Navigating Turbulence: Humor and Integrity in Government Work

When I fly I like to sit at the back of the airplane. It’s loud back there next to the rear engines but the sound is soothing to me. I put my books and water bottle in the back pocket of the seat in front of me, and make sure there’s a barf bag there. I’ve never gotten sick on a plane but I have a fear of vomiting, which then creates a scene where everyone starts barfing around me. We take off and the flight smooths out. I take a few more deep breaths and close my eyes to get some rest. Just then the pilot announces over the PA system, “Ladies and Gentlemen, we may experience some turbulence so I’m going to ask that you keep your seatbelts fastened”. Most of the time it’s not that bad, like taking a country drive on a dirt road. It gives us something to talk about after we land. I often say, “nice flight, a little bumpy”. I wish I could say this to describe the past two weeks of political mayhem. I may actually need the barf bag after all.

If I had a choice I would rather be attacked by a swarm of angry hornets than endure four more years of political insanity. Then I remembered I already experienced situations like this. In my previous post I mentioned that I spent 23 years working for the Federal Bureau of Prisons. It helped me develop some tactics to get through rough times.

When I first started working for the BOP I was assigned a mentor, Steve. During our first conversation he said, “you’ve got to have a good sense of humor to survive this place”. It took a couple years for his advice to sink in. I discovered the most common response to most situations was, “you’ve got to be joking”. I believe the root cause of government turbulence is from hilariously inept and unqualified management. Not all, but there were enough to create material for several comic books. Inmates did create stress occasionally, but most of it came from the government circus. Managers prefer obedient and loyal subordinates. There’s nothing wrong with this. It’s nice to have people working for you who you can trust. However, I found many to be henchmen who were ignorant or turned a blind eye to policy, regulations and the law. This was especially noticeable in the hiring process. Nepotism runs deep in the veins of government.

Before I go any further I want to say there are a lot of good people working in the government doing honorable things. Some people call them idealists. They were my mentors. But there were enough bad apples to stink up the place. If I try to find some gratitude for these people I would say they prepared me for what is happening today. I learned that when you feel powerless it feels good to speak the truth, whether it’s told straight or in a humorous way. Plus, I’m not the kind of person who can witness unethical behavior and not say anything. But, this is a problem if your goal is to move up the company ladder. Sure enough, I was cast as a troublemaker who they said, “couldn’t think outside the box.” In the government that just means you have integrity, so whatever. I love the phrase, “they tried to bury me but they didn’t know I was a seed”. I wasn’t going to get any promotions or awards so I decided to fine tune my editorial writing skills. I did what any writer would do. I observed daily events and sent out my honest opinion to my coworkers. I recall one short email describing a sketchy staff promotion. During my career most of the management in my department were white males and Navy veterans. There’s nothing wrong with Navy veterans. My dad was a Marine Corp officer. It just seemed weird that it was a requirement for promotion. So, when my coworker was not selected for a management position I announced, “Ms. H was not selected for the General Foreman position. Unfortunately, she isn’t male and never retired from the Navy”. Like I said earlier, speaking truth to power will not get you promoted, but it will make you famous in the lower ranks. I became David fighting the Goliaths. There were never any reprimands sent my way because it would have required an investigation. It would have brought the truth into the light and nobody wanted that. There was one instance when my comments were investigated. It was caused by my response to an email from HR. The email asked staff to please submit nominations for supervisor of the year. I replied, “we usually don’t submit our nomination until after our supervisor gets his award”. Little did I know that the HR department was getting audited at the time. The auditors read my comment and started an investigation. I would’ve been in big trouble if it wasn’t true. I always thought it was laughable that we had to write nomination letters after the fact. It was a repeated flagrant foul and the referees were the ones committing the penalties. After the investigation the HR department received a slap on the wrist. I’m a fan of the quote by Mark Twain, “It’s better to deserve praise and not get it than to get it and not deserve it.” There was no shame in their game. That was just standard practice.

