Taming Of Adult ADHD

It was an ordinary day.  Picked up my morning paper and began to read Dr. Mike Roizen's column titled "Taming Adult ADHD.  Went like this...Can't focus?  Are easily impatient?  Hate dealing with multitasking?  You may be contending with adult ADHD (attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder).  Join the crowd.  More than 15 million adults have been diagnosed with ADHD (many more go undiagnosed) and have to deal with the work, relationship and internal conflicts that can arise as a result of the disorder.  So, what can you do to tamp down your symptoms and lessen your risk for associated health problems such as alcohol dependence, obsessive compulsive disorder, drug abuse, intermittent explosive disorder and - yup-obesity?  Stimulant medications such as Ritalin and Adderall can be useful - around half of adults diagnosed with ADHD have been prescribed such drugs.  But fully 71% of them report that they have trouble finding available medication.  Fortunately, there are non-drug therapies that can ease symptoms.  Establish routines.  You can help yourself get organized by making lists for different tasks and activities and using a calendar for scheduling events.  Break down large projects into smaller, manageable tasks.  Enjoy daily aerobic exercise.  It can reduce impulsivity and hyper-activity and improve executive functioning.  Yoga and meditation are also calming and improve executive functioning.  Plus, research indicates that neurofeedback (a kind of biofeedback that teaches self-control of brain function) can help control impulsivity and agitation.  Consider various supplements.  Research shows that there are potential benefits from taking melatonin (ADHD can disrupt sleep cycles), pycnogenol (French maritime pine bark), green coffee bean extract, and caffeine or caffeine and L-theanine.  For more ideas, read "The Best Supplements for Boosting Focus and Attention" at iHerb.com/blog.  Dr. Mike Roizen is chef wellness officer and chairman of the Wellness Institute at Cleveland Clinic.  To live your healthiest, visit shareware.com.   p.p.s. - I have found that writing a daily blog is a big help in staying young and staying healthy.  I look forward to writing each day, sometimes a few times each day, so that I can pass along my life's stories as well as stay healthy along the way.  I'm sure that just about everyone reading my stories has just as many interesting stories they could write about and share with others.  Give it a try sometime and see how much fun writing can be.  You don't need to be an English teacher to write a blog!  I was only a "C" student in my English classes in high school and college, and no one writes to me telling me how awful my stories are due to my spelling and writing.  Hey!  Send me how to reach your blog and I will gladly read it.  Being that I'm retired, I have all the time in the world....some days!!  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.     

The "Ben Franklin...Man Of Many Letters" Story

It was an ordinary day.  Reading my latest edition of "The Saturday Evening Post."  Was turning the pages when I came across an article titled "Benjamin Franklin, Man of Letters."  Boy did that bring back memories of times past....long ago.  I taught Industrial Arts (I.A.) at Manheim Township High School in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania beginning in the mid-1960s.  I took over the Graphic Arts Department when the former I.A. teacher became an administrator in the high school.  At the time we were still teaching letterpress, which included setting type by hand in a composing stick, placing the handset type in a "chase", or metal frame, and placing the chase in a hand-operated letterpress.  We had 2 letterpresses which were both run by electricity, rather than the older presses that were powered by the press operator. My students, both boys and girls, loved the course since they could do everything by hand and see a printed result as soon as the inked type struck the paper.  I still think back to those days every time I read a story about letterpress printing.  My latest edition of "The Saturday Evening Post" had a rather large article that was titled "Benjamin Franklin...Man of Letters."  I closed my eyes and pictured the many students I had over 50 years ago who may have been reading the story as I was.  Do they, (both boys and girls) remember setting type and printing it on the couple of letterpresses we had in our print shop.  I'll bet they never forgot that course I taught in the Industrial Arts department, especially the day I, their teacher, got my hand caught in the press, but still have all my fingers (my right trigger finger is turned nearly 90 degrees to the right, but is still useful.  Looks a little funny, but became a good teaching tool!)  The latest Saturday Evening Post had a short, 2 paragraph story titled "Franklin And The Post" which I have copied for you to read to allow you to also see what Benjamin Franklin must have been like during the very early 1900s.  So enjoy the story... 

"Franklin And The Post."  The Post's connection to Ben Franklin is one of the reasons Cyrus Curtis chose to buy and relaunch this magazine in 1897.  Back in 1728, when the young Franklin began publishing the "Pennsylvania  Gazette," it carried news and articles on various topics from correspondents to other publications, and often enough by Franklin himself.  "The Gazette" reflected his interest in people, science and politics, his keen sense of what people wanted to know, and of course, his wit.  His editorship made "The Gazette" the colonies' most popular publication.  "The Gazette" ceased publication in 1800, but Franklin's old print shop remained in business at No. 53 Market Street, Philadelphia.  In 1821, Charles Atkinson used this shop and its press to start a weekly publication.  It was to be delivered with the Saturday afternoon mail, so he called it "The Saturday Evening Post." Though it wasn't started by Franklin, the "Post" carried on the spirit that animated the Gazette: Franklin's practical, inquisitive, lightly skeptical, and basically moral tone, but was always leavened by a sense of humor.  It was hoped that they could follow in his footsteps.  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.  

  

The "I Know A Story" Story

It was an ordinary day.  Reading the column in my Sunday Newspaper titled "I Know A Story." These are stories sent to the newspaper by local residents whom love to read the newspaper and share their own stories.  Today's headline on the story read..."Ephrata, Lancaster were filled with shopping options in 1930s."  The story was submitted to the Lancaster Newspaper by Martha Kurtz.  The following was her story..... I was born in 1928.  When I was a little girl, my family lived in Ephrata at Good's Crossing.  The trolley stop was next to our driveway and would come by our house hourly.  If we wanted a ride, we stood by the tracks.  When my younger brother was around 5 years old and I was 9, we picked strawberries to earn money.  This was when we started our independent trolley adventures.  For 7 cents of our hard-earned money, we could ride the trolley to downtown Ephrata.  In the 1930s, Ephrata was a thriving town with lots of different stores: Whities, a newspaper stand, sold greeting cards, writing paper and newspapers; Abe Choens, a men's store, sold suits, shoes and clothing for men; and Seldomrige's, a clothing and home goods store, purchased clothing in New York City.  I liked to go in there and look at their dresses, even though I couldn't afford to purchase anything.  There were two banks in Ephrata and three drug stores.  Ephrata also had two department stores: Harris' Department Store and Spritzler's Department Store.  At the end of the season, Mr. Spritzler would take the clothing inventory that didn't sell and give it to my older brother to donate to the Mennonite Central Committee.  There was a JCPenney store, a Woolworth's five-and-dime, a bridal shop that sold fancy dresses, Haines Shoe Store, Sprecher's Hardware Store, a movie theater and a bowling alley.  There were no shopping malls, so people came to Ephrata to shop.  In the evening, Ephrata was crowded with shoppers.  My mother grew up in downtown Ephrata; she was a "town girl."  She enjoyed going to Lancaster to window shop and to buy her "coverings" (Mennonite headdress).  For 25 cents each, my mother and I would ride the trolley to Lancaster.  We would ride through the countryside; The first stop was Akron, then through the fields we would ride to Brownstown, Leola and then along Marietta Avenue to Lancaster City.  If people were standing along the tracks, the trolley would stop to pick them up.  In Lancaster, the trolley stopped at the Square, which hasn't really changed much.  On the corner was Watt & Shand Department Store.  This would be our first stop on our day out shopping.  We would look at things that were too expensive for us to purchase.  We would have lunch, soup or a sandwich at the Rendevous restaurant on the lower level.  Our next stop was Hager's Department Store.  On the second floor was a room which was like a separate store.  Here they sold "Plain clothing," and they called it "The Plain Store."  The saleslady wore a cape dress and a covering.  They sold Plain men's suits, men's black shoes, women's plain cape dresses, women's black shoes, black stockings, coverings and bonnets.  It a man didn't find a suit he liked in The Plain Store, he could pick one from the regular men's section and the Hager's tailor would convert it to a "Plain suit."  This is where my mother purchased her coverings and Plain, comfortable black shoes with laces and a 2-inch heel.  After shopping at Hager's, we would go to Woolworth's department store on Queen Street.  This was one of Woolworth's first stores, which opened in 1897.  My mother would always purchase a bag of cashew nuts here for us to eat on our trolley ride home.  On Sundays, we could buy a trolley day pass for 50 cents and travel anywhere in Lancaster County.  The trolley was a big part of our life in the 1930s.  The author, age 96, lives at Garden Spot Village in New Holland.  Her daughter, Darlene Walker, says this story was part of a family project during the pandemic - compiling her mother's memories into a "book of life."  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

