Dr. Hong, Ancient History, and the Bible

Minnesota State University Moorhead's photo: an aerial view of MSUM when it was Moorhead State College. (1970)
Moorhead State, when I was there the first time.

I’ve had memorable instructors. Most of them were memorable in good ways. Like Dr. Hong,1 who taught Moorhead State’s ancient history classes in the early 1970s.

By the time I graduated, I think I’d taken every ‘ancient history’ class the History Department offered.

One reason I liked, and like, that subset of humanity’s long story is that we know a fair amount about it: and it’s a part of the story that’s now complete. As I see it, pretty much all the “history” since then is still in progress. Studying it is interesting. But it’s a bit like reading a mystery story, where the last few chapters are missing.

Most students very likely didn’t see ancient history that way, since Dr. Hong’s classes seldom had more than maybe a half-dozen students. That’s probably why they were in what I’m guessing was a conference room in MacLean Hall.

I didn’t mind the class size, or spending 50 minutes at a table in a windowless room, taking notes.

But — now that I think about it, this one student might have enjoyed his snooze. While he was taking it.

The Curious Case of the Somnolent Student

I had no trouble understanding Dr. Hong during lectures, or in conversation.

His syntax was precise, and his diction exact. For example: that upward inflection English-speaking folks put at the end of a sentence to indication a question? Dr. Hong ended questions with a very distinct change in tone. The same one. Every time.

However, and particularly during lectures, his speech did tend toward steady tonal values.

His delivery style was unruffled. Tranquil. Monotonic.

And that brings me to The Curious Case of the Somnolent Student.

Among the handful of folks in one of the classes I took with Dr. Hong was a six-foot-plus fellow who was big as well as tall. He could have played the part of a viking.

My guess is that he’d let himself get short on sleep the previous night. That can happen with college students, for various reasons.

At any rate, he started out the class period in his usual seat, near Dr. Hong’s end of the table, diligently taking notes.

Then, as the lecture proceeded, I noticed that his hand had stopped moving.

A few minutes later, his hand, and arm, began flowing across the table, followed by his shoulders, neck, head and body. By the time his hand had crossed the opposite side of table, he was softly snoring.

Dr. Hong didn’t skip a beat, I kept taking notes, the class period ended, and someone awoke the slumbering student.

He was mildly concerned. Can’t say that I blame him. But to my knowledge, that unplanned nap didn’t affect his grade.

Taking, and Sharing, Notes

Taking notes during Dr. Hong’s lectures was a real pleasure for me. Early on, I realized that he followed an outline. An exact outline.

Organized and prioritized lecturing is good practice, and fairly common. Some professors can be wonderfully informative without that sort of hierarchical structure in their lectures, and I’m drifting off-topic.

But like I said, early on, looking at my notes from one of his classes, I realized that he’d been delivering highly-organized information. The sort of thing you see in how-2 guides:

  • A.
    • 1.
      • a.
      • b.
      • c.
    • 2.
      • a.
    • 3.
    • 4.
      • a.
  • B.
    • 1.
    • 2.

— you get the picture.

I can organize information in outline format, but it’s not my favorite activity. The effort he put into his lectures, and the way those notes made studying easier, helped make Dr. Hong among my favorite professors.

Again, Dr. Hong’s diction and syntax were very precise. But they weren’t the Upper Midwest dialect of English I’d grown up hearing.

Dr. Hong’s speech style — accent? whatever — didn’t keep me from understanding what he was saying, since he spoke very clearly and consistently.

Apparently, though, I was the only one in some of his classes who could follow his lectures.

That resulted in a few conversations, including one where someone asked me if (1) I could understand what Dr. Hong was saying and (2) if I’d mind if she copied my notes.

The other students hadn’t left yet, so when I said (1) yes and (2) no problem: they stopped. None of us had a class during the next period, and the room was still free, so we all sat around the table as I read through the notes.

That happened in a few classes, and was a good experience. I like being useful.

And Dr. Hong gave excellent lectures.

