Be Motivated, but Don’t Take Notes
By: George Lee Cunningham
I’ve always enjoyed motivational speakers. As a kid growing up in the South, I loved listening to those early masters of motivation – the Southern evangelists. They would strut around the stage, waving their arms, and praising the Lord. And you couldn’t help but be moved.
I didn’t actually buy into their message – which almost always ended up as “send me money to do God’s work”– but I loved to listen to them and watch the audience. The people in attendance, many of them quite poor, would be transfixed, throwing their hands in the air, shouting out hallelujahs, and then digging in their pockets to fill the collection plate.
Sophisticated urban people – people who we would refer to back in those old days as a bunch of damn Yankees – would vilify these evangelists as charlatans and scoundrels, especially after one of them would get caught cheating on his wife or being involved in shady business deals
My feelings about them were less damning. The poor people who filled the collection plates got their money’s worth. They would leave the service emotionally cleansed, their troubles put into perspective, and their faith renewed. And if the preacher didn’t […]
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Surrounded by Talent
By: George Lee Cunningham
Carmela and I have always known that we are surrounded by talent – regular folks with the ability to translate the world around them into images or sounds. Yet, we’re always surprised and delighted when we discover one of those people hidden in plain sight, standing right next to us.
Our latest surprise was a friend, Chris Berry who works at the Port of Long Beach by day, but in his other persona is a member of a four-piece old-time blues and jug band called “Sausage Grinder.” We caught the group at a former 1920s speakeasy on Sunset near Hollywood called El Cid. Frankly, they were terrific. The other folks there thought so too, giving the band an enthusiastic reception and long applause at the end of their set.
People like Chris and his pals are all around us. They have regular jobs and they practice their art for the joy of it. When they earn a bit of cash on the side, it’s a nice little monetary perk for doing what they love.
And, that’s what makes it so special.
George and Carmela Cunningham’s new book, Port Town, is due out in June. Read about it
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THE THREE-DAY RULE
By: George Lee Cunningham
The worst of the violence seems to be over in Baltimore. That doesn’t mean the issue is dead or the problems are solved. It doesn’t even mean that the protests and demonstrations over the arrest and subsequent death of Freddie Gray won’t continue. But the rioting and looting seem to be done. At least for now.
It’s just that the three-day rule has kicked in. No matter how angry, how pumped up on adrenaline, or how much the media covers the story – after three days everybody needs some sleep. A riot is like a party in that respect. You go to a wild party, then you wake up afterward, a little groggy and a little hung over, and the wild party is a bad memory.
It doesn’t mean that an injustice wasn’t perpetrated or that the outrage is without warrant. It doesn’t mean that the police finally brought things under control or that the burners and looters involved were not opportunistic thugs. It just means that people got tired and went home.
Now is the time to uncover the truth about what happened to Freddie Gray, to answer the questions raised, learn from the mistakes made, and take […]
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Earth Tones
By: George Lee Cunningham
The colors of the desert are often subtle, but sometimes they are not. As the sun sinks below the hills in the west, the hills on the east behind St. Margaret Mary Catholic Church in Bullhead City begin to glow in glorious pink. But you have to be quick – it doesn’t last long.
The colors of the desert are often subtle, but sometimes they are not. As the sun sinks below the hills in the west, the hills on the east behind St. Margaret Mary Catholic Church in Bullhead City begin to glow in glorious pink. But you have to be quick – it doesn’t last long.
Why Does a Week Have to Have 7 Days?
By: George Lee Cunningham
I often hear people complaining about the rat race. Monday through Friday it’s work, work, work. Saturday and Sunday it’s relax, play, shop, and do personal chores. Friday night is spent getting a head start on the weekend. Sunday night is spent dreading Monday morning. It’s a routine we’ve all gotten so used to that we no longer even think about it.
Einstein told us that time is relative. What he didn’t mention, however, was that much of it is also arbitrary. Sure, some things are fixed in time. A year is 365 days because it takes the earth 365 and a quarter spins to work its way around the sun. That quarter spin means that every four years we have to include a 366-day leap year to catch up. Months make sense because that’s about how long it takes the moon to go around the earth. Days are a measure of one spin around the axis – one sunrise, one sunset, one high noon, and one midnight.
But hours, seconds, and weeks – we just made that stuff up. Daylight savings is proof of it. That spring forward and fall back deal was just an idea […]
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MUD AND FEATHERS
By: Carmela Cunningham
Different species share a quiet feeding moment in a mangrove cove along the Florida shoreline, oblivious to the busy roar of vehicles on a nearby highway. It was a fleeting scene. The traffic may not have disturbed the birds, but the approach of a human and an excited little Yorkie did. Shortly after the picture was taken, the birds took flight.
Vast and Beautiful
By: George Lee Cunningham
Life in the city may be vibrant and exciting, but there is something about the vast emptiness of the desert that calls to you. The crunch of gravel beneath your feet, the coarse texture of rocky hills, there’s something basic about the desert that reminds you of how small you are in the scheme of things. The desert was there long before you came along as it will be there long after you’re gone. (See “When I Die” in right-hand column)
Port Town on Display
By: Reader Publishing Group
George and Carmela Cunningham’s new book, Port Town, was the featured display at the Long Beach Port’s reception for JOC’s Trans-Pacific Maritime Conference. The speaker is port Chief Executive Jon Slangerup. The Port deserves a lot of credit for commissioning the 500-page-plus work, which is a candid history – warts and all – of the mistakes, successes, politics, and legal battles that ensued over the port’s 104-year history. Port Town is due to be released in June.
George and Carmela Cunningham’s new book, Port Town, was the featured display at the Long Beach Port’s reception for JOC’s Trans-Pacific Maritime Conference. The speaker is port Chief Executive Jon Slangerup. The Port deserves a lot of credit for commissioning the 500-page-plus work, which is a candid history – warts and all – of the mistakes, successes, politics, and legal battles that ensued over the port’s 104-year history. Port Town is due to be released in June.
Incident in Checkout Lane Three
By: George Lee Cunningham
In our family there are incidents. In family code, an incident means the kind of minor confrontation or embarrassment that occurs from time to time in everybody’s life. Such an occurrence is referred to euphemistically as “an incident.”
An incident would include things like the time my wife harangued a mechanic who had charged us for a new radiator that cost several hundred dollars, when the real problem was a $12 thermostat. “Are you a thief or an idiot,” she yelled at the poor man. “I am not a thief,” he cried. “Ah, she said, then you’re an idiot.” In my wife’s view, it had to be one or the other. There was no middle ground.
Or the time my mother-in-law got into a beef with a traffic cop, who wrote her a ticket and insisted that she sign it. She refused, even though all she was signing was a promise to appear in court or pay the fine. He explained she had to sign it or he would have to take her to jail, something he really did not want to do to an 80-year-old woman. Fine, she finally snapped. She grabbed the ticket from him […]
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Angel in the Rain
By: Reader Publishing Group
An electric Angel announces the birthday of Jesus Christ on a wet and stormy night. You don’t have to be a Christian or even believe in God to be charmed by the story of a child born in a manger more than 2,000 years ago – a child who changed the world. Myth or reality, it’s a powerful story, especially late at night on a lonely street corner in the rain.