Waiting To Exhale

Seven books of the Chinese Tao which date back to circa 400 BC focus entirely on breathing.  Yeah, we know, you’re waiting for the movie.  Even earlier, Hindus considered breath and spirit to be the same thing, describing elaborate practices meant to balance breathing and preserve mental and physical health.  The Buddhists used breathing not only to lengthen their lives but to reach higher planes of consciousness.  Many practitioners of yoga believe the breath contains the body’s life force, or prana, and that working with it can improve health and wellbeing.  Yogic breathing exercises have exhibited a powerful effect on the lungs of patients with severe asthma, decreasing the histamine response that triggers an attack by as much as 20%.  Deep breathing definitely increases oxygen levels in the body, which is essential for the proper functioning of body and mind.  Breathing exercises can also ease tension and stiffness in the body, leading to increased flexibility and mobility.  By focusing on the breath, we can release tension in the body, allowing us to move more freely and comfortably.

No, breathing can’t do everything.  It can’t cure Human Werewolf Syndrome, allow you to leap tall buildings at a single bound or turn J.D.Vance into The Dancing Queen.  But like all Eastern medicines, breathing techniques are brilliant as preventative medicine, a way to retain balance in the body so that milder problems don’t blossom into serious health issues.  For most of us, breathing is a passive action, something we just do.  Breathe and live, stop breathing and die.  But breathing is not binary and it’s not just that we do it that’s important…it’s how we do it.

James Nestor, a noted respiratory researcher, says this: “For me, the perfect breath is this; inhale for 5.5 seconds, then exhale for 5.5 seconds.  That’s 5.5 breaths a minute for a total of about 5.5 liters of air.  You can practice this perfect breathing for a few minutes or a few hours.  When we breathe like this, the circulation in the brain and body will increase while the burden on the heart decreases.  All the while, the diaphragm will drop lower and rise higher, allowing more air to enter the lungs and assisting in pushing blood throughout the body.  It’s for this reason the diaphragm is sometimes referred to a a ‘second heart,’ because it not only beats to its own rhythm but also affects the rate and strength of the heartbeat.”

Nestor should know.  Before his revelations, he’d contracted pneumonia three years running, which is death-rattle territory.  He spent most of his time at home, wheezing.  Finally, after a scary visit to his doctor, he listened to some medical advice and signed up for an introductory course in breathing.  It was there he was introduced to a technique called Sudarshan Kriya.  Here’s Nestor on the experience:

“A bushy-browed woman locked the front door, sat in the middle of the group, inserted a cassette tape into a beat-up boom box and pressed ‘play’.  She told us to close our eyes, inhale slowly through our noses, then to exhale slowly.  Focus on our breath.  I kept breathing but nothing happened…no calmness, no tension release.  After 20 minutes, I was getting irritable, even thought of getting up and leaving, but I didn’t want to be rude.  Then something happened.  I wasn’t conscious of any transformation taking place.  I never felt myself relax or the swarm of nagging thoughts leave my head.  But it was if I’d been taken from one place and deposited somewhere else.  It happened in an instant.”  If this sounds a lot like someone getting stoned for the first time, James swears there was no marijuana smoke in the room.

“There was something wet on my head.  I lifted my hand to wipe it off and noticed my hair was sopping wet.  I ran my hand down my face, felt the sting of sweat in my eyes and tasted salt.  I looked down at my torso and saw sweat blotches on my sweater and jeans.  Everyone had been covered in jackets and hoodies to keep warm but I had somehow sweated through my clothes as if I’d just run a marathon.  The instructor asked if I’d been sick or had a fever.  I told her I felt perfectly fine.  The next day I felt even better.  I had a feeling of calm and quiet that I hadn’t experienced in a long time.  I slept well.  The little things in life didn’t bother me as much.  The tension was gone from my shoulders and neck.  This feeling lasted for a few days before slowly fading away.”  James Nestor went back to the teacher’s place for another session but found only a note and a silver bullet.  “My job here is done,” the note said.  James could swear he heard hoofbeats in the distance.

Breathe Your Troubles Away

Author Kirkland Smulders, the victim of several panic attacks a day during her postpartum depression, was desperate to get a reprieve from her dilemma, which came with a side dish of relentless insomnia.  In a last-ditch attempt to avoid hospitalization, she visited CBT therapist Dr. Robin Hart, who taught her a simple breathing technique that she should start every time she felt a wave of panic coming on.  Hart recorded it on her phone and she clung to that recording for dear life.  Incredibly, it entirely altered her existence.

“It was so simple,” says Smulders, “just breathe in through the nose for 4 seconds, then hold four seconds and breathe out slowly through pursed lips for 8 seconds.  It worked!  Gradually, as I practiced the technique on a daily basis, I felt more confident I had a reliable tool to control my panic instead of letting it control me.”

Ten years went by and there were no further attacks.  When she felt anxiety rise, Kirkland simply went to her modus operandi.  She became absorbed with the science of breathing and interviewed several leading practitioners of the art.  In one of her articles, teacher Richie Bostock likened breathing to “a tool, a Swiss army knife which can be used for many different purposes: to calm us down, rev us up, increase our feelings of happiness, help heal our trauma and enhance sexual and spiritual experiences.”  Whoa!  some of our readers just woke up.

Another Smulders interviewee, Rebecca Dennis of The Breathing Tree used different breathing techniques to release what she called “stuck energy.”  “It was a form of somatic therapy which involved lying on the floor, breathing in a certain way and eventually crying a lot due to some emotional release.  Then a feeling of exhaustion but also complete peace would sweep over me and I felt cleansed, happier and lighter.”  And Tom Hanks tried to tell us there was no crying in therapy. 

Requiem For A Non-Believer

“I squeezed her hand three times, our code for I’m here, I care, I love you,” recalls Stuart Sandeman.  “I was trying to be strong for her but as I stared across the desk at her doctor, I was barely breathing.  It was only a couple of months earlier that my girlfriend, Tiff, had found a pea-sized lump on her chest.  Until that day, we’d been having the time of our lives, a couple of 30-year-olds without a care in the world.  Then, cancer joined the party and dragged the needle violently across the record of our lives.  Now, we were here sitting in silence in the oncology unit of the UCLA Medical Center in Los Angeles waiting for the specialist to give us the news.  Ultimately, we learned the cancer had metastasized, with tumors in her liver, spleen and brain.  When Tiff passed away six month later, I just shut down, bouncing between outbursts of anger and complete withdrawal.”  Sandeman wound up in a breathing workshop with his mom, a gift he’d bought her for Mother’s Day.

A smiling session leader showed him to a seat in the sharing circle.  “Jeez, I thought.  I hate this sort of thing.  They put on some New Age trance music and everyone in the room began to puff.  I opened a wary eye to make sure the whole thing wasn’t some sort of prank and saw my mom was having a high old time, so I stuck with it.”

After a couple of rounds of breathing and shaking and shouting, Stuart was more than ready to can the experiment.  Then, a funny thing happened on the way to the exit ramp.  “It was SO bizarre,” he smiled.  “Suddenly, I could feel electricity surging through my entire body, the kind of vibrations you feel when standing in front of a giant festival speaker.   A wave of emotion roared up inside me.  And then, for the first time in a very long while, I cried and cried and cried.  Not only did I feel the weight of grief being pulled off me, but I felt a lifetime of tension I’d been unknowingly carrying around just dissolve into the atmosphere.  I felt a very strong presence surrounding me and had the distinct feeling that Tiff was there.  It was weird and powerful and life-changing.”