The "Thru The Viewfinder" Story

It was an ordinary day.  Reading about the staff photographer at Lancaster Newspaper, Blaine Shahan, attempting to take a photograph of the aurora borealis, also known as the northern lights, for some time.  He thought he would have to take a trip north for that to happen.  Then, earlier this year, he saw posts on social media with pictures of the northern lights nearby.  The farthest south I'd seen them was in Maryland, Blaine said, which suggested I might get to see them in Pennsylvania.  On October 5, I saw a Facebook post that the northern lights might be visible after sunset.  So, I took a ride to Middle Creek Wildlife Management Area in Clay Township because there's a good view of the northern sky from the parking lot by the boat ramp, and it's really dark there.  When I arrived, it was obvious I wasn't the only one interested in seeing this.  With the darkness, it was hard to tell how many people were there, but I'll say there were at least a couple dozen.  I set up my camera on a tripod and waited.  I shot a few pictures of the stars over the lake, but I didn't see any northern lights.  Earlier that day, I had installed an app in my phone that shows indicators of the aurora borealis, and at that time, it was showing aa 0% probability of seeing them.  I stayed there for the better part of two hours, then called it a night.  Five days later, on October 10, I saw social media posts again that the northern lights might be visible.  I checked the aurora app, and now the viewing probability was 1%.  That was good enough for me, and I headed out the door.   As I walked to my car, at 7:30- p.m., I could see a red glow flickering in the sky above the houses across the street, which I photographed.  It's about a 45-minute drive from my home in Lancaster Township to Middle Creek, but I thought that would be the best place for me to see and photograph them.  When I arrived at the boat ramp at middle Creek, the parking lot was almost full.  Once again it was dark, so I couldn't see all the people, but I'm guessing it was close to 100 if you count the people by the boat ramp, along the shoreline and people who stopped at other places close by.  Like the previous Saturday, I set up my camera on a tripod and waited.  I didn't see anything in the sky, but when I took a picture with a long exposure, I could see a green band  running across the sky just above the horizon.  At that time, I wan't sure if the green glow I was seeing was the northern lights or not.  I shot more pictures with different exposures trying to find my sweet spot.  Then, at just about 10 p.m., the sky started to light up again.  People around me were commenting, and some were cheering as yellow, green and red lights flickered across the sky.  The picture I'm sharing today is a 6-second exposure.  This means that in this image, you're seeing the flickering that happened over a 6-second period.  What I was at 10 also confirmed that the green band that I saw an hour earlier was the northern lights.  Blaine's method was:  Nikon D4 camera with a Nikon 24-70 mm lens zoomed out to 24 mm.  Exposure time was: Six seconds, with an aperture of f-7.1 at 3200 ISO.  I have tried to take photos such as what you see here for years, but have never been successful, thus I have given up.  I'm so glad I had the chance to see and read about Blaine's photographs that he successfully took of the aurora borealis, or the Northern Lights.  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

The "Is Alcohol The New Smoking?" Story

The following story was partially written by Dr. Douglas Zipes, M.D. who is an internationally acclaimed cardiologist, professor, author, inventor, and authority on pacing and electrophysiology.

It was an ordinary day.  Reading an article in my latest Saturday Evening Post titled "Is Alcohol The New Smoking?"  Seems that America tried to rid itself of alcohol once before.  Prohibition was a disastrous failure that spawned an illicit industry of manufacturing, transporting, and selling alcohol.  Speakeasies sprouted like mushrooms, memorialized in many books and movies like "The Great Gatsby."  Members of Congress proposed a prohibition amendment in 1917, which was adopted as the 18th Amendment in 1919 and implemented the following year. Religious consumption of wine was exempted, as was home production of limited amounts.  Well, 13 years later, in 1933, the 21st Amendment reversed this course due to public outcry, the growth of illegal activity, and the decline of tax revenues after the 1929 depression.  The "wets" defeated the "drys" and have held the upper hand ever since.  But today, there is a burgeoning temperance movement, not from a legal standpoint, but instead inspired by health considerations.  It reminds me of what happened with smoking.  When I trained as a physician at Duke Hospital in the late 1960s, I could smell tobacco in the air during evening strolls through downtown Durham.  Smoking and smokers were everywhere: planes, restaurants, homes, hospital rooms.  At that time, a well-known cardiologist is even said to have used a hemostat to pick up and smoke a cigarette (to avoid contaminating his gloves) during heart catheterizations.  Today, smoking bans are enforced all over - not by Constitutional amendments, but because medical science proved its adverse health effects.  Of course there will always be smokers, just as there will always be drinkers; individual freedoms will prevail, allowing smokers and drinkers to do as they please, regardless of the health consequences.  But, could the same fall from grace that occurred with smoking and also bring down alcohol?  Recent data support the conclusion that no amount of alcohol is beneficial, and any amount is harmful to your heart and other organs.  Considering the burgeoning number of establishments serving nonalcoholic drinks, the "drys" are gaining on the "wets."  Mocktails - cocktails minus the liquor - appear with increasing frequency on menus in restaurants and bars across the country and have taken the boring out of alcohol-free drinks.  More than 3 out of 5 U.S. adults who have ever smoked have quit.  Hopefully, in theirs to come, the same statistic might apply to drinking alcohol.  However, at least two major differences distinguish smoking cessation from alcohol abstinence and may prevent this from happening.  First, nonsmokers were bothered by their neighbors' smoking, which helped lead to its ban, a case that doesn't apply to drinking except that in situations of extreme inebriation.  Second, nondrinkers often feel socially pressured to drink at parties and celebrations.  Whether alcohol abstinence is nearing the end of its beginning or the beginning of its end is too early to judge.  At the very least, however, we can hope for moderation to conform with the U.S. guidelines of no more than one drink per day for women and two for men.  Only time will tell.  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.  

"Drought Watch issued For Lancaster County, Pennsylvania!" Story

It was an ordinary day.  Reading in article in my local newspaper  titled "Drought Watch Issued For County."  Didn't look good, at least for the near future.  Perhaps you might want to read it for yourself and make your own conclusions.  Drought declarations are based on four factors: precipitation, storm flows, groundwater levels and soil moisture.  The state Department of Environmental Protection makes its drought declarations after assessing the departures from normal ranges for periods of three to 12 months.  It also factors in information it gets from public water suppliers.  Drought watch residents are encouraged, but not required, to reduce water use by 5% to 10%.  There is worry about fire.  "Much of the Commonwealth is at a high risk for fire danger as a result of dry conditions, and it is critical that Pennsylvanias use extreme caution when handling fire or void any burning as these conditions persist," state Department of Conservation and Natural Resources Secretary Cindy Adams Dunn said as the drought designations were announced.  Adams, Allegheny, Butler, Carbon, Chester, Clearfield, Columbia, Cumberland, Dauphin, Delaware, Fayette, Franklin, Greene, Indiana, Lancaster, Lawrence, Lebanon, Lehigh, Lucerne, Monroe, Northampton, Northumberland, Perry, Philadelphia, Pike, Somerset, Washington, Westmoreland and York counties were put under a drought watch.  Berks and Schuylkill counties were put on a drought warning which means residents are encouraged, but not required, to reduce water use by 10% to 15%.  The third level of drought declaration is drought emergency, which can be declared by the governor and emergency water restrictions can be implemented.  DEP won't implement mandatory water use restrictions outside of a drought emergency. Public water systems may implement their own measures.  Here's hoping the rain will fall from the sky soon and for a fairly long period of time.  Certainly don't want to have a flood stage called for Pennsylvania, but we really need the water to drop from the sky and help provide for water for everyone.  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

A Brief History of the City of Lancaster, Pennsylvania...my Hometown!

