Category Archives: 2023 Grand Finale Tour

Exposing the Truth

 

One of the things I have been doing a lot of here in Arizona is going for long walks. I have enjoyed this immensely.  I have  often listened to podcasts as I walk.  I particularly like CBC podcasts. Now I can listen to their radio shows when it suits me. Sometimes technology is a blessing.

While in Arizona, I listened to an interesting podcast by Connie Walker a Cree journalist. It was called “Exposing the Truth.” She quoted Justice Murray Sinclair who was the Chair of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission ‘TRC’) who said at the last of its events: “There is not a single indigenous person in Canada today who has not been touched by the legacy of residential schools.” I mulled that one over. It must be true it comes from Murray Sinclair.

 

The TRC’s final report directly linked the violence indigenous women suffered and the violence indigenous women face today. The TRC exposed this uncomfortable truth. Indigenous women are 3 times as likely to be the victim of a violent  crime compared to other women in Canada. And indigenous women are 7 times more likely to be murdered  than other women in Canada.

 

And yet some good people ask where is the data that establishes system racism in Canada. The fact that such people ask such a question in light of these facts itself demonstrates that systemic racism lives in Canada today.

Land of the Free because of the Brave

 

Brave?  You gotta be kidding

The sign out front on our yard which we were renting in Arizona said: “Land of the Free because of the brave.”  I agree with this sentiment, but this is not just because of the military. I admit a brave military is important. We all need a military to defend us in case of attack. This year Russia, under Putin, proved that there are still predatory countries out there willing to take astonishingly aggressive measures to exploit a country. It is naive not to have any defence.

 

However, I believe domestic enemies actually pose a larger threat than foreign enemies to countries such as the USA and Canada. Many of those domestic enemies falsely claim to be inspired by the ideal of freedom, but actually they actively work against freedom. To them freedom means the freedom to do anything they want. That is not freedom; that is anarchy. It takes even more courage to confront domestic enemies. For example, it takes a great deal of courage to speak up against our neighbours when they are speaking nonsense. Our domestic enemies must be resisted. The domestic mob is as dangerous as any foreign enemy and is often even more difficult to oppose. These domestic mobs typically demand conformity to their tarnished and narrow views. We must dissent from the views of those around us when they are based on fear and ignorance rather than critical thinking and compassion. Such oppression is every bit as bad as anything our foreign enemies could impose on us.

Sacred stuff

 

One thing that really struck me as we saw Arizona for the first time in 3 years was the large number of new storage places.  A few years ago these were extremely rare. Now they are ubiquitous. Everyone in Canada and the United States needs extra storage space. Even though house sizes had doubled in size in the last couple of decades while family sizes shrunk, people needed more storage space.  This is the product of a society enamoured of stuff. Devoted to stuff. As a result, we have a society of stuff. Sacred Stuff.

 

I have also noticed in the neighbourhood that everyone seems to have a truck. A huge truck on the driveway. Is that because they can’t get it into their garage. Is it too big for the garage? Eventually I learned that many of the garage were stuffed with stuff! Huge mounds of stuff inside garages. I was too shy to photograph them. What would people think?

Chris and I know a person in Winnipeg who is a hoarder. Really a hoarder. Her house we have heard is stuffed with stuff. No one is allowed in to see the state of the house for she is too embarrassed. But recently she had a problem.  Her heating system was malfunctioning so she had no heat in her house. That is a pretty big problem in Manitoba in winter. But she did not want to allow anyone to come into her house. She refused to allow any worker to come in to fix the furnace. Therefore she lived in a house in Manitoba without heat in January! That is insane. That is more insane than having a house stuffed with junk.

Here in Arizona, I have seen many garages filled with stuff. As a result their vehicles are left on their driveway permanently even though that is very tough on tires in the desert sun. Why do people have so much stuff they can’t use it? These often are not rich people. But they are dysfunctional people.

Is that not a sign of spiritual decline?

I am an inspector of sunsets

I was hoping for a sunset. I am an inspector of sunsets much like Henry David Thoreau was an unofficial inspector of snow storms around Walden Pond. He wanted to explore well the area around him in Concord New Hampshire and I want to explore well the land around me in. San Tan Valley Arizona. The sunset was mostly a dud. It is impossible to predict when a great sunset will be produced by Mother Nature. The one essential, besides the sun, is clouds. But those clouds have to be just the right amount—not too much and not to sparse—and they must be like that at the right time. You need a Goldilocks moment.  And, of course, clouds move and shift in shape. To finding a classic sunset is more luck than brains.  Or perhaps someone with a lot more brains than I can be better at it than I am.

I wanted to photograph the sunset of course, but the most important part was the experience. If you are tired of sunsets, you are tired of life. John D. MacDonald that great writer of pulp fiction, now deceased, once said, that if sunsets occurred only once a year, we would be forced to declare a national holiday on that day.

