Friday, April 30, 2010

Casual Friday

Do you think dress has become to casual today? Has casual Friday expanded to every day of the week? Does it annoy when you go into a doctor or lawyer's office and the office staff is in jeans or mini-skirts? Do you appreciate it when someone wears a tie to church?

At the job recently completed everyone dressed pretty well. Friday was casual Friday so the jeans and tennis shoes came on and the dress shoes and nice clothes were replaced. No ties on any day though. What does it say about me that I wore basically the same style of dress everyday? Casual dress up. Nice shirt and pressed slacks. When I first went into the working world at my first job out of college suits were required. White shirts only. Yup, no colored shirts, just white shirts. Winged tipped shoes. If you spent a day working at a client you weren't allowed to brown bag it, you had to eat out. It was considered unprofessional to pack your own lunch. You had to portray an image of success and that included looking rich enough to afford lunch out.

This is my take on it. They went to far at my first job. Now they have gone way to far the other way. I am OK with no ties but when I go to a professional's office I'd like to see a more dressed up look then they have now. Here is Craig Wilson's take on it:

Do you agree with my favorite columnist? What is your take on how people dress today? To casual? Not Casual enough? Just right?

The answer to yesterday's Who Am I was Cassie Chadwick. Can you get today's?

I was born in 1878 in San Francisco and died in 1927 in France. I died when my scarf accidentally became tangled in the wheels of a Bugatti sports car, resulting in a broken neck.

I was the second daughter and the youngest of four children. My father was a poet and my mother was a pianist and music teacher. When my parents married, my father was divorced with four children and 30 years older than Mom. He supported our family through running a lottery, publishing three newspapers, owning a private art gallery, directing an auction business and owning a bank. When the bank fell into financial ruin our family moved to Los Angeles where he divorced and remarried. I did not believe in marriage but did have love affairs with a stage designer and a French millionaire and had a child by each. My children were tragically and accidentally drowned in 1913.

Later in her life I married a Russian poet but separated shortly after. As a child, I learned unconventionally to "listen to the music with your soul." My mother instilled in me a love for dance, theater, Shakespeare and reading. At the young age of 6 years old I danced for money and taught other children to dance. Dancing lessons took precedence over formal education; however, I read and was inspired by the works of Walt Whitman and Nietzsche. I am known as the mother of "modern dance," founding the "New System" of interpretive dance, blending together poetry, music and the rhythms of nature. I did not believe in the formality of conventional ballet and gave birth to a more free form of dance, dancing barefoot and in simple Greek apparel. My fans recognized me for my passionate dancing and I ultimately proved to be the most famous dancer of my time. I moved East and was funded by wealthy New Yorkers to give private appearances. In 1898 I expanded my dancing career by traveling to London on a cattle boat with my mother, my sister and brother. My first professional European performance was at the Lyceum theater in London in 1900. I turned down substantial dancing offers to join Loie Fuller's touring company and toured Budapest, Vienna, Munich and Berlin. I studied for one year in Greece where I purchased a site to construct an elaborate dancing stage. My performances were based on interpretations of classical music including Strauss' Blue Danube, Chopin's Funeral March, Tchaikovsky's Symphonie Pathetique and Wagnerian works. Later I opened a dancing school in Moscow where the Russian government promised to provide me with room and board and a schoolroom. However, after the school was built the government did not support me. To support myself I returned to the stage unsuccessfully in America and then toured Europe once more. Who Am I?

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Love vs. Trust

Before today's subject a little bit of a vent. Know how I recently said that this Thursday, Friday, and Saturday I had no plans? Well, that is out the window. Sis and her husband got called to Utah to help my niece out. They are leaving tomorrow. So I am the lead caregiver this weekend. Today is fixing lunch for Mom and going out for dinner with the group. I can hear Frank Sinatra singing That's Life in the background.

In Wednesday's USA Today Sports column "Keeping Score" poet George Mac Donald was quoted as saying "to be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved."

Do you agree? Because of being in a business for over thirty years that required clients trusting me with their financial and sometimes personal lives I have been trusted by many. I was touched by each one of my clients that believed in me. That believed whatever they told me stayed with me. It was an extraordinary compliment to be trusted.

Loved? Maybe once or twice in my life I have been loved. Now? I know my Mom and sister love me unconditionally but it would be nice to be loved by a woman that didn't have to.

What feels better to you being trusted or being loved? What is more important to you? Don't they both go hand in hand? How can you love someone you don't trust? Me? I wouldn't even mind being loved by a woman like the one in today's Who Am I:

