ALTERCATION   ARBITRATION

 

 

It was a clear and balmy evening when we set out for an evening of music and entertainment. It was the Seventies, and we three couples were an engaging sort. Looking at us you would think, six UN delegates out for the evening without our chaperone. You would think that and not be too far off. There were three of various European extractions, one of Polynesian descent and two Caribbeans. The Europeans were paired with the Polynesian and Caribbeans, which made for an even more harmonious grouping. Low key and pleasant were we as we began our evening.

 

We decided to patronize a downtown hotel establishment for a portion of the evening, arriving without fanfare and just prior to unknown scheduled musical entertainment. Disembarking the elevator on the top floor we proceeded to the reception station and were welcomed. We were seated in the dimly lit room just outside their small dance floor. We placed our order for beverages and appetizers which came without undue waiting. 

 

Half-way through our socializing, a band began playing to an almost empty room. As the volume of the music was not to our liking albeit styling not onerous, we elected to leave and continue our evening elsewhere. The bill for our short stay was requested, an entertainment fee included. In our minds, as well as previous experiences, information regarding a fee upon entering was normal which we had not received. This addition was almost half of our entire bill!

 

Needless to say, this called for a summit whereupon we decided to forego that portion of the bill leaving the cash on the table. Arriving at the elevator, we were detained by the establishment along with its kitchen staff in support. The elevator arrived and we stepped in but the door was barred from closing. Of the six of us, my lovely partner was the only one not a black-belt in the Korean Martial Arts of Tae Kwon-Do. 

 

I was allowed the speaker for the group and explained that without having prior knowledge of a surcharge, the additional fee would not be paid. They insisted the information was displayed on the tables in the dimly lit room and upon the wall outside the elevator, which it was. You could see it if you were to look behind you upon exiting the elevators. Both were easily out of normal viewing, which I told them and accepted their decision to have the constabulary their arbiter. 

 

Of course, I disclosed that in most if not all cases the establishment would have the weight of the law in their favour so when the two officers arrived I spoke to the matter first. The officers upon hearing and reviewing the details I laid out aligned with the establishment’s argument decided we did not have to pay. They said the information was obscure and needed to be more plainly revealed. It was then the owner exclaimed, “See, you were all favoured over this establishment!”

 

We bid our farewell, thank the officers for their rational conclusion, albeit in our favour and descended in the elevator. As we stood calming ourselves reviewing the experience, the officers passed us in the hotel lobby. They approached us with a charming retort, stating jovially, “Don, we are disappointed in your assumption that we would favour the establishment without hearing the reason behind your choosing not to pay their surcharge.” We exchanged laughter, our being of the embarrassed type, again thanking them for their kind regard.

 

We continued on and enjoyed an uneventful evening that balmy summer night.                 

 

 

 

 

knights out

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a WALK  in  the PARK

 

Plans change, and it’s best to make the best of things going forward. This I can say occurs on levels beyond comprehension and efficacious beyond belief.

 

I was to depart in a few days on a trip to celebrate a monumental occasion, but the plans had gone sideways and I was faced with adapting to the changes adopting the premise, “If you want to make God laugh, tell Him your plans”. On this occasion, the day before leaving to accommodate the change-in-plans, I elected to see a film as a way to adapt, as well as enjoy a Ramen bowl prior. Well, this intention had to be altered as Time grew short and I made a slight modification where the meal was concerned. To enjoy this modification, I had to venture through a few local parks to be on time for the film.

 

On strolling into the first park I happened upon, presumably, two-homeless men in discourse. Upon my approach I overheard one say, “I’d like to f@%k her”, to which the other replied, “No, you wouldn’t”. While passing, I heard the continuation of the discourse, “I’d like to f#@k him, instead” to which I gave little, if any indication I was privy to their conversation. My immediate thought was, “I still got it, even though I’m not batting for his desired team!” I exited the park with redundant thoughts playing through my mind, all about timing and opportunity predilection of these fellows.

 

I made my way through the next park, onto my modified meal plan and to enjoy my film-of-choice. Needless to say, the park incident replayed in my memory-bank with the additional construct, “It wasn’t all about me, in spite of me being the only one there.” The line from ‘Taxi Driver” came to mind, “You talkin’ to me?” but I was not about to be sidetracked from my ultimate goal. That of adapting to a ‘change’ taking place in the bigger picture, on a stage too vast for current perceptions …

 

 

 

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OverSight

DOCUMENTARY    REVIEW

 

ELVIS PRESLEY: THE SEARCHER    S1/E1 – E2

 

Upon much reflection before, during and after the airing of this presentation about his life, it became obvious the operating systems at play in unique yet disparaging minds of the American public. What appeared contrariness to one another, regardless of social standing was easily made clear/explained.

