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Sometimes you can't repay people for an act of kindness, loyalty, charity, sacrifice, or courage, but you can try -- sometimes life is in the effort... "He did not understand the war -- "He understood the blistering injustice of it; the stroke-like fear in the faraway sight of the raped as they blamed him for not being there; the accusing eyes of the children that leered from atop distended bellies even as they starved; the seeping lines of grief lacerated into the faces of fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers, husbands and wives who had lost all they loved; the tortured and the maimed becoming in part or in whole separate from who they once were; and the Dali-draped carcasses of the dead… "The evil of the war bored into his heart, twisted with agony until he learned to ignore it -- "Until he could ignore it no longer." - from The Invisible War aka The Forgotten War, a short story by Kevin O'Kendley "He’d seen a lot of death in his life but it hadn’t inured him to the pain of it, the tragedy, the loss, the suffering. On the contrary, it had a cumulative effect: on darker days this effect swamped him in a Tsunami of emotion, after all the smaller waves passed, a big one threatened. He would watch it nearing shore with a rising dread…" - from Chandler's Bar, a novel by Kevin O'Kendley Happy Memorial Day to my father, Major Patrick O. Kendley, U.S.M.C. retired, who served as a decorated private in Korea and as a decorated lieutenant and captain in Vietnam. 
Please give to The Paralyzed Veterans of America: VA Palo Alto Health Care System/ 3801 Miranda Avenue/ Palo Alto, California 94304/ 650-858-3936/ And: The Wounded Warrior Project: National Processing Center/ P.O. Box 75840/ Topeka, Kansas 66675/ 877-832-6997
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Happy birthday Conor: Printed originally on 7/10/2013: Taken from real events the following is dramatized: We climb in our new used truck. We close the doors. Sniff, sniff. Wow. There's a jagged cloying smell. P.U. My son groans, “I can’t breathe dada.* I can’t breathe.” I grab the offending deodorizer, which is hiding in plain sight and hanging from the rearview mirror, and I rips it down. My son yells, “No dada it stinks in here! We need that artichoke-looking deodorizer thing!” I calmly rebut, “No we don’t,” and instruct the lad in a wise and fatherly way: “Roll down the freakin window, son, we live in Maine.” * The a in the first syllable of a central Maine word for father is pronounced like the a in dad. The second syllable in pronounced duh. Da-duh. added 8/18/20: My son, Conor Finn O'Kendley, is in the Navy.  "It's the water that makes this beer so special: happy Earth Day." Happy Passover: Passover 2020 begins on the evening of Wednesday, April 8, and ends on the evening of Thursday, April 16. - Google Feedback Inside most cynics is a failed idealist just waiting to rise from the ashes, reborn. - O'Kendley Happy St. Paddy's Day:  "There is good in the world, simple, uh, complex, dysfunctional. I'm related to outlaws that lived in America during the 1930s, they were horse thieves, uh, not screws -- er, ah, Garda -- or priests and nuns like my family in Ireland. I like to believe that if the O'Brien boys had come across a Klan lynchin they would have risked all, includin their lives to have stopped it: Good isn’t perfect… Slainte.”
To friends and family: “I'll drink to our coffins: may they be built from the wood of a hundred-year-old oak tree that I’ll plant tomorrow.” - author unknown Please give to St. Baldrick’s Foundation: 1333 South Mayflower Avenue, Suite 400/ Monrovia, California 91016/ 888-899-2253/ sbinfo@stbaldricks.org March is Women's History Month:
Ms. McTavish By Kevin O’Kendley Darlene McTavish jumped in a cab: her twenty-two-year-old Harley was in the shop, she’d dropped it on an icy corner a week earlier; fortunately she hadn’t been injured but the bike had been pounded. When the taxi glided to a stop in front of FitzGerald’s Grocery Emporium the cabbie said, "Six smackeroos." To Darlene's surprise the meter was double-jointed or two-faced showing separate prices for males and females. The fare for women was $6.00 and the ticket for guys, $4.62. Darlene grumbled, "What the? Where in the Constitution does it"-- “Ahem. Pardon me?” Inscrutable with hoodie eyes the cabbie then explained briskly, "That's just the way it's always been. Ask anyone, missy." Missy? Darlene took a deep breath, a brilliant calming technique learned from her YWCA Lamaze lessons. Though mystified as to why it was cheaper for a man to ride in a cab than a woman Darlene still shelled out a fair tip: two bucks. Inside Fitzy’s it was the same thing, the same inflammatory mystery lurked behind every price tag: milk was $4.00 for women and $3.08 for men, coffee $7.00 for women and $5.39 for men, and then the kicker, the final flipping insult, Tampons were $5.00 for women and $3.85 for men! Tampons?! Ahhhhh -- Despite being outraged -- her little clamshell ears were fire-engine red -- Darlene gently -- breathing in and out -- asked the mustachioed cashier with the pug-lumpy face, "What's going on? Y’know this is unfair -- un-American. It's flat out wrong." The cashier shrugged, and said with no small kindness, "Sorry, ma'm, but on the average women make seventy-seven cents for every buck a man makes in this country -- you do the math." -end- a short from 2013. Happy President's Day.  There are those in this country that believe our political interaction has no sane guiding hand behind all that we do.
 The Citizen's United vs Federal Election Commission Supreme Court Decision is still King of the Hill.
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