Trip Log – Day 7 – Auburn, ME to Conway, NH

Screen Shot 2015-05-12 at 5.19.57 PMMiles Today: 59

Miles to Date: 434

May 12, 2015 – Partly cloudy, 65 degrees

 

I woke up hungry on the edge of town, unsure where I might find any food heading west. Fortunately I came upon a fresh farm stand where I got a couple of bananas, tangerines, a hunk of cheese and a container of GORP. That put me in good shape to tackle 30 miles of rolling countryside through Maine’s Lake Country.

IMG_1774My fascination with ‘stuff’ in Maine struck a new high today. All along the road from Auburn through Minot people had set giant piles of brush, lumber, old furniture, car parts and mildewed clothing by the curb. At one point I came upon a convoy of four orange dump trucks and a shovel truck. A team of sanitation workers in jump suits put whatever people had piled into the trucks. I am sure that this was not a typical trash day, but it was amazing to see how much stuff was headed to its final resting place buried in a landfill.

IMG_1775The narrow roads of back woods Maine are more like Appalachia than any other area of the East Coast I’ve ever seen. Houses with plastic covered windows and rusted trailer homes are littered with all kinds of yard stuff. Dogs bark loud, but fortunately, they’re tied tight. Towns and lakes with a tourist bent are pristine, but the back roads are cluttered with stuff past use, churches with an evangelical bent, country music references, and American flag motifs.

 

IMG_1792I stopped at Ricky’s Diner in Bridgton for lunch; patty melt with fries and a brownie sundae dessert. The waitress worked the room like a professional entertainer, brought extra napkins and exclaimed, “If it’s not messy, it’s not good.” Most of the patrons were older than me, and a good deal heftier. But it didn’t take long for folks to talk across tables, and soon I was passing out my card and asking people about tomorrow. Exactly how I imagined engaging people from a different perspective when I planned this trip. One guy with a deep, percussive voice turned out to be a bluegrass guitarist and singer. Jack D. Jolie has a great YouTube rendition of Bill Monroe’s Old, Old House.

IMG_1800The road to Fryeburg is perfect – a wide shoulder and fresh blacktop through a forest of gorgeous golden buds on black-trunked trees. The rise into Conway, NH is gradual. As I left Maine behind I realized what good luck I’ve had in traveling safe, meeting great people, and enjoying good cycling weather. It will be tough for other states to be as accommodating as Maine.

imagesWhen I pedaled up to the White Mountain Hostel I realized I’d been here before – 40 years ago on a college ski trip. Then, the place buzzed with winter activity. Now, I am between seasons and it’s very quiet. Still, it’s clean and friendlier than a motel. They gave me a prime room. The view out my window shows the sharp silhouette of the mountains. Tomorrow I am going to live in low gear.

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Trip Log – Day 6 – Waterville, ME to Auburn, ME

Screen Shot 2015-05-11 at 5.23.23 PMMiles Today: 60

Miles to Date: 375

May 10, 2015 – Overcast, 55 degrees

 

If the early bird gets the worm, I have a belly full of ‘em. My alarm went off – too loud – at 4:30 a.m. I was on the Surly in the early dawn, rolling through Waterville to get to MaineGeneral Medical Center for a 7:00 a.m. tour by CEO Chuck Hays. Most of the route was along a ridge road named Middle Street, which gave the gray morning a Zen quality.

The bulk of my career was in healthcare design, and I was fortunate to be involved in three greenfield hospital projects. Completely new hospitals are uncommon, and for an architect to have a hand in three is rare. During my journey I plan to visit them all: MaineGeneral (Augusta, ME, 2013), Dartmouth-Hitchcock Medical Center (Lebanon, NH 1991) and Bronson Healthcare (Kalamazoo, MI 1999). Each were state-of-the-art when designed and built, so visiting three facilities spaced about a decade apart should give some sense of how healthcare design has evolved.

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Chuck showed me the high points of the completed facility, but what struck me most about his tour was that Chuck greeted every employee we met by name. He spent extra attention describing the staff communication systems and the focus on quality food. When we finished, I rushed back to the cafeteria and devoured two bowls of steel cut oats with fresh fruit and brown sugar. After being up more than three hours and riding over twenty miles, I was hungry.

