Journalism to make you think does still exist

Over the past few years, I have struggled to find media that would educate, inspire, challenge, and interest me. Most of the main stream media (MSM) comes with their own biases. They are no longer focused on informing viewers/readers of the facts but rather on putting their spin and convincing the viewers/readers of a specific point of view. About 18 months ago, I discovered The Free Press and about 14 months ago became a paid subscriber. It is the best money I spend every year. There is diversity of viewpoints. Interesting articles that make me think. Positions that challenge my beliefs and cause me to take pause and rethink and re-evaluate what I believe. Today’s Free Press provides a wide variety of examples.

I choose to write about this today because we so rarely have the opportunity to engage with things that challenge our thinking. Today’s world is focused on finding those we agree with and immersing ourselves with them. Most people have their TV news that they watch and stick to it – CNN, MSNBC, FOX, ABC, NBC, CBS, etc. The same is true with newpapers and magazines. The NY Times, Washington Post, The Wall Street Journal, etc. As I read through the summary of today’s Free Press, I found five (5) articles that intrigued me. That made me think. I want to share them with you along with my thoughts and why each one interested me.

There has been a lot of talk for a number of years about vaccines. I’m a believer that vaccines work. I’m vaccinated. My kids are vaccinated. We believe in science. Do vaccines have a link to autism? (The data clearly says no.) There has been a long debate about the Covid vaccine (full disclosure – I got the vaccine and 2 boosters.) My wife and I argue about the flu vaccine as it seems I only get the flu when I get the vaccine. I don’t get it any longer and have promised her that if/when I get the flu and it’s really bad, I will get the vaccine the next year. It’s been about 6 years since I had the flu. I know there is no statistical validity to this belief (my father-in-law is a pulmonologist and we have this conversation every year and I know I frustrate both him and my wife) but it’s working for me so I’ll continue until it doesn’t. With the rise of Robert F. Kennedy Jr. in the incoming administration, vaccines are under scrutiny once again. In today’s Free Press, there is a powerful piece about the polio vaccine, currently under attack.

I’m very grateful for vaccines like the polio and smallpox vaccines. They eliminated horrible diseases. Watching vaccine deniers push their agenda scares me. I remember when my younger son’s school had an outbreak of Whooping Cough in Seattle. I was startled and then learned that in Seattle, vaccines are optional for school attendance. That shocked me. Vaccines save lives. The article in the Free Press is a powerful reminder of what life was like before the polio vaccine. The way families suffered and children died. We live in a world where we often forget the realities of the past, of what the world looked like before vaccines, before medical breakthroughs and before advances we take for granted. My father had an older sister, Barbara, that he never knew because she died as an infant. What killed her in the early 1940s was completely treatable by the 1960s. We cannot allow our society to regress against science. I’m thankful for this powerful article that reminds me how far we have come and how much work we have to do to ensure we don’t return to those dark days of death by what are now preventable diseases.

There has been a lot of unbelievable support for Luigi Mangione’s alleged murder of United Healthcare CEO Brian Thompson. Like many other people, I have many issues with health insurance, the cost, the coverage, and the need for radical reformation. That does not excuse murder. That does not permit murder. We have seen such incredible political violence in the past few years that it is frightening. We see it on college campuses with antisemitism. We see the antisemitic violence in the streets of London. We see antisemitic violence in New York, California, and throughout Canada. Across the world and throughout America. Today’s Free Press has a great article about why political violence occurs.

As I read the article, I was reminded of the political violence in the 60s and 70s. How today’s leaders have been able to forget that political violence cost us the lives of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., Bobby Kennedy, Malcom X, and President John F. Kennedy (conspiracy theorists may disagree here) amazes me. I found it interesting that the author stated that the political violence went away without having any meaningful effect. Nothing was solved by the political violence and yet it still went away. It is a reminder that, “such a situation is unsustainable, because political violence cannot coexist with a functioning democracy.”

