Getting Back to Happiness

Posted on January 5, 2026 by Michael Kane
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A slower pace of life can make you happy

A rebirth out of spiritual adversity causes us to become new creatures. ~ James E Faust

Getting Back to Happiness

The past year has been a nightmare in many ways and absolutely incredibly challenging. It was a year of open-heart surgery, the death of my mother and a nightmare political landscape in America. With society changing at a high rate of speed there has been this underlying buzz of stress and anxiety that has just amplified all of the challenges that we all have faced this past year. For me, it’s also been a year of stress and obligation. Coming back to work I was constantly three weeks behind and it created a massive amount of stress for me all semester to pile on top of everything else. There was so much obligation this year, in the midst of everything I was dealing with, I was dealing with aging and dying parents and trying to support them and even more so my sister who was on the front line where they live(d) answering and dealing with the day to day running around and needs. So I am not unhappy to see 2025 end.

One of the important things about getting an aortic valve replacement at 60 years old is that you are on a clock. Most valve replacements average about 7 years before you need another one, maybe as many as 10 or 12 years if you get lucky. So I’ve got about 6 years where I can confidently do any serious physical challenges I want to take on, before I’m likely under the knife again, or having a TAVR procedure and there are no guarantees how I bounce back from a second surgery much closer to 70. So it’s time to get back to being the guy in the picture above.

This upcoming year will definitely be a year of change for me. I’m not afraid of change, anxious, but not afraid. This year, I will be looking for a change of venue. I have a final interview for a position in NY next week. If that doesn’t work out I’ll continue looking for a position, but I also be moving forward with adventure planning for the new year. I have three in mind. I have in my mind to hike the Overland Track in Tasmania hopefully in April. I have discussed plans with a good friend to do a cruise to Antarctica in Dec/January. If I accomplish both, I will have finally made my goal to set foot on all seven continents, although I may put a leg on my Tasmanian trip to New Zealand so I can grab the unofficial eighth continent, Oceania. Finally, it’s been a really long time since I’ve been out into the ocean, so if I’m on the West Coast Hawaii and maybe a little further, the Cook Islands hold a draw. If I’m on the East Coast, there are a whole lot of Caribbean Islands worth a visit.

The hike also means a focus on training and hopefully getting my blood sugar back into a better range and to drop the weight the last four months of stress have help me put on. My hope for you friends that is in this new year you can find your own adventures, find your way to happiness and that, that results in many happy days for you my friend. ~ Rev Kane

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Living in the Season of Death and Dying

Posted on January 4, 2026 by Michael Kane
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Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them. ~ George Eliot

Living in the Season of Death and Dying

Tis the season I guess, the season of death and dying. My mother passed just about a month ago and we’re still dealing with everything, paying off bills, cleaning out the house, getting her ashes, getting the documents together to file for probate. Having all the conversations, dealing with insane family and near family members losing their shit, or completely being ignored by close relatives. Watching and helping family find their way through grief, it’s a lot for everyone.

And in the midst of that we acknowledge another death anniversary, it was 26 years ago today that my Grandpa Kane, pictured above, passed away. I was reminded today by my aunt who sent me an amazing message, he’d be proud of my tomatoes. A message that may seem insignificant, but my grandfather loved gardening, loved growing roses and tomatoes and he passed those passions on to me, taught me how to grow roses by tricking a little boy. You see, he convinced me to grow roses by telling me step one was to go fishing, and we did. Then we placed the fish into the holes we dug for the rose bushes and put them in. I now know of course, that this was a way to provide nitrogen fertilizer for the plants, and it was a genius approach. I honor and remember him each year by doing something he dearly loved to do, and that is to eat the first tomato of the year like an apple, with a little bit of salt while drinking a beer.

