Thursday, March 31, 2011

Play Ball!

We have survived another winter season.

Today is baseball's Opening Day. Six games are scheduled.

Let's hope Old Man Winter doesn't get in the way.

PS: In case you didn't notice, the Chicago Cubs are now tied for first place. But that's okay- they don't play until tomorrow.

A 30-Year Memory: Winning Movies

March 31 - The 53rd Academy Awards. The ceremonies, which were presided over by Johnny Carson, were originally scheduled for the previous day but were postponed due to the assassination attempt on President Ronald Reagan.

Best Picture: Ordinary People
Actor: Robert De Niro - Raging Bull
Actress: Sissy Spacek - Coal Miner's Daughter
Supporting Actor: Timothy Hutton - Ordinary People
Supporting Actress: Mary Steenburgen – Melvin and Howard

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

A 30-Year Memory: A Moment in Time

March 30 – U.S. President Ronald Reagan is shot in the chest outside a Washington, D.C. hotel by John Hinckley, Jr. Two police officers and Press Secretary James Brady are also wounded.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Just Doing the Job

I heard there was some controversy going on again about a president waging some kind of war action in Libya. This time both right and left got kind of upset about it for all kinds of reasons. Sure, some were supporting it, but most didn't want anything to do with it. That of course happened after all kinds of people criticized the same president for not doing anything earlier in the crisis.

Now he stands up and says we have to do it.

Remember? He was a Nobel Peace Prize winner.

Well, it makes no difference in the long run, I am afraid, whether one is a Democrat or Republican, right-wing or left-wing. There will always be a reason for wars. That's human nature.

Or maybe more to the point- it's human politics.

It doesn't matter whether it was Bill Clinton or Barack Obama; Bush 1 or Bush 2.

It's just presidents doing what presidents do.

Monday, March 28, 2011

No Juice

I mentioned yesterday the talk by author Kent Nerburn from last week. He spent a little time talking about telling stories (of which he is a master!) He talked about once being told that philosophy was

stories with all the juice squeezed out.
He went on to say that stories are essential to people and their self-identities. Which is why stories are neither fact nor fiction- they are far more important than that. Jesus' parables are perhaps the best examples in history of the truth of that. When asked many a question, Jesus would answer with a parable- a story- that was far more real and profound than simply a bunch of facts or expository sermon.

Even some of the most profound of his teachings are found in the context of a story. Think, for example, of the amazing power of John 3 which gains its power because it is in the midst of a story that illustrates it.

We must continue to tell stories, true stories of hope and peace, life and grace. We need them in this oh so difficult world.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

At First We Meet Jesus

As the pastor was preaching about the Samaritan woman this morning she connected a bit of theology and action for me. It went simply like this:

The woman at the well first comes to meet Jesus as a man, a human being. Only as she talks to him and he enlightens her does she come to know him as the Savior.
Not a great new insight, but an interesting connection for me. My response was simply:
No wonder so much of what we call evangelism doesn't work. We try to skip the first step.
That first step is for people, including ourselves, to come to know Jesus as Jesus of Nazareth, one of us, and then to know him as Jesus the Christ. We often, instead, try to prove why we need a savior, why Jesus IS the savior, and what that means. Most of the time it is only after we get to know Jesus that we can come to know him as Christ.

This seems to be a not uncommon pattern in the Gospels. It explains why, at first, the disciples are so clueless. Jesus is their friend and teacher, but he is not yet the Messiah. That awareness comes slowly and, in the end, only after the Resurrection for many.

Then came the other connection- we are often the way people meet Jesus of Nazareth in the flesh. No, I am not having messianic fantasies. It is one of those standard understandings of sharing the Good News that we may be "the only Bible some people read." Well, we may be the only way some people will get to meet Jesus. Us. His People.

That doesn't mean we have to be perfect- the woman at the well wasn't perfect. But when she went back to her fellow citizens of the town, they still listened and came out to meet Jesus themselves thanks to her. They later tell her that now they have seen and experienced Him because of what she had done.

Sharing the Good News, then, as I see it is to live the life Jesus came to give us. Yes, that is a simple and even simplistic statement. It misses more nuances than we can even begin to count because each of us is different and comes with different sets of insights and gifts.

