Thursday, February 7, 2019

Columbia County, Pennsylvania

"When the going gets tough, the tough... leave town." That's what I always say, or something like that. The next few weeks in February are booked. This week I only had two meetings I didn't want to go to, both at the same time Thursday, so I would have missed one anyway. All my paperwork to run for City Council again was done. At least I thought so, but the City Clerk told me at Tuesday's Council meeting that I was short thirteen signatures of the seventy-five required from my ward by Monday. I went down there on my way out of town Wednesday morning. There were some errors and I came away owing them seven signatures, not thirteen. This whole process has been hard for me, and for Joe, with past supporters being ill, or moving away, or disappearing January to March to warmer climes, and progressives either tired of me or burnt out after 2016 and the local elections last year, I haven't been helped as much as I was two years ago.

It was my intent always to visit Columbia County, Pennsylvania in February and here I am. I was three counties west of here, in Clinton County, last month during a warm spell, and now I'm back in this part of the world again a month later, during another warm spell. Is there a pattern here? The average temperature for February 7 (today) in Bloomsburg, the county seat and largest town in the county, is a low of 15 F. and a high of 34. Today, the low was 37 and the high was 52. On my journey here, there was precipitation the whole way, but not snow, as one might expect on February 6, but rain. I know it was below zero here and in Morgantown just last week, but in general the weather has been way too warm. It makes it easier for me to travel and explore, yes, but I would hate to see my former town of Miami under water, and my ex-hometown of Los Angeles more burnt than it already is.

I got a suite at The Usual Chain near Bloomsburg, but not in it, in a Town Center-like development with a Lowe's and a Wal-Mart. I have lots of things I plan to do on these trips, but eating in "the best restaurant in town" is not one of them. I had dinner yesterday at the Chinese buffet in this development, and I foolishly thought I could walk to the Panera across the road tonight for a fast supper. Like the Town Center (Towne Centre, usually) in Morgantown, this one is not set up for walking, and I risked my life walking from the motel to the restaurant. I thought I would have lunch in the mall at the food court. The mall here, just across I-80 from the motel, is not well, like most malls in these small towns. Despite the loss of three anchor stores, Morgantown Mall is doing better. There was a branch of that ubiquitous sub place, and I ate there for lunch. Most of the people in the mall seemed to be seniors, getting in their walking.

I started today at a park at the south end of the county, passing through Catawissa, a borough of 1552 people, large for Columbia County, and with some life and architecture. I headed out to Weiser State Forest along Roaring Creek, still somewhat ice-clogged despite warming temperatures. There is an artificial lake created along the creek.

I drove to the far south end of the county to see the borough of Centralia, population 10 as of 2010. I saw many streets with no houses, a municipal building, and a church uphill from what should have been the center of the town. I found out later, from Wikipedia, that Centralia had been a coal-mining town, still functional into the 1990s, but that there was an underground fire, spread from a landfill to an abandoned mine, and the whole borough has been condemned as a result. A few people were allowed to live out their lives there in the five remaining houses.

There are twenty-three covered bridges in the county, six in rural Cleveland township. I thought I could track down the Cleveland bridges, but only found one, and it was blocked off so one could not even walk to it. On the way back to Bloomsburg (and the mall for lunch) I found a park with a covered bridge and two railroad bridges, one abandoned and one in use.

After lunch, I drove to Berwick, east of Bloomsburg, and the second largest place in the county with a population of more than 10,000. I found the Jackson House, now set in a park, from the 1880s, and a former armory, now apparently a gym. This was an iron ore area, and a company manufactured tanks during World War II. Main Street seemed busy, and there is a functioning movie theater and several restaurants along U.S. 11, the main street of both Bloomsburg and Berwick.

By three, I was ready to tackle Bloomsburg, and started with Beth Israel, the small Reform-affiliated synagogue near the center of Bloomsburg. Their website advertises holidays and monthly Shabbat Friday nights. Bloomsburg University anchors the east end of town, and there is a student ghetto of rundown rental houses similar, but on a smaller scale, than what one sees in Morgantown. Bloomsburg is a state school.

