Does anyone else feel like many Americans do not understand what a debate is? The "winner" is not the one who talked loudest, interrupted most, hurled the most insults, or got in the most zingers. A debate, a Presidential Debate especially, is supposed to be a place where each participant gives detailed answers about their proposed policies and how they will implement them, and why they think their way is best.     While Secretary Clinton did move away...

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I know it is not news you expect to see someone pleased about, but I am happy to be obese. The thing is, I've entered obesity from the other end - I'm no longer "morbidly obese". As you can see from the ever-so-cute Mii in the picture above, my needle is no longer pinned up off the chart. I've dropped below 35 on the BMI scale, and have therefor officially entered that land that 70% of Americans occupy. In order to...

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In one respect, this is a difficult time to be living in a foreign country. It is hard to explain to Ecuadorians exactly what is going on in the Presidential Race in the US. You get the feeling that they think it must be some sort of American humor, that there is a joke they are just not getting.  Some sort of prank we are pulling on the rest of the world, and that anytime now Ashton Kutcher is going...

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Rita and I just returned from another road trip here in Ecuador, so once again, sorry about the length of time since the last post. I always take a laptop along and mean to put in updates, but you know what they say about the best laid plans. Or is it the best planned lays? Whatever. Anyway, it was a great trip, and once again we really enjoyed getting out and seeing Ecuador at our own pace. We had no...

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The first Presidential election that I remember being aware of as a child was in 1968. It was between Richard Nixon for the R's and Hubert Humphrey for the D's, but it also included in his third attempt to run for President and first attempt as an Independent, George Corely Wallace Jr. This was also the first Presidential contest to bring hate front and center, and foreshadowed what we are seeing today. George Wallace started his political career as a southern...

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If you have never been truly fat, you cannot appreciate the thrill and the power of 10's. To fully experience it, you must be at least obese - morbidly obese is even better. Let me explain. In January of 2009, shortly after my wife Carolyn died, I was in that morbidly obese category at 319 pounds. "Morbid obesity" is defined as being 100 pounds over your ideal weight (check) and having a BMI of 40 or more (double-check). There's a long...

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Sorry about the delay in new posts, but Rita and I just spent 10 days exploring parts of the northern Andes in Ecuador. Once again, we are almost overcome with the beauty and variety that this small country has to offer. I'm sure there will be more details on our trip here and in various International Living publications and web content, but for now, let me give you a brief overview. We started by flying into Quito's airport on a Friday, where...

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I thought I could ignore the goings-on this week, and just let it all slide. After all, like most Americans (if polls are to believed), I really don't like either candidate for President. I got no horse in this race, no dog in this fight, no clowns in this circus, no turd in this bowl, whatever metaphor you prefer. But if you've read some of my other posts, you know that something that gets right up my left nostril in...

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"Honey, we're out of eggs. I'm going to the mercado, do you need anything?" "Yes, we need poop bags for the dog," my wife replied. For those of you without pets, she meant for me to pick up a pack of small plastic bags used to collect and dispose of the little gifts our Corgi leaves around the neighborhood. So this morning, I set out to the mercado for poop bags and eggs. As I walked to the market, I...

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We had a close call the other day, and we may not be completely out of the woods yet. We woke up Thursday to find my wife's 11-year old Corgi, Joey, who is usually in the bedroom before sunrise, huffing and puffing for someone to get up and feed him, lying on the floor in the dining room. He was not moving much, and at first, my wife thought he was dead. She saw he was breathing though, massaged him...

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