IMG_1763The ride to Lewiston was uneventful. The weather was nippy, Dense trees in every shade of green stood tight to the road, from golden buds to deep evergreens, but the diffuse light softened their variety.

 

 

IMG_1771Lewiston is a former mill town. Although Bates College has a beautiful campus and the Basilica of Saints Peter and Paul is remarkable downtown is struggling. I met with Muhidin Libah, Executive Director of SBCMALA (Somali Bantu Community of Lewiston, ME) in the two-room suite on an upper floor of a grimy, aging edifice.

It was after three when I rode to a motel in the direction of tomorrow’s ride. This was my first night in a motel, and my first night staying with proprietor Patel! On my last long trip, I discovered that Indian’s rule the locally owned motel world, and many of them are named Patel. At least in Maine, that has not changed. I was too beat to venture out for dinner, but my steel cut oats were still stuck to my belly.

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Profile Response – Taylor Whitworth and Tylor Hess

HWWLT Logo on yellowTaylor Whitworth is a Research Associate at Evidera, a consulting firm that provides health economics, outcomes research, market access, data analytics and epidemiology services to large pharmaceutical companies. Taylor studied International Relations at James Madison University and has a Masters in Healthcare Administration from Georgetown. Tylor Hess is a PhD. candidate in Mechanical Engineering at MIT. Tylor and I met in yoga teacher training during spring 2014, while he was taking a year away from his studies. He is one of the most integrated thinkers I’ve met, of any age. We share analytical bents, yoga, and meditation practices. We also shared brunch at Cambridge Brewing Company in Cambridge, MA on Taylor’s 27th birthday.

How will we live tomorrow?

Tylor and TaylorTH – I don’t have much to say about this, though I’ve given it some thought. My ideas run in different directions, but I have no one great guess. The future is hard to predict. Consider the quote attributed to Henry Ford, “If I had asked my customers what they wanted, they would have said faster horses.” We don’t have a paradigm of how to analyze forward.

The places I go mentally are not positive. There’s this surge of dystopian books and movies among my generation. I attribute it back to that image of the earth that was taken from space in 1969; this blue green ball in a sea of black. It defined us as finite. Before then, every image was from the top of a mountain or even an airplane. Regardless, the earth stretched as far as we could see. That image from space showed our limits. It triggered the environmental movement.

imagesOur relationship to the planet is all wrong. We treat resources as commodities. We talk about ‘producing’ oil, not depleting oil.

In my lifetime we will encounter shortages so severe they may trigger wars. Over issues like clean water. Probably not in California, although whose idea was it to build a city in the desert. More likely we’ll see violence in Bangladesh or another developing location.

imgresThe scientific consensus is that MIT’s campus will be underwater within 100 years. Who could have predicted that when the campus was built 100 years ago? We only find out this things after the fact, when it is often difficult, expensive, or impossible to address. Like these dead zones we’ve discovered in the oceans, masses of water so devoid of oxygen they cannot support life. Will these expand or come to the surface? What will this mean for our water systems?

Or take animal extinction. Species are becoming extinct at a rate 1,000 times faster than historical models.

Just so you know, I am going pessimistic here, then I’ll go optimistic. Bum you out then build you up.

The past is not an indicator of the future, especially if you base your predictions on scientific fact. The industrial revolution led to the technological revolution. This has resulted in an underdevelopment of how we get along. This disconnect between our technical ability and social organization plays out daily on both a massive and small scale.

Start-up companies create an innovative culture at a small scale, but there are no precedents at larger scale – the scale of government or countries. We have no precedent for the cooperation we will need to address global warming. There has never been a problem that affected every corner of the world and required such coordinated action.

images-1Why did we evolve from bonobo’s? They are aggressive, mean, and kill other monkeys. Why didn’t we evolve from orangutans? They are more peaceful and cooperative. Our worst traits are related to bonobos, our best traits to orangutans. Yet we are more closely evolved from bonobos.

TW – Human behavior is fungible. We can twist and bend but only to a point.

