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November 2020

Giving Thanks in the midst of political strife. . .

“Patience: (noun):  the ability to bear provocation, annoyance, misfortune, or pain, without complaint, loss of temper, irritation, or the like; an ability or willingness to suppress restlessness or annoyance when confronted with delay” (Wikipedia).


By Larry Fedewa, Ph.D.

(Washington, DC, November 24, 2020) Here we are: The fate of the nation is at stake; we wait helplessly as the wheels of justice slowly begin to turn, triggering a breathlessness in our chests, and the waiting goes on. And then along comes Thanksgiving, exhorting us to give thanks!

“For what?” we think – “for the biggest mess since the presidential election of 1824, when the House elected John Quincy Adams instead of the more popular Andrew Jackson. You gotta be kidding!!”

We are totally dependent for a legitimate outcome on other people. I, personally, have not interviewed a single person who claims fraud or innocence, nor have 99% of the general population. We are totally dependent on the word of others, with no means of validating their claims. That is, of course, the responsibility of the Judiciary – the slowest process in politics.

So, with no other choice, we take another look at giving thanks. Surprisingly, there is a great deal of food for thought in that direction. First, we can give thanks for living in a country which allows such fundamental disputes to be decided peacefully. We can be thankful that there is in fact a chance for every citizen to express a choice for all the individuals who will exercise power over our lives, as well vote for that choice. We can be thankful that the nation cares enough about protecting the right to have each citizen’s vote be counted to go through a harrowing trial such as this year’s election results.

There are other life experiences also which merit our gratitude. High on this list is the fact that the American culture we live in so values personal freedom that it is the hallmark of our political identity. Americans will tolerate intrusions on their personal liberty — as the COVID lockdowns have recently demonstrated – but only so far, as the “recovery” has also proven. This is not a virtue won by anyone now living. but rather one which was formed and passed down to us by our elders. Our contribution is to adapt our freedom to contemporary conditions and to pass on an updated sense of our national treasure to those who come after us.

Yes, giving thanks is good for the soul (and the blood pressure!)

Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!


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“It ain’t over till it’s over!” (Yogi Berra)

Let the rule of law prevail

By Larry Fedewa, Ph.D.

(Washington DC, November 8, 2020) This is a difficult time for Trump supporters. The unofficial, unelected, arrogant news media took it upon themselves to declare Joe Biden the 46th president of the United States, thereby confusing a lot of people by giving them the impression that this election is over.

That is nor true. Nothing official has changed between noon and 6 pm on November 7, 2020. Until the recounts and investigations with their resulting lawsuits have been settled, THERE ARE NO WINNERS OF THE 2020 ELECTIONS. The nominal deadline for the official announcement of the winner is December 14, 2020, when all electors are due to cast their votes. But they will not do so if there are unresolved legal actions pending.

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Suburban Cowboy

Re-discovering the joys of horses after 30 years

By Lawrence J. Fedewa

Photo from Suburban Cowboy – see Personal Stories



HIS FIRST TIME (poem) page 3
Preface page 4
MAlA STORIES page 23

ABOUT THE AUTHOR                                                page 46




Cock your head, colt, and paw                                                                   

the tinsels moon strewn on lake and land.
Raise your tired-of-grazing head up and up,

and challenge and charge the hoof hurt heavens!

Prance and dance your pounding sound pistons on the teasing earth,
beating her dare down to the moon shades,

the mighty, misty moon shades of the woodland.

Snort and sing, look and sing

at the sounding, echo bounding fields,
the breathing, beam sprinkled,

bale bringing fields.

Hark to the whispering hoppers’ humming                                     

see far into the loud, lonely land

and shimmering, shining mirrors of the moon.

Then grasp the great ground flying,
and gripping go running close,

back clinging to your big mare mother.

(See “The Bey of Cedarwood” p. 35 )




I was introduced to horses as a young lad on a Michigan farm and was actively involved through my college years. As adult life progressed, however, there was no time or money to stay involved, especially as city life dominated family and career. I forgot all the joys of the outdoors, the woods, the thrills and the uniqueness of each horse. 

All these memories and adventures were revisited, however, when I was led by my grown daughter back into the world of horses many years later. These little stories describe that journey with all its texture of ups and downs. I learned that old memories can be renewed at any age if a person has sufficient motivation to regain a youthful skill – even if that motivation comes from a loving, but persistent daughter! -LJF       

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