It was an ordinary day.  Checking out some stories about my hometown of Lancaster, Pennsylvania.  I have been asked quite a few questions over my lifetime and thought it might be fun to let you know a bit more about the city in which I was born, grew up, and still live in with my wife, Carol, at Woodcrest Villas.   Well, the city is known as the "Red Rose City" sue to its link to Lancaster England.  Lancaster became a Brough in 1742, a charted city on March 10, 1818, and surrendered its ancient city charter and became a Third Class City under the laws of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania on May 27, 1924.  A few more bits of information follow....

• 1729: James Hamilton laid out the city
• 1742: Lancaster became a borough
• 1818: Lancaster became a charted city 

Lancaster is one of the oldest inland cities in the United States. It's located in south-central Pennsylvania, along the Susquehanna River.

Here are some other notable events in Lancaster's history: 

• 1777: The Continental Congress met in Lancaster for one day to escape the British. Lancaster was the nation's capital for a day. 
   
• 1799–1812: Lancaster was the capital of Pennsylvania. 
   
• 1730: The first court sessions were held in a tavern near the Susquehanna River. 
   
• 1738: The first courthouse was finished in Penn Square. 
   
• 1751: Edward Shippen, a former mayor of Philadelphia, moved to Lancaster. 

The Continental Congress met in Lancaster, Pennsylvania on September 27,  1777.  This was a brief period when Lancaster served as the nation's capital. The Continental Congress members fled Philadelphia and convened in the courthouse at what is now Penn Square.

Lancaster is one of the oldest inland cities in the United States of America. It is 71 miles west of Philadelphia and is snuggled along the north and west by the mighty Susquehanna River.

German immigrants, known as Pennsylvania Dutch (from “Deutsch” meaning German), were the first to settle in the area in 1709. At that time it was known as “Hickory Town”. The Honorable James Hamilton laid it out in building lots, and in May 10, 1729, it became the county seat. John Wright, a prominent citizen, gave it the name “Lancaster” after Lancaster, England where he formerly lived. The city is known as the “Red Rose City” due to its link to Lancaster, England. Lancaster became a borough in 1742, a charted city on March 10, 1818, and surrendered its ancient city charter and became a Third Class City under the laws of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania on May 27, 1924.

Lancaster was an important munitions center during the Revolutionary war. It was the National Capital of the American colonies on September 27, 1777, when the Continental Congress was fleeing British forces (who had captured Philadelphia). From 1799 to 1812, Lancaster was the capital of Pennsylvania.  So, you see, my hometown of Lancaster carries a bit of history behind it.  Something that not every town in th United States can claim.  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

The "Why Walking Is So Good For You!" Story

It was an ordinary day.  Reading about "Why walking is so good for you!  We know you hear us say over and over again - that you have to walk everyday.....no excuses!  That's because we're so convinced of its importance!  You see, walking (aiming for 10,000 steps daily!) doesn't just strengthen your circulation, put oxygen to your brain, improve your balance, and provide a chance to spend time with your posse, it has even more health benefits.  According to Harvard Medical School, walking for as little as 15 minutes helps reduce cravings for sugary snacks and chocolate.  That happens because it ups circulation of feel-good endorphins and reduces stress.  it also can help ease arthritis-related joint pain by strengthening muscles that support your hip, knee and ankle joints and keeping them lubricated.  And hoofing it for just 6 miles a week can help prevent arthritis from setting in.  Walking also turns on genes that produce the protein irises, which helps you stay smart and strengthens your immune response.  One study found that a 20-minute walk at least five days a week results in 43% fewer sick days compared to non-walkers.  And it can help defeat the power of weight-promoting genes.  As Harvard study found that the effects of those obesity genes were slashed in half by walking briskly for an hour a day.  All for just putting one foot in front of the other!  For more information on how to incorporate walking into your daily life, check out our audiobook "You on a Walk" and Dr. Oz's article "More Movement May Increase Longevity - Here's Why" at iHerb.com/blog.  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.  

The "An Adventure With One Of My Former High School Students" Story

It was an ordinary day.  Sitting in my easy chair looking at a calendar titled 2024 AFRICA, Photography by Keith Grebinger.  I taught Industrial Arts at Manheim Township High School (MTHS) in Neffsvillle, PA.  I had graduated from high school at MTHS in the early1960s and went to nearby Millersville State Teacher's College to become a teacher.  When I graduated from Millersville I found that there was an opening at MTHS in the Industrial Arts Department.  Didn't take long to apply, receive an interview, and begin teaching at my alma mater.  I eventually asked the school district if I could begin a course in photography and they were more than willing, providing that I provided them with a curriculum for the course I wanted to teach.  One of my early students was a young man named Keith Grebinger.  At the time, I was teaching photography and he had selected my course as one of his minor subjects.  Great student with a real knack for taking photographs.  After he graduated from MTHS two years later, with two years of my teaching under his belt,  he opened his own picture and frame shop in nearby Neffsville, PA.  And....to top all this off... I eventually  retired from teaching, and asked Keith if I could work for him at his photography and frame shop!  Seemed a bit odd, being the worker and not the boss, but we worked together just fine.  I learned probably as much from him about framing and mounting as he learned from me about the art of photography.  I worked part-time for Keith for close to 10 years before I  finally called it quits and totally retired!  Recently made a visit back to Keith's shop in nearby Neffsville to see what he was working on at the time and found his latest photographic masterpiece...A calendar of photographs that he had recently taken in Africa of the wildlife of Africa.  13 remarkable calendar photographs that he had taken of the African wildlife and African scenery!  I talked about his trip to Africa with he and his wife Cindy and how much fun it was to take the photographs of all the wildlife.  Today, he and Cindy own and operate Grebinger Gallery / Lancaster Picture & Framing in Neffsville, Pennsylvania which is between the towns of Lancaster and Lititz.  So, if you want or need a professional photographer or a professional framer, just give Keith a call at 717-569-9335.  I'm absolutely sure you will enjoy Keith's work as well as Keith, himself!  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

Keith Grebinger

A few of Keith's selection of frames

Keith and his wife Cindy

A design showing logo's of all the professional football teams

Framed Michael Jackson design

Yours truly, when I worked for Keith...cutting a few mats.....and 
No! I didn't ruin the mat cutter!

Having Enough...The difference between desires and needs was a lesson she never forgot.