As I read the article, it made me realize that so many things happen in our world because we allow them. If we tolerate bad behavior, it happens. We have allowed money to rule politics so it does. If we were to demand changes, they would happen. But we don’t. Congress complains about dark money when the other party is raising big dollars that way but won’t pass laws to outlaw it because they want to do better in raising it themselves. They allow it and use it as a political tool. Immigration is another example. Instead of taking action to create real immigration reform, our political parties use it as a weapon against their opponents. Political violence is no different. As the author stated so simply and eloquently, “All of this suggests that political violence is downstream of public support, and that political violence happens because we let it.”

The media covers the war between Israel and Hamas in Gaza. Between Israel and Hezbollah in Lebanon. They cover the rockets being fired from Yemen by the Houthis. They report on the uprising in Syria and the overthrow of the Assad regime. They don’t cover what is happening in Georgia though (the country not the U.S. State). According to the media, there is nothing worth covering there. Today’s Free Press does a great job highlighting the uprising in Georgia by the pro-Western groups and what they are dealing with. You would think that our media would want to cover people looking to overthrow tyranny because they want more freedom like the West. You would think that something so validating for the freedoms we have, people risking their lives because they want what we have, would be leading the news. The more I read, the more upset I got at our media. We did this the last time the Iranian people attempted to rise up against the tyranny of their government and the regime survived. We did this when the Syrian people tried to overthrow Assad a decade allow, allowing Russia and Iran to save his dictatorship.

The uprising in Tbilisi, Georgia

When I read the closing lines of the article, I am inspired by the people of Georgia. I am inspired by the hope they have for a better future. I am inspired by their willingness to sacrifice for a better life. And, I am ashamed of how we sit by idly, doing nothing to help, nothing to support their efforts, and allow tyranny to remain. “As he regained consciousness, the man, who called himself Jimmy, spoke with me. ‘Every day, it’s hard for me to wake up, fearing that they’ll do something worse,’ he said, lighting a cigarette. ‘Life has to mean something, and right now, it’s worth fighting for this—to crumple up the regime and throw it into the trash where it belongs.'” How do Jimmy’s words not inspire you? How do you not want to help? How do you not want to take action ourselves to make life worth living, to make sure life has meaning?

Caitlin Clark is an incredible basketball player. The fact that she is a woman and plays in the WNBA doesn’t diminish her skills or talent. She has single handedly brought women’s basketball and the WNBA to a new level. There have been and there are many great women’s basketball players. None has been able to do for the league and women’s basketball what Caitlin has done over the past two season, in college and now in the WNBA. She has been involved in controversy this week for seemingly apologizing for being a white player. The Free Press wrote about her and this challenge today.

Yet she gets terrible abuse from WBNA players and even owners because of her race. Because she is white. “Sheila Johnson, the black owner of the Washington Mystics, echoed Wilson, telling CNN that the only reason Clark was getting the acclaim was because she was white.” Yet 31% of the Mystics annual attendance came from the two games Caitlin Clark played there. She is the league’s star. There are many outstanding players in the WNBA. I didn’t like watching it for years because it wasn’t very good basketball. Today’s WNBA is very good basketball. It’s fun to watch because of the quality of play. My favorite games that I want to watch are when Caitlin Clark is playing against her college rival, Angel Reese. They don’t like each other. They are both great players. It reminds me of Larry Bird against Magic Johnson. Bird against Dr. J. Magic against Isiah Thomas. Only without the respect the men had for each other.

Caitlin Clark and Angel Reese, two rivals and great WNBA players

Reading the article made me wonder why we are so obsessed with race in America. I grew up with friends of all different races and religions. My friends were and are my friends. In the words of the great Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr., it is about “the content of their character.” Would I watch the WNBA if it’s main star was Angel Reese? Maybe. She’s a great player. Do I want to watch every game when she is playing against her rival, Caitlin Clark? Absolutely. Do I watch other WNBA games? Not really. The finals this year were amazing and I have friends who watched it. I stopped watching when Caitlin Clark’s team was eliminated. The same way I stop watching baseball when my favorite team, the New York Yankees are eliminated.