 

These observations came easily due to previous reflections, as this Elvis Presley biographical retelling laid out the fear and loathing in each person’s psyche. The mirror is covered to deliberately avoid what was unfolding fearing loss of power, the influencing of believed subordinates. In so doing short-comings have gone unattended, thereby short-changing society as a whole all the while believing there is progress.

 

Coming to terms with Elvis’ story, in concert with that of Sydney Poitier and Frank Sinatra who enjoyed longevity denied him, I was able to discern an undercurrent both he and I were unable to navigate successfully as Poitier and Sinatra. Not that their flow was a walk in the park, but there was a succumbing to self-imposed pressures through a fear unknown to our understanding likewise to meaning others. There were those who did well for us, but who did much better for themselves while hamstringing our ability to fly. We felt it, but we just could not see our way clear to believe enough in ourselves, because we saw and knew our limitations. 

 

Limitations imprinted early in Life and taken advantage of by skilful others determined to subvert while making work available. Just work enough to satisfy externals, which eventually drained desire and creativity leaving us hollow, slowly dimming our spark in order to leave us manic-depressives. The 3.5hrs spent on this documentary revealed more than I expected, because I comprehended the cause to the effects playing out in the global arena. Beliefs that do harm to others in the guise of success was revealed in these two-episodes, alongside my previous reflections which sought to understand the wherefore and ‘why’ of the increasing disconnections.

 

I see them now, but am the sadder for it. Somewhere, a long time ago in the late 60s, I came across a statement: “Wisdom does not bring happiness, but sorrow to one who strives and achieves it.” I may not be wise, for what I have come to comprehend does not make me happy. It induces a sad knowing, by which I can only carry on…  

 

 

 

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Tales  of  O W N E R S H I P   …    …        1.

 

 

More than ‘once upon a time’ occurred incidents, which prompted the making of decisions not fully thought out. Decisions incurred out of desire simulating need amidst conditions more than want. I for one was less aware about the overall scheme of things ongoing to know the difference.

 

Living conditions required I learn how to drive, and my mother became my initial teacher, by default. Before the Driving Test, whereby I would be legally allowed to drive, I took one-lesson from a reputable Driving School. There I learned things of which my mother hadn’t taught me. Thereafter, I acquired my License and thus began the path-of-owning that I would not fully grasp until much later in Life.

 

Before my ownership development I was to experience driving for purpose using my mother’s vehicles, a Ford Falcon and Plymouth Fury III, during the late 60s through the early 70s. After experiencing numerous jobs and saving portions of my wages, I acquired a ’72 Ford Cortina runabout, c.1977. Thereafter, I owned a Volvo 144D, c. 1979, which was to last me a few years until I crossed paths with an auto of my fantasy a ‘72 Volvo P1800E. I saw it in a friend/employer’s auto shop where I was a mechanic’s assistant.

 

I was so caught up in this fantasy, nurtured by a favourite televised adventurer’s image, I let go my Volvo 144D and set about my first bank-loan purchase! The fantasy became a reality and I was soon driving my Volvo P1800E, quite satisfied with myself. I was engaged in full-time employment and able to make payments until full ownership was established. During that process towards ownership I still had not the slightest realization of the accompanying obligations.

 

Of course, when one has an inadequate foundation in the responsibility of owning, one will be forever coming into the knowledge of ownership through a series of ‘learn as you grow’ experiences, until all the connections are made and comprehension is instilled.

 

Such was the process of my learning as I grew. 

 

I now realize the lessons to be learned about owning begins in childhood, which is often overlooked by primary caregivers. Not to appear harsh and a task-master, but the losses and waste I experienced might have been easily bypassed had I known that there were intrinsic and attendant obligations to owning. If you have to ask to what I refer, then you are still in the process of discovering ownership’s particulars. Maybe you do know; and, like me, you are so far into ownership that being owned has become a process of just staying alive.

 

Unfortunately, or fortunately, I’m still debating which with myself. This auto ownership was only an early phase of lessons in ownership. What was to follow, as Life appears to do, was a more labour-intensive and onerous experience in the realm of ownership! There are perks, but only sufficient to present the illusion of comfort made easier if another shares in the experience. It does become much more laborious than one is prepared for, yet to live one bears down and rises to the occasions presented from one’s desires.

 

Parents may have an inkling of what I speak.

 

 

 

 

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