I walked down Main Street and stopped into a bookstore/ gift shop. I chatted with the owner, who said her store was in the former Woolworth, the property being previously owned by her grandmother. She tried to interest me in some books, but I didn't see anything I wanted to read. I told her I was going back to the motel to nap, and would probably eat at Panera, near the hotel. She told me I should treat myself to dinner at The Blind Pig downtown.

My last place to see was the city park in Bloomsburg along the mighty Susquehanna River. The weather was cooling off, into the forties, and it seemed awfully dark, but I saw the park and the mighty river, ice chunks bobbing along the surface. I brightened most of the pics in Bloomsburg. It's a pretty town, and an interesting place to visit.

I looked up The Blind Pig after my nap from 5-6, and Yelp agrees that it is the best restaurant in town. I checked out the menu, all unintelligible names of things containing pork and shellfish, what Joe and I call "food porn." I did consider going elsewhere downtown, maybe an Italian place, of which there were many. The reviews bragged of "giant portions" of breaded and fried things with garlic rolls. Even after a nap, I was tired, and having lost maybe eight pounds in 2019 (seven of them from throwing up, but still) I really didn't want to eat a lot, and didn't want to have to drive anywhere.

So Panera it was. I came back to my room and read about the bigots in our West Virginia State Legislature, and the great Delegates from Morgantown and a few other places, who called them out.

It should remain warmish tomorrow for my drive home, although it may rain again. For the weekend, I have to get more signatures to turn in Monday for my campaign.
The former Opera House in Catawissa

Along Roaring Creek Lake in Weiser State Forest

Covered bridge in Cleveland Township, from a distance

Covered bridge near Bloomsburg

present and former railroad bridges next to the covered bridge

Jackson House, 1880s, Berwick with a model of the Statue Of Liberty, donated by Boy Scouts

former armory, 1922, Berwick

Bridge across the Susquehanna in Berwick

upper-floor façades, Main St., Berwick

Beth Israel, Bloomsburg

a residential street in Bloomsburg Historic District

Carver Hall, Bloomsburg University

Main Street , Bloomsburg

former theater, Main St., now a bar/restaurant

Alvina Krause was an acting teacher who retired to Bloomsburg and started a theater company

Columbia County Court House, Main Street, Bloomsburg

Market Square, Market and Main Streets. Statue in memory of Union soldiers in the Civil War, 1908

The Susquehanna at Bloomsburg City Park

The band shell in Bloomsburg City Park

Wednesday, January 30, 2019

The Last Twelve Days, or "How Do You Spend Your Time In Retirement?, Part 18"

Friday, January 18, Tree of Life Morgantown had a Tu B'shvat seder, a celebration of the New Year of Trees (technically Sunday night and Monday). We ate fruits and nuts, dates, figs, and olives, things native to Israel. I felt bloated and a little dehydrated during the night. I thought I would be okay Saturday as I was making breakfast- but then I started to feel awful and threw up three times. I felt a little better and managed to swallow some oatmeal, but I felt terrible after and put my head down on the breakfast table and closed my eyes. Joe was getting dressed to go to his Saturday Torah study. Next thing I knew, he was standing over me, asking what I was doing on the floor. He had heard me pass out and fall.

I called WVU Medicine, and they had a doctor call me back. I told her what happened and she said "Go to the emergency room." Joe made arrangements for someone else to open the temple building for study, and off we went. At triage, I barfed twice more while they were asking me a hundred questions. They ran some tests and said I should be admitted because some enzyme was way off- a pancreatic enzyme. That shook me up because both my mother and her father died of pancreatic cancer, and I thought maybe this was it.

Ruby Memorial Hospital is not a good place. They use a lot of aides, students and others. Real nurses are hard to find, and a real doctor even more so. I shared a room with a man my age who is a Viet Nam veteran who claims he has liver and kidney failure from exposure to Agent Orange. I realized I could be a lot worse off. By evening they let me chew on some ice, brought some pills for me, but not the heart medication I usually take, despite the fact that all my medical records are with them. The doctor said I could order something easy to eat. She left and I barfed again, so I didn't eat.. After a nearly sleepless night, they let me shower and said I could go home if I wanted to. The bad numbers for the enzyme were back to normal. They had no explanation for what happened. My guess: serious dehydration. I was running at half speed for most of the next week. The silver lining is that I lost seven pounds- twenty more to go.