Who could imagine that something as simple as breathing could transform a life, especially in a rigid doubter like Stuart Sandeman.  But it did.  “It became a regular practice for me.  My energy increased, my mind cleared, my fitness levels went through the roof.  Even the voice in my head began to sound a little kinder.  I threw myself into the world of breathing, studied a number of modalities.  Read research journals, hung out with consultants, yogis, healers and gurus.  ME!  And get this---eventually I set up my own small private practice with the goal of introducing more people to this life-changing power.  It was a miracle.”

Many cultures have a long history of using breathing to help people endure the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.  The Chinese qi, Sanskrit prana, Egyptian ka, Hebrew nefesh and ruah, Greek psuche and pneuma, Latin anima and spiritus, Polynesian mana, Iroquoian orenda all highlight the importance of breathing to the body and mind and its connection to something deeper.  And none of them care whether you believe in it or not.

James Nestor's book on the new science of a lost art

That’s all, folks….

bill.killeen094@gmail.com

Mr. Sandman, Send Me A Dream

If Rip Van Winkle was alive today, he’d be in great demand.  Newspaper interviews, late night TV shows, the cop on the corner, all with the same question---hey Rip, what was in that grog that put you to sleep for 18 years---we could use a little ourselves?  Americans are desperate for better sleep and they’re spending piles of money to get it.

The modern-day sleep industry, which includes everything from mattresses to wearable devices to supplements is booming, projected to take in a record high $585 billion in 2024.  As one example, the global sleep apnea devices market, just one subset of the sleep economy, is projected to pull in $13.5 billion this year.  More than a third of U.S. adults claim they slept worse in 2023 than the previous year according to a survey by Sleepfoundation.org., which posits that sleep deprivation is an epidemic affecting physical and mental health.  Just ask Michael Jackson.

Venture capital for sleep tech almost doubled between 2017 and 2021.  One third of Americans have tried a sleep tracker, according to a 2023 survey by the American Academy of Sleep Medicine.  These devices run between $200 and $300 and monitor physical signs such as heart rate and body movement overnight.  A tracker might advise that you get more and better sleep wearing an eye mask or avoiding alcohol or not watching Florida Gator football games.  The majority of people who have tried trackers claim they’re helpful and were inspired by them to change their behavior.

Meanwhile, Time magazine reports that the U.S. mattress industry doubled between 2015 and 2020.  “Smart” mattresses, which generally cost between $2000 and $5000 are a growing section of that market.  These futuristic beds offer a range of features such as the ability to monitor both a person’s body and the sleep environment.  Some can even make automatic adjustments in temperature and firmness if they sense that these factors would optimize someone’s sleep.

Other novel products such as eye masks with unique features, weighted blankets and specially designed pillows for every sleep position are being bought up enthusiastically by weary non-sleepers.  Many users report benefits, others continue to rend their garments in frustration.  The big question is Why?  What’s the root cause of increased sleepless nights?  A Gallup Poll found 57% of Americans are sleeping less because they’re stressed.  And they’re additionally stressed because they’re not  sleeping more.  Wakeful nights are more than inconvenient---they can lead to such thrilling outcomes as diabetes, heart disease, stroke, weight gain and cognitive impairment, not to mention falling down and breaking your nose.  The nation turns its weary eyes to you, Mr. Natural.  Can anyone or anything save us from ourselves?

The Envelope, Please

Almost everyone knows the routine suggestions for avoiding sleeplessness; make the bedroom sleep-friendly, go to sleep at the same time every night, avoid caffeine and alcohol at least six hours before going to bed, get regular physical exercise several hours before retiring.  All wise suggestions, but insufficient for the majority of tossers and turners.  Melatonin works for many, but is better for getting to sleep than staying there.  Valerian will help keep you asleep but has some scary features.  One morning, after a good sleep on Valerian, I was happily driving wide-awake to Ocala from home and next thing I knew I was in the oncoming lane of traffic.  It was just a second or so and I quickly recovered, but if a car had been coming from the opposite direction I might be toast.  That was the last time I took valerian and the problem has never recurred.  If you don’t drive, however, it’s not an issue and valerian usually helps.

Zolpidem is an option.  It works very quickly, usually within a half-hour, but is just a temporary solution.  The drug can be habit-forming and the user will eventually have trouble sleeping without  it.  Zolpidem also has some unhappy possible side effects, like dizziness and constipation.  As with valerian, next-day driving should be verboten.  Other sleep aids which may be purchased OTC are Diphenhydramine (Benedryl) and Doxylamine (Unisom), both with similar side effects as Zolpidem.  Check with your pharmacist to learn whether any sleep aid conflicts with your regular medications.  You wouldn’t want to turn into a frog or find yourself on Main Street baying at the moon.  If you do discover yourself doing the latter, say hello to Randall Roffe for us.

Alternatives:

Luc Beaudoin has done a lot of thinking about the sleeplessness problem and he has a few ideas.  Beaudoin surmises the sleep/wake switch in our brains needs to know it’s safe for us to go to sleep before letting us crash.  The brain reads the room, scans the activity in our cortex to see if it’s doing things that suggest we ought to stay awake or other things which suggest it’s okay to pass out.  If you’re involved in mental activity which is oriented around coherent thoughts and attempts to make sense of things, the sleep/wake part of your brain is going to intuit that it’s not safe to go to sleep.  So what might happen if you purposefully engage in incoherent nonsense thoughts and images?  Is this the Holy Grail in the search for sleep?  Your mind is blocked from engaging in worrying and sensible thoughts which keep you awake, but also enables you to access your brain’s sleep switch more directly by essentially mimicking what it does right before falling asleep.

Here is a simplification of Beaudoin’s Cognitive Shuffle strategy:

1. As you’re lying in bed, think of a random, emotionally neutral word that has at least five letters, like BEDTIME.

2. Think of a second word that begins with the letter B, like BIGHEAD and visualize that item.  Keep it up with BANANA, BEDBUG, BLATHERSKATE, visualizing each.

3. If and when you run out of Bs, move on to another letter and repeat the process.  If you’re still awake, keep it up until you have either fallen asleep or completed the dictionary.

If all this seems like so much foolishness, consider that Beaudoin and his colleagues recruited 154 university students who reported having difficulty shutting off their brains at sleepy-time.  All completed questionnaires to measure their level of alertness before going to bed, how much effort it usually took to get to sleep and the quality of that sleep.  They were then randomly assigned to various sleep strategies.  The group using an imagery-based mind-wandering strategy like the one above answered another questionnaire one month later and had significant improvement in all three areas---quality of sleep, ease of getting to sleep and mental state before going to bed.  So there.

Once all the simple suggestions for enhanced sleep have been tried and failed, it might be time to wander off into more remote pastures.  Luc Beaudoin is waiting to welcome you in.  Here, have a BANANA.

Blinded By The Light

You’ve tried everything reasonable and nothing works.  Time to climb up into the sleep attic and dig through the boxes of weird stuff.  Here’s what we’ve found so far:

Clarence in Maine swears by this one: “When I was a little kid, I thought Bigfoot was staring at me through my window at night.  If I moved even one bit he would break through and kill me, like Bigfeet do.  I would be so focused on staying perfectly still that it helped me fall asleep in a minute or two.  Okay, I was a weird kid, but it worked.”