TH – Have you seen Gattaca? It’s a 1990’s sci-fi thriller that deals with DNA modification. Now, DNA modification is possible but the ethical issues have not caught up with the science. Do we want to control the intervention of gene lines? We think we can make improvements, but what if don’t improve? What if we create ill side effects? What if getting a disease switches from something that comes from God to something derived from human error?

imgres-1The United States is not going to lead in this, given our Christian foundation, but others will take this on. We will miss out leading the exploration of humans with greater speed and strength, or the creation of a servant, zombie class.

TW – The focus should be on improving the quality of our lives, not design optimization. When something is random, it’s no one’s choice. Once we are ‘designed’ we lose our ability to make choice. Our lives are predetermined by our formulation.

Our plates have been empty for some time. The waiter comes by with the check. Tylor motions for him to lay it on the table, and says, “We are going to be here awhile.” Taylor and I exchange looks and laugh. “Remember, he began with, ‘I don’t have much to say about this.’”

TH – That was a tangent, genetics. Let’s go back to tomorrow. Speed is an important consideration. Mohr’s law posits that the speed of computing doubles every two years. Related laws in other disciplines also indicate a huge acceleration in the rate of change of many systems on earth. But from a systems dynamic perspective, every system follows an S-curve. Whatever the system is, it grows increasingly fast until it runs up against an inhibitor. Then it flattens. Mohr’s law will not hold forever. Computing speed will hit an inhibitor, at the atomic level, and it will not continue to increase as rapidly as it does today. That will happen with other systems as well – population, production, climate. Right now we are at a point where many systems are accelerating, and we don’t even know what the inhibitors are.

The undertone of rational thought about tomorrow is pessimistic. The undertone of mindfulness about tomorrow is optimistic.

images-2We might be on the cusp of enlightenment, to move from a focus on extending life to a focus on improving life. Look at therapy. Since the 1980’s every form of therapy has included more focus on mindfulness. Religion is at an odd place. The growth is strongest at each extreme – fundamentalism and atheism. What if a religion based on a less defined sense of God actually took off? The legacy of existing culture argues against this happening, but humans have precedent for religions based within us, it’s possible.

In software development we hack / edit/ augment a program up to a point to tweak it to address new problems. But at some point the code does not address our needs and we refactor. That’s what humans need to do – refactor. We need a non-violent revolution. We may be able to use the tools within our existing government to radically change it. But if not, we need to refactor.

Thomas Jefferson anticipated that the United States might have a revolution every 20 years. We are long overdue.

It’s possible to refactor incrementally. We could change the government bit by bit – first make the post office relevant, than another sector, then a third. The challenge is that when you refactor incrementally, each revised system still has to interface with existing, antiquated systems. Still, it can be done.

The cool thing about our generation is that we’re fickle. And we’ve bought into American values, i.e. money. Not exactly a recipe for revolution. But, if you want to make heaven of hell and hell of heaven, you just have to reassess values. Fickleness can actually help us here. Want to learn patience? Reassess your values. Reframe sitting in traffic as mediation and it won’t bother you anymore.

images-3TW – Context is everything. The world of yoga has one set of values; corporate America has another. A wonderful person can become an executioner in the right context.

TH – Look at Nazi Germany.

Humans can hold within us completely contrasting ideas. These mental dissonances can lead to psychological stress and disruptive actions. We have the ability to be divisive, even within ourselves. Yet we also have the capacity, and can work toward, coherence.

Look at politics. If the Republicans want less government, why do they put such emphasis on creating social restrictions? The Democrats are equally inconsistent.

TW – The Republican dissonance is more extreme right now. They may wind up splitting in two. The extremes are tearing against the center. Look at Mitt Romney. He’s not such a bad guy, but he got pulled all over the place.

TH – We are bonobos and we are orangutans, and the question is, can we program the orangutan out of ourselves?

TW – Can we create an environment that fosters our orangutan side?

TH – Look at alligators, so angry all the time. They have this huge Abdulla mandala. It’s a biological explanation. Did you hear about the nice guy who turned sexual predator? This is not a joke. They discovered he had a tumor that caused his behavior. They took out the tumor, and he stopped. Then he started again and you know what, the tumor had reappeared.

images-4TW – There are no good or bad people. We are functions of our environment.