I'm on Morgantown's City Council, and hope to be reelected in April, I need to get 75 signatures on a petition from voters in my ward by February 11. It's been cold and snowy, hard to go out and knock on doors. As it was sunny and over 40 F., Tuesday, I went out for an hour with a friend to collect signatures. It was a weekday, so most people weren't home. We got a few signatures and came back so I could nap before the City Council meeting, which went from 5 P.M. to 10. I drove home in another snowstorm.

I was scheduled for an annual workout with a trainer at my gym at 8:30.  I didn't get up early and I was late. We didn't do everything we were scheduled to do, but I couldn't do much more. I'm still way overweight, but apparently I'm more muscular than a year ago, which is why people think I've lost weight, when I have not.

A drama teacher at North Marion High, deep in the woods off US 250, maybe an hour from Morgantown, asked Joe if he knew a Holocaust survivor who could speak to her class. There was someone in Morgantown who did that , but she is now quite elderly and unable to get out. Joe didn't want to go, but when he told me about it, I offered. I spoke to the teacher, and she said I could talk about growing up Jewish generally, since there are no Jewish kids in the school. The class is performing a play about the St. Louis, the ship full of German Jewish refugees that was turned away from the United States. I wasn't sure what I would say to them, but I made a list of books and movies I had read and seen. I was late getting there after two wrong turns, but we had more than an hour together from 3:50-5 P.M. when there were late buses. I told them what I knew about Belchatow, the town in Poland that my father's family came from, about people I knew growing up who were the children of survivors, and why Jews in America were so freaked about the President's anti-immigrant stands. They asked what ritual we observed growing up in our family (precious few), was it hard growing up Jewish? (no, because we lived in a segregated society, and Jewish kids were a majority of the students in my elementary and junior high schools). I mentioned that my parents had no friends who were not Jewish, and that between CYO, Young Life and B'nai Brith Youth, there was not a lot of socializing outside of school among Catholics, Protestants and Jews. The kids were attentive and engaged. Many of them had read Number The Stars, a Newbery Award-winning book about Jews smuggled out of Nazi-occupied Denmark to neutral Sweden. I added that my friend Barbara, whose mother was one of the children smuggled out, was the only Jewish person I knew who visited relatives in Europe when we were growing up.

The movies I gave them were a whole lesson in film history, including Vittorio de Sica's The Garden of the Finzi-Continis, Agnieszka Holland's Europa, Europa, Louis Malle's Au Revoir Les Enfants, Pawel Pawlikowski's Ida,and Bernardo Bertolucci's more than five hour epic 1900. 

The kids were great; the teacher said I could tell the kids I was married to the rabbi, but they didn't ask about that. It may have come across that my parents were not interested in Judaism, and were angry about the plight of the Jews. I never thought of them that way, but perhaps they were.
North Marion High is between the towns of Farmington and Mannington on two'lane U.S. 250 . Even in dark, dreary weather it's a beautiful area.

Thursday night was the annual dinner from Morgantown's Chamber of Commerce. Joe had agreed to go with me, although he was not happy about it. I could have skipped it, too, but the Mayor and City Manager thought Councilors should put in an appearance. Quite a few people showed up, men in suits and women in dresses and heels. Mingling and networking were the order of the day. I knew only a few people there, and Joe and I were largely ignored. I think people know who we are (I being on Council and Joe the rabbi who speaks to school and church groups all over town), but I had the feeling we were deliberately being ignored by the overwhelmingly white, Christian crowd. No one from our synagogue was there, and I spotted only two other Jews. An African-American woman won an award for her business, and Charlene Marshall, a former Councilor and State Delegate, an African- American woman with whom I share a warm and friendly relationship, introduced me to her. We City people sat together, the Mayor and three Councilors and the assistant City Manager, mostly with spouses. Only a handful of people greeted us at our table. It seems the Chamber members would just as soon ignore the City of Morgantown and concentrate on development outside our borders. Rabbi Joe says "Nothing is about you," but I felt that was a hostile crew, and I do take it personally.