The Felon isn’t the first one to lie or deny. Many government managers are as slippery as a seal. I used to warn new hires about unscrupulous ones. I would simply say that you had to use the George Costanza philosophy as a guide. The Costanza philosophy was the notion that if everything he did was wrong then the opposite must be right. If you’re looking for the righteous path in life just observe the Felon. Whatever he does or says, do or say the opposite and you’ll be on the right track.

Some would argue that I acted like a fool during my career, but it was all I could do to maintain my sanity. I don’t recommend saying foolish things at work. The only way it’s possible is if you study codes, policy, regulations and the law, which I did. Knowledge is power. I used my knowledge to stand up for others. I know there are many idealists working for the government doing the same thing. We need more of them. The purge will not drive them all out. If anything it will create more. I have faith that people will do what is right to save the government and our democracy.

Finding Joy in Clay: My Artistic Path to Mental Health

Retirement from the Federal Bureau of Prisons couldn’t come soon enough. It was the bureaucracy that drove me mad. I took the job out of necessity. It wasn’t easy finding a job during the 1990’s recession. I was fortunate because working in law enforcement is recession proof. The business of crime never slows down. I retired in 2019 with ambitious thoughts of starting a printmaking/letterpress business, but things didn’t turn out as planned. Most of the letterpress equipment I used to own was sold. I only kept a few small presses to refurbish and play around with. Some people find typesetting cathartic. I discovered that I’m not one of those people. My anxious brain couldn’t sit still long enough to get anything done. Before I retired I started taking adult ceramics classes. Throwing clay on the wheel is cathartic and its gravitational forces pulled me in. I did have reservations about it because I wasn’t happy with my health. I had an office job at the prison and all that sitting turned me into a potato. Art can be a sedentary process and that wasn’t going to fix my health concerns. So, just like Forest Gump, I started run-ning. I ran a dozen half marathons in a span of four years, followed a nutrition plan and lost around 35 lbs. Despite all the accomplishments I still had reservations about my health. After four years of running I felt weaker than when I started. I learned that running doesn’t improve strength. Only strength training does that, go figure. Eventually, I made the switch. I took it slow at first before working my way up to six days a week. I don’t plan on going back to a sedentary life and that means art is now secondary to my health and longevity goals.

It’s 2025 and I’m still orbiting planet ceramics, and visiting the nearby moon of printmaking occasionally. Everyone is on their own space journey so you know it’s not always a smooth ride. Occasionally, there’s some space junk or an asteroid field you need to avoid. Lately, a great big hunk of orange space junk just flew into everyone’s orbit. Not acknowledging it gives an impression that everything is okay. Everything is not okay but I’m going to do my best to create some beautiful art as therapy for myself and everyone else. If you’re an artist and you are creating, keep it up. Creating art to remind people that life is beautiful solidifies the need for art in life. Sometimes we need reminders, I know I do. Fortunately, I work in the field of ceramics and get to help students become artists. It is one of the greatest joys in my life and I’m so grateful.

The image above is a clay sculpture/sketch that I made recently. It is now in an invitational exhibition at the Adrian Center for the Arts. I call it a sketch because it has an immediate quality to it. Some might say it’s poor quality. As someone who struggles with mental health, I do what makes me happy. It usually requires some letting go of what I know in order to go with the flow. I recall making figures like this as a child along the muddy banks of Beaver Creek behind our house. Most of the time they stayed on the bank until they were washed away by the next rain storm.

Concerning the glaze I mixed up a batch of Folk Art Guild White. I love the way it gets toasty on all the little imperfections. Yes, I said “imperfections” and I’m also a fan of Japanese aesthetic, but I’m not going to say the W word. It’s overused in my opinion. I will say what my wife and I call it when you don’t hit the mark. We call it “slobby bobby” and, I’ve made my fair share of it. This piece might even fit into the slobby bobby category. But, an artist friend once told me that it doesn’t matter how I feel about it. It only matters how you feel. As far as I’m concerned I would be fine with leaving it on a river bank and letting the next rain wash it down stream.

