The world has changed. Most families are dysfunctional today. Respect lacking. From both sides. Child v. parent, parent v. child, grandparents ignored.

The lessons of my youth seem no longer to apply.

Dysfunctional hit the media big time yesterday. Rudi Giuliani’s daughter Carol Rose wrote a scathing article about her father. It was published in Vanity Fair. Titled: Everyone Vote for Joe Biden and Kamala Harris.

No question, Carol Rose is mad at Dad.

I quote some interesting passages from her article.

“We are mountains apart, politically and otherwise.”

“None of us can afford to be silent right now.”

There is a “desperation to escape corrosive political discourse.”

“There is hope on the horizon, but we’ll only grasp it if we elect Joe Biden and Kamala Harris.”

“I’m asking you to stand with me in the fight to end Donald’s reign of terror.”

My father has become the “President’s personal bulldog.”

“Corruption starts with ‘yes-men’ and women, the cronies who create an echo chamber of lies and subservience to maintain their proximity to power.”

“We are hanging by a single, slipping finger on a cliff’s edge, and the fall will be fatal.”

The Town Halls last night. Both at time same time. Made no sense to schedule them thusly. I was switching back and forth attempting to get the thrust of each man’s responses.

Two different men. Two different sets of values. One lies, the other truthful. One full of rancor and hate. The other calm. One basically non-responsive, the other detailed.

I got the impression at one point that Trump was trying to shout his way back into the White House.

One moderator good. The other leaving much to be desired.

ABC’s George Stephanopolus moderated Biden. He was looking for a “gotcha” moment. Failed. His followups were poor, not meaty and significant at all.

On the other hand, NBC’s Savannah Guthrie was outstanding! She had Trump to deal with. Her followups right on.

I have been writing and talking the past 2 years about a coming food shortage. Many have been critical of me. They were blind. Refused to see what was coming.

Not good to be out of food at any time. Worse when many unemployed and do not have the money to buy sufficient food even were it available.

An interesting article in Bloomberg’s this morning: Supply Lines: Scrambling for food.

Hunger on the rise is a global problem. Coronavirus a major crippling force. Lack of money the other.

The worse coronavirus gets, the less food that will be available.

Trucking delays add to the problem. Money problems leave food product stranded in areas, sitting in ports, logjams in warehouses.

With more and more becoming unemployed, food banks are swamped with requests for help. Their food supplies diminishing steadily each day.

Soon there will be no food at food banks. Then what?

John Brown raided Harpers Ferry this date in 1859. Brown and 6 of his followers were captured and executed.

Brown’s body lies on a mountaintop near Lake Placid in the Adirondacks. Next to his home.

I have visited twice. A thing to do on a rainy day in the Adirondacks.

The house is small. Furnished spartanly. Brown buried next to the house.

Tom and Fran Dixon have been Key West friends for more than 10 years. They still live in Buffalo. Travel to Key West 4-5 times a year because of a business interest here.

Fran is the charming woman who for several years has been bringing me jars of homemade meat sauce with pork, meatballs and sausage. She worries about me! Love her!

This year no Italian sauce. Instead, face masks.

My friends are die hard Syracuse fans also. Fran made Syracuse face masks. 1095s. With inserts.

Tom and Fran are far braver than I. They flew on the plane, drank in bars, ate in restaurants, etc. They are 74 and 70 respectively.

I told them they were foolish. Good friends can speak to each other in such fashion.

They wanted to visit, to bring me the face masks.

They were aware of my 200 plus days of self quarantine. I told them they could not come in the house. What a good friend am I!

It was no problem. Easily resolved. They stood on the sidewalk in front of my house and I on the porch, leaning on my cane.

We talked quite a while. Then I was impolite again, though it was not taken that way. I told them the visit was over. The sun was killing me and I was tired leaning on my cane.

Guy de Boer called at 7:55 this morning. His 8 o’clock guest on his KONK radio show could not make it. Asked me to fill in which I was most happy to do. We “exorcised” last night’s Town Hall shows.

The Citizens Voice spoke well this morning. A reader’s comment I agree with: “Key West has a seedy past. Long live Key West’s seedy side.” It had to be more fun back then.

Twenty year old May Johnson continues to enjoy her Key West life in 1896.

She started her evening this day in 1896 by attending a teacher’s meeting. Received free physicals which took a long time.

Then she and Charlie went to La Brisa. She had a wonderful evening. Danced every dance.

She was upset with Dr. Nobo, however. It bothered her that he sat watching her all night.

Her purported love Ernesto was as usual out of town working.

May lets no grass grow under her feet.

Enjoy your day!