Gratitude to Friends; New Friends; Friends I Do Business With and Supporters in 2014

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My business partner Debra Grobman  and I are very thankful that Cherri Senders, the publisher of Labor411.org, is supporting our efforts to spread the word to buy made in USA whenever possible. Our business associate, USAF vet, Alice Fisher, has been a great consultant and resourceful communications pro to us.  Ms. Alice probably will kill me for not asking her to edit this blog entry, but what the heck. Somethings you just want to write without other eyes looking at it first.  We owe so much to her for fixing up and working on the Search Engine Optimization of Patriot-Made Audiocasts.

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Sikh is “sick” but that’s good!

We’ve met so many incredible people over the past year.  It’s been truly fascinating. Vishavjit Singh,  o f http://www.sikhtoons.com/ by way of old dear college buddy of mine, (SUNY Buffalo State College) Howie Greene who is all grown up now and works as a real estate broker at Level Group, Inc Real Estate and Professor at Kingsborough Community College, in my beloved Brooklyn, NY.

My machtunim—heavy on the ch (hhh) sound like Juan and Julio (it’s a Yiddish word) aka-brothers-in-law have been very supportive of my business ventures and the company that Debra and I formed called Flatlands Avenue Productions, LLC. Continue reading Gratitude to Friends; New Friends; Friends I Do Business With and Supporters in 2014

Happy Veteran’s Day

vets day centerpieceI’m not a Veteran. My husband was disabled way before he could be considered for the draft, and when the draft board did ask him to report, he dutifully did. And he was given the status that recognized, “Hey, this guy’s in a wheelchair! Don’t think we should draft him to fight.” But, I’ve known guys and yes, women, around my husband’s age, and those my age, and young enough to be our children, who have been in uniform, have served years overseas on a military post, or in battle.  My father spent a few months in Korea, and it was just a few years ago that he shared with his kids what he did and some of the people he met along the way.  He’s still involved in Veteran’s organizations.

My husband and I visit my mother-in-law in an assistive living place and she dines with a man who loves to regale us with stories of the Nazis that he killed.  We know another man who was a bombardier who destroyed cities and towns in Germany.  I recently talked to a man whose service consisted of being in an officers training program, and his service consisted of marching in drills, every weekend, when he wasn’t studying for his university exams in Canada.  He knows he was lucky.  He didn’t get shipped out to a land that wasn’t his own. Yet, that was  part of his duty, that and entertaining troops who came home on leave.

Not all veterans tell their stories. Some embellish them, others forget some details, or adopt the details of a buddy’s adventure.

Remembering stories is all well and good.  We must remember not to be too stingy with our tax dollar. Push the politicians to spend a little less on foreign aid to countries that don’t really like us, and on missiles that will most likely be decommissioned and destroyed before they even get fired into enemy turf.  Let’s help our country  keep promises that were made to recruits and volunteers that if they served they, and their families would be taken care of.

And, yes, http://iava.org/ has a very special message that we should remember.  Those who had few other options in life other than to be patriotic and volunteer for service in Iraq and Afghanistan need a lot more than our pity these days.   Those who bravely believed what government leaders were telling the world, and joined up, well–they were deceived. They were hurt, emotionally, physically, as well as slaughtered just for being American. Some have  sharply told me, “And, we were there to help them!”  Yes. Thank you for doing what I, in my heart, knew, was fighting a war in a nation that didn’t send hijackers to our nation, and for going after the guys who did, in an awful land where you were never respected.  Thank you for staying awake at night, and plugged in and monitoring the communications from, I hope, nefarious people who wish to wipe my country off the face of the earth. Thank you for ignoring silly comments made by citizens, who are frustrated with covert operations on each other.  Thank you for not taking those three-day holidays off.

Apologies for not writing–see, I didn’t have enough bad news to report.

Don’t feel like reading about how great Americans are, despite the political divisions?

My apologies.

I’ve been busy working with the American Red Cross,  and they’ve been working in the south…tornadoes, and flooding. My condolences to those who have lost loved ones in these events.   And, my sympathies to those who are watching the landscape of their world change.  Rivers are washing away, or covering up and slowly eroding, house, home and treasure.    Please heed the call of the sheriff’s deputies and emergency services and Red Cross volunteers on where you should go to be safe.  You’ll find that those who go to a shelter are finding that those shelters  are okay places to be.  Sure, you don’t want to be there forever.  And, a shelter isn’t meant to be a forever place, or even a place that you stay for more than a few days. A shelter is dry, safe place, where you can find food, and volunteers who can help you by providing activities for your kids while you’re busy on the phone with family, the insurance guys, your boss, or the motel/hotel people.  The place is in your community.  It’s not like New Orleans and Hurricane Katrina. You’re not going to be bussed out of your region.   The people who are with you in the shelter might just be your next door neighbor.

To those who are hearing otherwise-Nope, there’s no great exodus from the Mississippi Delta.  See, people don’t want to leave their neighbors.  They like their communities.

Another story is that there are bars and restaurants open right next to levees and within sight and sound of diesel-powered water pumps.  People are hoisting a few pints, glasses, of whatever, watching the water flow and sharing the moment with their favorite bartenders and wait staff.   Oh, everybody’s got a story about someone they know, or love, whose property has been hurt by the water. People are handling the regular stresses of being part of “the sandwich generation” taking care of their kids and their elderly parents and juggling jobs while protecting home and hearth. But, heck? Who isn’t?

I like these can-do stories….these can-cope, will deal with it, will get on stories.

It’s the America that I like living in.  It’s not the poor ignorant Americans stories. Suckers living in a flood plain.  Of course they do.  Their ancestors did the All-American thing along the rivers and trade-ways, put down stakes and earned a living…stake a claim and pass it down through the generation. What’s happening this month is a once in a few generations thing, and possibly once in a couple hundred year event.   Things will get better. They have to. Americans demand that things get better.  No excuses. Spend the money, but make wise decisions how you’re going to spend it.  Let’s take care of each other because we all have a lot to lose if we don’t.

I like the good news, the chin up stories.

As a person who lives in an urbanized suburb of one city, within driving distance of another major city, who communicates to the world from an office desk, or sometimes, kitchen table, I like the stories of America that come to me.  I like these stories of humanitarianism and compassion and heartiness.  My America is a place people dream of being in.  Turn off the TV awhile and tune into my America on the radio.  Or, read through the web posts posted by those you worship with and the local Red Cross. Most every place has sent volunteers to disaster areas to offer a hand.  Read the stories of helpers and those being helped.  And, enjoy my America.

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Welcome to the WordPress account for Rita F. Rich, of suburban Washington, D.C.

I’m an independent contractor in public affairs, media relations and in most things having to do with radio.  Because I used to be on-air-staff, I usually have a comment about things happening in the media industry; in the news; and those who wish to be in the news.

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