It was an ordinary day. Reading an article in my "Good Old Days" Magazine titled "Having enough."  Story is about the difference between desires and needs and a lesson that the young girl never forgot.  Story began with..... I awoke to a familiar sound of dishes rattling in Mother's kitchen and to the scent of coffee wafting through the air.  I glanced out my bedroom window.  The neighborhood was lit by the first rays of the day shining through a thin layer of gray clouds like sunshine through a stained-glass window.  The trees, no longer wearing their virescent hues of spring and summer, were draped in scarlet, gold and copper.  Mesmerized, I watched the leaves falling off the trees as they gently swayed in the November wind.  A sign rose in my throat as I thought about all that was lacking that Thanksgiving Day.  I joined Mother in the kitchen, mildly curious about the Thanksgiving brunch she'd planned for us at an undeveloped park on the outskirts of town.  Instead of busying herself cooking the usual Thanksgiving fare, Mother prepared a thermos of hot cocoa for my brothers and me and another thermos of coffee for her and Father.  "This will be fun, sweetie.  It'll be a Thanksgiving to remember. Wait and see."  I smiled to cover my disappointment and helped Mother pack a box with the utensils she needed - a cast-iron skillet, tin plates, silverware, charcoal briquettes, matches, a spatula and two wooden spoons.  Dad loaded the box into this truck while my brothers and I clambered into the truck bed.  he pumped the gas pedal several times until his cranky jalopy sputtered into action.  On the way to the park, Dad pulled into the parking lot of a local grocery store.  Through the rear windshield I watched my parents cull through their pockets, the seat cushions, and the glove box, gathering all the loose change they could find.  "This should be enough," Mother said in a thrilled voice.  She scurried out of the truck and into the store.  Minutes later, she emerged smiling, with two dozen eggs, a pound of bacon, and a small loaf of bread in her arms.  Once at the park, my brothers and I bolted from the truck, frolicking in the leaves as we made a pathway that led to an old, abandoned farmhouse tucked among some trees.  While they explored the farmhouse, I sat on a log and closed my eyes, reminiscing about previous Thanksgivings and yearning for a piece of mother's pumpkin pie topped with a dollop of whipped cream.  I inhaled slowly, taking in all the crisp autumn air my lungs could hold before slowly expelling it.  The smell of sizzling bacon drifted by, and in the distance I heard Dad whistling and Mother singing as they fried bacon and eggs over a crackling fire, seemingly oblivious to the fact that our grim financial situation prevented us from celebrating Thanksgiving as we always had with turkey, dressing and all the trimmings.  "Come and get it!"  Mother hollered, clanging her spoon on one of the tin plates to get our attention.  We dashed toward them and sat on the ground, warming our hands on the open fire, its flames curling and swaying as they burned the dry wood.  I looked at the fried eggs and bacon mother scooped onto our tin plates, focusing on the meager amount she'd given each of us.  "Let us give thanks, for we have enough, "Dad said, his face beaming.  Enough?  How could this small amount of food possibly be enough?  I was irritate and wanted to snap back and complain, but resisted the urge to do so.  Rather than quickly devouring eggs and bacon as I usually did, I bit into the bacon, letting it slowly break over my tongue, relishing it as if I were eating it for the very first time.  In was perfectly prepared, crispy and salty.  The eggs, too, were cooked to perfection with the slightly runny yolks intact and no raw parts remaining.  Maybe it was the fresh air.  Maybe it was m dad's words.  But without warning, tears misted in my eyes.  These were not tears of lacking; rather these were tears of sheer joy in realizing that the eggs and bacon tasted better than the turkey and dressing I would've eaten if circumstances head been different.  Despite my tender age, my heart softened, and the lacking I had felt vanished, replaced with love, appreciation and thankfulness for my parents, their attitudes, and their willingness to make an ordinary Thanksgiving meal a memorable one despite their difficulties and financial woes.  Mother was right.  The day was a memorable one, and I remember it as if it were yesterday.  Having enough that Thanksgiving was a blessing in disguise -- a lesson in gratitude that to this day helps me focus on the differences between my needs and my desires.  having enough has diminished many of my life's disappointments.  It has also given me grit, grace and an overwhelming feeling of thankfulness, even in the face of my own adversities.  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

Area (Lancaster County, Pennsylvania) Again Under Red Flag Warning

It was an ordinary day.  Reading an article in my morning newspaper titled "Area Again Under Red Flag Warning!"  Seems the risk of wildfires is up as drought conditions in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania continues to parch county and region.  The story in my morning newspaper reads: Lancaster County will be under another red flag warning today, indicating an increased risk of wildfires as warm, dry conditions persist.  Last month was the second-driest October on record, with just 0.04 inches of rain falling in the county, and this week the county reached record high temperatures.  The National Weather Service issued the red flag warning to let people know strong winds, low relative humidity and dry conditions could make any small fire, such as a backyard trash fire, spread out of control.  The weather service says the risk of rapidly spreading wildfires is high and recommends residents refrain from outdoor burning until the warning is lifted.  The warning runs from 8 a.m to 6 p.m. Winds this past Thursday were blowing west at 10 to 15 mph with gusts up to 30 mph with relative humidity falling as low as 38%.  Forecasters said today's high temperature likely will be near 70 before dropping into the high 50s Saturday and Sunday and rising into the mid-60s Monday.  Lancaster County is experiencing a moderate drought, according to the U.S. Drought Monitor, and neighboring Berks and Chester counties are in a severe drought.  The Pennsylvania Department of Environmental Protection placed Lancaster County under a drought watch Nov. 1.  Drought conditions have led several county municipalities to ask residents to voluntarily conserve water and have been a factor in recent brush fires.  The red flag warning covers nine counties in south-central Pennsylvania.  The county may be in for a small measure of relief Sunday, as forecasters say there is about a 75% chance of light afternoon rain.  LDub says, "I'll believe it when I see it and feel it!"  And...I just might have to stand outside in the rain just to see what rain feels like once again.  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.       

Taming Adult ADHD

It was an ordinary day.  Reading an article in my morning newspaper written by Dr. Mike Roizen titled "Taming adult ADHD."  Interesting article that I thought I would share with you, just in case you may wonder if you might have ADHD and don't realize it.  Dr. Roizen writes...Can't focus?  Are easily impatient?  Hate dealing with multitasking?  You may be contending with adult ADHD (attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder).  Join the crowd!  More than 15 million American adults have been diagnosed with ADHD (many more go undiagnosed) and have to deal with the work, relationship and internal conflicts that can arise as a result of the disorder.  So, what can you do to tamp down your symptoms and lessen your risk for associated health problems such as alcohol dependence, obsessive-compulsive disorder, drug abuse, intermittent explosive disorder and - yup - obesity?  Stimulant medications such as Ritalin and Adderall can be useful - around half of adults diagnosed with ADHD have been prescribed such drugs.  But fully 71% of them report that they have trouble finding available medication.  Fortunately, there are non-drug therapies that can ease symptoms.  Establish routines.  You can help yourself get organized by making lists for different tasks and activities and using a calendar for scheduling events.  Break down large projects into smaller, manageable tasks.  Enjoy daily aerobic exercise.  It can reduce impulsivity and hyperactivity and improve executive functioning.  Yoga and meditation are also calming and improve executive functioning.  Plus, research indicates that neurofeedback (a kind of biofeedback that teaches self-control of brain function) can help control impulsivity and agitation.  Consider various supplements.  Research shows that there are potential benefits from taking melatonin (ADHD can disrupt sleep cycles), pycnogenol (French maritime pine bark), green coffee bean extract, and caffeine or caffeine and L-theanine.  For more ideas, read "The Best Supplements for Boosting Focus and Attention" at iHerb.com/blog.  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.         

Warm Temperature Breaks Local Record

It was an ordinary day.  Lancaster County's unseasonably warm autumn continues as temperatures reached record levels this past week.  The thermometer at Lancaster Airport topped out at 81 degrees Wednesday, the highest temperature ever recorded for. November 6.  According to Millersville University Weather Information Center, that's a full 4 degrees hotter than the previous record of 77 degrees, set in 1978.  Temperatures were 20 to 25 degrees above normal this past Wednesday afternoon.  John Guseman, a forecaster with th National Weaher Service in State College, said the region's warm temperatures are a result of southwesterly winds from a high-pressure system in the Atlantic bringing warm air into the region.  Wind from the high pressure system has kept storm fronts to the west of Pennsylvania, contributing to drought conditions in the region.  Guseman said there will be moderate relief at the end of the week.  The National Weather Service does not forecast rainfall accumulations more than three days in advance.  Last month was the second-driest October on record.  Only 0.04 inches of rain fell in October.  In the past 110 years since meteorologists began tracking that data, only October of 1963 was drier.  No rain fell that month.  On November 1, the Pennsylvania Department of Environmental Protection placed Lancaster County under a drought watch.  Drought conditions have led several county municipalities to ask residents to begin conserving water and have been a factor in recent brush fires.  It was another extraordinary day the life of an ordinary guy.  