Breaking Free: Leaving Meta, X and Amazon Behind, part two

Facebook was deleted. Threads was too. I unsubscribed from Amazon Prime a few weeks ago. A friend recently said, “Facebook felt dirty”. I feel the same way. A lot of my friends are moving to Bluesky (my tag is 3gperez). They recently announced a new photo sharing app is coming soon. When that happens I’m deleting Instagram. People say, “I can’t leave Meta or X because all my friends and family are there.” That’s cool. All my friends and family were there too, but I rarely saw their posts. The new algorithms changed everything. I saw what it wanted me to see. Before I deleted Facebook I said it wasn’t social media anymore. It was just media. The changes happened slowly over time. Maybe they thought people wouldn’t notice. I noticed. I’m relieved to get off the grocery store pony ride. That’s what Meta is. It makes you think you have a lot of friends. When you ride a grocery store pony you imagine you’re a real cowboy. You’re not. When you realize you’re not a real cowboy you’ve lost a bunch of nickels.

I did switch to Bluesky, but it isn’t the answer to all life’s problems. Guess what happens if you follow a bunch of random people along with your friends? Your friends posts get buried in the feed. Now you’re back to the same problem. You don’t see your friends posts. A good remedy to this was to only follow my friends. If I want news I’ll get it somewhere else. Heck, I’ll go buy a newspaper and use it to start the fireplace when I’m finished with it. I can read it at the coffee shop uninterrupted. My generation knows what life was like before the internet. Then we were led down the yellow brick road to see the Great Wizard of Zuck. After the curtain was drawn back we saw pasty faced Zuck cracking his knuckles and chuckling like Mr. Burns from the Simpsons. After you see that, you want to go back home to Kansas.

Canceling Amazon Prime wasn’t that hard. I support unions and drivers shouldn’t be treated like Bezos treats them. And, what happened to the Washington Post? Bezos owns them too. Top journalists are leaving due to changes in “journalistic integrity”. After Bezos donated a million dollars to the felon I bailed. All of this aside, Amazon felt like a bad addiction to consumerism. Without it I’m rediscovering the local library and bookstores. Locally, a store opened up that sells used movie DVD’s for $1.50. My wife and I went there and purchased 12 movies.

I know I sound like a cranky old fart. You’ll get there too someday and be proud of it. But, I’m not completely against technology. I embraced it for a long time. I worked with computers and software for most of my career. I don’t fear technology. My angst comes from social media. It just doesn’t feel right anymore. It feels like an addiction and the dealers seem criminal. I know a little something about criminals. I retired from the Federal Bureau of Prisons. There was an inmate who worked in our office as a clerk. His special talent was getting hookers addicted to drugs. After they were addicted he made them rob banks to pay for more drugs. Unfortunately, we’re all like those poor addicted people. I know a little something about addiction too. I’m on my 3rd or 4th attempt to quit drinking alcohol. That’s another story. Or is it?

Finding Inspiration in Everyday Life

My first writing class in college was “Technical Writing” at Western Michigan University when I was a freshman. I remember the professor liked my writing. I think I got a 4.0 in the class. She recommended that I apply for a job in the WMU writing lab for tutoring other students. First I had to take the writing lab qualification test. I attended WMU in the 1990’s. This was before cell phones, internet, and email. I had to wait a couple of weeks for my results in the mail. It was typed on fancy college letterhead. Very official looking. I don’t remember the exact words but I remember it stung. It was three paragraphs of why I shouldn’t work for the writing lab. It was discouraging enough to make me never take another writing class again in college. I’m not saying that I should have gotten that job in the writing lab. I did need to improve my skills. I still do. Looking back I should not have let this discourage me, but I was an obedient son of a strict educator. Also known as mom. I was Adam Sandler in the movie, The Waterboy, always saying, “momma said, but momma said, momma said”. Mom directed me towards an engineering degree. It took me a year to break free from what she wanted and to start doing what I wanted. Looking back it wasn’t much of a break. My degree in Industrial Design required the study of engineering and art.

