"Our bodies are one body now.
Bone, muscle, nerves, not mine but ours.
names Miriam, Sonia, Rachel
darken and cool in slow air.
Grass will thrive.
Grass, defeated by irony of a song."
" The Spirit of History," Czeslaw Milosz, Warsaw, 1939-1945
At present writing, unfortunately, neither Cynthia McKinney nor Kelly Vlahos are selected to mediate in Syria. Indeed, not the best sign for peace, but there's always hope for more Dennis Rodman basketball-diplomacy, as effectively applied in North Korea. No doubt, dismayed Scrantonians, Electric City inhabitants, maintain hopes in beloved-Hillary Rodham Clinton who might rise from President Obama's "bench," and save the US from engaging another humanitarian war.
At present, things look bad both for Syria, US, and Scranton regimes. Upon surveying around globe and taking in "Whopper-size" lies and hometown-fibs, I found local (unfertilized) egg cells "chatting," revolutionary daughters who, given constitutional opportunity, could topple bloated Honorable Humpty-Dumpty (R.-D., Monsanto) down to size.
Since 1989, I enjoyed good fortune in getting to know Ms. Lindy Morelli, who lived in a small apartment in Taylor's Housing Project, located a mile from Saint Ann's Monastery. Blind from birth, Lindy lived alone, I met her while taking a break from crazy parents in attendance at a Taylor Little League game. As parents cheered for sons & daughters considered poised to sign contracts with Joe Torre's N.Y. Yankees, I walked project streets, and heard beautiful music, a soft voice, singing "Ave Maria." No gun-shots, no drug-deals transpiring, I approached the siren-like music, and saw Lindy Morelli, seated alone outside door, playing a battery-operated omnichord. Upon sensing my presence, she switched to Latin, a rather hostile move given local fear about illegal immigrants taking over town. Here I met a most unusual young lady, dark hair, long white cotton dress, at the time Lindy Morelli in late-twenties, she stopped Ave Maria, sweetly smiled, acknowledged my presence, said, "hello, peace be with you..., how are you?" I watched her glazed-over dark Mediterranean eyes. Madonna & Miley Cyrus never looked so shocking, never even sang hip-hop Ave Maria.
For a couple decades, our distinguished and often "muckraking" newspaper, Scranton Times-Tribune, honored area women, featured in (full-page) articles, a commendable series called "Northeast Woman." What is most striking when one rummages through old "Northeast Woman" articles, one sees mostly successful entrepreneurs, many dedicated to charitable works, helping community, some were politicians.
To my delight, having taken vows of poverty and chastity, Lindy Morelli was named "Northeast Woman." She graduated from Scranton School for the Deaf, achieved counseling-M.B.A. at Marywood College. Lindy desired to become a Catholic Nun, however, such "Calling" did not come to pass. Today, pushing forty years old, Lindy lives in a Cabrini Avenue, West Scranton, PA-apartment, and operates an out-reach organization called "Lighthouse Healing Ministries." Lindy's brief-biography and multi-endeavor can be viewed (with great profit) at Lighthousehealing.org. She would not consider bombing nations into western subservience "worth it."
One person who on occasion visited Lindy's Lighthouse was ME -- the broken-worker/author who sat down in Lindy's kitchen, among fellow-down & outers, drunks, the hurt, the beaten, and Lindy would read scripture in "Braille," invoke serious conversation. She'd sing special requests, and Lindy once played "Will circle be unbroken." Would superpower, "Rogue State," and feather-nest Leaders "get real," lay weapons down, and sing songs with Lindy Morelli? Definitely NYET -- but after one healing-session, they might think twice, recall B. Dylan's song, "Masters of War." SEE actual problems, take note of high-cost for bombers & armed drone-specialists to "buy-back their soul." In turn, perhaps implement hostile policies against THEMSELVES. I know, I know, I'm idealist, "uneducated" -- such thought-processes got M.L.K. killed on hotel balcony, silenced Solzhenitsyn's "Warning to West" while tolerating Vermont exile.
Living in Scranton South Side area, there's another interesting lady who might well take a shot and simmer-down Assad, Obama, Netanyahu, Putin, Exxon-Mobil, and Saudi Kingdom. Her name is "nick-name," she's called Bull Market Maggie. As former-Teamster dockworker, familiar with "Big Ten-Fours," I heard stories that Bull Market Maggie drove truck for a spell, had a C.D.L. License. Made bucks, lived "the Dream." Something happened though -- no one seems to know for sure, was it romance gone bad, just another shitty job? At present, Maggie does not have a job. She walks streets wearing colorful pajama-pants and a brassiere (non-Victoria Secret label) equipped with a pint bottle of liquor stuffed inside a "cup." Bull Market Maggie is very sweet, she smiles, offers well-wishes to passerby's, like me. One day, she carried a case of wine in-hand, the other, a Styrofoam cup. Neighborly, I asked Maggie if I could have a swig. Very sweetly, she clearly demonstrated only having one cup available. Maggie replied, "Nope..., but pass by tomorrow, Pop, and I'll set you the (expletive) up." What's extraordinary & gripping about Bull Market Maggie is her MASK. Daily, she wears a ceramic-mask, one side features a smile, the other, a frown. Looking closely at head-rear, ones sees Maggie's spiked dirty-blonde hair. Given a few tattoos, she had Dennis Rodman-swag, and a rather off-beat Shakespearean-drama method to address problems like WMDs, Asian-pivots, street-litter, potholes, and fossil-fuel energy flow. (NOTE: A good example of the ceramic-mask worn by Bull Market Maggie can be viewed on the cover of Motley Crue's L.P. "Theater of Pain.")