Thursday night I voted for the S.A.G. Awards. I joined AFTRA in 1986 and S.A.G. the Screen Actors Guild, a year later, after an appearance on "General Hospital," possibly the peak of my professional acting career. I was a stand-in once for a short, bald actor, and a union extra on "Matlock" and  some failed T.V. series in 2009. I got paid to audition for a pilot that never took off, and that's about it for paid acting. Still, I maintain my membership, and they send me DVDs and codes to watch movies online during awards season. I don't get to watch everything, and I don't go to a lot of movies these days. Here's a list of my votes and who won:

Lead Actor and Actress in a Film: I voted for John David Washington and Lady Gaga. Rami Malek and Glenn Close won. I didn't see the winning performances; Bohemian Rhapsody because it's a Fox movie, and I have issues with Rupert Murdoch.

Supporting Actor and Actress in a Film: I voted for Mahershala Ali in Green Book, and he won and Margot Robbie in Mary Queen of Scots. Emily Blunt won for "A Quiet Place."  I didn't see any of these performances but I loved Margot Robbie in "I, Tanya."

For Performance by A Cast, I voted for "Crazy Rich Asians." "Black Panther" won and I think that was fair. I voted "Black Panther" for Stunt Ensemble, which it won, because I didn't vote for it for "Cast" and I didn't see the other pics.

I voted for Darren Criss in the movie about Gianni Versace's murder and Patricia Arquette for Escape from Dannemora. I saw some of both series and they were amazing. They both won. I voted for Sterling K. Brown in "This Is Us" and Sandra Oh in "Killing Eve." Oh won, but Jason Bateman won for "Ozark." I think Bateman is a great actor, but I hated the show last year, and didn't watch it this year.

For Actors in a Comedy Series I voted for Alan Arkin in "The Kominsky Method" and Alex Borstein in "The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel." Tony Shaloub and Rachel Brosnahan won for "...Mrs. Maisel." People rave about that show, but except for the very butch Ms. Borstein, I find it unlikeable. Maybe I've just gotten old, but I enjoyed all eight episodes of "The Kominsky Method," a show about alter cockers in Hollywood. I guess that's where I'm at now.

The Americans and The Kominsky Method got my vote for Drama and Comedy Ensemble. I didn't much care for the one episode I watched of The Americans, but I did think the acting was great. Mrs. Maisel and This Is Us won those awards. I didn't see any of the Stunt Ensembles on television this year, but I watched some of "GLOW" last year, and it's a mostly female cast, so I voted for that, and it won.

If my reasons for voting seem arbitrary and somewhat capricious, get over it. That is the nature of film and television awards.

Joe had Sunday school Saturday night, pizza and potluck at a family's home. I had spent an hour in the afternoon collecting signatures at an apartment complex in my ward, where at least I was mostly indoors. It was cold and snowy out. I agreed to go with Joe, and the event was fun after all, with mostly younger kids and their parents at a giant home in a gated community near the west shore of Cheat Lake. I like the parents and kids, although even the parents are much younger than we are.

Sunday to Tuesday was the West Virginia Municipal League Conference in Charleston, 160 miles south of here. Mayor Bill Kawecki drove me down there, along with Rachel Fetty, these days my favorite among the other Councilors. We stayed at the Marriott in the middle of town. There's a mall across the street with a Macy's, which we don't have in Morgantown. Unfortunately, Macy's announced last week that they will close that store. I was supposed to be at this conference last year, but came down with flu (despite having the vaccine) the night before the convention. People at this conference were more down-to-earth, much more friendly than the Chamber people. At breakfast Monday, Mitch Carmichael, our West Virginia Senate President, addressed the crowd. He supports our main issue, home rule for cities, but then pushed the education "reform" bill making it's way through the Senate. I walked out on him. It's a bad bill, a revenge bill against West Virginia teachers who went out on strike last year, pushed by charter advocates and the worst of the business community. We were bused to the state Capitol, a beautiful and immense building for such a small state. I found Danielle Walker, one of the five Delegates in our District, all friends and good people. We sat in on a mystifying House of Delegates session, then we were called out for lunch. The Conference provided box lunches... from Chick Fil-A. Rachel offered to go to the Capitol cafeteria, where she treated me to a sandwich and we met up with the other four Delegates in our District. It was better than the summer conference in Morgantown, where they served pork for dinner, with no other options. I'm still mad about that. (Rabbi Joe: "Get over it and move on." ). He gives good advice, if only I would take it.