But in the end the revelation from the heavens comes to very, very, very few people. In spite of us, God still uses us.

Amazing.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Visiting With An Author

Our local library had an author visit last Sunday from Minnesota's own Kent Nerburn. He was here to talk about his latest book, The Wolf at Twilight which I read a year ago.

It was an interesting afternoon as I got to hear some of the background of the story and how Nerburn wants to help walk with us non-Indians into a culture that would be important for us to understand. He has had his history of detractors that he, as a white man, can't speak for the Native Americans. He has wrestled with how to portray himself in his books in a way that can be helpful.

I think he has done an excellent job. He can, I believe, help us in the midst of our own white naivete to open more fully to the spirit of the land that was here long before us. The Indians certainly were in touch with that and can be a guide if we will be open.

Friday, March 25, 2011

A 20-Year Memory: A New History

March 25-  63rd Academy Awards.

Best Picture: Dances With Wolves
Actor: Jeremy Irons – Reversal of Fortune
Actress: Kathy Bates – Misery
Supporting Actor: Joe Pesci – Goodfellas
Supporting Actress: Whoopi Goldberg – Ghost

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

How Quickly Things Get Old

Take the Japanese earthquake/tsunami/nuclear disaster. Why it was only a week ago that it was the top story. News programs, news channels, news junkies all tried to outdo each other in making sure we knew what was going on. Why, it even knocked Charlie Sheen off the top of the news.

Then, alas, along comes the Libyan air strikes, led by France and the US. Suddenly war is big news.

Sure, within a few weeks the newsmen will return to Japan to sum up how things have been going. For a short period the Japanese catastrophes will be back in our consciousness.

Depending, of course, if some other BIG story comes along and has to push it back.

We have become insatiable. Or perhaps the news channels have. I used to be a news junkie. I never wanted to miss Huntley-Brinkley (that was NBC many years ago), Walter Cronkite or the latest issues of Newsweek or Time. I devoured them, filling up on news across the board.

Today I skim the Yahoo! News site a couple times a day, see NBC Nightly News a couple times a week and sometimes look past the first page of the local newspaper. I catch The Daily Show when I can. I never watch CNN, MSNBC or Fox.

Am I well-informed? Not in the least. I am overloaded and tired of the BIG story of the week, day, or hour. I don't know whether we are better off for it all or not. Ignorance about the world is NOT bliss, but I'm not sure a steady diet of hype and over-the-top ADHD reporting is healthy either.

Yes, the BIG stories are often BIG. I just need to mention Egypt, Japan and Libya to illustrate that point. But I am afraid we are losing our sense of perspective.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

A Life on a Bookshelf

I was sitting in my computer room/study the other evening and my glance headed toward one of the bookshelves. Probably because I have become more aware of aging recently for a number of reasons, I looked at the shelves and realized that there's a lot of my life history up there. Not so much as a biography but as the things that have inspired and guided me at different times and places.

First, up in the left-hand corner a small collection of Sierra Club books:
In Wildness is the Preservation of the World
The Place No One Knew
Grand Canyon of the Living Colorado
Navajo Wildlands
Gentle Wilderness and the classic
On the Loose.

It was through these books that my wilderness life was piqued, planted, and fertilized. My ecological awareness and commitment to nature and the awesome power of wilderness came alive thanks to these remarkable collections of writing and photography, two of my loves since I was young.

On the same shelf, deepening that awareness are a number of field guides for trees, birds, flowers, and weather. Loren Eiseley, most famous for the Star Thrower story, but also a brilliant naturalist essayist, and Steve Van Matre's Acclimatizing books round out the top of my life.

Right below them are books about the two wilderness areas that have most personally impacted me-

  • The West Branch Susquehanna/Pine Creek, PA,  watershed and
  • The Boundary Waters Canoe Area of Minnesota
including books by Sig Olson and Richmond Myers.

Then the novelette that brings so much together, Norman Maclean's  
  • A River Runs Through It.

Interspersed are spiritual readings, Bibles, and a hymnal or three.

Sure there are other miscellaneous books. I'm not that organized to keep the odd novel, misplaced history or journal out of this sacred space. In fact, though, most of the books fit into the basic spirituality that has lifted me, challenged me, guided me and occasionally hit me up the side of the head. Prayer, church, great writing have been at the center of my life for as long as I can remember filling in the spaces between the spiritual moments, readings and places.

