Royal Conversation

His Imperial Majesty, #IAmTheRoux, is the King of the Castle, but Queen of Our Hearts Sascha knows better. Here, we eavesdrop on one of their conversations, in which She Who is Not Amused puts the Royal Loudmouth quite in his place, while the Court Jester Bosco and we, the house churls, keep our mouths shut. You can see how he bows to her at the end. She wins the argument by shutting him up. Just a rainy Saturday afternoon at the Royal Basset Demesne at Saddlebrooke.

Posted by Steve Pollock on Saturday, March 12, 2016

Puppie Hood

From April 2007: While the boys were still living at home with mommy. Ginger occasionally thought they were playthings and got a little rough. Here, Fergus gets very angry with Mom for rough play. However, he did learn skills which he now employs readily against the Bassets in the house. Ferga Beagle can hold his own, thanks to mom. (They were four or five weeks old at this point.)

Posted by Steve Pollock on Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Sunbath for Sascha

Her Highness Sascha, Queen of Our Hearts, enjoys the sun of a day filled with early spring promise. Of course, the Royal…

Posted by Steve Pollock on Monday, February 29, 2016

Me Homer

Today's Facebook Quiz:Which MRI image is Homer Simpson and which is me?

Posted by Steve Pollock on Thursday, February 25, 2016

A somewhat weird good morning Rochester today as steam from a power plant drifts across the rising sun. Wind is calm, …

Posted by Steve Pollock on Monday, February 1, 2016

The Things Ya See …

Our neighbors must include an IT nerd and some Different Strokes fans. Heh.(Betcha can't guess which WiFi networks are ours! (Oh the things insomnia makes you find funny at 6 a.m. on a Saturday morning.))

Posted by Steve Pollock on Saturday, February 20, 2016

More Ugly Hospital Cactus Booties

Guess what came back with me from Minnesota? Yup, the ugly green hospital cactus booties. But for some reason, His…

Posted by Steve Pollock on Monday, February 15, 2016

I Have a Brain!

The whole Minnesota experience was mostly Minnesota Nice, always efficient and highly effective. It was also at times…

Posted by Steve Pollock on Monday, February 15, 2016

That Was Rick

[An anemic attempt to define Rick, who was undefinable.]Rick Stewart, Feb. 2, 1966 – Feb. 11, 2016.Three months or…

Posted by Steve Pollock on Saturday, February 13, 2016

Hello Nashville!

Hello Nashville! It's so very good to see you again! After a DQ bacon cheeseburger, it was lights out in my own bed by 7:30. Amazing what being free from a monster adrenal can do for you!

Posted by Steve Pollock on Monday, February 8, 2016

Party Like It's 1999

Ugly Cactus Green Hospital Booties. Yes, Again.

[Posting all this here for everyone, 'cause my phone is temporarily misplaced. Thanks for understanding.]Guess what's…

Posted by Steve Pollock on Saturday, February 6, 2016

Ugly Cactus Green Hospital Booties. Part Deux.

Again with the teal booties; at least this time, they match the chair!

Posted by Steve Pollock on Friday, February 5, 2016

Huggy Bear

I WANT this thing. It has a hose that hooks to your gown and it blows cold or hot air up your jumper. Called "Bear Paws," it's pretty awesome.

Posted by Steve Pollock on Friday, February 5, 2016

Pokey Pokey!

Pokey pokey!!! Here we go!

Posted by Steve Pollock on Friday, February 5, 2016

Et Sanavit Omnes

"Et Sanavit Omnes." Lobby of St. Mary's Hospital, Rochester, while waiting on my escort to the spot I've been trying to get to for 12 years."Et sanavit omnes" translated: "And he healed them all"

Posted by Steve Pollock on Friday, February 5, 2016

Good Morning St. Mary's!

Good morning, St. Mary's and Mayo! Two degrees, huh? Beautiful day for yank/slice/dice! Let's get it on!

Posted by Steve Pollock on Friday, February 5, 2016

Bye Bye Alien

Remember that movie from 1979, "Alien" ? THIS is how I've felt for 12 years. It's time to take out the trash, you alien adrenal. Hope Dr. McKenzie and his team can handle this thing!

Posted by Steve Pollock on Friday, February 5, 2016

A Fun Little Video While We Wait

Hey! Wanna see what the excellent Mayo endocrinological surgical team will be doing to me at 10 this morning? No? Then…

Posted by Steve Pollock on Friday, February 5, 2016

Farewell Doc!

As Sinatra would say, "So make it one for my baby and one more for the road."Farewell Dr. Pepper! I'll see you in recovery around noon! 󾌳

Posted by Steve Pollock on Friday, February 5, 2016

Farewell to My Little Friends

A few hours ago, I took the final dose of the drug that has kept my adrenal glands in check dor over six years. Why…

Posted by Steve Pollock on Friday, February 5, 2016

We Are Minnesota.

Coats? Coats?! 20 degrees outside and snowing, eh? We don't need no stinkin' coats. We. Are. MINNESOTA!!(Two movie references there, sorry.)