Hearing a Unique Translation

One of Dr. Hong’s classes was — I think it was called “The Bible as History”.

Anyway, during one of the lectures, he read an example of the Bible’s historical aspect from one of the Old Testament books. I don’t remember which one.

Partway through, I noticed that the text he was reading — although familiar — wasn’t quite like any translation I’d run across.

That’s when I glanced at the Bible’s cover. Whatever was written there was in the Greek alphabet. And I realized why the text I was hearing had the same syntax Dr. Hong used during lectures.

I’d been listening to someone who grew up speaking Korean, reading a Greek text, and translating on the fly into English.

That was another reason Dr. Hong is among my favorite teachers.


Understanding and Accepting the Bible: Very Briefly

Joshua 1:1 in the Aleppo Codex. via Wikipedia. See https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aleppo_Codex
Joshua 1:1 in the Aleppo Codex, a medieval bound manuscript of the Hebrew Bible.

I’ve been reading one of the Bible’s historical books, 2 Kings. Don’t be overly impressed — I’m a Catholic, so reading the Bible is a ‘must do’ thing. And a very good idea.

“The Church ‘forcefully and specifically exhorts all the Christian faithful… to learn the surpassing knowledge of Jesus Christ, by frequent reading of the divine Scriptures. Ignorance of the Scriptures is ignorance of Christ.'”
(Catechism of the Catholic Church, 133)

Knowing what the Bible, Sacred Scripture is — and what it’s not — is also a good idea.

“…Know what the Bible is – and what it isn’t. The Bible is the story of God’s relationship with the people he has called to himself. It is not intended to be read as history text, a science book, or a political manifesto. In the Bible, God teaches us the truths that we need for the sake of our salvation….”
(“Understanding the Bible” , Mary Elizabeth Sperry, USCCB)

Okay: so how can I think “The Bible as History” was a valid course title and say that not seeing the Bible as “a history text” makes sense?

Bear in mind that I’m looking at this as someone who is, among other things, an historian.

Viewpoints and Me

Gustave Dore's 'Deborah Praises Jael.' (1866) from Dore's English Bible, via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.
Gustave Dore’s “Deborah Praises Jael.” (1866)

Reading the Bible as if it’s a “history text” — in other words, assuming that it was written by someone with a contemporary Western viewpoint, focusing on the political, military, and economic aspects of people and events during a particular period?

That would be a bad idea.

But recognizing at least parts of the Bible as historical documents? The sort of thing historians study as part of an ongoing effort to understand our past?

That strikes me as a good idea.

Bear in mind that I don’t see 2 Kings, or any other of the Bible’s historical books, as merely — or mainly — an historical document. It’s pretty sparse when it comes to the ‘who did what, when, where, how, why and to whom’ details that historians deal with.

But since it gives the names of ‘historical’ folks, along with what they did and who else was around at the time — at a bare minimum, it’s the sort of documentation that can be useful in an academic sense.

Or could be useful, when the notion that everything in the Bible must be ‘fiction’ or ‘myth’ — in the sense of make-believe — becomes less fashionable.

That said, I’m not reading 2 Kings because I think it’s a “history text”.

Reading the Bible, Being a Catholic

'Jesus Cleanses the Temple,' Otto Elliger. (1700) from Pitts Theological Library, Candler School of Theology, Emory University, Atlanta (Georgia); used w/o permission.
Otto Elliger’s “Jesus Cleanses the Temple”. (1700)

I’m reading it because it’s part of humanity’s long story: specifically, part of what I call our Lord’s family history.

I’m also reading it because it’s part of Sacred Scripture, where I can learn what God has been showing us. And that is, putting it mildly, very important.

But, again, I’m a Catholic. So it’s not ‘just the Bible and me’. I’ve got access wisdom that’s been accumulated over millennia, and the sort of guidance I won’t find anywhere else.

