Thursday, September 25, 2008

Grandpa's Geothermal Friends, 9/10/08


September 10, 2008
We had lunch last week, for the first time since the kids all went back to college (and Anat to medical school). Janet and Marty both showed up, and Dad invited a guy he met through mentoring, who is a retired education professor at Loyola. Barney was an interesting guy, very amused about Grandpa lunch, but he is overweight and dropped crumbs all over his lap as he ate, which was distracting. I have so much going on right now, with the law center opening tomorrow, and the Bar Mitzvah a week from Saturday, so I wasn’t able to write anything.
Today, we met at Prairie Grass, which is once again acceptable now that they fired the guy who was rude to Grandpa last year when he asked for a decaffeinated soda. Janet, Milton, and Marty all came, but Mom was busy at the Holocaust Museum. Dad walked in with two new people, who he has been talking about excitedly, because they dug a 300 foot hole in their yard and now heat/cool their home with geothermal energy.
Dad has been trying unsuccessfully to explain it, but it didn’t sound that believable, especially in this area. Amazingly, it turned out that Bill and Rona live over on Dauphine, just blocks from here, and they really did what Grandpa said! Rona is clearly the force behind it; she described herself as someone who researches decisions carefully and does nothing half-assed.
She nearly gasped when I told her I just bought a dress for the Bar Mitzvah, which is in less than two weeks. Bill seemed a lot more laid back, calm, and was as riveted talking about his healing practice as Rona was about geothermal energy.
He actually owns a title company; and is a grad of DePaul College of Law, another name for my alumni list, and he met Grandpa in the locker room at Bally’s, overheard him telling a joke and couldn’t help but join in. He was interested in Grandpa’s mentoring, and thought his joke was funny; and of course Grandpa loves getting to know strangers. But on the side, and perhaps one day as his full time job, he has the gift of being able to diagnose certain medical problems, and to sometimes cure them with touch. A rare and amazing gift; hard to believe, and I wonder if he even mentioned it to Grandpa.
They are both the kind of people we see all the time; nicely dressed, attractive, polite and educated. She is small and dark, filled with energy, while he speaks at a slower pace, and seems to listen more to what we were all saying. At some point, because I learn a lot from the question, I asked what shul they attended, and the answer is that they are not very connected to the Jewish community.
We were all interested in hearing about the process they went through to discover geothermal energy, and we all focused in on the cost/benefit analysis Rona gave us. She is absolutely enamored of the process, but it isn’t something I would ever do in our house, because the outlay was about $22,000, and that’s after she changed all the windows to 3 panes. Yes they save money, but you have to stay in a house much longer than we plan to in order to make it cost effective.
So at that point I wanted to hear more about them as people, and less about how they made their house better. Marty also likes to talk about improvements to his house, and ultimately, the discussion is about nesting. Even though Rona hopes to convince numbers of people to use this system, it is very expensive and only available to a certain segment of society. Milton said that it was an interesting concept because of all the buildings…but questioned if the technology was available. Apparently there is a hospital somewhere in the west suburbs that is converting to geothermal….of course to the tune of over 4 million.
I piped up that my very first editorial, regarding the environment, is being published in the Northbrook News, (I’m SOOO proud!) and explained that it gives kudos to Congressman Mark Kirk for his push to clean up Lake Michigan. I wanted to bring Janet more into the conversation, and that would be something she would enjoy discussing, but they didn’t seem all that interested. Nor were they interested in asking anything when I told them that Janet’s passion was in lobbying. Bill asked “for what?” she replied, “Israel”, and the conversation frittered away with Marty checking into her status as professional or non-professional lobbyist.
So, I asked Rona if there was anything else about which she was so passionate, or anything that she had been passionate about before this came along. She told us about raising their autistic son, now almost thirty, and how it had left her little time for outside interests. She had dabbled in Mahjong, but truly geothermal energy was the thing that motivated her. Neither Bill nor Rona asked questions about us, but Milton left just as dessert came, and then Janet and I pursued a conversation with Bill, and there was more give and take.
I saw Bill looking closely at Janet, and was worried that he was seeing something wrong….I had to interrupt, as if blocking him from saying anything would stop whatever he saw. He told a story about noticing something wrong with someone’s foot, and pointing to it and immediately the pain subsided. Then he asked if Janet had nightmares as a child. He apparently didn’t hear me when I explained that Janet doesn’t remember ANYTHING from her childhood. But she surprised my by saying she remembered being upset at the Speck slayings, and I remembered too, that we had strategized about what we would do if a crazy homicidal person came into our house. We were definitely going to be the ones that hide under the bed and are spared.
Bill kept looking at Janet, and I wondered what having nightmares as a child was showing up as in her now. Grandpa and Marty were still chatting about geothermal energy with Rona. But it got so late, we finally all left. Nice people.