The "I Know A Story" Column In The Lancaster Newspaper" Story

It was an ordinary day.  Reading yet another "I Know a Story" which are local stories posted in Lancaster's newspaper on a weekly basis.  The story today was titled, "His Nephews Were Excited To Have Planted 'Cereal Tree'".   It was written by Lee R. Bowman and was published in my Lancaster Newspaper on Sunday, November 3, 2024.  It read:

My brother Dennis, his wife Sheila, and their two boys, Dennis, 6, and his brother, Wesley, 4, bought an old fieldstone house with a barn and a couple of outbuildings on the property.  The house also had something that my brother always wanted: a small garden area to grow vegetables.  Not long after they moved in, I stopped by for a morning visit and, not to my surprise, my brother and his two boys were out working in their new garden.  While by brother was planting vegetables, I noticed that the two boys were planting what I thought were seeds.  I went over to talk with them and asked them, "What kind of vegetables are you planting?"  The older one said, "We are planting a cereal tree!"  Well, it turns out that they had saved some of their breakfast cereal from that morning and decided to plant a cereal tree.  I looked over at my brother, and he just shrugged his shoulders.  On the way home after my visit, I had an idea.  I stopped at our local supermarket and bought two of those small-box variety packages of cereal.  When I got home, I went into the woods behind my house and found a small tree with about 15 limbs on it.  I cut it down and took off all the leaves and used some Crazy Glue to attach one small cereal box to the end of every limb.  The next time I knew that my brother and his family would be visiting our mother, I drove over to their house and planted this "cereal tree" in the garden where I saw my nephews "plant" their cereal.  The next day I got a phone call from my very excited nephews, telling me that their cereal tree had come up and they got boxes of cereal!  Each one got on the phone and told me what kind of cereal they got.  Before I hung up, I asked then what they were going to grow next.  "A money tree!"  They were only slightly disappointed when I told them, "You know money doesn't grow on trees!"  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

Brain Zapping May Boost Memory!

It was an ordinary day.  Just got finished reading a story in my Saturday Evening Post titled "Brain Zapping May Boost Memory" which was written by Douglas Zipes, M.D.  Story goes like this:  My wife and I frequently have difficulty recalling names and recent events.  Often, the conversation goes..."What was the name of the guy we met at the mall?" ... "What was the restaurant we ate at yesterday?" ...  "What were we watching on TV last night?"  Yet, we can easily remember the name of our third-grade teacher or Grannie's phone number when we were eight years old.  I still remember where to send four Cheerios box tops and 25 cents to receive the whistling ring that saved the life of 1950s radio cowboy star Tom Mix when he whistled for his horse, Tony: Tom Mix, Box 808, St. Louis, Missouri.  Forgetting the name of someone you just met, misplacing keys, or having trouble remembering directions once in a while -- these memory slips can happen at any age.  As we get older, though, we may wonder whether these slips signal a more serious problem, such as dementia and Alzheimer's disease.  Forgetfullness is often associated with a decline in cognition, which can have a serious impact on a person's ability to conduct activities of daily living, such as interacting with friends and colleagues, managing medications, making financial decisions, scheduling activities, and navigating the complexities of daily life.  As the global population continues to age, the prevalence of cognitive decline and dementia is expected to rise, which presents significant challenges for healthcare systems, economies, and societies worldwide, and exerts considerable personal, social, and economic costs on individual and families.  Developing and providing innovative, safe, and effective therapies and treatments for our aging population is a pressing need.  Neuroscience has made substantial progress identifying the brain circuits and networks that underpin learning and memory. New research shows that rhythmic activity in the brain may be key to storing memories.  Reinforcing those activities artificially may protect or even enhance memory for older adults in an inexpensive and sustainable way.  In one recent story, 150 people (ages 65-88) received noninvasive electrical brain stimulation for 20 minutes over four consecutive days, while researchers read to them a list of words.  They then tested participants' immediate recall of the words, as well as their memory of them one month later. The stimulation produced boosts in recalling the words two to four days later, as well as one month later.  The scientists found that applying extremely weak high-frequency electrical current safely and non invasively to the front part of the brain selectively improved long-term memory without changing short-term memory, while applying the same kind of specialized alternating current farther back in the brain at a low frequency selectively improved short-term memory without changing long-term memory.  Thus, transcranial (across the skull) stimulation, depending on its location and frequency, could improve either short- or long-term memory because of the brain's ability to re-form and develop new neural connections throughout an individual's life.  Before we all run to the hardware story for wires and generators to stimulate our brains, more extensive controlled trials are needed to replicate these results in larger an diverse populations and evaluate the long-term effects and safety.  More research will also help determine the optimal parameters for stimulation to endure the longest lasting and most substantial benefits.  However, these preliminary results offer hope to memory-impaired older populations worldwide.  Oh yeah, I remember now -- we were watching Gregory Peck in "To Kill a Mockingbird" after we ate a delicious dinner at My Neighbor's Grill last night.  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

The "In Flight Humor" Story

It was an ordinary day.  Occasionally, airline attendants make an effort to make the "inflight safety lecture" and other announcements a bit more entertaining.  Here are some real examples that have been heard or reported.  "Your seat cushions can be used for flotation, and in the event of an emergency water landing, please take them, with our compliments."  Pilot:  "Folks, we have reached our cruising altitude now, so I am going to switch the seat belt sign off.  Feel free to move about as you wish, but please stay inside the plane till we land.  It's a bit cold outside, plus, if you were on the wings, it affects the flight pattern."  After landing, "Thank you for flying Delta Business Express.  We hope you enjoyed giving us the business as much as we enjoyed taking you for a ride."  On a Southwest flight, the pilot said, "We've reached our cursing altitude now, and I'm turning off the seat belt sign.  I'm switching to autopilot, too, so I can come back there and visit with all of you for the rest of the flight."  As a plane landed and was coming to a stop at Washington National, a lone voice came over the loudspeaker, "Whoa, big fella.  WHOA!"  "Should the cabin lose pressure, oxygen masks will drop from the overhead area.   Please place the bag over your own mouth and nose before assisting children and or adults acting like children."  "As you exit the plane, please make sure to gather all of your belongings.  Anything left behind will be distributed evenly among the flight attendants.  Please do not leave children or spouses."  From the pilot during his welcome message, "We are pleased to have some of the best flight attendants in the industry.  Unfortunately, none of them are on this flight."  On an American Airlines flight into Amarillo, Texas on a particularly windy and bumpy day and an extremely hard landing, the flight attendant announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Amarillo.  Please remain in your seats with your seatbelts fastened while the captain taxis what's left of our airplane to the gate."  Another flight attendant's comment on a less-than-perfect landing, "We ask you to please remain seated as Captain Kangaroo bounces us to the terminal."  From a southwest Airlines employee:  "Welcome aboard Southwest Flight #### to YYY.  To operate your seat belt, insert the metal tab into the buckle, and pull tight.  It works just like every other seat belt, but if you don't know how to operate one, you probably shouldn't be out in public unsupervised."  "Weather at our destination is 50 degrees with some broken clouds, but they'll try to have them fixed before we arrive.  Thank You, and remember, nobody loves you, or your money, more than Southwest Airlines."  An airline pilot wrote that on a particular flight he had hammered his ship onto the runway really hard.  The airline had a policy which required the first officer to stand at the door while the passengers exited, smile, and give them a "Thanks for flying XYZ airline."  He said that in light of his bad landing, he had a hard time looking the passengers in th eye, thinking that someone would have a smart comment.  Finally, everyone had gotten off except a little, old lady walking with a cane.  She said, "Sonny, mind if I ask you a question?"  "Why no, ma'am," said the pilot. "what is it?"  The little old lady said, "Did we land or were we shot down?"  After a real crusher of a landing in Phoenix, the flight attendant came on with, "Ladies and gentlemen, please remain in your sets until Captain Crash and the crew have brought the aircraft to a screeching halt up against the gate.  And, once the tire smoke has cleared and the warning bells are silent, we'll open the door, and you can pick your way through the wreckage to the terminal."   Part of the flight attendants's arrival announcement: "We's like to thank you folks for flying with us today.  And, the next time you get the insane urge to go blasting through the skies in a pressurized metal tube, we hope you think of us here at U.S. Airways."  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.    

