JERRY J. DAVIS

When I was about 11 years old we lived in a duplex right on the edge of town in an area being developed. Directly across the street was a large empty field, a perfect place for us neighborhood kids to play. With this huge field of dirt, all we needed was a shovel.

I provided that shovel, and we took turns digging. We all wanted to see just how big a hole we could make.

The project took weeks. At first, we called it The Hole, as in, “Let’s meet at The Hole after school.” “Mom, we’re going to go play out at The Hole.” “I did more work on The Hole than you did!”

This hole became quite large, and then someone came up with the coolest idea. With all the construction going on in the neighborhood there was plenty of wood around (scrap and otherwise) so day by day we were able to start covering this hole with a roof. As the roof was built, dirt was piled on top of it so that it couldn’t be seen. It was at this point it stopped being “The Hole” and became “The Fort.”

With the fort in place amid all the weeds and tall grass, it was the best place on Earth to stage mock battles. We armed ourselves with cap guns, squirt guns, plastic battle axes and swords, and then filled that field with wars, insurrections, rebellions and general free-for-all mêlées. The fort was a nexus for our little battles until summer, when a rival gang of kids (older and meaner) took it from us. Our interest in it waned, as we’d discovered new places to play (a creek with a railroad bridge, God help us) and so we finally gave up on the fort. We let the bullies have it.

Then I remember the day we spotted a Caterpillar tractor out in that field, lumbering and squeaking through the tall grass. I stood on my front lawn with my friends, watching in fascination as the tractor pulled its plow back and forth across the field, edging closer and closer to the fort with each pass. Then there was this magic moment when the tractor completely disappeared from our view. From across the field came a terrific Wham!

Little did we realize that we’d created the perfect tractor trap.

The tractor driver came up out of that hole hopping mad, and we ran. Later someone came door to door, inquiring about whose kids had dug the enormous hole in the field. My mom kept her mouth shut, no doubt fearing a lawsuit or something. Later it came out that the bullies who’d taken it away from us got blamed, and were in big trouble.

Ah, karma.

They had to have a big semi-truck looking rig come out and pull the tractor out of the hole. We stood on my front lawn watching that, too. Come next summer, they’d started building more houses there and soon the field was a block of brand new triplexes. It didn’t take five years for the whole area to deteriorate into a slum.

Frankly, I liked it better as a field.

This is an excerpt from my book, All This and a Bucket of Toads

Navigating the digital business world often feels like a construction project, with your website as the main edifice. The common approach? Hire a web designer, build the site, and you’re set. But truth be told, websites are more like gardens than buildings. They need constant care, nurturing, and attention to flourish. That’s where having an in-house webmaster comes into play.

Imagine having someone on your team who doesn’t just understand the coding language, but also speaks your business language fluently. This individual knows your business inside out because they’re part of it every day. They comprehend your vision, mission, and goals. As your in-house webmaster, they can tailor your website to meet your unique needs and grow with your aspirations.

A website isn’t a static entity. It needs regular updates to stay fresh, relevant, and efficient. Like a garden that requires constant weeding and pruning, websites need bug fixes and performance tuning. An in-house webmaster is always there, ready to roll up their sleeves and ensure your website runs smoothly and efficiently.

Maintaining a website goes beyond bug fixes and tweaks. There’s a crucial aspect called SEO (Search Engine Optimization). SEO is essential to make your website stand out in the crowded digital marketplace. And SEO isn’t a one-and-done job; it’s constantly evolving. Your in-house webmaster can keep pace with these changes, ensuring your online presence remains strong and gets noticed.

Then there’s the issue of design trends and user expectations, which also shift over time. Your in-house webmaster stays ahead of these trends, ensuring your website remains fresh, engaging, and user-friendly, whether your customers visit it from a desktop, a tablet, or a smartphone.

Now, let’s tackle the elephant in the room — cost-effectiveness. Hiring a web designer just to create your website might seem less expensive initially. But consider the long-term costs — hiring different people for updates, fixes, and a host of other tasks that will inevitably arise. Having an in-house webmaster can help avoid these additional expenses and keep your website updated and efficient over time.

Finally, one of the most compelling reasons for having an in-house webmaster is that they “live” with what they create. They’re not just building a website and leaving. They’re part of the ongoing journey. They’re invested in the website’s success, and that reflects on their own performance and dedication. Their motivation is to make the site the best it can be, now and into the future.

So, while the idea of hiring a web designer to build your website and then parting ways might seem like a quick and easy solution, it’s a short-term view that could lead to long-term headaches. An in-house webmaster ensures that your online presence grows with your business, adapts to changes, and provides constant support. It’s an investment that results in a robust, effective, and future-proof website — the cornerstone of your digital success.

I remember the first time I ever heard the word “prostate” I was watching Who Framed Roger Rabbit, and Roger had confused the word “prostate” with “probate” (it was also the first time I’d heard of probate — I had to have both terms explained to me before I got the joke).