A few months before my grandfather’s death I was visiting and we were having a conversation. He turned to me at one point and said, “you know I’m turning 100 this year.” This was 1999 in the fall and I pointed out that he was born in 1910 and that he was turning 90. He insisted that because it was the millennium, he automatically turned 100. So I suggested it worked that way for me as well, he denied that and we proceeded to have a good natured argument between two stubborn Irishmen for about ten minutes when I finally gave up and said, “the hell with it, you’re so damn old be whatever age you want.” He seemed really excited about turning 100.

So it would be, several months later as I celebrated the new year holiday and the year 2000 by renting a house with a friend in Florida on the Gulf of Mexico. We got down there a few days after Christmas and coincidentally on the same day both of us got a phone call that our grandfathers were dying. Hers in Minnesota, mine in New York. It didn’t seem reasonable for either of us to travel as both were at death’s door but uncertain as to when they would pass. So we resolved to stay. When my father called and said I should come on December 30th, that it would be soon I laughed it off and told him no way. That tough old bastard, he’d survived the depression in New York City, his first action in WWII landing at Normandy, and then being blown up and taken prisoner by the Germans, escaping that camp and being recaptured. I knew he wanted to be 100 and there was no way he was dying before the millenium, and of course he didn’t.

My aunt (his daughter) is a nun, an order that is still full gear penguins, and she’s now Mother Superior of the convent she resides in and my grandpa lived nearby and took care of their gardens. So when he was dying there were all manner of Catholic religious folk around his bed, priests, nuns, hell even a bishop or two. He was in a coma and hooked up to a breathing tube, catheter, and IV’s. The night before he died the nurse walked into his room and he was gone. I don’t mean dead, physically gone, in the bed there were all the tubes but no grandpa, for a moment she thought, holy shit he’s been raptured. Then she heard the toilet flush and he came walking out of the bathroom. That’s right, at 90, he’d pulled out his own breathing tube, I just went through this post heart surgery and I have no idea now he did it. He pulled out his catheter and his IV’s, got up and went to the bathroom. The nurse exclaimed, “what are you doing?” He looked at her like she was an idiot and said, “I had to take a piss.” She got him back in bed, reinserted the tubes and the next morning he passed. So those were his last words. Given the tie to New Year’s Eve, I always think a lot about him this time of year and those amazing last words.

But those are not the best last words in the history of my family. No, those belong to my great uncle, hillbilly Joe Cutlip. By far the greatest character in my family. A West Virginia hillbilly who met my grandfather, Cordato not Kane, in basic training in the army. They would go on to marry two Kentucky hillbilly sisters who when they met them, were barefoot and hanging in a tree. Uncle Joe was amazing, great stories, great jokes, claimed to have been a sparring partner for Joe Louis, had the flattened nose to back it up. He and my great aunt never had children and he worked as an engineer and his one vice was buying a new Cadillac every year and driving up from Jersey to show it off to us in NY. He loved popping me into the driver seat and showing me all the new fancy gadgets and features. He had the first car I ever saw with a phone in it. Well, when my Uncle Joe was dying, he to was unresponsive and my mom’s sister was sitting with him. He suddenly regained consciousness and my aunt called in the nurse. She came in and checked him out, told him she’d call his wife. As she was walking out Uncle Joe turned to my aunt and said, “that nurse has an ass the size of a Bavarian oven.” My aunt chuckled and said, “I never heard that one before.” He smiled and said his final words, “I’ve never seen an ass that big before.”

So in the season of death and dying I’m reminded that before I go, I better have some damn good last words ready. ~ Rev Kane

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My New Year Resolutions – For You!

Posted on January 2, 2026 by Michael Kane

Approach the new year with resolve to find the opportunities hidden in each new day. ~ Michael Josephson

My New Year Resolutions – For You!

So I’m going to do something a little bit obnoxious tonight, here on New Year’s Day, I’m not going to make New Year Resolutions for myself, instead I’ve decided to do it for you. So here we go, your resolutions for 2026.

Have hope – For many of us 2025 was a very hard year. Let’s start the year off with hope that 2026 will be a better year for all of us.

