therapy Association before joining the Peace Corps.

I’ve endured many tragedies in my life, including the deaths of both my oldest son and a Cuban foster son, as already mentioned. When my late ex-husband, who was totally blind and to whose success I had once devoted all my energies, left us after 24 years of marriage to wed his young office assistant, I was left to fend for myself and our children and had to fight to even get child support. My ex only spoke with me once after his departure, in a surprise phone call he made to me after some of my articles on Cuba had appeared in the local press. His widow seemed shocked to see me at his funeral, as I had not been invited nor was I mentioned in his obituary.

Here are some photos from my life that I sent to a publication called Amigos de Honduras, a newsletter for former Peace Corps Honduras volunteers. Some photos have appeared earlier on this blog, offering a timeline and an overview of my life. The first photo is from my bath time in Honduras in 1940. The last one shows me with a wheelchair I donated to the Triunfo health center just now in June 2024. Each of us has only one life to live and I am well aware that mine is nearing its finale.











I once avoided public speaking, but now am no longer shy about speaking in either English or Spanish 
to groups large or small. 
I also have been able to make myself understood when communicating with those speaking other Romance languages, such as Catalan, Italian, Romanian, and Portuguese. After leaving the Peace Corps in late 2003, until the pandemic in 2020, since I am bilingual in Spanish and English, after passing a rigorous oral test, then `being fingerprinted and chest x-rayed, I worked as an on-call medical interpreter in local hospitals and clinics, but am no longer comfortable traveling by public transportation (no car) or being around sick patients in medical settings. So I've retired completely from interpreting, which was my late life career. I could still do online written translation, but there are many programs to help with that and it offers no in-person connections to patients and providers, which I would prefer. Also, I still want to feel free to visit my son in W Va. at our mutual convenience and just to be able whenever I feel like it to email friends living all around the world, all met either on their visits to this country or on my own trips abroad, or even to post osmething on this blog.  And has I've mentioned before,  even  everyday tasks take me longer now, including preparing simple meals, taking showers, washing clothes and dishes, or just going out to empty trash. 




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Friday, September 6, 2024

Events and predictions

 
Daily Mail, Presidential election 'Nostradamus' who has correctly predicted almost every winner for 40 years reveals Kamala Harris as his 2024 pick

Ignoring any voting predictions--here are a bunch of folks crossing political aisles to support both Trump and Walz. 
I had a lively email exchange with a neighbor asking if I'd ever had any pets. 
Yes, a dog, almost like having another child. As a single working mother (with 4 kids and a Cuban foster son), we had a female black border collie that I decided to breed with a male border collie, though without papers for either. What was I thinking? I wasn't thinking, obviously. Our dog then had 8 very cute puppies, 2 males, 6 females. I ended up giving away the females and selling the males for $35 each. Then my kids wanted to go through all that again, but I was done and had our dog spayed. 

Your house looks really great, very relaxing and beautiful with no need for any pets! My son doesn't even notice the doggy smell now permeating his home. During my recent visit there, the odor would hit me whenever we returned from elsewhere. I suppose my first floor once smelled like that, though we never allowed the dog to go upstairs. Before that, it smelled like cigarette smoke, as my late ex-husband of 24 years chain-smoked unfiltered Camels and kept a standing ashtray by his favorite living room chair. He even smoked in bed, burning holes in the sheets. Many smells have wafted through my house since I first moved here in 1969, more than 50 years ago.[The house was built in 1895.]
 
My neighbor replied, "i m simply amazed at all the paraphernalia around pets these days.  there is an entire industry, and noted designers are lending their name or talent to the merchandise.  and then the cosmetics; shampoo, flea shampoo, treats, designer dog bowls, paw boots, sweaters."

