I may have just committed a crime.
I scored some Sudafed last night, and I’m kind of expecting a visit from a DEA agent.
I’ve had a cold and I believe my cold remedy purchases have exceeded the legal limit.
In the past ten days, I have purchased two boxes of Sudafed that contains phenylpropanolamine. I have exceeded my 30 day limit of this dangerous drug and now my identifying information has probably been flagged by the DEA and my local law enforcement officials.
I am not kidding. I may need a lawyer.
I walked out of CVS feeling like a criminal and, I think, that’s awful.
When did it become okay for law enforcement to cast a net over the entire country to find, a relatively small number of, criminals? To make everybody a “person of interest?” To make everyone feel like a criminal?
The simple answer is when the Combat Methamphetamine Epidemic Act of 2005 was incorporated into the Patriot Act signed by President Bush on March 9, 2006.
Thanks for nothing Big Brother.
So, every time we buy a box of Sudafed, Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold Relief, Contac Jr. Children’s Cold Medicine, Triaminic, Dimetapp, Coricidin Cough, and scores of other cold and sinus medicines, our identifying information is stored in some immense database.
* Do I have access to that information?
* Can anyone, under the freedom of information act, gain access to that information?
* Can the media find out how much phenylpropanolamine I have legally purchased?
Some enterprising reporter is going to cross reference the DEA methamphetamine database with the Massachusetts teaching license database and come up with some breaking news “Chemistry teacher on watch list for buying meth-making chemicals. Breaking Bad for real”
I can see it happening…
Have you bought a can of spray paint or some glue lately? Yup, we have to show our ID’s for those as well. Is all that information entered into another government database? Is someone actually tracking my spray paint and glue purchases? Do they really think a 55-year-old man is running around tagging things or sniffing glue?
The Patriot Act also requires lists of all the material you may have borrowed from your local library be turned over to the government upon request. They want everything you may have checked out – books, CD’s, DVDs, magazines etc. My local library does not store this data, so if requested, they have nothing to turn over.
And it gets worse. Big Brother is literally watching us.
Ever notice the police cars with a pair of units mounted on the trunk of the cruiser? Those are license plate readers. As the cruiser moves through traffic, it is continually scanning the license plates of the cars around it – up to 1,800 plates a minute. It’s like a huge net cast over the driving public.
It cross references the plate data with the DMV looking for expired registrations, parking tickets, uninsured vehicles, and stolen cars. In addition, and here’s the really creepy part, the police store all that data for some period of time – it varies by community. so the police have the location of your car at various times and locations stored in a database. The police are tracking and recording your location.
Here’s what the ACLU has to say on the subject:
“Automatic license plate readers have the potential to create permanent records of virtually everywhere any of us has driven, radically transforming the consequences of leaving home to pursue private life, and opening up many opportunities for abuse. The tracking of people’s location constitutes a significant invasion of privacy, which can reveal many things about their lives, such as what friends, doctors, protests, political events, or churches a person may visit.”
We all know that if you send an email or make a call overseas, the NSA is monitoring those communications. We joke around about it, but it’s a serious invasion of privacy.
Are they monitoring my texts, emails, Facebook posts, phone calls here within the United States? Do they have access to my banking records, internet browsing history, Google searches? Do they know what books I buy from Amazon? I don’t know, but I wouldn’t be surprised.
All I know is I had a cold and wanted to feel better. Now, the Government has a record of my drug purchase, and, quite possibly, location scans of me driving to and from CVS.
I think George Orwell was wrong – he grossly underestimated the power of the state.
Big Brother is watching and recording and trust me, ultimately, nothing good will come of it.
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It’s too early, I tell you, way too early. I am not ready for this.
- Home Depot has a virtual forest of artificial Christmas trees up.
- I walked past a register at JC Penney today and heard the term “Door Buster” several times.
- Santa’s Village is under construction at the malls.
- There’s a Salvation Army bell ringer outside the NH state liquor store.
It’s November first. Halloween was yesterday.
At this rate, they’ll be running Black Friday sales in August, Santa will never leave the mall and JC Penney, Best Buy, Walmart, Sears et al. will be running super-deluxe-door-vaporizing sales every day of the year.
I’m starting to think, the guy who leaves his lights up all year was right.
Every year I feel less and less Christmas spirit. Usually, by the time we get to December 25th I’m sick to death of Christmas. This year, I can feel that starting already.
I’ve still got Christmas fatigue from last year.
Only 53 shopping days to Christmas, and just 418 shopping days until Christmas 2015.
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It’s official, I have become that crusty, prickly guy that causes retail reps and customer service professionals to flee. There is just so much stupid in the world and my patience for it is exhausted.
Today, I discovered my debit cards were compromised in the Home Depot credit card fraud scandal.
“Oh, your debit card was locked by our fraud prevention department,” the teller advised, “You can get it unlocked at the platform” (whatever that means), gesturing to the cubicles at the other end of the branch.
Once I explained why I was there, he called the fraud prevention department. While holding for them, he repeatedly said “it’s for your own protection.” Finally, he was able to speak to someone and determined that the card could not be reactivated and a replacement would be issued in 7 to 10 business days.
