Need Some “Good News?”


I live in a suburb of Philadelphia and get my daily news on television.  A typical day can include stories about fires, guns, robbery, murder, information on Bill Cosby’s trial, the latest scam affecting older citizens, a politician accused of inappropriate behavior,  and weather (eg, the next 6 days will have temperatures in the 90s –with a “real feel” temperature possibly reaching 100+).  I need a break.  I need some good news.  Luckily, I have seen a light at the end of my news tunnel.  (And, no, it isn’t the headlight of an oncoming train.)

Last Monday, I read in The New York Times (see top)(I receive it, daily, in my email.) this information:  “Subscribe to Our Newsletter Dedicated Entirely to Good News.”  It continued: “It isn’t all doom and gloom out there. But sometimes, good news gets lost in the shuffle.  To keep that from happening, we’ve created The Week in Good News,a feature that’s meant to help you start your weekend with a smile, or at least a lighter heart.  Every Saturday, you’ll receive a note from the writer, Des Shoe, and a rundown of great things we wrote about that week.  Want to see a sample?  Read previous editions here. Sign up here to get The Week in Good News delivered to your inbox.”

And it’s free, so I signed up.  “But,” you say, “ what are the articles like?”  Here is a sample of some of the topics in the last few editions of  this Good News oasis.



Can’t sleep?  Bob Ross can help.  For years, Bob Ross (see above)lulled people to sleep as he taught them how to paint.  Now, a company which produces meditation products ( has begun turning Bob Ross’ episodes of “The Joy of Painting” into “Sleep Stories.”  Now, the sound of paint brushes helps listeners doze just as Mr. Ross’ voice did years ago.  (Mr. Ross died in 1995.)



Daredevil raccoon climbs Minnesota skyscraper (see above; that’s HIM!)and becomes a sensation.  It was first seen sitting on a window ledge 20 feet above a sidewalk, resting.  Maintenance workers encouraged it to climb down a ladder to safety.  Instead, it climbed higher up the side of a 25 story building.  People watched the animal’s progress from street level. Some watched with binoculars. Minnesota Public Radio broadcast the adventure.  The journey ended safely, but to learn the exact outcome you had to read the article.

Dairy farms find new life making …beer.  A dairy farm in central Massachusetts, like farms elsewhere, had to diversify to exist. The Carter and Stevens farm, in operation since 1938 producing milk, became The Stone Cow Brewery in 2016. Their new product sells for $7 a pint in its taproom, instead of 16 cents a pint for their milk.  Dairy farms elsewhere are  staying alive by producing “a different kind of liquid capital.”



Weight training (see above)finds a new benefit.  Walking and jogging as exercise can help  people deal with depression.  Now, it appears strength training can do likewise.  Plus, the weight training can be successful whether it is done twice a week or five times a week, and regardless of how many repetitions are involved.

A Macy’s goes from mall store to homeless shelter.  A vacant mall outside Washington, D. C. has found a new purpose.  It’s Macy’s department store has been converted into a homeless shelter with rooms available for 60 beds, hot meals, and showers.  As shopping malls struggle to survive in competition with Amazon, some empty stores find new life as offices and classrooms. This story tells one such effort.



Next stop, Summer. This story tells of a man who has delivered Mister Softee joy (see above)for 31 years.  His Father has done the same for 40 years.  Each man has been driving around NYC (ie, Manhattan and the Bronx), as one of 200 such employees.  A truck cost $8,000 in the 1970s.  Now, such a truck costs $140,000.  He decides what is the ideal location and how long to play the Mister Softee jingle (not very long).  He works 7 days a week during the ice cream season (late March to mid-October).  Out of season he works in construction.  This past season, cold weather cost him 6 weeks of work.  He won’t get that time back, but he loves the atmosphere of his self-employment.

Obviously, each story lasts longer than my summaries here.  But unlike my local news, the stories are always positive.  I think it will make a difference, in me.







About rcarmean

Two things... First, why have I decided to establish this blog? I like to put essays together. I research an idea or topic looking for information, statistics, stories, quotes, pictures, etc. I enjoy the process and seeing a finished product. I’m told that as I get older, new activities can help maintain energy and keep my brain alert. In other words, I am not doing this for money or fame. Second, regarding the gentleman in the collage of pictures's not me. Those are photos of Christy Mathewson. Why him? When I was young, my primary activity was being sick. It took up much of my time. Eczema (a case so bad I was written up in a medical journal showing doctors what their patients COULD look like), asthma, and allergies. You know allergies: don’t eat this, don’t wear that, and, for Heaven’s sake, don’t touch any of these things (eg, dogs, cats, horses --I only saw horses in cowboy movies and TV shows, dust, swimming pools, my brother --OK, that’s an exaggeration, Rick was a fine brother). In my spare time between doctors' appointments, pills, and ointments, baseball kept me sane. In the 1940s and 1950s, when I grew up, pro footballI and basketball had not yet become extremely popular. Baseball truly was “the national pastime.” I listened to games on the radio (remember it? TV without the picture). I read magazines, books, and newspaper accounts of games. I collected baseball cards. I learned about the game’s history, as well as present. The same with its stars. One man stood out: Christy Mathewson. He was a great pitcher for the New York Giants in the early 20th century. But there was much more to him. At a time when professional athletes made little money (yes, there was such a time) and ball players were considered on the same level as actors, artists, and prostitutes, Mathewson stood out. One of his nicknames was: “The Christian Gentleman.” Most men is baseball drank, smoked, cursed, and fought —with other players, umpires, and fans. The fights were physical, not just verbal. Mathewson did none of these things. But he earned the respect of other players who did them all. Even Ty Cobb and John McGraw. There’s more. He was a college graduate (Bucknell University) when most men were lucky to have a high school diploma. He played other sports, including pro football which you wouldn’t recognize. He was handsome. He played in New York City, then as now, the largest city in the country. Excellence and popularity there meant fame and money. He dressed well. Today, his commercials would rival LeBron’s. And, finally, a hero’s life must have tragedy. After his playing career ended, WWI arrived. He suffered from influenza and was exposed to mustard gas. Chemical warfare. His lungs were damaged and he required treatment for the rest of his life. (Like my Grandfather who also fought in The Great War.) He died in 1925. He was 45 years old. I have his picture here because you need to know more about him than me. He was what an athlete could be. Players like him and their accomplishments got me through a sickly, painful childhood and can still sustain me in difficult times. *****
This entry was posted in Entertainment, New York Times, People, Places, Pop Culture, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s