Has the moon risen yet?
Lemme go look out the kitchen window.
So, like last night, we will see the moon.
In fact, there it is when I go out and look up, up, up in the sky.
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An ROTC graduate from Princeton University, Milley earned his commission as an armor officer in 1980. He was appointed chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff by President Donald Trump, making Milley the tenth U.S. Army officer to be chairman. As chairman, Milley is the highest-ranking officer in the United States Armed Forces and the principal military advisor to the president of the United States, the secretary of defense, the National Security Council and the Homeland Security Council.[4]
Milley was born on June 20, 1958, in Winchester, Massachusetts.[1] He is of Irish descent, and was raised Roman Catholic.[5][6] His father, Alexander (1924–2015), enlisted in the U.S. Navy in March 1943 as a naval corpsman. He was assigned to the 4th Marine Division and landed at Kwajalein, Saipan, Tinian and Iwo Jima. After the war, he worked as a restaurateur and food-broker. He was a member of the Knights of Columbus, whose membership is limited to practicing Catholic men.[7][8] Milley's mother, Mary Elizabeth (née Murphy), was a nurse who served with the Navy's WAVES in World War II and is described by Milley as a "break-the-glass-ceiling" type of woman.[9]
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 Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, General Mark Milley on The David Rubenstein Show, The David Rubenstein Show, October 20, 2021 |
Milley attended a Catholic grammar school where he played hockey. Good grades and hockey led to him being recruited to Belmont Hill School[10] and afterwards to Princeton University where he played varsity ice hockey.[5][11]
There, he joined the Reserve Officers' Training Corps (ROTC)[12] and in 1980 graduated with a Bachelor of Arts degree in politics after completing a 185-page-long senior thesis titled "A Critical Analysis of Revolutionary Guerrilla Organization in Theory and Practice".[13] Milley also holds a Master of Arts degree in international relations from Columbia University and another Master of Arts degree in national security and strategic studies from the Naval War College.[14] He is also an attendee of the MIT Center for International Studies Seminar XXI National Security Studies Program.[15]
Milley earned his commission as an armor officer through Princeton's Army Reserve Officers' Training Corps program in 1980.[16]
Milley's career has included assignments with the 82nd Airborne Division, 5th Special Forces Group,[17] 7th Infantry Division, 2nd Infantry Division, Joint Readiness Training Center, 25th Infantry Division, Operations Staff of the Joint Staff, and a posting as Military Assistant to the Secretary of Defense.[18]
Milley has held multiple command and staff positions in eight divisions and special forces throughout his military career. He commanded 1st Battalion, 506th Infantry, 2nd Infantry Division, in South Korea from 1996 to 1998.[18][19] He served as commander of 2nd Brigade Combat Team, 10th Mountain Division (Light) from December 2003 to July 2005; deputy commanding general for operations of the 101st Airborne Division from July 2007 to April 2008, and as commanding general of the 10th Mountain Division from November 2011 to December 2012.[20][21][22] Milley commanded III Corps, based at Fort Hood, Texas, from December 2012 to August 2014,[23][24][25] and concurrently the International Security Assistance Force Joint Command from May 2013 to February 2014.[26][27] He served as the commanding general of the United States Army Forces Command at Fort Bragg, North Carolina, from August 2014 to August 2015.[28][29]
Here I am awake at 2 28 am and saw most of this. Hello my friends. And so off to bed again.
No snacks.
Today is last day for Ekaterina, who will be here at 11 30 am.
I will run upstairs and grab a library book - ROUGH SURFACES or WACO - or THE MAID by Nita Prose and lay on Red Couch until she gets here.
Hear that? Geese! A lovely sound.
Now I went way far back in my back yard and picked - you guessed it ! daffodils, jonquils and forsythia.
The flowers are on a table in the living room.
The vase? Thanks for asking.
A Melitta coffee can, empty with a trace of the coffee at the bottom.
I am still on my hot-water-only drinking in the morning.
Brought out two very heavy books - Tracy Kidder's ROUGH SLEEPERS - and Nita Prose's THE MAID.