We were supposed to lobby certain Delegates and Senators about home rule. But it had gone up above 50 F. in Charleston, and I don't know the city well. It's 2.2 miles from the Capitol to the hotel. I decided to walk back early. People in Morgantown think Charleston is a dump, and it's true, the population is in decline, but I think it's pretty and an interesting place. I walked down Quarrier St. and saw Joe Cohen, the ACLU director for West Virginia, coming out of the YMCA building. We talked a bit, and he told me he liked Charleston, because it's a diverse city with two active synagogues. I noted from the paper that it is four to five degrees warmer than Morgantown in January on average, and indeed, I saw plants just starting to sprout on my route, and magnolia and holly trees that don't do well in Morgantown. At Capitol St., I looked for Taylor Books, a famous independent bookstore. They show movies in the basement on weekends. I would love to have someplace like that in downtown Morgantown.

I had time for a short nap before we were bused back to the Cultural Center in the Capitol Complex. There was finger food, but not really dinner. I ate some. I saw Nathan Tauger, the son of a congregant, who is working for the Democrats in the Legislature, and Andrew Schneider, the president of  Fairness West Virginia, the gay rights organization in the state. He told me he finds Charleston to be a friendly city, with an active gay community. He's buying a house. There's a gay rights ordinance introduced in the House of Delegates and Andrew asked if I would come down and speak to it when they have hearings. I would love to. There was a "hospitality room" in the hotel later that night- more food, mostly bacon and crab, but chicken tenders, which I ate. I didn't sleep well, between allergies and a lot of less-than stellar food. I ate breakfast Tuesday with Bill the mayor, the mayor of Fairmont and Councilor Selin, another friend at the hotel's buffet, Bill and I took off for home about 10:30, arriving at about 1:30, with only one brief bathroom break. I was back at City Hall at five for our monthly Committee of the Whole meeting.

Today (Wednesday, the 30th) the temperature dropped to near zero, and maybe below that and windy in the morning. I have one day to totally stay home. I still need about forty more signatures in the next two weeks; if I get them, I will be able to run a serious campaign until the end of April. I'm looking forward to resting up in the bitter cold tomorrow.

Saturday, January 12, 2019

Clinton County, Pennsylvania

We are party animals. After the wedding Joe performed in Pennsylvania on December 30, we came back in time for a New Year's Eve Party where we performed the song "BaShana Haba'a" (In The Coming Year) in Hebrew and with Joe's English lyrics. New Year's Day, we hung out with Rachel Fetty, one of our city Councilors, and her family and friends.

That was Tuesday. By Thursday, I was ready to head out for my next county, Clinton, Pennsylvania. The weather was supposed to be okay for January, and my campaign for reelection had to start Monday.

It's 215 miles from Morgantown to Lock Haven, Clinton County's largest city and seat of government. That would normally be a two-day trip, but because there are only 43,000 people in the county, and because the route is mostly interstate, I thought I could go one day and come back the next.

The motel I booked is at the Interstate exit, in a place with two truck stops, two motels and a couple of restaurants. It was only 198 miles from home. I went on the "short" route" only avoiding the Pennsylvania toll roads, so it took about five hours. I had a slice of pizza for lunch in the mall food court in Altoona. Before my nap, I headed south to Logan Mills, to see the gristmill and covered bridge. I found a buffet place, mostly Chinese, but with other food, online, between Lock Haven and Mill Hall, the  second largest borough (town) in the county, and ate a lot, but less than I might have.

There are ten places on the National Register of Historic Places in Clinton County, a university (Lock Haven University) and a Reform synagogue with eighteen members (maybe eighteen families). There are several state parks, one, Ravensburg, southeast of Lock Haven, where the Civilian Conservation Corps built some structures in the 1930s, which got it listed on the National Register.