Here’s a very quick look at how I see the Bible, Tradition (capital “T”), the Magisterium, and the third person of the Holy Trinty:

BIBLE: Sacred Scripture: the books which contain the truth of God’s Revelation and were composed by human authors inspired by the Holy Spirit (105). The Bible contains both the forty-six books of the Old Testament and the twenty-seven books of the New Testament (120). See Old Testament; New Testament.”

HOLY SPIRIT: The third divine person of the Blessed Trinity, the personal love of the Father and Son for each other. Also called the Paraclete (Advocate) and Spirit of Truth, the Holy Spirit is at work with the Father and the Son from the beginning to the completion of the divine plan for our salvation (685; cf. 152, 243).”

MAGISTERIUM: The living, teaching office of the Church, whose task it is to give as authentic interpretation of the word of God, whether in its written form (Sacred Scripture), or in the form of Tradition. The Magisterium ensures the Church’s fidelity to the teaching of the Apostles in matters of faith and morals (85, 890, 2033).”

TRADITION: The living transmission of the message of the Gospel in the Church. The oral preaching of the Apostles, and the written message of salvation under the inspiration of the Holy Spirit (Bible), are conserved and handed on as the deposit of faith through the apostolic succession in the Church. Both the living Tradition and the written Scriptures have their common source in the revelation of God in Jesus Christ (75-82). The theological, liturgical, disciplinary, and devotional traditions of the local churches both contain and can be distinguished from this apostolic Tradition (83).”
(Glossary, Catechism of the Catholic Church)

That’s all I have time for this week.

I’ve talked about the Bible, history, and making sense, before:


1 Took me a while, but I found a document that mentioned Dr. Hong:

That led me down a rabbit hole or two, but at the end of the day here’s what I learned about Dr. Hong’s academic background:

Christopher C. Hong, 1968. Professor of History. A.B., Ottawa University; B.D. , Westminster Seminary; Ph.D., University of Chicago
(Graduate Bulletin, 1985-1987 (1985), MSUM)

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North Dakota Tsunami Concerns?

You can’t make this up.

National Weather Service quells concerns of tsunami in, erm, North Dakota
Joe Nelson, Bring Me The News (July 30, 2025)

“After the 8.8 megathrust earthquake struck near Russia Tuesday night, tsunami warnings, watches and advisories were issued for coastlines on the Pacific Ocean. Meanwhile, there was at least one person concerned that the tsunami threat could impact Fargo, North Dakota.

“‘There is no threat for tsunami impacts in North Dakota,’ said the Grand Forks office of the National Weather Service. The agency was responding to a user on X who pointed out that people had been searching Google for tsunami concerns in North Dakota….”

What the Grand Forks National Weather Service office said was accurate, in the context of that day’s tsunami concerns on Pacific shores. North Dakota is as far inland as you can get on the North American continent.

But, as the article pointed out, North Dakota does have lakes, and lakes can have ‘lake tsunamis’ — but, seriously, in North Dakota Lakes: that’s not much of a problem.

I’m a little curious about why someone Googled tsunamis and North Dakota.

I might have, just to see what Google came up with. But not many folks have a brain that’s wired like mine: for which we should all thank a merciful God.

Someone Googling North Dakota tsunamis out of fear that an aquatic avalanche of apocalyptic proportions might surge over the Rocky Mountains? That raises more issues than I’m going to think about this week. Or want to think about, for that matter.

Oh, boy. My eyes are still feeling smoky — I talked about that yesterday — and I’m still looking forward to waking up this week.

Sharing this weird — and, I hope, entertaining — bit of news seemed like a good idea. I hope you enjoyed it.

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“Smoke Gets In Your Eyes…”

Weather in the contiguous 50 states: July 30, 2025 15:56 UTC / 10:56 a.m. CDT Wednesday.

Like the song says: “smoke gets in your eyes”, nose and throat.

It’s not really funny. But at least we can get a heads-up on how bad the smoke is.

Oddly enough, despite its name this state’s “Pollution Control Agency” can’t actually control the smoke that’s been drifting past us. And that’s another topic.

