My Mom has been gone for over fifty years but I wanted to honor her on this day because I feel I failed to do so while she was alive. I grew up in a three-time busted home. My Mom worked at the restaurant business six days a week for thirty years and died at the age of 55. Actually, she was a huge success in this line of work. Meanwhile I was pretty much on my own, not doing well in school and just barely avoiding becoming a juvenile delinquent. I saw my Mom every morning and evening after work shift; aside from that we did not see much of each other.
Except, Mom sometimes took special time off to do something special with me. What I remember most clearly are the birthday parties she threw for me during my Junior High years. She would rent a place with a large space for dancing and employ a disc-jockey. It was usually at a local hotel and all my classmates were invited. We even played “Spin the Bottle” at one of these events. I told my classmates to tell their parents my uncle Dale would be the chaperone. Actually, Dale was just two years older than the rest of us !
Also, Mom often took me with her on her shopping trips in Seattle. We made the 100 mile trip in the club car of the passenger train, which was always very special, and stayed overnight in the huge fantastic Olympic Hotel. I got to choose a toy at Frederick and Nelson’s department store, and we usually spent an evening at the theater watching comedians Olson and Johnson do their thing in “Hell’s A Poppin’! Often we went to the Ice Follies to see Frick and Frack do their impossible tricks. Or to Barnum and Baily’s indoor circus.
Several times we went to the race track at Longacres and watch the horses run. Mom would even place a bet on the horse of my own choosing! The really biggest special event I remember was when we went to the University of Washington football stadium to see my favorite All-American player Herman Wedemeyer play against the Huskies. His St. Mary’s team lost but Herman made a great run for a touchdown. We always ate in a fancy restaurant and I had my usual cheeseburger!
These regular trips to Seattle with my Mom were the highpoints of my childhood. As I mentioned above, I did not do well in school and twice my teachers threatened to require that I repeat a grade before moving on. Both times my Mom found an alternative school which took me “as I was” and thus I avoided failing. One of these schools was directed by the local Teachers College and the other was a swell-known preparatory high school in Seattle. In both cases I did well enough to be passed along. I did not return to the prep school but learned a lot that stood me in good stead all down the line.
Actually, sports of all kinds were the love of my life and I hardly ever got home before dark because I was playing some sport or another. Here, too, my Mom was my number one supporter. She not only came to several of my unofficial football games that I had organized with another local Junior High, but she often came to my high school track meets to watch me participate. When I was in high school and failed to make the basketball team Mom actually sponsored a City league basketball team named after her restaurant, “Virginia’s Café”, so I could play basketball.
After high school I went on to college, supported of course by my Mom. She paid the bills for four years, and even took care of many more things while I was in graduate school. One of my graduate schools was in NYC and this gave Mom a chance to visit the Big Apple “on the cheap” since she could stay with me and my family. Naturally, Mom took the three of us out to the movies and dinner at swank restaurants, and even ice skating at Rockefeller Plaza. Unfortunately I never felt that I had fully expressed my gratitude to Mom for all she had meant to and done for me over those years.
Nevertheless, perhaps some of the above will help to “cover the bases” in sharing my love for Virginia Isabell McGinnis, my Mom!

Over the years my wife Mari and I have spent many wonderful months on the beautiful and busy island of Crete. We have come especially to love our many friends there. So, when someone casts dispersions on these people we naturally get a little upset. Well, it turns out that right there in the Bible (Paul’s letter to so must refer to Titus 1:12) a Cretan poet says about his own people: “Cretans are always liars.” Not only is this a surprising thing for a person to say about his own people, but it seems to involve a logical paradox that has puzzled logicians for centuries.
The problem is that here is a Cretan person saying that all Cretans are always liars. Now either what he is saying is true, in which case he himself must be a liar and this very statement is a lie and therefore untrue. Or what he is saying is true and not a lie, which also contradicts his more general statement. So, either the original statement is wrong and itself a lie, or it is correct and entails that this original statement was itself a lie. Either way, the original statement seems to be both true and false. This seems very paradoxical indeed.
The great logician Bertrand Russell even troubled himself about this paradox and solved it to his own satisfaction, but not to everyone’s it seems. Quite a few learned journal articles have been written over the years by various logicians trying to criticize or defend Russell’s argument. Russell “solved” the problem by pointing out that there are different logical levels involved in the statements of the paradox and once these are distinguished the so-called ‘paradox” disappears. As I said above, not all logicians seemed to have agreed of Lord Russell.
Fortunately, we need not worry ourselves about these controverses here. But we are still left with the puzzle over how a statement can be both correct and false at the same time. Russell avoided the problem by cleverly introducing the “levels of language” gambit, but basically we are still left, at our own everyday level, with what seems to be a logical contradiction. How can a statement be both true and false at one and the same time?
The problem, then, has to do with the logical difficulties that arise when we try to speak about the very statement we are currently uttering. It’s called the “paradox of self-reference” and leads to many muddles. The Cretans in question could get themselves off the hook by inserting a logical qualifier that exempts the speaker from being included as one of the many subjects in the class “All Cretans”. Thus “All Cretans, except for the speaker, are always liars”.
This solution works for all such statements involving self-reference. Now, this may sound like a rather esoteric problem and clearly solvable, but it pats to pay attention to such idiosyncratic puzzles because they cast light on the nature of language and logic themselves. We run into this difficulty whenever we say things like “I now believe falsely that I am speaking English.” Most of the time we sail right through such potential problems and that is well and good. But its always fun, and wise, to acknowledge the logical difficulties built into language itself.