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“That was our playhouse – that was its name,” Gerry said, as if there could be any other reason for the RUTGER above the door. I never asked why it was named Rutger, or if I did, she never told me, or I forgot.

Mom (left) and Gerry playing on the seesaw  by Rutger

The carpenters at the San built Rutger. The carpenters built a lot of things for Mom and Gerry: Rutger, the seesaw, the elephant table, a bookcase. Probably more, though nothing else was passed down or photographed. The carpenters were fond of Mom and Gerry.

Four hundred or so people lived at the San in the early 1930s. Almost half lived in dormitories and worked there – carpenters, bakers, nurses, engineers, attendants, waiters, horse keepers, farmers, chauffeurs, teachers, butchers, clerks, pharmacists, physicians, and a dentist. One of the chauffeurs drove Mom to school in Middleborough. My grandfather Manny was the dentist. Manny, Nana, Mom, and Gerry were one of only a few families at the San, and they lived in one of the few houses on the grounds.

 Mom (right), Gerry (left), and Nana, at their house

Mom said she and Gerry could see the morgue from their bedroom window. Gerry said they couldn’t. Or maybe it was the other way around. Either way, the morgue was near the house, and no one shooed the girls out when they wandered in. Not there or anywhere else – the operating theater, the lab, the barn.

Manny treating a patient

They might have been shooed off the playground if they’d tried to play on the swings when other kids wanted to, but Mom and Gerry knew the rules, and they always had Rutger and the seesaw. The playground was for the inmates.

 

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  1. Steve Kass » Missing Money of the Rich and Famous Says:

    […] My maternal grandfather died in 1973. Thirty-eight years later, which is to say last week, I discovered some of Manny’s property, escheated to the Massachusetts State Treasurer and awaiting claim by him or his heirs. […]

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Spores of C. immitis Yesterday, I wrote about the emerging public alarm over the fungus Cryptococcus gattii. Alarm continues to emerge, though some welcome voices of moderation are also appearing. (Time magazine’s writer Alice Park, for example, insightfully explored both the fungus and the alarm in “The ‘Killer Fungus’: Should We Be Scared?”)

Today’s topic is another fungus, a fungus of my childhood.

Like every nerdy kid in the 1960s, I could say and spell the words “antidisestablishmentarianism” and “pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.” But unlike most nerdy kids outside the desert Southwest, I could also say and spell “coccidioidomycosis.” When I read about C. gattii yesterday, I couldn’t help but think about it — coccidioidomycosis, or Valley Fever. Like the killer disease du jour, Valley Fever infects humans and animals who inhale fungus spores. In the case of Valley Fever, the fungus is Coccidioides immitis, which resides in the local soil around Phoenix and other parts of the Southwest. After a dry spell, rain and wind dislodge the spores and carry them into the air, where they float, free for the breathing.

I breathed in my share. Whenever a dust storm rolled in, my brother and I would don our swim masks, run outside, and play in the carport until rain and lightning arrived, if it did. Driving through the desert on dirt roads or off-road probably kicks up spores, too, and Dad took us on more than a few dirt-road and off-road trips in the Wagoneer.

Like C. immitis, C. gattii, according to some sources, usually causes no symptoms or minor ones. Sciencemag.org’s Robert F. Service writes that “most of [Vancouver Island’s] 750,000 residents have been exposed to C. gattii multiple times with no symptoms.” That’s not to say these fungal infections are innocuous; serious infections have occurred particularly in the immunocompromised, such as transplant recipients or (especially before HAART) persons with AIDS.

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  1. Janice Arenofsky Says:

    Hi Steve,
    Ditto to your comments on Valley Fever. As executive director of the Valley Fever Alliance in Phoenix, I know how dangerous this particular fungal disease is. And it’s getting worse every day, killing hundreds if not thousands of dogs and zoo animals and threatening the lives of Arizona residents and visitors.

    The Valley Fever Center for Excellence is testing the possibly curative experimental drug nikkomycin Z on dogs, so soon we may see if we have a cure. If it’s a go, it still won’t be in anyone’s medicine cabinet until another few years. Unfortunately, this is thanks to the State of Arizona for dragging its heels for 40+ plus years and not funding a medication or vaccine but instead inviting tourists to come and sample our five-star hotels, gourmet food and spore-filled air.

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Terri2010

Classic lens (c. 1965), new camera (2009), and best sister (pre-1965), not necessarily in that order.

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Mispunctuate

I need to work on plenty of things, but today I was reminded of one in particular: impertinently pointing out mistakes (or worse, “mistakes”). Especially when I’m being a know-it-all, and especially when no lives are in danger. This afternoon, deep in know-it-all, no-lives-in-danger territory, I impertinently pointed out a “mistake.”

The reminder came a few hours later when I tripped over my own recent commission of the same “mistake” (blue arrow). Ouch.

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A recent numerical expedition led me to these summary statistics from a 2009 Pew survey on Religion and Public Life.

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Looks like a typo to me. At a glance, the breakdown by age seems inconsistent with the aggregate result.

