Monday, February 28, 2011


A monologue is where one person talks and others listen.  Hence the "mono" in the word meaning one.   A dialogue is where two people are talking.  Hence the use of the "di" in the word meaning two.  A monologue is not interactive.  Only the speaker works while the listener remains passive and only listens.   In a dialogue both people talk but only one at a time.  You do two things.  You talk and then actively listen.  I like the example of a tennis match where the ball moves from one side of the court to the other side.  The ball is only in one court at a time.  With a good dialogue only one person talks at a time.  The participants take turns.  While one person is talking the other person listens.  I said all of that to say this.  We have become a nation of "over-talkers" where people start talking before the other person is finished.   I am afraid that we have learned this from the talking heads.  We have learned it from MSNBC, CNN and Fox News.  Check it out.  The people they have on their panels are serial over-talkers.  They can't shut up if their life depended on it.  I laugh when this happens because without fail the first person who was talking who gets interrupted by an over-talker will immediately say, "Now I let you talk and all I ask is that you let me speak."   The immediate response is for the offending party is to go on the attack as if the second person has exposed a weakness and somehow the over-talker is winning.  I think that it has more to do with civility.  Good manners.  Being polite.  I also believe that over-talkers are inherently stupid.

Saturday, February 26, 2011


I sometimes wonder 

in my advancing years 
if I am losing my hearing. 
People do not 
talk loud enough.  

They do not 
enunciate their words well.  

Not as loud 
and as clear 
as when 
I was much younger.  

Just about the time 
I feel that all hope is lost 
it will snow.  

The snow,
 not sleet, 
not ice, not rain,
will begin to fall 
on the metal 
around the chimney 
for the fireplace 
in my bedroom 
and I can hear 
every flake 
Flakes that are 
as light as a fairies foot.  

As light as an elf scampering 
across my roof.  

As light as an imp 
trying to get in 
to do mischief.  

And then and only then 
am I reassured 
that all is well with the world 
and that I can,
in fact, 
hear once again 
as a young man.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011


Your legacy is what you leave behind.

It could be your art, your writing, your thoughts, your property, your children, your business or most often, simply put, it is how people will remember you.
Will you be remembered for being a great sports fan having spent most of your life sitting in front of the TV watching sporting events?
Will you be remembered for working in the community helping others in a soup kitchen or in a free clinic?
Will you be remembered as someone who did not like to interact with other people and thereby invisible to most of the world?
Did you help children and adults to learn to make themselves and the world better? 
Your legacy is not something that is decided by others.
Your legacy is decided by you and no one else.

Friday, February 18, 2011


I am always amazed at how all people young and old feel that they are bulletproof.  Invincible. Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.  Faster than a speeding bullet. 

 Last night the news reported that four people had been killed in a car accident at 84th and Washington Street in the north Denver suburbs.  Later they said Grant Street but what difference does it make to the four dead people.  

This morning I got up and the total had been raised to five dead.  Apparently they found another dead body in one of the vehicles when they started to clean up the accident scene.  That is not uncommon.  

This past year a woman disappeared after a car accident and she was not found until the snow melted nearby. She had apparently walked into a field from the accident scene and died.   

The two cars in this accident were an Expedition that was reported to be driving erratically and at a high speed and another vehicle that was going through the intersection.  

Yesterday in another snowstorm here I was coming back from the store and twice people drove straight toward me on my side of the road.  White knuckles.  Brain shuts off in panic.  

Ahead of me later a car was driving about five miles an hour but on the right side of the road.  Still dangerous.  Still white knuckles.  

Several times in the past 24 hours I considered just parking my car and giving it away as the risk to my life and limb.  Owning a car  is not worth the convenience.   Plus riding the bus is an excellent opportunity for me to practice my foreign languages.
G. Martin Lindstrom, MA
Adjunct Faculty
Social and Behavioral Science
Colorado Mountain College
138 Lakeview Circle West
Breckenridge, CO  80424-8941

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Thursday, February 3, 2011

How cold?

I read yesterday that the all-time record low temperature of -61 was  in Colorado was in Maybell in 1985.  I don't remember that but maybe my brain was frozen.  Maybell is about halfway between here and there.  On highway 40 between Steamboat Springs and Craig just past Hayden.  Blink and you will miss it.  

Two times that I thought should have been records came to mind.   

Once was in 1978 when my brother in law and I were on a road trip and ended up in a motel in Alamosa.  I never did find out how cold it was but the smart guests knew enough not to shut off their engines overnight knowing that the vehicles would not start in the morning.  

When I was in Thule, Greenland they did the same thing.  They would get new equipment, start it up and never shut it off.  Let it run.  Kept it warm because it would never be warm again.  

In Alamosa a fellow with a mechanic's truck with a portable welder drove around in the morning jump starting every car in the lot including mine, free of charge.  The code of the west.  Never leave a fellow traveler with a dead battery.  

The other one was when my youngest son was about ten in 1990.  He had made it into the finals of the Elks Free Throw contest and the event was being held in Craig.  We stayed at the Holiday Inn and I took the cot next to the wall and let the young ruffians have the two big beds.  I went to sleep and woke up in the morning with my pillow and the sheets frozen to the inside wall.  Yes, the inside wall.  

One winter my family was staying at the Holiday Inn in Fort Dodge, Iowa and there was ice on the inside of the window in the room.  Yes, the inside of the window.  

The same thing in the Ramada Inn in Gillette, Wyoming in 1982 where the inside window in the lounge where the band was playing was coated with ice.

There has to be a country and western song in all of this.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Walked uphill both ways

The forecast a few minutes ago calls for minus 30 to 40 degrees below zero wind chill today.  

My thermometer outside my front door said it was a balmy minus 10 degrees.  
Most of the major school districts in the Denver metro area actually cancelled school for today and made the announcement yesterday.
Too cold for the children to stand at the bus stop or to walk to school.  
I was a school administrator for several years in the metro area and we never called off school the day before the bad weather.  
Says something about the amount of trust we had in the National Weather Service.  
The high in Denver today is supposed to be minus 1 degree.  
Yes, the high.  
It will be one of those days where the children will bore their grandchildren with the stories of how cold it was back in 2011.  
Not unlike my generation boring our grandchildren with stories about how we walked five miles to school uphill both ways.