These books and pictures have never failed to move me. They have made my life what it is and, in recovery, have supported the work of sobriety that has given me gifts beyond measure.

What then do we do with these memories, experiences and stories? What happens as we look back over 50+ years of this kind of growth knowing that there is more behind than ahead? No, I'm not intentionally being maudlin or depressed. Life has a way of moving along until one day you glance up at the bookshelf and see what I saw.

A life filled- and fulfilled. A life of gratitude for so much experienced and done and seen.

And so much given to me.

For that I am grateful and ready to see what's next. There won't be as many books, but there will still be life and love and above all

Grace!

Monday, March 21, 2011

Another Week Begins

And I have just "discovered" Anat Cohen, a remarkable young jazz clarinetist. In spite of some of the great jazz clarinetists of the past, (Benny Goodman, Woody Herman, Eddie Daniels, etc.) the clarinet has faded away in recent years in jazz. That's too bad. Here's hoping Cohen can reverse that.

A video with Paquito Rivera:

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Oooppps!

I apologize. I got ahead of myself. I didn't miss the beginning of spring- I put it a whole day ahead of itself. For some reason I thought yesterday was the day. So it goes. It is spring!

An Astounding Epic

I have just finished one of those books that is not common or everyday. It is the work of a remarkable storyteller who has a story that sinks deep into the soul. The Story of Edgar Sawtelle by David Wroblewski. It is a book of spirit and the longings of the human heart. It is a story about a boy and his dogs, but to stop there is to say that A Tale of Two Cities is about a seamstress. It is a study of how we live and what drives us to incredible heights or devastating depths.

As Wikipedia sums it up,

the novel is a retelling of Shakespeare's Hamlet in rural Wisconsin. The titular character is a mute boy who, after his father is killed, runs away from but then returns to his usurped home, hoping to prove his suspicions that his uncle murdered his father.
In the midst of that seemingly innocuous summation is some of the best writing and descriptive passages written in years. On the edge of the Chequamegon National Forest in northern Wisconsin, it is filled with the magical realism of other cultures, but which anyone from that type of geography knows is possible in those kinds of ancient woodlands. Land and people, weather and animals all blend together in a rich interaction. When that happens, life is changed. When that it ignored or disturbed by human intervention or evil, the results are far from what we would want them to be.

In many ways the darkness of the soul that Wroblewski portrays over against the way things could be, is an ancient retelling of the Garden of Eden. Here, though, the serpent has long left the land and taken over human hearts. It is a long and rich book. I don't know if I could read it again, as Stephen King suggests. The strength comes from its surprises and mystical arc.

I have been moved by Wroblewski's prose, the voiceless singing of Edgar's soul, and the amazing loyalty of the Sawtelle dogs. It is a wonderful book!

Saturday, March 19, 2011

I Missed It

I am almost 45 minutes late as I write this. Spring began and I was busy doing other things. Just like so much of life, we miss so much when we are going about our everyday business.

But at least I caught it before it was gone.

So, finally, Saturday evening, March 20, 2011

Spring has begun.
Chichen Itza Mexico Day 5
And down there in Chichen Itza, the serpent appeared.

Cool.

Friday, March 18, 2011

An Irish Trifecta

You can't celebrate contemporary Irish music without the Pogues. And yes, you can celebrate St. Patrick's Day without drinking. Just let the music pull you forward!



If I should fall from grace with God
Where no doctor can relieve me
If I'm buried 'neath the sod
Where the ANGELS WON'T RECEIVE ME

Let me go, boys
Let me go, boys
Let me go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Be Thou My Vision - St. Patrick's Day

Perhaps one of the most famous of Irish hymns, here is Be Thou My Vision as performed by the incomparable Van Morrison. As we put Christ back in St. Patrick's Day, we remember that there is much to celebrate in many cultures and their own versions of faith.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Just Try Not To Tap Your Foot

Happy Day Before St. Patrick's Day:

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Memories Return

The headline on Christian Science Monitor today said it quite clearly:

Japan nuclear crisis eclipses Three Mile Island, nears 'Chernobyl league'

March 28, 1979; 4:00 am.

