Thank you, Keith and Carolyn Maupin

Keith and Carolyn reading one of the thousands of letters they have received from around the country


This is not a comment on the war.  You have to decide that for yourselves.  This is a thank you to two parents who shared their lives and that of their beloved son with the country and the world.

Keith and Carolyn Maupin’s story is one of dignity, class, and courage, in the face of what has to be a parent’s worst nightmare.

I can’t imagine living through what they had to endure for the past four years, wondering, not knowing for sure, waking up in the middle of the night and realizing that it wasn’t/isn’t all a bad dream.

I hope I never have to face the tragedy that the Maupin’s have.  I want to believe that when tragedy does come  into my life (it will for all of us, different times and in different ways) that I will remember Keith and Carolyn Maupin, and take strength from their example.

In our society today, it feels like there isn’t anything people won’t stoup to, in-order to get their 15 minutes of…infamy.  They will degrade themselves, the memories of their loved ones, do whatever they have to, to make it into that “spotlight”.

Thank you Keith and Carolyn, for showing us that there still is dignity in America.




Dayton Dragons – Our Boys of Summer

This Single-A affiliate of the Cincinnati Reds has sold out every game since its inception in 2000. On April 17, the Dragons played in front of their 500th consecutive sellout crowd. Their streak is believed to be the current longest across professional sports in the U.S – SI.com

Lovin’ that Dayton Dragon’s Green!!!  Are you looking for a great time, and  a place you can take the family, without having to sell a kidney???  Even though the season is SOLD OUT AGAIN, the Dragon’s Ballpark offer’s lawn seating all season long, and holds special “Fan Appreciation” nights, so that EVERYONE has the chance to see a Dragon’s game this year. 

Grab a blanket, throw the kids in the car, and head to Fifth/Third Field, in downtown Dayton, and enjoy a wonderful evening of America’s past time, and stick around afterwards, and watch the fireworks!!


Artemis Center for Alternatives to Domestic Violence

I imagine it may have happened like this.  It was 1985, and a few friends were sitting around a kitchen table, and for some reason the subject came up.  It could have been a sensational story in the paper, but I have a feeling it was more likely one of them had a loved one who was living with domestic violence.  She might have even been killed, it happens all of the time.  Human beings build barriers between ourselves and tragedies that are far away.  That way they don’t seem so real.  But when it happens close to home (or in your home), you can’t build a barrier against that.  It gets through, it gets in, and you have to deal with it.

So…the ladies were having a conversation, and the subject turned to what could they do to help.  Remember, this was the mid-80’s, and a lot of women still lived with domestic violence in silence.  There weren’t separate shelter’s for women (if there were, there weren’t enough).  If you left home, and you had no family, where was there to go??  You could call an agency, and they would tell you to leave, but they couldn’t answer “to where?”.  You couldn’t take your kids to a homeless shelter.  You had heard the stories, of beatings, rape, and even murder that happened there.  You couldn’t go to a friends house, they had their own problems, besides he would find you anyway.  No…it was better to stay where you were.  At least you knew where the “bad” was coming from here. 

Back to the friends… they talked about donating money, food, clothes.  Maybe they even did, at first.  But it didn’t feel like enough, not nearly enough.  There had to be something more that they could do. Somebody said something about getting organized, and offering to help people as they needed it.  Somebody else offered to set up in a spare bedroom, upstairs in her house.  How much room would they need anyway? Well then came the subject of a name.  They had to be called something. From somewhere came the name of “Artemis, the goddess protector of the vulnerable, of women and children”. Continue reading ‘Artemis Center for Alternatives to Domestic Violence’



City Life is back!! Starting May 16 and running until the middle of August, J. Seward Johnson’s lifelike bronze sculptures will be on exhibit all over the Downtown Dayton area. These are really sensational pieces, and it is amazing to watch people’s reaction to them. Children especially go wide-eyed, and then can’t resist touching them. I have seen a few even jump back a little, because they thought for sure that they were going to move!!! My favorite one of course is the Marilyn Monroe figure. It is so funny to watch men walk by her, and not be able to resist looking up her skirt! To see more sculptures check out:


fat women and stretch pants

do you ever wonder how some things get started?  who was the pioneer that ventured out, risking all, and took that first momentous step for the rest of us?