Posted by Steve Pollock on Thursday, February 4, 2016

Mayo History Room: 1880s Beagle Reading Chair

I knew this place and I would get along when I saw the history museum and found out the Mayo brothers had a reading…

Posted by Steve Pollock on Thursday, February 4, 2016

Uh Oh.

In the clinic's history museum.

Posted by Steve Pollock on Thursday, February 4, 2016

Closed For a Little Snow?!

Closed. Closed? Closed?!!!!!!! <Shakes ice-cream-starved fist at snowy sky> NOW you've gone too far, snowy Minnesota…

Posted by Steve Pollock on Tuesday, February 2, 2016

My Home for the Next Eight Hours

My home for the next eight hours. Spiffy.

Posted by Steve Pollock on Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Ugly Cactus Green Hospital Booties

Booties. Not my color.

Posted by Steve Pollock on Tuesday, February 2, 2016

It's What Time??!!

Mayo's St. Mary's Hospital admitting area is like an airport at 5:30 in the morning. Now boarding: Passengers carrying small, screaming adrenal glands in need of chastisement, gate 2. Board!

Posted by Steve Pollock on Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Good Morning Rochester!

Good morning, Rochester! Blizzard coming, ready?

Posted by Steve Pollock on Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Good Morning Adrenal Glands!

Good morning, adrenal glamds. We have a surprise for you! (5 am…SUCH an ugly time to get outta bed!)

Posted by Steve Pollock on Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Snow's A-Comin'!

The sun is gone, swallowed by white fog. Flag is limp on the mast. Blizzard warning begins at 6. The sun is not hidden;…

Posted by Steve Pollock on Monday, February 1, 2016

Ignorant and Doomed

Among savages incapable of retaining collectively learned experience, a perpetual infancy results. I can no longer figure out these days whether I’m reading history or current events. [Note to self: If it’s on the Kindle, it’s a history book. If it’s on the web browser on my laptop, it’s currently happening.]

Berlin, 4-May-27:
“Goebbels spoke again at the Veteran’s Association House. ‘A fresh heckler was thrown out into the fresh air,’ he noted laconically in his diary. … Somebody had indeed heckled Goebbels during his speech and on a signal from the Gauleiter had been seized by a horde of SA men, brutally manhandled, and thrown down the stairs. A journalist from the Scherl publishing house who was discovered in the hall was subjected to the same treatment. …”
—_Goebbels: A Biography_ by Peter Longerich 2015

Columbus, OH, 21-Nov-15:
“Then, when Mr. Trump began talking about surveillance of refugees, the college-age couple standing in front of the students began chanting, “Hating Muslims helps ISIS.” The students were caught off guard, but after a moment of uncertainty, some of them joined in.
“Mr. Hopkins [a Trump supporter at the rally] leaned over and screamed, “Shut up!”
“Mr. Trump stopped his remarks and looked toward the commotion with disgust. “Two people, two people,” he said dismissively of the couple, as the crowd started booing and the people around them began shouting. “So sad,” Mr. Trump said. “Yeah, you can get ’em the hell out.”
“The crowd erupted in triumph as the protesters and students turned to leave. “Get out of here!” Mr. Hopkins shouted, shoving one of the two protesters in the back on his way out.
“One of the high school girls said afterward that as they exited, people in the crowd had asked them, “If you don’t love America, why don’t you just leave?” and that a man had told her that if she had not been filming on her phone, he would have slapped her.
“She and another student said they had heard an epithet for black people hurled their way.
“After Mr. Trump wrapped up his speech and “We’re Not Gonna Take It” blasted on the speakers, Mr. Hopkins rushed to the stage to get a picture of Mr. Trump.
“Asked what he thought of the rally, he said: “It’s like a movement! And he’s a man of action.”
“And the protesters? “Very rude.””
—_The Wasington Post_, 25-Nov-15

“Progress, far from consisting in change, depends on retentiveness. When change is absolute there remains no being to improve and no direction is set for possible improvement: and when experience is not retained, as among savages, infancy is perpetual. Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.”
—_The Life of Reason_ (1905-06), George Santayana

I need add nothing to all that.

70 Years On

[Fair warning: Not a happy or basset-y post. (Didn’t help my, shall we say, outlook on life, that our water heater failed and flooded the den and we’re down to weak cold water in the bathroom and heating water in pots on the stove like we did in 1975.) And it contains opinion at the end which you may or may not like. Just do what I do often with Facebook; hide or don’t read this post. Happier/doggier/noncontroversial posts will be return when I’m in a better mood.]

Today is the 70th anniversary of the liberation by elements of the Red Army’s First Ukrainian Front of the Polish city of Oswiecim and the German konzentration/vernichtung lager system surrounding it. Auschwitz (Hell realized on Earth) is quite real. I’ve been there. The only difference between 27-Jan-45 and today is that you can visit this hell without getting burned. They sell postcards and photobooks in Hell on Earth’s gift shop, actually. It’s jarring, but quite human, to buy postcards at the gravesite of 1.1 million murdered people.

