ABSILVER's World

I don’t know where to start, I cry: I cry for America.    More the home of fear and selfishness than the home of the free and brave.  I cry for women.    I cry for women who will live in fear of their own health and control of their own lives.   I cry for men: I also cry for the majority of men who do not trust women with their own bodies or their country.  I cry for Justice. A man who has been convicted of crimes against women and fraud and indicted on threats to our country was elected as a better choice.  I cry for gay people. Who have valiantly fought for rights and freedom, and I am sad that they are in jeopardy.  I cry for the world.    For a good part of my life the USA ushered in a time of what I believed was moral leadership, maybe that was an illusion after all.  I cry for Jews. 79% of Jews in this country voted for Harris. Now, we are probably on the revenge list.    I cry for noble civil servants who will be subject to the whims of Elon Musk, who may act as he did at Twitte

So, I am breathless.  This election comes down to one day when many Americans eagerly vote.  I cast my vote last Friday. This morning is a rainy day in Longview, TX.  There are a number of Trump signs along my street, as expected.  There are also more than a few Harris Walz signs on the street and in the neighborhood. I try to convince myself that there are fewer Trump signs and maybe East Texas will surprise me.   Do my neighbors understand that, as nice as they are waving hello while I walk DaisyBelle, as they stop to discuss the weather, or wave as they go by in their car, that being pro-Trump makes me wonder?   When Frank helped organize a day to clean up near the creek, many of our neighbors showed up to help.  Yet, they put up Trump signs, and it makes me wonder how they really feel about the gay family down the block, with a sweet dog and pretty cat. When I was a kid, out and about, people were cordial and kind to one another, as in most southern towns. But, listen closer to com

( Content is all mine, images are courtesy of Dall-E and my own prompts) Ye sterday, November 1st, I voted for Kamala Harris for President of the United States of America. I realize for many, as for me, the next few days waiting for the results of an election that could not even be created in Hollywood, that these days will be stressful. I decided to write a blog that has nothing to do with the election to take my mind off of Tuesday while writing and potentially help others that may take time to read this blog as well. Travel: Slight travel hack taxis vs Uber at the airport.  I have discovered that it is often cheaper to take a taxi from the airport than an Uber.  Take my arrival in Savannah last week.  Uber demand pricing had the price at $76 + tip from the airport to the lovely Fairfield Inn Midtown.  A taxi was half that.  To make this more interesting, the taxis were all lined up while people were waiting on an Uber or Lyft to arrive.  This is not unique to Savannah, the city or c

I am your Neighbor! As we approach one of the most monumental elections in my lifetime, I debated whether I should write a blog. Why? Because I live in one of the most red parts of the red state of Texas. I have also been quiet to avoid upsetting family, especially my brother and his family in Israel, by voicing an opinion contrary to their own. But I went shopping yesterday. On the roadside, I witnessed a rally with trucks carrying signs and flags, all for Trump and Vance, in a city where they don’t need to rally. I am also struck by the number of signs for Trump and Vance in my neighborhood. I'm not sure there are more than the last election, but as I listen to Trump and Vance, I can’t understand how so many don’t see the opportunity and risk in this election. So, in the light of that, I thought I couldn’t just stay quiet. Who am I? I am part of the male couple, a family at the end of your block who walks their dog three times a day and feeds a cat or two in the neighborhood, alo