Socks for the homeless–a business model for #WATWB

November’s #WATWB–helping the homeless with what they really need

We Are the World Blogfest

I’ve heard of these guys before in a radio ad, now the founders of Bombas socks are featured in this CNN Business article. Yes, for you or me the socks aren’t free (or too cheap) but for each pair sold a free pair is donated to homeless shelters. As it turns out, that’s what the homeless need most.

David Heath walked up to a homeless veteran and telling him he had no money to give him but offered a pair of socks. The article says:

“Heath remembers watching the man take off his shoes and seeing that one foot was wrapped in a bandana and the other was wrapped in a plastic bag.
‘Seeing that — just how much I could imagine being in that situation and what having a nice clean pair of socks at that moment would do — I’ll never shake that moment,’ he said.”
So he and his co-founder created a company that has donated 10 million pairs of socks. The socks are durable, made of cotton and wool and reinforced–at $12, there apparently is enough profit to give away a free pair for each one sold.
Socks being given away
Socks and toiletries are handed out at a women’s shelter on the Upper East Side in New York. Photo from CNN Business article

“Heath acknowledged that no one grows up dreaming about creating the perfect sock or building a ‘sock empire.’ But he said his ultimate goal is to ‘develop relationships with people as a result of the work.’
When Heath realized Charlie [a two-years-homeless man] liked books, he bought him a Kindle and a solar charger that he reloads every couple of weeks. Charlie, an avid reader, no longer has to walk 50 blocks uptown to borrow books from a shelter on Manhattan’s Upper East Side and lug them back downtown.”
Please visit the sites  of this month’s co-hosts of the We Are the World Blogfest for more positive news: Eric Lahti , Inderpreet Uppal, Shilpa Garg, Peter Nena, Damyanti Biswas


Black Friday–Nah, Not For Me

Don’t need new electronics. Don’t need major gifts this year. What I do need is to get some more exercise in the pool. That’s possible today because I have to charge the sensor and reattach it to a new patch to keep checking the old ticker for AFib or some other form of arrhythmia. Nothing abnormal so far after two weeks; two more weeks to go. Ah, nothing like an idiopathic event to keep you guessing.  😕

Just to keep the posts coming, let’s revisit one from about four years ago. I’m not going to rewrite it so you can take it as a writing tip. No, not that it needs so much editing–just an example of what fiction writing is like versus other kinds. You’ll understand.

It took a few years, several years actually, to learn how to write simple declarative sentences again after three years of law school and 25 years working in local government writing reports or finishing budgets. It seems almost quaint and a little humorous now to read a legal brief or the near paragraph length sentences of a Congressional enactment. Now I write prose again, with readable narratives filled with imagery and dialogue. I can still read CFR (Code of Federal Regulations) or actual legislation, but I would prefer not to unless absolutely necessary. Regulations are worse in their density and compound clauses. [Ever heard of the Flesch reading ease formula?] Now in a few words I can vividly describe the morning of our recently adopted dog.

Always observant, even in sleep, Max knows by the rustle of sheets or the clearing of a throat that I am awake. A nose and a pair of paws quickly appear bedside in greeting. Later, after a pit stop and breakfast, he enjoys his morning show. With paws atop the low window seat he watches the birds above and the squirrels below the seed feeder out front. With no barking and no whining, Max sits in rapt attention until some activity indoors breaks the spell.

I Think, Therefore I When

Just a little variation on Rene Descartes, perhaps the title of a novel to come. It all started with a post from April last year, Derek’s Dominoes, that’s been running through my mind of late. I plan on working on two or more series steadily the next few years doing what the “experts” advise–getting them done before putting out even one. In the meantime, this time travel piece has come to dominate my heretofore dormant 2018 writing consciousness. So I simply must post another snippet about Derek now. [More on 2019 and beyond writing/publishing plans in late December—here OR on Views from Eagle Peak, TBD]


The first incident happened like this.

An old mix resurrected from a bin overdue for cleaning played in his ear. He didn’t know the song was on it. “Voices Carry,” took him back to that day when she told him it was over. She’d had enough, she said, and played the tune to illustrate why. A sudden gust tossed unbound hair in his face. He tied it back before moving on and looked up in shock.

“What the hell!” Derek said. He wasn’t recalling the event with Susan anymore—she was there in front of him, physically, in their apartment with Aimee Mann’s voice carrying as loudly as her own.

“No! No! This can’t be happening, again” he said, “We’ve been through this before!