I took pictures there 15 years ago this April. It was quiet and beautiful and a nice springtime day in rural Poland. Hell had moved to other places long before I got there.

Yes, the Shoah is real. And no, it shouldn’t happen again. But it has happened/is happening again since ’45 and it will again after this anniversary. The first concentration camp was set up by Spain in Cuba in 1897. We had them scattered throughout the American west during the 19th century and we’re still operating one at Guantanamo Bay today. The Russian gulags are probably still operating as well, and no telling what North Korea is like; it’s darker than the Polish Warthegau/Generalgouvernement areas were in 1943. But we do know that millions have probably died there.

The Auschwitz complex is huge and covers many miles in up to 45 different satellite camps. Auschwitz I – Main is the site of Gaskammer/Krema I, where Zyklon B was first used. Now the main camp houses a museum with human hair (many still braided as it was when it was cut off) and luggage and eyeglasses and prayer shawls and cooking pots and dentures and shoes. You can stand in Gaskammer I and see the purple stains on the wall, remnants of Zyklon B.

Auschwitz II – Birkenau is down the road a couple of miles from the main camp. It is the most photographed/well known; Gaskammers/Kremas II – V are located there and it was in those buildings that most of the 1.1 million Jews, Gypsies, mischlinge/halflinge, political prisoners, homosexuals, Jehovah’s Witnesses and other undesirables met their deaths.

Auschwitz III – Monowitz/Buna is where slave labor (those who were selected for work instead of extermination) produced synthetic gas and rubber (using fuel from such sources as Standard Oil of the US, which continued to provide Germany with Ethyl gas (remember that brand?) up until the early months of January 1942. IBM provided the machines that tabulated and kept tabs on the undesirables. General Electric, Ford (and Henry and Edsel themselves) and other American companies and individuals helped out too. And yes, we knew the camps were there (and had aerial photos), but refused to bomb it out of existence, fearing we would “kill innocent people,” a concern that apparently was out of fashion by 1945, re. Dresden and Hiroshima.

I took pics of the main camp, Auschwitz I: One as we got ready to walk through the famous gate with its encouraging “Works Makes [you] Free” sign (stolen a few years back, recovered in pieces and now in the museum, replaced by a replica). Another of the highly electrified no-man’s land separating the prison blocks from administration blocks at Auschwitz I. Yet another of Gaskammer/Krema I, where Soviet prisoners of war became the first to inhale Zyklon B en masse. Underneath that chimney are two crematory ovens. To the side is the gallows where they hung the camp commandant in 1947. Just to the side of the gallows is the pretty white house where his wife and five children lived; they played in the yard as their father burned people next door. And more (I hope to get the time to post them here soon.)

We then went a mile down the road to the more famous Auschwitz II – Birkenau, the vernichtungslager (extermination camp). It housed workers and Roma and Sinta families and the Sonderkommando responsible for pulling bodies from the gaskammers and putting them into the ovens. Most Sonderkommando, after a certain time, followed the dead up the chimney. I took more pics; one of the latrine for Birkenau slave labor. No, there were no toilet seats or running water. Use of these communal spaces was permitted twice a day; when you left for work and when you came home to bed. Another pic I took was of the view SS officers in charge of “selections” had: the trains arrived from all over Europe, passed through the arch in the guard house and were parked on this siding. The selection chose a small quota for work; everyone else went up the chimney … sometimes in as little as an hour.

Today, speeches were made, the last 300 survivors were paraded in a tent and one noted, “Jews are targeted in Europe once again because they are Jews … Once again young Jewish boys are afraid to wear yarmulkes [skullcaps] on the streets of Paris, Budapest, London and even Berlin.”

The response? Statements by world politicians were issued with the usual words, but without an effort to actually fly to Cracow and drive 45 minutes. The leader of the liberating nation sent his regrets; seems the Red Army is a bit preoccupied in the Ukraine again. So he stayed in Moscow and posed with a rabbi lighting a candle. American and British politicians roused themselves briefly to post platitudes on Twitter, then went back to plundering their respective treasuries. Germany’s bundeskanzler called Auschwitz “a disgrace.” And executions for all kinds of reasons proceeded apace this week in Saudi Arabia, Syria, China, North Korea … Texas, Georgia, Oklahoma …

Sorry to be on the pessimistic side … but I’ve been there. And if we can’t learn from setting our own eyes on Auschwitz/Birkenau (and events of this century so far indicate we have not) … then … there will be more anniversary commemorations in other places in the world.

I Am The Roux!

I Am The Roux.

I am a loud basset.

A proud basset.

A messy basset.

A hungry basset.

A loving basset.

A force of nature.

As a puppy, I got lost and couldn’t find my way home.

I was very, very hungry. And scared.

I ended up in a sad place. The concrete was very hard.

But then someone saw my long sad face behind the chain link fence.

I was rescued!