Charlie in South Dakota used to lay awake for hours, thinking someone might break in and stab him.  One night he decided to lay on his side and turn his head to face the ceiling.  “That way if someone broke in and tried to stab me they would think I was lying on my back and only stab me in the side, not in the chest',” he reasoned.  “Once I had that covered, I went to sleep right away.”

Streetside says everybody should try being homeless for a few days.  “Sleeping conditions really suck.  You could get beat up, someone might rob you, the cops hassle you all the time and sometimes it’s freezing.  You have to find ways to get to sleep in spite of it all.  I remember stuffing bubblewrap in my clothes to stay warm and keeping an axe under my pillow to defend myself.  After a little bit of this, you can sleep through anything.  Having an actual bed is like heaven.”

Greta guarantees that meditation works.  “Most people know the drill but they give up.  I have to admit it also took me a while to get the hang of it.  You have to just empty your mind.  If some train of thought starts to invade, cast it out right away.  Essentially, just stop thinking, focus on emptying your mind.  Maybe focus on breathing.  It breaks the habit of overthinking everything, which keeps you awake.”

Eddie likes noise.  “I need a light fan blowing to keep the other noises out.  Sometimes, I need it blowing on me if I’m not in my own house to keep me cool.  White noise from the TV on an empty station works, too.  I cover the screen with a towel to keep out the light.  Then I pretend to sleep and I usually go right off.  If none of that works, well, 100 mgs. of Trazadone will do the job.  400 mgs. if you’re hopeless.

Shelley read that in World War II, the Air Force trained pilots to fall asleep fast so they’d be rested and ready for sudden missions.  “They focused on relaxing all the muscles in the body, starting from the head and ending at the feet.  I relax the muscles at the top of my head, then my face, shoulders, etc.  I don’t think I’ve ever made it past my shoulders before falling asleep.”

Molly says “No caffeine.  At all.  EVER!”  And she has a lot of company.

Jorge advises “Join the Army.  They’ll work you so hard you’ll learn to sleep anytime you can…standing…daytime….next to an active helicopter…near gunfire.  If you can find a way to sleep when people are actively trying to kill you, then dealing with the stress you get from Brenda in accounting seems pretty easy.”

And finally, this from Maria.  It works, we tried it.  “Put an album by Ian and Sylvia on your disc player, volume not too high, CD player on the other side of the room.  You won’t make it past the third song.  Works every time.”

Nothing works for everyone, but it just takes one appropriate modus operandi to send you to the Land of Nod.  Let us know what works for you.  We’ll be up at seven a.m.  Or maybe six, depending….

Rip

That’s all, folks….

bill.killeen094@gmail.com

         

Waiting For Godzilla

It’s ten a.m. on the morning of September 26 and no one would suspect a monster was lurking.  It’s a cloudy day, slight breeze, temperature at 79, a little quiet on the country roads of bucolic Fairfield, Florida.  The wife and I went next door to move any loose paraphernalia on a vacationing neighbor’s property into his garage, then took our usual one-mile walk down 112th Avenue.  A mile is plenty of time to consider the possibilities, which range from nothing untoward happening to a tree falling on the house and the cat escaping, never to be seen again.  We have a history of feline hysteria so Siobhan is taking grave measures to prevent this from happening.  You don’t want to know.

Our trees, of course have been manicured to fall outward if at all, but the Cosmic Arranger, who decides these things, is capable of dumping them anywhere he pleases.  Hay for the horses has been covered with a tarp held in place by heavy enough objects to deter a normal windstorm, but this one is anything but.  The Generac is gassed up and ready to go since it’s only a matter of time until electrical power is a thing of the past.  The horses have open doors to their stalls and can proceed as they please.  That just leaves nine finicky goats, who will be very displeased by the whole affair.  Our goats don’t cotton to water in their fields, absolutely abhor puddles and won’t stand for disruptions in their feeding schedule.  No sensible explanation will suffice, any late meals will be greeted with outraged baahing and head-shaking and letters to the editor of the Caprine Daily News.  It turns out that most goats have suffered the blight of home-schooling and have never been taught that patience is a virtue.

Quo Vadis

Dinnertime Thursday, and we all wait for guidance from our weather gurus, an odd lot with strange agendas.  The new guy at Channel 20 is stubbornly insisting Helene will barge in further east than anybody thinks.  He has a little penis-like (disturbingly curved) arrow running from the middle of the storm directly into Gainesville, although he seems willing to compromise on Cross City.  Most of the Weather Channel pros are pointing to somewhere between Panacea and Apalachicola.  A healthy number of Tallahasseeans, only 31 miles inland from Panacea are heading for whatever hills they can find.  All our fisherman friends with properties in Steinhatchee and Horseshoe Beach are cringing in fear and gnawing their fingernails to the quick.

The experts are telling anyone who will listen that this storm is a devil in disguise, not just a windstorm happy to take a large bite out of the coastline and go about its business, but one which will roar inland and keep itself together long enough to make Sherman’s march through Georgia look like the Rose Parade.  And Pedro---batten the hatches at South of the Border, it’s coming your way, too.

It’s stunning to contemplate what a tornado, flood or hurricane can do to humans and their meager creations in the blink of an eye.  One day there’s a nice little town like Mexico Beach sitting there minding its own business, next day there’s barely a trace it ever existed.  Too bad we can’t pen up all the tree-muggers and anthracite-lovers in one of these  destinations and let ‘er rip.  As a famous Cajun once said, it’s the environment, stupid.

 

Tell Us About Hurricanes, Mr. Science

 “Where do they come from, where do they go?  Where do they come from, Cotton-Eye Joe ?”

There are six widely accepted conditions for hurricane development.  The first is that ocean waters must be above 79 degrees Fahrenheit.  Below this threshold, hurricanes will not form or will weaken rapidly.  Ocean temperatures in the tropical East Pacific and the tropical Atlantic routinely surpass this threshold, and as global warming heats up the ocean waters will measure above 79 for longer periods.

The second ingredient is distance from the equator.  Without the spin of the Earth and the resulting Corioles force, hurricanes would not form.  Since the force is at a maximum at the poles and a minimum at the equator, hurricanes can not form within 5 degrees latitude of the equator.  The Corioles force generates a counterclockwise spin to low pressure in the Northern Hemisphere and a clockwise spin to low pressure in the Southern Hemisphere.  Didn’t know that, didja?

The third ingredient is that of a saturated lapse rate gradient near the center of rotation of the storm.  A saturated lapse rate insures latent heat will be released at a maximum rate.  Hurricanes are warm core storms.  The heat hurricanes generate is from the condensation of water vapor as it conveniently rises around the eyewall.  The lapse rate must be unstable around the eyewall to insure rising parcels of air will continue to rise and condense water vapor.

Now we’ve got one you’re familiar with.  The fourth and one of the most important ingredients is that of a low vertical wind shear, especially in the upper level of the atmosphere.  Wind shear is a change of wind speed with height.  Strong upper level winds destroy the storm’s structure by displacing the warm temperatures above the eye and limiting the vertical accent of air parcels.  Hurricanes will not form when the upper level winds are too strong.