Since then, sadly, I’ve had to experience what a “probate” is, but only recently have I had to contemplate the fact that I have a “prostate.” Even now I still occasionally get it mixed up with the word “prostrate.”

As I get older, my doctor has been keeping an eye on my “PSA” levels (which I’d always joked was in relation to how loud I talk — the louder my voice, the more I’m like a “Public Service Announcement”).

Once it passed a certain level (or volume, as I continued to joke) my doctor started talking about a “biopsy.” Learning what that entailed, I wanted to avoid that at all costs, so I grabbed and held onto the fact that PSA levels often rose “in volume” as a man grows older. Also, after consulting Dr. Google, I learned there are certain foods known to help bring PSA levels down. Tomatoes, for one. And that is not a problem, because I love tomatoes.

Several months of tomatoes being part of all three daily meals did the trick. On my next blood test my PSA “volume” had gone down.

Huzzah! No horrid prostate biopsy for me. Back to life as normal.

The next year, however, it did not go down. It didn’t stay even, either.

It jumped.

My doctor referred me to a urologist. Fingers went up my butt. Yes, the prostate was enlarged, but the trained professional medical fingers did not feel signs of suspicious lumps or bumps.

Once again, a reprieve. No biopsy for me.

Yet.

But they were going to “keep an eye on it.” Now instead of checking my PSA levels once a year, it was going to be twice a year. And so they did, and my levels continued to rise. While the levels were not in the danger zone, nor even in the alarming zone, they unfortunately did land directly in the highly suspicious zone.

It was time for a biopsy.

I balked. I bargained. They’d described what this biopsy entailed and — forgive me, but — I wanted no part of it. So, they reluctantly agreed.

Okay, they said, we’ll check it again in three months.

Three months later, the PSA levels went up again. Reluctantly I agreed to the biopsy, convinced it was a waste of time. I’m a big guy. I have a big prostate. It goes to reason I’d have a big PSA level.

I’ll skip the details of the biopsy. Suffice to say it sounds like something that purportedly happens during a UFO abduction. It involves needles in places needles should never go.

The follow-up meeting with the urologist was set for two weeks later. I went into it fully confident that he’d tell me that the results were negative. That I was fine, it’s just an enlarged prostate, that at least we’d ruled out cancer as the culprit of the rising PSA levels.

Unfortunately, that is not the news I received. What I learned instead is that I have “favorable intermediate risk prostate cancer.”

So this biopsy was not a waste of time and money, and I probably should have gotten it done much sooner. Years sooner.

I was given three options for treatment:

1. Active surveillance, where we just continue watching it. (He does not recommend this at all.)

2. External beam radiation therapy. The advantages of this choice is that it avoids surgery, but the problem is that it damages a lot of internal organs, and will ultimately lead to complications and problems years later.

3. Surgery. Remove the entire prostate. It would be done by a robot, and would take care of the problem all at once. No prostate, no prostate cancer. There are downsides to this, too, not the least of which is that its surgery, but the picture he painted made it sound much better than radiation.

I’ve been given some time to think about it and to do my own research before I make a decision. And believe me, I’ve been thinking about it. And doing research.

Since then I’ve learned of some other options. There’s hormone therapy, and a drug called Provenge, and super targeted radiation.

Provenge is the option I immediately glommed onto. No radiation and no surgery? Sign me up! I had the feeling, though, it would be something my insurance wouldn’t cover. But in further research I learned the company that makes it has gone bankrupt. Supposedly you might still be able to get it, so I’ll be asking about it regardless.

Another treatment has to do with freezing the cancer, but that sounds so complicated that I might as well get surgery. I’ll ask him about that too.

I need to give my urologist an answer soon, and at this point I’m leaning toward surgery. It sounds like the most straightforward path that’s also the most proven. But then again, I have loved ones telling me to get a second opinion.

Stay tuned. I’ll keep you updated.

As we celebrate Earth Day, it’s important to recognize the clever manipulation by big corporations who’ve shifted the burden of reducing carbon footprints onto individuals, while they continue to produce the majority of emissions. It’s time for us to fight back and hold them accountable.

Despite the noble intent behind planting a tree on Earth Day, we must realize that the real power to protect our planet lies in taking action against the root of the problem: corporate greed and politicians who accept money from oil companies.

Oil companies and other large corporations are notorious for fueling the climate crisis. They’ve invested heavily in public relations campaigns that push the narrative of individual responsibility, driving consumers to change their habits. While personal choices are essential, focusing solely on our carbon footprints can be a distraction from the bigger picture.

So, this Earth Day, let’s stand together and demand change. Don’t just plant a tree — vote out every politician who takes money from oil companies. As citizens, we have the power to shape policies that prioritize our environment and demand that corporations take responsibility for the damage they cause.

It’s time to recognize the deception and demand real action. This Earth Day, let’s focus on voting for leaders who truly care about our planet and hold corporations accountable. We have the power to make a difference, and we must use it to protect the Earth for future generations.