I was born in Canada in 1859 and died in prison in Ohio in 1907. My first arrest was in 1881 but I was released due to insanity. I married in 1882 but my husband left me eleven days later when he found out I wasn't pure. After that I changed my name and became a fortune teller. Because the name I chose didn't fit the occupation I became Madam Lydia. In 1889 I was sentenced to nine and a half years in prison. I served four years before being paroled by then Governor William McKinley. I changed my name again and then opened a brothel. I had one son while working the house. I married a well respected physician in either 1886 or 1897. We met at the brothel but he wasn't aware of my shady criminal past. I assured him that I she was merely an etiquette instructor for the girls. I changed my name again. I moved into my husband's house on "Millionaire's Row" and tried in vain to become part of the inner socialite circle. In 1897 I set up a scam after meeting my husband banker friend, Dillon. I told Dillon that I was the illegitimate daughter of the wealthiest bachelor in America. The bachelor who had a hall named after him and the hall is still famous today as it sits in the City of New York. To prove it my claim, Dillon and I took a carriage ride to the bachelor's Fifth Avenue mansion. While Dillon waited I went to the door and was admitted in, where I stayed for about 30 minutes. Upon returning to the carriage, I waved to a well-dressed man in the front window, then tripped while entering the carriage, surreptitiously dropping a piece of paper. Dillon retrieved the paper and noticed it was a promissory note for $2 million signed the bachelor, I said was the man waving from the window. Dillon wanted details. I supplied them after swearing Dillon to secrecy. I said that the bachelor, out of shame for her illegitimacy, had given me promissory notes, worth $7 million, but with my own shame I had not drawn on them. I also told Dillon I would inherit $400 million when the bachelor died. Shame on me I lied. In truth, the man in the window was the butler, whom I had occupied by purporting to need credentials on a maid I intended to hire. Dillon set up a safe-deposit box for my promissory notes and then shared my ‘secret’ with almost every lender in the state. Eager bankers began offering me loans of up to $1 million, with interest rates of 25 percent, believing millions were available to be gleaned. Instead of demanding repayment, they let the loans compound annually, figuring the bachelor would vouch for any debts and they would get their financial rewards after probate. I became known as the “Queen of Ohio.” I bought diamond necklaces, clothes to fill 30 closets, and a gold organ for my living room. I entertained lavishly – even frittering $100,000 on a dinner party. For several years I lived the high life, amassing loan debts totaling $2-20 million. An Ashtabula newspaper account of my death stated: "The extent of these transactions will never be fully known, but they ran up into the millions. They involved men of high standing in the financial world and caused heavy losses to many bankers." Banks were not the only ones to loan me money; millionaires did, too. And damn one of them was my downfall. He loaned me $190,800 and had the gall to request repayment. I was indignant. I explained that all of my securities (worth $10 million) were in a bank. He went to the police and brought suit against me on November 2, 1904. Upon inspection, my promissory notes were found to be obvious forgeries. I was arrested on December 7, 1904 lying in bed with my money belt containing $100,000. I stood trial in Cleveland and even the bachelor attended. On March 10, 1905, I was convicted on seven counts of conspiracy against the government and conspiracy to wreck a bank. I was sentenced to 10 to 14 years and fined $70,000. I brought trunks of finery to prison; animal skin rugs and clothes, which the warden let me keep. On January 1 or 12, 1906, I began my prison term and died two years later on my birthday. I wrote several letters to my son Emil, one of which asked him to get money from my hiding place to buy a tombstone for the family plot in Ontario. Who Am I?

Wednesday, April 28, 2010


I had my annual physical this morning. Yesterday when I couldn't find a diet to lose ten pounds in 24 hours I almost canceled the appointment but didn't. The main take away from the appointment this morning is that I have to lose ten pounds. The good thing is I have more than twenty-four hours to do it. After having that dreaded awful bend over test it was determined my prostrate was in good health. The results of the other tests won't be in for about a week. Please keep me in your positive thoughts and prayers.

YAWN! Was that your reaction to what I just typed? Do you think people yawn because they are bored? You could be wrong. OK, one, two, three, everyone yawn now. Did you know that:

That fetuses as young as eleven weeks old yawn.

By one to two years old yawning becomes contagious.

That in one sturdy that twenty-one of twenty-nine dogs that saw their owner yawn, yawned themselves.

If one person yawns within five minutes more than half the people in a group will yawn.

Six seconds is the average length of a yawn.

Yawns most often recur one minute apart.

Psychotics rarely yawn.

Read this fascinating article by Jessica Yadegaran here:;col1

Do you yawn? Because you are tired? Bored? Just to relax?

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

It's The Law

Just to keep you all informed about Blog stuff, there won't be a daily Who Am I but there will be one two to five times a week depending on what I find out there and how much time I have on a daily basis. The answer to yesterday's trivia was the founder of the League Of Women Voters, Carrie Chapman Catt.

Today let us salute an everyday hero. Read about an amazing woman that embraces her disability through art:

With the rest of the post we are going to honor Pat. She didn't use any excuses to avoid jury duty. Did all the things required of her. Then she didn't get picked. In The Edge Column in today's Oregonian they talked laws. You can read the Oregonian daily at,
Would you like to be on the jury if anyone broke any of the following laws:

If you are in Wilbur, Washington you can't ride an ugly horse, it's the law.

On a hot day in Lexington, Kentucky please don't carry that ice cream cone in your pocket, it could get you arrested.

In Carmel, New York if you go out in a jacket and pants that don't match you may have to take a side trip to jail because it is against the law not to be matched up.

In Zion, Illinois don't give your lighted cigars to dogs, cats, or other domesticated animals because it's against the law.

In Detroit, Michigan if you and you lover get steamy together remember it's against the law to make love in a car unless it is parked on your property.

In Tulsa, Oklahoma if you want to open a soda bottle you can only do it under the supervision of a licensed engineer.

Guys that are living in Idaho that want to give their love a box of candy? Remember it is against State law unless the box of candy weighs fifty pounds or more.

When visiting Wichita,Kansas before proceeding through the intersection of Douglas and Broadway don't proceed through the intersection until you get out of your car and fire three shots into the air. Coming soon at that intersection is my own sidewalk business, a gun rental and hot dog cart.

Any weird laws in your neck of the words? Which of the above mentioned laws do you like the best? And which law do you think will help save society?

Monday, April 26, 2010


I am not really a hoarder. I just think that some day I might need my third grade report card or my sports letters. And the electric football, baseball, basketball games are collectors' items just like my Lionel Electric Train. Certainly I need all those greeting cards I've received over the years. It will remind who to remember when I win the lottery. My Dodger coffee mugs from every year they won the championship? They have to be worth as much as the year books from those years which I also have.

My take on it is that I am not a hoarder because I don't collect things. I'm just a loyal dude that doesn't like to throw things out. How about you? Do you hoard? Do you or your spouse keep things long past their useful life? Do you classify yourself as a hoarder? According to the following article if you hoard it could be dangerous or harmful. Do you agree?

