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Marshes, Mars and Money: Reflections on Winning and Losing

I Have Lost More Than Most People Have Ever Tried to Win

What does a man have to do to become a winner? And what happens when he spends sixty-two years trying, accomplishes quite a few things, and still has remarkably little to show for it?

I have a confession to make.

I am a loser.

Not entirely, of course. I have won some things, earned some honors, enjoyed some remarkable experiences, loved and been loved, and occasionally managed to make a difference. I have also had the privilege of knowing some genuine winners and of being connected, through family, friendship, education and professional life, to people who accomplished things of considerable significance. While winning is a goal most of us share at least on occasion. There are more movies, poems, parties and toasts celebrating and appreciating losers that one might think at first.

But if the measure is money, fame, professional position, influence, or the ability to convert a lifetime of intellectual labor into an enduring enterprise, then I have to admit that my record is not impressive. I am blessed that my wife has compiled the

I am sixty-two years old. I have two university degrees, some awards and distinctions, a rather unusual collection of experiences, a beautiful wife whom I love, memories of a recent trip to Italy, and a head full of projects which might require several lifetimes and a few billion dollars to accomplish.

I do not have the billions. I do not have the millions. I do not even have the sort of comfortable financial independence which might allow me to pursue those projects without considerable anxiety.

I have been interested in the future of humanity in space for most of my life. I have written about the history and culture of Acadiana, the place where my roots run very deep. I have pursued business ventures, academic projects, intellectual properties, creative work, journalism, public affairs and various forms of service.

I have made money. I have lost money. I have made friends. I have lost opportunities. I have been published, invited, congratulated, ignored, rejected, forgotten and occasionally rediscovered.

There are things I have done which I believe were genuinely good. There are things I have done which were not very good at all. Some of my most useful work has had little to do with my deepest dreams. Some of my most passionate and ambitious work has attracted some attention and support in degrees, awards, publications and paychecks in the short term. But from a larger geographical and demographic perspective and over a longer term evaluation almost no meaningful support at all. .

I have played a great many rounds. If one can call education a game or use that metaphor of the educator as a player. I have played a great many rounds. If one can call writing a game or use that metaphor of the writer as a player. I have played a great many rounds. If one can call history a game or use that metaphor of the historian as a player. I have played a great many rounds. If one can call Space a game or use that metaphor of the space theorist and innovator as a player. I have played a great many rounds. If one can call the Christian spiritual journey a game or use that metaphor of the Christian disciple as a player.

I have won very few tournaments. If one wants to see signs and trophies that show my enduring impact and legacy in any of these areas. But I have won a few. What is enough?

Some, more successful than I, would argue that having four or five passions is one one of the main problems. The diletante cannot expect to be the champion. Maybe they are right. And yet, I still want to play.

That last sentence is perhaps the most important one in this essay.

Because this is not simply a story about an unsuccessful man, or about the decline of a coastal Louisiana community, or about the difficulty of making money from ideas. It is also about the peculiar relationship between winning and losing in a civilization which celebrates winners, depends upon losers, and often has very little idea how to distinguish the two.

It is about tennis and automobile racing, football and golf, the New Testament and the Roman Empire, the disappearing marshes of Louisiana and the possible cities of Mars. It is also about the impossibility of people in our era seeing the point in certain styles of writing and communication.

It is about my grandfather’s achievements at Freshwater City and my own largely unsuccessful attempts to create something of enduring significance in any number of areas of endeavor in which I have nonetheless persevered..

It is about the possibility that a man can be a loser by nearly every conventional measure and still have something important to offer. In that sense it is a critique of the American ethos of success and winning by a writer who is American and also a believer in an ethos of winning and success.

And, because I am not dead yet, it is also about money, fame and taking chances. About advantages sought from an area and position of disadvantage. I am still pursuing and trying to increase wealth. I still think a great deal about money,

Real money. Investment money. Business money. The money that turns an idea into an enterprise, a prototype into a product, a coastal ruin into a port, or a crater on the Moon into a human settlement.

I have not given up on winning. But I have begun to wonder whether our civilization understands how much it owes to people who lose.


1. The Astonishing Mathematics of Winning

Pete Sampras was one of the greatest tennis players of his generation and, by many measures, one of the greatest ever to play the game. He won fourteen Grand Slam singles titles, a record in men’s tennis when he retired. He spent 286 weeks ranked number one in the world. He was a champion whose career is remembered for winning.

Yet the mathematics of tennis contains a startling fact. Even the greatest champions lose an enormous number of points.

A player can lose nearly half the points in a match and still win the match. A player can win only a modest majority of the games and still dominate a tournament. The scoring system transforms relatively small advantages, sustained at critical moments, into decisive victories.

Sampras’s career is a particularly interesting example because his powerful serve, aggressive game and ability to prevail in important moments allowed him to win matches without overwhelming opponents in every statistical category.

One can lose thousands upon thousands of points and still become one of the greatest winners in the history of a sport.

Think about that for a moment.

A tennis champion is not a person who does not lose points. He is a person who wins enough of the right points, games, sets and matches. The distinction is not trivial. It is fundamental.

We often evaluate our lives as though every disappointment were a final score. Every rejection becomes evidence of personal inadequacy. Every failed venture becomes a verdict on our judgment. Every unrecognized achievement becomes something we are tempted to erase from our own account of ourselves.

But tennis does not work that way.

Neither does golf.

Neither does automobile racing.

Neither, for that matter, does much of human civilization.

Consider the late Dick Trickle, a name that became familiar to many Americans for reasons quite apart from the extraordinary racing career behind it. Trickle was a legendary short-track stock-car racer. He won an enormous number of races in the regional circuits where he made his reputation, but he never won a race in NASCAR’s premier Cup Series. He nevertheless enjoyed a long career at the highest levels of the sport and earned recognition that thousands of aspiring racers could only dream of.

Was he a winner or a loser?

The answer depends upon which scoreboard we choose.

A professional golfer might play for twenty years, earn millions of dollars, travel the world, compete against the best players alive, and never win one of the major championships. Indeed, a golfer may earn a comfortable living and achieve a distinguished professional career without winning very often at all. There is no contradiction here.

In a tournament with a hundred competitors, only one can finish first. Ninety-nine must finish somewhere else.

If we call all ninety-nine losers in the absolute sense, then we have created a rather peculiar definition of success. And yet, in an important sense, all ninety-nine really did lose.I do not want to eliminate that distinction. I do not believe that everyone deserves a trophy simply for appearing, nor that a person who finishes last has somehow accomplished the same thing as the champion.

Winning matters. It matters tremendously. But so does competing.

And the institutions which make winning possible depend upon large numbers of people who will never be champions.

The Colleges That Must Lose

Nowhere is this clearer than in American college sports.

Every autumn, millions of Americans watch football teams compete for conference championships, national rankings, bowl appearances, playoff positions, money, prestige and institutional identity.

A handful of schools enjoy enormous success. Many others do not.

Some football programs have spent generations absorbing losses against better-funded, more talented and more famous opponents. Yet without those opponents, the great winners could not accumulate their victories.

The University of Alabama cannot defeat an empty stadium. Louisiana State University cannot win a football game against a university which does not field a team. The great programs require schedules, conferences, opponents, institutions willing to compete, and supporters willing to keep believing even when the record is disappointing. The schools that lose are not merely unfortunate accessories to the success of the schools that win.

They are part of the structure which makes the winners possible. They recruit students, employ coaches, educate athletes, build traditions, sustain communities, attract donors, sell tickets and preserve the possibility that next season might be different. And occasionally the underdog wins.

That possibility is essential to the drama. If the winner were known with absolute certainty before the contest, the contest would lose much of its meaning.

The losers make the winners possible, and the possibility of winning makes the losers willing to continue.

There is a great deal of economic, political, religious and philosophical significance in that observation. For one thing, it raises the question of how we ought to treat those who compete seriously and repeatedly without reaching the summit. For another, it raises a more uncomfortable set of questions:

What happens when the institutions that are supposed to allow people to compete begin excluding them from the game? What happens when the loser does not merely lose the contest, but loses the opportunity to contend? Because it is one thing to be defeated and it is another thing entirely to be denied a place on the field.

That is a set questions to which I shall return. It is a set of questions that resonate very much with me.


2. Saint Paul Was Not Against Winning

Christianity is often presented as a religion which reverses ordinary human ambition. THAT IS A VERY FLAWED ANALYSIS WHEN IT IS THE PRINCIPAL OR ONLY POINT OF VIEW ABOUT THE FAITH.

There is a scandal and sign of contradiction in the Cross and in Christ that is expressed in certain teachings. Those teachings are well known: “The meek shall inherit the earth”. “The last shall be first”. “Those who humble themselves shall be exalted”. Theme rooted in the Old Testament understanding that Yahweh is (among other titles) the God of the Oppressed and the Protector of Widows and Orphans. The poor and suffering are blessed in ways that the rich and powerful may not be. “it is easier for a camel to enter the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven.”

All of that is important. Those who know any of Christian history also know how important it is for Christians to remind themselves of that commitment to those who are losers in the eyes of the World. It is at the heart of the Gospel. But it is not the totality of the Gospel.

But it would be a serious mistake to conclude that Christianity has no place for competition, excellence, discipline, ambition or victory. I will leave aside the misinterpretations of the Gospels and the early traditions which are virtually inescapable but never easy to discuss. Let’s discuss the epistles which are less in dispute.

Saint Paul certainly did not think that Christianity has no place for competition, excellence, discipline, ambition or victory. In his First Letter to the Corinthians, Paul uses the athletic competitions familiar to the Greek and Roman world as an illustration of the Christian life. He reminds his readers that many runners compete in a race, but only one receives the prize. He urges them to run in such a way as to win.

The passage is 1 Corinthians 9:24–27. Paul describes athletes training with discipline and accepting restrictions upon their lives in order to obtain a perishable crown. He contrasts that prize with the imperishable crown for which Christians strive. He also describes his own conduct in terms of purposeful competition. He does not run aimlessly. He does not box as though merely striking the air. This is not a celebration of mediocrity. It is not an invitation to surrender ambition. It is a demand that ambition be disciplined and directed toward something worthy of the effort. Paul knew that winning required sacrifice. He knew that the pursuit of victory imposed obligations.

St. Paul knew and taught that a serious competitor could not simply do whatever he pleased and expect to prevail. He taught Christians to play to win.

But there is another passage in the same letter which presents an almost shockingly different image. In 1 Corinthians 4:9, Paul describes the apostles as men placed last, condemned to death, and made a spectacle before the world. The imagery recalls the defeated prisoners displayed in Roman triumphal processions and the condemned men exposed before public audiences.

Think about that contrast.

In one passage, Paul tells Christians to run to win. In another, he portrays the apostles themselves as defeated captives in the public theater of imperial victory. The men who were helping to establish what would become one of the greatest religious civilizations in history appeared, in their own time, to be losers.

They were not senators commanding legions. They were not victorious generals receiving triumphs. They were not wealthy patrons controlling the commerce of the Mediterranean. They were frequently imprisoned, beaten, driven out of cities, misunderstood and rejected. Paul himself would eventually die as a condemned man under Roman authority, according to the ancient Christian tradition.

Yet his letters would outlive the Roman emperors. His words would be read in churches across continents unknown to the people who first heard him preach. The defeated prisoner would become one of the most influential writers in human history. The empire which condemned him would eventually adopt the faith he proclaimed.

There is an irony here which no serious discussion of winning and losing should overlook. But there is also a danger in interpreting it too comfortably. Not every defeated man is Saint Paul. Not every rejected idea is destined to transform civilization. Not every failed enterprise is an unrecognized masterpiece.

The Christian answer cannot simply be that losing is winning.

That would empty both words of meaning.

Some people lose because they make poor decisions. Some lose because their ideas are bad. Some lose because they lack discipline, capital, skill, judgment or perseverance. Some lose because they encounter obstacles which might have defeated almost anyone. Some lose because the institutions controlling opportunity are unfair, indifferent or corrupt. And many lose because human life contains more uncertainty than most theories of success are willing to acknowledge.

Rather, Christianity presents us with a more difficult challenge: to compete seriously for worthwhile objectives while recognizing that the final judgment upon a human life may differ radically from the judgment of the spectators.

I am a Catholic Christian. I believe in a final judgment, although my beliefs may contain more ambiguity and respect for the sovereignty of God than is popular and easily seen as orthodox these days.

I also believe in paying the electric bill, insurance bills, deductibles, car repairs and the survival of local nonprofits. Money is seldom far from my mind.

The relationship between those two convictions has occupied a surprisingly large portion of my adult life.


3. The Marshes: A Kingdom My Grandfather Built and I Could Not Keep

There was a time when the marshes of southern Vermilion Parish seemed to offer an almost unlimited range of possibilities. Oil, natural gas, fisheries, trapping, navigation, transportation, coastal commerce and land development were all part of a regional economy which was never quite as simple as outsiders imagined. The marshes were not merely picturesque wetlands inhabited by alligators, mosquitoes and people speaking an unfamiliar variety of French.

