(NOTE: Lynn Hummel is on vacation. The following Father's Day article is a reprint of an article written when his father, Jake Hummel, was still alive)
In the beginning there was chaos. It was ugly. During the period between 1940 and 1960 the shoreline of Little Detroit Lake along West Lake Drive deteriorated rapidly. A small area near the city campgrounds was the only place that had limited use for swimming.
The list of seven deadly sins usually includes gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, lust, envy and pride. But today we're not going to talk about the first six, and only a fraction of pride — bragging rights. Some parts of pride can be very positive. But the pursuit of bragging rights can lead to all kinds of trouble. Take for example the traffic jams on Mt. Everest, the world's highest mountain peak (29,029 feet above sea level) in the Himalaya Mountains of Nepal. There is a certain appeal in being able to say you've climbed the highest mountain in the world.
I remember the date well — it was Wednesday, May 22, and I had just discovered that May is beef month. Here the month was almost over and I had thought May was represented by the beautiful Lily of the Valley. When I considered the idea of beef month, my mouth started watering thinking about burgers on the grill.
International disputes can arise over a variety of issues: global warming, nuclear weapons, airspace, trade policies, currency manipulations, use of water — and now, the labelling of parmesan cheese.
It was Earth Day, so I took a walk to check the state of my little corner of the earth. I went directly to the shore of our neighborhood pond, Deadshot Bay, where the ice was rapidly retreating from the shoreline. Two days later it was all gone. I am happy to report that only one plastic wrapper was found along the shore. No plastic bottles and no cans. In Australia, they're testing a new invention that sucks plastic and other garbage from the water. It will never catch up. We probably don't need one of those vacuum cleaners on Deadshot Bay. Yet.
Want to hear about the toothpick test? Dr. J.P. Guilford was a prominent psychologist who produced 25 books, 30 tests and 300 articles. He wrote The Nature of Human Intelligence in 1967, the year he retired.
Looking across the room in this ice cream store, we saw two senior citizens, both probably about 75, having an animated conversation. The woman was smiling broadly, obviously fascinated by what the guy was saying. I pointed them out to Eartha. ("Don't point" she warned). "Look at that couple," I said, "they're not married." "Why do you say that?" she inquired. "Because that lady is too cheerful to be talking to her husband."
As the snowbanks of the winter of 2018-2019 slowly melt, we are discovering what was buried beneath them. For example, the top of the little plastic Christmas tree located just outside our front door is now peaking through the slushy snow. We watched as one snowfall after another slowly covered it. We could still see the light shining through when it was totally buried.
Ben Bruin was 75 years old, stood five feet, eight inches tall, weighed 275 pounds, had been a grumpy widower for 10 years and lived alone in a cabin on the edge of the woods. Most who knew him considered him a growly bear of a man. In December, he saw the doctor and complained of not being able to sleep. The doctor gave him a prescription and told him "take these — they should knock you out."