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 So this morning I rolled out of bed and drove over the mountains 
to see the Pacific Ocean, at Half Moon Bay. I stood on the bluffs 
overlooking both "Venice" and "Redondo" beaches, both completely 
natural and empty, the former with wave-beaten rocks and tidal-pools. 
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Now I know where to go should I ever want to ride a horse on the beach. 
On the way back one of my new tires failed - not a blow-out, but a flat 
anyway, when I pulled over on the 101 near Redwood City. A half-hour later 
I was on my way on the baby spare, not at all perturbed since it's a holiday and I had 
no particular schedule to follow - just means I couldn't use the car for the rest of the 
day, and lunch tomorrow will be taken up with auto maintenance. I made mental plans to 
bike around & do stuff but instead I just stayed around doing housecleaning, listening 
to my new Frank Sinatra CD ("A Swingin' Affair") and tapes of old 
Joe Frank radio shows. 
"...the war in Europe came to an end and fifty years ago, in 
August, the war in the Pacific... men and women who're with 
us who'll remember those days as clearly as if it were today. 
And many of them with stories, vivid and terrible stories 
they've never told, about friends and brothers who met Death 
in a distant land. The people we remember on Memorial Day 
did not mean to die - they went over, afraid of dying, and 
when they got there they knew the danger, but they lived with 
the danger by believing in their own survival - they somehow 
knew that they would escape, and come back home and life 
would be wonderful and boring again, and across Europe and 
over Germany and in the Pacific they kept going, by dreaming 
about America and about owning a car and having great meals 
and going dancing to a good band, and with all those 
thoughts of the Good Life they sustained themselves through 
terrible terror right up to the moments of their deaths.
They didn't mean to give their lives for their country, but 
they did, and for that they deserve to be remembered. We're 
living the life they hoped to live, and we should stop 
and think about them." MEMORIAL DAY
 
 - Garrison Keillor on the 1995 Memorial Day Weekend "Prairie Home 
Companion" broadcast from San Diego
 
 Yesterday I 
mentioned something I heard on this weekend's "This American Life" radio 
show, which concerned Compulsive Liars. Today I discovered that this show was 
actually first broadcast over a year ago. Here's a few more excerpts: The psychiatrist:We've done very little research on compulsive liars because they don't 
come into your office. They don't seek help, and they're not interested 
in cooperating in research; there's nothing in it for them.
It's hard to offer a great deal of hope to anyone who's intimately 
involved with a compulsive liar, because there's very little reason 
to believe that they're going to change.... and a psychologist:Some people have written that lying is something very difficult to 
treat, that in order to have a treatment response you have to have 
someone who's able to live with the truth, that Therapy is based 
on the ability to tolerate and explore the truth. |