They were working landscapes. They were connected to the Gulf of Mexico, the oilfields, the ports, the agricultural prairies, the towns of Acadiana and the wider commercial world. My maternal grandfather, Cecil Gremillion, was one of the men who saw opportunity there.

He was involved in building something substantial at Freshwater City, near the coast of Vermilion Parish. He also had a camp at Pecan Island, a place associated in my memory with a distinctive way of life, a particular regional economy and a world that seemed capable of continuing. His enterprise belonged to an era in which men could look at a remote coastal location and imagine a port, a business, an industrial opportunity and a future.

Freshwater City was not simply a name on a map to me. It was part of a family story. It was evidence that ambition could take physical form. My grandfather did not merely discuss economic development as an abstraction. He participated in creating it. But the start he made has long been in decline. Spacex will be starting in place mostly inhabited by ruins andghosts of his dreams and efforts and bits of the community that predated his efforts.

In the course of my historical research, I have also written about his business connections with the oilman and chemical entrepreneur Revis Sirmon, including their involvement in Riptide Investors of which my Grandfather was once CEO, when he also owned a furniture store chain, a real estate company, rental properties and was president of a growing savings and loan. and the development of Freshwater City. He brought a lot to the battle but before Spacex recently committed to Starbase, Louisiana there was every sign that all those efforts were fading into ruin.

The history of the oil industry in Acadiana is full of such relationships. Farmers, pilots, businessmen, investors, landowners, engineers, politicians and workers combined their skills and resources to create an economy which transformed the region.

The Gulf of Mexico’s oil reserves remain vital to our country’s future. Louisiana has been a place where such resources were and are accessed. Spacex is operating in large part on land long owned by Exxon and operated by the Vermilion Corporation.

Those in the oil industry were and are a varied lot. Some became very wealthy. Some became influential. Some built things that endured. Others built things that did not. some created a lot of damage and limited value others created a lot of value without doing much harm.

My grandfather had a chance to play a serious round in the development of that coastal world. He was a big player in Freshwater City where Elon Musk and governor Landry recently met to discuss the development that is to become Starbase. Perspectives on that event vary. The arrival of the inscrutable hero is one. The speeches of those who planned this process are another perspective. Artistic dreams are yet another perspective. The perspective of those who follow an extraordinary corporation is yet another perspective. I have left out the pieces put together by journalists seeking out those with criticisms, warnings and fears at the expense of other narratives. However, the part of the original recordings that meant the most to me was cut out. It was the exchange where the name of Starbase, Louisiana was announced to the world.

But

Freshwater City was a huge part of my life but I never really got the chance to play a round in keeping my grandfather’s achievement going. That is one of the losses which has remained with me. I do not mean that I personally owned a flourishing port and foolishly allowed it to collapse. Nor do I mean that the entire decline of the coastal region can be attributed to one family, one business decision or one generation.

The decline of southern Louisiana’s coastal communities is a complicated story. It is one I have written about in this blog. It involves land loss, subsidence, erosion, hurricanes, changing industrial practices, altered transportation patterns, environmental problems, public policy and the movement of people and capital. The loss is widespread and impacts many people. But there is something painfully personal about seeing a place associated with your family’s ambition reduced to a ruin. There is a difference between reading about economic decline and standing in the landscape where the decline has occurred. There is a difference between studying abandoned enterprises and remembering the people who believed in them. And there is a difference between inheriting wealth and inheriting a story about wealth which has largely disappeared. I inherited the story. Not the small emerging marshland empire with lots of potential.

A Ruin at the Edge of a New Space Age

Now comes one of the strangest turns in this entire account. The very region where my grandfather helped build a commercial future, and where so much of that future has disappeared, is being reconsidered in connection with the space industry. The coastal world of Vermilion Parish, with its industrial experience, access to the Gulf, maritime culture and history of ambitious engineering, has begun to attract attention in discussions of space-related development. That is not a small beginning, it is a huge leap of investment in the hundreds of billions.

I have been passionate about human expansion into space for most of my life. I have spent years thinking about the Moon, Mars, transportation systems, settlement architecture, space commerce and the legal structures which might govern a future interplanetary civilization. And now, at sixty-two, I find myself contemplating the possibility that the landscape of my grandfather’s achievements might become relevant to the industry which has dominated so much of my own intellectual life.

It is almost too neatly ironic to be believable. But it is familiar to me to have a personal narrative that is very rare and improbable. This narrative in particular is as follows:

  1. My grandfather helped build something on the Louisiana coast.

2. The coastal economy changed.

3. The enterprise declined.

4. I spent much of my life thinking about commerce beyond the Earth.

5. The space industry seems to be creating a future for the same coastal region as a place of hope and progress.

I do not claim that a great spaceport has already arisen at Freshwater City, or that any proposed development is certain to succeed. There is an enormous difference between an announcement, an expression of interest, a feasible project, a financed project and a functioning industrial enterprise. I have lived long enough to appreciate every one of those distinctions. But I also know that history sometimes brings old places into new economic systems in ways that earlier generations could scarcely have imagined. The port that served one industrial age may have a role in another. The coastal infrastructure developed for petroleum, marine transportation and heavy industry may prove useful to businesses serving the space economy. The engineering culture of Acadiana may find new opportunities in an industry which demands difficult work, practical ingenuity and extraordinary ambition.

I would like to be part of that transformation. Not merely as a spectator. Not merely as a man who once wrote about space travel. Not merely as the grandson of a man who helped build something there. I would like to play a meaningful round. I would like to help create something, and yes, I would like to make some money doing it.

I have no qualms about trying to make money because there is no shame in wanting a worthy enterprise to be profitable. Profit is not the whole measure of human achievement, but neither is it an irrelevant detail. An enterprise which cannot sustain itself financially will usually have difficulty sustaining the people, facilities, institutions and commitments upon which its larger purposes depend.

The money matters.

So does the marsh.

And so does Mars.

I have some inventions that I am trying to develop but there is another lifelong preoccupation for me that relates to the Spacex goal of making human life interplanetary.

That is my Space Economy Plan: Creating Wealthy and Autonomous Space Communities: The Key to Realizing Our Space Economy Potential

The space economy is not a distant dream—it is the next logical extension of human commerce, innovation, and resilience. Estimates from the OECD and NASA project its value reaching trillions of dollars by 2040–2050 through resource extraction, manufacturing, tourism, and interplanetary trade. Yet this potential remains unrealized if we treat space merely as an outpost or research station dependent on constant Earth subsidies. True economic transformation demands relatively wealthy, autonomous communities on the Moon, Mars, and beyond—self-sufficient enough to produce surplus goods and services for export back to Earth, creating a virtuous cycle of mutual growth.

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My Craterite Colony System™ and Lunar Founders Prospectus provide the architectural and economic blueprint. Natural craters are capped to form sealed biospheres, delivering massive habitable volume with minimal imported materials. Local production of oxygen, water, soil, glass, and structural elements achieves resource independence. Robotic systems extract helium-3 and volatiles from regolith for industry, atmosphere management, and export markets. Population scales sustainably at 75 cubic meters of breathable volume per person, ensuring safety while enabling rapid growth from initial crews of 20–100 to settlements exceeding one million.

Autonomy is the multiplier. Autonomous communities generate internal revenue through energy exports, manufacturing, shipbuilding, and fuel production. Phase I lunar industrialization alone projects $500 billion–$1 trillion in output over 30 years; Mars expansion scales to tens of trillions. Helium-3 fusion fuel, rare-earth metals, and deuterium exceed Earth’s reserves, creating export streams that fund further expansion. Transportation via a permanent pilot corps operating under an airline model slashes costs and opens markets.

Wealth follows. These communities trade with Earth—selling helium-3 for clean fusion, manufactured goods, scientific data, and tourism experiences—while importing specialized items they cannot yet produce at scale. Trade prevents dependency and stimulates innovation on both worlds. Earth gains affordable energy and resources; space gains capital, technology, and markets. This mirrors historical precedents of resilient diaspora communities (such as Acadian networks in Louisiana) that preserved identity, adapted governance, and contributed decisively to larger economies through cohesion and local leadership.

Without autonomy and wealth creation, space remains a costly government program. With it, the lunar and Martian economies become engines of global prosperity. My political division model (Summers Formula v0.1) allocates shares fairly—UN stewardship, founding consortiums, corporate developers, national points pools, and protected parks—ensuring governance supports commerce rather than stifling it.

The choice is clear: build dependent outposts, and the space economy stagnates at billions. Build wealthy, autonomous, trading communities, and humanity unlocks limitless growth. The Crater Cap architecture, resource independence strategy, and population scaling model stand ready. Investment, partnership, and implementation now will secure participation in history’s largest civilizational expansion. The stars are not a frontier for conquest alone—they are a marketplace for the bold. Let us build communities rich enough to trade, autonomous enough to thrive, and visionary enough to make the space economy humanity’s greatest achievement.

None of these thoughts are getting effectively into the discussion in the way that I had hoped they would . I was invited to speak at Mars Society Conference later this month. Then, when corresponding about the details I was disinvited. QUite the insult in a life filled with insults and slights.

Mars, the Conference Invitation and the Door That Closed

The Moon is not the end of my interest in space settlement. Mars has occupied a very substantial part of my imagination and intellectual work. I have thought about the settlement of Mars not merely as an engineering project but as a civilizational undertaking. How should land be allocated? What forms of government might emerge? How can the interests of nations, corporations, settlers and humanity as a whole be reconciled? What legal institutions might protect property without allowing a small number of early participants to monopolize an entire planet? How might settlements become economically productive? What sort of relationship should exist between Earth, the Moon and Mars? How might communities develop from small scientific and industrial outposts into societies capable of sustaining families, schools, commerce, religious institutions, political life and cultural traditions?

The last paragraph ends with a set of questions that could fill a page as a large print bulleted list. These are not questions which can be answered by calculating the payload capacity of a rocket. They are questions about civilization. And civilization has been one of my principal intellectual interests for most of my life.

I have worked on proposals involving crater-centered settlement, the eventual development of very large Martian communities, resource allocation, transportation systems, and legal and political arrangements intended to give an emerging interplanetary civilization some reasonable chance of survival.

I prepared a presentation entitled To a Legally, Politically and Economically Survivable Mars.

The title was deliberately ambitious.

I do not believe that humanity can create a durable civilization on Mars merely by transporting enough machinery and people to the surface. The settlements must have laws. They must have legitimate institutions. They must have economic foundations. They must have ways of resolving conflicts. They must be able to develop relationships among people whose interests, loyalties, cultures and resources differ.And they must somehow avoid reproducing every destructive pattern of terrestrial expansion while retaining enough of humanity’s ambition to make the enterprise possible.

I received an invitation to present at the Mars Society Convention scheduled for this month. That mattered to me. It represented an opportunity to place my work before an audience with a serious interest in the future of Mars. It offered the possibility of meeting people whose professional, technical, intellectual and commercial activities might overlap with my own.

It was not a Nobel Prize.

It was not a multimillion-dollar contract.

It was not the founding of a city on Mars.

But it was a place on the field.

Then the invitation was withdrawn.

I was disinvited.

I will have more to say elsewhere about the circumstances and what I believe they mean. For now, I want to emphasize the personal and philosophical significance of the experience.

It is one thing to submit an idea and have it rejected.

It is another to receive an invitation and then lose the opportunity to participate.

At sixty-two, after decades of thinking about the subject, I found myself once again confronting a familiar situation. I had done the work. I had prepared the argument. I had received some indication that the work deserved a hearing. And the opportunity disappeared. I cannot pretend that such experiences do not hurt.

But the history of technological development is not a history in which every worthwhile idea emerged fully formed from an established institution and proceeded smoothly to commercial success.

It is a history of failed experiments, abandoned prototypes, rejected proposals, neglected inventors, unexpected discoveries, courageous investors and people who kept working after almost everyone else had lost interest.

The failures do not prove the value of the ideas. But neither do they prove that the ideas are worthless. That distinction matters.


4. The Strange Career of a Man Who Wanted to Write About Acadiana and Colonize the Moon

Some people find a vocation early in life and follow it through a reasonably recognizable sequence of stages.

They earn a degree, enter a profession, build a career, develop a reputation, accumulate assets and retire.

I have never been very good at that sequence.

My interests have been broad, and they have not always been compatible with one another.

History, theology, law, literature, business, politics, journalism, education, technology, space exploration and the development of new intellectual properties have all competed for my attention.

At times I have been able to connect them.

At other times they have competed so effectively that none received the uninterrupted attention necessary for conventional professional success.

There is a price to be paid for having too many interests.

There is also a price to be paid for living in a society whose institutions are organized around increasingly narrow forms of specialization.

A person who has devoted forty years to a single professional field may acquire a reputation that is relatively easy to describe.

A person who has devoted forty years to a dozen overlapping fields may find that no one knows quite what to call him.

I have been a student, teacher, writer, journalist, researcher, businessman, inventor, insurance producer and participant in a variety of other pursuits.

I have held jobs that paid the bills without advancing my principal intellectual ambitions.

I have pursued projects that absorbed years of work without paying the bills.

I have sometimes been useful to institutions which had little interest in the ideas that mattered most to me.