TH – We have to understand that better. We have to stop thinking that that we are 100% in control. 95% of what we do is on autopilot; maybe 5% is actual creative activity. If we can reorient our 95% autopilot actions in a more positive direction, we can change. For me, meditation is reprogramming my autopilot self to react with positive responses.

After two hours of discussion that touched on evolution, revolution, psychology, technology, extinction and extraction, we ended within our own core. This brought us full circle to Tylor’s first comment of the afternoon, when he talked about graduate student life.

TH – I am loving life so much more since I stepped away from so many activities. I was involved in all of these activities that were existentially what I wanted, but classes, research, and meditation all suffered. Since I started focusing on those basics, my day to day is better. It’s like the oxygen mask that drops down in the plane in an emergency; you have to put your mask on first before assisting others. I wasn’t living as I wanted at MIT. I was doing stuff I wanted to do, but not being the person I want to be.

 

 

 

 

 

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Trip Log – Day 5 – Belfast, ME to Waterville, ME

Screen Shot 2015-05-11 at 5.09.12 PMMiles Today: 43

Miles to Date: 315

May 10, 2015 – Sunny, 65 degrees

 

IMG_1740Today I turned the first big corner of my trip. Coastal Maine dawned foggy, but by the time Jim Merkel, Susan, and I enjoyed a vegetable omelet, hash browns, oranges, and toast with strawberry jam, the sun was peeking out. Jim rode the first ten miles with me, climbing away from the sea on Route 137 West. After he turned back at the hilltop overlooking Knox Center, the countryside widened out, the swales became more generous. The farms expanded as well – big Holstein operations eclipsed smaller, more locally focused farms. The landscape felt Midwestern, as did the optimistic village names – Freedom, Hope, Union, and Unity.

Maine has a wonderful web of small highways and drivers are very respectful of cyclists. Route 220 from Knox Corner to Unity is a glorious stretch on a perfect road. I stopped at the Unity General Depot for lunch; a hybrid general store, restaurant, and gas station with Subway and Dunkin’ Donut franchises. So far removed from the organic sustainability I just left. What General Depot lacked in charm and nutritional value it made up for in activity – the place was packed on Mother’s Day noon. This was my first of what will likely be many Subway meals. Subway is the most ubiquitous franchise in the United States, and in many small towns like Unity, it is the only lunch option. As fast food goes, it is better than most; you can pile your sandwich with veggies.

The ride from Unity to Waterville was easy. The day grew hot and blackflies swarmed me along marshy stretches. Why do they always fly in your mouth? Coming into Benton I noticed yard sales, many of them on this lovely Sunday afternoon. Then I noticed storage facilities. Larger yard sales, and even more storage facilities. On our morning ride, Jim revealed how difficult it was to keep stuff in check. Since writing Radical Simplicity he had moved in with Susan, combined two households, fathered a child, bought forty acres, built a house, a greenhouse, purchased a car, and a boat. “I don’t know where to put it all, and I wrote a book about it.” Cycling past yards full of junk, stuff for sale, cars, trucks, and rows of storage buildings, the number of objects along this small sliver of Maine boggled my mind.

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I stopped at one of the better organized sales. Chuck Norris, or so he called himself, and his wife have run a yard sale every Friday, Saturday and Sunday for over twenty years. They have a big tent with tables full of paraphernalia, and larger items spread on the driveway on this nice day. It’s their hobby and business. They pick up stuff from auctions and wholesales, and then sit in their driveway during the long summer days passing it on to others. I was drawn to an antique metal Shop Rite truck, but of course I didn’t buy anything. I am traveling light.

I rolled into Waterville to visit my friend Gail just after four, and just before afternoon thunderstorms descended. She and her housemate Ruth gave me a wonderful dinner and we speculated on how we will live tomorrow.

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Profile Response: Gale Batchelder

HWWLT Logo on yellowGale Batchelder is a poet and founder of New Leadership Group, an executive search company that specializes in working with non-profit organizations. We met for dinner at the West Side Lounge in Cambridge.

 

 

How will we live tomorrow?

imgres“I want to dissect the question, debate the relevance of every word. It’s my nature to take things apart. I’m so concerned about the fracturing going on in our society. Is it from the Internet? Reality TV? Where is mutual respect? Where are manners? I feel like an old person saying this, but how did we evolve to letting it all hang out, to being vulgar as a matter of right?