Today's Who Am I features another woman in history. Email answers to either billdahn@aol.con or

I was born in Wisconsin in 1859 and died in New York in 1947, I was the second of three children born to Lucius and Maria. I attended elementary education in a one-room schoolhouse. In 1877, I graduated from high school. My father refused to provide the money for more education so I taught school for a year, earning enough income to enter a State Agricultural College. I supported myself working in the state library and the college kitchen. I graduated in 1880 – the only woman among 18 graduates. I aspired to become a lawyer so I began reading law in an attorney’s office. The next year, I began teaching high school with the intent of earning enough money to study law at the university. However, I found I enjoyed teaching so much that I gave up the idea of becoming a lawyer. Less than two years later, I was appointed principal and superintendent of schools.

When I was 13 years old, I asked why my mother was not getting dressed up to go to town to vote like my father. My sincere question was met with laughter and the reason that voting was too important a civic duty to leave to women. On February 12 1885, I married Leo, an editor of the local newspaper and resigned from teaching (as married women were not allowed to teach). I became his business partner, writing a “Woman’s World” column but not about food or fashion, rather about women’s political and labor issues, and reminding women that if they wanted the vote, they needed to organize. Leo harshly criticized a local Republican candidate in the paper and was sued for libel forcing him to sell the newspaper. He went to San Francisco to find work where he caught typhoid fever. I received a telegram about him and left immediately by train, but he died before I arrived. I was a 27 year-old widow left with no house or financial resources. I decided to stay in San Francisco, finding work as a freelance journalist. I was barely making ends meet when one evening a male associate grabbed me and began kissing me. I managed to break away, but the assault left me feeling frightened and outraged and determined to do something about the vulnerability of working women. I become a public lecturer. After hiring an agent in 1887, I returned to the Midwest and began my work for suffrage. I joined the state branch of the Women’s Christian Temperance Union, becoming head of its suffrage section. As that local group began breaking apart, I began organizing women and creating suffrage clubs. In 1889, I was elected secretary of the state Woman Suffrage Association and the next year a delegate and minor speaker at the convention of the National American Woman Suffrage Association (NAWSA) in Washington, D.C. On June 10, 1890 I remarried in Seattle, Washington. I replaced Susan B. Anthony as a president of a suffrage organization in 1900. I am known for the famous quote: “The world taught women nothing skillful and then said her work was valueless. It permitted her no opinions and said she did not know how to think. It forbade her to speak in public and said the sex had no orators. It denied her the schools, and said the sex had no genius. It robbed her of every vestige of responsibility, and then called her weak. It taught her that every pleasure must come as a favor from men and when, to gain it, she decked herself in paint and fine feathers, as she had been taught to do, it called her vain.” In 1918 I established a famous league that still is a force in U.S. politics. In 1933 I helped establish the Protest Committee of Non-Jewish Women Against the Persecution of Jews in Germany. We obtained thousands of signatures to a letter protesting the crimes against the Jews. I lobbied Congress to amend the U.S. immigration laws to help Jews and other refugees escape. That same year, honoring my work, I received the American Hebrew Medal – the first woman to do so. Who Am I?

Sunday, April 25, 2010


First, I am going to start out the day with the gift of music. This is an incredible video of a young singer. To find out how young you will have to click on the following link:

Next up is the answer to yesterday's Who Am I. An amazing women that our history books forgot to teach us about, Ursula Bower. Read her story here:

Now on to my update. You pretty much have been kept on my life last week by my daily blog entries. Coming up next week. Monday a tour of the Y. If I like it I'll join it for a test month. If it works out then I will buy a year membership. Tuesday I take the reading mama to the library and then to lunch with her. Wednesday my annual physical, prayers and good vibes please. Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nothing planned. Let me repeat that. Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nothing planned.

Entertainment update. Off of Dancing With The Stars, thank goodness, Kate. Off of Celebrity Apprentice Goldberg who had the best line of the year when the men were negotiating with the women on which country singer they wanted to mold, "I don't like negotiating with anyone that I can't beat up." No Amazing Race last week due to the Country Music Awards. The Race returns tonight. Remember the last segment was filmed in Singapore where blog family member Snug resides. She sent me some pictures when she visited the park where the Race was filmed. I love to see pictures of blog members!

This week on Top Chef Masters the chefs cook for the cast of Modern Family.

Now it is your turn. The blog is yours to write about anything you damn well please. Update me on your life! Tell me what happened, is happening, and going to happen in your life! If you are new too the blog, then step up to the plate and introduce yourself! This is a good place to meet high quality friends!

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Up, Up, Up, & Away

The rumor has that one new reader of the blog isn't sure how to get to the stories mentioned on the blog. A link takes you directly to the article. Links show up in a different color than the rest of the blog entry. Just click on a link with your mouse, that will take you to the sotry.

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On to another subject. Imagine being stuck in traffic plodding along when you put your car in gear and it rises above the traffic and flies over it. Unrealistic? Not according to the following article:

We could be in flying cars by 2015. Do you agree with the article? Would you buy one? I am going to be first in line to buy one.

Today's Who Am I is courtesy of Connie.

When I was thirty years old I was living among the Naga Tribes for nearly five years when World War II reached my corner of the world in 1942. Until then I had been studying the native people as an anthropologist. Malaya, Singapore and Burma had fallen to the Japanese army in the worst defeat in the history of the British Empire. British and Indian troops had been forced into a horrific retreat across the Burmese border, through the Naga Hills into Eastern India. Rumours were rife that the Japanese would push across the border and break through the gateway of India. If India fell, the British war in the East - and the Empire itself - would be finished. Where along the long border would the Japanese come through? It was imperative that the British receive the earliest possible intelligence of such an offensive. Accordingly, a special guerilla troop called V Force was set up to patrol the Naga Hills both sides of the border. Native tribesmen, led by British officers, were recruited to patrol the impenetrable jungle and provide early warning of a Japanese invasion. I was an early, if unlikely, recruit to this cause. I had first visited India in 1937 with a school friend, on a trip where my mother had hoped she would meet a nice husband. Instead, she fell in love with the Naga Hills and their tribes. The Nagas were fiercely independent - they occasionally rebelled against British rule - and merciless to their enemies. Those who had claimed an enemy head in battle wore their victim's hair in tufts on their shields and earrings. They were also deeply moral and loyal. As well as studying the tribe, I dispensed medicines to them, and they took me into their hearts. They asked me to name their babies, and some even worshipped me as a goddess, believing me to be the reincarnation of a rebel priestess imprisoned by the British. When famine struck the villagers in the years before the war, I procured them government aid, saving many lives. Because of the loyalty I commanded among the Nagas, in August 1942 the head of V Force asked me to form the local Nagas into a band of scouts to comb the jungle for the Japanese. I became the only female guerilla commander in the history of the British Army, leading 150 Nagas armed only with ancient muzzle-loading guns across some 800 square miles of mountainous jungle. My story is one of the most extraordinary of World War II, however, like that of so many of the brave veterans of the war in the East, my heroism has faded from the pages of history. A new book tells my incredible tale and tells of the campaign in which she paid a crucial role: the Japanese offensive into India, and the savage battle of Kohima on which the fate of two empires turned. Who Am I?