The fifth ingredient is high relative humidity values from the surface to the mid levels of the atmosphere.  Dry air in the mid levels of the atmosphere impedes hurricane development in two ways.  First, dry air causes evaporation of liquid water.  Since evaporation is a cooling process, it reduces the warm core structure of the hurricane and limits vertical development of convection.  Second, dry air in the mid levels can create what is known as a trade wind inversion.  The inversion is similar to sinking air in a high pressure system.  The trade wind inversion produces a layer of warm temperatures and dryness in the mid levels of the atmosphere due to sinking and adiabatic warming of the mid level air.  This inhibits deep convection and produces a stable lapse rate.  Got it?  No?  Okay, “adiabatic” means relating to a process or condition in which heat does not enter or leave the system concerned.  Better?  Good.

Finally, the last ingredient is that of a tropical wave.  Often, a hurricane in the Atlantic begins as a thunderstorm complex which moves off the coast of Africa.  It becomes what is known as a midtropospheric wave.  If this wave encounters favorable conditions such as stated in the first five ingredients, it will amplify and evolve into a tropical storm or hurricane.  Hurricanes in the East Pacific can develop via a midtropospheric wave or by what is know as a monsoonal trough.  But who cares about them, right?

Galveston, 1900

Disa & Data

1.—In 1281 A.D., a hurricane killed 100,000 unlucky Mongols who were attacking Japan.  The Japanese soldiers thanked the storm gods for the kamikaze, which means “divine wind from the gods.”

2.---During the Galveston hurricane of 1900, nuns used ropes to tie themselves to rows of children in orphanages.  “It seemed like a good idea at the time,” lamented their Mother Superior.  Alas, the floodwater would have its way.  After the storm abated, the nuns were found still tied to the children, all drowned.

3.---After Hurricane Dorian swept through North Carolina in 2019, some of the locals decided to check on the famous herds of horses and cows of Cedar Island.  They were stunned to find 17 cows and 28 horses completely missing.  Later, many of the bodies of these animals washed up on shore.  The ones which didn’t were presumed to have been lost at sea.  A couple of days later, however, 3 cows were found happily grazing on the shores of Cape Lookout, five miles away.  Noone has a very good explanation.

4.---Cyclone Freddy was like The Man Who Came To Dinner….he just wouldn’t leave.  Formed off the coast of Australia in February of 2023, Freddy hung around for five weeks, taking in the sights and travelling the width of the Indian Ocean before making landfall in Madagascar.  The World Meteorological Organization confirmed in 2024 that Freddy was the longest lasting tropical cyclone ever observed.  Contacted in a retirement home in downtown Tsiroanomandidy, Freddy said, “Hey, you only live once.  Go for the gusto!”

5.---Kenny was a homeless guy who roamed the French Quarter in New Orleans in 2005, occasionally helping out at one of the better restaurants in town, being paid in fancy leftovers.  When Katrina loomed on the horizon, the owners installed Kenny inside the building so he’d be safe and could keep an eye on things.  When the monster storm hit and the city was flooded, all contact was lost and the owners assumed the worst---Kenny was out with the tide.  Ah, but no so fast, my friends!

Once the electricity went down, Kenny thought the responsible thing to do was to cook up all the food, which would otherwise spoil.  The restaurant stocked the finest meats in town and the menu there was first class, so Kenny invited a few friends over for pheasant under glass and pate de fois gras, their favorites.  He also admitted to downing a few bottles of the place’s finest champagne but promised to make it up to the owners.  Two weeks later when they were finally able to access the restaurant, there stood Kenny in all his glory, 20 pounds heavier and none the worse for wear.

Sunday Morning, Coming Down

Beguiling almost everyone, Hurricane Helene scurried a little east of the majority of predictions and blasted poor little Perry, Florida at 11:10 p.m.  With winds reaching a scary 140 mph, the category 4 storm ranks among the most powerful ever to strike the USA.  Our pals in nearby Cedar Key were left reeling, with some houses completely obliterated.  Keaton Beach, with a surge of 20 feet, was decimated.  Any building left standing was passed slowly and regarded with awe.  Power was out everywhere, of course, as unending convoys of electrical trucks from around the country poured in to tackle the forest of downed trees and tangled wires.  We lost power here at Flying Pie headquarters on Thursday night and got it back on Sunday, mid-afternoon, grateful for the gift of Generac.

True to the promise of Weather Channel, Helene savaged Georgia, Tennessee and North Carolina, where our old pal Leslie Logan was last seen on a ratty home-made raft heading due North out of Highlands.  Leslie was a good swimmer in her younger years, and very buoyant, but who knows how her aging body will stand the tests of time and turbulence?  If you see her floating by, throw out a line, she’ll be forever grateful and you’ll be paid back with a glowing smile and sumptuous baked goods.

That’s all, folks….

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Some Guys Have All The Luck

“Luck, be a lady tonight.”---Robert Alda

Does Luck exist?  Is it a thing, like gravity or pickled herring or is it just another myth to be winked at and discarded?  And if it is in fact a thing, why do some people win the lottery four times while others invariably drive into potholes?  Inquiring minds want to know.

Richard Wiseman thinks he’s got a handle on it.  An author and psychology professor at the University of Hertfordshire, Wiseman wrote a book about luck and in the process discovered that there really are such things as lucky and unlucky people.  “We worked with exceptionally lucky and unlucky people in our research,” he says.  “There are huge differences in their lives.  Lucky people are always in the right place at the right time, unlucky people just can’t catch a break.  I think a big part of that, though not all, is the way in which they’re thinking and behaving.”  Wiseman posits that psychological behaviors are what determine the luck a person perceives in his life.

“People who believe lucky things happen to them tend to fare better than people who feel unlucky,” Wiseman claims.  “The lucky people tend to bounce back from adversity while the unlucky ones get dragged down by failure.  The lucky people are flexible thinkers more open to opportunities when they come along.  As Seneca once said, ‘Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.’  If you feel unlucky, change up what you’re doing, take a different way home from work, change your TV shows, look for a different type of partner.  You can absolutely change your luck.”

Maybe.  But how do you explain the guys below?

Strike One! 

On August 24, 1919, Ray Caldwell put on a Cleveland Indians uniform for the first time.  It was a brutally hot day, but clear as the game started.  Just waived by the Boston Red Sox, Caldwell was at the crossroads of his career and another bad outing could mean the end of his major league pitching days. 

Five years earlier, Ray was the bees’ knees, a transcendent talent on his way to becoming one of the greatest pitchers ever, but demon alcohol got in the way and knocked him out of the box.  Cleveland manager Tris Speaker, in a desperate push for the playoffs, got him for almost nothing from the Bosox and gave him one more chance.

Ray Caldwell was on his game that day against the Philadelphia Athletics, mowing down batter after batter with an above-average fastball and an elite curve.  In a pinch, he went to his devastating out pitch, one of baseball’s best spitters, still legal in 1919.  After eight innings, the A’s had only four hits and a walk and the game looked in the bag for the home boys.  A few fans headed for the exits, noting rain clouds coming in from over Lake Erie.  Then, a funny thing happened on the way to the clubhouse.

Caldwell got two easy infield outs, the latter in a now-pouring rain.  As he got set to pitch to Philly shortstop Ray Chapman, however, a violent lightning strike exploded down the middle of the field.  Chapman felt a surge of electricity go down a leg and yowled like a scalded dog.  The Cleveland fielders dove for the ground.  “I took off my mask and threw it as far as I could,” said Indians catcher Steve O’Neill.  “I was afraid the metal in the mask would get me killed.”