Here in Sauk Centre, Minnesota, we’ve got an Air Quality Alert that’s running until 5:00 p.m. Saturday.

Minnesota Pollution Control Agency map: Current air quality conditions'. (July 30, 2025, 3:30 p.m. CDT)
Air quality in Minnesota and surrounding states/provinces. (July 30, 2025, 3:30 p.m.)

This time around, I can’t actually see the stuff that shouldn’t be in our air.

But I can feel it. And I suspect the smoke that’s been drifting through is at least partly behind how I’ve been feeling: tired.

Granted, I’m in my mid-70s. But this “tired” above and beyond the usual ‘not a 40-year-old kid any more’ thing.

On the ‘up’ side, it’s nowhere near as bad as a few weekends back. Several weekends back? Anyway, then the haze here in Sauk Centre was brown. That’s unusual, and not good.

Maybe a cup of coffee will help. Or two. Either way, I’m getting my feet up for a while.

Right. One more thing: I’ve talked this summer’s atmospheric ambiance before:

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Arba Zeri Campbell and the Telephone

Brian H. Gill's photo: L. N. Kaas Company's (520 South Main Street, Sauk Centre, MN) work area, northeast corner. (ca. 2005) see https://www.brendans-island.com/lnkaasco.htm
A corner of my father-in-law’s workshop. (ca. 2005)

One thing I like about families — the one(s) I’m in, at any rate — are the legacies.

In my dialect of English a “legacy” is generally money or property handed down from one generation to another.

Legacies of that sort matter. My wife and I are in the process of updating our will, I suppose it’ll be wills, and that’s another topic.

But the legacies I’m thinking of aren’t worth much, in terms of taxable assets.

Although each of us is a unique individual, we also inherit whatever’s in the genes of our biological parents: along with the experiences, attitudes, habits, values, and stories of the folks who raised us.

I figure our oldest daughter suggested that I start sharing ‘family stories’ here because she sees some sort of value in them.

Anyway, that gets me to an ancestor — my father’s mother’s father — Arba Zeri Campbell.

He was, apparently, a lot like me. He liked high-tech stuff. But, being born 99 years before I was — in 1852 — our high-tech options were a trifle different.

Arba Zeri Campbell may have had, relatively speaking, more disposable income than this household ever did. Or maybe he and I shared interests that put getting new tech near the top of our non-essential priorities.

Either way, he was the first person in his part of the world — northeastern Illinois — with a telephone connection. The first.

That’s an accomplishment. But it also meant that he had to wait a long time before he got any calls on his telephone.

Families: Barker, Hulse, and Campbell

I did a little checking before writing this, and found “Arba Zeri Campbell” mentioned twice in my first search results: as one of the children of Erixna Barker, who married David Samuel Campbell; and as the husband of Eliza Carlina Hulse.1

That may connect with my habit of referring to couples I know as “[woman’s name] and [man’s name]”. Then again, maybe not.

I also learned that Erixna and David had at least six children, one of them dying young:

  • Adelaide Louisa Campbell 1841-1844
  • Zeno Adelbert Campbell 1843-1891
  • Adaline Alice Campbell 1847-1918
  • Arba Zeri Campbell 1852-1937
  • Lois Isabelle Campbell 1857-1923
  • Earl D Campbell 1861-1861

Again, like me and my wife: we’ve had six kids, and four of them are still alive.


Being a Catholic Family: Just the Basics

All this family and genealogy stuff reminded me that I haven’t talked about how family, marriage, and all that fits into what I believe. Not recently.

I’m — obviously, I suppose — a Catholic. So I think that family is important.

The family is the original cell of social life. It is the natural society in which husband and wife are called to give themselves in love and in the gift of life. Authority, stability, and a life of relationships within the family constitute the foundations for freedom, security, and fraternity within society. The family is the community in which, from childhood, one can learn moral values, begin to honor God, and make good use of freedom. Family life is an initiation into life in society.”
(Catechism of the Catholic Church, 2207) [emphasis mine]

Any and all ideas there can be warped: ‘authority’, ‘stability’, ‘security’, even ‘freedom’.