This year I had a second reason to look for sunsets. I thought sunsets were a symbol of one of the things I wanted to learn about on this trip. I wanted to learn about western civilization, particularly in America and Canada, in decline. Are we in the sunset years of that civilization? Sometimes it seems that way. In fact, to me it seems that way more often than it used to. In fact, on this trip I found some shocking news about exactly that. I intend to blog about that. It amazed me how prescient my theme was.

I did capture a couple of images that pleased me. They showed the clouds reflecting the pink light.  Clouds reflecting the colour of the sun obscured by cloud in part but not completely, was the image I was after. I am a sucker for the blaze of colours in a sunset. And no two sunsets are the same.

Sometimes the light in the eastern sky is more interesting than the western sky. Sometimes the light is reflected back to the west where the sun is dropping. Today was like that. Again, sometimes the best sunset shows only the after glow in the eastern sky. Look around, you might be surprised. I was this sunset that I nearly passed by.

Finally, a true inspector of sunsets, like me, must always remember not to give up on sunsets too soon. Persistence is essential in the pursuit of sunsets. The best sunset is revealed after the sun is gone. You might be surprised. I was surprised today!

First day in San Tan Valley

After metaphorically meandering through Kansas, while we actually drove right through it we passed through Oklahoma, Texas and New Mexico, and finally made it to Arizona—our destination.

We met the owners of the home we were renting who filled us in about how the house worked, gave us the keys, and we were ready to get at it. So what did we do? Absolutely nothing. Well we bought important supplies, including Zaya rum that here is priced like an ordinary rum while in Canada it is priced like a premium rum. Why is that? Now we were ready.

The morning felt great. For the first time in nearly a week we had no moving plans. We could sleep as long as we wanted to. Of course, by then I was in the habit of getting up early and could not get out of it. We decided to do something revolutionary. Sit and read! Fantastic. This was a great luxury.  This was the benefit of retirement and visiting a place like Arizona. We could read and relax. And we did.

Western civilization is not in decline. It is alive and well.

 

Give a shrug for Tularosa New Mexico

 

On our way to Arizona, we stopped for lunch in Tularosa New Mexico where the recent  snow was a distant memory. The elevation was too low for snow. In the American southwest elevation is everything.

We stopped at the Rustic Inn for lunch because the billboards made it look good. It looked good, but that was about where good parked. This was another restaurant that was severely understaffed. Like nurses the staff were grossly overworked.

The staff though was not surly, but it was handicapped by missing items. Most items on the menu were not available. Most tables had not been cleaned. My wooden chair was extremely wobbly. Hardly surprising when I notice one leg was about 1 inch shorter than the rest. This was more than wobbly. It was downright unstable. The napkins were dirty. Would you rather have no napkin or a dirty napkin? The elderly patron sitting at the next table looked at us with benign resignation. A shrug told the whole story. The waitress came to warn us to order as soon as possible as a large family came in and soon no one else would get any food. It could only serve one family at a time. The food when it arrived more or less on time was tolerable. Our standards were held in suspension today.

The American southeast  seems to be in serious decline. The restaurants here tell the stroy of that decline.

A shrug was our response too.

 

Hondo Valley New Mexico

 

The Hondo Valley in New Mexico is a delightful place to drive through. At least in good weather. This valley is actually pretty high in the mountains so on our way to Arizona we were not entirely surprised when we noticed vehicles coming from the south that had a thick layer of snow on the roof and hood. We had not seen any snow since we left Nebraska and didn’t really want any more. Until then we had been lulled into a false sense of security

Then in New Mexico the temperature was hovering around the freezing point of 32ºF so were getting a bit concerned that we might run into freezing ice on the road. That is not something we wanted to encounter on the mountain road on which we were driving. Traffic had ground to a near halt so we kept plowing ahead hoping we would not be snow plowing ahead. The mountain forests here were absolutely gorgeous but again we did not stop, this time thinking we should get through this before the wet roads became icy roads. The road here was slushy and sandy. When the temperature dropped to 30 ºF we got even more concerned but this lasted only for an hour before we the road led to lower elevations where temperatures rose again. We were safe and sound and happy in southern New Mexico.

Hondo Valley New Mexico

 

The Hondo Valley is a delightful place to drive through. This valley is actually pretty high in the mountains so we were not entirely surprised when we noticed vehicles coming from the south that had a thick layer of snow on the roof and hood. Until then we had been lulled into a false sense of security since we had seen no snow at all since Nebraska. The temperature was hovering around the freezing point of 32ºF so were getting a bit concerned that we might run into freezing ice on the road. That is not something we wanted to encounter on the mountain road on which we were driving. Traffic had ground to a near halt so we kept plowing ahead hoping we would not be snow plowing ahead. The mountain forests here were absolutely gorgeous but again we did not stop, this time thinking we should get through this before the wet roads became icy roads. The road here was slushy and sandy. When the temperature dropped to 30 ºF we got even more concerned but this lasted only for an hour before we the road led to lower elevations where temperatures rose again. We were safe and sound and happy.