Home – Editorial, The Week in Review

Analysis, Commentary, Opinion


I am thinking of home today. Of what it means to have one, especially for those who do not.

I was with my good friend yesterday, who, at the age of fifty-three closed on his first home, in the Seward neighborhood, which he loves, on a block that he loves, exactly where he wanted to live after having had art studio close to it a couple of years ago.

We live in a safe city with good schools and markets, great restaurants and plenty of things to do.

He is close to the river, a couple of blocks from the mighty Mississippi, where it divides Minneapolis from Saint Paul.

He has a home now, a place to keep his family safe.

I was on the market just a year ago, looking to sell one place and buy another with my lady, to acquire a safe place that would be ours, together, with all of the rights that belong to a homeowner.

The prospect of not having that place was unsettling, even in a city as safe as Minneapolis is.

I am thinking of all the people locked up in detention centers and jails, immigrants, people like my great-grandparents, who gathered up their families and headed for America, to poverty and violence, corrupt governments and gangs, in the hope that they could raise their families in a safe place and call it home.

They may not share our language, but they do share our dreams. They have the same desire to see their children flourish as all people do, to receive an education, to have a career, to raise children of their own.

They want to live in a society that is governed by laws, not the capriciousness of “strong-men” and juntas. They are courageous, determined and bold.

Perhaps they came to the wrong place, or to this place at the wrong time, America, daughter of Liberty, has lost her mind.

I am thinking of much land we have in this great country of ours, it is mostly empty, and wide open spaces. I am thinking of how, without immigration our population is in decline.

I am thinking of how much we need these strong people to come and live here with us, to blend their strength with ours, build up our neighborhoods, open businesses and stores.

We need more of them, more families to move here and call this place home.

Emergence 3.0 – Section Four, Kathy; Part Twenty-five, Abnormal; Chapter Six, Psychic

Emergence 2.0
A Novel – In 55 Words a Day
Day 188, Saturday
July 7th, 2017

Chapter Six: Psychic

Kathy’s handlers had never considered the concept of an “ordinary psychic.” They were the foremost experts in all things paranormal, and supernatural.

Genuine telepaths were exceedingly rare, but they existed, and when they were discovered every effort was made to bring them into the fold so that their talents could be used for the benefit of the government.

They were coerced if they would not come voluntarily.

In the later 20th century their abilities were tested, analyzed, put to use by spy agencies, and police forces around the world. They were considered to be a vital asset to national security.

They could be very difficult to find. Given the nature of their abilities they were able to see dangers approaching from a long way away.

Most of the world’s psychics were mentally, emotionally and psychologically unstable.

The line between psychic abilities and psychosis was very thin. Schizophrenia and madness were common features among the gifted.

Psychic abilities of any degree were extraordinary.

Kathy’s gifts required a completely different understanding of the range of possibilities.

Every aspect of her life was studied in its most minute detail. With the greatest scrutiny being given to her genetic profile.

Kathy was the most significant subject of scientific inquiry that the world knew nothing about.

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