He mumbled something about my own protection again and then perked up and suggested that using a credit card would be a better choice for all my purchases. “That way, if it’s compromised, they don’t have access to your accounts,” he said enthusiastically. (I really appreciate the unstated premise that compromises are inevitable)
“We have a great card that would…” he started.
I cut him off.
“You are not, seriously, going to try to sell me a credit card right now, are you?” I growled.
“Its what we recommend instead of the debit cards,” he said.
Holding up my now useless plastic rectangle and waving it as I spoke, I said “These cards were the banking industry’s idea. You shoved them down your customers throats telling us they were so much better than writing checks all over the place.
It’s not like we were clamoring for them, you saw it as better not us. I’m confident that what the banks saw were fees for every single transaction – and that was better for the bank, than the checks you couldn’t charge fees to process. Too bad you bankers didn’t invest enough of those fees in your back-end security features.”
“This is the fourth time my cards have been compromised. The last time you had to reissue my card, you screwed up the reissue and had to reissue the reissued cards.”
And now, I will have to figure out what gets charged to my cards automatically, and change all those to the new card number……..again.
How come the fraud guys are so much smarter than your guys? How about hiring some of them?
Forty-five minutes I was in that branch.
Annoyed? You bet.
I’d be willing to bet, the next time I walk into my bank, that customer service rep will head for the hills.
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I’ve always been a huge fan of breakfast cereal. It’s been a favorite food category for as long as I can recall. I was doing some reading this weekend and discovered something I found quite interesting about one of my favorite breakfast cereals – Cap’n Crunch.
Over the years Quaker Oats has rolled out several different versions of Cap’n Crunch. The original has always been my favorite. I am unable to stop eating it, even after it has cut up the roof of my mouth. Quaker Oats, the manufacturer of the product, was sued over an issue revolving around the Cap’n Crunch with Crunch Berries cereal.
It seems a woman in California purchased Cap’n Crunch with Crunch Berries because she believed “crunch berries” indicated she was eating real fruit. After four years (yea, four years) of purchasing and eating the cereal, she discovered, to her utter dismay, that the “berries” were, in fact, just brightly colored cereal balls and did not contain any actual fruit.
In throwing out the case, the judge said hearing this case “…would require this Court to ignore all concepts of personal responsibility and common sense. The Court has no intention of allowing that to happen.”
So, Cap’n Crunch with Crunch Berries is not a good source of fruits and vegetables? Go figure.
But I digress. My connections to the original crunchy, sugary delight are several.
First off, it’s my all time favorite cold cereal. I’ve been eating it most of my life. I could not count high enough to guess how many of the square shaped corn/oat pieces I have consumed. Cap’n Crunch was introduced to the market in 1963, when I was just four years old. I’ve been crunching on it ever since.
Interestingly, it was developed, in part, by a local woman; Pamela Low, a microbiologist from New Hampshire. And this brings us to the my second connection.
She was a flavorist at Arthur D. Little in Cambridge for over thirty years. She was there when I was there. I don’t mean to imply that we worked together in the food labs or lunched in the reservations only dining room, but I’m sure we knew some of the same people. So, in a game of six degrees of Kevin Bacon, we’re only one degree apart. That’s practically family. My next connection is even closer.
My father was Captain Crunch. I know, right now you’re flashing back to “The Empire Strikes Back,” but he was not Cap’n Crunch, but Captain Crunch. It was a nickname from his days in the Marines. I don’t know a lot about what my Dad was like as a drill instructor, but i figure, if the Marines were calling him Captain Crunch, that made him the hard asses’ hard ass.
Finally, and I really don’t believe I even have to write this connection? It’s so obvious. The Cap’n and the Shipguy?
They go together like… well… like cereal and milk.
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• I can carry an entire week’s groceries inside in just one trip. No, I have not been going to the gym.
• There’s a real sense of community with the Market Basket shoppers and that’s why the boycott is working. It’s a little like being a member of an exclusive club and we’re holding our meetings at Stop & Shop, Hannaford’s, Walmart, Shaw’s, Target, BJs etc.
• I’ve totally reorganized my finances. It’s probably a good thing that I’m spending so much more for food. I used to throw away money on frivolous things like shelter, utilities and gasoline.
• I can always get a parking spot in the front row, right by the door at Market Basket. No, I was not shopping, I just wanted to look around and see what a business that has lost 90+ percent of their customers looks like.
• I’m meeting new people. I’m talking to more Market Basket customers than ever before. Of course, I’m talking to them in Stop & Shop and we’re all saying the same thing; “I want my grocery store back.”
• It’s a geography lesson. Market Basket operates the only grocery stores in Haverhill, so I’ve been going to Methuen multiple times a week to shop or pick up some forgotten item. Everyone seems to be using google maps to see what stores are in or around their towns.
• Who doesn’t enjoy the occasional scavenger hunt? Everyone is wandering around with that same bewildered expression, looking for something. You can hear them in the aisles; “You seen the razor blades?” “No, have you found the salad dressing?”