Five seconds after the bolt hit, everybody looked around.  Everyone seemed okay except for their newest teammate.  Ray Chapman was laying on his back, arms spread wide, out cold, the victim of a direct hit.  The players rushed over to Caldwell but the first man who touched him jumped back with a shout.  He’d been zapped by Caldwell’s prone body.  The players just fell back and stared at Caldwell’s chest, still smoldering from where the bolt hit.  The observers were terrified to touch him and nobody did.  “Ray’s dead,” one of them murmured and nobody doubted it.

Enter Lady Luck, stage left.  Suddenly, Caldwell started groaning, crawled back to his knees, then stood for his immortal sentence: “I have one more out to get!”  Nobody moved.  “Give me the danged ball and turn me toward the plate!” he insisted.  Who’s going to argue with the Lightning Man?  Everyone went back to their positions and A’s shortstop Jumping Joe Dugan came up to bat.  Caldwell’s first pitch was down the middle and Dugan laced it to third, where Willie Gardner picked it up and threw him out.  Fait accompli!

After the game, a ragged Caldwell told a Cleveland Plain Dealer reporter, “It felt like somebody picked up a board and whacked me on top of the head.  But I got a complete game win, so what the hell!”  If Ray hustled out of the locker room to the nearest bar that day, nobody complained.  They were probably all in there with him.

That’s The Way That The World Goes ‘Round

When it comes to luck, it’s hard to beat Frano Selak, often called the luckiest unlucky man in the world.  In 1962, Selak survived a train accident that killed 17 people.  In 1966, a bus he was riding in skidded off the road, drowning four, but not Frano, who swam to shore with just a few cuts and bruises.  Two years later, while teaching his son how to hold a gun, Selak shot himself in the testicles.  In both 1970 and 1973, he experienced automobile accidents in which the cars caught fire; Frano escaped without a scratch.  In 1995, he was hit by a bus in Zagreb; no sweat, just minor injuries.  A year later, he avoided a collision with a truck by swerving into a guardrail, causing Frano (no seat belt, of course) to fall 300 feet into a ravine.  Fate finally decided Selak had enough.  In 2003, he won the Croatian national lottery, earning him a prize of one million euros.  If at first you don’t succeed….

Lucky Ducks

We always try to be nowhere in the neighborhood when an Atomic Bomb goes off.  Not so, Tsutomu Yamaguchi, an employee at Mitsubishi Heavy Industries, who was in Hiroshima on business in 1945 when the first nuclear bomb was dropped.  Although he was injured, Tsutomu survived the blast.  You’d think that would enough fun for one guy, but not Mr. Yamaguchi.  After a quick recovery, he returned to the family home in---you guessed it---Nagasaki, just in time for the second whoop-de-doo.  Now, this sort of thing is enough to piss off even Mary Poppins so Tsutomo became a vocal protestor for the rest of his life.  In a memorable  comment on the matter, he once said “Well, you know, it kinda gripes my butt.”  In 2009, Japan officially recognized Yamaguchi as a survivor of both blasts, making him the only person in the world to survive two nuclear explosions.  He lived to a ripe old age of 93, just to be ornery.

It’s bad enough to be blind and deaf, but that wasn’t good enough for Edward E. Robinson.  Eddie was wandering around the yard looking for his chicken while swinging his aluminum cane when it started to pour.  Robinson took refuge under the only tree in the area, which was just too tempting for wandering lightning.  They say the odds of getting struck by the stuff are 1 in 12,000 but that day they were 100% for Eddie.  He lay on the ground for 20 minutes before stumbling to his feet and struggling back to his house and going to bed (“Getting hit by lightning can tire you out,” he later advised.)  Surprisingly, when Robinson woke up later in the evening, he could see and hear.  His stunned doctor said Eddie likely survived the blast due to the rubber-soled shoes he was wearing.  “Normally, I wouldn’t recommend getting hit by lightning,” said the doc, “but if you’re blind and deaf and can’t find your chicken….”

Everybody over seventy knows who Scrooge McDuck is.  “He’s the richest duck on the pond,” avers his nephew, Donald.  But how did he get that way?  How does a duck born in Scotland of poor but honest parents wind up in America with a money bin in his back yard?  It’s a long but inspiring story.

When Scrooge was ten years old, he was dead broke.  He earned his first dime by cleaning the mud from Butch the ditchdigger’s shoes.  Surrounded by poverty, McDuck knew early on he had to go elsewhere to find his fortune.  In his teen years, he traveled the world working and sent most of his money home.  Eventually, he got lucky, finding an enormous gold nugget while prospecting in the Yukon.  Some say he then hired a mob of thugs to chase a tribe of locals away and took over their territory.  Others argue that Scrooge was an honest fellow who “made his fortune being tougher than the toughies and sharper than the sharpies.”

Scrooge, himself, once admitted “It was just dumb luck, but dumb luck is better than no luck at all.  But I don’t care what people call it.  I love my money bin.  I like to dive into it from my diving board.  I like to burrow through it like a gopher.  I like to throw the money up in the air and have it come down and hit me on the head.  If this is luck, I’ll take all you got!”

Luck.  Fact or fiction?  Chuck LeMasters is alive.  Steve Ringer prospers.  Bill Killeen is schmoozing with Rhonda Vincent.  Marty Jourard is mayor of Seattle.  Is there any doubt?

That’s all, folks….

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Mothers Of Invention

Scientists have now created an Artificial Intelligence model that can detect alien life, according to a study published in the journal PNAS.  No, really.  The new algorithm can distinguish between samples of biological and nonbiological origin more than 90% of the time after being trained using living cells, fossils, meteorites and lab-made chemicals, according to Live Science magazine.  “Put another way, the method should be able to detect alien biochemistries as well as Earth life,” says Robert Hazen, co-author of the study.  “These results mean that we may be able to find a lifeform from another planet, another biosphere, even if it is very different from the life we know on Earth,” Hazen speculates.  “And if we do find signs of life elsewhere, we can tell if life on Earth and other planets derived from a common or different origin.”

Big deal.  Our Fairfield neighbor Gary Borse has lifeforms from another planet dropping in to his place for tea and squid almost every week.  “They’re very friendly,” assures Borse.  “Sometimes they stop at Uppercrust on the way over to get cannolis.  Bill Killeen thinks we’re all high on primo weed over here, which may be true, but we can still tell an ET from some guy from Cleveland.  There was once a time when nobody believed Godzilla existed either and look how that turned out.”

Before you scoff, you should know that Gary offers open invitations to doubters to show up at future Space Jams at his helipad far above Reddick.  “You have to enter into this with an open mind,” he stresses.  “If you’re determined you won’t see any ETs, you won’t.  Like with Tinkerbell.”  By the way, bring your own refreshments.

Mr. Roboto

The robot overlords aren’t here just yet but a new video from an AI robotics company illustrates they might be closer than you think.  A bot called Figure 01, infused with a dose of OpenAI’s magic potion, gave the entity “a new level of visual reasoning and language understanding,” according to a post on X from founder Brett Adcock.  In a demo, Figure 01 can be seen putting away dishes, cleaning up trash and picking the winner of the fourth race at Santa Anita.  As the bot moves, it does so with smooth precision, which means better than all you septuagenarians.  Alas, its speaking abilities aren’t perfect---there’s a slight delay between the prompt from a human and the response.  However, there’s been a dramatic speed-up in a newer robot, which approaches human levels.

