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Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Good Bye Pete




Sometimes I hadda work late into the a.m. baby sitting a demo or a special operation.  I usually had to run to catch the last train out of Grand Central, which was about 1:00am.  If I’d miss it I would have to spend the night on the cold stone floor of the terminal until the first train in the morning around 5:00 o’clock.  This one night I was especially tired and just set foot on the train as the doors were closing.  I found a three-seater and curled up to try to get a little bit of sleep while the local hit every stop from GCT to Beacon.  The fluorescent lights and the announcements made it nearly impossible to rest but I was so tired I fell asleep before we’d hit 125th street. 

I was awakened by a racket coming from a group of three guys in the four-seater up by the door at the end of the car.  They were hooping and partying to beat the band.  I tried to ignore it but I just couldn’t get back to sleep so I sat up, ready to kill, and, to my surprise, I saw that it was “the band”.  There sat Pete Seeger and a couple of his buddies louder then hell and having a great ol’ time. 

You see famous people all the time in New York City.  I am not the type to go after autographs or intrude in a famous person’s personal space.  I just wanted to go back to sleep.  I laid back down to try one more time.  The party rolled on and I found sleep impossible.  I suppose that laying on the seat they might not have even known I was there-the car was almost empty and blowing off a little steam must have seemed a natural thing for Pete and his buddies probably after a show. 

Finally I stood up and pointed straight at Pete.  He saw me and looked me in the eye.  I said, “Guy works all day and can’t even catch a little nap on Metro North at 1:00am!  Shame on you Pete!”  I was half mad and half joking.  He was a perceptive man.  The car was silent.  He said, “Sorry about that!  Come on over here.”  I shimmied down the narrow aisle.  When I got there he stood up and offered me his hand.  Same for his friends.  Smiles all around.  He asked me my name then he offered me a seat.  I wished I coulda been better company and taken part in the hullabaloo but after 18 hours of work I was beat.   I declined, not wanting to crash the party. 

He reached into a bag and pulled out a book.  “I got this book,” he says, “haven’t read it yet but a fellow banjo player said it was a pretty good one.”  It was “Country-the Twisted Roots of Rock and Roll” and he opened it up to the title page and wrote, “For Randy! Pete Seeger” and drew a little picture of a banjo.  I thanked him and I went back to my seat and curled back up into a ball.  The party proceeded at a quieter level and I even got a few minutes of sleep! At Peekskill I said good by to the three of them by the door as I left. 

I still have the book.  And the memory.  And his music.  Rest in peace, Pete.

Saturday, January 18, 2014

My Baby Bought Me the Good Stuff



My Baby Bought Me the Good Stuff


You went out this morning
To care for your dear ol’ Mom.
You must have made a pit stop
On your way home.
Unloading the SUV
You handed me a brown paper sack
Said “I got you a little present
If you don’t like it I can take it back”.

I been drinking such mediocre hootch
And it taste just like shit
I been craving the good stuff
And darling, this is it.

What can I bring you back
From the orient?
What can I get you from the farm?
What little favor can I do for you?
I’d give you my blood
Or my left arm!

You take me back
To a time when life was sweet
Swimming naked
In the Middle Earth pool
A time when I was happy
Being a big ol’ fool.
You’ve got no problem
With my foul mouth
You put up with my moods
And my forays to the south
You’re the real goods
You’re the sweet smell
Of dry clothes on the line
And cut grass
In the summer time.

You’re the real deal
I never bargained for.
You’re the happy ending
The big surprise.
The smile.
The fortune cookie
That comes true.
You’re the good stuff.
That’s you.

Friday, January 17, 2014

Enter The Maze of American Health Care-bring a shovel!



