the rohn report

It was singing last night - one lonely little frog. It wasn’t a whole chorus like in the springtime but it was chirping away, thrumming its tune. I thought about it, how it had survived the trepidations of Kybo the cat, the ardent and stealthy hunter, and not only that but its progenitors had survived as well. A remarkable and fortuitous accomplishment. There was a time when there were no frogs in...

One of my long time fantasies is to see a New York Times front page headline that says - ‘No More War’ or possibly ‘Love One another’ or maybe ‘May peace and harmony prevail’. It would be so radically strange and alarmingly different. Well it sort of happened recently with the publication of Tish Harrison Warren’s essay, ‘ How I learned to shut up and be still ’. Right there on the front page of t...

So I just had my 71st birthday this week. Wow and I’m feeling it. I thought I was bullet proof. I would live to be 120. Not. When I was a young whippersnapper I thought I would live forever. Why not? Just cause everybody else died didn’t mean I would. Actually it was a rejoinder to my religious friends who wanted to make sure I was going to heaven. It doesn’t apply if you never die, right? That wa...

Once upon a time, a long time ago, I was traveling the world seeking adventure and whatever came my way. My destination was Israel, the Holy Land, for no other reason than I had stared at the full color maps of the ‘Holy Land’ in the back of the Bible while sitting bored in adult church service for (way too many) years of my life. I made my way there, over land and over sea and in the air and foun...

So I’m thinking, gees, maybe I should be a little less philosophical and more funny like Garrison Keillor; talk about normal things not GOD and buffalos. I lost three subscribers after I published ‘GOD’. I’m sitting in the cafe reading Guy Noir stories (one of Garrison’s creations) from his Substack newsletter ‘ Garrison Keillor and Friends ’ and laughing quietly to myself so as not to annoy the o...

Everybody believes in God, right? Most people do. I don’t. Not that one anyways. The super-hero God of the religions. The story book character God with super powers that we read about in the scriptures. And God slew the Minnownites. And God blessed Kajeeziel. And God created the earth and the universe and the light and the dark and then he rested because he was tired. God might be something but pr...

We killed off all the buffalos. Have you ever thought about that? There used to be millions of them roaming the vast prairies of the American West; from northern Mexico to Canada, from Idaho to Pennsylvania. The white European buffalo hunters with their .50 caliber rifles hunted them to near extinction in the late 1800’s, partly to force the Indians into submission. They depended on the buffalo fo...

In the cafe is where I write. Where I collate these random thoughts into something readable, edit them, fashion and trim them, cut out the fat and add some salt. Oh wait I don’t need all that - er just collate them then . . . but that sounds kind of formal, wait what’s a better word for formal? academic? no even worse let’s start over . . . It goes like that until I come up with an image and a fee...

One of my heros is Garrison Keillor of Prairie Home Companion fame - a serialized radio show that he hosted for many years. It was based on the old time radio variety shows from the twenties and thirties and all the way up into the fifties when television finally took over and killed them off. The Prairie Home Companion had alot of singing and musical guests and featured 3 segments of storytelling...

I just wonder . . . if your house burned down in one of the mega-fires out west if you would change your mind about the climate crisis? Let’s say you staunchly believed it was a hoax perpetrated by the left wing media as an excuse for the government taking over our lives but then you lost your house and all your stuff and infact the whole town you lived in burned up. I wonder, if someone who ended...

Everybody wants to be heard. Everybody wants to be acknowledged. Everybody wants to be in some sort of a conversation. Unless you’re a hermit living on top of a mountain, but then you’ll be talking to yourself . . . and answering. “ Hello. How are you today? Oh yeah . . . grunt, org.” and various other barely intelligible thoughts and sounds. The world we live in is full of conveniences and entert...

I live in a house in the suburbs of a large American city. I have next door neighbors on both sides and up and down the tree lined street. My neighbor, Mark, is a landscape architect, well I suppose that may be the reason why he doesn’t talk to me. I never do landscaping of any kind, I just try to control Nature. A little bit. Trim and shape. On the other side, the Gilbert’s with their daughter, t...

We encounter truth everyday, we just don’t recognize it. That’s what I think. The reality of our lives is truth. When Prem quoted Tulsidas at the event ‘whatever your eye can see, it’s all illusion’, I thought about it and realized it was true. Whatever your eye can see will disappear one day, poof, like it was never there. Prem at the event was brilliant. We were all in tears by the end, Prem, th...

There’s no air. There’s no soil. There’s no people. There’s no trees. There are no golf courses, although you could hit the ball a long ways. The internet connection is slow, about 10 minutes to get a signal to Earth (depending on the planetary alignment). There are no cafes and no friends anywhere except for your acquaintances in that little space ship sitting in the dirt. The temperature outside...

Today a ruby red dragonfly appeared. It was the first sighting of the summer - flying over the surface of the pond and around the edge in lazy loops; occasionally zooming off into the neighbor’s yard and returning again, darting here and there the way dragonflies do, flying straight up in the air. The pickerel weed, moored at the shallow end of the pool, seemed to hold a special interest for him,...