Friday, April 23, 2010

In Hiding

Tomorrow there will be a Who Am I courtesy of Connie. Remember on the Who Am I to email me the answers rather than posting them on the blog. We don't want the late comers to the blog to cheat and steal your answers. Make them do their own darn homework.

As for today? Have you ever been in that state where you wanted to shut off your computer, turn off your phones, rollup in a ball and shutoff any contact with the outside world because you just didn't want to face the world and have anymore news? I'm there today.

L is my favorite cousin. We are connected at the hip because in a long line of relatives we were the only two with red hair. She is an absolutely beautiful woman. She lives now in Laguna Niguel, South of Los Angeles. A good Catholic girl she taught me how to use pogo sticks and how to play poker.

During my just ended busy season I wasn't really answering emails or returning phone calls. Didn't think I had the time. Last week a couple of days before April 15 she called my Mom worried about me because it wasn't like me to be non-responsive. I felt pretty bad so I got a little card with a picture of a baby's behind on it and wrote on the card that I was sorry for being a butt. I also sent a nice box of Moonstruck Chocolate to her with the card. This is the email that she sent yesterday:


Well, aren't you a sweetheart--got the candy and your note today and you didn't have to do that--I will cut you some slack anytime and you have been so, so busy. Three jobs during tax season is terrible. Slow down luv! How are you feeling? Know you have had some heart problems so take care of yourself.

This next info is just for you and not your mom. At her age, there is no reason for her to know this and worry her dear, sweet head, ok? I didn't say anything to her when I called her as just felt she didn't need to hear it. I now have been diagnosed with myeloma (bone marrow cancer). It is at a stage called "smoldering" because they can't find where it is for now. When the doctor called me smoldering I thought why you little devil you as he is quite young and I was beginning to feel like a "cougar"--then he added myeloma and burst my bubble. Ha--gotta keep things light ya know. Actually, the day after I got news of the diagnosis, I got an ad in the mail from a mortuary and laughed and told Clark, isn't this a bit premature. The bone marrow biopsy showed it but the pet scan can't pick it up yet. So I am on hold for now and having blood work and being watched. When it gets detectable, there will be chemo and a wicked kind--they have prepared me to be very ill. But ya know what--I will fight this stuff and keep on keeping on. I go to UCLA now but the doctors there plan to send me to Mayo Clinic in Scottsdale, AZ at some point as they are #1 in research and treatment of myeloma. It's a real bummer, isn't it? Excuse my language but I seem to be a "shit magnet" for cancer all of a sudden.

Tomorrow I have my endoscopy to check the lymphoma situation and it better be negative. Love ya much--off to eat chocolates--you have no idea how those came at just the right time.


There is no woman on this earth that deserves the trauma she is dealing with less than her. If there is anyone on earth that can beat it though, it is her.

On top of the news of my good friend Dick's passing, I don't want to hear anymore bad news. I am off to hide. Prayers, positive vibes, good thoughts sent my cousin's way would be very much appreciated.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

What I Didn't Know & Who Are We?

Dick Wright, a client and a friend, died Tuesday at age 89. He has known my parents for well over sixty years. When we lived in Pocatello, Idaho my parents were part of a group with five or six married couples. The women would get together to play bridge, the men would get together and play poker. The couples would go out together to celebrate whatever holiday or event that was going on at the time. Costume parties at Halloween, for example. Dick was brilliant. For a long time he was the public address announcer for The Spokane Indians, then a farm club of the Dodgers. He later was a public relations director for a local television station. Then he served as point man for the Rose festival. I knew all that. However, whenever a close friend dies it always amazes me what I didn't know about them. Over the years I must have had a thousand conversations with Dick and his wife, Bernice. They were like family. They attended our family events and we spent many evenings out as a group at restaurants. You would think at least once I would have asked Dick had he ever served in the military. I never did. He was a marine stationed in The South Pacific during World War II. What I could have learned had I just asked that simple question. I really need to get out of myself a bit more and into others lives to really get to know them. How about you? Are you surprised sometimes about what you didn't know about a close friend or relative? Dick may you rest in peace, you will be missed.

Today's Who Are We?