Fast forward 35 years. I now work at a community college in the ceramics department. I love it. It’s satisfying to use my education in both science and art. I only work there half time. This means I have plenty of time to spend on other things that I enjoy. These include art, books, and writing. I also love fly fishing, fly tying, water sports, camping, and rock collecting. I enjoy coffee and bulldogs. Finally, half marathons and strength training are part of my routine. As for writing, the only question now is what do I write about? I prefer a Seinfeld approach. It’s one of my favorite sitcoms of all time. They claimed it was a show about nothing, but Jerry Seinfeld later said it was about how comedians get material. I don’t want to be a niche writer. Writing about everyday life is a good fit for my squirrel brain. There’s a lot of good material in the mundane. I know from being an artist that criticism is bound to happen. Stephen King wrote, “If you write (or paint or dance or sculpt or sing, I suppose), someone will try to make you feel lousy about it, that’s all. I’m not editorializing, just trying to give you the facts as I see them.” I learned this a long time ago but it’s nice to get validation. The WMU writing lab can rest easy knowing I won’t be a writing tutor. I’m just here to write about everyday life.

Reclaiming Life: Ditching Amazon and Facebook

It’s a new year and that means it’s time to adjust the sails.  Most of the adjustments I’m making are politically motivated.  I decided to cancel my Amazon Prime membership. I also deleted my Facebook account because I dislike Bezos and Zuckerberg.  Sounds easy but it takes thought to figure out how to untangle them from my life.  Lately, I’ve been thinking about what life was like before I signed up for them. I’ve also been considering why I signed up for them.  The simplest way to answer those questions is to say that it sure seemed like it would make life better.  But, just like the saying goes, the grass isn’t always greener on the other side of the fence.  Both changed the way we all lived and became a big part of our culture.  But, over the years things started to sour and I got to the point where I needed a divorce.  So I did it, but now what?  You can’t just go back to the way things were.  Life is different.  For example, I went to Barnes and Noble recently to check out their magazine collection.  What I found was a very slim assortment.  That’s not a dig on Barnes and Noble.  Magazines are dying.  It’s a digital world now.  As a lover of printed books and magazines it saddens me.  I do have a kindle.  I bought one when they first came out.  But, it’s collecting dust now somewhere.  What can I say?  Books are better.  I love the way they look, feel and smell.  My books are prized possessions.  Moving ahead I see myself seeking out libraries and bookstores like an archaeologist looking for dinosaur bones.  It’ll be fun. And, maybe I’ll have a face to face conversation with another human.  Thankfully, I still remember how to do that.  Twenty years ago I wasn’t as salty and my hearing was better, but it’s still better than Facebook.

100 Days of Paddling 2018

I didn’t start recording pics of the 100 days of paddling until around day 7. I remember the first day the best. I tried to make it a “meetup”. A few people said they would join me but the water iced up the night before. I postponed the meetup a few hours to see if the ice would melt. It did a little but not all of it. I still went out but had to break the ice through the canal to get to the open water on Globe Mill Pond. I didn’t decide to do 100 days at that time, but I was thinking about how many days to paddle. I did 50 days in 2017. I keep track of the days in my journal. I don’t remember a whole lot about those first few days of paddling other than it was cold; even in a full wetsuit, warm layers and a life jacket. I had purchased a dry suit for cold weather paddling but I hated the way it felt around my neck. I opted for a full wetsuit on colder days.

Despite the early start I took some time off from paddling when my dad died on April 17th and my mom came up from Tennessee to live with me for a few weeks. On April 22nd I went kayaking a day before we buried my dad at Fort Custer National Veterans Cemetery near Battle Creek, MI. I still wasn’t thinking about doing any challenges at that time. It just felt good to be outside and feel the warm sun on my face. I didn’t do much paddling for a few weeks after my dad’s passing.