Stay positive – It’s important to stay positive, and the most important way to stay positive is to view the world from a positive position. Most of the things that happen to us in life are inherently neutral, but what’s important is how we view them. The simplest example is that if something frustrates you, you can look at as an impediment, bad luck, or the world being against you, or you can choose to look at it as an opportunity to demonstrate your determination and resilience.

Do the basics – Something that I come back to time and time again on this blog is how incredibly important the basics are to being happy. Making sure that you are sleeping enough, eating right, drinking enough water, exercising and getting outside, particularly getting some sunlight in the winter. And finally are you safe, and that means both mentally and physically. If not, that is the first thing that you must address.

Give yourself grace – Finally, give yourself grace, or more plainly, give yourself a break. You are never going to be the perfect person, the perfect parent, child, partner, employee, etc… Give yourself some grace in 2026. As long as you are making a legitimate effort, honestly trying to do your best, than you’re doing what you can and that’s enough.

Hopefully these are resolutions that you can take on and keep for the coming year, if you do, I believe you’ll have happier days my friends. ~ Rev Kane

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Happy New Year’s Eve – 2026

Posted on January 1, 2026 by Michael Kane

Be at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let every new year find you a better man. ~ Benjamin Franklin

Happy New Year’s Eve – 2026

Welcome to Amateur Night! My annual New Year’s Eve posts have really become a small homage to my old neighbor Jack Wrigley. Jack was a guy who enjoyed a good party and a beer but he didn’t participate in New Year’s Eve. I asked him why once and he simply said, “I don’t do amateur night.” The quote always stuck with me. When I was drinking, and a full blown alcoholic, I did a few amateur nights and they were always miserable. It’s the one night a year, well maybe two if we count St. Patrick’s Day, where people who don’t normally drink, insist on drinking for hours and getting sloppy drunk. And sloppy drunks means dealing with people vomiting, people saying stupid shit and the inevitable monkey pumped up on liquid courage who is convinced he needs to get into a fight. None of that is fun, so I made Amateur Night a hard pass years ago.

But each year it reminds me of Jack Wrigley. Jack was one of the most laid back humans I’ve ever met. He was the first person I knew with a tattoo, he’d gotten the prototypical anchor tattoo while in the navy. He worked with my father and had a cabin next door to our house and a little pool that he graciously allowed me to use whenever I wanted. Which led to one of the best days of my teenage life, when his smokin hot daughter Renee, maybe the most beautiful woman to come from our county, showed up with a couple of friends to suntan while I was using the pool. It was my first ever experience, I was about 14, them around 19, of having the attention of three gorgeous women all to myself. They thought I was a goofy kid, but it was a glorious hour one summer. So as usual tonight, I’ll raise a glass to the memory of Jack Wrigley.

So whatever you’re doing tonight friends, I hope you have a happy and safe night. Me, I made some pizza, bought some killer brownies and will be watching football and the Stranger Things finale. Should be a chill and good night, hope you have the same. ~ Rev Kane

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Goodbye 2025!

Posted on December 31, 2025 by Michael Kane

Your success and happiness lies in you. Resolve to keep happy, and your joy and you shall form an invincible host against difficulties. ~ Helen Keller

Goodbye 2025!

I am happy to say goodbye to 2025. Like any year, good things happened, bad things happened but this has been the most stressful, wearing year in a very long time for me. It was the year that my heart stopped, happily medically and even more happily it started after the surgery. I guess I was technically a cyborg for a couple of hours while my heart was stopped, not something I want to do every year.

This was the year I was supposed to retire, but my heart surgery interrupted that plan. It was the year that one of my bosses tried to trump up controversy and get me fired. And a job that I haven’t liked in a while, had a really shitty year. And delaying my retirement just made it worse. And doing a job search in one of the worst years to look for a job in higher education has not been great. Not to mention that universities, like many businesses now really disrespect job applicants. Essentially a lot of jobs now, acknowledge that they’ve received your application and you never hear from them again. Hell, I was even ghosted once after doing a second level interview.