It’s a shame that in the WNBA, basketball can’t be just about on the court talent. It’s a sign of the times, of the challenges we face in America. As long as we remain obsessed with race, we are the ones who lose. We can’t appreciate the greatness of talent because we see it as color specific talent. I hate that. I like watching talented performers because of their talent, not because of, or in spite of, their race. I like the beauty of sports, of music, of art, dance, and writing because of how it makes me feel and how it inspires me, not because the person who is behind it is a specific color, race, religion, or ethnic background. Maybe we can all strive to pay attention to that, instead of race, religion, or ethnicity. I think we would all be a little better if we did.

The last article of the day is about assisted death. It is something I struggle with. Earlier this year, we chose to put down our beloved 13 1/2 year old Labrador Retriever, Bella. I was the last holdout. I saw the light in her eyes until the very end, when I saw her agony. Making that final decision was very difficult and still brings tears to my eyes. Sitting with her on our couch, the entire family loving on her as the vet gave her the medicine that would end her suffering, was both beautiful and heartbreaking. If we do it for the animals we love, why can’t we do it for the people we love?

My dad died on September 6, 2022. Getting woken up at 1:30 in the morning to hear the news is something burned into my memory. I saw him a few hours earlier and expected to see him that morning. I believe that he chose to die when he did out of kindness to our family and to himself. The life he would have lived would be very different from the way he lived his life up to that point. He was able to do for himself and for the family what we would have never been able to do. Forget about the legalities, which the article addresses well. Earlier the day before, my mom signed the Do Not Resuscitate (DNR) paperwork. I walked in to the hospital room just after she signed it and she was in tears. We knew he didn’t want to live with no quality of life and she was able to sign the DNR. Would we have ever been able to go that extra step? I don’t think so.

The article has me thinking deeply about why. Why, as hard as it was, could I do it for Bella but don’t think I could have done it for my dad? What stops me from being willing to offer the grace of ending suffering to a human that I love when I can do it, as hard as it is, for an animal? What does it say about me? What does it say about our society? Do we value breathing that much over truly living? What is my definition of living? If it were me, would I want my family to be able to end my suffering? Or should I suffer and ‘be alive’ just because it alleviates guilt?

These are hard questions with no easy answer. I’m grateful that there is a publication that, in just one day, can have five (5) articles that really make me think. That inspire conversations. Each author has their own perspective yet writes in a way that doesn’t say you are wrong if you disagree with them. It is true journalism. If you are looking for a publication that will make you think every single day (I haven’t even talked about the Honestly podcast or the debates they offer), subscribe to The Free Press. You won’t regret it.

The Real America

The past few years have been crazy in America and the world. The past year, since the October 7th attacks by Hamas on Israel, have increased and/or exposed antisemitism in the world and in the United States in a scary way. I have been very vocal about my concerns about the lack of leadership by our elected officials at all levels of government as well as within the Jewish community. Those concerns remain and grow stronger every day.

This past weekend gave me hope from the PEOPLE of America. What happened? What did I experience? What did I do? How did this happen?

First of all, I want to acknowledge that it was Rosh Hashana and I celebrate the chagim different than most. Services don’t do it for me so I find other ways to connect with God. Sometimes it is at the beach. Sometimes it’s in nature. It’s usually something that has deep meaning to me and gives me a chance to assess my life, my choices, and how I want to do better in the upcoming year.

As strange as it sounds, this year, I returned to my Alma Mater, Penn State University, for the Penn State – UCLA game. How could a football weekend give me such hope during such a bleak time? It doesn’t sound reasonable let along possible. Yet it happened. On multiple levels through multiple situations. With multiple different people.