“I don’t see how we are going to hold together; maybe we shouldn’t. Let’s just let the two coasts become one country, the middle could form its own nation, and the South should just go. We are such a new country – two hundred years is nothing in the span of history. We have been a bold experiment about individualism but maybe it has run its course. Everyone being different is not strong enough glue to cohere us.

I mention to Gale that I plan to visit intentional communities throughout my travels.

images“When we think about intentional communities our first impression is that they’re good. But are they? The United States has always had intentional communities, from the pilgrims to MOVE. They thrive at each end of the political and economic spectrum. Immigrants cluster together when they arrive. They seek out the support of others with similar culture, language and customs as they get their bearings. But the affluent form intentional communities as well, that’s what gated communities are all about. Where is the line between a community that provides support to its members and a community that divides and excludes?

“I don’t know. I wish I could be more positive when I think about tomorrow. But I can’t.”

 

 

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How will we live tomorrow? – Responses 3

How will we live tomorrow?

“The same as we do today. 

Chuck Norris, Weekend Flea Marketer for over 20 years, Benton, ME

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How will we live tomorrow? 

A biology teacher’s words in college drove home to me, a very elementary point: “To survive, one must exist.” So the way we will live tomorrow may well depend on how successful we are at existing today. It’s just too easy to concentrate on all the wrongs and injustices in our existence and wonder how we and our children can ever hope to get by tomorrow. This quandary is not new — our fathers and our grandparents before them, likely asked the same question. So I think the answer must lie in our resolve to persevere and do what is right, no matter how challenging the obstacles must be. And often times that’s a lonely place to be. In the end, generations from now, I can only speculate what the answer might be, if in fact it is able to be captured by words. Maybe it’ll be some combination of love, learning from the past, empathy, forgiveness, humility, and constructive intelligence.

Harry Mears, Oceanographer, Seabrook, NH

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How will we live tomorrow?

“Let me ask my three kids. They’ll have ideas.”

Maryse Newton, Painter, York, ME

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How will we live tomorrow?

My vision of the future (at least my future) is probably some version of the Golden Girls that involves guys (at least my guy), a strong sense of community, involvement in activities and causes that I love (ESL tutoring, The Women’s Lunch Place), a dog, lots of walking & periods of living abroad for a few months at a time.  I believe our generation will live more communally and pool resources to address issues of aging and to maintain independence, choice and adventure in our lives. 

Ellen Slater, Wellesley College Class of 1978, Needham, MA

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How will we live tomorrow?

“Well I have lots of plans tomorrow, because it’s Mother’s Day. I’m going out to breakfast with my three year old, and then to my mom’s and then to my husband’s mom.”

Mary Shaw, Shopkeeper, Hope, ME

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How will we live tomorrow?

The ability to connect through the Internet will turn connections into concrete action. We will be able to tell stories of hope that can be harnessed to level the playing field slightly. Our hemp spinners do not even have cell phones or electricity, let alone Internet or the language skills required to use it, but their children will. What the spinners do have is incredible survival skills, for which we owe them deep respect. 

Docey Lewis, 3 Form, Materials with a mission in Nepal, New Harmony, IN

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How will we live tomorrow?

“I like what I’m doing here, but if I have to, I can escape to Northern Maine. It’s sustainable up there; with a few solar panels, you have everything you need.

“I should be out of debt within a year. Getting a divorce, moving twice, starting the business, making some big mistakes right off the bat – they all took their toll. I’m thinking of getting a mobile unit with Wi-Fi. I could work from the road, travel to meet new clients, and expense it all.

“Tomorrow I want to travel more. Get a condo in Florida for the winter, play golf.”

Chris Marston, Graphic Designer & small business owner, Portland, ME

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How will we live tomorrow?

I have been struggling with this question since you posed it more than six weeks ago.    I don’t have positive outlooks for our future.   I see more fighting over territory, beliefs and biases.  Our country is like a very large family.  Not everyone comes out quite right, not everyone heeds to the guidelines and rules; lots of competitive fighting for control and voice.  There will always be the bully, the quiet one, the one with the brains, and the one that just wants us all to get along. Who got more, who has less, who is bigger…….  Why can’t I ……..?