The Country's Financial Crisis vs. Dolly's Calcium Crisis

September 24, 2008
To celebrate Dolly’s birthday, Dad and Marty invited her to our lunch. Dolly DeCamp is the tiny, chiseled receptionist who loves our family and is intensely loyal to Banner. She chose Prairie Grass, right across the street from the office, because she hadn’t ever tried it, and Marty always praises the salmon burger.
Marty started in immediately on the current financial crisis, talking about Fanny Mae being caught with their pants down in 2003 and allowing congress to push them into offering all those high risk mortgages to people who had no hope of repaying. Of course, there were all the lying/cheating/creepy CEO’s who parlayed losses into phantom wins which allowed them to peal off millions of dollars in golden parachutes, bonuses, and other ill-gotten gains.
Dad wanted to say, as usual, that it’s all the fault of the Clinton administration, and that all the deregulation is not just Clinton but two top dems fault; this entire crisis all came about apparently because, and solely because of those 3. Never mind anything that occurred in the past 7.5 years of the Bush administration, never mind any of the deregulation pushed through by republicans….and he repeated this several times until Marty told him to stop talking and I had to remind him that the situation, as are many, is far more complex than he is making it out to be.
I wish I’d thought to mention that McCain is a lifelong believer in deregulation and allowing bankers/brokers to do as they please. Free market above all. I wish I’d thought to mention McCain’s intervention on behalf of that Keating S and L guy who later went to prison, or the whole Silverado fiasco that nearly destroyed Colorado. It’s just not worth saying anything negative about McCain, who now decries Wall Street’s (shock) greed, because all Dad does is bring up some negative point about Democrats, true or untrue.
This discussion went on and on, yawn, with Dolly sitting silently, clearly not having a good time until I stopped listening to Marty’s prognosis of doom and started asking Dolly about her birthday plans. After mentioning a dinner in Evanston, Dolly told us that she was having a terrible birthday.
Why? We were all so sad to hear it. She started telling us that she’d been diagnosed with a severe lack of bone mass, that her bones were described to her as being like swiss cheese. She was warned to be careful of not breaking anything, and forced to completely change her diet. And the worse part, this is two weeks now, is that she has to give herself a daily shot of some medicine that will hopefully, after 2 years, heal them bones.
Dolly was raised in an orphanage; she told us that they never got actual milk, only the powdered kind that was gross and disgusting. She probably started harming her bones way back then…and she is such a little bird of a person, so tiny and fragile without a speck of body fat to be seen. We were probably all thinking that she should just eat that whole piece of pie by herself, and maybe not take off the top of the bun.
The worse part for her is that she has an intense fear of needles, and has cried and cried because it is so challenging and difficult to stick a needle into herself every morning. It makes her tired, but she doesn’t want to suffer all through the day being anxious about doing it in the evening, so she gets it over before going to work.
Marty, in his usual positive way, spoke about how lucky she is that doctors have figured out how to help her, even if it’s unpleasant, and that she will get stronger because of it. And Dad really could have brought up that he had to go through a lot of unpleasantness with his heart, and his shaking etc…but Dolly was so anguished by her own misery that it didn’t seem like remembering any body else’s problems would have made her feel better.
Marty did take a few minutes to talk about his bathroom renovations, which is almost as interesting as discussing the financial crisis, but I do feel for him. He likes to be careful and parsimonious in his dealings with money, but has to cope with Cindy just going ahead and spending whatever she wants. It is a little startling that bathroom tile is costing them so much, but certainly not as shocking as how much the Bar Mitzvah cost.