And I have sometimes discovered that the credentials I possessed were sufficient to get me into a room but insufficient to make anyone listen once I arrived.

The Tulane Law School Chapter

I did the difficult work of gaining admission to Tulane Law School.

That was not an insignificant achievement.

I was interested in law partly because I believed that legal institutions would play an essential role in the future of human civilization, including the development of space commerce and settlement.

Space law was among the fields that attracted me.

So were other areas of law that might have allowed me to combine intellectual interests with a viable professional career.

But I did not graduate.

That is a simple fact.

There are explanations, circumstances, qualifications and reflections which could be added to it, but the central fact remains.

I entered law school.

I did not leave with a law degree.

In the conventional professional accounting, that is a loss. The years of preparation and study did not produce the credential that would have permitted me to practice law. The opportunity to build a conventional legal career did not materialize. And yet the interests which drew me toward law did not disappear.

I continued thinking about legal systems, property, economic development, institutions and the problems of governing human communities. Indeed, I have become increasingly convinced that many of the greatest problems in space development will not be solved by rocket engineers alone.

They will require lawyers, historians, economists, political theorists, entrepreneurs, theologians, architects and people capable of understanding the relationships among those fields.

I did not become a lawyer.

But I never stopped thinking about the law.

That may be a poor consolation prize in the marketplace.

It may still have some value in the larger human enterprise.

Published, Presented and Forgotten

I have presented work at peer-reviewed academic conferences.

I have written a monthly column for a local journal.

I have produced feature stories about Acadiana, its history, its people and its contemporary life.

I have devoted considerable attention to the historical transformation of Cajun and Acadian identity and the relationship between local culture and the larger American experience.

Among the subjects I have studied is the extraordinary documentary project undertaken by Standard Oil of New Jersey in the 1940s, including the production of Robert Flaherty’s Louisiana Story.

That film, which premiered in Abbeville in 1949, is an important part of the history of the region.

It also offers a fascinating opportunity to examine the relationship between corporate power, artistic ambition, economic change and the representation of a regional people.

My paper, Emerging Views: The Reemergence of American Identity in Postwar Acadiana and the SONJ Documentary Projects, explored these relationships.

It was not a casual opinion piece.

It was the product of substantial historical research, involving documentary sources, local newspapers, the history of the oil industry, the work of important filmmakers and photographers, and the complex question of how the Cajuns understood themselves as Americans.

In another piece of scholarly writing, I reviewed F.D.R.’s Moviemaker: Memoirs and Scripts, by Pare Lorentz, examining the documentary filmmaker’s work, his connection to the New Deal, and the relationship between artistic ambition and social reform.

That review appeared under my name and my affiliation with Louisiana State University.

These are real pieces of work.

They are not imaginary achievements invented to console myself for failure elsewhere.

They represent intellectual effort, publication, public presentation and some degree of acceptance within scholarly institutions.

But I cannot say that they have made me a recognized authority.

When journalists seek commentary on the history of Acadiana, I am not usually the person they call.

When institutions assemble experts to discuss subjects upon which I have spent years of research, I do not generally find myself among the invited authorities.

When a new publication, documentary or public program revisits subjects I have studied, my work rarely appears in the discussion.

But there is something peculiar about spending a large portion of one’s life contributing to a public conversation and discovering that, for most practical purposes, the conversation can continue indefinitely without anyone noticing whether one is present.


5. The Hollywood Career That Ended on the Cutting-Room Floor

This is a glimpse of how the black and white film was presented to the world. The local papers ran black and white promotional and reporting spreads. I have written, researched and spoken about this film in many ways.

There is another small episode in my life which seems almost designed to illustrate the peculiar relationship between participation and recognition. I appeared as an extra in the 1988 remake of The Blob, starring Kevin Dillon and Shawnee Smith. The movie was filmed in part in Abbeville, Louisiana. Film matters and it has never stopped mattering to me.

Before I wrote about Louisiana Story or FDR’s Moviemaker I was an extra in a white coat with a gun in the remake of The Blob, For a young man with broad interests in film, science fiction, local culture and the wider world, it was a memorable experience. The film involved a terrifying biological threat, with a plot that ultimately connected the monstrous organism to a secret government weapons program. In other words, it was not entirely disconnected from some of the themes that have interested me throughout my life. I wore a decontamination suit. I carried an automatic weapon as part of the production. My photograph appeared in the local newspaper.

For a brief moment, I had a visible connection to a Hollywood production filmed in my hometown. Today, even the pictures of the paper in the online version are not recognizable. Only I and a very few people even remember the picture. Unfortunately, the best scene in which I appeared was cut. The original newspaper photograph was not particularly flattering, and the archival reproduction does it no favors. So now I see myself in various guises but not that one published on page 8 of the the June 28, 1988 issue of the Abbeville Meridional.

No one watching the film is likely to recognize my contribution. No one discussing the movie’s place in science-fiction history is likely to mention my name. No one tracing the history of Hollywood productions in Acadiana is likely to discover that a young man who would spend much of his life thinking about space development and biological possibilities once stood on a film set portraying a heavily armed participant in a science-fiction crisis.

It is a small thing to be an extra who got a little contract work outside the main scope of his work. Who also had a costume and weapon of some cost. who got covered in the paper. Who did a few hours of stand in work and got called up for one brief incomplete scene. It is less than the least role of an actor at union scale on a film set. I do not pretend otherwise than that is was just a little something.

But it is also a nearly perfect metaphor. I was there on a film with fairly big stars at the time. I participated in many aspects of the filming. At my zenith. I had a scene.

The scene was cut.

The movie survived.

And the world went on without the slightest awareness of what had been lost. It was nothing compared to the role of Kevin Costner that was cut from The Big Chill. But it was quite a thing for me I suppose. I have occasionally wondered whether the cutting-room floor is not the natural habitat of a considerable portion of my life’s work.

Perhaps I should have developed a professional interest in editing. But actually I have done a great deal of editing of video — just not very profitably.


6. I Tried to Write the Future. Then the Platform Disappeared.

My literary ambitions have not been confined to history. Not only to sports writing and feature stories and a column. It is all too true that unpublished and even unfinished novels litter my path through life.

I have also written science fiction, one of those novels was actually published. I should say that one of my science fiction novels and two of my other novels ere published after a fashion.

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One of my efforts was Culkathadreil: Life and Times of the Prophet King, a work which connected Acadiana with a much larger futuristic story involving humanity and space travel.

It was an attempt to bring together several worlds that have occupied my imagination for decades. The cultural world of my Louisiana roots. The spiritual and philosophical world in which I have lived and thought. The technological world of humanity’s possible future. And the literary world in which those realities might be combined into a narrative larger than any one of them. I did not simply write the work and wait for fame to arrive. I bought advertisements in local newspapers. I promoted the project. I devoted time, money and effort to giving it an audience or readership or both.

I attempted to make the work visible in a world where the sheer volume of published material makes obscurity the normal condition of almost every writer.

The result was not a great commercial success. That alone would have been disappointing but hardly unusual. Most books do not become bestsellers. Most writers do not become wealthy. Most independently promoted literary projects never acquire the kind of audience their authors hope to reach. But my experience acquired an additional irony. The platform on which I had published the work, Kindle Vella, was itself discontinued.

I had managed not merely to produce an unsuccessful literary venture. I had attached that venture to a publishing platform which also failed to endure. There is a certain grandeur to that kind of defeat.

One might almost be tempted to admire that level of failure as exceptional. My story is a bit worse than average:

The writer struggles to find readers.

The writer pays to advertise.

The writer works to promote the story.

The writer discovers that the audience is small.

And then the platform itself disappears.

Success requires more than good work.

It requires a functioning system through which that work can reach people who value it. It requires some combination of access, credibility, timing, capital, relationships and luck. The quality of the work matters. But the quality of the work is not the only thing that matters. I have learned that lesson repeatedly.

I wish I could say that learning it had made me wealthy or even very wise.


7. The Moon Had No Water — Until It Did

Now we come to one of the more consequential disappointments of my intellectual life.

For decades I have been interested in the possibility of permanent human settlements on the Moon.

Not merely flags and footprints.

Not merely a scientific outpost occupied by a rotating handful of astronauts.

I have thought about real settlements, with substantial populations, productive economies, agricultural systems, transportation networks, local industries, civic institutions and eventually generations of people who would regard the Moon as home.

In the early 2000s, I founded the Crater Cap Colony Group.

The central concept was that lunar craters might be enclosed or capped to create substantial protected environments for human habitation and economic activity.

There were enormous technical difficulties to consider.

Atmospheric pressure.

Radiation shielding.

Thermal management.

Structural loads.

Water supply.

Energy production.

Agriculture.

Transportation.

Manufacturing.

The relationship between surface facilities and underground installations.

And the question of how a settlement could become something more than a very expensive scientific campsite.

The group was not famous.

It did not become a major aerospace corporation.

It did not attract the capital necessary to develop a lunar settlement.

But it was part of the broader conversation about how humanity might move beyond short visits to the Moon and begin to live there.

One of the most important questions involved water.

Today, discussions of lunar settlement routinely include the possibility of exploiting water ice in permanently shadowed polar regions.

Water is potentially valuable for drinking, agriculture, industrial processes, oxygen production and rocket propellant.

It can affect the entire economics of lunar development.

But there was a time when the presence of usable lunar water was much more controversial.

Some people in significant technical and institutional positions treated the Moon as essentially dry.

There were indications and hypotheses suggesting that water might exist, but the evidence, its interpretation and its practical significance remained subjects of debate.

I was among those who insisted that the possibility deserved serious consideration.

In the Crater Cap Colony discussions, the question of lunar water was not an incidental curiosity.

It was central to the architecture of settlement.

If water existed in useful quantities, the possibilities for human habitation and industrial development would be transformed.

If it did not, the economic and logistical burdens of settlement would be much greater.

I helped stimulate discussion of that question in the circles where I was active.

Then came the era of increasingly persuasive evidence.

The Lunar Crater Observation and Sensing Satellite mission, LCROSS, and other missions helped establish that water was indeed present on the Moon.

The scientific picture became more sophisticated, and lunar polar resources assumed an increasingly prominent place in planning for future exploration.

The issue which had once been controversial became part of the ordinary vocabulary of lunar development.

I was delighted by the scientific progress.

I was also disappointed.

Because when the announcements came, when the media discussed the discoveries, and when institutions began treating lunar water as a serious planning consideration, nobody called me.

Nobody mentioned the Crater Cap Colony Group in the coverage I encountered.

Nobody publicly acknowledged my role in the discussions in which I had participated.

I do not claim that I discovered lunar water.

I did not.

I do not claim that LCROSS was inspired by me, or that scientists owed their findings to my arguments.

That would be an entirely different and unsupported claim.

But I had spent time and effort encouraging attention to a question which proved to be important.

I had participated in the intellectual environment in which possibilities for lunar settlement were being discussed.

And when the broader world moved in a direction I had long advocated, I remained almost entirely invisible.

This is a peculiar kind of defeat.

Your idea does not necessarily lose.

The general proposition you supported may even gain acceptance.

But you do not gain the recognition, resources or position which might allow you to participate more fully in the next stage.

In some respects, this is worse than being proved wrong.

If you are proved wrong, you can revise your ideas and move on.

If you are broadly vindicated but remain excluded from the opportunities created by that vindication, you are left wondering what the victory was worth to you.

There is a distinction between being right, being recognized as right, and being able to do something useful because you were right.

I have had more experience with the first possibility than with the latter two.

And the Moon remains there, waiting.


I have a wife I love.

We have recently returned from Italy, where we enjoyed experiences that reminded me of the extraordinary richness of the civilization we have inherited.

I have memories of remarkable people, beautiful places, demanding intellectual adventures and moments of genuine happiness.

I have a home in a region whose history has shaped my understanding of the world.

I have an education which continues to serve me, even if it has not made me wealthy.

I have some ideas which I believe deserve another look.

And I still have the desire to work.

That is not nothing.

It is not enough to make me a winner by the usual standards.

But it is not nothing.

The Question I Want to Ask You

Perhaps you have never heard of me before reading this essay.

Perhaps you know me as a relative, friend, former student, colleague, neighbor or acquaintance.

Perhaps you have read something I wrote years ago and forgotten the name of the author.

Perhaps you have no interest in lunar colonies or Martian constitutions.

Perhaps you care deeply about Louisiana’s coastal future but have never considered how the space industry might become relevant to it.

Perhaps you are an investor, entrepreneur, engineer, scholar, lawyer, journalist, filmmaker or retired professional who has wondered whether your own career has left something important unfinished.

Perhaps you have lost more often than you have won.

If so, I would like you to consider a proposition.

The world does not merely need more winners. It needs better ways of recognizing, organizing and making productive use of the people who have spent their lives competing without winning very much.

The participation trophy is much derided in comedy. when I was young such trophies were unknown. But losers are part of the record. But the record is not yet closed. Pete Sampras lost an astonishing number of points on the way to becoming a champion. Dick Trickle raced for decades without winning at NASCAR’s highest level. Saint Paul urged Christians to run to win while describing the apostles as condemned captives displayed before the world.

