I recently signed up for Ancestry.com. The commercials are really appealing. I too wanted to find out that my distant Great Uncle on my father’s side was a general in the War of the Roses. Or that my Great, Great, Grandfather was an advisor to the King of England. Or that I was somehow related to Alexander the Great. It all seemed so romantic and intriguing. I wanted to find the hero in my past; the hero whose DNA I shared.

So, in addition to spitting into the tube and having my DNA analyzed, I signed up for the subscription…


Over the last few days, I found myself thinking more and more of the old adage of the dog chasing the car. It’s really more of a metaphor, a kind of “and then what?” lesson about planning for the next step. You see, the dog is desperately chasing after the car but really, has no idea why. Nor does the dog have idea what to do with the car if he was ever lucky enough to catch it.

Is he supposed to eat it? Pretty unlikely given that the car is made out of steel and rubber.

Is he supposed…


Someone died the other day. Someone that I was once very close with. Someone that at one point in my life was a good friend. Someone that used to make me laugh and think and smile. Someone whose company I looked forward to. But someone that I have not seen more than twice over the last thirty-five years. Someone that has met my wife only once. Someone that has not met my kids. Someone whose kids I have never met. Someone that in all likelihood, I would not have ever seen again. Yet someone that I now miss. Someone whose…


I dropped in on a Facebook conversation between two friends yesterday. Two people that know each other for more than fifty years. Two people that grew up in the same neighborhood, attended the same elementary, junior high and high schools. Two people that managed to stay connected with each other across more than half a century. And two people that now find themselves on opposite ends of the political divide. A divide that started as a crack, slowly worsened to a fissure and has now grown into a chasm the size of the Grand Canyon.

As you might imagine, this…


Lest anyone wonder what this current tantrum is really about, you only need to think about the character of the individual that currently occupies the highest office in the land:

This is not about a free and fair election — it has already been proven that we had one.

This is not about potential voter fraud or any irregularities at the voting booth — there has not been a shred of evidence offered that anything was amiss during this election. EVIDENCE MATTERS.

This is not about a particular ideology or the promulgation of traditional Republican governance — remember, the Republicans…


At last count, nearly 70 Million citizens of this country have voted for a man that:

Launched his political career through “Birtherism”, which was a racially motivated attack on a sitting President for which there was no evidence.

Has lied over 20,000 times during his presidency and — as reported by many news outlets — as much as 50 times a day since August. Some of his lies have been benign — like having the biggest crowd at his inauguration — while others have been downright dangerous — like the virus will magically go away.

Has supported and instituted a…


Joe Biden makes me proud to stutter. If that sounds strange to you, imagine how strange it sounds to me? For my entire life, I have tried to hide the fact that I stutter. I never wanted anyone to know. Never wanted to be viewed as different, or worse, handicapped. Always wanted to sound perfectly fluent. Perfectly “normal”.

To this day, I plan, way in advance, what I am going to say. Always making sure that I have the right words, that begin with the right letters, lined up ahead of time in my head. Even still, I sometimes change…


Most of the protests are peaceful. Most just want to be heard. Most just want justice. The looters, the fire starters, the vandals, do not have any place in our society and should be condemned. What is happening around the country is wrong. Buildings should not be set on fire. Police should not be attacked. Stores should not be looted.

As Ghandi said, “An eye for an eye will make the whole world blind”.

What happened to George Floyd is wrong — horribly wrong — unspeakably wrong — and represents the worst of what we are as a nation. Racism…


We used to care about ourselves. About our possessions and status and things that we wanted to get. We worried about which new car we would be getting when our lease expired. It had to be the kind of car that let everyone know how much money we had — but it couldn’t be too fancy or expensive, lest people get the wrong idea about us and think we were just showing off. We worried about which restaurant we would go to on Saturday night. It needed to be the new in place so that we could post a picture…


A Society that tolerates the murder of its children is not civilized

My brother lives in Parkland, Florida. For years, when anyone asked him (or me) where he lived, he had to go to great lengths to explain that Parkland was a lovely suburban community near Coral Springs. That he was in northern Broward County where the weather was beautiful most of the year. He would talk about the excellent school system. The diversity of the population. The beauty of the area. How it was a great place to raise your kids. That all changed on Valentine’s Day of 2018…

Paul Vecker

I like to write first person stories about human emotions and feelings. I am a fan of Hemingway and Vonnegut. You’ll usually find me at the gym or on a bike.

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