I could, for example, act as if my ‘authority’ as a husband and father means I can do whatever I want. It didn’t, it doesn’t, and acting that way would be a very bad idea.

Basically, in a family, children have responsibilities. Parents have responsibilities. (Catechism, 2214-2220, 2221-2231)

Those responsibilities do not include telling my kids who they should marry. Or whether they should get married. Or what sort of profession they get into. That’s just one aspect of being part of a family. The Catechism devotes more than two thousand words to discussing what a family is, and how families should work: which I see as a good introduction. (Catechism, 2201-2233)

Again, ‘family’ is very important to Catholics, or should be.

Another important point: my kids are people, not property. The same goes for my wife. And, for that matter, me. (Catechism, 2360-2379)

The ‘how to be a family’ thing boils down to what Jesus said about ‘the whole law and the prophets’. I should love God, love my neighbor, and see everybody as my neighbor. (Matthew 5:4344, 22:3640; Mark 12:2831; Luke 6:31, 10:2537; Catechism, 1789)

Which, as I keep saying, is simple: and very, very hard to do.

I’ve looked at why ‘family’ matters and how it’s done before. But, like I said, not recently:


1 Folks in the family tree, and me:

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A Mural, America, Changes, and Doing Our Job

Brian H. Gill's photo: Sauk Centre Walmart Supercenter grocery entry, after the 2025 remodeling, mural by Lili Lennox at left. (June 30, 2025)
The Sauk Centre Walmart grocery entrance’s new mural by Lili Lennox. (June 30, 2025)

Things keep changing. That’s hardly a new idea.

“Everything changes and nothing stands still”
(“πάντα χωρεῖ καὶ οὐδὲν μένει”, quoted by Plato in “Cratylus” )
(Heraclitus, Wikiquote)

I’ll be talking about the new mural in my town’s Walmart, how this isn’t the America I grew up in, changes that have been for the better, and why the latest thing in looming dooms — looks both familiar, and not all that distressing.


Sauk Centre’s Walmart Still Here: So is Downtown Sauk Centre

Brian H. Gill's photo: Sauk Centre Walmart Supercenter grocery entry, after the 2025 remodeling. (June 30, 2025)
Okay, it’s just a sign: but “Thank you, Sauk Centre” is a nice touch.

Again, change happens. Take the Walmart Supercenter here in Sauk Centre, for example. Construction started in the summer of 2006. They opened mid-April, 2007.

Some folks, when they learned that we’d be getting a massive new employer and customer magnet near the Interstate, seemed convinced that we were doomed.

Others didn’t think it would ‘destroy downtown’, and figured that more folks coming off the Interstate meant more folks stopping for gas, getting something to eat, and maybe even shopping for stuff that wasn’t at Walmart.

That’s how I saw it, too. Nearly two decades later, Sauk Centre’s downtown is still here. Not exactly the same, but it’s still here.

I was getting my hips replaced in 2006, but took a few photos as Sauk Centre’s new business took shape.

(From Sauk Centre Journal, 2006)

Wal-Mart Supercenter digging in at Sauk Centre
Sauk Centre Wal-Mart diggings. July 24, 2006.
Wal-Mart supercenter in Sauk Centre
Sauk Centre’s Wal-Mart supercenter: it’s starting to look like a store. November 8, 2006.

Then, finally, we had the official store opening, and life went on.

(From Sauk Centre Journal, 2007)

Wednesday, April 18, 2007. Sauk Centre’s Wal-Mart Supercenter is now open.

Wal-Mart comes to Sauk Centre
Wal-Mart’s Grand Opening in Sauk Centre. April 18, 2007.

“The first impression I had, walking inside, was that the place was big. Really big. Sauk Centre being the size it is, I knew quite a few of Wal-Mart’s night shift, who were lined up to greet people coming in for the Grand Opening this morning.

First impression of Sauk Centre's Wal-Mart: big!
First impression: this place is big! April 18, 2007.