On May 20th I decided to take my stand up paddle board (SUP) out for the first time in 2018. The canal behind my house is a challenging place to go paddle boarding. There are a lot of fallen trees and submerged logs. They aren’t a problem when you’re in a kayak but my paddle board had a 9” fin. I need to always be on the lookout for submerged logs while paddle boarding there. I remember that it was risky that first day because the water was very murky and I couldn’t see anything deeper than an inch or two into the water. I guess I felt cocky and confident that everything would go well. I knew where all the submerged logs were from all the paddling I did last year. Unfortunately, there was a new submerged log that I wasn’t aware of until I heard a hard knock; the sound of my fin hitting a log. A split second later I was under water floating back to the surface. I was wearing my wetsuit so the shock of cold water didn’t affect me as much as the shock of how quickly I found myself under water. It happened so fast. A fisherman in a kayak was coming in the opposite direction and asked if I was ok. I just laughed and said it was a good day for a swim. I swam back to my paddleboard, got back on and took a few deep breaths to gather my composure. I sat there a minute before I realized I was missing my ball cap. Sure enough, it was floating in the water a few feet away. I retrieved my hat and went back home. I decided to hold off on paddle boarding until the water cleared. Then I got on Amazon and ordered a 4 inch flexible “river fin”.

My daily routine consisted of paddling south from behind my house to Globe Mill Pond. After a loop around Globe Mill I would paddle north through the canal and go up the River Raisin a short distance before turning around. When I was on my paddle board I would take a break on Standish Pond in the lily pads to rest my feet.

During the spring I concentrated on all the natural changes happening; trees budding, flowers blooming along the water’s edge, and birds nesting or migrating. For a few days I witnessed soft shelled turtles laying eggs near Standish Dam. Last year I found a nesting pair of Eastern Kingbirds and they returned to the nest this year. I enjoy birding so on most days I recorded the birds seen or heard on Ebird.org When the bird activity slowed down my attention changed to something else; trash. One day, while paddling around Globe Mill Pond I passed an area on the west side where the wind pushes a lot of logs and a lot of trash. It piles up there along the Indian Crossings trail. I used to see it on my hikes. Perhaps it was the memory of my dad that made me paddle into the log jam to start pulling out garbage. When I was a kid our family camped a lot. Part of the camping routine was to scour the ground for trash before we left our campsite. I remember wondering why we had to pick up other people’s trash but he was a retired Marine Corp officer so we (my brothers and I) rarely questioned him. He’s the one who taught me the “leave it better than you found it” philosophy. The abundance of trash picked up moved me to stop buying single use plastic. I could go on and proselytize about being good stewards of the land and waterways but I would much rather just live by example and hopefully inspire others to do the same.

This adventure also brought new love into my life; Debi Bailey. She grew up in Tecumseh and is a kindred spirit who also feels deeply connected to nature. We met through Instagram and mutual friends. We decided to meet on June 24th in Tecumseh to paddle and have been paddling together ever since. It was my 27th day on the water. However, life is full of ups and downs. Soon after I met Debi I took a vacation to Tennessee to visit my mom. A day after I arrived, my mom had a heart attack. I spent the next three weeks at the University of Tennessee Hospital. She received by-pass surgery and made an amazing recovery.

When I returned to Michigan I asked myself if paddling 100 days was such a great idea? Instead of having the entire summer to accomplish the goal I now only had a few short months. I did the math. I would have to paddle at least 4 times per week to be finished by the end of October. With Debi’s support we decided to go for it. Luckily, she loves the water even more than I do.

Paddling every day was a lot of fun but we did have a few hiccups along the way. On Sand Lake Debi lost her glasses. We went back a week later with snorkel gear but had no luck finding them. There were ticks and deer flies. There were DNR “do not swim” postings at Deep Lake due to chemical treatments for invasive species. We got rained on and had to paddle hard in high winds to get back to launch sites. Yvon Choinard of Patagonia, Inc. once said, “adventure doesn’t start until something goes wrong” We certainly had several adventures along the way, but for the most part we were gifted with several adventure-free days where we stopped to swim and soak in the sun. We made coffee at the Pickerel Lake put-in and watched the sunrise. Had a picnic on our paddle boards. We saw all sorts of turtles; Soft-shelled, Painted, and Snappers. Debi photographed birds with her DSLR camera. We also used a submersible sports cam to take underwater shots while swimming. However, most of the pictures were taken with our iPhones inside of a waterproof cases.