Lock Haven is on the Susquehanna River and there are levees, although there was still a flood a few years ago. It is downstream and one county east of Clearfield, which I visited in October. Although Lock Haven is a small borough, with under 10,000 people, it has a beautiful historic downtown, with a first-run movie theater and a YMCA. I hope Morgantown can say that one day. Average weather for January 3 is three degrees cooler than Morgantown in the early morning, and four degrees cooler in the afternoon. I know climate change is a hoax, but it's wrong for there to be no snow or ice in north central Pennsylvania in January, and high temperatures approaching 50 F.

At noon Friday, I headed back toward the motel, got gas and stopped for lunch at The Cottage Family Restaurant, an old-school place, and had a grilled chicken sandwich with lettuce, tomato, onion and pickles and sides of sweet potato fries and rice pudding. I felt only slightly guilty about the calories, because it all tasted so good.

I only stopped once on the way home, and I was there before 5.

Logan Mills Gristmill, 1840s, Logan Township

Logan Mills Covered Bridge, 1874, Logan Township

Ravensburg State Park, Crawford Township

Dam and spillway, Ravensburg State Park, 1930s

Nathan Harvey House, Mill Hall, 1807

Memorial Park, on the Susquehanna River, Lock Haven

Helsey House, Water St., , Lock Haven, 1831, remodeled and restored to the Victorian era.

Clinton County Courthouse, Water St., Lock Haven

House being remodeled as a community center, Water Street Historic District, Lock Haven

Beth Yehudah synagogue, Lock Haven

Stevenson Library, 1969, and Bell Tower, Lock Haven University, part of Pennsylvania's state college system

Old gym and newer classroom building, Lock Haven University


Saturday, December 29, 2018

2018

I looked back at my post about 2017, and I can see that this was not a year for big changes. On a national level, it became time to stop joking about things, and get serious about how to deal with our "problem." On a state level, politically, our formerly Democratic governor, now a Republican, appointed two raging homophobes to the West Virginia Supreme Court, as all of the justices were to be impeached. As I predicted, the Republican in a "non-partisan" election remained in office and is now the Chief Justice.

In 2017, I spoke in Charleston against overturning the "Clean Power Plan." This year, I responded to Consumer Union's request for people to speak in Pittsburgh about the EPA's plan to delete regulations requiring higher mileage, less polluting cars in the future, It's hard to say if this will have any effect.

In state elections this year, five seats in the House of Delegates changed from Red to Blue; two of those were in Monongalia County. In District 51, which includes Morgantown and most of the rest of the county, and has five delegates, five Democrats were elected. Our Democratic U.S. Senator was reelected, a mixed blessing. He was better than the Republican candidate by far, but many were put off by his vote for Brett Kavanaugh for Supreme Court, the only Democrat who voted that way.

Joe and I were able to travel together this year. In March we attended my nephew Evan's wedding in Key West. Joe officiated. My sister Robin got us tickets to Yayoi Kusama's exhibit in Cleveland, our first time there, in June. And later in the summer, we traveled to Buffalo to see Joe's cousins, then moved on to Toronto, where Ryan Wallace, a City Councilor, and his wife, Christine, a native of the city, showed us around. We were in Memphis again for Thanksgiving, and Joe's aunt's eightieth birthday. We planned a week in Maryland based at my sister's house over Christmas, but came back early due to a death in the congregation in Morgantown. I visited twelve counties, alphabetically from Charles, Maryland, to Clinton, Ohio, two in February, then one every other month. I'm writing this Saturday night, December 29. We are at the Omni Bedford Springs Resort, a grand old school hotel 104 miles from home, where Joe is performing a wedding tomorrow. We get around.

We also paid off the six-year car loan on our Suzuki, Joe's student loans from Hebrew Union College, and the two-year payments for our cell phones. I insisted that we trade in our 2001 Honda Civic, which ran fine, only I didn't like it, and it needed body work. I did lots of research, and we bought a 2015 Honda Civic SE.