Most (about 85%) of the survey participants fell into one of the three oldest age groups, all of which favored gay marriage at a lower rate than the general population. The 65+ crowd, numbering 507, favored gay marriage at a rate a full 17 points lower than the rate for all ages combined. Although young’ens favor allowing Adam¹ and me (or Autumn and Eve) to get married legally, and they smile with approval at a rate almost 20 points higher than the rate for all ages combined, there are too few of them (only 283) to balance out the manier² old grumps and middle-aged semigrumps.

I have no reason to suspect the Pew folks of vulpigeration, so I tried to find an honest basis for these apparently contradictory figures.

Pew’s full report on survey question Q146a revealed one potential source of slop: the number under “Favor” seems be the sum of two individually rounded percentages: one for “Favor” and one for “Strongly Favor.” The actual survey instrument included both possible answers. Therefore, 39% could mean anything between 38% and 40%. Survey percentages are routinely rounded, but one expects 39% to mean somewhere between 38.5% and 39.5%.

Even allowing for extra slop, the numbers don’t agree. Here’s a tabulation (using the increased slop allowance) that gives the minimum and maximum numbers of favorers in each age group and (by summing) the minimum and maximum number of favorers among those in any age category.

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According to these numbers, between 34.8% and 36.8% of 1,980 respondents would be cool with my marrying Adam legally.

According to Pew’s summary chart (at the top), though, between 38% and 40% of 2,010 responses, or between 764 and 804 people, answered “Favor.” That’s quite a bit higher than the breakdown figures show, and even if the 30 people in no age category (who presumably withheld their age or were under 18) all favored gay marriage, the maximum (and an unlikely maximum, because it would require all the rounding and missing information to be skewed favorably) number of favorers is 759.

As another plausible scenario, I calculated a Total percentage based on the age breakdown but weighted according to the actual histogram of age in the U.S. Still no dice. If anyone has an idea, let me know.

¹ For the record, I’m currently Adamless and available

² manier, adjective. Comparative of many; more numerous. To be coined presently. Many and numerous are synonyms; if things can be more numerous, I see no reason they can’t also be more many, or manier.

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Mom, in front of a Resort Airlines C-46 Commando, probably on her honeymoon in 1950, but surely before September 28, 1953. The plane in the photo crashed at Louisville airport that day and was subsequently written off.

 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 

 

 

 
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  • someone who’s shown an interest in baking pans and irons
  • someone who has shown an interest in classical music recently
  • someone who has shown an interest in toys
  • someone who has shown an interest in hot cocoa
  • someone who has shown an interest in men’s clothing
  • someone who has shown an interest in men’s apparel
  • someone who has shown an interest in men’s dress clothes
  • someone who has shown an interest in Gillette, Old Spice, and Zest [1]
  • someone who has shown an interest in cutlery
  • someone who has shown an interest in joint health for your dog [2]
  • someone who has shown an interest in computers and wireless devices
  • someone who has shown an interest in camcorders
  • someone who has shown an interest in men’s shoes
  • someone who has shown an interest in GPS, sporting goods, or automotive
  • someone who has shown an interest in headphones
  • someone who has shown an interest in HDTVs
  • someone who’s shown an interest in rice cookers
  • someone who has shown an interest in Frito Lay chips and snacks
  • someone who has shown an interest in Leonidas chocolates
  • someone who has shown an interest in Haribo gummies [3]
  • someone who has shown an interest in air tools and compressors
  • someone who’s shown an interest in car care products or grinders and polishers
  • someone who has shown an interest in plumbing fixtures
  • someone who has shown an interest in hand tools
  • someone who has shown an interest in mice, keyboards, and tablets
  • someone who has shown an interest in groceries
  • someone who has shown an interest in seasonal lighting
  • someone who has shown an interest in ornaments
  • someone who has shown an interest in seasonings

[1] I’ve never shown an interest in Old Spice.
[2] It wasn’t my dog. It was my God dog, Scudder (below).
[3] I’ve shown more interest in Albanese gummies.

Scudder

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  1. Mister Hippo Says:

    Thanks for sharing your list. It makes me feel better to know that I’m not the only one: Amazon sees me as someone who has shown an interest in women’s magazines and books. What?!

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The Mathematics Genealogy Project now traces my mathematical genealogy back to Galileo, passing through BenkartJacobson, Chrystal, Maxwell, Hopkins, Sedgwick, Jones, CrankePostlethwaite, Whisson, Taylor (Walter, not Brook), Smith, Cotes, Newton, Barrowde Roberval, and Viviani along the way. Cool.

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Yesterday was my scheduled departure date for a two-week planning trip for a May/June 2007 Drew International Semester to Beijing, Xi’an, and Dunhuang. Boarding pass in hand, I arrived at gate C123 for the nonstop flight to Beijing. The flight was oversold, perhaps because it would arrive in China on a lucky day, 8/8, and the gate agent called for volunteers to take the next day’s flight. I don’t pretend to believe in fate, but I couldn’t help feeling some validation of the ambivalence I’d had about the timing of this trip, and I volunteered. Continental needed my seat, and I collected a boarding pass for today’s flight, two $350 travel vouchers, a taxi voucher to get home, and another day to consider postponing my trip.

I cancelled my itinerary last night, and I’ll make new plans to go in December or January. This month, I’ll spend a week in Phoenix with my mom instead of two weeks in China away from her. Dad died in June, and spending time with mom (and dad’s spirit) can’t wait until winter as easily as the trip to China can.

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