The "It Was Snoring Versus Clapping In Training Program" Story

It was an ordinary day.  Reading a story in my Sunday News titled "It Was Snoring Versus Clapping in Training Program.  Story began with....I was working for Communities In Schools (CIS), a national organization whose mission is to empower students to staying in school and achieve in life.  In 1977, CIS founder Bill Milliken came up with the idea of bringing community resources into public schools.  "It's not programs that are transforming young people's loves, it's relationships,"  Milliken said.  "A great program simply creates the environment for healthy relationships to form between adults and children.  Young people thrive when adults care about them on a one-to-one level and when they also have a sense of belonging to a caring community."  In the 1980s, I was part of a team of Communities in Schools trainers, and our role was to help create new programs and to help grow existing programs.  One of the ways we did this was through what we called Multi-Track Trainings.  During a training, we would bring several hundred people together with 15 to 20 trainers and conduct sessions on how to start and run a CIS program, how to create a strategic plan, etc.  We were doing a training in Monterey, California, and trainers had to room together.  Charles and Henry were in the same room.  The first night together, Henry was loudly snoring and woke up Charles.  Charles said, "Henry, Henry, Henry," each time a little louder, trying to wake up Henry so he would stop snoring.  But this didn't work; Henry continued to sleep and snore.  Now, this took place during the time when The Clapper (a sound-activated electrical switch whose tagline was "Clap on, clap off") was very popular, so Charles decided to clap his hands as if he was activating a Clapper; clap, clap.....clap, clap.  Henry looked up, rolled over and stopped snoring.  A few hours later, Henry started  snoring again and Charles again yelled, "Henry, Henry, Henry."  Again, nothing.  Charles tried The Clapper again: clap, clap .... clap, clap....clap, clap.  Henry looked up, rolled over and stopped snoring.  This happened several times throughout the night.  In the morning, Charles said to Henry, "You've got a problem, and we have to do something about it."  Henry responded , "Well now that you bring it up, you have some crazy habits yourself, Dude.  I was not going to say anything, but I woke up several times over the course of the night to see you sitting straight up in your bed clapping as loud as you could."  Henry was dead serious. The author of this story was Marty Thomas-Brummé.  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. 

The "7 Wonders Of The World" Story

It was an ordinary day.  Reading my latest edition of "The Fishwrapper" which I picked up at my local Stauffer's of Kissel Hill.  "The Fishwrapper" is a weekly "newsletter" that is usually about 8 pages long and contains a bit of everything from advertisements to entertainment to want ads to moving and religious stories.  Some stories may be just a page long while others may carry the viewer through a few pages of the 16 page bi-weekly newsletter.  One small one column story in the latest "The Fishwrapper" was titled "7 Wonders of the World" and it read...  Junior high school students in Chicago were studying the Seven Wonders of the World.  At the end of the lesson, the students were asked to list what they would consider to be the seven wonders of the world.  Though there were some differences, the following received the most votes: 1.  Egypt's Great Pyramids, 2.  The Taj Mahal in India, 3.  The Grand Canyon, 4.  The Panama Canal, 5. The Empire State Building, 6.  St. Peter's Basilica, 7.  China's Great Wall.  While gatherng the votes, the teacher noted that one student hadn't turned in her paper, so she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list.  The quiet girl replied, "Yes, a little.  I can't quite make up my mind, because there are so many."  The teacher said, "Well, can you please tell  us what you have on your list so far, and maybe we can help."  The girl hesitated, then read, "I think the seven wonders of the world are.... 1. To Touch, 2. To Taste, 3. To See, 4. To Hear....she hesitated a little, then added... 5. To Feel, 6. To Laugh, and 7. To Love.  You could have heard a pin drop in the room.  May this story serve as a gentle reminder that the things we over-look as simple and ordinary are often the most wonderful, and we don't have to travel anywhere special to experience them.  So...Enjoy your Gifts!  I know I certainly will!  It was another extroradinay day in the life of an ordinary guy. 

The "Every Obituary's First Paragraph" Story

It was an ordinary day.  My oldest son recently stopped by my house to say Hi! and to drop off a few magazines that he had around the house and thought I might be interested in reading before being discarded.  He works for a magazine distribution company and gets to read just about every magazine imaginable.  Well, one of the latest magazine's that he dropped off was the New Yorker.  Interesting magazine that sports a page titled "Shouts & Murmurs."  I just love to read the page which features just about anything imaginable!  Today's page was titled "Every Obituary's First Paragraph."  Thought you might enjoy the humor as much as I did...so here are a few of the "EVERY OBITUARY'S FIRST PARAGRAPH." 

Doris E. Doris, an entrepreneurial drum majorette who shot to fame for her distinctive baton work in the 1968 Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade -  but whose subsequent attempt to launch the Ross Dress for Less Arbor Day Parade met an ignominious end when a Snoopy balloon collided with a stoplight, cementing Macy's monopoly on department-store pageantry - died on Wednesday.  She was seventy-nine. 

Jacques P. Jacques, a marine biologist who set out to photograph ever sea urchin in the Aegean Sea - an effort that took seventeen years and culminated in the 1978 coffee-table book "Take Me To Urch," which our reviewer called "disturbingly erotic" - died on Thursday.  He was ninety-two. 

Melvin F. Melvin, a soft-spoken product designer whose impact on the American household spanned tissues, towels, and paper cups - but, whose most lasting contribution was his notoriously ineffective "Do Not insert Swab into Ear Canal" warring on Q-tips packaging - died on Friday.  He was ninety-eight.

Clara V. Clara, the widow of plastic-fastener magnate Alfred T. Alfred, whose triumphant resurrection of her late husband's plastic-fastener empire made her the toast of Seattle society - but who never shot allegations that she had rigged his fateful badminton game to enrich her lover (a theory popularized in the film "Bad Minton") died on Wednesday. She was eighty-one.

Stanley P. Stanley, the Olympic bronze medallist who abanodned a burgeoning speed-skating career to pursue his pop-music ambitions -- but whose only song to reach the Billboard Hot 100, "No More Mr. Ice Buy," focused on the very sport from which he had sought to distance himself -- died on Tuesday.  He was ninety-one.

Phyllis C. Phyllis, whose discovery, in 2007, of a mysterious message in a bottle at the Santa Monica Pier set off a brief nationwide effort to decode the missive -- until an M.I.T. chemistry professor concluded that it was a waterlogged Pizza Hut menu -- died on Monday.  She was seventy-eight.  

Edna A. Edna, the enigmatic oil heiress whose expressive butter sculptures reënergized the medium and tantalized the Indianapolis art scene in the eighties -- but whose signature work, "Dairy Todd Lincoln," melted while on view at London's Tate Gallery, inspiring a wave of regulations on space heaters in museums -- died on Sunday.  She was eighty-six.

Rutherford M. Rutherford, the Washington health-insurance executive who won plastic-fastener tycoon Alfred T. Alfred's riches in a high-stakes game of badminton -- but who lost in esteem what he had gained in wealth when he played himself (opposite Susan Lucci, as Clara V. Clara) in "Bad Minton," a role for which he received the Razzie Award for Worst Actor and a lifetime ban from the Seattle Badminton Club -- died on Wednesday.  He was ninety-four.  

And...so it goes!!  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. 