A move by congress in 1941 forced the Army to form our group. Still the War Department made an effort to eliminate our unit before it began by setting up a system with a higher education requirement than they expected to be filled. Their efforts failed when the War Department received an abundance of applicants that exceed those education requirements. We were commanded by Commander Davis one of the few black graduates of West Point. Because of segregation in the army the formation of our group lead to black surgeons being employed by our group.
Seventeen flight surgeons served us from 1941 through 1949. At that time, the typical tour of duty for a U.S. Army flight surgeon was four years. Six of these physicians lived under field conditions during operations in North Africa, Sicily, and Italy for almost eight years. Considered ready for combat duty, the 99th was transported to Casablanca, Morocco, on the USS Mariposa and participated in the North African campaign. From Morocco they traveled by train to Oujda then to Tunis, the location from which they operated against the Luftwaffe. Flyers and ground crew alike largely were isolated by the racial segregation practices of their initial command, the white 33rd Fighter Group and its commander Colonel William W. Momyer. The flight crews were handicapped by being left with little guidance from battle-experienced pilots except for a week spent with Colonel Phillip Cochran. The 99th's first combat mission was to attack the small, but strategic, volcanic island of Pantelleria in the Mediterranean Sea, in preparation for the Allied invasion of Sicily in July 1943. The 99th moved to Sicily where it received a Distinguished Unit Citation for its performance in combat. Colonel Momyer told media sources that the we were a failure , cowardly, incompetent, or worse, resulting in a critical article in TIME. In response, the House Armed Services Committee convened a hearing to determine whether the our group should be dissolved. To bolster the recommendation to scrap our group, a member of the committee commissioned and then submitted into evidence, a "scientific" report by the University of Texas that purported to prove that African Americans were of low intelligence and incapable of handling complex situations. Colonel Davis denied the claims by committee members, but only the intervention of Colonel Emmett "Rosie" O'Donnell prevented a recommendation for disbandment of our group being sent to President Franklin D. Roosevelt.
On January 27 and 28, 1944, Luftwaffe Fw 190 fighter-bombers raided Anzio, where the Allies had conducted amphibious landings on January 22. Attached to the 79th Fighter Group, eleven of us shot down thirteen enemy fighters. We won our second Distinguished Unit Citation on May 12–14, 1944, while attacking German positions on Monastery Hill (Monte Cassino), attacking infantry massing on the hill for a counterattack, and bombing a nearby strong point to force the surrender of the German garrison to Moroccan Goumiers. We accompanied another combat group on heavy bombing raids into Czechoslovakia, Austria, Hungary, Poland, and Germany. By the end of the war, we were credited with 112 Luftwaffe aircraft shot down. As a group we were awarded several Silver Stars, 150 Distinguished Flying Crosses, 8 Purple Hearts, 14 Bronze Stars, and 744 Air Medals. Who Are We?

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

No Fancy Dresses

The answer to yesterday's Who Am I?

Now on to a theme park that I think made a Mickey Mouse decision:|htmlws-sb-n|dl4|link4|

Frankly, I think no fancy dresses is the dumbest of dumb policies for them to have. What is a fancy dress? I could understand them banning dressing like the characters but fancy dresses? And what about name tags? Don't all their employees where name tags? So couldn't most of us be smart enough to know that if someone wasn't wearing a name tag their wouldn't employees?

Do you agree with their policy? Or are you with me? And no I don't plan on wearing a fancy dress to the theme park anytime soon.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Who Am I?

As a teen I marched in New York's Time Square shouting, "Stop the lynching." In the late 1950s and early 1960s I helped Martin Luther King, JR orchestrate the civil rights movement. I was on the platform just inches from king when he gave his "I Have A Dream" speach. I was referred to by activist C. Delores Tucker as the queen of the civil rights movement.

When I was named president of a Women's Organization in 1957 I was quoted as follows:

"I hope not to work this hard all the rest of my life, but whether it is the council, whether it is somewhere else, for the rest of my life, I will be working for equality, for justice, to eliminate racism, to build a better life for our families and our children."

I received the Presidential Medial for freedom. For my 90th birthday my friends rasied five million dollars to payoff the mortgage on the building of the organization that I was president of. The donors included Oprah.

I was born in Richmond, Va., and t moved to the Pittsburgh area when I was four. I earned bachelor's and master's degrees from New York University and did postgraduate work at Columbia University and the New York School of Social Work. (She had been turned away by Barnard College because it already had its quota of two black women.)

I am noted for the saying, "If the time is not ripe, we have to ripen the time."

Who Am I?

Monday, April 19, 2010

Cooking Up Typos And Affairs.

I know all about typos because I make so many of them. Probably the worst one I have ever made is on a resume that I sent out to about fifty prospective employers listing my title as Certified Pubic Accountant. While I felt sorry for the folks that made the following typo in their cook book I did have to laugh.|htmlws-sb-n|dl1|link6|

So what is the worst typo that you have made?

Now on to affairs. I always thought there was only one kind of an affair. One that shows either the lack of character of the person having the affair or that something is missing in the main relationship. The following article distinguishes between emotional and physical affairs. It indicates that one type of affair may be worse than the other.|htmlws-sb-n|dl5|link6|

Do you agree with the article?

Sunday, April 18, 2010

The Race To Singapore

The Amazing Race in this week's segment raced to Singapore. Of course I immediately thought of our friend and poster here, Adi. Adi posts under the name of Snugpug and of course hails from Singapore. She emailed me and wondered if I watched this week's segment of the race and of course I did. I responded and asked her if she had been to some of the places that were on the show and here was her response:

"Well, the funny thing is that when you actually live in a place, you never really get round to doing the touristy things till friends visit and you do it with them. So I'm ashamed to say that I've never been up the Singapore Flyer (that giant ferris wheel thing), the closest I got to it was to eat at a restaurant under it -- what they didn't show was that it sits on top of a low-rise building with several shops and restaurants. I didn't do the zip line at Sentosa either, which is a little offshore island connected by a causeway, though I've been to Sentosa quite a bit, my friends and I used to take our dogs swimming at one of the beaches. That field with a stage where the contestants had to do the drumming, that's within walking distance of where another friend lives and I've walked his dogs there, and they have marked the grass there. :) Back in junior college (which is your senior high, I think? we were 18 years old then), the school had a lion dance troupe where the members (mostly boys) learned that sort of drumming but I was never interested in it."

There is the inside scoop on the segment of The Amazing Race that ended with the lesbian couple being eliminated. Thank goodness.

On Dancing With The Stars soap star Aiden Turner got the axe. I was sort of hoping it was going to be Kate the B. Maybe this week.

