Category: Commentary

“The man who has experienced shipwreck shudders even at a calm sea.”
Ovid – Roman Poet

There is an episode of the hit TV series Seinfeld where George Costanza, engaged in a dispute over a new apartment rental, is pitted against an older gentleman with a tragic life history – he is an Andrea Doria survivor.  As the story unfolds, under the review of the tenant association, George’s personal pathetic life story is more tragic even than this man’s seafaring trauma.  The association, out of pity, awards George the apartment, which he later loses to another tenant for a bribe of $50.  For many, this obscure cultural reference is all they know about the Andrea Doria.  But the Andrea Doria was an actual ship with a real and tragic story – and a most bizarre twist.  This one gets interesting.  Truth is stranger than fiction.
 The SS Andrea Doria (named for a famous 16th-century Italian statesman and naval leader) was a luxury transatlantic ocean liner, Italy’s largest and fastest ship at the time.  She was made famous by her sinking in the North Atlantic.  This was the first shipwreck documented on television for the world to see.
 On July 25, 1956, the ship bound for New York was approaching the coast of Nantucket, Massachusetts.  In the midst of thick fog, the Andrea Doria met the MS Stockholm.  Although both ships were equipped with radar, they apparently misread warnings.  When visual contact was made, it was too late to avoid a collision.  At 11:10 pm the bow of the Stockholm plowed into the Anrea Doria.  Upon impact, 46 passengers on the Andrea Doria and five on the Stockholm were killed. 
 Struck on her starboard side, the Andrea Doria immediately started to list and take on water.  She stayed afloat for over 11 hours before capsizing and sinking.  1,660 passengers and crew were rescued and survived.
 When the news broke, every major outlet picked up the story, including ABC news.  Edward Morgan was the ABC news anchor tasked with reporting the story.  But there was a problem.  Minutes before Edward Morgan went on the air, he was informed that his 14-year-old daughter Linda, who was a passenger on the Andrea Doria, was missing and presumed dead.  Unbelievably, he was able to go on the air and report the story without losing his composure or mentioning his daughter.
 At the same time, another facet of the story was developing.  A young girl who had been asleep in her cabin aboard the Andrea Doria, woke up in the night and began screaming for her mother.  A man on the Stockholm heard her cries and ran across the twisted wreckage towards the bow of the ship.  There he found, perched on the destroyed railing of the Stockholm, a bed.  And in that bed was a 14-year-old girl.  That girl was Linda Morgan.  Apparently, the bow of the Stockholm had scooped up the girl in her bed when it pierced the Andrea Doria and dragged her back as it withdrew, leaving her on the deck.
 When Edward Morgan went back on the air the next day, he was able to talk about his daughter and her incredible survival story.  He shared how difficult it was to share tragic news when it was about someone you loved.  In an interview later, he said, “Within a space of 24 hours, this reporter has been pushed down the elevator shaft to the sub-basement of despair and raised again to the heights of incredible joy.”
 Linda Morgan suffered a broken arm and was quickly dubbed The Miracle Girl.  She returned to New York City aboard the damaged Stockholm, where she was reunited with her father.  Though she physically recovered, she suffered her entire life with survivor’s guilt.  Her stepfather and younger half-sister were killed in the accident, and her mother was badly injured. 
 Linda Morgan, now known as Linda Hardberger, moved to San Antonio, Texas, in 1970.  She served as curator for both the McNay Art Museum and the Tobin Theatre Arts Fund.  Her husband, Phil Hardberger, was the mayor of San Antonio from 2005 to 2009. 
 The wreck of the Andrea Doria remains one of the worst maritime disasters to occur in U.S. waters.  And the true story of the Miracle Girl on board remains stranger than fiction.

© 2025 Jody Dyer
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“Life doesn’t come with a manual; it comes with a mother.”
Anonymous