In October of 2023, Boston Dynamics programmed one of their robot dogs to talk using ChatGPT, then let one of them (“Spot,” of course) act as a tour guide at their facility.  In a video, Spot can be seen responding to difficult prompts from different human users, tossing cornhole beanbags directly at the targets and giving strategically placed fire hydrants a wide berth as he passes by.  When a human complains of being thirsty, Spot veers off course down a side corridor.  “Well, here we are at the coffee machine and snack bar,” the faux dog advises.  Sure it sounds good, but the dimwit still won’t chase a ball.

Walk Like An Egyptian

Walking is a valuable form of exercise but for many people we know it’s a challenge.  Aging, illness, muscle weakness all take their toll, which is why the South Korean company WIRobotics created WIM, a robotic assist device a would-be walker can strap around his waist and legs.  The new invention reduces the energy needed to walk by about 20%, potentially allowing walkers to go further and feel less tired.  The AI technology analyzes gait and predicts your movements, becoming smarter over time and giving you feedback on your performance.  Where other wearable robots are designed to meet industrial and medical needs, WIM was developed for the general public to use purely when walking for exercise.  The entire device weighs a mere 3 pounds and folds up to the size of a clutch purse.  WIM can also be used in an exercise mode, providing resistance similar to walking in water and targeting specific muscles.

While you’re ambulating over the hill, you may suddenly feel the need to pee.  Or maybe you won’t.  For the latter crowd, which includes people with spinal cord injuries or neurological conditions like multiple sclerosis, a brain-bladder disconnect can cause infections, incontinence and other unpleasant symptoms.  Those busy South Koreans are at it again at MEDiThings, debuting a wearable that uses infrared technologies to see into the bladder and tell the user (hopefully via a cute little jingle like the one below) it’s time to urinate via phone alerts.  This also works for incorrigible sots.  Called MEDiLight, the device is worn as a patch on the lower abdomen.  Clinical testing is ongoing, as they say in Scienceland.  “Hey, Mr. Schwartz, it’s your bladder here---let’s pull the plug and dump all that beer.” 

Are they still hiring at Burma-Shave?

Every Home Should Have One

Sure they’re in greatest demand in nervous Kharkiv, but now everyone can feel safer cruising their property on a spanking new Demining Tractor.  Devised out of necessity by a farmer from Ukraine to frustrate the Kremlin military, this unique device comes complete with protective panels stripped from deserted Russian tanks.  A remote control device controlled by the operator sitting nearby guides the armored tractor meter by meter, checking his fields for mines.  The vehicle can withstand most explosions, or so the farmer expects.  In short supply, so order soon for pre-Christmas delivery.

Maybe you need a Carniverous Domestic Entertainment Robot to combat infestations of vermin or insects.  The CDER lures unwary critters onto its surface, which contains a trap door triggered by motion sensors.  Rodent victims trapped by the device are chemically dismantled and fed to a microbial fuel cell.  The Lampshade Robot lures flies and moths to their doom and provides relief from the vast hordes of attack mosquitoes left over from the last tropical storm.

Remember James Bond’s tricked out Aston Martin from Goldfinger?  It had everything---hidden machine guns, pop-out razor rims to slice pursuers’ tires to shreds, even an ejection seat.  It’s hard to come by most of these vehicle improvements but you can still get an electronic license-plate flipper.  The $79 Vehicle Plate Flipper flips down at a 90-degree angle at the press of a button.  If you like, plates with special messages for the driver behind you are a hot item.  There’s even a special $75 model for motorcycles.

The weeds are taking over your crop fields and  fencelines and you’re scared to death of Roundup.  What to do?  The Autonomous Weeder will solve all your problems.  Capable of taking out 100,000 weeds per hour, the AW uses high-powered lasers to blast those pesky sprouts into oblivion.  And because this critter uses thermal energy to do its dirty work, the soil below is undisturbed.  “Our labor bill went from $700,000 down to $300,000 since purchasing the Autonomous Weeder,” says Jordan Hungenberg, co-owner of Hungenberg Produce.  “We had reduced farm costs, no more herbicides and most importantly, healthier crops.  Besides, it’s big fun to go around zapping stuff.”

Kenji Kawakami is a giant in the world of wacky inventions and the founder of the International Chindogu (Weird Tools) Society.  Among his hundreds of bizarre inventions are the mini-umbrella for shoes, eyedrop funnels and Swiss Army Gloves.  As famous as any is Kenji’s world famous Hayfever Hat, designed to dispense a continuous flow of paper to combat the incessant sneezing caused by bothersome seasonal ailments.  Inelegant, perhaps, but inarguably utilitarian.  It’s the Cat’s Meow, which, by the way is also a mechanical jewel made in Japan which meows ten times a minute while a cat’s eyes light up on the surface.  In retrospect, it is not quite the cat’s meow after all since rats and mice have not been fooled one bit by the phony feline.  On the other hand, it doesn’t rip your sofa to shreds or bring home small dead animals.  Wonderful if you’re desperate for a gift for lower echelon personnel at the office Christmas party.

Just Do It.

Are you one of those damaged people who craves scary theme park rides like, say, the Tower of Terror II at Dreamworld in Australia, X-Scream at Stratosphere in Vegas or Kingda Ka at Six Flags in Jersey?  Here’s some bad news; you missed out on visiting Action Park in Vernon, N.J.

Action Park, alternately known as “Accident Park,” “Traction Park,” and “Class-Action Park” because of the many mishaps and even deaths that occurred there was home to the legendary Cannonball Loop, a waterslide with loop so dangerous it was shut down almost immediately after it opened.

The place was owned by “Uncle Gene” Mulvihill, an entrepreneur who had purchased a small skiing hill in Vernon.  Though the ski season was great, Gene didn’t like the financial slump the place suffered in the off-season so in 1978 he added a couple of water slides and a Go-Kart track.  Mulvihill, alas, knew nothing about building an amusement park, he was just playing it by ear and coming up with ideas that sounded like fun.  “Dad didn’t want to do the same old stuff,” said his son Andy.  “He wanted to take the idea of skiing, which is very exhilarating because you control the action, and transfer it to an amusement park.  There’s inherent risk in that but that’s what makes it fun.”  Or so you’d hope.  “Inherent Risk” could well have been the actual name of Gene’s amusement park.

Action Park was a very wild place.  It eventually featured 75 rides, 35 of them motorized and 40 waterslides, many of them self-controlled.  It also had a pair of diving cliffs that stood 18 and 23 feet above a 16-foot deep pool below.  Now you might think that the area below would have a blocked-off section where swimmers would be verboten and the next diver wouldn’t jump in until the area was cleared, as in most water parks.  Nope, not at Uncle Gene’s place.  The dive area was a free-for-all scene where the swimmers and divers had to look out above and below to avoid potential 23-foot collisions.  You were on your own at Action Park.

Uncle Gene’s idea men had the idea that a regular slide was insufficient fun---“not fast enough”---so they created the Aqua Skoot.  It used rollers like you’d find on an assembly line at a factory or a TSA checkpoint conveyor to make it faster.  The customer went down on a small sled, hoping nothing got stuck in the rollers on the way down.  The sled went so fast that when it got to the bottom and hit the pool of water the sled stopped and the rider kept going forward, eventually flying face-first into the water.