Health care in America is a maze of poor information and inefficiency.
AARP United Health Care- Medicare Solutions Adds to the Confusion
When you want medical help you don’t want to spend hours looking for a doctor.  If you are enrolled in a Medicare “Advantage Plan" underwritten by a major health care management corporation you might assume that a doctor is easy to find.  You just pick up the provider directory (the telephone book sized reference sent you in the mail) and call one of the physicians close to your home and make an appointment.  Even if it isn’t an emergency, no one wants to spend hours on the phone trying to locate a doctor who will see them.  I am here to say that finding a doctor in the provider network of the AARP United Health Care- Medicare Solutions Plan is a torturous process that will have you sitting on the phone, pecking away at the computer, and having painful and repetitive conversations with strangers for hours on end. 
Let me say that I do not go to doctors frequently. In my experience in the labyrinth of the American medical system I have always been lucky to have had a decent health plan attached to my employment package.   I saw the same doctors for decades.  I knew them and they knew me.  I thought Medicare would be a continuation of that sort of care.  Not so!  Medicare is a maze unto itself.  Layered upon the maze of Medicare regulations, price structures, donut holes and a thousand and one frustrating dates and deadlines is the “Advantage Plan”, a sort of Medicare privatization that is supposed to reduce costs for participants and provide good care within a network of providers.  I do not pretend to be an expert in the workings of either Medicare or the “Advantage Plan” but I relate one experience for the reader to consider.
I have a pain.  I live with it until I see it is not going away by itself.  I take out my United Health Care plastic wallet card and call the primary care physician given me by the “plan”.  When I signed up for the “plan” and saw that my own doctor was not a participant I should have known that the “plan” was not for me.  But I signed up anyway.  I assumed I could easily get used to another doctor and the plan seemed to have dozens in my area.  There was no answer at the office/doctor listed on my card so I took out the provider directory and began, what turned out to be, a two and a half hour juggernaut of phone calls and dead-ended conversations.  I found many of the listed providers put me through a vetting process, extracting mass quantities of personal and contact info only to find out afterward that they didn’t accept the UHC insurance.   After the first few calls I began each conversation telling the receptionist exactly what my insurance was so there would not be a lot of wasted time.  It did not matter.  Though I’d warned them upfront and even scheduled appointments a final reminder at the end of the process turned up that the insurance was unacceptable and my time was wasted.  Once I was sent on a “goose chase” calling the accounting department of a large doctor’s group only to find that they did not accept AARP United Health Care- Medicare Solutions Plan! 
Remember-all of these doctors are listed in the 2014 list of providers given me by the plan when I signed up!
Out of the twenty providers I called, half refused to accept the insurance at all.  Of the balance, many were not answering the phone and there was no message machine or any way to know if they were even in business.  I left messages on a half dozen machines but have received no return call in twenty-four hours.  The only place that would give me an appointment was a community clinic and the appointment was for a week in the future.  I was informed that they do accept the “benefits” but the doctor who participates in the plan only comes to the clinic for four hours, one day a week.
I was frustrated and shocked with this experience.  So I called the provider.  I spoke to a woman who gave me the phone listings a half dozen more providers in my area and I kept her waiting while I cross checked them.  Half of them I’d already called and didn’t accept the plan, and the rest of them were either too far away to be of any use to me or were in the same clinic where I’d gotten my appointment.  I asked to talk to a supervisor.
This is where I entered the “Twilight Zone”.  I told her about my experiences in the pages of the provider directory.  She apologized and, according to the supervisor, the plan had recently been “cleaning up” and they were “updating” the directory.  In fact, she said, United Health Care turned away many, many providers who wanted to participate in the plan.  Why, I asked, would you want to limit the number of providers, and if so many wanted to participate why couldn’t I find any in a metropolitan area like Westchester county, New York?  Her answer was not intelligible.  I asked her if I used the on-line directory would I find more doctors who actually accepted the plan.  She said “Yes!”
Today I went to the provider directory (PDF on-line) and it was for 2013!  Even more out of date than the 2014 directory I’d been using.  It was 2393 pages of useless information! To wit- I quote from page 3:  

This directory is current as of
September 1, 2012. Some plan providers may have been added or removed from
our network after this directory was printed. We do not guarantee that each provider is still accepting new
members.
To get the most up-to-date information about the Plan’s network providers in your area, please call the phone
number listed below or visit our website at
www.UHCRetiree.com
.
Call Customer Service toll-free at
1-800-457-8506

Now I know what it takes to be a supervisor at United Health Care-You need to know how to get people like me off the phone. 
Health care in America is a maze of poor information and inefficiency. 

Monday, January 06, 2014

Philip Glass/Metamorphosis



Philip Glass
“The Metamorphosis”

Philip Glass makes me feel like an ant.  Like a giant ant in a movie.  A movie shot in black and white and gray.  Like an ant in “The City” where every street is filled with ants and they are rushing into buildings where the entrances are barely large enough to let us in.  Where the streets are all paved with cobblestones and they are just wide enough for two ants to pass between the gray walls of the buildings-when the streets get clogged the ants climb over one another and just keep moving. 

There are ants seated on red vinyl spinning stools at Formica counter tops eating eggs and hash browns and drinking coffee from thick cups on thick saucers.  The sugar poured from fluted canisters with chrome, spin-on tops with little trap doors built in.  All the table ware is white with single green concentric stripes on the plates and on the rims of the round, bowl shaped cups.  There are tooth picks in a thimble shaped dispenser near the cash register.  Ants pick their teeth while an ant in a white paper cap shaped like a boat counts the money and drops it into the till.  All the ants pay with silver and copper and it tinkles in the change drawer.  The little ant who shuts the cash drawer touches his white paper hat as the ant full of bacon and eggs pushes open the aluminum and glass door which is slightly fogged from the steam of the cooking.  Now he is back on the cobblestone street in a river of ants again.  The sound of the tinkling cups and spoons is replaced by the sound of Philip Glass.