Kentucky Coffeetree

Today marks the ninth anniversary of my father’s death. To honor him, we planted a Kentucky coffeetree in the yard. The choice of tree species had nothing to do with my father; I had seen it in the Philadelphia area and liked its look and color. I also knew it was something of a warmer season tree than ideal for the inland Connecticut growing zone. It hasn’t struggled, however. Unlike my father, who was something of a misfit most of his life and who only rarely and fleetingly ever could acknowledge how much I loved him and still do. Milton Klein, born in Brooklyn in 1921, was something of a tech genius. He loved motors, wires, pumps and valves. By profession he was an electrical engineer, but he had been forced into that trade by his father, who demanded my dad major in electrical engineering at a prestigious free university in Manhattan he attended, the Cooper Union. My father really wanted to go into mechanical engineering but relented and spent most of his professional life designing circuit boards and stereo chassis for a variety of electronics firms. At home he could fix anything. I have so many memories of walking...Read more

Getting Testy

News the other day that a Cambridge, Mass.-based biotech firm had launched preliminary tests on a COVID-19 vaccine was enough to move the markets. Let’s hope it bodes well. But we’ve seen false starts before, so caution should prevail. The company, Moderna, is working on a vaccine that showed some encouraging results, with a trial of eight people who took the prototype drug and produced antibodies that killed off the virus in a laboratory. That was enough to boost the company’s stock by 20 percent and help move the Dow Jones industrial average by four percent. It’s early in the development of any reliable medical trials, and there’s good reason to be suspicious about what health researcher William Haseltine, writing in “The Washington Post,” called “publication by press release.” The search for quick, easy scientifically valid solutions to complex social and medical problems is understandable. Never more so than these days, when the country and the world remain in a partial state of limbo. There’s widespread uncertainty among government decision makers as to the proper course of action with a virus as elusive and as common as this one. Health officials have generally counseled extreme caution while some politicians have...Read more
Bear With Me

Bear With Me

A neighbor stopped by and made an unexpected house call. Didn’t knock. Wasn’t wearing a mask. Just to let us know he was doing okay and helping himself to some of our food. Actually, it was the bird food he helped himself to. And while he wasn’t wearing any PPE he certainly did have a lot of protective fur, so we figured he was safe from whatever he needs to be safe from. The fact that it was 9:30 in the morning and he didn’t even feel the need to sleuth by night told us a lot about how secure he felt Black bears are amazing creatures, both for their mass and their ability to slip furtively in and out of modestly settled areas and disappear into the adjoining woods. We live in the forested outer edge of suburbia, where wooded home lots border state forest and park lands. The bear population of Connecticut is estimated by naturalists at 800, which makes for just over six square miles per bear. Given the state’s high population density – ranked fourth in the country, exceeded only by New Jersey, Rhode Island and Massachusetts – it’s no surprise these creatures “congregate” (if that’s...Read more