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The Secrets He Kept-3  January 25, 2024 Thursday Today I will attempt to create a rough draft of the FOIA letter. So we‘ll see how that goes. The reality is the question, “Are There Any Secrets”, all of our lives are posted somewhere so even the things that were kept from public back then are not that hidden. At one time it was felt that knowing all of this would make us more knowledgeable, or at least not as subjected to the result of all the hidden secrets. I’m not so sure of that at this time. If we exteriorize everything, will the impact be less, the same, more, even different in any way. Is there any reason to process anything, if the conclusion, the result of research can be accessed anywhere at any time. This process for me may be an answer to that.  The impact of the information perhaps will be negligible, because of the overload of information daily. It may be of interest to someone, the question is whether it will have an impact or result in anything at all. How do y...

January 19, 2024 Friday I found a way to perhaps find information that might not be on the web yet. I have this form, a way to search for information about my Dad in a way that might find his name somewhere. I’ve read some of the beginnings of Uranium production in Missouri and will review that perhaps in the next post. But for now I’m thinking about the Cyclotron in Chicago. There is a map with dumping sights for Mustard Gas and a map with resting places for radioactive materials. It will be interesting to follow that history also. For now I search the past to understand the present. It seems too easy, when living in the present, to think it makes more sense to let go of the past. But then how do we really understand where we are at without knowing the pathway that brought us here. Reading the first essay in The Best of Brevity, and thinking that that form will be the best for posting, limiting information to kernels of truth. Like this “how to” File a FOIA Request. I will post what I...

 1/365 January 17, 2024; Wednesday Trabaje para vivir, no se viva para trabajar! Does it really take a whole life to figure this out? I wondered as I looked at the beauty that is my setting. An uncultivated woods whose boughs are laden with snow that glistens in the occasional sun’s rays that creep through the clouds, falling snow, and woods that now surround me. I made a choice to live here, a place where I could have guests, the grandchildren, anyone really could visit. I had lived in places that had that sort of space before, but did not invite you in.  I remember the haunted look my dad carried with him. The gaze off into the distance. His clear blue eyes tense, holding something inside. The dreams he shared with me of attempting to chop through ice but never being able to reach water.  His stories of falling through the ice, and almost dying. His attempt to save a whole nursing home from an explosion he as sure was going to injure the inhabitants. And finally “I was ...