The Kayak Experience was a whitewater simulator in which passengers would try to ride the rapids in a mere kayak,  Most of them didn’t and had to be rescued by a corps of lifeguards when the kayaks flipped and trapped them.  The hilarious Colorado River Ride was similar to a typical rapids ride where customers are put into a tube and it goes down the rapids.  But nothing was so simple at Action Park, where the rides were not laid out by professionals.  The tubes constantly slammed into one another and came to sudden stops.

Then there was the fearsome Alpine Slide.  This thing was a slide which ran down the ski hill under the chair lift.  Riders sped down a chute like a slide riding on a sled with a brake to control the speed.  Great, except the brakes often didn’t work.  Sometimes, one rider would go slow and the one behind him would race faster until the two collided at great speed.  The chutes were made of cement, fiberglass and asbestos, which made for a dandy landing field in case of ejection.

For a time, there were small tanks built for combat on a tennis-court-sized course with a giant battle cage.  The tanks could shoot tennis balls at each other, which sounds like fun until you hear that after hours park employees doused the balls in lighter fluid and shot flaming balls at one another.  All this was in a time when regulation of such parks was very lax and accident attorneys weren’t flooding the airways begging for greedy customers.  Most of the injuries never made the headlines.  There were broken bones, cuts, scrapes, sprains and plenty of bloody noses but, hey, nobody died, right?  Oops!  Well, almost nobody.

The first death happened on the Alpine Slide, which had already caused 14 fractures and 26 serious head injuries.  In 1980, 19-year-old George Larson Jr. died when his sled flew off the track and George hit his head on a rock.  The next wipeout occurred in 1982 when Jeffrey Nathan flipped out of his boat on the Kayak Experience and stood on the unprotected electrical wires of one of the fan units.  Zappo!---Jeff was electrocuted.  Two years later, a man died of cardiac arrest on the Tarzan Swing, which could happen to anybody who jumped into 50-degree water naturally fed from the mountain.  Three more deaths occurred in the Tidal Wave Pool, which used fresh water instead of sea water, which provides more buoyancy.  About 30 people a day were rescued from this attraction.  Scary to think about, but not nearly as scary as the legendary Cannonball Loop.

Any loop ride can be problematic, but the ones we see today are under control.  On high-speed roller coasters, the rollers of the train keep it on the track and the centripetal force keeps it on the loop.  Theoretically, if you’re going fast enough, you wouldn’t even need the train to be connected to the track, it could just glide on top with the force being strong enough to keep it from lifting up.  But this is now and that was then.  People who experienced the Cannonball Loop did not have the benefit of physics of clever engineers designing the ride.  Uncle Gene brought a guy over from Switzerland on a 30-day visa to throw the thing together.  Visitors said it looked like the Cannonball Loop was just tossed together with spare parts Gene had laying around, which is probably not much of a stretch.

To experience the CL, the riders would enter at the top and get hosed down to help them slide through the loop, then begin the 45% drop through the slide.  After dropping 20 feet, they’d get violently thrown into the loop portion and then spit out into a pool of water at the bottom.  As a safety measure, if you’ll pardon the expression, people wearing zippers or buttons weren’t allowed to ride since they might get caught on the many seams of the ride.  The Loop was essentially just small sections of a drainage pipe bolted together with seams every few feet.  When Gene had it checked out, he sent down a few test dummies which exited the loop minus heads and limbs.  Then he offered $100 to any employee who’d go down the thing, handing out the big bills at the bottom to the bravest teenagers.

After a few trips, they learned a couple of things.  First, they needed a pad at the top of the loop.  The 20-foot drop didn’t give the riders enough centripetal force so rather than being stuck to the outside of the loop by gravity they just sort of shot straight to the top, banged against it and fell down the other side.  Gene added the padding, but riders were still coming out with cuts and scratches because the padding was filled with the teeth of earlier riders, embedded in the pads.  Mulvihill also figured out they needed to cut a hatch near the loop to rescue riders who didn’t weigh enough or have enough speed to get through it.

The exciting Cannonball Loop opened in 1985 and closed 30 days later.  New Jersey’s Board on Carnival Amusement Ride Safety said uh-uh, you just can’t do this.  Turns out some people who went down the loop were experiencing 9 Gs, or nine times the force of gravity.  For context, the craziest rollercoaster at your local amusement facility probably pulls 4 or five Gs at most.  9 Gs is almost deadly.  The Blue Angels Navy Flight Demonstration Team does incredible acrobatic moves which top out at 7 Gs.  Uncle Gene Mulvihill reluctantly dismantled his apparatus, complaining all the while.

Recalling his experience, here’s what a rider said: “I vividly remember the sensation of my feet going up as I realized ‘here comes the loop!’  I remember being ecstatic when I had cleared the pinnacle of the loop, however the worst was yet to come.  Apparently, my sub-100-pound body was not heavy enough for the ride and rather than sticking to the slide on the back end of the loop, I actually fell to the bottom of the loop.  I smacked the back of my head on the slide and was nearly knocked unconscious.  It was then I saw light as I sputtered out of the exit of the tube.  I was able to orient myself enough to get to my feet and smile with pride as the stunned crowd cheered for the little kid who just went down the most dangerous waterslide of all time.  It was closed again within minutes and although I went to the park a dozen times after that day I never saw that slide opened again.”

So no more whining about those awful Ferris wheels, Alice.  There’s not a single recorded incident where a Ferris wheel knocked out somebody’s teeth.

  

     

That’s all, folks….

bill.killeen094@gmail.com

Hidden Secrets Of The Universe

The Flying Pie, being widely known for its advocacies of tasty pastry, good health and longevity, feels compelled to regularly scour the universe for sound lifestyle advice to benefit its readers.  It’s not easy work, this scouring.  The days are long, the nights are restless and the jungle dense, but we persevere because conscience demands, our hearts are strong and they pay us in lemon meringue.  This is what we found so far:

Life Begins At Breakfast

Some people we know, like the scientist in the next room, prefer to skip breakfast.  Time consuming, they say, gets in the way, just give me my gallon of coffee and I’ll be on my way.  They might not be so quick to sip and run if they knew the cold, hard truth; recent research in Life Metabolism magazine shows that eating breakfast is an essential component of staying mentally astute and is now considered a cornerstone of cognitive health.  The study analyzed results of a China Health and Nutrition survey which recorded the eating habits and performances on cognitive tests of more than 3000 people aged 55 and up over a 10-year period. Those who didn’t eat breakfast were more likely to have lower test scores. “Breakfast skipping was associated with significantly worse cognitive function and faster cognitive decline over time,” the authors concluded.

Another cohort study out of Japan backs up the above findings.  In that country, a short-term study of 712 older adults measuring cognitive decline found a higher incidence of decline in cognitive scores for those who skipped breakfast, predicting double the likelihood.  Additionally, breakfast scoffers had other concerns, like higher rates of obesity, heart disease, moodiness, anxiety and type 2 diabetes.

The benefits of breakfast don’t discriminate by age.  One longitudinal study of children assessed at ages 6 and 12 found an association between higher IQ scores for those who ate breakfast regularly compared to those who were infrequent eaters.  Your blintzes are ready, Siobhan.

Move To Vermont

Five years ago, the United Health Foundation released the 30th edition of America’s Health Rankings Annual Report and ranked Vermont as the healthiest state in the country.  For nearly two decades, the Green Mountain State has ranked among the top five healthiest states, as gauged by the foundation’s review of 35 core measures, including health behaviors and outcomes, clinical care, policy impacts and also community, environmental and socio-economic factors.  Why?  Well, most Vermonters eat their breakfasts.  They also graduate from high school, commit few crimes, have high per capita public health funding and very few low birthweight infants.  Oh yeah, and almost nobody has chlamydia.

