MORGAN'S MOMENT
“That’s all my savings right there…”
 He pointed to a jar of coins
     on the kitchen table
     between ashtray and radio.
 His comment was prompted
     by worry about who would pay me…
     he or the Funeral Director.
 I find such moments awkward…
     since my focus is on his grief
     not on whether I get paid.
 In church years I gave such money
     back to the church
     that was already paying me.
 In later years I’ve usually taken
     whatever I got
     forgetting when I didn’t get.
 The funeral director usually does it…
     hands me a check and obituary
     which I slip into an inside pocket.
 This time I got lucky…
     $100 that the Funeral Director
     had padded to make it worthwhile.
 Just for interest sake
     I added up all my minutes…
     travel, prep and everything.
 Over 8 hours divided into $100
     well over minimum wage
     at about $12.00 an hour.
 I couldn’t help thinking
    how I was paying a carpenter $28 an hour
    and thinking it a bargain.
 Dealing with raw grief
     isn’t about money
     and if so there’s no pay enough.
 I may be a sucker
     but I don’t want that sad man
     emptying his coin jar to pay me.
— Art Morgan 
MOMENT MINISTRIES
Jan. 15, 2001
home address:  25921 SW Airport Ave.
Corvallis, OR 97333   541-753-3942
email at  a-morgan@peak.org

MOMENT DATES
Thursday Night Moment Dates:
January 18 – Annual Meeting
February 22 – George W Birthday
March 22 – 
April 15 – Easter
The Thursday Night Moments will follow the usual Potluck format at the Morgan Estate on Airport Avenue. We gather at 6 for extra talk, eat at 6:30 sharp for more talk. Then follows the music and Art’s word. Then we’re out of there. Usually early. We look forward to great crowds!

REPORT
Since last report we’ve done our Christmas Eve thing at the Old World Deli. Another standing room only event. Our group was great in doing set-up, leading, and clean-up, all without committees! Thanks to Ted Cox and the Old World Deli for giving us room in the inn.
Christmas Day we stopped by Ashland (where Ken and Marilyn Salter put us up). We also get a visit with our Grandson, Aram (ie. Michael) and his mother, Sharon. Onward to Jean’s brother Earl in Palo Alto for a few days. We looking in on Lemon’s 50th in Berkeley on the way out.
Onward to a New Year’s Eve event in Idyllwild that is produced annually by the Salter clan. We provided scriptural input and comment and appropriate moment ministering. Then to Desert Hot Springs to make pastoral sick calls on Ross and Shirley Warren (Ross had IT) and brother Dave and wife Jamie (Jamie had IT). We had a room at a nearby spa and enjoyed sun. Even had a round of golf with my brother (1st in 25 years!) 
Home in time for granddaughter Lauren’s 18th BD. Way to go!! A funeral interfered with unpacking, not to mention doing an EKG and having a dental crown installed.
Many express concern and interest in my health situation, which is so fine that we have plans in the works for a February trip to the Arches for hiking, and a March trip to Baja for sun. There will be a couple of days in Seattle for a seed implant procedure that takes about an hour on January 25. I will complete my Triple Hormone Therapy at that time. There is every reason to expect excellent results from this early stage treatment. Thanks for concern. I’ll report.

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THANKSGIVING WITHOUT TAXES
          I’m already wishing I hadn’t written this. I know that it’s a piece that rises from my feelings more than my thoughts. At any rate I want to try to put some thoughts with my feelings.
          My feelings were stirred by a Thanksgiving Day article about smoking:
 
“Nearly half of all cigarettes purchased in the United States are smoked by  people who suffer from mental illness.” (Harvard Medical School)
          My brain whirled into a free-association mode. In most states a common way of increasing revenue for schools and social services is to add to the cigarette tax. We tax cigarettes so we won’t have to add to taxes of higher wage earners and corporations or property owners. 
          The “sin taxes,” on cigarettes, alcohol and gambling keep the public schools, universities and social services from further financial erosion.
          So, now we see who half of these “sin-taxers” are. They are the mentally ill, most of whom are in low or no income status.
          How humiliating it must be for teachers and professors and social workers to realize that their jobs are dependent on mentally ill smokers.
          How frightening to think what might happen if we actually got people to stop smoking. Someone else would have to pick up lost revenue. 
          My mind rambles onward. I’m thinking how we have made a relentless assault on treatment programs for the mentally ill. They are forced into community programs ill-prepared to care for and treat them. Their illnesses are often criminalized. I’m not sure of the actual data, but I overheard the head of our prison system (remember, we were picking grapes at a winery at time) guess that at least a third of prisoners could be listed as mentally ill. So being mentally ill is a crime in Oregon. It’s that way everywhere.
          Back to Holland—I forgot that you weren’t there—where a tour guide reminded us not to be offended by open use of marijuana. She said:
 
"We look at drug problems differently than you. For us it is not a crime problem but a health problem. We offer treatment rather than prison."
(Note the rolling of eyes of our group of white, middle (and upper) class citizens of the land of liberty and justice for all. Doesn’t she realize that if we cure these people we can’t tax their vices?)
          I’m trying to think whether there is anyone I haven’t already offended. 
          I hope I am not making anyone suspicious about friends who smoke. The “good” smokers are in trouble enough. We’ve closed them out of all public places in our town. We know not what we do, do we? I mean, we’re at risk of losing those cigarette taxes, don’t we realize? We may be denying comfort to the mentally ill who don’t have money (or motivation) for prescribed drugs, so compensate with high priced cigarettes.
          So, I’m thinking that when Squanto (or whoever it was) passed the pipe around after the first Thanksgiving, he was beginning to get even for the germ warfare and ethnic cleansing the white guys were inflicting on the red guys. He was starting an epidemic of mental illness for the white man to tax. This paved the way for opening of casinos so the Indians could capitalize on the white man’s desire to get something for nothing by taxing gambling. God bless America, but don’t make us pay for it. Let’s shift that responsibility to those who smoke (or gamble or drink).
          Now I see why I didn’t want to write this. A mind in free association may be a mind in free fall. Maybe I need a cigarette. It might not be good for me, but it’s good for America!

   Art Morgan – Thanksgiving 2000 (Published 1/15/2001)