These and a thousand other varieties of nonwinning and lack of success have mad much of what matters in the world. But they all raise a question which I believe deserves more attention than it receives.

When the final score is not in your favor, how do you decide whether the game was worth playing?

And there is another question, one which matters more to me today than it did twenty or thirty years ago.

If you still have something to contribute, who will let you back onto the field?

I intend to keep looking for an answer.

And if you are reading this, perhaps you have some part to play in finding it.

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Ten Scholarly Articles by Economists on New Areas of Economic Growth and Specific Issues (2020–2026)

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Old World and a Port to New Worlds

Unit One: Cover Letter and Executive Summary
  To the Leadership of the Advanced Space Life Research Institute,

My name is Frank W. Summers III. I submit this introductory proposal, cover letter, and executive summary in the hope that some portion of the ideas collected here may be of interest to your organization and to the wider effort to understand the future of human life beyond Earth. My background is eclectic rather than narrowly technical. I have spent decades studying history, migration, culture, education, media, religion, family structures, and the ways human beings create continuity under difficult or changing conditions. Alongside that work has been a longstanding fascination with space exploration and the future expansion of human civilization into new habitats.  

I will on  occasion throughout this text connect to my own experience with space. The most significant part was running an international unincorporated group called the Crater Cap Colony Concept Group a few decades ago. But perhaps the most poignant connection was watching the death of astronaut and teacher Sharon Christa McAuliffe nee Corrigan and her companions on the Challenger space shuttle in 1986. I was the interim campus minister at Louisiana State University’s two year campus in Eunice, Louisiana. I was watching with a few engineering students at the Catholic center on our television. McAuliffe was a Catholic who had taught catechism, but she was loose on Catholic doctrine even as she understood it. She was proud that she taught her kids that God was not “up there”. To be clear I do believe that God is up there, in here and all around. I am a practicing if critical and nuanced Catholic and I take the scientific community and method to task on occasion these pages and in other places. I believe that space settlement is human destiny. But I do not believe in a destiny we cannot screw up. This proposal is part of my effort as a citizen and human benign to help us not screw it up.      

I should emphasize from the outset that this document is intentionally rough in character. It is a large “back of the envelope” proposal rather than a polished institutional white paper. I do not presently possess the editorial resources, scientific staff, graphic support, or funding structure that would allow me to refine these ideas to the degree I would ultimately prefer. There are repetitions, unfinished sections, speculative areas, and subjects which deserve more rigorous sourcing than I can presently provide. Nevertheless, I believe there is value in presenting ambitious preliminary frameworks before they are fully mature, especially in fields where human survival and expansion may depend on early conceptual work. The history of exploration repeatedly demonstrates that rough conceptual maps often precede the creation of formal institutions.

My interest in these questions does not emerge merely from enthusiasm for rockets, astronomy, or science fiction. Rather, I approach space settlement through the long historical study of human continuity. I have spent much of my intellectual life examining peoples under stress: migrations, frontier societies, colonization, ethnic persistence, family adaptation, labor systems, religion, education, and the survival of identity across generations. My historical work concerning Acadian and Cajun communities, documentary media, and regional culture helped shape my conviction that habitat and continuity are inseparable subjects.  

A space colony is not merely an engineering project. It is the attempted transplantation of civilization itself. Human beings do not survive as isolated technicians suspended in metal cylinders. They survive through kinship, courtship, reproduction, ritual, education, memory, affection, sacrifice, law, economic exchange, storytelling, and intergenerational obligation. The technologies that allow a habitat to function are only one part of the equation. The human systems that allow a population to persist for centuries are equally important and in many ways less understood.

For this reason, I believe organizations such as the ASRI are positioned to undertake profoundly important interdisciplinary work. Research, scientific experimentation, training, investment, and education must all converge if humanity is to seriously prepare for long-term life beyond Earth. We require physiological studies concerning radiation, gravity, fertility, embryology, pregnancy, childhood development, aging, and mental health. We require sociological and anthropological work concerning marriage, loneliness, governance, labor distribution, migration incentives, and conflict resolution. We require economic and investment models capable of sustaining decades-long development cycles. We require educational systems designed for isolated habitats where children may never see Earth directly. We require ethical frameworks capable of addressing reproductive technologies, genetic preservation, assisted reproduction, and the obligations owed to vulnerable populations in closed environments.

In my own work and reflections, I have repeatedly returned to the question of whether humanity is psychologically and socially prepared for expansion into space. The answer may presently be “not yet,” but preparation itself is a process. One cannot wait for perfection before beginning inquiry. Indeed, many of the great maritime expansions of history occurred before complete knowledge existed. Human beings crossed oceans, deserts, mountain ranges, and polar regions carrying partial maps and incomplete sciences. What mattered was the willingness to begin constructing systems of continuity.

My own background reflects this interdisciplinary tendency. I have worked in education, journalism, historical research, curriculum development, media, missions, fundraising, sales, and cultural studies.   I have studied questions ranging from theology and anthropology to film history and pedagogy.   I have written on regional identity, documentary traditions, and historical continuity. I have also maintained a persistent interest in how technological change transforms human relationships and institutions. None of this makes me a specialist in aerospace engineering or advanced biology. However, it does make me someone deeply interested in the total ecology of human civilization and the conditions under which societies endure.

The attached and associated materials should therefore be understood not as final conclusions but as exploratory frameworks. Some of the systems, processes and devices outlined here are patent pending under my name. These processes and many of the citations and all of the bibliography are in a fairly messy and fuzzy state for that sort of thing. I don’t have alot of money and success to bring to the table, not really upwardly mobile either.   Some sections discuss reproductive continuity and assisted reproductive technologies. Others examine migration incentives, settlement culture, tourism, education, labor systems, or social adaptation in extraterrestrial settings. Some ideas may ultimately prove impractical. Others may contain seeds worth developing under more rigorous scientific supervision. I submit them not with arrogance but with curiosity and hope.

There is also much not included here. Over many years I have accumulated additional notes, conceptual outlines, bibliographies, sketches of educational and research programs, speculative habitat concepts, and reflections on human adaptation under frontier conditions. Some of those materials remain fragmentary or disorganized. Others require substantial revision before they could responsibly be circulated. But this proposal represents part of a broader effort to examine what may truly be involved in preserving and extending human life into space.

I therefore respectfully submit this introductory work to the Advanced Space Life Research Institute in the hope that portions of it may prove stimulating, useful, or worthy of further conversation. Even where the ideas are incomplete, I hope they demonstrate seriousness about the magnitude of the challenge before us. Human expansion into space will not simply require better machines. It will require a deeper understanding of human beings themselves.

Respectfully,

Frank W. Summers III

Unit Two: Addressing Sex, Sexuality And Reproduction in the Space Revolution

Why my Voice? Why this proposal?  

There is a film titled Orphans of Apollo. The film stars Rick Tumlinson whose recent book Why Space: The Purpose of People is discussed later in this paper and whose role in fighting for a private space economy is perhaps even more important than I am able to give him credit for here.  But I choose to bring up the film not because I have anything to do with the effort to privatize the failing Russian Mir space station. I choose to reference it early on because I am one of those who remembered how intensely I felt about Apollo as a child. I remember as a fan reading science fiction throughout my life seeing all of it through the lens of a young American watching  his fellow citizens  walk on the Moon and believing that the future in Space was bright and promising. 

It did not turn out to be the narrative of my dreams. But this paper is about creating the space future that I always hoped for when I watched the Apollo missions. Whether or not my views deserve the time it takes to read the paper is something I want to address here. 

But it’s not an easy case to make that the experts and industrialists involved with exploration and development in space should pay heed to me. I am not a billionaire, an astronaut, an engineer or even a licensed pilot. I have been around for a while but have not developed any thing like a pyramid of support or an indisputable expertise. I would not be writing this paper if I did not think it had some value. I cannot really share all the sources of my insight. But I at least can outline my own connection to space. 

In second grade in Manhattan one of my original creations that was a well received school  art assignment was named Fire in Space. I remember the Apollo models in most of my early classrooms and I believed it when they told me in some kid’s media that my generation would have lots of people living and working in space.        

Space is Happening Now or Maybe Never

I have chosen to submit this paper to your institute because I think the general project you outline is URGENT, IMPORTANT, NECESSARY and PRECARIOUS. In other words even harder to accept: Read this paper and lots of other good stuff, do your job extremely well or humanity is condemned to a dire and horrifying future. How is that for an intro?

Given that I think your project is important, I have opinions about it.  I hope this paper will contribute some value.    I think that there is an efficiency in things, If we do as is advised in the recently feted book A City on Mars and wait to go big on space colonization we will very likely fail to get to space colonization and are in fact likely to pay a very heavy price for not seizing the chance we have now. Nonetheless, the Weinersmiths are right that we have a vast amount of work to do to become a viable spacefaring and multiplanetary civilization. It is to contribute to that effort that I am submitting this paper to the Advanced Spacelife Research Institute.  It is a long paper to receive unsolicited. But I hope that you will patiently read through it and see how all the parts fit together. I assure you now that they do fit together and every aspect of this study has a role to play in addressing human sex, sexuality and reproduction in the space revolution and beyond.

In order to have a real impact on the future of Human permanent settlement in space we will need many things. But one thing we shall need that is not so easy to achieve is a group of people in each area of groundbreaking work who have both good ideas and the confidence to set forth plans, foundations and practices that those who will be very busy surviving in space can use. Plans that will work. That is arguably harder to do in the area of sex and reproduction than in the area of rocketry.     

The truth is that we are stuck with the world we live in and very few of us feel that we can individually do very much that will determine the broad parameters and general shape of the world we live in and the trajectory of the society in which we reside and participate.  I am arrogant and optimistic enough to devote some time, energy and money to the  project of shaping a society in which others may reside after I have passed on. However, while I am not a recluse or extreme counter culturalist I just accept that my preferences are not very important. 

So that means that, yes:

1. I support local arts and culture, 

2. I vote, pay taxes, sing in a church choir, 

3. am married (not for the first time),

4. have been (and officially still am) a keyholder for a local museum, 

5.  have filled out the Nielsen reports more than once 

6. and have contributed to varied causes for a long time.

BUT I DON’T EXPECT THE CULTURE TO BE VERY MUCH AS I WOULD WISH IT TO BE. 

What’s true of culture in the narrow sense is true of politics too:

1.I have known, met with and corresponded with many officials of varied kinds around the world.

2. I have had real relationships with officials in my own region.

3. While not a politician myself,   in civic terms I serve as Commissioner in Charge for an Electoral District in my home state of Louisiana in the United States

4. I have been involved in some campaigns in a small way, gotten some voters registered 

5.  provided rides for a few voters to get to the polls over a period of many years.  

6. and had some in government say nice things about my ideas.

BUT I DON’T EXPECT TO GREATLY IMPACT THE POLITICAL SYSTEM IN WHICH I LIVE. 

Part of what it means to build a foundation now, while we can, is to recognize that there are people (including Elon Musk, Jeff Bezos, Jared Isaacman and Xi Jinping) who are both used to having things go their way and are committed to opening up space in one way or another.  We need to try to understand this opportunity in all its complexity. 

Exodus

Elon Musk argues that we must put a million people on Mars if we are to ensure that humanity has a future

by Ross Andersen + BIO

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‘Fuck Earth!’ Elon Musk said to me, laughing. ‘Who cares about Earth?’ We were sitting in his cubicle, in the front corner of a large open-plan office at SpaceX headquarters in Los Angeles. It was a sunny afternoon, a Thursday, one of three designated weekdays Musk spends at SpaceX. Musk was laughing because he was joking: he cares a great deal about Earth. When he is not here at SpaceX, he is running an electric car company. But this is his manner. On television Musk can seem solemn, but in person he tells jokes. He giggles. He says things that surprise you.

When I arrived, Musk was at his computer, powering through a stream of single-line email replies. I took a seat and glanced around at his workspace. There was a black leather couch and a large desk, empty but for a few wine bottles and awards. The windows looked out to a sunbaked parking lot. The vibe was ordinary, utilitarian, even boring. After a few minutes passed, I began to worry that Musk had forgotten about me, but then suddenly, and somewhat theatrically, he wheeled around, scooted his chair over, and extended his hand. ‘I’m Elon,’ he said.