On Celebrity Apprentice the men finally won one. That lead to the gorgeous Victoria Secret Agent, Seleta being axed. I was hoping for Maria or Cindy Laupner.

Now my brief update. Last night was the end of the tax season party for the CPA firm that I just completed the assignment for had their end of tax season party. We had the party at a combination restaurant, bowling alley, sports bar, arcade in Lake Oswego called Players. Here is their web page:

Everyone was given bowling t-shirts with the firm name on the front and your chosen nickname on the back. I had the receptionist pick my nickname. Whad did she choos my nickname to be? The Taxinator. Loved it.

On the agenda for next week: Take Mom to lunch tomorrow, we are going into the firm to lunch. Everyone wants to meet her and I want to show her off. Then there is picking up dry cleaning, housekeeping, laundry, joining the Y, writing two chapters, grocery shopping, a little relaxing, schedule my education, work on the July cousin reunion, and some things I probably forgot.

OK, your turn. Need your update. Tell me what your past week was like and what is on your agenda for next week. Also tell me if your were going to choose a nickname

Saturday, April 17, 2010


Sometimes redemption comes immediately, sometimes you have to wait thirty years for it.

I was getting ready to go to the bank to cash a hundred dollar check but before leaving I checked my mail. In the mail was a very nice card from my two bosses at the firm I just completed tax season for. The note had a hundred dollar bill in it and they wrote the following:

"Another successful tax season, Bill. Thank you for your wiliness to come back and help us. I used your workpapers as an example to F. for "how to do them." We would love to have you come back next year - keep in touch"

I absolutely loved the thoughtfulness of the message. I treasured the money because it was totally unexpected. But what I appreciated the most was the line "I used your workpapers as an example to F. as how to do them." Why?

I originally went to a four year college but after the accident I had to choose a college with good handicap facilities and the only one that fit the bill was a technical school. I received my A.A. Degree from the technical school in accounting technology. Then I received a scholarship to go back to the four year college. I took all my accounting classes at the technical school, all I took at the four year college was the electives required to get a B.S. Degree. The problem with doing the technical school first is that technical schools teach you practical things, they teach how to complete the task but not why you are doing it. I could do one hundred and twenty five strokes a minute on the adding machine, I just couldn't tell you why I was doing it. It really made for a very difficult transition from college to the working world.

After graduating from college I moved to Los Angeles. I wanted to become a CPA. To become a CPA you have to pass a two and one half day exam and work two years for a CPA firm. I didn't have a job when I first moved to LA. One day I decided to just hang out in downtown Long Beach. I put my suit on and headed out. When I got to downtown Long Beach, I spotted The Edison Building. I thought to myself there had to be a CPA firm in there. I walked in the lobby and sure enough there it was on the address board, "Arthur Young & Company." It was one of the largest eight accounting firms in the world at the time. I went upstairs and asked if they were hiring. They were. They had never heard of either of the small colleges in Southern Oregon that I attended so they asked if I would take a test. The test would take four hours. I was really coming down with a virus and was really sick to my stomach but I took the test anyway. I read the first thirty questions and only knew about ten of the answers. I was in a hurry to get out of there and get home to get some 7-up and rest. I kind of noticed in my ten answers a pattern. I didn't read any more questions, I just started marking the answers, following the pattern that I thought I had discovered. I would say to myself, no D's for a while so I better mark a D. Where are the C's. Got one now. I finished the test in a little over an hour. On they way home the partner at Arthur Young called me and asked if I would like to start work the next Monday. I had tripled the previous highest score on the test. Yup, little ole me had tripled the score of Harvard, Yale, Stanford, USC, UCLA grads. Had I read the darn questions no doubt I would have failed it.

Getting that high of a score on the test was the worst thing I could have done. It created expectations so high that I was never going to reach them. Combine that with my lack of knowledge of accounting theory and my first accounting job after college was doomed to failure. Instead of sending me out on my first audit assignment with their best senior accountant, they sent me out on my first audit assignment with their weakest senior accountant. Since the test score indicated star status they thought I could help him. The first audit assignment was to audit a hospital. Yup, after eight years in and out of hospitals the luck of the draw of audit assignments sent me to Woodruff Gables in Lakewood. They set up a trailer for T, the senior accountant, and I out behind the hospital. We would go into the hospital to get paper work and then go back out to the trailer to do our work. T was going through a divorce, he had one more chance to take the CPA exam and pass it or he was going to lose the two parts he had already passed. T was stress multiplied. My senior accountant on my first audit job out of college had a nervous breakdown and he had it on the job. I came to work one morning and there was T sitting pow wow style in the middle of the parking lot. He had this amazingly long extension cord, had the adding machine between his legs and set there adding up documents as cars whizzed by him and around him. I called the home office and reported the incident. I didn't think you could make it in five minutes from downtown Long Beach to Lakewood but the partner did. So there I was alone with no supervision doing workpapers that nobody taught me how to do.

Ten months into the job I got a call from home office to come in from the field. They fired me. The only job that I have ever been let go from. They said I didn't really understand the theory of accounting. They also said my workpapers were terrible and they doubted that I would learn how to do them.

Redemption is so sweet. Do you have any redemption stories you would like to share?

Friday, April 16, 2010

No Thinking Zone

I am taking a couple of days off from thinking. Part of the process of recharging my batteries, both mental and physical. My cousin Sharon from Virginia and New York sends out emails every Friday titled "Happy Friday", the emails are often very funny. Today's email form her releived me of the responsibility of thinking as I am using that email as today's blog post:


1. The roundest knight at King Arthur's round table was Sir
Cumference. He acquired his size from too much pi.

2. I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island, but it turned
out to be an optical Aleutian .

3. She was only a whiskey maker, but he loved her still.

4. A rubber band pistol was confiscated from algebra class, because
it was a weapon of math disruption.

5. No matter how much you push the envelope, it'll still be stationery.

6. A dog gave birth to puppies near the road and was cited for littering.

7. A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France would result in Linoleum Blownapart.

8. Two silk worms had a race. They ended up in a tie.

9. A hole has been found in the nudist camp wall. The police are looking into it.

10. Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.