Vermont also has the fewest fast-food restaurants in the U.S., with 58 per 100,000 people, thus has a comparatively low obesity rate of 26%.  Montpelier, the capital, is the only state capital in the United States which has no McDonald’s restaurants, and nobody cares.

Important Vermont Facts:

1. Brattleboro is, shall we say, a left-leaning town full of free spirits.  Even so, the town had to enact laws against public nudity in 2007 as nudists ran wild in the streets, holding bicycle races, hula hoop contests and other shenanigans.  There is even a nifty statue of an undraped Jeannie Uffelman in the town square.

2. There were no billboards in Vermont until 2008.  Even now, all billboards must be hand-painted and intended to support some public attribute.

3. In 2009, there were a whopping 543 organic farms in the state.

4. There are now more trees in Vermont than there were since 1959.

5. Vermont has a sensible state law which requires that all women who want false teeth need written permission from their fathers.

6. It is illegal to use colored margarine in Vermont restaurants unless the menu clearly stipulates “colored” in a font that is at least two inches high.

On the other hand:

1. It is illegal to whistle underwater in Vermont, though some suspect that increasing numbers of  neighborhood gangs have secretly adopted the practice.

Don’t Worry, Be Happy!

Easier said than done, right?  Maybe you’re looking for joy in all the wrong places.  Perhaps you should turn over a new leaf, or several of them.  In Shawn Achor’s book The Happiness Advantage, the author cites a fascinating study in which three groups of patients treated their depression with either medicine, exercise or a combination of the two.  Each group improved at first but the follow-up assessments proved to be radically different.

“The three groups were tested six months later to assess relapse rate,” Achor writes.  “Of those who had taken the medication alone, 38% had slipped back into depression.  Those in the combination group were doing only slightly better, with a 31% relapse rate.  The biggest shock came from the exercise group---their relapse rate was only 9%.”  Why?  Who knows?  Exercise is multi-functional.  It helps you relax, increases brain power, alleviates many health problems, improves our self-image.  And the best part is that noone is required to commit to a strenuous hour-long daily program.  The Journal of Happiness Studies claims that a mere ten minutes a day is enough to significantly boost happiness levels.  You can do that just by chasing the popsicle truck a couple of blocks or running armadillos off your property.

Now that we’ve go that squared away, let’s move on to Social Interaction.  You say you don’t like people?  You’d rather live in a dank cave in Yulee with your rat terrier?  Bad plan, Bunky.  Numerous studies have found that social interaction is a key element in being happy, which is why you always see Michael Davis and David Atherton smiling, even when they’re not stoned.  Harvard University happiness maven Daniel Gilbert puts it this way: “We are happy when we have family, we are happy when we have friends, and almost all the other things we think make us happy are actually just ways of getting more family and friends.”

Psychiatrist George Vaillant is the director of a 72-year study of the lives of 268 men, one of the most comprehensive longitudinal studies in history.  In an interview in 2008, he was asked what he’d learned from his work.  Vaillant’s response was “The only thing that really matters in your life are your relationships with other people.”  That might be stretching it a bit considering the value of creativity, work and accomplishment, but Vaillant is speaking purely about what keeps people happy.  His colleague, Joshua Wolf Shenk of The Atlantic had this to say about Vaillant’s study: “The men’s relationships at age 47 predicted late-life adjustment better than almost any other variable.  Good sibling relationships seem especially powerful; 93% of the men who were thriving at age 65 had been very close to a brother or sister when younger.  Being happy all comes down to positive interaction with other people.

Hit The Road, Jack!

Though it flies against the wind, defying all logic and sending life coaches and financial advisors into a blind panic, there are people who find their groove by moving somewhere different on a regular basis, say every ten years.  One of them, Sebastian Cole of Bangor, Newport News, Fort Meyers, Moab and Glendale, California says “If we all moved every ten years it would just be part of what we do.  We would be more accustomed to change, to accepting new environments.  And we wouldn’t have as much clutter to deal with.  Some people start at a point where it’s not feasible to live in their current home anymore, so it’s more of a relief than it is stressful.  After the first couple of moves, it’s no longer a big, dramatic thing, it’s just another move.  You get to see many parts of the country, get a better idea of what you really prefer.”

Gladys Khanbie, originally of Elephant Butte, New Mexico agrees.  Following her husband’s passing in the mid-nineties, she moved out of the home they lived in for 30 years and into a condo near the Pacific Ocean.  Five years later, she was off to the mountains of Colorado.  Next, it was Bar Harbor, Maine.  “I never went anywhere the first part of my life,” says Gladys.  “Then I decided why not see it all?  My friends tease me about having a lot of money but it doesn’t really require a great amount of wealth to move around.  The moves themselves cost a little, but you learn to live with a minimum of unnecessary junk.  I never took my furniture with me when I left a place.”

Most people resist change, preferring the blessings of community, dependable friends, familiar surroundings.  But even for these, inducements arise which can be game-changers.  Aging enters the picture and single people look around for family.  Recently, artist Judi Cain, a Gainesville mainstay fell upon hard economic times and migrated to West Virginia where two of her daughters live.  Another local artist, Ellie Blair, who spent most of her life in G’ville, picked up her easels and toddled off to Austin, where her daughter lives.  Both of them seem to be adapting well to their altered states.  Good for them, but what happens when you need to find a new dentist?

Then, of course, there are the true nomads, the small contingent of odd mortals who just can’t wait to get on the road again,  goin’ places that they’ve never been, seein’ things that they may never see again.  The number of nomads in the U.S. increased by more than 130% from 2019 to mid-2022, partially driven by the Covid-19 epidemic.  Most of them were younger people, some with children.  In 2022, it was estimated that more than three million people in this country lived on the road.  One-third traveled in motor homes or travel trailers while the majority lived in cars, vans, hatchbacks or converted buses.

As the cost of living rises in the United States, so does the number of people who dwell in their vehicles.  Call it van-living, rubber tramping or a glomad lifestyle, the decision to go nomad is increasing.  Some travel the country looking for work, others who discovered remote employment during the pandemic have determined they never need set foot in an office again to make a living.  Betsy R. once earned a small salary helping others via a non-governmental organization but ran into a debilitating immune disease in her sixties.  Her choices were living in a tiny apartment which she couldn’t afford or a home for low-income senior citizens.  Instead, she opted for the road, where she could go “in whatever direction my heart pleases.”  At age 72 now, her current home is a 2013 minivan with 180,000 miles on it.  She’s been traveling for seven years, her spirits have soared and she’s off meds.  She blogs and is writing a memoir titled Driving Through a Rainbow.  Let’s hear it for Betsy.

Bob C. is also in his seventies.  He’s taken up residence in a converted 12-passenger bus—a “skoolie.”  In 2015, he sold his home in New York and hit the road for real.  “I was traveling six months a year anyway,” he says.  “At home, I spent my time repairing my house and preparing for my next adventure.  Now I don’t have to worry about a house, I just go where I want and do what I want.”  Today, he’s dressing up in his Saturday best and going caravanning with Betsy.  Wouldja like to swing on a star?  Carry moonbeams home in a jar?  And be better off than you are?  Or wouldja rather be in gear?

That's all, folks….

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