It was a nice gesture, but in the year 2014 Elon Musk doesn’t need much of an introduction. Not since Steve Jobs has an American technologist captured the cultural imagination like Musk. There are tumblrs and subreddits devoted to him. He is the inspiration for Robert Downey Jr’s Iron Man. His life story has already become a legend. There is the alienated childhood in South Africa, the video game he invented at 12, his migration to the US in the mid-1990s. Then the quick rise, beginning when Musk sold his software company Zip2 for $300 million at the age of 28, and continuing three years later, when he dealt PayPal to eBay for $1.5 billion. And finally, the double down, when Musk decided idle hedonism wasn’t for him, and instead sank his fortune into a pair of unusually ambitious startups. With Tesla he would replace the world’s cars with electric vehicles, and with SpaceX he would colonise Mars. Automobile manufacturing and aerospace are mature industries, dominated by corporate behemoths with plush lobbying budgets and factories in all the right congressional districts. No matter. Musk would transform both, simultaneously, and he would do it within the space of a single generation. (note the whole article is worth comprehending and is short) (https://aeon.co/essays/elon-musk-puts-his-case-for-a-multi-planet-civilisation)

Holy Day Salutation

Acadians and the American Revolution: A Crucial but Overlooked Influence on the Struggle for Independence

Introduction: Reframing the American Revolution Through Acadian Experience

The American Revolution is often narrated as a revolt of the Thirteen Colonies along the eastern seaboard. Yet recent scholarship insists that the Revolution was a hemispheric struggle, shaped by shifting alliances, imperial contests, global commerce, and the movements of peoples far beyond New England and Virginia. Among those peoples were the Acadians—descendants of seventeenth-century French settlers of maritime Canada—whose forced dispersal beginning in 1755 positioned them across North America and the Caribbean in ways that profoundly shaped the revolutionary era. Their experiences under British rule, their strategic resettlement in French and Spanish territories, their militia service, their cultural networks, and their role in trans-imperial diplomacy made Acadians vital—though often invisible—participants in the American quest for independence.

This essay argues that Acadians played a crucial role in shaping the American Revolution by weakening British imperial cohesion, strengthening Franco-Spanish military capacity, and enabling decisive campaigns in the Gulf South that directly facilitated American victory. Drawing upon the works of John Mack Faragher, Dudley LeBlanc, Michael Leech, Kathleen DuVal, John Garrigus, Warren Perrin, Carl Brasseaux, and the collective scholarship in Acadie Then and Now, this study situates Acadian contributions within a larger Atlantic framework and shows that the Revolution cannot be fully understood without accounting for their influence.


I. The Grand Dérangement as a Catalyst of Anti-British Consciousness

A. British Imperial Overreach and the Seeds of Revolutionary Rebellion

In A Great and Noble Scheme, Faragher offers the definitive scholarly account of the 1755 expulsion of the Acadians—known as Le Grand Dérangement. He reveals the deportation as an act of extreme imperial coercion, motivated by British desires to neutralize a francophone Catholic population considered politically unreliable. Faragher demonstrates that the Acadian expulsion was not merely a tragic episode of colonial history; it was a precursor to the very logic of imperial overreach that the American colonists would later resist. The forced removal of thousands of Acadians foreshadowed British heavy-handedness in the 1760s and 1770s and exposed the tensions inherent in managing diverse populations within a centralized empire.

This brutality cultivated among surviving Acadians a profound memory of injustice and a collective orientation against British authority—one that would shape their choices during the American Revolution. In this sense, the diaspora itself became a form of anti-imperial resistance.

B. The Formation of a Transnational Acadian Network

Carl Brasseaux’s Founding of New Acadia chronicles how many Acadians eventually resettled in Louisiana—then a sparsely populated outpost of the French and later the Spanish empire. This relocation was not random. Acadians possessed agricultural expertise, strong communal bonds, and a willingness to occupy frontier lands that imperial authorities considered valuable. By the early 1770s, Acadian villages were well established along the Mississippi River and the bayous of south Louisiana, forming a strategic demographic presence on the imperial borderlands.

Their new settlements placed Acadians at the very center of geopolitical tensions during the Revolution. Their population became a resource that could—and did—shift the balance of power in the Gulf South.

C. Identity, Memory, and the Will to Resist

Dudley LeBlanc’s two works, The True Story of the Acadians and The Acadian Miracle, although more hagiographic than analytical, illuminate the emotional and cultural dimension through which Acadians interpreted their history. LeBlanc depicts the Acadian experience as a saga of resilience, faith, and cultural fidelity in the face of overwhelming oppression. This sense of collective survival fostered an identity predisposed toward anti-British sentiment and sympathetic to other struggles against imperial domination—setting the stage for the significant Acadian role in the Revolution.


II. Pre-Revolutionary Louisiana: Conflict, Power, and Opportunity

A. The Louisiana Frontier and the Roots of Acadian Political Agency

Michael Leech’s Roots of Conflict explores the political and social complexity of pre-Revolutionary Louisiana, revealing a region in which multiple groups—French Creoles, Acadians, Native nations, free people of color, Spanish officials—negotiated power and identity. Acadians proved especially adept at navigating this environment. Their prior experience with displacement enabled them to cultivate autonomy, self-governance, and militia skills valued by both French and Spanish authorities.

These patterns of frontier adaptability helped shape a population ready to contribute meaningfully to wartime efforts.

B. Strategic Settlement Under Spanish Rule

When Spain acquired Louisiana in 1763, it inherited thousands of Acadians. Their presence strengthened Spanish claims in the Gulf South at a crucial time. Spanish governors recognized the Acadians’ military potential and integrated them into local militias, granting them land and permitting relative cultural independence. As Leech and Brasseaux note, Acadians became “middle peoples”—cultural brokers who connected French traditions, Spanish administrative power, and Indigenous presence.

This position made Acadians key to Spanish wartime strategy when conflict with Britain erupted during the American Revolution.


III. Acadians in the American Revolution: A Strategic Population

A. The Gulf Coast as a Decisive Theater of War

Kathleen DuVal’s Independence Lost reframes the Revolution as a multinational conflict that extended far beyond the Thirteen Colonies. She highlights the significance of the Gulf South, where Spain—an American ally—engaged Britain directly. Acadians, living under Spanish rule, became instrumental to Spain’s military success in the region.

B. Acadian Participation in Gálvez’s Campaigns

When Spanish Governor Bernardo de Gálvez launched a lightning campaign against British West Florida in 1779, Acadians formed a significant component of his forces. Their roles included:

  • Militia infantry in the battles of Manchac, Baton Rouge, Mobile, and Pensacola
  • Guides and scouts with unparalleled knowledge of marshlands and bayous
  • Boatmen and logistical operators essential to transporting supplies
  • Local intelligence gatherers among frontier communities

Gálvez’s victories—made possible in part by Acadian manpower and expertise—eliminated British control on the Gulf Coast. This deprived Britain of crucial access to the Mississippi River, prevented coordination with Southeastern Loyalists, and undermined the broader southern strategy.

Without these victories, DuVal argues, American independence would have been far more difficult. Spain’s triumphs in the Gulf forced Britain to divert resources and weakened British influence across the South.

C. Acadians as Political Actors in Wartime Louisiana

Acadian village leaders played decisive roles in ensuring continued cooperation with Spanish authorities. Their willingness to serve in campaigns—motivated by loyalty to France, gratitude to Spain, and hostility to Britain—helped maintain stability in Louisiana, allowing Gálvez to operate without fear of internal rebellion.

These actions were not passive; they were deliberate choices rooted in communal memory of British oppression and in hopes of securing their own future autonomy.


IV. Acadians in the Wider Atlantic Revolution

A. The Acadian Diaspora Beyond Louisiana

The collected scholarship in Acadie Then and Now reveals that the Acadian diaspora extended across the Americas, from Québec to France to the Caribbean. In each region, Acadians influenced the Revolutionary struggle indirectly:

  • In France, Acadian refugees contributed to naval and maritime operations that challenged British control of the Atlantic.
  • In Nova Scotia and New Brunswick, Acadian settlements complicated British efforts to maintain total regional control.
  • In the Caribbean, Acadian exiles sometimes aligned with French or Spanish forces in actions that hindered British logistics.

This global diaspora created pressure points across the empire—undermining Britain’s capacity to suppress the rebellion fully.

B. Acadians, Free People of Color, and the Francophone Atlantic

John Garrigus’s I Alone highlights the role of free people of color within the broader French Atlantic, particularly the complex social fabric of communities shaped by French colonialism. Acadians lived alongside such communities in Louisiana and elsewhere, forming a trans-racial Francophone sphere often aligned against British interests. These alliances broadened the anti-British coalition from Massachusetts to Martinique and from the Acadian parishes of Louisiana to the streets of New Orleans.


V. Legacy, Memory, and the Post-Revolutionary Influence of the Acadians

A. The Aftermath: Cultural and Political Contributions to the Early United States

Warren Perrin’s Acadian Redemption traces the long legal and cultural journey toward recognition of Acadian suffering and resilience. He argues that Acadian memory became part of the broader American narrative of liberty and resistance to tyranny. Their integration into the American South contributed to the region’s distinct cultural identity, shaping its legal traditions, its cultural tapestry, and its sense of historical purpose.

B. The Acadian Narrative as an American Narrative

Works by LeBlanc and the contributors to Acadie Then and Now show how Acadian culture—rooted in survival and communal identity—helped shape Louisiana’s distinct blend of American, French, and Spanish influences. By maintaining their heritage, Acadians provided a crucial foundation for the multicultural identity of early America, especially in the Gulf South.

C. The Long Memory of the Revolution

Acadian participation in the Revolution was remembered in community traditions, parish histories, and military rolls. This memory became part of the collective identity of the Cajuns in Louisiana, contributing to their pride in the region’s foundational role in the nation’s fight for independence.


Conclusion: Re-centering Acadians in Revolutionary History

The American Revolution was not solely the achievement of colonial patriots from Boston, Philadelphia, and Williamsburg. It was a hemispheric struggle whose outcome hinged upon the actions of peoples across North America and the Caribbean. Among these were the Acadians—deported, dispersed, and resettled, yet unbroken in their cultural identity.

Acadians shaped the Revolution by:

  • Weakening British imperial cohesion through their earlier resistance and forced removal.
  • Strengthening Spanish Louisiana’s military capacity at precisely the moment the American cause needed allies.
  • Serving as essential fighters, guides, and logistical supporters in Gálvez’s Gulf Coast campaigns.
  • Influencing French and Spanish decisions to challenge British supremacy, thereby aiding the nascent United States.
  • Preserving a cultural continuity that enriched the post-Revolutionary American Republic.

Their role was not marginal but pivotal. Without the defeat of Britain in West Florida—made possible in part by Acadian participation—Britain might have maintained strategic dominance in the South. The American Revolution might have unfolded differently or even faltered.

The Greatest Challenges of My Wrapping Up Period in Life and a Continuation of my Memoir

I am putting this post together to post on Wednesday. January 23, 2025. There is snow in our yard and it is cold. I am missing my main work for money all week so far because my current work involves driving a great deal. I will not get paid days off because of weather closure because I am a self-employed contract worker. But I am still in pretty good spirits and grateful we are getting through this winter storm as well as we can.

I am feeling blessed to have the home and marriage and health that I have. But I also have begun to feel the pinch of exposure to the cold and the warmth as I go in and out. I have run out of firewood after several days of much enjoyed fires in our hearth. Like America as a whole this moment of my life is fraught with possibilities and laden with realities both wanted and unwanted.

This is a historic moment in American culture, life and politics. The new Trump administration has already been marked by the inaugural speech in which President Trump marked the transition. He began with some fairly normal remarks, that nonetheless probably offer some insights into the new era.

Thank you very much, everybody. Thank you very, very much. Vice President Vance, Speaker Johnson, Senator Thune, Chief Justice Roberts, justices of the United States Supreme Court, President Clinton, President Bush, President Obama, President Biden, Vice President Harris, and my fellow citizens.

There is a difference between the start of this speech and that of the speech at his 2017 inaugural:

Chief Justice Roberts, President Carter, President Clinton, President Bush, President Obama, fellow Americans, and people of the world: thank you.

Here the first words are to thank everyone and he also include salutations to party leadership in the US Congress. This Trump won the popular vote and has remade the Republican Party. We can expect a President Trump who will be aware of himself as a politician. That does not mean that he is not also the other things he has always been.

In 2017 Trump said,

We, the citizens of America, are now joined in a great national effort to rebuild our country and to restore its promise for all of our people.

Together, we will determine the course of America and the world for years to come.

The opening of the second inaugural address is a little different but not vastly different. In this speech Trump said:

The Golden Age of America begins right now. From this day forward, our country will flourish and be respected again all over the world. We will be the envy of every nation, and we will not allow ourselves to be taken advantage of any longer. During every single day of the Trump administration, I will, very simply put, put America first.

I sent President Trump a Christmas card care of the White House. I also served as an Election Commissioner at a precinct when he was elected in the general election. Today, I am interested to see how AMerica will chart its future course. However, I am a little old, tired, run-down and frayed to play much of a role in a new and burgeoning American experiment. However, I have invested a great deal of myself in the pursuit of a better future for America. Therefore, I will watch with interest to see what eventuates.

The pardon of the January 6 demonstrators, the deployment of troops to the border, the declaration of a National Energy Emergency, the plan to raise revenue with tariffs and the declarations about policy toward Greenland, the Panama Canal and the Gulf south of the Gulf Coast of the United States — these all proclaim a real change in America. For me it is hard to explain how much less I am emotionally involved in these changes. If I cannot find a way to retire soon my life will be painful and short. I just want to get what I think I deserve from a few different systems and adapt to a simple life with just enough to get by. I hope the Trump administration will be a period where that will happen.

I am living now and I am also trying to understand how to relate to the life I have lived up to this time. The future for me is about making the best from the end of my last vigorous strength to whatever follows death for me.