I was fast asleep within 15 miles of Three Mile Island. I knew its steam plume well. Little did I know that a stuck valve was about to become one of the scariest weekends in my life, rivaling the Cuban Missile Crisis of 1962.

As events have been tragically unfolding in Japan this past weekend I had eerie echoes of TMI. That hydrogen gas that exploded in Japan's reactors sounded a lot like the "hydrogen bubble" in the middle of the Susquehanna River near Harrisburg. At the time we knew it was serious. Looking back today it becomes clear how serious it could have become.

Fortunately in Pennsylvania, the worst never happened. We are still not sure what that would be in Japan today. We do know Chernobyl, however, and that makes it even scarier. Experts here are saying it couldn't happen here. But neither could Three Mile Island. And neither could the ones in Japan.

A Curious Sidelight: Wikipedia has the following bit from the TMI incident.
The accident at the plant occurred 12 days after the release of the movie The China Syndrome, which featured Jane Fonda as a news anchor at a California television station. In the film, a major nuclear plant failure almost happens while Fonda's character and her cameraman (Michael Douglas) are at a plant producing a series on nuclear power. She proceeds to raise awareness of how unsafe the plant is. Coincidentally, there is a scene in which Fonda's character speaks with a nuclear safety expert, who says that a meltdown could render an area "the size of Pennsylvania permanently uninhabitable."
The movie was showing in a local theater and I am told those in the audience that weekend let out a strangled gasp as they thought of the reactor just up river- in Pennsylvania with them.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Absolutely Unbelievable Questions

These are real questions, from real news people (I think) to other real people in the midst of the Japan disaster. I can't believe they asked them:

Reporter speaking to the family member of a missing American in Japan. The family member had just said they spoke to the person the day before the quake but hasn't heard a word since. So the reporter in the studio asks, in all seriousness:

And what did they say to you when you talked?
One reporter in a US studio to another reporter on the ground in NE Japan, site of some of the worst devastation.Remember that there has never been an earthquake of this magnitude in Japan, EVER!
Have you ever seen anything like this?
No, I will not let these reporters off the hook. They are professionals and these questions took place well after the initial shock of the disaster. They were not asking these in a tense, stressed out or hurried deadline moment. They asked these questions in serious deliberateness.

Oh- and it still bugs me when anyone, including reporters say "new-cue-ler" instead of "new-clee-er."

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Robins in Wisconsin

Made a trip to Wisconsin for a friend's 60th. It was sunny and warm with little snow on the ground. Temps were in the upper 30s. And I saw my first robin of the season.

Spring is springing!

Oh.. and the Twins opening day is less than 3 weeks away.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Beyond Belief

The power of the earth was shown again in yesterday's earthquake/tsunami in Japan. I watched the videos with a sense of incredible disbelief. How quickly life changes in times like that.

I know none of this is a surprise or particularly profound. But I was struck by one of the headline questions on an article:

Could the Quake Have Been Predicted?
We humans naturally hate unpredictability. If we can only dig deep enough, think the right way, find enough information, nothing should be beyond our ability to predict. There must have been, we believe, enough warning signs that this was going to happen that we could have predicted it if we had enough information and knew where to look.

Oh, if that were only true. When in reality it is far more chaotic and uncertain than that. It is far beyond our puny human ability to understand all the many forces at work that may have started miles away from the Japanese coast. Like the proverbial butterfly wing flapping in China causing a tornado in Minnesota, these forces of nature are so enormous and so fragile in their own geologic way, we will be lucky if we ever get good enough to predict an earthquake before it slides.

Sure, I know that I could be wrong. People have made statements like that about many things and been shown to be in error within days or years. But there is so much we don't understand; so much that is far beyond the vision that we have. We may get closer, but the BIG ONES will always elude us.

That is the price we pay for being human. We are powerless and in the end much of our lives are unmanageable. When we come to accept that, we have begun to find the source of serenity and grace.

Friday, March 11, 2011

A Sad Headline

Hearings on the radicalization of Muslim Americans

Sad.

Even completely antithetical to the American way of life and the very values we hold to be self-evident.

A headline based on fear of the different and the other.

A headline that takes one whole group of people and lumps them together.