“About 7:30 this morning, the Sauk Centre High School Choir sang Doo-Bee-Doo-Bee-Doo, or something of that sort, the store manager and Sauk Centre’s mayor said a few words, and finally, right around 8:00, a humungous scissors cut the ceremonial ribbon….”

The next big change in the Sauk Centre Walmart came this year.

They spent a few months shuffling merchandise around: adding a version of hide-and-seek to my weekly errands there.

It wasn’t just playing musical chairs with shelving.

They put glass-front doors on the eggs and dairy section’s refrigerated shelving, which adds a few steps to reaching stuff, but probably takes less energy.

The pharmacy’s computers were upgraded, involving the usual steep learning curve and/or glitchy new system. I’ve very likely not noticed other changes.

Then, on May 30, I missed the big ‘remodeling is done’ ceremony:

Walmart remodel unveiled
Sauk Centre Herald (June 5, 2025)
“The Walmart Supercenter remodel project was officially unveiled May 30 as the store welcomed guests to a ribbon cutting ceremony at 8 a.m. in Sauk Centre….”

I did, however, noticed that stuff I picked up was staying put. Which was a nice change of pace.

A Marvelous Mural, Mainly

Brian H. Gill's photo of mural by Lili Lennox, in the Sauk Centre Walmart Supercenter. (June 30, 2025)
Mural by Lili Lennox.
Larger version at the end of this post:
Floor-to-Ceiling Mural

Eventually, I used the grocery entrance and noticed their new artwork.

I’d expected a fresh coat of paint as part of the remodeling, but not anything like that mural.

I meant to bring my camera along the next week, but forgot. And forgot, again, the week after that.

Eventually I didn’t forget, spending an interesting few minutes getting the whole mural into one picture.

I’ve lived in Sauk Centre since the 1980s, so I immediately recognized two downtown locations: the bakery and Mainstreet Theatre. Although I’ve never seen Sauk Centre’s movie theater festooned with lights like that.

Sauk Centre’s bandshell is larger than the mural shows it, and down by the lake: not in Main Street, as the mural’s perspective implies. But that’s just nitpicking.

The mural-in-a-mural, that little bit of a viking ship’s sail inside the band shell, isn’t just a flight of fancy on the artist’s part. Sauk Centre’s Roger Reinardy and other folks created “a 3D musical interpretation” there in 2017.

The band shell mural was new to me: I really don’t get out much these days.

Getting back to the new Walmart mural: a Minnesota artist created it, Lili Lennox. While discovering that, I saw that Sauk Centre businesses have become more ‘mural conscious’:

The “Local Walmart stuns…” article, by the way, is on a site that makes you sign in before reading. I didn’t. I caught the artist’s name in a Google search result summary for hometownsource.com, which might be a reasonable ‘for more information’ resource.


America Has Changed: Good News, Actually

Google Street View's image: Prairie Home Cemetery, seen from near 9th Street South and 9th Avenue South, Moorhead, Minnesota. (February 2022) via Google Street View, used w/o permission.
More than six decades later: new buildings, new snowfall, old memories. (February 2022)
Walt Kelly's Pogo. (March 30, 1953) Howland Owl, Mole MacCarony, and The Cowbirds; in a discussion of owl migration. Mole MacCarony, in reference to an ignited 'Captain Wimby's Bird Atlas', says 'There's nothing quite so lovely as a brightly burning book'.
“There’s nothing quite so lovely as a
brightly burning book”.
The Hon:Mole MacCarony in Pogo. (March 30, 1953)

This isn’t the America I grew up in.

The political situation — actually, that hasn’t changed much. We’ve got new folks in charge, with new slogans and different quirks and preferences; but there’s the same quaint notion that ‘freedom of speech’ only applies to remarks supporting the ‘proper’ viewpoint. And that’s another topic.

Society as a whole — apart from the usual doomsayers, prognosticators, and passionate proponents of one Great Cause or another — that’s changed a lot.