Not many posts ago I was writing a kind of memoir. I have written more than one. I am not sure why but I could speculate about what I am trying to say and why I feel compelled to say it in a number of unpublished autobiographical narratives. I am someone who has felt compelled to assert my faith in myself and willingness to try many things which had little chance of success. Those were things that seemed important and still seem important to me. It is just that now I am past the point in my life where I can hope to do something meaningful with the risks and work that I was involved with all through my life. Today, early in President Trump’s second term, I am aware that the world could change. I however am just seeking to pass the time in some peace and comfort than I am in most of those changes.

I am sixty years old. It is evident to me that many people in their sixties are aging but also harvesting the fruits of their decades of planning, labor, innovation and gamesmanship. For many the years between the birthday when they turn 60 and the birthday when they turn 70 is a time of prosperity and power. For me this part of my life is not without its joys and comforts. However, I know that for many people the period I live in can be a very challenging part of the life cycle. In my case a great deal is up in the air. I will see in the next year, whether I am completely going down in flames or whether I will see a period of some security with very limited possibilities for the reaping of some of the rewards that I have earned from a lifetime of toil, risk-taking and planning. The consequences of all this for me are clearly significant but what the consequences of my future will be for my family, community, personal legacy and the world is another thing altogether. l

One thing that is going on in my life right now is that I may be publishing a short story named Ports of Call that has some significance for me. The publisher and I are currently running into some technical issues with producing the final print manuscript or galley. I no longer have the energy or optimism to be confident there will be a publication. However, I am not giving up on the publication because we also have been able to overcome the glitches so far. But I have to hope that what is important to me will find its way into the real world of publication. The piece matters to me because it is my written work about things that matter. It is also a tiny sliver of the vast literary canon of work I have produced which has never been published and which is part of my lifelong struggle to bring certain things to the realm of possibility and the discussion of the people who can make the future happen — I am not among the echelons of those who can really see much of what they planned happen. On that nexus, on that scale I am pretty far down. The things that I have struggled most far require vastly more resources that are involved in operating a small store. Operating a small store requires a vast amount more resources and where-with-all than I have at my disposal.

For me, the chasm between my personal status and the place I would need to be to break even in the bigger picture has always been more like the Grand Canyon than a moat. For me there is not much chance that I will ever feel that I am both secure and doing what I ought to be doing… at least in terms of my work. I am at the last stages of a journey that has included studies of many kinds and many kinds of work. There are however stages of building to something that one hopes to achieve, and I have not built much if anything. The Sacred scriptures state in Psalm127 verse one: “If the Lord does not build the House, then in vain do the builders labor.” While many do not believe in the Lord, most people know that in fact some people do not build much that endures and others find almost all that they build endures. For me there is just the end of a personal journey. I am grateful to have married a very good woman that I really love. Her support has written some new text into my life’s story. However, I am not in very good shape these days and without a few big wins in the struggles that I currently am engaged with, (and which could turn out badly) it is hard to say what chance I have of being able to hold up a reasonable part of this marriage’s responsibility.

The loss of almost all the hopes and dreams of a lifetime has been most of the theme and structure of my life’s narrative. I hope that I can find a tiny fraction of the potential for happiness and a good life that Clara and I had just a few years ago for the remainder of my life. What I don’t think is possible is that I will find a period mature fulfillment of a life’s dreams. I am perhaps lucky to be alive.

An Extraordinary Week for Present Happenings and Memories

This 21st day of January 2025 is an unusual day. My wife Clara and I have both known real winters. She lived and worked in a retreat house complex and a rent house near it deep in the Catskills. She lived their real winters for years I have spent winter or large parts of winters in the snows of northern China, New Mexico’s mountains, Ohio, New York City, Canada and Europe. We have lots experience of snow. But we are having our first shared snow in the years since we have been back together after separating in middle school. However, we are having the snow in our hometown of Abbeville, Louisiana. Abbeville, Louisiana is a place that more or less never has sustained snowfall producing an enduring blanket of snow. Snow here is minimal and fleeting. But today there is something else happening. .

It is snowing today and has been snowing. This is the Tuesday after the Inauguration of Donald J. Trump as the 47th President of the United States. He is the only other President to serve nonconsecutive terms since Grover Cleveland served as the 22d President of the United States of America from 1885 to 1889 and as the 24th President of the United States1893 to 1897. It was during his second administration that Lafayette, the larger city just to our North got 14 inches of snow. The greatest snowfall this region has ever recorded. It is one of those coincidences that may not mean much. But it seems extraordinarily eventful and resounds with meaning as we experience this moment. This President Trump has been targeted for assassination and wounded. This President Trump has been convicted of dozens of felonies. This President Trump did not have an inaugural parade. This President Trump had his swearing in Ceremony in the U.S. Capitol Rotunda.

The future he spoke about is tied to plans that he has begun to put forward in a a series of executive orders, many of which were issued within hours of his becoming President again. This Monday was also the College Football Playoffs Championship Game. We had a struggle between two teams from the cold northern part of the country played in Georgia. This was as a President who is a New Yorker living in Georgia became President and a man who is from Ohio and represents the most famous current literary expression of Hillbilly life became Vice President. This was a time of cold and wintry associations. But perhaps it will be a dawning of a new age for America after all. The leaders of the Republicans in the House of Representatives are both from my Southern state of Louisiana. Mike Johnson and Steve Scalise were on stage with Trump and Vance at several times during the ceremonial process. So it is not as though my own region was excluded from a momentous transforming event in American history.

This week also saw the death of Director David Lynch on January 15. One of my closest lifelong friends who now lives with his wife in Argentina has been a very serious fan of David Lynch for many years. He and I watched the reboot of Twin Peaks together in the living room of my grandparents old home when he was in Abbeville caring for his dying father. In recognition of this event Clara and I watched one of his films on our streaming service during the cold spell. My lovely wife also made a great gumbo and a very good taco soup and we have enjoyed some very good fires in our fire place. But the extraordinary event has been the snow. Somehow, snow in Abbeville is the extraordinary frame for what ever else is happening at this time. It is in the snow in this Southern coastal plain that is stitched together by marshes, swamps, prairies, farms and the ports and oil rigs and oil refineries dotted with small cities and large towns. It is a not a land of snow. But it is snowing now.

If it can really snow here, then maybe other extraordinary things can happen. I am still waiting to see how my SSDI journey will turn out. I am still involved in a lawsuit which alone would wear on me heavily if nothing else was on my mind. I feel an every increasing set of burdens from my health conditions. But I do worry about and hope for the country to progress. I do hope that maybe somehow there will be an oil company that will lease the little bit of land I have — which I am pretty sure has oil under it. I am more than willing to benefit from a boom in oil and gas exploration, if one ensues. I am not expecting much, but I still hope to be able to cobble together something that will allow me to live with dignity and in the life my wife and I a are building still. If that happens it will happen in the second Trump administration.

I have a whole life to look back on and be aware that mostly the story is told, the game is played and the adventure will not have more chapters. But my life might have a long closing chapter with some nice passages. The adventure is mostly over but the former adventurer has a few good years left of this life if I am lucky.

Monday was also Martin Luther King (Junior) Day. Clara and my mother and I attended an MLK gala in Abbeville, Louisiana. It was held on the Saturday nine days before the actual celebration on January 20th and was organized by REACH. We had a good time but it also brought up memories of all the complexities of my life as I saw some people I have worked with many time over the years and watched the flow of remembered scenes related to all the things that MLK and his legacy have been involved in during my life time. It is an era that will offer chances to see new depths of suffering or a time of relative ease as I bow off the stages I have trod.

For me there is no certainty about what is next but the continuity throughout my life is one of dealing with change and not controlling it.

. .

Land I need to sell, with a heavy heart

This is a beautiful wilderness piece with potential for a camp.

Chapter Twenty of Online Memoir: Sidetracks, Reflections and Impossible Events

My memoir has progressed to the recounting and interpretation of the events of my life in 1978. That is  even more specifically the time in 1978 when we were leaving La Cuchilla as our tourist visa expired. We were headed back home without a car. But it was a busy time and in recounting the recent years I left out two viewing experiences in 1977 that had a profound impact on me. One was the Jesus of Nazareth television series directed by Zeferelli. The other was watching Star Wars; The New Hope as it was widely released. Our whole family went to see it at a cinema in Charlottesville, VIrginia when we were staying with Jim and Kathy on one of the visits we had with them.   Both of these viewing experiences would stay very much part of me. I was still influenced by both experiences in 1988 when living as a married man, sometimes with my first wife and sometimes alone, I was able to watch the work of Joseph Campbell and his religious studies that had so influenced the world of George Lucas and his world of creative imagined cosmology. Of the two films the television series about Jesus probably impressed me more deeply because I felt that my spiritual connections and observances  were being portrayed by such a high level cast and director and communicated into American living rooms.  Few Americans realize that there are all day cinemas in many countries and some of them showed Jesus of Nazareth regularly for years. Other miniseries I have seen in such venues were Roots and Shogun. But as I recall Jesus of Nazareth was one such show that did at least as well as any other. I was moved by the experience of watching the film in an all day cinema in Mexico. 

But as big as Jesus of Nazareth was, Star Wars was huge in my experience of 1977 as well. Clara and I very much enjoy watching Star Wars films. May 4, 2024 was Star Wars Day, “May the Fourth Be With You” Day. Clara and I talked about the canon of films but we were busy going to help a family member as we woke up, then going to a gym, then picking up food at a fair, then going to a rosary and anticipated mass and then being treated  to dinner at a great local restaurant by my mother. We just didn’t get to celebrate Star Wars Day. But we made up for it on our streaming platform the next day. Clara and I watched Star Wars IV:  the New Hope on our couch. We had a rather full weekend, the May Fest supporting Vermilion Catholic: A Legacy of Mount Carmel. Had us eating, listening to live bands and playing cake bingo, where Clara won a German chocolate cake. We enjoyed eating the cake as we watched the film on Disney Plus. May fifth started with me waking up early and Clara woke up to join me.   I had just finished the last of my required continuing education courses for my Louisiana Life, Health and Accident Insurance Producer’s license. I had done some of the last course on disability insurance while standing in line waiting to donate plasma at the Talecris Plasma Resources center in Lafayette, Louisiana. Sadly, I had a deferral which has only happened a relatively few times in the years in which I have donated hundreds of times. However, this time I was anemic. My hematocrit (percent the volume of my blood made up by red blood cells) was just one percent too low. This worries me but in a life of many worries there is not going to be a lot of sleep lost just over the anemia itself. However, I am well aware that I do not have a great history of solid healthcare and I may not get to the age of Medicare at 65 healthy enough to fully benefit from that amazing opportunity for better healthcare. Later on in the evening of May 4, 2024 we watched Rogue One together. These were our festivities. OVER OTHER DAYS IN OUR THREE YEARS TOGETHER AS A COUPLE: I think we have watched most of the Star Wars movies and television shows together at least once. We have also watched some documentaries about the making of the first three films At other times in my life I watched Joseph Campbell and the Power of Myth with Bill Moyers interviewing Joseph Campbell and I read the books of Joseph Campbell after I saw the interviews and bought the companion book for the television series. I was very much aware that George Lucas and his associates were deeply influenced by the thought of Joseph Campbell. However, the links I have to science fiction and its appeals go far beyond the Star Wars universe. My interest in writing and books goes very far and wide indeed. 

As I discussed before on May 4, 2024 Clara and I talked a bit about Star Wars but did not view the films because we were otherwise engaged. Instead that day we  went to work out at our health club, picked up some food from the May Fest booths (partly because it was good food and partly to use up our remaining tickets).   

What was happening on our side of the screen was very different from the epic saga and massively consequential adventure being portrayed. It was also different from the hugely successful and seminal blockbuster film that laid the foundation for an arts and entertainment empire. Our lives do not much resemble Star Wars. But oddly enough, it is  about my life’s own version of a Star Wars epic that  this chapter of my memoir is mostly about. Space has been a subject already approached and the letter from President Joe Biden in the last chapter was very much a demonstration of how space has become and remained an important interest. In time, if I live to finish this memoir, there will be quite a bit of text devoted to the Crater Cap Colony Concept and the groups and efforts associated with it for many years. But this chapter is about something else that being a Star Wars fan or trying to have a voice regarding human space exploration and colonization. This is not really in the same category as my discussions of mystical experience. This is about my own improbable take on what has been called the experience of encounters with extraterrestrials and extraterrestrial civilizations. What I am writing is not exactly a report and it is certainly not an essay advocating a particular point of view. It is more like a portrait of what exists in some unique region of my mind that is both memory and imagination.         

On Tuesday April 30, 2024 I attended a six o’clock meeting of the Writers Guild of Acadiana. The featured speaker was Joseph N. Abraham M.D. The little blurb about the author on his most recent book describes him thus:

JOSEPH N. ABRAHAM M.D. is an emergency physician and evolutionary biologist with academic backgrounds in art, chemistry, and French. An omnivorous  reader and inveterate  traveler, Abraham draws on his diverse backgrounds to offer a new examination of the human condition. Dr. Abraham  is a VIetnam veteran who writes and publishes the  blog Bookscrounger.com 

I have known Joseph Abraham on Facebook for a long time. I won his book Kings, Conquerors, Psychopaths: From Alexander to Hitler to the Corporation is a book that has won all sorts of awards. He is a very practical man as well as an intellectual. We have communicated a significant if not really large amount about some of his previous works as well as about posts on either of our accounts. He has a number of strong positions that differ from mine. But the biggest difference is how much more he has dialed into the business of success. At least that is how it seems to me. I am not a very successful person by the standard of leaving offspring behind, building a fortune, holding high office or any of a number of other measures.   