I like the song – Up Against the Wall Redneck Mother.  If you need a soundtrack for Mother’s Day, I think it’s appropriate.  Written off the cuff by the great Ray Wylie Hubbard after a perilous late-night beer run and bar fight in Red River, New Mexico, and later popularized by Jerry Jeff Walker, it is questionably one of the greatest songs ever written honoring mothers – mothers who have loved their sons so well.
 For the record, I hold the term redneck in the highest regard.  Redneck mothers are much like regular mothers, but they come with an extra dose of mamma bear courage paired with a titanium spine.  They love their babies hard, often raise them in the country, and turn their offspring into fine citizens, for the most part.   If you grew up with a redneck mother, you know it, and are better for it.
 My mom, a daughter of the Great Depression, grew up in the tiny burg of Hector, Arkansas.  She married my dad in 1953 after he returned from fighting in Korea, and they had two sons, one of whom was me.
 My mom was a beautiful woman.  I remember my fourth-grade teacher describing her as regal.  She had the most captivating laugh I have ever heard.  Good with animals, Mom loved horses and dogs.  She was especially fond of mean little Chihuahuas.  I still have scars on my hands from our vicious little family pet.  Mom was also a chicken person, so we always had a few hens.  She kept a garden, and enjoyed nothing more than harvesting her tomatoes, fresh out of the sun.  And she liked onions.  She ate them raw with every meal.
 Every year when I was in elementary school, Mom was a redneck Room Mother.  At every holiday and special event, she and one or two of her cohorts would show up at school with cupcakes in hand to help us celebrate.
 Mom was ever protective, but not above letting her boys experience new things as we grew.  We lived in the country, and she let me drive at the age of eleven.  Our family car then was a 1961 Dodge Pioneer with red vinyl seats (Mom’s favorite color was red).  With Mom in the front seat, and my slew-foot brother and his baseball cards in the back, we sped along the dirt roads of our little community.  I felt like Mario Andretti.
 Besides driving, another favorite activity that we enjoyed were bike rides.  Mom would pack a lunch (fried egg sandwiches wrapped in tinfoil) and we would peddle to Englehardt’s store for a Coke and candy bar, stopping at the pines for a break before navigating more dirt roads back home.
 We were a 4-H family, and Mom was present at every club meeting, county fair, and steer show.  She even made it to 4-H camp every summer.
 Mom was known for her cooking.  Our humble family spread at Thanksgiving was legendary.  Mom’s turkey and cornbread stuffing were delectable.  At Christmas we were blessed with Mom’s amazing fudge.  She would make tubs, and we ate it with abandon.  And her banana pudding was to die for.
 Redneck mothers are tough, and Mom sure was that.  And she had a bit of a temper.  If her boys were accosted in any way, Mom never hesitated to jump into a fight.  One memorable episode happened on a visit to our Gramma Nano’s house.  To relieve my brother and I from hours of tedious adult conversation indoors, we were allowed to walk a short way to the local “outlet store” as we called it.  With little money, we were content to prowl the isles just looking.  On this particular day, an irritable hag of a store clerk ran us out the back door.  She evidently saw us as pint-sized potential juvenile shoplifters and told us to leave the store if we weren’t going to buy anything.  When we stumbled back to my grandmother’s house and Mom learned that we’d been kicked out, she was livid.  She marched us back over to that store and lit up the place.  That cranky clerk received a nuclear level chewing out the residue of which may still hang somewhere in the atmosphere above North America.  We were then allowed to stay and shop to our heart’s content.
 Mom sometimes made enemies, but as a redneck mother, she was never too concerned with what other folks thought.  Once an ill-tempered neighbor, Mrs. Lay, came riding by our house on horseback with her dog trailing.  Mom happened to be out in our steer pen next to the road, and when Mrs. Lay’s Red Heeler darted under the fence and attempted to chase our livestock, Mom went to throwing rocks.  The dog was unhurt, but Mrs. Lay was highly offended and the two commenced a cussing war that I think the neighbors still talk about.  It was blistering, but all in a day’s work for a redneck mother.
 By loving their children well, mothers build the foundation on which we construct our lives.  They teach us how to love, both ourselves and others.  And that’s the best thing a mother can do.  Thank God for redneck mothers.  I love you Mom…      

 “There’s so much plastic in this culture that vinyl leopard skin is becoming an endangered synthetic.”