• I’m trying new things. I buy the same things every week, and now, since I can’t find those brands, I’m trying out new, and more expensive, brands.
• The Market Basket diet. With the costs of groceries higher at other stores, people are buying, and therefore eating less. I suspect we’ll see Arthur S. hawking the benefits of his new Market Basket diet plan on Katie Couric’s show some time soon.
• People are standing up for people. I have been amazed to see managers, workers and customers all hold together for over a month. Based on the number and desperate tone of their press releases, the pressure seems to be getting to the board of directors.
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Comets have fascinated human beings for longer than recorded history. They are beautiful, unpredictable and not well understood. The Greeks thought of them as stars with long hair. The Chinese kept records of comets dating from 1600 BC.
It wasn’t until 1705 that scientists realized that some comets orbit the sun on a regular timetable. Edmund Halley suspected that the comet sightings of 1456, 1531, 1607, and 1682 were, in fact, the same comet cycling through the inner solar system on a regular, and predictable basis. He correctly predicted the comet would return again in 1758 and it did. That comet now bears his name – Halley’s Comet. (By the way, Halley’s Comet is due to return again in July, 2061).
Comets are small objects composed of rock, dust and ice that orbit the sun. Some have referred to them as the “dirty snowballs” of the solar system. Their orbits can range from a few years to several million years and are subject to change as they interact with the gravitational pull of other objects in the solar system – most notably Jupiter. As they approach the sun, comets heat up and water vapor and other gasses vent from the surface and interior forming a thin atmosphere and often a tail.
Ten years ago, the European Space Agency launched a robotic spacecraft called Rosetta – after the Rosetta Stone, the slab bearing the same decree in three languages that was the key to understanding Egyptian hieroglyphs.
Over the past decade, Rosetta has photographed two asteroids but that was only a sidebar to it’s primary mission which begins today. Rosetta has reached it’s final objective – a comet called 67P/Churyumov–Gerasimenko.
“Chury” is an oddly shaped object about two and a half miles long and two miles wide. It looks like two rocks glued together.
Today, Rosetta fired it’s thrusters to place the spacecraft into orbit around the comet.
Rosetta will study the comet from as close as half a mile, as Churyumov–Gerasimenko zips around the sun over the next year. In November, it will launch a lander called Philae. Upon landing, Philae will fire two harpoons into the surface to secure itself to the comet. Philae is packed with instruments to provide a huge amount of data on Chury.
No one knows what will happen as the comet approaches the sun. Will Rosetta and Philae keep working? Will they be damaged by the debris blown off the surface and venting out of the interior of the comet as it nears the sun?
Only time will tell, but it ought to be interesting.
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Last Saturday, my family and I visited the 9/11 Memorial & Museum in New York. It was one of the saddest events of my life. I remember 9/11 like it was yesterday. I remember exactly how I felt while it was happening and the simmering anger that remains to this day, but I wasn’t really ready for what the Memorial and Museum had in store for me.
Saturday was, well, overwhelming is the only word I can think of. So much heartache for the survivors, the victims and those they left behind.
The memorial is beautiful, two wells with water flowing into them marking the footprints of the twin towers. The names of all the victims are inscribed into the bonze parapets surrounding the twin Memorial pools. Behind the pools, the new Freedom Tower rises 1,776 feet from street level.
The museum is underground and is filled with all the horror, heroism and humanity of that terrible day. Displays include smashed fire engines and police cars, part of the aircraft that were hijacked and crashed, work ID’s, credit cards, wallets, shoes, rings and assorted other bits and pieces of every day life.
The displays are tasteful and graphic. They show how people lived and died. The parts that choked me up were the voicemails left for and by the victims. LIke the one from United Flight 93 Flight Attendant CeeCee Lyles.
In the end, it was all a little too much for me. I rushed through the last third of the museum. I just could not take any more. It’s all so sad. It’s absolutely heartbreaking.
Stepping outside pushed the sadness a little back into my consciousness. It was a beautiful day, reminiscent of the weather on September 11th, 2001.
I took a deep breath and as I was walking and speaking with my family members, I noticed what I thought was a tissue carelessly discarded on the bronze name plate circling the South Pool. It was, in fact, a wilted carnation, and just a few feet from it was a fresh red rose. The rose as been placed in the “C” in Christopher Quackenbush’s name.
Once I returned home, I took a few minutes to find out who Christopher was.
He was born just a couple of years before I was. He was a founding parter in a law firm with offices on the 104th floor of the South Tower. He was married and had three children. He was an ardent Mets fan and grew up playing with Creepy Crawlers, baseball cards, and pretending he was an astronaut. He drank Tang, “just like the astronauts,” as Madison Avenue repeatedly reminded us all during Saturday morning cartoons.
When I think of the 9/11 Memorial and Museum, I think not so much of the 2,996 people killed in the attacks. It’s too big a number to fully comprehend. It’s too abstract. I think about CeeCee Lyles and Christopher Quakenbush and the other individuals I was introduced to at the Museum.
Somebody put a flower in Christopher’s inscribed name, somebody who remembers him and wants the world to know that he’s remembered.
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