“Yes and that’s why I’m leaving. I’ve had enough, Derek—it’s over! I’ll come back for my stuff in a couple days,” she said, slamming the door behind her, drawing air through the open windows.

The breeze brought Derek back to the present, stumbling along the sidewalk barely missing an older woman passing in the other direction.

That was then; this is now. A memory and nothing more. That couldn’t have happened. Maybe that green chile cheeseburger overpowered me. Maybe I’ve been working too hard. 

After a few days of worry and bewilderment, he put the strange event aside. An episode of the Twilight Zone that he’d probably watched in syndication, perhaps. That is, until it happened again–another trip in time.


A Detective Gaston Mystery

A Murder Mystery Snippet

Maybe this will become a short story, maybe a novel—even a book in a series. For now, this is all there is–it all started with a writing prompt, from which I took only the two character names. 

“She had a thyroid problem. Do you suppose that killed her, detective?”

“Not unless it caused her to fall on a knife, Mr. Conistone,” Detective Gaston said.

“Ah, I didn’t see the stab wound.”

“Of course you didn’t; it’s in her chest and you didn’t turn her over like I just did–did you, Conistone?”

“Oh no, I know better than to touch a body. I watch those crime shows all the time, sir.”

“Well then, you might have noticed the blood on the mattress–and wondered where it came from, eh?”

“What? Oh, damn! Now I’ll have to replace the mattress again. I just put that one in this unit two, or maybe three years ago.”

“Your concern for the woman is really something, Conistone. How long has she been a tenant?” Gaston asked.

The aging apartment manager shook his dank gray hair and looked down at the faded carpet. “Well, it’s been ten years now, I guess, since Mrs. Weaver moved in. Yes, right after that big snow in ’08–must have been February. She kept to herself mostly, so we weren’t really close or anything. Still it’s a bit of a shock. Nothing like this has ever happened here at Finger Lake.”

“So you don’t know of any friends or family then? Or people who might want to do her harm?”

“No, she was so quiet–never any complaints about loud noises, arguments or that sort of thing from other tenants. I’ll have to check our files to see who she might have listed for any emergency contact. We started doing that after an elderly man passed away some years ago and we didn’t know who to call.”

“I suppose he did die of natural causes?”

“Oh yes, no stabbing–did need to buy a new mattress, of course, him dying and all.”

A Happy Birthday Song Brings Tears #WATWB

We Are the World Blogfest

Just a little web surfing produced this gem for the monthly #WATWB. A kindergarten class signed the Happy Birthday song for a hard of hearing custodian at their elementary school.  It brought a smile and tears to the man.

Custodian James Anthony reacts to the group of kindergartners signing “Happy Birthday” to him. photo © CBS Interactive

For more on the story go here. For a related video, go here.

Cohosts for this month’s We Are the World Blogfest are:

Eric Lahti, Inderpreet Uppal, Shilpa Garg, Mary Giese and Roshan Radhakrishnan

The Writer’s Eye–Seeing A Scene Around You

Not a story this time, a writers tip fleshed out.

After an early doctor’s appointment, my wife and I stopped for breakfast at a local Arby’s last month.

I asked the manager, who happened to be working the counter, “Did you use to work at Wendy’s?”

“Yes, for ten years,” she said, “that seemed long enough.”

I explained to my wife how I recalled seeing the woman talking to staff over some food and drink, explaining how she expected things to go. She seemed diplomatic or tactful and her comments were well received. Over time, I don’t recall seeing her there again, but service improved greatly after that.

I also mentioned to my wife how every time I’d been to Arby’s for breakfast in the last few months, I’d seen the same guy eating there–concluding he must be a regular. Neither of us are; the only time we eat breakfast out is when we have a fasting blood test or an early doctor or dentist appointment. I recalled how when we first arrived in Silver City, the local Arby’s had a tray of clean porcelain coffee cups laid out on one end of the counter. I asked the server about it; he told me it was for the regulars. I never saw the cups again–maybe a subsequent manager or some higher put the kibosh on it. Not exactly what one might expect in a chain fast-food site.

