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This might be one of the best “Saturday Night Live” skits in a while ….
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No. 200
Yesterday’s post was a milestone for nowsandforevers, a blog I started a year ago next month, with one goal. It was a post, published Dec. 21, remembered a remarkable woman, my former wife, lost in 2022. I’ve kept going with the blog, on and off, ever since.
Now WordPress told me I’ve posted 200 times, in a little less than a year.
I’m a professional writer and journalist. I write thousands of words for publication five or six days a week, and thousands more that aren’t seen, either my own writing that may or may not get published or my journal. Nowsandforevers occupies a space between my professional and personal writing.
I couldn’t see the 200th post when I began this blog in late 2022. I certainly didn’t see I would continue to be writing at the end of 2023. And I don’t feel like stopping.
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Frank Borman

For me, there are only a handful of truly stirring moments on television. One is the Christmas Eve 1968 broadcast of Apollo 8, in orbit around the Moon, the first time human beings had ever left low-earth orbit.
Frank Borman, who died last week at age 95, was the commander of Apollo 8. It was overshadowed by Apollo 11’s landing on the Moon in July 1969. But if Borman and his crewmates Jim Lovell and Bill Anders hadn’t succeeded that December, then Neil Armstrong’s triumph wouldn’t have happened.
It’s clear 1968 was one of the most tumultuous years in recent American history: The assassinations of Martin Luther King Jr. and Robert F. Kennedy; the war in Vietnam; a bitter presidential campaign; and a lot of turmoil and protest and violence in the inner cities and college campuses across the country.
And yet at its end was Apollo 8, a daring mission to beat the Soviet Union around the moon and recapture the momentum of the space program and President Kennedy’s 1963 challenge after the death of three astronauts in a launchpad fire of Apollo 1 in January 1967.
To say Apollo 8 was dangerous was an understatement: Translunar injection and a trip around the Moon had never been attempted by humans before. It wasn’t even the mission Borman, Anders and Lovell had trained for. The mission changed and Borman and his crew not only adapted, they did it perfectly, paving the way for the Apollo 11 success.
I think, looking back, Borman was the perfect commander for that mission. He wasn’t an astronaut because he wanted to go to the Moon. He went because he wanted to make sure his country beat the Soviets there, he later told This American Life. Borman wasn’t there for the glory and he wasn’t there for the science. He was a patriot.
He just wanted to get the job done.
You get that sense reading Andrew Chaikin’s brilliant book, “A Man on the Moon,” and how he kept Lovell and Anders on track (and not looking out the window so much).
And still they captured that famous earth rise photograph. They were, after all, the first humans ever to see the back side of the moon.
It was, for a horrible year, a triumph the world — and not just the United States — could appreciate. Borman himself understood that, having received a card from someone that had three simple words:“You saved 1968.”
They did. And they also delivered one of the most important telecasts ever, their Christmas Eve broadcast where they read from “Genesis.” It’s stirring even if you aren’t religious. Knowing where they were, so far away, looking back at the world as they were broadcasting, well, it’s still amazing, 55 years later:
Bill Anders:
We are now approaching lunar sunrise, and for all the people back on Earth, the crew of Apollo 8 has a message that we would like to send to you:
In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the deep And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.
And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light.
And God saw the light, that it was good; and God divided the light from the darkness.Jim Lovell:
And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day.
And God said, “Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it divide the waters from the waters.”
And God made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under the firmament from the waters which were above the firmament: and it was so.
And God called the firmament Heaven. And the evening and the morning were the second day.Frank Borman:
And God said, “Let the waters under the heavens be gathered together unto one place, and let the dry land appear”: and it was so.
And God called the dry land Earth, and the gathering together of waters called he seas: and God saw that it was good.And from the crew of Apollo 8, we close with good night, good luck, a Merry Christmas — ad God bless all of you, all of you on the good Earth.
I was only an infant then. But when I first saw that clip, in the ‘70s, when I was starting to get interested in the space program, it sent chills down my spine.
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Going sideways
I have written more than 1,667 words a day, every day since Nov. 1. Just not on the WIP.