So, outside of the family, how will we live?   Probably more alone than ever before.  Our tech devises will substitute for humans.   We will continue to find comfort in consumption.  Except real food will be unaffordable, or unattainable for some.   Our health and health care will continue to change, grow and develop. New diseases, new fights for cures  – in all aspects, mental and physical.    And the source of life – water – will be sparse.

Agriculture will be science projects.  Fruits and vegetables will change.  Animal farms won’t be recognizable.

There is another side….  We will be a cautious society.  We will work with the frailty of our earth and water.   We will begin to educate in other ways and forms that is not a blueprint for all learners.

As our planet ages, and family of inhabitants – we shall become much wiser and have the tools to not repeat mistakes.  Let’s hope. 

I hope to live tomorrow believing in what we can achieve, if we work for it.  And ridding of extraneous biases.   Also, I want to live by the ocean and grow my own veggies 🙂

Adela Taylor, retired RN, Newark, DE

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Trip Log – Day 4 –Union, ME to Belfast, ME

Screen Shot 2015-05-10 at 1.29.12 PMMiles Today: 30

Miles to Date: 272

May 9, 2015 – Cloudy, 55 degrees

 

IMG_1723I opened my eyes and greeted the domed skylight in the center of the yurt’s roof above me. Dozens of rafters splayed out of create this giant circle. The wind outside made the canvas roof pucker. I was cozy in my sleeping bag. My imagination spun at the thrill of adventure. I simultaneously felt far from home.

There is a consciousness to yurt living, Rose and Jeremy style. Jeremy set a fire in the wood stove. Rose chopped piles of fresh vegetables for a frittata. I took a bath in their deep tub. The long bath was luxurious, but like so much of conscious living, it would be time consuming on a daily basis. The yurt sits on a square concrete walkout basement, which creates odd foundation geometries were round meets square. Rose and Jeremy plan to move the yurt to another plot and construct a more conventional house; divided into rooms, including a bathroom with a shower.

IMG_1718 Being round, the yurt invites interaction, which is well suited to Rose’s work. Two days ago she called me on the road. “Can I do a workshop Saturday morning based on your question?” I was planning a short travel day, so decided linger in Union and participate. Ten people gathered beneath the yurt’s dome and Rose led us through a series of explorations that touched on the individual and community, where we are today, where we’d like to be tomorrow, and how to get there. I must confess being a bit skeptic of group process exercises, but the morning was insightful and emotionally powerful.

IMG_1728When I rode away about one o’clock, I needed a few hours of solitude to process the intensity. The ride from Union to Belfast goes through beautiful countryside, forests and farms. The topography is hill after hill after hill. Long, low gear climbs followed by fast, all to quick, descents. I spent my mid-afternoon break at the Hope General Store with a Diet Coke and Whoopie Pie, a ridiculously sweet Maine staple.

 

IMG_1731The side of the rod was littered with fiddlehead ferns. I rolled into Belfast about 5 p.m. Belfast is a picturesque coastal town that has transitioned out of manufacturing with great spirit. I crossed the Passagasawakeag River on the high bridge on Route 1. Then I turned off the Atlantic Highway for one final time, and climbed the hill on opposite rise to spend the night with Jim Merkel, long-distance cyclist, environmental education, and author of Radical Simplicity, and his family.

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Profile Response – Kathy Spirer, Executive Director of Cambridge at Home

HWWLT Logo on yellowKathy Spirer is Executive Director of Cambridge at Home, a non-profit group that helps elderly people stay in their own homes. Cambridge at Home provides a desirable, economical, option to assisted living and other institutional care. Aging in place is important among the continuum of options that allow us to grow old with grace, dignity, and safety. We spoke at her office in Cambridge, MA.

Cambridge at Home started eight years ago. We are the second oldest ‘village for aging’ in community in the United States. The first was founded on Beacon Hill, in Boston. Now there are 160 groups within the village-to-village network across the United States. All operate with same goal: to enable people to live at home with independence and safety. We connect memberimagess to services, from home health to handymen, to meals. We also sponsor a range of exercise and social activities, including a book group, scrabble, bridge, a discussion group, and even an exercise group that meets three times a week. About three-fourths of our members are mobile, so sociability is a big part of what we provide.