No doubt, enlightened (grown-up) local-area voters, those preferred by Mitt Romney, are aware of Scranton-born, Kathleen G. Kane. Kathy graduated University of Scranton, 1988, a BS in International Studies, and poseeses a JD School of Law, Temple University. No one in Bull Market Maggie's clique, including me, can read about Kathy Kane without feeling personal limitations. Elected PA State Attorney General in November 2012, this past July, Kathy announced NO support for Pennsylvania's ban on same-sex marriage, and in turn received sermons from Diocese Bishops and perhaps local Chamber of Commerce graduates of University of Chicago, Department of Economics. Both commendable organizations believe it takes "two-to-profitably-tango" and people can only create if they behave and care in an upright capitalist fashion . At any rate, until today, I was poised to self-nominate Attorney General Kane to speak with former-Department of Homeland Security Secretary, Janet Napolitano, and determine ways to reduce multi-billion dollar spending on 'Security" while cost for a jar of mayonnaise at Taylor's Price Chopper is $5.19. Unfortunately, Attorney General Kathleen Kane dipped her toes into Lackawanna River's ever-rising NEPOTISM-waters , hired her sister, Ellen Granahan, to run the attorney general's office's "child predator unit." There's one difference between Ms. Kane and Bull Market Maggie, the latter has no predator-sisters, she has only liquor and smiles to dole-out to supporters.
Full disclosure, and not surprisingly, I live in a lesser-William F. Buckley world, listed among "O's," a little distant from first five-names in Greater Scranton "Yellow Pages." Greatly depressed & concerned by gathering humanitarian military-strikes upon Syria and potential for World War III, I must see clearly and understand not all area women are capable of Xanadu diplomacy. Most lack Corporate-reliability, many are not pro-Russian Oligarch, will not pay homage to late-Milton Friedman, shall refuse to amend "Geneva Conventions" on technicalities. For example, recently, only 1/2 mile from Taylor Borough home, a Union Dale woman was arrested on suspicion of D.U.I in connection with the death of a pedestrian killed while leaving a concert on Montage Mountain, this past Sunday night. Doubtless, as former-US Senator Rick Santorum frequently opined, Islamo-fascists do not like Jason Aldean & Jake Owen concerts, they hate liberated-Union Dale women who hit bottle and drive Jeeps. What's more, what can local daughters of the New Taylor World Order actually do to change ways of murderous AL-Qaeda rebels currently helping "sinless & pure" US cast-off President Bashar Assad's awful government? A disquieting thought -- where to turn for a New World Order-Mother Courage?
I will not beat rhythm on an empty drum, for as old saying goes, "where LIES lay," and spot where City of Scranton plunges to Lackawanna River bottom, there's always hope in casino gambling. Forty-five miles from Taylor Borough is pilgrimage-worthy, Mount Airy Casino. They hire many local women, and I once "checked-out" physical conditions of cocktail waitresses, while wife Carol poured pennies into Mount Airy "slots." Such young girls are very pretty, educated, talented, none however sang "Ave Maria" like revolutionary Lindy Morelli. Only three-hours south-east of Taylor Borough, on PA Turnpike, are Atlantic City casinos. In Scranton Times-Tribune, August 29, 2013, there was an article titled, "Can strippers save Atlantic City?" In violation of Taliban & Pope Francis-mores, Trump Taj Mahal leadership found the actual revenue-generating lapse was attributed to women wearing too much clothing. Consequently, "Scores" the famous New York Strip Club will open a satellite establishment inside Trump Taj Mahal Casino next month. Club Manger, Mr. Bob Gans, proclaimed, "Gambling, alcohol, and adult entertainment..., it's a natural." Had South Side "Bull Market Maggie" less modesty, and more ambition, she could take her mask & brassiere (plus liquor bottle) "act" to Springsteen's boardwalk. Maybe some day entertain history-making men of "bone, muscle and nerves," for example, Jeb Bush, Ted Nugent, General Petraeus, Alex Rodriguez, UN Secretary General Ban Ki-moon, Paul Bremer, Bibi Netanyahu, and President Karzai? Help make Homeland-America a more peaceful and generous Empire Branch for all shock & awed sons and daughters to dwell, and for heavens sake, "keep off the (expletive) grass"?