11. Atheism is a non-prophet organization.

12. Two hats were hanging on a hat rack in the hallway. One hat said to the other “You stay here. I'll go on a head.”

13.. I wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger. Then it hit me.

14. A sign on the lawn at a drug rehab center said, “Keep off the Grass.”

15. The short fortune-teller who escaped from prison was a small medium at large.

16. The man who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now seasoned veteran.

17. A backward poet writes inverse.

18. In a democracy it's your vote that counts but in feudalism your count votes.

19. When cannibals ate a missionary, they got a taste of religion.

20. If you jumped off the bridge in Paris , you'd be in Seine.

I hope today's post wasn't to Punishing. Comments are appreciated.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

April 15

A day that strikes fear into the hearts of many. For me, however, it is date I treasure. For me it is the end of seventy hour work weeks and daily stress. It is start of a new life. Every year, last year being the exception, I've been done with all my work on April 14 and just used the 15th for extensions and phone calls. I finished all my work by one o'clock yesterday. Today is catch up day. Laundry. Grover shopping. House cleaning. Then tonight to celebrate the end of tax season I am taking my Mom, my sister, and my brother-in-law all out to Claim Jumpers. What are you doing today?

Are you going to partake in any of the free stuff being handed out by companies today?|htmlws-main-n|dl6|link3|

In the honor of celebrating creative tax returns are you going to do anything creative like the following young woman did?|htmlws-main-n|dl3|link5|

Are are you going to be working frantically to get your tax return done and then stand in long lines are the post office? To help you out you might want to consider an extension. Here is the form you can print, fill out, and then send to the IRS. Just remember if you owe tax this is an extensiion of time to file not an extension of time to pay. Estimate the amount you will owe and send a payment with the form. Remember the worst thing you can do is nothing. If you owe taxes and can't afford to pay the tax file anyway. File without payment. Then you won't be charged with a non-filing penalty that can be up to fifty percent of the tax you owe. That is not a misprint. It can be fifty percent of the tax you. Doing something is alway better than doing nothing. Here is the printable extension form:

Hope your day isn't to taxing.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

The Civic Minded

Over half the incoming college freshman failed this test. Yale and Harvard students barely got sixty percent. I got seventy-six percent.

Click on the "Take the quiz" link. Then be honest, tell me your score.

Hope this day isn't to much of a test for you all!

Monday, April 12, 2010


Funny things kids say:|htmlws-main-n|dl4|link3|

A couple from my childhood. Barry was my friend that I grew up with in Pocatello, Idaho. We always played together. He was a cute kid. One time we came home in a break from our playing for some snacks. My mom cut a banana in half and gave us each a half of banana. Barry looked puzzled and said to my mom "Even monkeys get whole bananas."

Then there is my brother. At dinner time we always got "clean your plate there are kids in China starving." My brother once said "Name one."

Any funny stories about you or your kids that you would like to share?

Now on to another mother. I'm not sure if I agree with what the mother did but I certainly don't think it rose to the level that charges should have been filed. Read the story here:|htmlws-main-n|dl1|link5|

What do you think of the story? Mother right or wrong? Charges or no charges?

Sunday, April 11, 2010

The Final Countdown

To say I am exhausted would be an understatement. I'm to old for this grind. I just want to stay in bed and sleep all day. Or get back to my routine. Also start on a new life I have planned. Join the Y. Start writing more. Get more technology efficient with new electronic gadgets. Maybe even learn how to podcast. How would you like the Dahn Report as a podcast? No promises because when I try to learn how I may be more capable at getting in touch with my inner doofus than I will at learning. I don't even know how expensive the new equipment and that could be a real hinderance to lofty goals. Five days and counting. Maybe earlier if I run out of work. I did have a nice compliment yesterday. A client called and told me he bought a piece of rental property and wanted to know how it would effect his estimates. I went into the male partner and said "G is going to call you after 4-15 to discuss his estimates." "You mean you aren't going to be here after 4-15." "I don't think you want me after after 4-15." "I would, if we had enough work, I would." Made my day.

OK, Blog family get your healing powers to the forefront. DR is having a lot of hip/shoulder problems and is having a blood test tomorrow. Send prayers, vibes, good thoughts, positive powers here direction so that she can have some paid free days!

Yesterday, Mary Z posted a link in the comment section that will help you solve the blind sport problem you have when you are driving. Check out this link:

Entertainment Update:

Off Dancing With The Stars, thank God, Buzz Aldrin. Next off I hope is Kate the B. (who reports have her engaged to Lindsay Lohan's dad.)

Celebrity Apprentice gone is Governor Rod. Man got sent home because he couldn't lead. Anyone see the irony in that? Women are kicking butt on the Celebrity Apprenctice.

The Amazing Race sent the father-son team home. I really want the lesbian couple gone. They just annoy the heck out of me and they are often mean to each other. My favorites, the cowboys, not only were the first team in the history of the race to go from last to first in a week they did it despite having to do an extra task. The Western duo are fun. I always go with fun over mean.

A new show I have been watching, Undercover Boss, has its season finale tonight. If you haven't watched it before give it try. CEO's from big companies go undercover and pose as entry level workers to see what is really going on in their company. Seven-Eleven, Roto-Rooter, Churchill Downs are some of the companies that had the CEO's try entry level jobs. Not only a fun show but often a very touching show. It comes on after The Amazing Race on CBS.

Now it is your turn. You know the drill. You get to tell me what is going on in your lives. If you are new to the blog go ahead and introduce yourself.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

The Blind Spot

When you are on a two lane road if the car in the next lane drives next to you in a certain way you can't see them even if you use your mirrors. Called the blind spot. You avoid it by quickly turning around and looking in the next lane before pulling over. Some of the new cars that on the road, like 2010 Taurus, has a little detector that alerts their drivers when someone is riding in their blind spot. It could decrease the amount of accidents on the road.