What about the radicalization of poor whites in the last century- by the KKK?

What about the radicalization of Jews after WW II as many sought for a homeland in Palestine?

What about the radicalization of Irish-Americans by the IRA in the middle of the last century?

Try any of those headlines and you will have a political storm on your hands.

But we demonize Muslim-Americans because a few deranged people in the Middle East planned a horrific attack.

I had thought that after the end of WW II, when we were challenged by the internment camps for Japanese-Americans, we might have a little more sense.

I guess we are still a work in progress.

Pray for wisdom and insight that we can live out our values.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

And For That We Should Thank Him?

Thus reads the headline yesterday:

Gingrich: Love of country contributed to affair
I will withhold my deepest opinions, but why doesn't this make any sense? Why does this sound like pious excuse making, rationalizing and denial?

Or, more to the point, why does this sound like a politician running for office?

Wednesday, March 09, 2011

An 8-Year Memory: Blogging

March 9, 2003 - The Wanderings of a post-modernPilgrim begin.

Tuesday, March 08, 2011

So We Don't Forget

Even as we have a winter weather advisory for up to 6" of snow tonight, may we not lose heart or hope.

Pan of Target Field Minneapolis

Monday, March 07, 2011

Back to the Past

It amazes me that we are in the midst of an argument and divide that sounds like it could have been out of the last Century- and not the 1990s. It could have been in the first few decades as workers began to see that they were not well represented in negotiating with their bosses. It could have been in the 50s and 60s when, finally, some places like steel mills began to give their workers the right to strike and negotiate- form a union.

But it is 2011, for God's sake. We are supposed to be more compassionate, more civilized, a long way from the union wars of 100 years ago. All of a sudden (or maybe not all that suddenly) unions are again the enemy and public workers are becoming the scapegoats of a recession. They are about to be punished in many places because they have jobs- jobs which are important and even essential to our continued growth and well-being as a nation.

We must be a community. We must have public workers who can have dignity and acceptance. It doesn't matter whether they are teachers, who have been scapegoats for years, police and firefighters, snowplow drivers, or sanitation workers. We need them- and we need them to get a fair wage in a fair market. To deny them the right to have collective bargaining is to take a HUGE step into the past. It is a step into a country and community that was not, in any way, shape or form, anything like the "good, old days."

Let's not allow our nation to go backwards.

Sunday, March 06, 2011

A 30-Year Memory: End of an Era

March 6 – After 19 years hosting the CBS Evening News, Walter Cronkite signs off for the last time.

Saturday, March 05, 2011

Almost Missed

but not quite. I remembered that I hadn't posted today. That would have broken a very long string of daily posts. So, to keep things going, here it is. It doesn't have much to say; no great wisdom or insight; just a blog post.

Which is pretty much what all the posts are, so I guess it counts for keeping the unbroken string going since mid-August 2005.

Friday, March 04, 2011

Music Is Power... Hopefully To The People

the people over at Playing for Change have been making a difference by bringing musicians together digitally from all over the world. Episode 40 in their work brings Bob Marley's Redemption Song to life.



Won't you help to sing
Another song of freedom
'Cause it's all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.

Thursday, March 03, 2011

Madison Is Still Madison

And for that I am grateful!

I haven't said anything before now about the ongoing world of Madison, WI, Governor Walker and the attempt to de-unionize public employees. (Crisis in Dairyland as the Daily Show calls it.) Then I saw this headline on CNN:

Wisconsin Gov. Scott Walker on Thursday warned 14 absent lawmakers trying to stall his controversial budget bill to return to the state Capitol immediately to vote on the measure, or layoff notices will be sent to 1,500 public employees before the weekend.
Actually, I haven't talked about this because I don't know how to without getting angry. ALL the anti-education, anti-teacher prejudice that has been an undercurrent in our country is coming out in such a lop-sided mis-understanding.

So, in short, I am glad that the protests in Madison uphold a fine 50-year old tradition.

Wednesday, March 02, 2011

Feeling Good About Feeling Good

It was just a little over a year ago that my wife and I spent a week in Mexico and had a number of things happen that I described at the time as things that "shook my soul." One of these was the awareness that I was not in as good a physical shape as I hoped I could be. It was around that time that I made a commitment to discipline myself. I would work out every workday morning before work.

