The manager, an import from the Midwest, thought western Maine should become an industrial zone which in his mind would save the region economically. The federal government wanted to use the region to bury low-level nuclear waste. I hadn't moved to Maine to live in an industrial area -- especially a nuclear waste dumping ground, and, having been here some 20 years, knew this manager's idea was totally out of the ballpark for this part of Maine with her mountains, lakes, and forests. Most of the area's residents fought against the proposal -- and won.
While driving my bus out of Bar Harbor about 6:45 a.m. Friday after dropping of the Jackson Lab employees, I saw a doe waiting to cross the road. I stopped. She looked both ways and then gingerly stepped onto the pavement -- pavement, not covered with ice and snow -- and crossed to a wooded uphill on the west side of the road.
Because one deer crossing a road often leads to others crossing behind the first one, I waited a few seconds. Sure enough, right behind the doe came a skipper -- a yearling I assumed from its size. I waited a bit more, and one by one three more young deer crossed, these three kind of playfully leaping as they went. Obviously, if they were Momma Deer's other kids, they hadn't paid attention to her rules about safety while crossing streets.
Kids, what are ya going to do?
The five ambled into the small wooded hill area, which covered the site of one of the old burnt mansions from the 1947 fire. Since I had been asked to test drive this bus for the morning trip and no vehicles were behind me, I thought a good test of how well the recent engine repairs had been made would be to idle it in the middle of the road for a minute or two. While I tested the bus repairs, the five wandered uphill through the woods.
And then I saw it, their hooves. These deer weren't jumping or ploughing through the snow. The snow was only ankle high, just covering their hooves.
That was my good news -- and highlight -- for the week. They had made it through another awful winter. For the next few months, life would get better and better for them.
Last week some my the Jackson Lab employees who ride the bus had expressed worry about being terminated, since the Lab plans to terminate some 55 workers with some benefits due to the economic crisis. Of course, they were worried. Most were buried in the drifts of their own economic winter, money they owed or needed for this or that. With no income in the immediate future, what would happen?
I looked back at my own life, having lost two or three jobs due to reasons beyond my control. Those experiences had been terrible, traumatizing, degrading, and fearful. But at the end of a certain period, once a couple of years, I found myself better off and working at something I felt better suited to do than I had in my earlier position.
I had been pressured to resign as editor of a weekly newspaper in western Maine. The manager, an import from the Midwest, thought western Maine should become an industrial zone which in his mind would save the region economically. The federal government wanted to use the region to bury low-level nuclear waste. I hadn't moved to Maine to live in an industrial area -- especially a nuclear waste dumping ground, and, having been here some 20 years, knew this manager's idea was totally out of the ballpark for this part of Maine with her mountains, lakes, and forests. Most of the area's residents fought against the proposal -- and won.
He and I disagreed on some other issues too, and the publisher thought I should leave. (Shortly after I left, the manager also left, unwillingly.) I told the publisher he could fire me, if he liked, which he didn't like because he would have had to pay higher unemployment taxes since I had done nothing wrong. I said I would resign when and if I decided to do so.
I did in a week or so, following the pattern from some good writers who had gone before me. It was really frightening, not knowing how I would make a living to support my family. On the way home from the office the morning I resigned, people stopped me on the street to congratulate me for lasting as long as I had at that paper with its questionable reputation and for finally "getting done."* That evening the phone rang, and I was offered a position at an outdoor magazine by a former manager of the newspaper I had just left.
I gratefully accepted that position but missed being a reporter. Before too long, I returned on a freelance basis to news writing and continuing this column, "Down the Road a Piece." I earned more than I had at the first paper and had a lot more fun doing it.
My career had some ups and downs since then, but I found it enjoyable and fulfilling, leading to retirement, which through some dubious connections brought me to my present "retirement job" driving tourists in Acadia National Park for the Island Explorer bus system and driving commuters in winter for its sister non-profit corporation, Downeast Transportation.
I look back and recall two other major -- to me -- crises from losing jobs, neither caused my own actions. One led to unemployment benefits for a time, which was not pleasant but kept us going until the next opportunity came along.**
I'm happy being retired, volunteering with the Maine Appalachian Trail Club, doing a few recreational activities with Dolores as we have a chance, and driving my Downeast Transportation bus -- as well as being a servant to our two kitties and enjoying the two deer, birds, and squirrels who spend a fair amount of time in our yard at Dee and Milt's Critter Diner.
I understand how those Jackson Lab passenger-employees, who were laid off last year must have felt. Been there, done that. Was awful when it happened, and the world as I knew it ended. Thank God. The next world has always been better. I wouldn't want to go back.
Nor, I mused, would those five deer, making their way slowly and kind of playfully up that hill through those woods in the shallow snow that marks the beginning of better days for them want to go back.
They've just made it through a tough winter. Better days are ahead. For all of us, I think, as I see bright sunshine out the study winter.
We're moving forward. Wouldn't want to go back.
* In Maine, people don't usually resign, get fired, or quit. They "get done." I don't know who came up with that expression, but I like it. It may have begun because throughout Maine's history, folk have done several jobs in turn to survive, beginning with the coastal settlers who fished, shipped, cut wood, and farmed during the different seasons. When someone was through with one type of work, he or she "got done."