My wife observed that I had a writer’s eye–remembering all these details. I agreed, explaining how it helps for filling in the background of a story–making it more real. If you’re a writer, you probably do this too. If not, you might want to start.  😉 

#WATWB for September 2018–The International Red Cross and Red Crescent Movement

We Are the World Blogfest

Sorry, a few days late on this month’s #WATWB post due to some unexpected challenges. While dealing with them, I struggled with who or what to profile this time around. In light of all the hyperpartisan issues in America and the multitude of ethnic, racial and religious conflicts around the world I came up with the International Red Cross and Red Crescent Movement. For those unaware, the Red Crescent serves Islamic countries and the Red Cross most of the rest. There’s no value in my researching and delineating humanitarian aid distinctions here. So instead, I’ll just blockquote the summary from their website along with adding the icon used in certain appropriate cases.

The International Red Cross and Red Crescent Movement is a global humanitarian network of 80 million people that helps those facing disaster, conflict and health and social problems. It consists of the International Committee of the Red Cross, the International Federation of Red Cross and Red Crescent Societies and the 191 National Red Cross and Red Crescent Societies.

The logo is in Arabic, Chinese, English, French, Russian and Spanish (the official languages of the International Conference of the Red Cross and Red Crescent).

People around the world are served by the constituent members and volunteers–sometimes in unexpected ways. Food, shelter and medical care in response to disasters are well known. Here’s a link to another form of aid, communication with family.

The Cytherians

A snippet from a prompt at the Gila Writers Group. Maybe something to use in a short story or . . . ?

The Cytherians, by necessity, are a shiny sort of people. The planet is very near its sun. The surface is very hot–too hot for more than a brief visit from the underground cities of Cytheria. With a thin atmosphere, the UV rays could be fatal. But at times, they have reason to emerge in daylight hours. When they do, any exposed skin must reflect all rays which touch them. Of course they could wear protective garments to do the same, but they evolved before resources to create them were developed. So most continue to rely on their nude bodies, wearing clothes only for ceremonial occasions.

The mirrored surfaces pose a challenge when meeting one another face to face. A reflection of oneself is what each sees on the other. Only the distinctive shape of the other’s head, torso and limbs differentiates the image seen. Words and gestures make the most important tools for connecting, for communicating. But in that respect, perhaps they’re not so different than their human counterparts on Earth. Body language can be important even when it’s a mirror of oneself, but words and gestures are more important.


The Quiet Deer

We are blessed with lots of wildlife at our home high atop a hill in southwestern New Mexico. Yesterday a quail with two young ones walked in front of the house; today, four adults walked along the short stone wall 15-feet from the house. Hummingbirds are in abundance, as a recent post briefly noted. Today, a description of the deer from last week.

The two brothers and a younger buck floated across the dirt and gravel road, gliding silently 30 feet in front of my dog Max and I. They might have been an illusion for their soundless motion, stepping so softly I heard no footfall. Only two shallow hoof-prints marked the road in the ground, wet from the light rain covering my coat. They must have been real–Max looked at them too, although he made no attempt to give chase or even bark. Still, so odd that that the paws of a 45-pound dog left a deeper track than those deer three or four times his weight. Nothing like the elk, whose hooves clop heavily on the limestone rocks throughout our property.

#WATWB Lions of Justice

Something a little different this month–with a bit of secular humanism. OK, a little faith-connection too. I’m talking about a national event happening in the USA in nine cities. It’s a festival intended to welcome 50,000 youth–aged from 12 to 39.

It’s happening September 23rd and registration ends September 4th. So if you or someone you know falls within those ages and may be interested in attending, time is running out. First, let me give you a few highlights, a link to more information and registration. Also a short video trailer of two individuals who will be at one of the event locations.

The Mission Statement identifies the goal of the event as:

At the Lions of Justice Festival on September 23, young people from all backgrounds will gather in nine locations to stand up for the dignity of life—to proclaim that all people are worthy of respect and must be treated with the dignity they deserve.

Through musical performances, films, inspiring speakers and the shared experiences of youth taking action in their daily lives to transform society, we will further affirm our determination to make the 21st century one of lasting peace and awaken profound courage and hope in our friends, families and communities throughout the country.

Seems like worthy objectives in a world where the youth represent the World’s future and are also among those who suffer much when hope and respect are lacking. The gathering is sponsored by the SGI-USA, a lay Buddhist organization founded decades ago. There is a modest registration fee of $20. Otherwise, costs are primarily for travel and lodging if needed.


It’s happening in these cities:

  • New York
  • Chicago
  • Los Angeles
  • Atlanta
  • Miami
  • Dallas
  • Phoenix
  • San Francisco
  • Honolulu

Cohosts for this month’s blogfest areSimon Falk, Andrea Michaels, Shilpa Garg, Sylvia Stein, Belinda Witzenhausen.