That’s making me sad, but it also can’t be helped. That’s one of the dangers of my job. I wrote a lot and I have written a lot this year. Just not always on what I intended ….
I have written more than 300,000 words this year on personal projects, so I am not that worried. I just won’t win NaNoWriMo this year.
Them’s the breaks.
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Watching the world wake up from history
I was born during the Vietnam War, came of age in the Cold War and 9/11 was a pivotal moment of my adulthood. The 21st century hasn’t been that great a time and it doesn’t look any better anytime soon.
At least I got to see the end of the Cold War. It didn’t end as tragically as all of us feared it might. When Jesus Jones sings about how knowing the world could change in a blink of an eye, that’s exactly what we knew.
Who thought it would change for the good in 1991?
And while the collapse of the Soviet Union laid the seeds for where we are today, there was a time in in the 1990s when it looked like we might have peace in our time.
The Berlin Wall fell. The Soviet Union ended, as did the Soviet Bloc. We got peace in Northern Ireland, came awful close in the Middle East. And we had a long stretch of prosperity here in the United States. It wasn’t all perfect (Rwanda, Tianamen Square in ’89, Bosnia, the drugs and violence here in the USA to name a few). But it was as close as we have come in my lifetime.
We really did, as this Jesus Jones song from 1991, “Right Here Right Now” put it, watch the world wake up from history. It’s just too bad we couldn’t all take hold of it.
“I was alive and I waited for this.”
I remember nightmares of nuclear holocaust and how close we came. If you weren’t scared growing up, then you weren’t looking closely enough. But what Ronald Reagan and Mikhail Gorbachev – two very unlikely peacemakers – ushered in, other men and women followed.
Where are their descendants now? I don’t see them.
It was, to live in that time, extraordinary. Maybe we didn’t fully appreciate it. Or realize it could be rolled away, within and without.
We should have.
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“Are You So Blind That You Cannot See?”
Being a devoted BBC World Service listener, I already knew who Nelson Mandela was and apartheid before The Special AKA came out with “Free Nelson Mandela” in 1984. But what made this song was that a whole lot of people knew about Nelson Mandela after hearing it.
I have come back to “Free Nelson Mandela” time and again, including cranking it loud in my apartment in 1990 when, finally, Nelson Mandela was freed. But I hadn’t seen this version til now.
Yeah, I should be writing. But it’s worth eight minutes to see the early version of this song.
Loved The Specials. Even if I wish I hadn’t lived to see one of their earliest, “Ghost Town,” played out in real life in 2020.
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Hemingway weighs in
Too busy on Day Two of NaNoWriMo. I easily cleared the 1,667-word quota by the time I got to work Monday morning.
In the meantime, here’s something I’m thinking about as I write today. Words of wisdom from Ernest Hemingway:
“All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.”
Ernest HemingwayNot sure he’s the best guide in all of life — or even all of writing. But that rings true …
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The first day of NaNoWriMo

So it begins.
I’m excited. It’s the first time I’ve participated in NaNoWriMo since 2019. Hopefully I’ll “win” for the first time since 2018. My Welsh language studies have kept me busy from 2020 until earlier this year.
Of course, I’m always writing. But I often write several things at once, in addition to my professional writing and my journaling. But this month I’m going to focus, like I did in 2018, on writing one project.
I’m focused. I’m ready. I know I’m beginning a steep slope. That’s why I know it’s a worthy journey. -
Why I’m not a fan of Halloween

I don’t like Halloween.
This is not something I normally tell people. That’s because most everyone I encounter, children and adults alike, love Halloween. I know this from the hundreds of pieces of candy that gets distributed from my front door every Oct. 31. I know this when the costume stores open up in August. And I know this from all the Halloween-themed parties.
Even as a kid, I could pretty much care less about Halloween.
How do I know this? Because I have almost no memory of Halloween as a kid. Neither my parents or my grandparents ever put much, or any, emphasis on Halloween. I’m sure there was a holiday party or two at school, and I dressed up. But I don’t remember. And even though I have thousands of pictures when I was growing up, from my mother and my grandparents, there’s only one or two photos of me in what could be Halloween. And that’s from when I was three years old.