I was in ecstasy as I read ROUGH SLEEPERS by Tracy Kidder. Kidder is a physician at Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston. His special mission is treating the stigmatized homeless and helping them find housing.
Many of the homeless are tricked out of finding a real home. One guy Tony was classified as a sexual predator - something you don't wanna advertise as you may not find housing and it is stigmatized.
But Tracy the physician wanted to hear Tony's story - Tony was a new guy - and Tony finally mustered up his courage to tell his story to the doctor.
He had heard so much about the doctor and could not for the life of him believe a doctor would take more than the 7 minutes or so to listen to his story with respect.
Six more minutes until Scott comes over to put me in the snorkel.
My neighbor Nancy, who must be close to 90 yo, was taken to the hospital last night by a shiny red ambulance that said Bryn Athyn on it.
Have no idea how she is. However, I did try, as I believe that caring neighbors should pay attention and care.
Daughter Linda, who drives a red RAV that she backs into her driveway - the garage is filled with storage items - so God only knows what's wrong with her. She does sit in a wheelchair and her husband Charlie has been dead for ages.
Was a day when I wrote dozens of poems about that good man.
For dinner I had lentils and spaghetti made by sister Ellen and a green salad I made.
SARAH called this morning and wanted to have our tenth KIDNEYVERSITY party here at my house.
I did have a revelation while on the front porch.
Since Mom and Dad are dead and our relatives too, it is I who must take their place.
Yes, me. It makes me feel strong and capable.
When I walked around the block around 3 pm I assured myself I can handle my new role as head of the household.
There is nothing like a GREAT DREAM, a realistic dream, and that's what I had last night. I sat with my former boyfriend Simon - we call him Jake Bonner - when talking about him. We sat overlooking York Road and had a birds-eye view of the whole scene.
Sy was a very nice man and would answer any computer questions we had. My book about him is called THE REDEMPTION OF PULASKI.
So I just woke up. I had told Kat - ekaterina - I would write her a poem about - well, here tis:
THE WHITE CROCUS
Small enough to hide on your lawn
Yet strong enough to close its white lips
And awaken every morning
I stand in bedroom slippers and stare
A parasol it does not need
Just faith, faith immutable
And a small patterned red cup
I bought at a thrift shop
No longer there.
Thank you Scott.
Go to GOOGLE.
On top is Blogger.
Okay, thank you, my man.
BTW, on top are frequently used things - icons? - such as The NY Times, Weather and Netflix.
The Weekly Times Chronical was delivered to my diveway here in Willow Grove PA
My long and comprehensive Letter to the Editor was not published.
I was disappointed and wondered if they would still use lay folk like myself.
Inside the paper they spent a lot of time on BEAN SOUPS.
Or I may be reading THE MAID by Nita Prose or W A C O by Jeff Guinn which is being made into a film,
Hmmm
There was a disturbing picture of Tr@@@ being manhandled. WHERE are the asterisks?
Told KAT I would write her a poem. We played the mind game ORBITZ earlier today.
Wedding took place near Miami Beach, Florida.
From Wikipedia....
Whenever I sat in a Waiting Room and found one of those subscription forms for the R.D. I would mail it in and get a free copy or two of the magazine.
The articles were SOOOO interesting. AND condensed.
Our family back in Cleveland would also read CONDENSED BOOKS. One of my favorites was OLD YELLER about a dog who develops rabies.
Thank you Alexa for telling me the author is Fred Gibson.
Reader's Digest is an American general-interest family magazine, published ten times a year. Formerly based in Chappaqua, New York, it is now headquartered in midtown Manhattan. The magazine was founded in 1922 by DeWitt Wallace and his wife Lila Bell Wallace. For many years, Reader's Digest was the best-selling consumer magazine in the United States; it lost the distinction in 2009 to Better Homes and Gardens. According to Mediamark Research (2006), Reader's Digest reached more readers with household incomes of over $100,000 than Fortune, The Wall Street Journal, Business Week, and Inc. combined.[2]
Global editions of Reader's Digest reach an additional 40 million people in more than 70 countries, via 49 editions in 21 languages. The periodical has a global circulation of 10.5 million, making it the largest paid-circulation magazine in the world.[citation needed][when?]