Which for me was - and is - quite a commitment. I am not now- and never have been a morning person. To work out every morning would mean a slightly earlier bedtime and a much earlier out-of-the-building morning time. Much to my surprise and to most of those who know me, I have hardly missed a workout morning when I have to be up and out to work for over a year now. Nearly 13 months.

And I notice it. I did more biking last summer and added a duathlon at the end of the summer. I have been snowshoeing this winter. Last month in Alabama I rented a bike and cycled over 85 miles in 7 rides. I am so excited by this new me. I feel generally stronger, and have a sense of accomplishment at something that I have never been good at before.

Not that all is rosy. I have been absolutely unable to lose weight. With all this exercise I am today almost exactly the same weight I was 13 months ago. I have known that there are two things that lead to weight loss:

1. Move more.
2. Eat less.
When I told a recovering friend about this, I then added,
Well, I have half of it.
To which he replied with a perfect quote from the AA Big Book:
But half-measures availed us nothing!
(Don't you just hate it when your friends know you as well as you do?)

So with the push of this past vacation time, I have decided somehow or another I need to kick this whole thing up a notch. I am not sure how, yet. I have started watching what I eat and keeping a daily log of my foods. I am going to explore some other work-out options over the next few weeks until that spring weather catches up with my travels back north and I can get the bike outside more often.

But in the end it has to be a commitment to commitment, a discipline to be disciplined. I have managed to do that for 13 months now, much to my own joy and shock. When that happens, and one begins to see the benefits of what one has been doing, it can begin to feed on itself.

That's the way recovery happened for me in that first year 20-some years ago. I got to the end of year one and liked what was happening so I just kept on doing it and kicked it up a notch with a more disciplined commitment (or a more committed disciple.) At first you do what you need to do because you have to. Eventually you can get to doing it because you like what it does for you.

I'm excited. If it works half as well for my exercise life as it did for my recovery, I will be even more surprised by this time next year.

Tuesday, March 01, 2011

An OLD Memory....

A friend and fellow Moravian has this posted today on their Facebook page.

...the Moravian church is 554 years young today...Fighting fundamentalism since 1457. :)
I just couldn't keep it secret.
Moravian Seal, or Agnus Dei,
stained glass window in the Rights Chapel at
Trinity Moravian Church, Winston-Salem, NC (J. Jackman)
For over five centuries the Moravian Church has proclaimed the gospel in all parts of the world. Its influence has far exceeded its numbers as it has cooperated with Christians on every continent and has been a visible part of the Body of Christ, the Church. Proud of its heritage and firm in its faith, the Moravian Church ministers to the needs of people wherever they are.


The name Moravian identifies the fact that this historic church had its origin in ancient Bohemia and Moravia in what is the present-day Czech Republic. In the mid-ninth century these countries converted to Christianity chiefly through the influence of two Greek Orthodox missionaries, Cyril and Methodius. They translated the Bible into the common language and introduced a national church ritual. In the centuries that followed, Bohemia and Moravia gradually fell under the ecclesiastical jurisdiction of Rome, but some of the Czech people protested.

The foremost of Czech reformers, John Hus (1369-1415) was a professor of philosophy and rector of the University in Prague. The Bethlehem Chapel in Prague, where Hus preached, became a rallying place for the Czech reformation. Gaining support from students and the common people, he led a protest movement against many practices of the Roman Catholic clergy and hierarchy. Hus was accused of heresy, underwent a long trial at the Council of Constance, and was burned at the stake on July 6, 1415.

ORGANIZED IN 1457
The reformation spirit did not die with Hus. The Moravian Church, or Unitas Fratrum (Unity of Brethren), as it has been officially known since 1457, arose as followers of Hus gathered in the village of Kunvald, about 100 miles east of Prague, in eastern Bohemia, and organized the church. This was 60 years before Martin Luther began his reformation and 100 years before the establishment of the Anglican Church. By 1467 the Moravian Church had established its own ministry, and in the years that followed three orders of the ministry were defined: deacon, presbyter and bishop.
--Moravian.org

A 50-Year Memory: Sharing the Dream

March 1 – President of the United States John F. Kennedy establishes the Peace Corps.