Every season had its own set of highlights and fall was no different. In addition to the obvious fall color, it’s also quieter. The livery in Tecumseh closed for the season which meant there were fewer people on the water. Soon after, the Bald Eagles returned to Globe Mill Pond. We witnessed a Screech Owl in a tree over the canal and were accompanied by Blue and Green Heron on most days. Our favorite big water trips were in the fall on Lake Michigan and Little Traverse Bay. Our coldest day was in the Upper Peninsula on Muskallonge Lake where the winds off Lake Superior chilled us to the bone. The 99th day on the water was under a clear night sky with a full moon on Globe Mill Pond. On day 100 the weather was not spectacular. It was a typical Michigan fall day with dark grey skies. The only way to make it special was to celebrate on the water with some Bell’s Expedition stout beer, cheese, olives and smoked meat.

We would still like to go out one more time during a snow fall but have all winter to do that. Debi and I are switching gears now and getting ready for more hiking, skiing and snow shoeing.

Gregg Perez

www.quietheronstudio.com

Tecumseh, MI

Return to the Wild

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This isn’t exactly a New Year’s resolution.  I continuously make course corrections in life.  This is one of them.

It has been a little over two years since my last post.  I’ve made a lot of course corrections over this time; some of them pretty hard, but necessary.  One of these changes is the subject of today’s post, “A Return to the Wild”.

It started in the spring of 2017.  I had moved into my house and was beginning to feel a little run down from the whole process.  I needed a break.  I purchased my first stand up paddleboard (SUP) and dedicated the summer to finding my nature groove once again.  It’s January now and my board is tucked away for the Winter.  It didn’t slow me down.  I happen to love snow.  Luckily, we’ve been getting a lot and I’ve been taking advantage of it.  My cross-country skis have seen a lot of action so far this Winter, but last weekend I took a spill in order to avoid a tree.  It was the kind of wreck that requires a few minutes of mental checks to make sure everything is working properly; legs are good, ankle hurts but good, thumb is jammed but good, ribs sore but good, wipe snow off goggles, get up, test balance, good.  I survived.  Wiping out is fun if you live to tell about it.  However, I did decide to take a short break from skiing to let my ankle heal. We’ve had a bit of a warmup and most of the snow is gone so there’s no real temptation to get back on my skis.  I don’t really see it as a setback because it forced me to think about something else besides ski, ski, ski.  I became more contemplative or one might say I became more mindful of my surroundings.  Every brittle branch snapping in the cold, the sound of water trickling, bird calls, squirrels scolding each other, planes in the sky, and the sound of wind all became a symphony once again.  It’s hard to hear the symphony when your mind is focused on avoiding trees.

I’m always making course corrections.  Sometimes it’s good to look back to see where you’ve been to make better choices about where you need to go next.  Sometimes it’s best to just let things happen.  That’s how I feel about writing and outdoor adventure.  “Sometimes adventure doesn’t start until something goes wrong”, said Yvon Choinard.  My gimp ankle told me to head back into the wild to see what it has to say.  These are their stories.

Celebrating Winter



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I love my little town of Tecumseh. Why sit around and sulk about the cold? I love that we have the Ice Sculpture Festival. I love that the City built a rink in Adams Park. I love that somebody sculpted this leaping fish. It’s my favorite piece. I’m a flyfisher. I spend my winters tying flies in anticipation of the first Spring hatch. But I cant tie flies all winter long. I need to get outside and enjoy the crisp cold air. Snow is not always available for skiing so I have to mix it up….ski a little, bird a little, hike a little. There’s always something to do. After a cold day walking around downtown yesterday I opened up a bottle of “Fireside”. It’s a mulled Cabernet Franc made by Pentamere Winery here in Tecumseh and it’s delicious. Wine and cold weather go together nicely in my opinion. The festival continues today with a celebration of chocolate. So I’ll be downtown again today….with long johns on, carhardts, and warm gloves.