I will ashamedly admit, that on the weekends, I have been known to pull on synthetic black tights, and a huge sweater, and go around my house in my socks.  Actually, I find it very liberating, especially when it is cold outside, and I know that I don’t have to go anywhere (okay, okay, I have also snuck down to the grocery in this outfit on occasion, but I avoid anyone I know).  But who do I have to thank for this privilege?

what about bald men and ponytails?  who was the pioneer for this one? what twist of fate brought those two conditions together?  okay, I know you have all seen it, and probably have been too polite to say anything, but who was the first fat guy to adorn the pool in a speedo? I have to admit, that’s one combination that I am not sure I can totally wrap my brain around.  I might even go so far as to forgo my tights forever, if all fat men everywhere were to burn their speedos!!

what about body piercing and tattooing?  do not get me wrong, I have nothing against it, I just wonder who the first person was to pierce their nose, the bottom lip, the nipple (I am sorry, but ouch!) or make a bold statement by tattooing places that even their own mother doesn’t see anymore?  I know a lot of it gets its origins from ancient tribes, I am just curious about the practises of the current generation.  they are sacrificing some very delicate areas as slaves to some order of fashion, and some of these sensitive spots, will not age gracefully, whether tattooed or pierced.  haven’t you ever seen the old ladies with their ear lobes resting on their shoulders??  how many butterflies will turn into pterodactyl looking creatures?  how many tribal tattoos will start to look like kindergarten drawings when the bicep doesn’t stay where it is supposed to anymore?  and the perky pierced nipple and/or belly button? one pregnancy will take care of both of those. 

does it ever make you wonder, in that area of the brain that is supposed to harbor our creativity, do we experience delicate short-circuits?? minor tremors that shove good taste and common sense straight to the basement of our subconscious, and we create these combinations that if we were in our right minds, we never, ever would have conceived?  so do we just chalk it all up to temporary insanity??  I vote yes. (and if I see you coming at the Kroger in your tights, we both pretend we didn’t see each other, deal?)



Way To Go Chris!!!!

Group aids search efforts to bring closure for families

South Park-based nonprofit organization VIASAR analyzes aerial photographs to help recover bodies.

Staff Writer

Sunday, April 20, 2008

When a fisherman off the coast of Maine went overboard last fall and his empty boat was discovered later in a cove, search-and-rescue teams exhausted their efforts trying to find the man’s body.

That’s when volunteers pitched in, including a team of imagery analysts and engineers from the Dayton area, to renew the search with aerial photographs. The high-resolution photos were sent to Chris Rowley, Kevin Culli and John DeWeese, all Dayton area defense contractors, who then put to civilian use their many years of experience analyzing military surveillance images.

Rowley, 41, was inspired to organize VIASAR — Volunteer Imagery Analysts for Search and Rescue — a year ago after he assisted in the search for the body of his cousin’s 17-year-old son, who had fallen from a bridge into Maine’s Penobscot Bay.

Giving closure to grieving families is the organization’s goal.

With recent advances in computer imaging and high-resolution photography, Rowley says it’s time to bring search-and-rescue operations into the digital age.

“Very few are using aircraft, and even fewer aerial photographs,” he said.

While observers in planes can often miss details, digital photographs can be taken from planes over wide areas, then sent to computers anywhere in the world, where analysts can magnify, enhance and inspect the images with trained eyes.

For now, VIASAR is based in the attic office of Rowley’s South Park home, where he uses his dual-screen computer to coordinate the work of 15 image analysts here, across the country and in Germany. But he has high hopes of growing the nonprofit organization into an international network of hundreds of volunteer analysts using the latest imaging and analysis equipment.

Rowley says his group would like to gain access to fiber optic lines that would speed their work, allowing them to distribute photos for analysis in minutes rather than hours. Down the road, they also might be able to operate Unmanned Airborne Vehicles for taking their own photos. Currently, they must rely on volunteer photographers including those at the Down East Medical Institute in Maine.

Rowley, who has dedicated VIASAR to the memory of his cousin’s son, is upbeat about its future. “These things will come, as long as we are vigilant.”



If you want to know more, or donate to help VIASAR grow, visit:  www.viasar.com

my second life

starting my second life

kids are raised (almost, one more to go), its starting to be time for me to create a new life; one with music, art, unplanned sex, and general fun (mixed with a little work here and there).

this is my journal, and it will be the most random, disorganized thing out there (oh, well), hopefully though there will be enough in it to at least be interesting

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