** For a more complete and better written story of this type, read the book of Job in the Bible.
Milt Gross has been publishing Book Reviews and his Down the Road A Piece Column (1984) articles in numerous places for many years. A former minister of religion and newspaper reporter, he for many years did volunteer work on the Appalachian trail in Maine and after retirement drove buses. He is now completely retired and lives with his wife in view of the ocean in Maine.
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And life moved on. Until now, when Iím old enough to kick the bucket any day now. I think about that sometimes in the morning when I awake and look over to see Dolores sleeping next to me. It will likely be a shock for her, that morning she wakes up and discovers Iíve gone ahead to the next set of trails.
But she got up on a raised wooden garden placed there for tenants, about three feet high. She stood with her back to me, while I quietly came up from behind and grabbed her around her middle. She didnít fight, and I picked her up and huddled her close to my heavy jacket. She might have been cold ó or something ó because she stayed quietly against my jacket.
Iíve followed paths in Pennsylvania, where they were squeezed in between housing developments and alongside military units containing rockets to fire at the Soviet Union, should that occasion develop. Other paths were just through fairly open woods, past a cabin built for Boy Scouts, along a brook just the right size to jump over, and along other places where I have met a deer or a fox or even other people.
It doesnít say, but Iíll bet itís a fiction book, and itís about everything that could have happened to a wagon train rolling through the West in the 1800s. Thatís why I think itís fiction; not all that happened could have happened in a real-life trip.
That story, typical of the rural mindset in which it occurred, is also typical of the book. This tale would no doubt never have been published had it not been for the popularity of the original Little House on the Prairie, which became very popular.
This article is devoted to demonstrating that pieces of the historical jigsaw in relation to Ancient Near Eastern History that were thought to fit the jigsaw have actually been forced to fit; and many pieces thought by historians to have been superfluous and which were consequently thrown away, actually do belong. You will find nothing in this article by way of chronology or narrative, that contradicts the Egyptian, Assyrian or Babylonian Records of events that transpired during the period from 609 BC to 562 BC, the period covered in this article.
From media reports to editorial comments to readership comments on all manner of articles and on Facebook and other social media outlets, there is a hate war going on. Is this what America truly is? A country of hate filled people?
It seems to me that to be a progressive liberal or just a plain old sociopathic PC ideologue equates with classifying heterosexuals in general and white people in particular as second class citizens responsible for all the ills of the world, and while the white females in the two groups just mentioned might proclaim their might and right, they donít seem to care much that their counterparts in Muslim countries are and remain second class citizens. They seem to be too involved in vilifying Israel, fighting the Muslim cause and preparing for the day when they too can become second class citizens. They are possibly the most Useful Idiots supporting Islam.
Whereas once in China people had no right to speak anything other than what was politically allowed, today people are free to express their opinions. In the West, the reverse is happening. Whereas once in China, religion and the religious were persecuted, today they have liberties being denied in the West. Whereas once in China people were either uneducated or politically indoctrinated in Education, today the Chinese are striving for Academic Excellence in order to build a strong nation, and while they do so, in the West it seems Education is, if not merely a tool for the dumbing down of society at large lest the less fortunate or lazy 'feel bad' about their underachievements, it seems to be increasingly a system of Political and Social indoctrination.
The intention of this article is to offer a polemical rebuttal of academic methodology in reconstructing the history of Israel and concentrates specifically on the legal processes related to reliability of evidence. The Battle of Qarqar in 853 BC. is an important event in relation to the chronology of the Ancient Near East. The ĎKingís Calendarí position however is that current academic attempt to link King Ahab of Israel to the Battle of Qarqar is based upon completely false foundations.
Since 2004 he has been writing academic articles, social commentaries and photographic 'Stories from China' both here at KingsCalendar, and formerly as a contributing columnist at Magic City Morning Star News (Maine USA) where from 2009 to 2015 he was Stand-in Editor. He currently has a column at iPatriot.com and teaches English to Business English and Flight Attendant College Students in Suzhou City Jiangsu Province People's Republic of China.)
BenDedek originally created the site to publicize his research results into the Chronology of Ancient Israel. Those results were published under the title: 'The King's Calendar: The Secret of Qumran.' Whilst there have been many attempts to solve the chronological riddle of the Bible's synchronisms of reigns of the kings of Israel and Judah and their synchronism with other Ancient Near Eastern Nations, no other research is based on a simple mathematical formula which could, if it is incorrect, be disproved easily. To date, no one has been able to dismiss the mathematical results of this research.
Free to air Academic articles set forth Apologetics for and results of his discovery of an "artificial chronological scheme" running through the Bible, Josephus, the Damascus Documents of the Dead Sea Scrolls, and Seder Olam Rabbah. Check the Chapter Precis Page to see details of each chapter and to gain access to the Four Free to Air Chapters
(The Download book does not contain a section on Seder Olam)
Definition: King's Calendar Chronological Research
The Premise: Between the 5th and 3rd centuries BCE (but continuing down to at least 104 BCE), Sectarian redactors transcribed the legitimate 'solar year' chronological records of Israel and Judah, into an artificial form, with listed years as each comprised of 12 months of 4 weeks of 7 days, or 336 days per year, thus creating a 13th artificial year where 12 solar years existed.
When the Synchronous Chronological Data provided in the Books of Kings and Chronicles for the Divided Kingdom Period are measured in years of 336 days, the synchronisms actually align. [Refer to Appendix 5. to see how it synchronises the Divided Kingdom Period]