Farewell To Local "Keeper of Christmas" Story

It was an ordinary day.  My story today is rather lengthy... but, I felt like it was well  earned .... so read on.... Jim Morrison, known to generations as "the Keeper of Christmas" in his role as founder and former curator of the beloved National Christmas Center, has died.  He was 85.  Morrison died Oct. 13 of natural causes at Kadima Rehabilitation & Nursing Home in Lititz, PA, where he spent the last two years of his life, according to those closest to him.  The National Christmas Center opened its doors in 1998 in a 20,000-square-foot building in Paradise Township, where it remained for the next 20 years.  During that time thousands of people made their way through the museum to marvel at the antique decorations from Christmases past.  That included "Yours Truly"...many times!  The center now operates seasonally in Dauphin County near the county line.  The center had been a lifelong vision for Morrison that first developed as a child in New Jersey, when his mother drove him to Philadelphia the day after Thanksgiving to see the holiday-themed store displays.  "Everybody flocked to see the start of Christmas," Morrison told Lancaster Newspapers.  "My mother did so much to make Christmas great."  In the days after Christmas, a young Morrison would roam neighborhood streets lined with discarded Christmas trees and plucked from them any ornaments he could find.  "As a teenager, if there was snow on the ground on Christmas Eve, he'd put on skis, then take them off to walk up to the front doors of others in his neighborhood, so when kids woke up the next morning, it would appear as though Santa had been up and down the street."  Morrison's Christmas collection grew through his years of serving in the U.S. Army.  He was a model-maker, crafting items like a wooden gun case that held a pair of pistols the Texas Rangers gifted to President John F. Kennedy, and 250 sets of bookends that president Lyndon B. Johnson gave others as gifts.  "He also made models of the terrain in Vietnam to help the military in planning whatever actions they were doing over there," Miller said.  Morrison later ran a small company that restored historic houses in Washington, D.C.  Along the way he sold antique postcards, and one of his customers was the former Gotham Book Mart in New York City.  The connection led to Morrison putting up a Christmas tree on the store's balcony decorated with antique ornaments that could be purchased by customers, with proceeds going to help the needy.  He opened the Christmas Center in Lancaster County in order to bring back the true spirit of Christmas he felt had been lost in commercialism.  There was a reason behind the center's location, as the area has historical ties to Christmas.  "The first documented Christmas tree in America was in Lancaster (city) in 1821," Morrison was quoted saying to the Lancaster newspapers in 2018.  "It was the Germans that started the tree.  Possibly Martin Luther by putting candles on the tree.  So many things happen with immigration.  They brought their traditions to Lancaster.  They would wrap the tree in cotton to look like the new-fallen snow.  All the references came from Lancaster and those trees.  it's just a strong Christmas tradition in this area.  And I wanted people to learn about that."  For 20 years, Morrison estimated tens of thousands of people made their way through the museum each year to marvel at the antique decorations that took visitors on a journey through Christmas history; the center was featured in national magazines and on the Travel Channel.  I must admit that my wife and I made many trips to the Center to see the ornamentation and trains running.  Morrison and co-owner Dave Murtagh closed the Christmas Center on January 7, 2018, largely because of their ages.  About a year later, Morrison and Murtagh sold the contents of the center to David Abel for an undisclosed price.  Abel is the steward of Stone Gables Estate in West Donegal Township, where he led the reconstruction of the iconic Star Barn and surrounding outbuildings.  He plans to put the Christmas collection in the reconstructed Belmont Barn, which was dismantled along Fruitville Pike in 2015 and is currently in storage. The center still operates each Christmas season in a leased warehouse in Dauphin County that's about 5 miles north of Stone Gables Estate.  A celebration of life to remember Morrison, open to the public, will be held at the Star Barn, 1 Hollinger Lane, West Donegal Township, 2-5 p.m., Nov. 20.  Morrison will be buried in a private ceremony at a cemetery in his hometown of Haddonfield, New Jersey.  Before his death, Morrison approved the engravings for his headstone.  Etched on the headstone, in descending order, will be his name, birth date, and the title by which he most enjoyed being called: "SANTA".  RIP Dear Santa!   It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.  

The "50 Most Common Passwords" Story

It was an ordinary day.  Reading an article that listed the most common passwords that people use to open whatever they may have secretly created.  Article said that if you use one of the most common passwords, you're an easy target for hackers.  So...just in case, here's how to stay safe.  First...stop me if this sounds familiar:  You're setting up (yet another) online account when you're prompted to enter a password.  It's just easier to go with one of your most common passwords, am I right?  Maybe you'll include the word "password" in there - no chance of forgetting that! -  and "123" if numbers are required.  Or perhaps you go with your kid's or pet's name and an easy-to-remember date, like a birthday or anniversary.  Done..and...done.  NOT SO FAST!  If a password is frequently resued or easy to guess, bad actors can more easily gain access to email, banking and social media accounts, resulting in identity theft and financial loss.  Recent examples, like the Microsoft and 23and Me breaches, illustrate the consequences of weak password use, with attackers employing password-spraying and credential-stuffing attacks using easily guessed or reduced credentials respectively."  Easy-to-remember passwords are convenient, but their potential downsides can be devastating.  A weak and predictable password is easy to crack.  Hackers may use software that guesses the most common passwords, and other freely available tools on the dark web (a hidden part of the internet notorious for criminal activity) may comb through your social media profiles to look for important names and dates that are likely to appear in your password.  Even if your password is long and strong, using the same one is a bad idea.  If a company experiences a data breach - which happens more often than you may realize - cybercriminals won't just have access to one of your accounts; they'll be able to access many.  Makes sense, no?  Unfortunately, the logic hasn't convinced most of us to use unique, complex passwords.  The importance of selecting strong passwords is clear...right?  It begs the question:  What is the most common password in the world?  After all, if you know hackers' first guess, you can avoid it at all costs.  As a surprise to no one, perhaps, the most common password is 123456, according to Nord Security, a company that makes cybersecurity products, including NordVPN virtual private network software to browse the web anonymously and a password manager app called NordPass. So, I will list the 50 most common passwords so that you may choose NOT to use any of them for yourself:  123456, admin, 12345678, 123456789, 1234, 12345, password, 123, Aa123456, 1234567890, 1234567, 123123, 111111, Password, 12345678910, 000000, admin123, 1111, P@assw0rd, root, 654321, qwerty, Pass@123, 112233, 102030, bunt, abc123, Aa@123456, abcd1234, 1q2w3e4r, 123321, qwertyuiop, 87654321, Eliska81, 123123123, 11223344, 0987654321, demo, 12341234, qwerty123, Admin@123, 1q2w3e4r5t, 11111111, pass, Demo@123, azerty, admintelecom, Admin, 123meklozed.  So there you have the 50 most common passwords.  If at all possible, don't use any of them for you have to realize that if someone wants to solve your password to get into your information...they will most certainly try each of those 50 passwords to get into your account.  Now...I also found another list of most used passwords from NordPass, but many are the same as I already listed and I'm sure you aren't ready to look at yet another huge list of passwords.  An increasingly popular alternative to a password is a passkey.  Major tech companies, including Microsoft, Amazon, Apple and Google, have already adopted the technology.  To access a website or app, a passkey relies on a string of encrypted data stored in your phone or laptop and verification from you via a face or fingerprint scan or a PIN code.  "Passkeys also ensure a user-friendly and secure alternative to traditional passwords. Passkeys are device-based authentication methods that do not require the user to remember any credentials, significantly reducing the risk of phishing and credential theft."  Hope some of this helps you escape being hacked!  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