The chances of me being impractical and also very much out of synch with many things were  already very high. My mind was full of poets, writers, adventurers, aristocrats trying to keep together great estates, inventors sacrificing for their creations and martyrs dying for their faith. It was far from urgent that I have  yet another reason to avoid engaging in the all consuming work of getting along and making one’s way in life. It is that sense of being about all sorts of impractical ideals and obligations that has been one of my most distinguishing marks. The real world had plenty of demands to make and I was not always fully able to respond to those demands.   

When we left Cuchilla Del Tesoro and Mexico City it was to leave Mexico itself because our 6 month tourist visa had expired. This chapter is about a number of things but it is not mostly about the time we spent in Abbeville between living in la Cuchilla and living in Colombia. This is a little bit different in that it is much more about the parts of my life that cannot be easily verified by any external source.  I remember that I was on my way back to the house after a long day seeing the sites and saying goodbye with some of my friends. Then I decided to take a separate set of public transit connections to get home. On my way home, I had four hours of lost time. When I got home I wrote some notes and drew some pictures in a notebook that I hid among some things in a bag in a hole in the building wall. That could be covered and made to look like a pretty normal section of the wall.  I made a timeline of related events that went all the way back to my early childhood. Among the drawings in the notebook were drawings that resembled the Maya pyramids, although I had never visited those pyramids – only the Aztec sites and those mostly in samples and dioramas in the museums we had visited and the displays we had seen in a day we spent touring and speaking at prayer groups at the enormous Ciudad Universitaria . The pyramids were also probably used  as a design motif in a modified street fair ride that spun around. But in my drawing the little figures on the  steps stacked into a pyramid. The seats were gimbaled somehow. The pyramid was in a sphere. When the ship in which the pyramid sat was on the ground the pyramid worked with our  planet’s gravity. In moving through space and the upper atmosphere the chamber spins so that the thrust comes from the area at the base of the pyramid. The spin of the chamber is however continuous this spin pulls out laterally and with the use of electrical fields and magnetism the ship is able to divide the g forces going down by the g-forces going outward in such a way that livable gravitational balance is sustained. The sphere with the pyramid was conned by telescoping arms to six other smaller spheres and the whole substructure was built into an outer structure made up of hundred of superflexible wings that spun in two sets connecting an upper and lower ring to a double equatorial ring, one set is from ring around the top of the upper sphere to flexible ring connecting all of the four spheres on the equator of the ship. The other set of wings is almost identical but is from the lower ring to the equatorial ring. Bags, bellows and jets made of superstrong gel  fill the space under the skin made of wings and outside of the structure of seven spheres.gasses and plasma are ejected through all three rings and the skin of wings. The ships can change sizes and shapes to a shocking degree. I have a hard time remembering how much of this detail was in the notebook I created in the Cuchilla. I know that my notes on the comms and propulsions came much later. I noticed then that I could only visualize the ships when I did not directly try to place them in my memory or analyze them very much. If I focussed on when, where and how I had seen these ships they disappeared from my mind’s eye. 

Gradually I embarked on exercises that allowed me to write and draw huge amounts of words and images about alien ships but for years it all disappeared if I asked myself what this  information might represent in my own life. In the years to come I struggled  to draw the engines from various points of view. In the later drawings there was never the definition of the details of the engines that I achieved with the outer mechanical structures of the ship. The  basic structures that I saw were a hemisphere of carefully arranged and ordered jewels in bands and beds of gold, platinum, silver,zinc and lead. Iron filaments flow like living things through hundreds of nesting transparent crystal hemispheres resting on the lower sphere and completing the sphere as a whole.Hydrogen and metals flow through conduits on the nearly molten hemisphere of metal and jewels. These small units of matter are conditioned, charged and energized in very specific ways while various beams and pulses maneuver them into various points, then the more powerful beams fuses the atoms in the materials and the energy is sent through countless conduits in different directions.  The whole sphere is located in a set of angular lines and rays appearing and disappearing between a set of projectors. The whole engine per se sits in a hemisphere below the pyramid hemisphere. Above the engine sets the drive. The drive has a crystal lens floating in a kind of force field for each crystal layer of the crystal hemisphere of the engine.  The field in which each floats is folded onto the surface of its hemisphere of crystal. Six sets of projectors move a single point around in the drive to transmit energy into a larger hemisphere which conducts energy and information throughout the ship.   Meanwhile excess energy produced by the fusion reactions is swirling in a cloud of  exotic particles around the drive point. 

 Much of the room is filled with a complicated amalgam of crystals wires, vines, fungi and a kind of artificial animal brain. Together, these formed a living computer that managed the engine and comms systems of the ship.  By accessing geometric principles that affect space time itself the ships can find ephemeral portals through space and time.   These comms are also able to interact with the brainwaves, bio-electric fields and electromagnetic spheres created in nature.   

The skins made of wings can take in water, air, other gasses and these are also connected to the living computer which processes them into chemicals and compounds needed on the ship. The outer six spheres each have a residential section, a storage section and a section that includes more mechanical and functional ship systems. The ship’s populations vary in size. There are weapons in all of these ships but they vary in potency and complexity. However, in whatever this fantasy, dream, vision or memory is – the people in this ship are not able to come in vast numbers to visit or occupy Earth  and are not able to remain here forever. 

The crew in my pictures consisted of the same three species of human like people on most ships. One of the species are short and could be blueish or greenish in color and very strong and stout with three six fingered hands and two six-toed feet.   These creatures are primarily concerned with mechanical, electronic and chemical operations on each ship. They however sometimes assist the striped obviously muscled pointed faced and  large pointed ear  warriors with large teardrop shaped eyes and nostrils. Mostly the three armed blue dwarves help the warrior types in maintaining the operations of the engine and drive. These striped.  These creatures often wear a suit which gives them a placid expressionless look and because of a field generated in the suit it makes it possible for them to appear much more slight and willowy than they actually are. The suits also extend their height and reach.  The are able to fly short distances and levitate in their suits. They are about 90% males in the groups that come here. The lowest level males are completely sexually dormant. The highest cast impregnate most of the females who have six pronounced breasts and usually give birth to triplets which are usually identical.  The other species are  the most like humans but are about seven feet tall among males and 6 foot five among females. The tend to be slighter than humans on average and wear jewelry, capes, robes, complex insignia and tattoos. They have no hair except atop their heads and in a few spots on their bodies. They study the philosophy, religion, history, mathematics and physics that become relevant and generally control communications and create navigational routes and plans. Council on the mother ship is made up of about half the seats belong to these  creatures that I have described last and about a quarter of the seats belong to each of the other  other two species.. Additionally, they have some kind of pronounced telepathic ability. Usually the commander of a motherships is one of them but not always. 

There are three classes of ships. The middle class lodge four smaller ships in the four equatorial orbs and these ships are very similar except for scale. The mother ship is made up of hub with arms continuing racks on which twelve of the middle size    Most of the females that travel live on the mothership. They tend the young and the plants. There are three distinct spheres imitating the homeworld of each of the three species with plants and animals from that world. Then there is a sort of palace garden sphere. No mothership has ever visited our solar system. They use their engines and drives and other devices to open a portal through which the middle size ships fly. These ships visit us. I am under the impression that a mothership is approaching us at about  half the speed of light with occasional skips through a particularly promising portal. They estimate its arrival in our solar system in about 5,000 years. The motherships communicate across enormous distances with one another and the smaller ships have limited capacity for truly distant communication.       

The motherships  move endlessly through the universe by having semi-detached scout ships using rays, fusion bombs of very small size and clashing fields to tear and stretch portals through those parts of time and space that can be opened by them. Meanwhile the maintain a king of rocket in which a tornado of forces which drive the ships on a relative straight line of forward progress and acceleration while the steering system changes space as they proceed.

Yes, I have at times created whole folders and books of the details of these ships and peoples and at times I have burnt whole sets of such books. But in the years and convolutions of the images I have only linked a few days and hours and minutes of lost time. I have only found a few meager traces of effects on certain places. I will return to this impossible subject again. But I remember that leaving Mexico City was a time when I first took a deep organized dive into whatever these thoughts are all about.

Chapter Nineteen of Online Memoir: Masses, Margins and Metros in Mexico City

Life has brought me back to some places more than once and to others only once. It seems a better and more effective way to write a memoir to go evenly from ur time in Cuernavaca and IDeal and tell how we followed the trip medical progress of my uncle Jed  as we connected with the Justicia and Alabanza community and Dad began working with Will Rodriguez an evangelist in the Mega-city that was Mexico City in 1978. But I think of a time a little later when we would come back for the visit for Pope John Paul’s visit in 1979 when millions came to see the Pope at several venues. By then we would have Susanna Maria SUmmers born in Colombia on September 20, 1978. Sarah still had some memories of Cuchilla del Tesoro and we had come down in a vehicle and parked in front of what had been our apartment  building  in 1978. It was a somewhat refurbished and livable vehicle. It was simply  a stop on the way to our longer and more eventful mission in San Pedro Atzcapotzaltongo (or Villa Nicolas Romero) near Mexico City. We were drawn back there and had many reunions with friends and prayer groups near the busy airport.   I remember tacking a man coming out of the shadow of our van in panic after returning after midnight from a prayer group.He seemed to be very much caught in the act of doing something he was afraid to be held accountable for but he would not really fight me or confess before he left the area and I did not see him again. 

 I had grown and filled out a bit compared to when we arrived only with Sarah the first time. During the Pope’s visit I  also hung out with three siblings. It was another lesson in life’s road. I had feelings for one sister and she did not much care for me but her sister did have feelings for me. I remember her fondly but I was aware at the time that there was something about the cruelty of the situation that had nothing to do with the fact that we were all too young to have much of the relationships we were dreaming about and trying to discuss. It was all pretty innocent but also pretty genuinely sad. I came to visit Mexico City a number of times. Once or twice a group of people came up to give me booklets in Spanish on social and religious theories. One of them explained a history of what would be known as the Theology of Liberation. ANother was about how Jesus had a separate tradition from the Christian Churches that also came from him – a line of sacred prostitutes and knights. All of it was hard to process and it was coming at a time when I was learning about Alcoholics Anonymous,  the Freemasons,  the Guerreros Cristeros who had fought against repression of the Church in Mexico in the 20’s and also revolutionaries of the likes of Pancho VIlla. With all these things and others I will return to in a later chapter on San Pedro I went alone to Cuchilla on a visit and stayed with the Rodriguez family in their home.on March 14, 1979. I slept in their home full of troubled dreams. While I slept the rest of the family left the building and sirens filled the streets and the ceiling and roof cracked above me and my bed moved twenty feet from inside a bedroom looking out at the morning sky. There had been a large earthquake and I had never woken up. But in the night I slept to the shock of everyone and emerged unscathed. I had dreams which have stayed with me all my life and are more prominent than any of my waking experiences in that place. For me, the Cuchilla will always be a place where earth split and the sky was laid bare to my waking eyes.  But that was long enough after we first arrived there for it to really be a different story.

I was working on this chapter as April wrapped up and May drew near in 2024 in Abbeville, Louisiana. Whatever it was that occupied me in this period that ran from my wife’s 60th birthday on Saturday the 20th of April. It was a special party and like almost everything in this memoir, I am holding back something about it because it seems to make life even more ridiculous to expose the hurt and pain of life for so little consequence.  I am unpaid for this and have so very few readers. It is important to me to note that on the 27th of April I worked as an election commissioner for the Precinct that I live in for an election in which our precinct only had two local tax renewals on our ballots. I also voted there. Clara supported me wonderfully, bringing me a Sonic diet cherry limeade. There was a very low turnout and I made sarcastic remarks about it. I also got paid $200 for my 13 hours on the clock. I was plenty tired afterwards. But the system is built for the heavy turnout elections and from a system point of view these small elections are easier and function as a valid election but also a rehearsal to keep all the systems in good shape, including the performance of commissioners like myself.  It is both sad that less than ten percent of the voters in my precinct showed up to vote for something that matters AND ALSO it was a proof of the great expense that is laid out for Americans to express themselves politically. Because I knew that I was going to be writing about this period in my life I could not help could but compare all of this to life in the forming Colonia (not yet fully a colonia) San Lazaro where my father and sometimes I ministered when we lived in Colonia Cuchilla del Tesoro in Mexico CIty in 1978.    Unlike the people of my precinct in 2024 who were not willing to vote on the infrastructure issues on their ballot, the people of San Lazaro came to the prayer meetings that we had and besides the prayers, Bible study and shared snacks they had a very big infrastructure issue. Waste water and sewage pooled in their neighborhood and the synch was sickening. Germs and disease were prevalent and there was contamination of the water they had access to for drinking and washing. But the people had petitioned for the public plumbing, grading and paving at the heart of their community to be done.  That public infrastructure was the focus of the prayers and my father was happy to report it as God’s blessing when the city came and started working on their problems. I was happy to praise God because it seemed I might go to most of those prayer meetings and not get sick. However, from a point of view of how exactly God may have heard the prayers of his people in San Lazaro, there are some facts. It is not hard to believe that there were in fact people in the city who investigated the situation and found that a foreigner whose father was on the highest court of the US State of Louisiana and who was a lawyer educated in law schools in New Orleans, New York and London  was visiting these people. It was not a matter of hatred for the people of San Lazaro that would have kept them in the desperate situation. They responded to the potential risks of the village being healed or being neglected. WHile the village thanked God for the change they also thanked the government, they continued to work hard and with less sickness and misery they improved their houses and developed small businesses more quickly and people paid their taxes. It was a good outcome. This would be a pattern of the SUmmers family ministry in the days before Family Missions Company. A number of time we were able to direct and redirect new attention to a variety of needs, problems and resources and things changed for the better. Often the vehicle was a prayer meeting. I had little doubt then and still believe now that God heard the prayers of  the people gathered to pray. It was a very powerful moment in our lives and there would be others.      

