5th of 7 Tips: Be The Next American Berlin Chocolate Bomber

Discuss your plans with those most affected by what you plan to do. This might seem so American antiques locally placed in our minds as Emerson telling the magistrate he will pay the bond to free his dear friend Henry David Thoreau from jail. The Mexican War is over: we did retreat from Mexico City. That moment of Montezuma's revenge gained us Texas, won us California what more could you ask. Peace and quiet, he did communicate, and went off muttering and built his house of wattles on the pond at Walden.

Walden Pond was, you may well know, on dear Emerson's property and he did not charge Henry David any rent all those three years three months three weeks and three days Thoreau did stay there. I never heard that he did thank Emerson for his understanding ways kind heart and generous purse. He did dismantle the cottage. Shack, really, but is suited him, all ten by ten feet deep and wide. We see that the dear Pond is now so badly polluted Thoreau and Emerson would surely sit on their porch, whittling aimlessly and wondering.

What in God's name ever happened to the neighborhood. Have they gone mad? When you poison your own well, as well as that of your neighbor, you are in a bad descent to a bad place of darkness and disease. Stop!
Henry and Waldo might say calm down we understand. We did chop nature down and strip mine and mono culture so one disease kills all. But we are American, right? Hi fives. We could overcome. We may not. But we could. Easy. OK I am the world. The watch has begun. Well, it never has been off, but you know the times, microscopes up every pantleg or not moving orfice and we think we are closer to being civilized than ever, right?

Well,if we raise or lower to perhaps the parlance o fashion coats online f the voice of - with huge respect - JaackNucklhead of Hollywood, you gotta just believe in yourself, Jack. If you ain't got that, you are just - slow talking drawl here - pissn in the wind wrong way my friend and you know what that will get you, don't ya. Not sure, speak some more. you will be pissn your face, Jack. And then there is no goin back. So you get it right in the first place. Those Nazis and those Commies they had it all wrong doncha see? All front top end load.

We make the rules, we tell you when to do what we decide you think, when to lift your skirt, when to keep your head down which was most all the time unless you wanted one of those furry coated Mongols with that blazing big red star in the front of their furry cap. And when they lift their furry coat arm at you, Jack , it is not to present you with any roses if you get where this is going. I have a crazy friend who was there, he was Canadian they can do those things. He had his nose so far up Joe Stalin's backside he near had tank tracks all over him.

Jaack says his peculiar friend even tried to take a photo of Hitler's bunker while the man with the golden machine gun was talking about the great patriotic sacrifices. And you know he says he may have caused his heart, for sure his bladder, some damage. How's that, Jack? I'm Jaack. Your Jack. Well as he clicked this perfect icture he was trying to show how the Brandenberg Gate was just over to his right, so he was turning as his camera made a huge noise at the moment after the man with the machine gun paused in his talk...

And he then heard hiscamera make this loud sound CLICK

Ya know, he froze. Everything in his experience froze. The man with the gun looked at him. He had heard. Says his wife was whiter than usual these recent days. Never mind smash the camera. Siberia. Says he had been warned that no pictures unless we say. Otherwise, he had made a slashing motion across his throat which you could take as a fairly universally understood sign of up to no good if cross line and zap. So here is this bambi of a moth and here was this brilliant candle.

Needless to say after I had held my breath for what seemed an enormously long time, the man with the machine gun and tour book shook his head and walked toward the bus. I vowed to destroy that print- didn't need to, it was too shaky to see what it was- and we got back on the bus. With my youngest daughter I returned to a free Berlin and purchased a Russian Genral's hat - very small head you have, General - they informed us they could not find Hitler's bunker. I offered to help but found no interest. It could not have been more than one hundred paces to Brandenberg.

But you know how memory plays tricks with our memory. So anyway as long as you discuss with who you wish to help, that is most important. You can talk your way out of anything, Jack. Bullsh.. beats brains every every time. Look at Bush. However, in the case of the 1948 Berlin Chocolate Bomber, his insight came to him surely from God in a flash. Standing near the Templehof gates with these ecited kids after his first days coal drop, he started to be playful with them. He knew no German, so he motioned his arms as if a bomber coming in.

And some how his motions got them nodding, smiling them laughing. Flapping his arms first, he was then trickling stuff out from one hand into the sky, waving it down to the ground. And then, his eyes lighting up, shushed to show them that this should be their secret. He showed that after his first flugen - flight - pass by, he would arc his hand way out around in a great circle. Showing with the other hand another coal plane hand coming in, his other hand avoiding banging that hand held them in curious rapture. What was he saying?

By the time he got to his aircraft, they were following. In their heart he knew as he passed inside the gate. He was gone. Out of their lives perhaps forever. Except, that next day, they had excitedly chatted to every other child in Berlin that something strange and big might happened. And did it ever. That next morning that pilot wriggled the wings of his aircraft, to the consternation of the tower and fear of his men they would shake apart in this wartime rust bucket. He came in carefully and dropped his essential life saving coal. And then...

He ignored shouts from the tower, blinking lights all over the place and began a long turn to the right rather than continue straight ahead out of the paths of the oncoming armada of aircraft coming down in an arc as from heaven. It was from America. The children must must thought this was some miracle or strange unexplainable thing from America. He caem out wide and his judgement easily missed the incoming next coal plane, although later evidence claimed otherwise. He had not communicated with them.

But had he ever with half the children of Berlin, excited, smiling, cheering for the first time likely in their dear little lives. I was their age, and did not know of this, we only heard about coal and food deliveries. But to those children of frightened Berlin this was a miracle as if from heaven. How you can make this sense of deep devotion to life make you see you next steps is in your court. The one right over from the coal drop may be waiting silent still for you. Happy landing.

After you have prepared for your chocolate drops to your dear souls who are looking up to you like the chickies in the nest. Our nurtering ways will determine those attiudes for a lifetime and beyond. we don't think of how the age of those who listened to John Kennedy when he stood on that platform with the wall as his back drop and told the people iof Germany that America stood tall with them in the face of this inhumane bullying. They had all likely loved America since the day of the Chocolate Drops.

They could in their hearts reply back ya ya ich also bin ein Amerikanner, ya Jack F. K. It is all in the American antiques treasury in our hearts that Abraham Lincoln put there in us as models for living. And it for us for carry on with that fine tradition as long as we have breath to breathe and legs to get to it. Henry thought America was going mad by the 1840's. All that aggression against our neighbors. We had barely settled with Canada - who had made silly of us when they panicked us into surrendering Michigan to them for that while with their capture of Fort Detroit.

Did that American General suffer his demotion. As I had the highest mark in my American History class that winter in Los Angelese in 1956 I know that information was not in American history books. I was given the look for bringing that fact up, which was not known and not wanted to be informed of. And now Mexico. Just as well that one might imagine dear Henry David Thoreau up and out there somewhere. He must some day furiously pace around heaven all day; snorting that he had seen it all coming.

Our celestial conversation could be around the nature of talks by the pond. I will go first. You must sense Henry, we have been reading your words since that war in Vietnam. And we have thought on that. Can you bear this? They- we- are cleaning it up. Never mind, snorting about time, although that is true. But it is happening, Henry. It is happening. Not all energy and men are charging into Texas to chase Santa Anna waay past Mexico City. All is calm on our neighborhood fronts. Mostly. Yes that is much better.