We currently have just over 200 households and have been steady in that number for many years. Anyone over the age of 50 can join. Current members range between 58 and the late 90’s, though most are over 80.

I asked Kathy if research about villages for aging provided data to support their efficacy.

The Village-to-Village network works with researchers at UC Berkeley to get data and quantify the benefits of these programs, to see how aging in place affects length and quality of life. Since we’ve been around for such a short time and the variables are great, it is difficult to quantify at this time. However, we are going to need data to get insurers or other third party payers to decide these programs are worthwhile. Our demographic are people with too many assets to get public assistance but not so wealthy they can easily pay all the costs of staying in their homes.

People join for many reasons. For some, this is a friendly charity; others join as insurance against a catastrophe. Some join from their hospital bed – the catastrophe has already happened. Still others join for the social aspect and come to use the other services in time. Adult children often try to enroll their parents, but we prefer the parents to enroll. We want parents to want our services. Adult children can be enemy #1, pressing parents for more services or moving them before parents are ready. Children want peace of mind that their parents are safe, parents want to hold on to what is familiar and gives them independence. imgres-2

When assisted living developments began, people flocked to them. Then, around 2008, many people realized they couldn’t afford them. Assisted living has a run rate from $4000 to $10,000 per month. Plus the extras. The least expensive option for most seniors, until they require 24-hour care, is to stay in their home.

Home modifications can be an obstacle to aging in place, but they are a one-time cost. The biggest challenge for most people is actually transportation. People want independence, and that is difficult without a car. Public transportation is a real challenge for people with mobility issues, shared van services are affordable, but inconvenient, while taxis and ride services are expensive.

I asked how buddy systems, where seniors check in on each other every day, contribute to people staying in their own homes.

Buddy systems are popular and effective in many parts of the country, but we’ve had little luck instituting them in Cambridge. People in Cambridge are very independent. They bristle at the idea that someone ought to check in on them. The reason we don’t have 300 households in Cambridge at Home is because too many people don’t think they need our services, until it is too late, and then they need even more services.

I asked Kathy, how will we live tomorrow?

images-5In order to live in the future, we are going to need to learn how to ask for help and receive help in a respectful manner. I know an 82-year-old man who every day drives to Newton to care for his 100-year-old mother. She never counted on living so long; he never counted on giving her care when he is so old. We are living longer, our frail years are extending, but it is difficult for us to ask for and receive help.

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Trip Log – Day 3 – Portland, ME to Union, ME

Screen Shot 2015-05-09 at 3.06.10 PMMiles Today: 88

Miles to Date: 242

May 8, 2015 – Sunny, windy, 55 degrees

 

The reality of this trip hit me hard in the face today, in the form of a 30-mile head wind. I started the day with a group discussion of how will we live tomorrow at SMRT, the Portland architecture firm with whom I worked a few years ago. After a stimulating conversation, I walked out of their waterfront offices to a hard wind shift.

IMG_1706I pedaled 15 miles along Casco Bay to Yarmouth, where I met with folks from DeLorme, the mapping company, to discuss trends in mapping and satellite location systems. I was mesmerized by Eartha, the largest globe in the world (42’ diameter). When we hold a globe in our hands, the earth seems manageable. A three-story tall planet revolving on its axis is both inspiring and humbling.

It was well past noon when I climbed back on the bike for a 66 mile trek to Union. Two friends of my cousin Andy heard about my trip and invited me to their yurt. I knew it would be a long haul, but their invitation was so genuine, I told them I’d shoot to arrive by seven. Immediately, I knew I was overly optimistic. The wind was steady, fierce and spot on. I alternated between being on Route 1 and side road spurs, but no matter where I went, the wind found me out.

After a terrific lunch at Wild Oats Bakery in Brunswick, I did thirty miles without a break – earning my bikes namesake of Long Haul Trucker. Twenty more miles brought me within shooting distance of Union. I was up in hills now, away from the coat. The horizontal sun streamed through the trees, but I wanted to get there before dark. Somehow, I missed the road and needed to call – twice – to find the dirt road that led to the cozy yurt.