It is also published in Braille, digital, audio, and a large type called "Reader's Digest Large Print." The magazine is compact, with its pages roughly half the size of most American magazines. Hence, in the summer of 2005, the U.S. edition adopted the slogan "America in your pocket." In January 2008, it was changed to "Life well shared."
Having eaten a couple of pieces of it, I walked around block to lower my blood sugar. Then I packed several slices in plastic wrap and put in freezer.
DAVE'S APPLIANCE WAS HERE TODAY. Jose and Eulie looked at my oven.
Nice oven said the men. Turns out Eulie is from a tiny country in the Baltics, which Scott guessed. Albania.
Shut your mouf, Rufus!
I just made nice cold water from the Britta-like pitcher that Ellen brought here from "home" on Gantt Drive, 19006.
I also composted in Scott's back yard along an unsightly - nay, hideous - trail of egg shells, big fat broccoli stems, all of which remind me of the late very tall Elaine Restifo of Lambertville, NJ.
She published THE RIVER magazine and I was a proud participant. She also chastised me one time for being unaware of politics.
WHO DID WE HEAR SPEAK in the Lambertville Library?
Get back to me when you remember. It was not poet Robert Pinsky, son of a dentist or pharmacist, as I heard him possibly at Rutgers. CC was with me.
Pinsky should be in my blog but who can remember anymore?
The moon is playing peek-a-boo with the clouds
And more clouds billow from the factory in the
far-off back yard, Keystone Screw, where cars
arrive early, take their lunch buckets and
thermopoles out, shut off their headlights
and think of the wicked time they would have
after work.
Saint Paddy's Day and that Irish soda bread
the wife baked last night.
Easy does it on the beer
well, not that easy, just enough
to keep the room from spinning
a little hot tea will do ya.
There are many odious tasks and this one takes the cake.
My breakfast today consisted of 2 henpecked eggs, punctured with Cabot Cheese, spring mix which now comes washed and a small slab of pre-marinated pork roast.
Dunno about you, Dear Reader, but I have tried being a vegetarian, but it was not satisfying. As the saying goes, Do not eat anything that has a mother.
MY VERY OWN TURNER CLASSIC FILMS
Find buried remote control under Daddy's Tiger Blanket
and a blue patchwork quilt that serves as bedspread
Watch genius that is West Side Story where Sharks and Jets
destroy each other and Maria played by Natalie Wood will soon die
for her love of Tony.
Distracted, I imagine her Finesness and Robert Wagner on a skiff together
The water is freezing as was the Titanic
Her pantaloons billow as she flails and dreams of one more dinner
at Bonefish Grill.
Wedding took place in Palmetto Beach Florida.
120 people were at the wedding.
Nothing like a long cold drink of water.
Archeology
I was perfecting my Letter for the Day on Blog and went to Scott's to leave it in his covered mailbox and then, since I was wearing long grey pants and small hat I marched up the street.
The TV commercial named a product
helps the elders with their aging hands
I practically spit at the screen
then as I fell asleep holding THE PHILOSPHY OF
MODERN SONG by Dylan, I snuck a look.
Straight up and down, not a single arthritic
kink, nails neatly trimmed on back porch
blow away with the wind the rain and sleet
Hallelujah for my aging hands.
.........
Drank my Folger's instant morning coffee in a thinnnn glass cup that once
belonged to Helene Ryesky.
Am stirring it now with love and tenderness.
....
If I am not mistaken, Mailman Heinline also drank Folger's.
I am sitting on a CVS Ice Pack and not for the first time.
Welcome to the month of March.
March Madness.
Last night the Moon was glowing out my back porch door.
And of course WE HAVE BEEN THERE.
I had nothing to read last night. Nope, I did not wanna read my Pocket Edition of Robert Frost poems, so I just RUMInated on various things.
Kali Barker? Who ya barkin at?
The washing machine is working at allegro, or is it a lower tempo?
When my two helpers leave this morning - Kat and Steff - I wanna resume my memoir on Living with MCI, which is not myocardial infarction.
Combed my silver locks with orange comb - and the wild white hair - galloped back into the house.