Joe and I both taught at  OLLI (Osher Life-Long Learning) in 2018- two classes each. People were angry that our spring classes were at the same time, great for us, we could carpool, but many people wanted to take both classes. As it was,we both had a full roster. Joe taught "Dysfunctional Families of the Old Testament" and 'Old Testament Miracles and What They Mean."  I taught "The Great Hits of 1965," the sixth class in this series of pop music years, and "Burt Bacharach Is 90!" my favorite class ever at OLLI, covering Burt's career from the early 1950s to the present. Check out Karima and Mario Biondi with Burt, singing "Come In Ogni Ora" live for a taste. The videos for that class are organized under "Burt Bacharach is 90! Week 1" to Week 6 on YouTube. Check it out!

Healthwise, all the numbers are good. I had a sinus infection which turned into flu in January (yes, I did have a flu shot) and an ear infection in November from which I don't think I've fully recovered. My energy seems to be flagging in my last year in my sixties.

I do plan to run again for City Council from January to the end of April. I like having some say in what happens here, and I've made friends. It's frustrating when people online lie about me or call me names, and hurtful when I feel others on Council don't take my ideas seriously or try to sideline me. I plan to speak up more in my second term, should I have one, and ignore the "haters" who are out there. I did arrange a meeting with the Morgantown and WVU Police Chiefs and representatives of the Jewish organizations in town after the shootings at Tree of Life in Pittsburgh, and we were able to exchange ideas and make plans for greater security.

People in West Virginia often say that Morgantown is not the "real" West Virginia and that people like me and Joe, a same-gender Jewish couple who grew up in the Urban East Coast and spent decades in California, don't have "West Virginia values." I don't know exactly what that means. Still, we have both become aware of how we have distanced ourselves from our communities of choice, mostly in San Francisco and Los Angeles, and how few real friends we have here in Morgantown.  Tree of Life in Morgantown has many members who grew up elsewhere, and don't really "fit in" and Morgantown generally, as the big college town in the least educated state in the nation, is full of "real" West Virginians who don't fit in in their hometowns. In a way, Joe and I represent those people, the ones who choose to live here and create a community in somewhat hostile territory. Joe's contract is up in July 2019 and he and the congregation have both agreed to renew, although the details are not entirely clear. And I hope to be on City Council again, representing the people of this city.

Best wishes to my readers for 2019.

New Year's Day at the Fetty/Anderson Home, Morgantown


Sun and snow in our neighborhood, January

Former Charles County, MD Courthouse (reconstructed), Port Tobacco, February

With striking teaches in Morgantown, February


"March For Our Lives" Key West, March

My nephew Evan and his wife Kellie at their wedding, Key West, FL, March


Our friends James and Tyler at their wedding in April, with their Moms, Tree of Life, Morgantown

The cherry trees in bloom on the Monongahela River, April A planned renovation of the park including removing most of the trees. A big controversy involving City Council this year.

Interfaith Association dinner at our house, May

Interfaith rally at Church of the Brethren, Morgantown, May

Tree of Life service at Coopers Rock, west of Morgantown, May

Havdalah (end of sabbath, a little early) on Lake Erie in Buffalo, June

With City Councilor Ryan Wallace and his wife Christine in Toronto, June

At the Yoyoi Kasama exhibit in Cleveland. Joe, Robin and I are the only people in this pic.

At our "Aunt" Shirley's 95th birthday, with my sister and Shirley's three sons, my "brothers." Naples, FL, August

Looking east to the Blue Ridge Mountains, Clarke County, Virginia, August

With our friends Matthew and Sharon at their annual pre-Labor Day party, September, north of Pittsburgh

Tappuz our cat helping me learn Torah chanting before Rosh Hashana, September

Demonstration against Brett Kavanaugh, Monongalia County Courthouse, October

Vigil at Woodburn Circle, West Virginia University, after the shootings at Tree of Life, Pittsburgh, October

Arbor Day in Morgantown, November

At the outlet mall in Mississippi during our trip to Memphis, with Joe's sister Martha

Chanuka at Tree of Life, Morgantown


drainage channel near overflowing in our neighborhood during heavy rains, December