Lily Tomlin

 There is a scene in the movie The Graduate (Dustin Hoffman & Anne Bancroft – 1967) where Benjamin Braddock, the 21-year-old disaffected protagonist, played by Dustin Hoffman, is at a cocktail party with his parents.  A family friend, a Mr. McGuire, takes young Ben aside during the party and tells him he has just one word of advice for him, just one word – “plastics.”  Young Banjamin may not have 

taken that advice, but the rest of the world sure did. Our modern society is covered up in plastics. And it seems that we humans have absorbed much of the refuse. Like marbling in a side of beef, our bodies are harboring plastics, or more specifically, microplastics. As that great soul and R&B group from the ‘70s, The Dramatics, sang – “Some people are made of plastic.” Now, those people are us.
What are microplastics, and why are they a concern? Microplastics are tiny (small to invisible in size) particles of plastic. They have either been intentionally added to products we use or they are fragments that break off of products as they degrade and wear out. All plastics deteriorate and break down over time. Fragments disperse and spread, going everywhere, like sand in your shorts and wallet after a trip to the beach. Microplastics can now be found far and wide, from the pristine beaches of Belize to the blood and tissues of most humans on planet Earth.
Microplastics can be a problem for two reasons. First, tiny plastic particles in our body can be harmful, causing inflammation and an increased risk of disease. But there is another concern related to microplastics.
Microplastics are made of chemicals, and they can carry and deposit these chemicals into our bodies. Most of these chemicals are considered endocrine disruptors, mimicking estrogen and affecting bodily functions and contributing to disease. Here are a few of these dastardly chemicals found within the plastic bits inhabiting your body.
BPA – Bisphenol-A and other bisphenols are used to make resins and certain hard plastics. BPA can be found in food and drink cans, water bottles, storage containers, sports safety equipment, eyeglass lenses, computers, and more. BPA is also used as a thin coating on thermal paper, including grocery store receipts. BPA easily transfers from receipts to skin and can cause a spike in blood sugar (glucose) within seconds of handling.
Phthalates – The term phthalates refer to a group of chemicals that are added as plasticizers, making products flexible and more durable. Phthalates are used in hundreds of products, including cosmetics, nail polish, soap, shampoo, hair spray, garden hoses, shower curtains, flooring, lubrication oils, and medical tubing.
PFAS – The term PFAS refers to a large family of chemicals often referred to as “forever chemicals” because once they are made, they don’t break down and essentially persist in the environment indefinitely. PFAS can be found in some plastic products, but they are also added to cloth, metal, paper, and cardboard. PFAS can make products nonstick, grease-proof, stain-resistant, waterproof, and resistant to heat and corrosion. PFAS are often used to make food packaging, clothing, furniture, non-stick pans, and dental floss.
So, how do we avoid all these nasty chemicals and the microplastics that carry them? Is it possible to limit our risk? Yes, it is. Here are some suggestions…
Choose fresh whole foods and avoid packaged and processed foods when you can.
Use and look for BPA-free containers (glass, stainless steel, and ceramic). Some foods and beverages are now available in BPA-free packaging and containers.
Do not put plastic in the microwave – ever. Heating plastic carries the risk of chemicals leaching into your food.
Do not drink from water bottles left in the sun or a hot car. Even moderate heat from the sun can leave chemicals in your water.
Throw away your non-stick pans and cookware. And do not use plastic utensils when cooking. Heat will release chemicals into your food.
Avoid tea bags – use loose leaf tea instead. Plastic bits can leach from bags into hot water.
Avoid handling paper receipts. Remember BPA is used as thin coating on thermal paper and transfers to your skin easily.
Here’s a positive word to go with all this bad news. Recent studies have shown that folks who avoided canned foods and drinks, avoided using plastics for food and water consumption and storage, and minimized their contact with thermal receipt papers saw a significant reduction in chemical exposure.
Our world is full of chemical-filled plastic, so it is hard to avoid. Just do the best you can…
© 2025 Jody Dyer
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Baseball is back, and fans all over the country are again enjoying the thrill and satisfaction that only comes from America’s best sport. With baseball on my mind this week, it seemed appropriate to share a bit of bizarre baseball history. Fun and strange things can happen at the ballpark.
The Shortest Home Run in History – This is a minor league baseball story, circa 1900. Andy Oyler was a shortstop for the Minnesota Millers. After a night of heavy rain, his team found themselves playing in deep mud the next day. At bat in the bottom of the ninth inning, Oyler ducked a pitch that was apparently aimed at his head. The ball inadvertently hit Oyler’s bat and traveled approximately 24 inches before sinking into the mud in front of home plate. Oyler saw the ball, but none of the opposing fielders did. He was able to complete an inside-the-park home run before the ball was found.
The Smallest Pinch Hitter – In 1951, Bill Veeck, owner of the St. Louis Browns, came up with a wild publicity stunt. He signed professional performer Eddie Gaedel as a new player. Gaedel was a little person, standing just 3 feet 7 inches tall and weighing 60 pounds…LOGIN TO CONTINUE READING at www.devinenewsmembers.com. You will get INSTANT online access to our full E-edition, and begin getting the newspaper delivered to your home next week for $36 a year in Medina County. Support important local city, county, and school news like this!