This year was the year that my parents truly became elderly. They both significantly declined this year. My father fell multiple times, split open his head, broke his leg and hip. My mother declined quickly and finally lost her battle with cancer and passed away in December. It’s not just a death, but the responsibility all around it that wears you down. The impact on family, finalizing bills, making notifications, going through probate, dealing with the house. Finding out that people you are related to really don’t give a shit about you. It’s all a lot, takes a toll on everyone and takes way too fucking long.

This year in many ways has been the loneliest year of my life. It’s been a year when I feel less connected to people than I ever have. I felt isolated and alone this year, even though I received great support during my surgery recovery, this was a year when I have felt more than I have in decades, that I am in the wrong place and I’m here alone.

Finally, my luck has disappeared. The joke I’ve been making is that if there was a game, where there were 100 balls in a jar, and you would win if you picked 99 of them, and only lost if you picked one particularly ball, right now I would pick the losing ball every time. It’s been that bad, particularly the last few months.

So goodbye 2025, I’m not sorry to see you go. Hopefully what you taught me was that I must make things better, even if that means drastic changes. I hope my friends, your 2025 has been better than mine and let’s hope for all of us that 2026 brings many happy days. ~ Rev Kane

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One of My Happy Places

Posted on December 28, 2025 by Michael Kane

I don’t see the desert as barren at all; I see it as full and ripe. It doesn’t need to be flattered with rain. It certainly needs rain, but it does with what it has, and creates amazing beauty.
Read more at https://www.brainyquote.com/topics/desert-quotes. ~ Joy Harjo

One of My Happy Places

This is one of those posts I hesitate to write a little bit. You see the place I’m going to write about, when I went to for the first time five years ago was really under the radar. Over the last five years that has changed, and with the camping reservation system being instituted in Nevada State Parks, Valley of Fire of State Park has gotten a lot more popular. The park is located about 30 miles or so east of Las Vegas. Approaching it doesn’t inspire confidence, it’s pretty much basic Mojave Desert. But inside the park you find a valley full of color and absolutely amazing geology and often close up views of Bighorn Sheep. I’m usually in the park during Christmas and the week between Christmas and New Years. It’s really crowded with day visitors that week and used to be crowded in the campgrounds, now the campgrounds are absolutely packed. This year I went in a week early and there are a lot fewer day users and far fewer campers on the weekdays. And here’s the one tip that will make the read worth the time if you ever go there. Driving out from Vegas the first turn off to the park, particularly during the holidays and on weekends can mean a 30 minute or more wait to get to the gate. So I recommend continuing up I-15 and going into the park via the east entrance, it’s about a 15 or 20 minute extra drive, but will take you to a gate where the longest line I’ve ever seen is three cars.

I needed this trip this year, it’s been a year since my last vacation and it was camping in Valley of Fire last Christmas. This has been a very long year. Open heart surgery and the six month recovery tied to that, three months at home recuperating, and then back to work. Work has been absolute hell this year, being off for three months meant I spent the last three months constantly behind the eight-ball. Add to that a lot of health issues with both of my parents, the impact that has on my whole family that of course culminated with the death of my mother earlier this month. It is utterly unusual for me to go a full year without a vacation and worse in a really stressful year. I was extremely happy to be out in the desert, it’s absolutely one of my happy places. Below is me eating some gifted ramen on my campsite and I think my face shows how happy I am to be out there.