This chapter has seen some time pass in getting it out to the miniscule readership and slightly larger potential readership that could be said to await this chapter, Like most of the chapters of this memoir, this one starts with a look at the recent days and then ties back to a time and place in the past. The time  and place in the past was the time when we first lived in the Colonia Cuchilla del Tesoro near the large international airport in Mexico City . I will discuss it a bit more in my usual rambling way. But it was in those days the city was also the Distrito Federal, like our District of Columbia plays a unique role in the United States, this federal district played a special role in the constitution of the United Mexican States.  The city had its roots in the Aztec capitol city of Tenochtitlan. It was a city of causeways, a few highlands and many man-made floating islands. There was even a system for causing the natural salts to be pooled separately from the freshwater used for drinking and agriculture. A center of governance, military administration, religion and human sacrifice that supported large scale cannibalism. Then there was SPanish conquest and Catholic evangelization. It was on these foundations that the modern megacity of Mexico City had risen. 

It was the largest city in the world and from its streets, I often watched the jets come and go from the airport. In other places in the city I looked at the little bit of snow caps on the mountains. Snow was among the things that did not occur  any closer to the equator than this. We knew that we were South of Louisiana and deeper into the more tropical latitudes. But you could drive or ride a car for a few minutes for a really good view of the snow  in the winter. You could also expect plenty  of relatively cold  winter days in Mexico CIty itself. It was yet another part of my education in my overall immersive understanding of geography. 

With jets, snow caps and the interest I had in the stars, I found Mexico CIty a place to look up. I still look up. In recent days  (April 24, 2024) I received an email in response to the message I had sent to the White House about space. I have attached the  test of the message in the body of this chapter. I am a part of the lunatic fringe of people who are really very serious about colonizing the Moon and Mars. We do not all agree and yet we all agree in the space colonizing community that the stakes of getting it right are pretty high.

The real story of that part of my life is for a much later chapter. But I do remember that there was a great deal of talk about space among a few of the people I knew and almost no talk of space among most people I knew. But there was another factor, it was a matter of language. In the English spoken around me in my childhood, Heaven was where God reigned over the angels and where the souls of the Blessed went when they died.  Sky was where the clouds formed and the stars and sun shone down upon the Earth. But, in Spanish “CIelo” covered the meaning of SKy and Heaven in the English of my childhood. 

There are many things from my life that are not easy to recount.  Some things are hard to fit into the records I am able to find. I am pretty sure of a storm, earthquake or public event of some magnitude and it is still not easy to figure out which one it was some times. Writing down one’s own history is much more challenging than some people might think. I was in a significant earthquake in Cuchilla del Tesoro. I was sleeping at the home of WIll Rodriguez the evangelist and my friend Benito who was his brother- in- law.  WIll was a  Rodriguez who had married another Rodriguez. That must have been on a visit to the Colonia not during the period described in this chapter. I have not been back in many, many years but I did visit it on a number of occasions.     

 The White HouseDear Mr. Summers,Thank you for writing to me about the wonders of space. 

Our Nation’s space program has always blazed trails into the deep unknown—from landing the first humans on the Moon to launching the Space Shuttle and International Space Station programs and developing the climate-monitoring Earth System Observatory.  And we’re just getting started.

Recently, NASA launched the world’s newest and most powerful deep-space telescope to peer back in time to the origin of the Universe.  Thanks to the James Webb Space Telescope, we can now see light from the oldest galaxies over 13 billion years ago, a testament to the power of American ingenuity and collaboration. 

We will continue to invest in science and technology in order to accomplish great things.  Importantly, in collaboration with commercial and international partners, NASA will lead a triumphant return to the Moon with the Artemis program.  This innovative and sustainable program will land the first woman and first person of color on the Moon, establish a long-term presence on the Moon, and learn about living and working farther away from Earth than ever before in preparation to send the first astronauts to Mars. 

Thank you again for sharing your enthusiasm for space and what lies beyond the cosmos.  Together we will continue to show the world that our Nation can do big things, and that there is nothing beyond our capabilities.  America is defined by possibilities, and the endless possibilities of space exploration are within our reach.Sincerely,Joe Biden

Each phase in my life and each place I have lived has left a mark upon me. My awareness of the way that Colonia la Cuchilla del Tesoro impacted me has developed over time.  I was feeling aware of the world in different ways when we got to Mexico City. My friends and I used to watch the jets come and go   and sometimes we talked about where they were coming from and where they were going. I don’t remember meeting anyone in the neighborhood besides myself and my parents who had ever flown on a jet. Furthermore,  there were very few people who worked at any of the many jobs a large airport creates. I never saw mechanics, custodians, pilots or vendors from the airport in the neighborhood. It was like a huge portal to the wide world  bursting with resources, noise and complexity that was divided from another huge world bursting with resources, noise and complexity. The two worlds were divided by a fence  and in most places by a trench that ran at the end of our block. The biggest difference was that I knew the people in the airport and the jets could mostly ignore the colonia but in the colonia we were frequently interrupted by the almost deafening roar  of the jets. I have flown out of a lot of airports including several in Mexico during the 59 years of my life  – but even now I don’t recall even having a layover in the big airport in Mexico City.  I suppose it is meaningful to me that a few things have not changed from when I first looked through the fence at the airport.

It was hard to accept all that was different about lives on each side of the fence. But I thought about it quite a bit. WHat were those differences and why did they matter. 

Monday,  April 22, 2024: I had a meeting with an experienced and successful insurance agent. I enjoyed what he had to say. However, I was aware of the general decline of the petty professionals like independent insurance agents based in small town America, freelance writers and untenured teachers. I do the best I can and I legitimately like the company that I am working for now. I feel like the work I do is pretty important and I am hoping that with some effort and a little of what we call luck I might be able to do it for a living while I donate plasma and work as an election commissioner. I am probably not busy enough to make a living and that gives me time to tend plants, cut grass, do some more cooking and laundry etc. I am pretty sure that the down time not spent on the clock is something that appeals to me. I am not a person who falls into the middle of a lot of averages and hangs out in the middle of a lot of bell curves. But of course there are some exceptions. I have tried to answer the   test called the Political Compass Test honestly over the years and I have moved sound a bit. However, although the exact position has varied I have always been placed much closer to the center than either the authoritarian or libertarian extremes.  I have also always gotten a result nearer to the center than to the right or left extremes of the test. That used to surprise me more than it does nowadays. 

Clara and I attended the rite of Confirmation within the  Mass for my niece and her first cousin who were confirmed at St. Pius X Catholic Church in Lafayette, Louisiana on Sunday, April 21, 2024. We then went to a reception at my sister Mary Hindelang’s in-laws home where there was cake, a soft drinks bar, a spread of snacks and appetizers and decorations for the occasion. Earlier that day Clara and I had picked up the shrimp dinners she had ordered from the Knights of Columbus and we had eaten those dinners at home. We then stopped at Costco where we did a small amount of shopping. Once that was done we headed home. Later in the evening we had leftovers fro supper that remained from the party the night before. 

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On Saturday April 20, 2024 we celebrated Clara’s birthday in our home. We had a cake and buffet (to which some guests contributed potluck dishes) , an open soft drink bar and an open bar of the other kind.  Decorations announced the occasion and in some decorations there were stacks of photographs taken throughout Clara’s life that people could look through. We also had a gift table and after the cake was served to everyone, Clara opened gifts. We had sent our two dogs Abby and Bella to the dogsitter. Besides Clara and I we had her sister G—- and nephew Z_____ but  hubby D_____ could not come. Among the first to arrive were Freddy and Sandy Dubois, the couple that led our marriage preparation classes.  Clara’s godfather R______ and his wife C______ came from New Iberia as did her cousins P— and D—–  P. & D. are the couple from whom she adopted  our two dogs over two separate litters. We had her brother Father Edward.   We also had my sister Sarah, her husband Kevin and their children I—b–, J— and E—but I—-a- could not come because he had another party he had to attend that evening. My sister Mary was there with her husband C—- and two of their five children N— and J—-. Our good friends in whose presence we started our adult relationship J–c– M— and her brother J—d- M— were there as well as J—c–’s son S—- J—-. In addition two mre of Jackie’s dear friends M— L—- T— R— and A– M— E— were there, along with this J–c– M—  and Clara herself these two other  ladies were the four woman majority of a tight group of female friends called the YO YOs.  

The party was not overly complex  but it was very nice, I think. I cooked a large beef brisket, a homemade chicken rice-a-roni style  dish, chicken soup dumplings, several kinds of rice and gravy as well as setting out a bowl of fruit. Guests who chose to bring something combined to provide: a guacamole dip, rice dressing, potato salad, spaghetti and cheese as well as an additional cookie cake to compliment the birthday cake. Nobody seemed to be doing without.         

When we first moved to Mexico City I had memories of having lived in two modern megacities, New York and London. They had left their impact on my life, character and perspectives. Each of these two cities was very different. In Soho in London there was a mix of graduate students, artists, small businesses and  sex workers among the flats, and walkup townhouses that dominated the area. New York CIty had a block association that ran a small park and we all knew about it . Our building had a buzz-in foyer and a set of elevators that almost always worked. There were professionals in the lawyer and doctor class but the general demographic was much the same. Cuchilla del Tesoro had lots of private homes with small gardens in their atria. They were two or three stories in many cases and in a culture with limited financing they were mostly being built or added on to by the people living in them. But there were businesses and shops of many kinds. There were a few apartment complexes and one of them was  the one we rented. It had clotheslines built into a structure on the roof and a washtub, concrete washboard which had running water and a good set of drains under the stairs. Like most buildings in the area and much of Mexico the wall of the building was right flush with the sidewalk. In our case there were no windows on the lower level facing the street. A utility room and a gate for the whole complex made a solid wall. Our apartment had windows that looked out onto the atrium’ s lower level, across an empty but painted  wall and a staircase. There were no apartments on the other side of the courtyard, so it was not a true atrium but meant to feel like one. My memory is growing dim on odd things, I am really not sure if there were two or four apartments in our complex but I believe we had four. Two rented to families that lived there and two to business people who were almost never there. There was one other tiny studio on the same floor and it was rented to some business person who was almost never there. The upper floor was occupied by two  apartments. There were two little girls, Blanca and Adriana who became good friends of Sarah’s. There was another studio rented to a business person almost always out of town.The apartment was very near the airport. Our block bordered on the outer fence of the airport but the fence extended around a lot of open space between our block and the buildings and runways. Nonetheless there were many times during the day when the planes taking off and landing created noise that was truly deafening in our home.   

We faced a class in becoming habituated to the interruptions until we did not notice them. We occasionally made  simple tapes to send home in those days or even to a very few potential benefactors. We were operating in a position where I was not in school and my parents were doing a variety of things. But the central assignment we had as a missionary unit was to work with WIll Rodriguez. He lived in the same fairly large house with his wife and some of her family including her brother, his brother- in- law who was not more than 20 years old at the time. He and I would become friends. I valued his help in teaching me to improve my Spanish and we sometimes met to try and discuss the Bible. My father was invited to go with WIll and he assisted with music, learned the basic memorized prayers and some of the most used Bible verses – not very well at all. But he did learn and with some translations from leaders in the Justicia y Alabanza community, Dad and Will got to know each other, in the flow of things WIll began to tell the story of Dad’s spiritual journey with Christ. That is called a “testimony”. 

. It was with Will that Dad had begun the ministry to San Lazaro that was discussed in the first paragraphs of this chapter. I wished to be clear that this was my father’s ministry although we all did our part to support it. I did take up a small job teaching a shopkeeper English. He was able to tutor me a little form a math book in Spanish and paid me a differential of a bag of groceries and a few pesos. However, he only found this arrangement worthwhile for about twelve lessons.  We met  three times each week. I also took advantage of study and an occasional hourly job from the social services ministry in the local church parish. But there was nothing like full-time school, full-time ministry or full time work. My life was a hodgepodge of activity     

Just an American connecting an interest with the President….