The Art of a Non-Apology

by Jerel Beaty
Apology: A delicate social ritual meant to convey remorse, mend fences, and acknowledge one’s shortcomings. Except, of course, when it does not. We’ve all encountered that special breed of a non-apology.
One that is so dripping with self-congratulation, deflection, and insincerity that could make one question if the offender even understands what the word “sorry” truly means. Instead of remorse, these non-apologies reek of ego, turning what should be a moment of humility into a performance of self-promotion.
Examples? Sure.
There are some apologies that may come across as, “I deeply regret that my innovative, record-breaking work ethic has inadvertently set an impossible standard for my peers.”…LOGIN TO CONTINUE READING at www.devinenewsmembers.com. You will get INSTANT online access to our full E-edition, and begin getting the newspaper delivered to your home next week for $36 a year in Medina County. Support important local city, county, and school news like this!

“The body is a sacred garment.” 

Martha Graham

     As I age, my concern is that I am becoming more and more like Mr. Potato Head.  Not only does he have a potato head, but he also appears to have an unhealthy potato body.  I suspect he is carrying some visceral fat.  I may have some too, and this can be a problem.

     Visceral fat is often hidden.  You can appear fit and trim, more like G.I. Joe than Mr. Potato Head, and still be carrying dangerous visceral fat.  Maybe we can shed some of this stuff.  I am trying to learn.

     Visceral fat is the most dangerous fat in our bodies.  It is fat that we can’t see, nestled deep inside and wrapped around our organs.  Visceral fat destroys our health, turning our bodies into a breeding ground for disease and discomfort.  Visceral fat can trigger inflammation, pump out harmful chemicals, and wreck our hormones.  And you don’t have to be overweight to carry visceral fat.  You can look fit and still have gobs of silent visceral fat lurking inside your body.

     Visceral fat buildup is caused by our lifestyle.  One factor is diet, not how much we eat, but what we eat.  Ultra-processed foods, sugary snacks, and alcohol all spike our insulin levels and shove our bodies into fat storage mode.  Lack of exercise, especially strength training, is another contributor.  Stress and the resulting cortisol help your body layer on fat as well.  And poor sleep is the icing on the cake for visceral fat.  Restorative sleep is the foundation of good health.  Lack of quality sleep raises your cortisol levels and ruins your body’s ability to burn fat. 

     How can you tell if you are carrying visceral fat?  I wanted to know this.  At 6’ 3” and 200 pounds, I thought I was in relatively good shape (or maybe borderline good shape).  Here are some ways to determine if you have visceral fat buildup in your body.  First, check your waistline.  The waistline test says that if you’re over 40 inches, this is not a good sign.  The height to waist ratio is a better gauge.  Your waist measurement should be less than half your height.  You might also consider the body shape check.  If your belly is hard and round, that is visceral fat.  Soft and squishy is not great, but better.  This is less dangerous subcutaneous fat.  Another clue are energy and cravings.  If you find that you are tired and sluggish, have brain fog, and crave sugar, these are sure signs of visceral fat.

     How do we beat our visceral fat?  We can take practical steps to burn it off and keep it off.  Here’s how to do it…

     Eat Smart – Do not eat less.  Instead, eat smart.  You can eat in a way that fosters fat burning and stops your body from storing fat.  Eat more protein.  Protein boosts your metabolism, protects muscle, and keeps you feeling full.  Make sure you have some protein on your plate at every meal.  And cut back on ultra-processed foods.  Some of the best sources of protein are eggs, meat, milk, yogurt, and cheese.  Also, eat plenty of fiber, fruits and vegetables, fresh or frozen.  It’s okay to eat carbs, just choose whole carbs like sweet potatoes, lentils, oats, and rice.  Your goal should be to eat nutrient-dense foods.  And reduce your sugar consumption.  It’s okay to include some treats that you enjoy.  If your diet is too restrictive, this won’t work.  Follow the 80/20 rule (80% of food for function / 20% you can eat for fun).  And cut back on alcohol, drinking packs on visceral fat.  When you drink your liver is too busy processing the alcohol to burn fat.

     Strength Training – Start lifting weights, three times a week.  Focus on building muscle.  Forget about burning calories.  More muscle equals a faster metabolism and more fat burning, even at rest.