I grew up on the East Coast and love Eastern Deciduous Forests, it’s where I developed my love of the outdoors, where I’ve spent most of my time outdoors. It’s the environ that made up the majority of my Appalachian Trail hike. I especially love those forests in the fall and winter. When I moved west however, I developed first an appreciation, and then an absolute love of the desert, particularly the Mojave. It’s started with my first trip to Burning Man, then Anza Borrego State Park, and continued to grow as I moved to the Mojave for a couple of years and then found the Valley of Fire. I love the Mojave, especially in the winter. Desert camping has it’s own set of challenges, but after a lot of years I have it down. The Mojave is desolate beauty, often the treasures are hidden below the surface, around a bend, down in a valley. Natural quiet, those moments where you can actually not hear any man-made noise are plentiful and I crave those experiences. And in the Valley of Fire I know where those places are and can literally go and sit there and hear nothing but the sounds of nature.

Valley of Fire is an amazing place because you get so many different types of geography. You can find open large view desert.

You can find wildly colored rock

You can find whole rock walls full of Native American made petroglyphs

And amazing slot canyons

So in the park I spend my days hiking through these amazing places and at night sit around a campfire and stare up at dark skies full of stars.

And usually, in the Arch Rock Campground, mornings involve Bighorn Sheep actually strolling through the campground. This year however, there’s been more rain than normal in the desert, as such, there is still vegetation up high and so the sheep aren’t coming down low to graze. So no sheep this year, but a photo of them last year.

And finally, an annual winter tradition for me, my naked hike in the desert, happily this year nothing exciting, just a nice quiet hike. Last year I had a small ranger interaction, but she was nice about it and just told me to put my clothes on.

We all have our happy places, and as much as possible we need to find time to be in those places. One of the most amazing things I was able to do last week, and it’s a simple thing, was to be able to lay in my hammock in the sun and something unusual for the desert, lay there and just watch clouds float across the sky. Below I’m dropping in a full gallery of the sites from the Valley of Fire.

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Happiness is Yukon Cornelius

Posted on December 13, 2025 by Michael Kane

How do you like that, even among misfits, you’re misfits ~ Yukon Cornelius

Happiness is Yukon Cornelius

I love Yukon Cornelius, one of my favorite days on the Appalachian Trail was running into a chubby hiker, with red-hair and beard and when I asked him his trail name, he said Yukon Cornelius!

Yukon Cornelius is the man, I wanted to grow up to be Yukon Cornelius. I originally had the red hair, eventually had the red beard, but I never quite lived up to Yukon! Let’s recount this man’s accomplishments. First, he searched the Yukon eternally in search of gold, and had the ability to taste gold off his axe hitting the ground. Do you know how many Alaskans would kill for that ability? He helped the misfits on the Island of Misfit Toys, he fought a Bumble and won! Then, he made the Bumble his friend. Do you have any idea how much I would love if my one mark on the world was to be the man who found, battled and befriended a Yeti! Quite simply Yukon, is the hero of Rudolph’s story, no Yukon, no Christmas.

Quite simply to hell with Santa, Krampus, the Grinch and even Rudolph himself. Nothing says Christmas like Yukon freakin Cornelius! Although Hermey the Dentist comes pretty damn close.

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Granny’s Christmas Sugar Kisses

Posted on December 12, 2025 by Michael Kane
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My granny looking cool

Grandmothers are a gift not to be taken lightly. So many lose them before they are old enough to know their magic. ~ Nikita Gill

Granny’s Christmas Sugar Kisses

I like Thanksgiving and as a result I have some traditions related to what I do on Thanksgiving, the cooking I do, my annual hike. These all stem from traditions that were built as I was a child related to the holiday.

Christmas, as regular readers will be aware, is not my favorite holiday by a long shot, I downright dislike it. As such, I don’t have a lot of traditions around Christmas, the biggest one I have now is retreating from humanity and spending some alone time in the desert, doing a naked hike weather permitting. There is one tradition the last few years that I have tried to replicate from my childhood. The one thing I could count on every single Christmas for many, many years were Granny’s Christmas cookies. She made several, but there was one that was my favorite, her peanut butter kisses.