The "A Hot Halloween Is Likely! Story

It was an ordinary day.  Halloween!  And, Lancaster County, my hometown, could be scarring up a new heat record on Halloween.  Today's heat will challenge the high temperature record set nearly 80 years ago.  Now...that's a long time ago!  I was being pushed around in a buggy back in those days!  Temperatures today cold threaten the 81-degree record set in 1946, according to the Millersville Weather Information Center.  The high is part of a brief heat wave making its way through the county through the end of this month.  "We're currently forecasting a high of 80, but that 81 record could easily be tied with enough sunshine," Weather Center Director Kyle Elliott said.  Temperatures are expected to cool to he upper 60s by the time youngsters head out in search of treats today.  Trick-or-treating is scheduled for 6 to 8 p.m. across Lancaster County, rain or shine.  Because Halloween occurs at the turn of seasons, the holiday is occasionally marked by extreme weather.  In 2011, Lancaster trick-or-treaters had to wear snow boots as they went door to door after nearly 5 inches of snow fell October 29.  Is it any wonder that I tend to get colds in this kind of weather?  This year's heat comes during one of the driest Octobers recorded in Lancaster County history.  As of this past Tuesday, only 0.04 inches of rain had been recorded in Lancaster this month.  The only drier October was in 1963, when no rain at all fell.  "In aggregate, this month will be remembered for its tranquility, persistent warmth, crisp nights and plentiful sunshine," Elliott wrote in a weather forecast discussion Friday.  "Warm-weather lover or not, it's hard to complain about this weather!"  But, dry conditions have led to a series of woods fires, with emergency dispatchers reporting well over 40 fire emergencies since the beginning of the month.  Lancaster officially reached a moderate drought stage last week, according to the U.S. Drought Monitor (whatever that is!).  Parts of Chester, Montgomery and Bucks counties are experiencing severe drought conditions, and Philadelphia has recorded its driest October in more than 20 years, with no rainfall so far this month, according to the National Weather Service.  If I didn't know that I was back home in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania...I would swear that I was in my favorite hot locale known as St. Martin/Sint Maarten.  Oh how I miss that place!  Beautiful sunny days with trips to the beach for a dip in beautiful waters of the island known as Sint Maarten/St. Martin.  Oh well!  Those were the good ole days.  I'll just have to enjoy my record setting sun today by sitting in my back yard on my lounge chair!  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.   PS - Dear Barbara...Carol and I will be thinking of you as we sit in the sun today, wishing we were with you in Sint Maarten.     

The, Pennsylvania Man Named World's Pumpkin King

It was an ordinary day.  Reading about the pumpkin king who is proud, boastful, hellbent on a dynasty of huge gourds, year after year, after ascending to the world's throne last week.  Dave and Carol Stelts, giant pumpkin growers from Western Pennsylvania, won the much-coveted "Grower of the Year" (GOTY) at the 29th annual Ohio Valley Giant Pumpkin Growers Weigh-off on October 14, weighing three pumpkins that totaled a whopping 7,729 pounds.  That's about the size of an African elephant.  Stelt's largest pumpkin - 2,731.5 pounds - was just 18 pounds shy of the current U.S. and world record.  "We suddenly slayed it," Dave, 65, told the Inquirer on Oct. 18.  Last month, the Inquirer spent a day at Stelt's "Valley of Giants farm in Enon Valley, about 45 mils northwest of Pittsburgh in Lawrence County, where he obsessed over the states of his giants, which were still on the vine, and whether he would defeat his biggest rivals, the Paton Brothers, who grow pumpkins along the southern coast of England.  They're all friendly rivals, prone to rib one another every chance they can.  During that visit, Stelts made it clear the GOTY award was his mission, not the world record.  While his home was filled with dozens of ribbons, pumpkin-shaped trophies and fake, giant checks, the GOTY was a void in his life.  Stelts said the world record could be a fluke, a stroke of luck.  Grower of the year is awarded to the competitor whose top three pumpkins weigh the most.  Last month, Stelts hinted that winning the GOTY might prompt him to retire and take Carol on a summer vacation, finally.  The award seems to have only fueled his pumpkin passion, though.  He's not going to let the Patons take his throne.  "Oh yeah, I have to keep beating those limeys," he said.  The Paton brothers couldn't immediately be reached for comment.  "They weren't as heavy as they thought and we have heavier than we thought," Stelts said.  When the Inquirer spoke with Ian Paton last month, he described giant pumpkin growing as a "sickness" and mentioned his quest to break the 3,000. pound mark. "None of this is normal," he said.  And, I'd have to agree!  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.    

OK...So What Does The "O" In O'clock Stand For? Story

It was an ordinary day.  Weather is beautiful in dear old Lancaster, Pennsylvania and I am sitting in my second bedroom/office preparing to type yet another story for my beloved blog..."Extraordinary stories from an ordinary guy!"  First of all...Thank You so much for reading my stories on a daily basis.  I realize that some may not be as interesting as others, but I don't always have an exciting day to share with everyone.  Some stories might have happened in the past while others might be from yesterday or a few days ago...while yet others may be telling of what I anticipate to happen in the near or distant future.  Well, my exciting story today has to do with what the "o" in o'clock stands for.  Though some folks think that the "o" stands for "on the," it actually comes from the phrase "of the clock."  When we use the word o'clock, we're saying that it's a particular hour "according to the clock."  For example, "it's almost 4 o'clock" means the same thing as "it is almost 4 according to the clock."  According to the Oxford English Dictionary, the phrase "of the clock" can trace its origin back to 1384.  This coincides with the growing popularity of mechanical clocks in Europe, the first of which were thought to have been built between 1270 and 1300 in northern Italy and southern Germany.  Before this, time was often measured by sundials or shadow clocks.  As clocks became more prevalent, "of the clock" became a standard way to indicate time.  These days no one says, "I'll meet you at 6 of the clock."  We say, "See ya at 6 o'clock."  The Oxford English Dictionary cites 1419 as the first known use of the contraction o'clock, just a few decades after the debut of the phrase "of the clock."  So...just how did the "of the clock" morph into "o'clock"?  As they do with many cumbersome words and phrases, people naturally shortened "of the clock" to "o'clock" for quicker and easier communication.  "Because it's a set phrase for telling time, it's not surprising that it got shortened over time because we're staying it fast," says Anne Curzan, PhD, a professor of English, linguistics and education at the University of Michigan.  As Michael Adams, PhD., a professor of English and linguistics at Indiana University, explains, the abbreviation makes sense when you understand how the English language evolves.  "It's unusual for English speakers to retain a lot of words in unstressed positions in a phrase," he says.  "In '1 of the clock,' you've got two unstressed words there: the of and the the.  And it is an invitation to a type of abbreviation.  So it's not "1 of the clock", but "1 o'clock."  You get that nice alternating rhythm there, which is so typical of the cadence of the English language."  As literacy increased and written language became more standardized, the shortened form of o'clock took hold.  "Part of what you have here is that, because these are early enough, the spelling comes to reflect the pronunciation," adds Curzan.  So...what does the clock in o'clock come from?  Now that you know what the "o" in "o'clock" stands for, you may wonder where the clock comes from.  Here's a fascinating fact for you: It has roots in Christianity.  See, the earliest mechanical clocks were in church towers and indicated the time by striking a bell, calling worshippers to Mass or prayer.  The Latin word for bell is clocca.  Sound familiar?  So people referred to time in terms of chimes.  "If you are a monk or a nun, you think of time in terms of bells because the bells will toll, and if it's nine bells, then you know where you're supposed to be praying or singing hymns."  Eventually, smaller clocks became popular, and more homes could afford them.  And many of those timepieces. (grandfather clocks or spring-run clocks) employed a bell that would chime on the quarter hour, half hour or hour.  "So the bell doesn't go away," says Adams.  "The word for bell gets adopted for the thing that tells the time.  And then suddenly we're using the word clock in English."  The standard way to state a precise time is by putting a number in front of o'clock.  But, according to Curzan, by the mid-1800s, you could put a word in front of o'clock as an informal indication of the time of an event.  "So this is when you'll start to see 'dinner o'clock,'" she says.  Though Curzan says the phrase wine o'clock is pretty new, the Oxford English Dictionary cites this example from a 1910 San Francisco Chronicle article:  "I've been here ever since beer o'clock." What are other uses for o'clock?  Today we ask each other, "What time is it?"  In the past, according to Curzan, you could have asked, "What o'clock is it?  We probably don't have to tell you that you won't find that use in the dictionary anymore, since it is now obsolete.  But there are other uses of o'clock that have stuck around.  "Something that we still do today, which we have recorded back to the 1700s, is using 'x o'clock' in terms of directions," says Curzan.  Say you want to alert your friend that her boss is in the restaurant.  You could say, "He's with a woman in the green grass," or you could say, "He's at 9 o'clock.  We also drive with our hands on the steering wheel in the 10 and 2 o'clock positions, "which makes no sense unless you know how we're using those to orient,"  So....before I totally mess you. up...I will quit right now...which happens to be Tuesday, 9:51 A.M.  Now wasn't that so much easier?  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.