     Manage Your Stress – Do whatever necessary to reduce your stress level.  If you are constantly stressed, you are pumping cortisol and storing visceral fat.

     Walk Every Day – Walking is one of the best ways to exercise without stressing your body.  Walking will help you relax, reduce your cortisol levels, and boost your metabolism.  Shoot for 8,000 – 10,000 steps a day.

     Sleep – Sleep like your life depends on it.  It literally does.  Try to get 7-9 hours of sleep each night.  Make sure your bedroom is quiet, dark, and cool.  And put your phone away.  No screens for 30 minutes before bed.  Screen exposure messes with your circadian rhythm and suppresses the production of melatonin destroying your sleep.

     Give this a try.  Burn off that visceral fat, stay healthy, and leave Mr. Potato Head behind.

© 2025 Jody Dyer

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“Most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be.”
Abraham Lincoln

The quest for happiness is part of the American psyche, embedded in our cultural DNA. Thomas Jefferson immortalized this sentiment when he penned the Declaration of Independence writing, “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.” Most of us would admit that the energy of our lives is spent in this pursuit of happiness, for ourselves and others. But there is a real question here. Where does happiness come from? How do we obtain it? Is happiness dependent on our external circumstances or is something deeper involved?
In The Nicomachean Ethics, Aristotle argued that happiness is primarily the result of what you possess internally (your character, virtue, and disposition) rather than your external possessions (wealth, material goods, honor, and the pleasures of this world). Aristotle believed that happiness and a good life were obtainable despite adverse conditions and the storms of life. This was because our good interior disposition can’t be taken from us. However difficult our lives are, we always have control over our interior self. We often don’t choose our life circumstances, but we can choose our reactions to them.
In his classic book, Man’s Search for Meaning, Victor Frankl wrote, “Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms – to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.” Frankl was an Austrian psychologist and Holocaust survivor. His riveting memoir describing his extreme suffering in a Nazi concentration camp during WW II is one of the greatest books ever written.
Our attitude is one of those internal possessions that is most important. As the Bar Kays (that great R&B funk band from the 1970s) sang – “Your attitude is what describes you.”
Cicero (the famous Roman statesman) argued that among these attitudes and internal possessions, gratitude was the most important. He wrote, “I wish to be adorned with every virtue, yet there is nothing which I can esteem more highly than the being and appearing grateful. For this one virtue is not only the greatest but is also the parent of all other virtues.”
Why does gratitude matter? Because the spirit of gratitude comes first and forms a core part of our happy life. Gratitude can illuminate the darkness of discontent and is necessary for happiness.
With gratitude, viewing what you have with thankfulness, you are emotionally wealthy. Ingratitude fosters the opposite. Ingrates experience emotional poverty by focusing on what they do not have.
If gratitude is necessary for happiness, what can we do to foster it? And what are the enemies of gratitude that worm their way into our minds like parasites sucking our happiness and joy?
Discontent is one happiness killer. Contentment is the fruit of gratitude. Discontent, or a focus on what we don’t have or cannot have is the opposite. Discontent brings with it frustration and sadness. But the attitude of discontent is a choice, as is gratitude.
Gratitude allows us to see the little things in our world as gifts. A songbird in the window, a sleeping dog at your feet, a cold Dr. Pepper on a hot afternoon, all of these small pleasures are blessings to savor and enjoy.
But what if we want to get serious in our quest for happiness? How can we grow in gratitude and contentment? Here are two suggestions.
The first is this. Instead of seeking happiness in possessions and passing pleasures, engage in meaningful and challenging activities, what the famed psychologist and researcher Martin Seligman calls gratifications.
Gratifications are actions that are mentally engaging and require effort but provide us with a strong sense of meaning – doing things that matter. Gratifications might include actions we consider hobbies, like painting, writing, and creating music. Gratifications often involve altruism where you have the opportunity to bless others.
Secondly, to cultivate happiness consider pursuing a foundation of faith. Recent studies have shown that actively religious people, as compared to those less religious, more often describe themselves as “happy.” Gregory Peck, that great Hollywood actor from years ago (think Roman Holiday with Audrey Hepburn) once said, “Faith gives you an inner strength and a sense of balance and perspective in life.” To be happy, we need that balance. How do we start? We can all pray. Consider going to church. Maybe open a Bible. That is a good place to start. And make up your mind to be happy.
© 2025 Jody Dyer
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