I took it for granted for so long that these would always be there every Christmas. My granny made sure, she shipped them to all the far flung places I found myself while she was alive. And after she passed my sister would make them some years and they were good, nostalgic, but not quite the same. Over the last few years I’ve found myself really missing this last piece of my granny.

A little about my granny, she was maybe the most significant person in my life. She’s absolutely the person who is responsible for the person that I am. My granny was the only person I’ve ever known who absolutely had unconditional love for me. She loved me an insane amount, one reason was I was a connection back to her husband, my grandpa POW. He died when I was five years old and I was the only grandchild that had any memory of him, I think that made me a bridge to him for her. My childhood was fucked up and honestly, I should have turned out to be a dangerous psychopath. But what interrupted that path was quite simply my granny’s love. Her constant attention, her constant positivity, her constant compliments. She told me over and over and over that I was smart, good, kind quite simply that I was special. And because she never lied to me, because she was always there for me, I believed her and it’s the reason I possess the self-confidence that I have today. She was my hero.

She was also a Kentucky hillbilly to the core. She grew up literally dirt poor, in a house with dirt floors and no indoor plumbing. If you know granny from the Beverly Hillbillies TV show, you’re not terribly far off from my granny. She was tiny, mighty and ready to rumble to her last day. Hillbillies are the hardest people on Earth to kill, seriously, they’re like cockroaches, you have to drop a bomb on these people. As such she lived til 90, beat cancer and did it all with her own style. The picture I used for the post is my favorite of her, very near the end of her life, I call it her Lou Reed shot.

So missing my granny, and her cookies, like her meatballs before them, I started trying to make them. Years ago I worked out her meatball recipe and now I’m trying to figure out her cookies. Over the last several years I’ve gotten pretty good at making them, but there was always something missing and in my head it was sugar, but it made no sense. I was confused and one year even made them as sugar cookies instead of peanut butter cookies. The texture was right, the taste was not. I’m a cook, not much of a baker but I don’t give up easily. And now, as of yesterday, this Christmas I think I’ve got it. So, I understood the cookie and never did the most basic thing and look at recipes for these cookies, that are typically called peanut butter blossoms. Now, I’m not an idiot, I had looked at a couple of recipes before, but this time I dug in through a bunch of them and one solved the mystery for me, and it was sugar.

You see, after you make the peanut butter batter and roll them into balls, you roll them briefly in sugar and start the baking process. The other piece that I had been missing, I would fully bake the cookies and pull them out, insert the chocolate kisses and that didn’t leave them cracked, a tiny thing but it always bothered me. You see what I was missing, besides the sugar was that you should cook the cookies until about two-minutes short of done, pull them out, place the kisses and finish baking for the last two minutes browning them. The recipe I found specifically mentioned that pressing the kisses in at that point would cause cracks in the cookies, perfection. I’m excited this weekend to make a bunch to take with me into the desert, to sit upon a rock in the setting sun in my favorite spot in the Valley of the Fire, eat a few cookies and think about my granny, merry Christmas to me and a happy day in the desert my friends . ~ Rev Kane

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Things I’m Thankful for Tonight

Posted on December 11, 2025 by Michael Kane
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You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it. ~ Robin Williams

Things I’m Thankful for Tonight

Today was a big day, my six month post-surgery appointment, which of course came at seven months post surgery, you have to love American healthcare. If you want to read more about that process, in the categories those posts are under Rev Kane’s Wild Ride. I got up late, was running late, forgot to take my medications, as I got to the floor the nurse was calling my name. Ran in, sat down, got inspected, injected, detected and neglected (IYKYK). Actually, just got weighed and took my blood pressure, 153/90, took if 5 minutes later after sitting there chatting with the nurse, 130/80, doctor came in and took it again 126/70, without medication and that’s damn good news.

It was a really short appointment, my echocardiagram results were really good and she essentially told me she didn’t need to see me for three years and did I have any questions. I had three, first, what type of tissue valve was installed in me, pig or cow. Turns out it’s a bovine valve, so I guess I’ll need to feel a little more guilty when I eat steak. And I was a little bummed, had it been a pig valve it would have meant if I just added a bear claw necklace, I could be man-bear-pig, again (IYKYK).