For instance, when I was in Walmart this week I noticed a few families shopping. Families: mother, father, kids.

Part of that may be the increased number of Hispanic, or whatever the currently-proper term is, folks living around here. But I’ve seen families with my congenital melanin deficiency, too. That is very much not the way it used to be.

I mean, folks got married and had kids back when I was growing up. Humans, and human nature, hasn’t changed.

But in public? You’d see a mother and kids in the grocery or downtown. On Sunday, you’d see a mother and kids — and a father — at church. But the father wouldn’t be interacting with the kids, any more than absolutely necessary. And he’d never be caught actually holding a baby.

The current habit many fathers have, acting as if they’re part of the family — in public — that’s a huge change from the America of my youth.

Good Ideas and Perspective

NSDAP's Office of Racial Policy's eugenics poster from Neues Volk, promoting the removal of 'Lebensunwertes Leben', 'life unworthy of life'. (ca.1938)
Public information poster. (ca.1938)

I didn’t notice anyone with an obvious physical or mental disability in Walmart this week. But the ‘disabled parking’ spots were full when I arrived, so I had to wait for one to open up.

I didn’t actually have to wait. But it’s a whole lot easier on me if I park in one of those close-to-the-entrance spots.

Disabled parking got started in the mid-1970s, along with now-commonplace features like curb cuts: those little ramps at intersections that let folks on wheels cross the street.

I think such things are good ideas. Partly because I think letting folks with imperfect bodies cross streets and get into stores nearly as well as their neighbors makes sense. And partly because I’m one of those folks.

I also think good ideas can be rushed straight off the edge of sanity. A decade or so back now, I argued against a nifty idea that might have made accessible ramps mandatory for all buildings. All buildings. Think about it.

Let’s put this in perspective.

Today, you might see someone in a wheelchair, or otherwise not physically fit, in public.

Six decades back, things were different. The town I grew up in had, as far as anyone might casually notice, one disabled person: a middle-aged man with a rather noticeable case of kyphosis — a hunchback, in other words.

Fargo-Moorhead hadn’t grown to its current population then, but the odds were that a great many other of the 80,000 or so folks living there weren’t quite standard-issue, one way or another.

Since I’m arguably Lebensunwertes Leben, life unworthy of life,1 I see my culture’s increasing tolerance for folks who can’t live what used to be called a “quality lifestyle” as a good thing. For the most part.


Crises du Jour, Doing Our Job

'Crossword Murder,' The Cincinnati Post. (December 18, 1925; page 15) Clipping from lansow91 and Newspapers.com
“Crossword Murder” headline in the Cincinnati Post. (December 18, 1925)

A hundred years ago, chaos stalked the streets as madness ran rampant.

Experts and journalists warned us that crosswords were hurting our eyes, rotting our memories, imperiling families, destroying marriages, and making people commit murder. And yet, somehow, we survived.

Time passed, the crises du jour changed, and now I’m seeing today’s experts and journalists telling us that we’re doomed for new-and-improved reasons.

I think we’ve got real problems. We always have.

Some problems, at least their technical aspects, are new. Most — my opinion — are pretty much the same ones we’ve always had. Just repackaged, with new labels and a fresh coat of paint.

And, arguably, some of the same old problems become less common, while others elbow their way to the front of the line.

Part of our job was, and still is, noticing and correcting today’s societal ills while noticing and preserving what’s going right. (Catechism of the Catholic Church, 1928-1942, 2239; for starters)

I had planned on talking about some of today’s more front-of-the-line issues. But then a reliable old program I use stopped being reliable, and I saw how long this week’s post had become. So that will wait.

Besides, I’ve talked about that sort of thing before:

Floor-to-Ceiling Mural

Here’s a closer full-height look at that new mural:

Brian H. Gill's photo of mural by Lili Lennox, in the Sauk Centre Walmart Supercenter. (June 30, 2025)
Mural by Lili Lennox in the Sauk Centre Walmart Supercenter. (June 30, 2025)

1 How society deals with its defective denizens, and my home town:

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