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It was after eight when I arrived, but my road woes evaporated in a moment. Rose and Jeremy had invited friends for potluck. A dozen of us spent the evening eating chicken with apples, bow-tie pasta in pesto and berry cobbler, while discussing how will we live tomorrow. By the time I crawled into my sleeping bag under the moonlit skylight in the middle of their circular home, I was exhausted by satisfied.

 

 

 

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Profile Response – Cambodian Mutual Assistance Association

HWWLT Logo on yellowWhen I went looking for a needle in the haystack of humanity halfway across the world, I found the Cambodian Mutual Assistance Association (CMAA).

A bit of explanation. My daughter Abby is a Peace Corps Volunteer in Cambodia. When I visited her in 2013, the father of the family she lives with gave me a photo of a man he’d known in a Thai refugee camp in the 1980’s. His friend had immigrated to America. Could I find him? Abby translated the impossibility of this to two middle-aged men,in Khmer and English. Abby’s Cambodian father insisted. Abby’s American father agreed to do what I could. I recalled that the Catholic Church kept careful lists of Irish immigrants to America in the 1840’s; perhaps similar accounts exist for those who escaped the killing fields.

With only a first name and a twenty-year-old photo, I contacted CMAA. Eventually, my query wended through Catholic Charities and the UN High Commission on Refugees, to no avail. In the meantime, CMAA had purchased a light industrial shell in the middle of Lowell’s Cambodian neighborhood and asked me to help them convert it into office and meeting space. They moved in last year, but I had not seen the completed construction. CMAA seemed a perfect first stop on my odyssey.

CMAA is a modern day settlement house, not unlike those founded by Jane Addams over 125 years ago. It’s a lean operation. Sakieth Sako Long, Director of Programs, was manning the reception desk when I arrived. Brian Chen worked at the consultation station nearby.

IMG_1612The essence of CMAA’s work boils down to three components: community, language, and work. Lowell is the second largest Cambodian community in the United States (Long Beach, CA is larger). According to the census, there are over 30,0000 Cambodians in Lowell, though Sakieth believes there are more. When the United States began bringing Cambodian refugees to the U.S in the late 1970’s, Lowell was one of several host communities, but soon became a magnet. Many Cambodians in Lowell landed in other places, and then sought out this former mill city.

Brian explained how there was a single Cambodian store in 1980. Thirty-five years later, Lowell’s Cambodians have moved from a small minority to a major force. There are dozens of Cambodian businesses. Cambodians teach in the public schools, serve as police, and two have sat on the City Council. The Lowell Sun’s 2014 Woman of the Year was Bopha Malone, President of CMAA’s Board of Directors, and Lowell’s mayor recently visited Cambodia.

Language is a major obstacle for immigrant integration. During the hour I spent at CMAA an ESL class in the adjacent classroom recited personal pronouns, while several elderly Khmer arrived, government forms in hand, seeking clarification. Although Brain explained that all the first generation children are fluent in English, and some have already lost Khmer, there is still a steady influx of immigrants and elderly who have not mastered English.

Executive Director Sovanna Pouv is a 34-year-old encapsulation of Lowell’s Cambodian transition. The slight, energetic man came to Chicago when he was one, moved to Lowell at age eight, worked a variety of jobs both public and private before taking the helm at CMAA a year ago. He gave me a tour of the offices, which are filled Cambodian art.

IMG_1611 Brain’s desk is in front of a mural-size painting of stone carvings similar to those at Angkor Wat. When I told him about my visit there in 2013, he said he had visited five times. He choked up at the memory of that sacred place and the civilization it represented. “Angkor Wat makes you feel proud.” But when I asked him “How will we live tomorrow?” the middle-aged man who has been at CMAA for eighteen years, owns a house in Lowell and has two teenage children in the Lowell schools did not dwell on his homeland. “Some day I want to visit the Grand Canyon.”

Souvanna Pouv begged off my direct question, “Let me think on that and send you something.” Yet his actions at CMAA answer it in a very tangible way. “We hare having our first Citizenship Clinic here this weekend. People who have been working on their applications will come together. We’ll have attorneys and social workers to review and help complete everything. I kept putting off my own citizenship; I didn’t get it until I was 27. But the goal is to have people finish up everything they need and have 50 applications in the mail by the end of the day.”

Within one generation these foreigners have become the mainstream.

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