So I guess I’ll just be little ole me. Question two, is there any reason I can’t scuba dive, she said no. Finally, any reason I can’t jump out of a plane, she said no. Although my research indicates otherwise so I’ll need to dig a little deeper on that one.

I was thinking tonight, with this good news I’d post a little bit about the things I’m grateful for since the surgery. First and foremost, all of the folks who helped out to get me to the hospital, who visited, drove me home and helped me during my recovery, I’ve thanked them each individually but wanted to again publicly, their kindness and generosity blew me away.

I’m grateful for all the little things I do effortlessly that wasn’t the case post surgery. Bending over and not needing a grabber to get things off of the floor. Being able to bench press, even if I can’t do push ups yet, a little frustrating. Being able to easily put on shoes that tie and shirts that don’t button up. Although it’s become such a habit I rarely do, but being able to push up out of a chair using my arms, or coughing or sneezing without having to wrap my arms around my chest. I’m thankful to be on fewer medicines than before the surgery. I’m thankful for having great health insurance, my entire surgical process including my heart cathatarization cost exactly $15.

I’m really thankful that I just finally, nearly, almost feel physically normal and not hesitant to do things like put my pants on standing up for fear of falling and trashing my breast bone. It’s a really good feeling.

This has been a really hard year, I’m thankful it’s almost over. ~ Rev Kane

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A Happy Holiday Cat Story

Posted on December 10, 2025 by Michael Kane

As anyone who has ever been around a cat for any length of time well knows, cats have enormous patience with the limitations of the human kind. ~ Cleveland Amory

A Happy Holiday Cat Story

So today one of my faculty relayed to me the most amazing happy story. Her mother left Buffalo where she lives to fly to Florida to visit family and I suspect, get out of the New York cold. She brought along Kitty Bear, her beloved 18 year old cat. At the rental car yard the cat escaped it’s carrier and bolted across the lot. She was distraught at losing her cat and searched for her for hours. Even seeing the cat on several occasions but never being able to grab it. Eventually giving up and going to a hotel for the night, she was supposed to be driving and staying three hours away from the airport but stayed in town to continue searching.

She got up the next morning at dawn and returned to the lot and looked for hours not finding her cat. It was at this point she called my faculty, her daughter, and in tears relayed what had happened and that she know had to give up and drive three hours to her hotel. Her daughter, trying to make her mom feel better told her it would be alright, but then got determined and told her, she would find the cat. Her mother, said it’s impossible to do that from California. But her daughter was determined, found her way to a Florida Facebook Lost Kitty page and posted about the cat.

A little while later, someone contacted her, they knew where the cat was, but they didn’t have it. Turned out, she saw the cat on a member restricted cat page on Facebook. She found a way to get my faculty access and she posted out to the page about the cat. A while later, a woman contacted her, she’d found a cat that looked like her cat on a bridge. It was sitting on a piling on the bridge sleeping, one side should it tumble off would be traffic, the other side, the ocean. This woman slipped up on and snatched the cat saving it. Thing is, the cat was 40 miles from the airport, it must have slipped into and then later out of a rental car.

My faculty called her mom, told her that she may have found the cat, told her the story and her mother hung up on her. Ten minutes later her mom called back, she was on the road and heading to get back her cat, even though it wasn’t even confirmed it even was her cat. She got the address and drove to the woman’s house and YES, it was her cat, her cat from Buffalo and it turned out, the woman’s last name was Buffalo. The woman who found the cat, a single mom, ER nurse asked for nothing for returning the cat, but the owner threw money at her for amazingly returning her cat and wished her a very, merry Christmas.

A truly amazing and uplifting story for your holiday season, have a happy day my friends. ~ Rev Kane

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