Yesterday to the VA where they did a bone marrow biopsy, a Cat-scan of the throat where they did the surgery a few months back, and a visit with the dermatologist. A young Asian women who acted as if she liked her work, unlike the old White guy I saw last time who acted as if his work bored him. Makes me think Sotomajor may have had it right. No nap yesterday. Last night typing the journal with my eyes closed, literally, a good trick when you can do it, yet when I went to bed at 11pm I couldn’t sleep. It felt good to be there, aside from the pain, but at 2am I had to take a sleeping pill.
Today we’re submitting the first Eisenhower ads to campus papers for the summer session.
Widmann reminds me that we published a good article on the Santa denial some years ago in The Revisionist.
A lady from the Southern Poverty Law Center wants to talk to me about the Mark
Weber/IHR story but I don’t trust the SPLC to be square with me or anyone else who does this work. I would not trust anyone so committed to discussing "HATE" in American culture who does not include significant links to discussions of the Jewish Talmud.
Yesterday when I was inside the Cat-scan machine with my eyes closed, wondering how long I would be able to stay motionless with the pain, I opened the eyes for just a moment and when I did memory recalled--completely out of the blue--lying under a poncho on the backside of a ridgeline in Korea 57 years ago! It was blistering hot, humid, and the bottom of the poncho was thick with flies. A couple of us had put it up on sticks for a little shade. It was just high enough to put our faces and shoulders under it.
I think I’ve written about this before. But after a bit one of our guys spied a Chinese soldier walking the ridgeline across the draw. He was maybe 400, 500 yards away. A couple guys decided to take him out with their M-1s. The Chinese didn’t even break stride. He turned and walked back the other way, paused for a moment, then turned and walked back the way he had come. It was clear. He was having a little fun with us. The 57mm re-coilless rifle team was brought up. They fired and we saw the dirt kick up a few yards below the Chinese. He kept walking the ridgeline. The guys with the recoilless rifle fired again, and then again. Twice the dirt kicked up below but near the Chinese. Once it must have shot above the ridgeline into space. The Chinese didn’t even break stride. The rest of us started laughing at our recoilless rifle guys. Then some of us started cheering the Chinese. He was putting on a hell of a show. We were laughing and shouting across the gorge, applauding the Chinese with our shouts for his courage and his style. He made our day for us.
Yesterday when I was inside the Cat-scan machine and opened my eyes for only a mo-ment, that’s what memory took the trouble to recall. I notice that memory is taking the trouble to recall that old stuff much more than is necessary. At the same time I am aware that the act of recollection is usually always a pleasure. Almost always.
Today I'm aware of making a lot of typos. If I have left a bunch of them in this post, we'll have to live with it.