That’s it. No other photos. I have dozens, probably even hundreds, from Christmas and Thanksgivings and Easters.
That’s on both sides of my mismatched family. My father’s side was Boston Irish Catholic, and most decidedly not fun. They were not inclined to spend a lot of time on foolishness. My maternal grandparents were a lot of fun but also devout Methodists. They didn’t have much truck with Halloween either. My mom probably thought of Halloween as being one of the worst parts of parenthood. My sister, who came along 15 years later, also has few memories of Halloween, so Mom didn’t change later.
I don’t have many memories of trick-or-treating, either. My mom wasn’t a fan of having me take candy from strangers, long before there were ever any concerns about it. She didn’t like it on principle. And to be honest, she didn’t like having candy around the house, either. I know my it sounds like my mother was a Puritan. She wasn’t. But after having kids of my own, I see where she was coming from.
I have two memories of trick-or-treating, both in the ’70s in Connecticut. My first 10 years or so was spent in an older, middle-class neighborhood with closely spaced houses. Some were nice. Some weren’t. Even now, 45 years later, the neighborhood hasn’t changed and the houses, many there in the early 1900s, haven’t been improved in the early 2000s, either.
This one time I remember, maybe 1977 or 1978, my mother reluctantly took me trick-or-treating in our neighborhood. I don’t remember the costume, I don’t remember the candy. All I remember is the orange UNICEF box that we got at school — and at church — and I was more focused on making sure I got coins for box. We didn’t go more than a few blocks and was back, but I got some money to donate.
I remember one Halloween costume, a Red Sox uniform my aunt knit for me at age 2 or so. I still have it in a box somewhere.
The last time I went out for Halloween was 1979. My parents split earlier that year and Mom and I moved to a small apartment in the big city, in a somewhat dicey neighborhood. I just turned 12 and I needed, I think, something that reminded me of good times. I fixated on Halloween. I was going to Catholic school at the time — the local school was rough and tumble — and they considered Halloween a sin. So I asked my mother if I could go out on Halloween.
For reasons I don’t understand, she agreed. And I don’t know why, but she sent me out on my own. I wouldn’t do that now, and my mother was always a very careful parent who wouldn’t leave me on my own. But she did that night. A kid from the suburbs, I didn’t belong in trick-or-treating where I lived. It wasn’t necessarily dangerous. But we didn’t spend a lot of time out when it was dark.
I survived. I walked around with a friend and his parent who took pity on me. I went out a few blocks and then went back home.
And never thought about Halloween again from 1989 to 2006. I avoided Halloween parties and never had a reason to do anything other than buy and hand out candy at my front door between then and now. And gradually I discovered I disapproved of the whole concept.
It wasn’t until my daughter was born that I had to go back to Halloween. Her mother wouldn’t have it any other way, nor would her grandmother. We went out my daughter’s first Halloween, going door to door in our Queens neighborhood with a stroller and an unhappy girl dressed as a pumpkin. Her third Halloween she would walk up to the door and say, “trick or treat.” That was, I admit, fun. And in the nearly two decades since, I’ve watched my kids dress up, go trick-or-treating, and dump all the candy on the living room floor afterward.
I still don’t like Halloween. But they like it, and that’s enough for me to enjoy it through their eyes. -
A new look
When I was an editor, every once in a while we liked to switch up the design.
Sometimes, it was a minor cosmetic change. For a newspaper group where I was top editor, I started small: Datelines, and then expanded bylines, a new section. That made it easier to make the larger changes I envisioned, a top-to-bottom redesign. I accomplished that four times in my career, thanks to a talented graphic arts team who liked a challenge and who agreed the newspapers had to get into the 21st century. Or at least the late 20th century.
I don’t know if this blog needs such a radical change. But I was thinking I needed a different look. After a few days of trying new designs behind the scenes, I ended up pulling the trigger, just now.
Why?
Maybe it was just getting ready for NaNoWriMo. Maybe it was that I needed a visual change. Or maybe I just had nothing else to do today.
Or the real reason: I just wanted a change.
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