Visit here was time well spent
To the editor:
I am glad it is close, “it” being going home. This has been by far the most successful writing time I have ever experienced. I hope I find a way to keep it going when I re-enter the world, leaving this expanse of granite water, which I grant it, is a muse of the first nomenclature, to return to the trees of Southern Indiana which do a little musing of their own.
I read the Daily Mining Gazette for Wednesday, June 26 front to back, and you’ll be pleased to know that the paper was a good read.
The Opinion Page caught my attention almost as much as Arlo and Janis and both caught it for the same reason, they were hilarious.
June 26th was my wife’s birthday. Furthermore, the cartoon on the OP was drawn by a cartoonist at the Indianapolis Star, so it seems the stars were aligned for this Hoosier to read this edition of this paper, having read no other in the month I have enjoyed the extraordinary Keweenaw Peninsula.
Thomas Sowell’s column is aptly named. His thoughts, thankfully, are from the passing scene, and the world will be better when they become the scene of the past.
The “scene,” is Sowell’s ignorance of the world in which most human beings live, as well as the rest of life on this planet. Ignorance becomes stupidity when willfully chosen. Ignorance is curable, stupidity shows little sign of being so.
The best cure for ignorance is sight, and if Sowell cannot see the reality of climate change, or hear the voices of the overwhelming majority of scientists in the world, he’s gone bind and deaf.
If he cannot smell the rot of the passing scene of greed exhibited by the unprecedented inequality in America, he needs to blow his nose.
Perhaps he suffers from chronic cranial colonitis, so-named for the position of the head.
Contrary to the cartoon, the next generation is awake, and growing aware, all around the world, which gives hope to this grandpa. Cyberia rocks, as does Dreamland. Rabbit Bay is wonderful. Keweenaw people are friendly. I hope to come back, but it’s good I fell out of love with guns thirty years ago, because if I had had a gun, I would have shot too many holes in the cabin (camp) trying to bag the limit on mosquitos.
Rev. Bill Breeden