Now there may be a new type of driver on the road. Read the amazing invention here:|htmlws-sb-n|dl4|link6|

I am not sure how I feel about this. On one hand I think anything that helps any person disabled or not to live independently is a great idea. On the other hand I wonder if I am going to be at more danger on the road.

Where do you stand? The blind be able to drive, a good idea or a bad idea?

Friday, April 9, 2010

A Father's Love

Been a really busy today with the tax deadline only a week away. You know from my previous postings that I had a great dad that always put his children first and would do anything for us. As you also know from my previous postings I loved my dad and miss him every day. I found the following story really touching:|htmlws-main-n|dl5|link3|

As always your comments are appreciated.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Women Drivers!

Before we talk about driving with the stronger sex here is a link that Mary Z provided yesterday. Go ahead, enter and try your luck!

Next up let's talk about the following article:

I'm not sure I'm ready to agree with the article. Are you? Among your friends and relatives who are the better drivers? I'm a better driver than most of my nieces. Slower maybe but better. But I am also a better driver than my nephew. Mom was a good driver when she drove, dad too but as he got older he got worse and you were safer with Mom. Without mentioning names there is a person that reads the blog that does well known u-turns at the drop of a hat. But rumor has it that she is still a darn good driver. I think I am going with the opening of the article, it depends on the person.

Who would you rather ride with, a man or a woman? Or do you care?

Tuesday, April 6, 2010


There is good luck:

How would you have reacted? I'm not sure what I would have done but I suspect I would have thought it was a ruse or a scam and done nothing. I'm glad the person didn't get me on the phone.

There is bad luck:

Trying to help someone and you land in jail. I would have been so ticked! How about you?

What has you luck been like lately? Good or bad? Mostly mine has been good but there still is that Powerball jackpot that keeps avoiding me.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Music & Art

Today subjects are:


For those of you that have never heard of or heard the music of Michael Alan Harrison you are missing the music of one of the best jazz musicians around. You listen to one of his CDS at a library or you can buy one of his CDS anywhere that sells them.

The fact that he saw something in the young girl in the story just tells you how good she is.


Art is therapy and it doesn't even have to be good art. This story touched me to the core.

As always your thoughts and comments are appreciated!

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Easter Update

Hello everyone, I wish those that celebrate Easter a very special day. Here is a little Easter history:|htmlws-sb-n|dl5|link6|

I also hope those that observe Passover are enjoying the festival. For those that, like me, wanted to know more about Passover here is some information:

I wanted to bring to your attention that Mary Z sold a piece of artwork she created. Congratulations, Mary Z! You can go to her blog here view the piece. Look at the blog entry for March 31:

Now on to my update. Had a great time yesterday with my friends from Seattle, Mark and Sandra. They, Mom, and I went to Claim Jumpers for dinner. We had a great waitress and the food was outstanding. So was the conversation. Mom's loves them as do I. Great evening. They left Mom's house then went back to their hotel to get some rest for an early start to there trip back to Seattle this morning. Mom and I celebrated Easter this morning by going out for breakfast. After this post I am heading in to work.

I had a realization at work this week. I am the point man on hard returns. About a week ago the boss told me that F was out of work and could I give her a list of returns that I hadn't started. I did. Friday F came back and said "those were hard returns. I enjoyed doing them." I was thinking to myself, all my returns are either that hard or harder. It was a confidence booster.

Entertainment Update: Cowboys (my favorite) finished last on The Amazing Race but didn't get eliminated as it was a non-elimination week. Shannon Doherty got eliminated on Dancing With The Stars when it should have been Buzz or Kate. Celebrity Apprentice Daryl Strawberry was fired, well really he quit, took a bullet for the team.

Now it is your turn. Update me on you life! Tell me everything!

Friday, April 2, 2010

A New Debate, The Itsy Bitsy Newspaper

The great debate for years was whether that charming children's spider song was sang as "the itsy-bitsy spider went up the water spout" or as "the eency-weency spider went up the water spout." All the folks that aren't misguided have solved that debate a long time ago. We all know that the song goes as follows:

The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout.
Down came the rain, and washed the spider out.
Out came the sun, and dried up all the rain
And the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again.

Now that the great debate is solved once and for all, it is time for a new debate. What is the proper way to read a newspaper? Yes there are options. You get to choose one of the following two options:

When you read the newspaper do you read everything on the page you are reading and then turn the page. Let's say there was a story about a golfer being outed as a scumbag. Only half the story is on the front page, at the bottom of the story is "continued on page 4." Do you immediately turn to page four and finish that story? Or do you read all the stories on the front page and then turn to the next page?

I read all the stories on the front page first and then go to page two read all the stories on page two and then move on to page three. I finish the articles as I come to them. Makes reading the paper a lot faster.

How do you read the paper?

Thursday, April 1, 2010

I Spy, I lose

Am I being naive when the following article shocks the heck out of me?|htmlws-sb-n|dl5|link6|

Aren't relationships supposed to be based on trust? If you don't trust the person that you are with, then just why are you with them? I also find it interest that women spy more often then men but that could just be a byproduct of more men cheat then women.

The next article troubles me even more. Oh how generous of the casino they gave her a free breakfast and refunded her twenty bucks. Personally, I think the woman should sue the casino and make them prove from computer tapes that it was in fact an error. In my mind this gives the casino way to much leeway. The casino can avoid any jackpot by just stating it was a mistake.|htmlws-sb-n|dl1|link4|

What do you think the casino should do? What would you do if you won a jackpot one minute and the next minute it was gone?

What do you think of spying on your spouse or siginificant other? Good idea, bad idea?

My answers. The casino should have paid the jackpot. That would have turned bad press into good press. I imagine that a lot of people will stay away from the casino now. As to spying, almost always a bad idea.