I flew out on Thursday to meet one of my best friends who is like my brother. We’ve been friends and it’s been like this for 36 years. I called him mom, mom. He calls my mom, mom. His Aunt Jean my was my Aunt Jean. My dad was like his dad and my parents treat him like a 3rd son. It’s that type of relationship. He picked me up at the airport, we grabbed lunch, caught up, and went to see his new house and to hang out with his wife, who I have known literally just as long as he has (almost to the minute!). That’s a different story for a different time.

After stopping for lunch we went to his new house, built on 125 acres. Living in the country provides a different experience. People are nicer. People take care of each other. There was a different feeling being there than in the city. A calmness. Safety. Natural community. People know who belongs and who doesn’t. They look after each other. Favors are commonplace, not to keep a count but to help others. With the hate of the last year, it was refreshing to be in a place where kindness and care was so essential to life.

On our drive to Penn State, there were four of us in the car. We spent the time talking, laughing, bonding, and connecting. I didn’t know the other two guys before we got in the car, yet by the time we got there, it felt like we had been friends for life. It was refreshing to be with people who wanted to connect, who wanted to get to know each other, and focus on similarities, not differences. On the way, we stopped at Sheetz for dinner (If you don’t know what Sheetz is, you are missing a Western Pennsylvania highlight). The common Pennsylvania battle is Sheetz vs. Wawa. As the only one with Philly roots, I chose to remain silent about the competition to enjoy the company (although I prefer Wawa). We shared the unloading of the car, shared setting things up, and enjoyed each other’s company. There was common responsibility. It wasn’t any one person’s job to do anything. It was all of our jobs to do everything. How refreshing! The focus was on the common good, not counting who did what or if somebody had done too much or not enough. We hung out, talked, watched some TV, enjoyed the company, and then went to bed, getting ready for a full next day.

Friday was golf day. The four of us spent the day on the course, enjoying a beautiful October day of sunshine and cool weather. Three of the four of us are not good golfers but we sure had a lot of fun. We played on teams for the front nine, competing against each other. By the end of the front nine, we dropped the competition and just enjoyed hitting the ball, laughing at each other, and excited about the good shots we hit. As we finished golfing, the rest of the crew coming up for the weekend arrived. We headed home, ready to shower, have guests for happy hour, and then have dinner.

The more people who showed up, the more we bonded. Everybody was different yet we focused on our similarities. Living in a world where half our country hates the other half, it was an incredible change to be with people who didn’t care about the differences, who didn’t want to focus on the problems but instead enjoy everything we had. One of the guys owns cigar shops and we listened to him, fascinated by the things he was telling us and learning from him. On a beautiful evening, we sat on the back porch, enjoying each other’s company.

I had been having a health issue for a couple of days and it wasn’t getting better. I am known to try to just power through things and not always make the smartest decisions about my health needs. Since most people, including myself, know this, I finally decided to ask my wife about what was going on. Since she’s a nurse, I probably should have asked her a few days before, but again, I’m not always the smartest when it comes to my own health. When I shared what was going on, she told me to go to the Emergency Department at the hospital right away to get seen and have it addressed. She made me promise to text her when I got there and keep her updated. She knows me too well and that without making me promise to go right way and text her when I got there, I might delay going (or find a reason not to go at all). When I shared what I needed with a couple of guys, they jumped up to volunteer to help. I had offers to take me, to wait with me, whatever I needed. I didn’t need anybody to sit with me so I took the ride, thanked everybody for their offers, and went to be seen.

As I sat waiting to be seen, sitting next to an Amish couple (yes, a real Amish couple), a number of the guys started texting me to check on me. These were people I didn’t even know two days before. The power of community and friendship was clear. I found myself remembering what it was like growing up in Central Pennsylvania, where everybody really did care about each other. Our parents always knew that somebody’s parents would be watching us, no matter who’s house we were at. Somebody’s parents would pick us up when we needed to. It was that common responsibility, just like when we arrived at the house at Penn State, that I grew up with. I found myself wondering how that had changed throughout the country and very grateful to have found it once again.