Some folks seem almost to choose pets in lieu of children, lavishing attention on their pets, incentivized by advertisers offering even more stuff. If Republican VP candidate JD Vance with his "childless cat ladies" remark encourages some childless women to actually have children, that outcome would be probably be good for the economy, also for the children themselves. Of course, pet owners can also have human children, as I did, options that are not mutually exclusive. 
Everything people do is influenced by others but trends do come and go. Has the childless trend run its course? Let's hope so, as the world now needs more newborns and young kids. Humankind relies on the births of babies to even continue in existence.


Yahoo News, Georgia high school shooting: Authorities say 14-year-old suspect 'will be charged 

with murder' after 4 killed, 9 injured Two students and two teachers are dead following a shooting at Apalachee 

High School.


Such tragic shootings are preventable. During a previous investigation, this shooter's father had assured 
authorities that his son had no access to the family's guns. Yet he gave his son an AR-style rifle. Why 
did the family even need to have any guns? 
Too often, keeping a personal firearm in the home poses a grave threat not just to the occupants but to 
everyone else. The right to "bear arms" urgently needs to return to the Founding Fathers' original 
intent: allowing firearms only in a "well-regulated militia," not in the home for personal use. No other 
modern country suffers such frequent guns deaths as we undergo here in the US, all because of the 
NRA's promotion of personal gun possession by misrepresenting the Founding Fathers' intentions. 
Time now to return to their actual intent by storing guns only at shooting ranges, as in Switzerland, 
where firearms enthusiasts can shoot at targets all day long if they so choose.   

Yahoo News, Father of suspected Apalachee High School shooter charged in murders; 
FBI received warnings in 2023


Now into Central America, where many Nicaraguan political prisoners have been released.
The Biden-Harris Administration today secured the release of 135 unjustly detained political prisoners
in Nicaragua, on humanitarian grounds... The 135 Nicaraguan citizens released today included 13 
members of the Texas-based Mountain Gateway organization, along with Catholic laypeople, 
students, and others who Daniel Ortega and Rosario Murillo consider a threat to their authoritarian rule.
The United States welcomes the leadership and generosity of the Government of Guatemala for 
graciously agreeing to accept these Nicaraguan citizens. Once in Guatemala, these individuals 
will be offered the opportunity to apply for lawful ways to rebuild their lives in the United States or 
other countries.

AP, Honduras’ president is asked to resign after corruption scandal she says is a plot to oust her
VP Kamala Harris once visited Honduras to hail the election of a female president. Since then, Honduran 
President Xiomara Castro seems to be closely guided by her husband, former president Manuel 
Zelaya, removed in a coup in 2009. Now she is supporting Maduro's "victory" in Venezuela. When I was 
in Honduras in June, I found nsupporters of Ms. Castro.

NYTimes.com: The For-Profit City That Might Come Crashing Down
My friends in Honduras have never even heard of Próspera either. 
According to Wkipedia: 
Próspera is a semi-autonomous city established under Honduran Zone for Employment and Economic Development 
(ZEDE) laws, inspired by the concept of charter cities and cities such as Hong Kong, Singapore, and Dubai. Through 
low taxes, privatized government, social services, and self-regulation, the city hopes to drive economic development 
and innovation that the city argues would not occur under normal government frameworks.

Here are a few photos that I picked out when going through the previous iteration of this blog, honduraspeacecorps.blogspot.com 



Here was dearly departed son Andrew with little sister Stephanie out 
boating together. (Both should have been wearing life jackets.) 







Below, my 2 youngest liked to hang put with a neighbor from across
the street.

I attended daughter Stephanie's Hawaii wedding in 2003. 




My late Cuban foster son Alex liked to dress up our 
dog Claire in human clothes. 


I visited son Jon in Hawaii in 2013.


Later, Jon rode the bus with his children in Honolulu, as the 
family had no car. 












I visited my sister Betty and her family in Philadelphia a few 
years ago, the last time we have been together in person, though 
we talk regularly on the phone. Her family is off-the-grid, with 
                                                               no email.

Here I was among volunteers 
making silly faces during a Honduras medical brigade in 2012.

I do need to make this posting right now, though little time has elapsed since the last posting, as parts 
of it keep disappearing.