After being seen and having the pressing issue taken care of with a promise to see my doctor in Florida when I got home, I was picked up and went back to the house. The response I got was amazing. People asking how I was. People checking on me. One of the guys had a similar issue and got open and vulnerable sharing about it with me. Some of these people I hadn’t even known 24 hours and yet I mattered that much to them. It was so powerful and overwhelming. I have written and talked about how kindness costs nothing and how valuable it is, yet being on the receiving end was both surprising and overwhelming. It’s something I will never forget.

The next day was the Penn State – UCLA football game. The guys were shocked that I was going, having just been at the hospital the night before. I felt fine after they resolved my issue and I wasn’t going to miss out. Throughout the tailgate before the game, the game, and the tailgate after the game, different guys would come up to me and tell me how they shared what happened with their wife and their wife was asking about me. They couldn’t believe I was at the game, happy, and having fun.

At the Penn State – UCLA game, less than 18 hours after my hospital visit

So much of our life is determined by out attitude. Despite the health issue, despite a couple hours at the hospital, with every opportunity to look at the negatives, I only wanted to focus on the positives. I wanted to be at the tailgate with friends. I wanted to enjoy the game with friends. I wanted to focus on the good rather than the negative. We all have that choice every day. How often do we take it? How often do we get stuck in the negative, complaining, whining, missing out on the opportunities that are in front of us because we are focused on something we have no control over.

Back at Beaver Stadium. I forgot how much joy I have there

A few of the guys who are now my lifelong friends pulled me aside to talk. They got vulnerable and shared some things going on in their lives because I had taken the risk and shared what was happening with me right then and there. I wonder how many people there are that are looking for that opportunity to get vulnerable and never find it, never feel safe enough, to open up. As strange as it sounds, I found myself glad that I had the medical issue because it gave me the opportunity to be vulnerable and that then allowed others to do so as well. We live in a world where being right is so important that we forget to be human. We argue and fight over things we have no control over instead of focusing on the things that matter. People. Friends. Family.

Before we all left on Sunday, I made sure to tell them that we need to find a weekend next year that doesn’t conflict with a Penn State home game and do this for a UCF game so I can expose them to the Bounce House. There was real excitement and hopefully we can make it happen during the 2025 season. I spent roughly 3 days with these guys and they are now friends. People I want in my life moving forward. People who showed me kindness and care when I needed it. People that opened up to me and that I opened up to.

Imagine a world where instead of half the country hating the other half, we had people who cared about the other half. Not in a political manner. Not in a big picture, social justice, argue about policy manner, but as real human beings. There is something special in the Central/Western Pennsylvania area that I had forgotten, having moved from Pennsylvania to Florida in 1992. The hominess. The welcoming attitude. It’s a lesson I am glad to be have been reminded. It is a reminder that it is my responsibility to act and behave that way no matter how other people choose to act and behave. It is that reminder of the power of kindness. It is that reminder that we all want and need to connect, no matter how crusty our exterior may be, and we all have the opportunity to create that connection.

So to Master Gunny Jimmy, Steve, and Gary, my newest friends, thank you for being who you are. Thank you for reminding me of how to act and behave all the time, especially in this crazy world. Thank you for your friendship. To my friend Aric, thanks for being my brother and thanks for bringing us all together.

Now ask yourself, “How do I live my life?” Do you live in joy or in anger? Do you live in kindness or resentment? Are you willing to be vulnerable and allow others to be vunerable with you? What type of person do you want to be and what type of world do you want to live in? We all get to make those choices and we all can live in the world we desire based on our actions. We are not powerless and don’t have to accept what is being given to us. This weekend reminded me of that.

In the immortal chant based exactly on this lesson (click on it read the story), one that never gets old:

“WE ARE……………………………..PENN STATE”