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• December 26, 2025

  On Dealing with a World Gone Crazy

  ​There’s a story, which may or may not be true, that an old Chinese curse was “May your children be born in interesting times.” The curse was because, goes the story, the yearly chronicles included things like earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, peasant rebellions, invasions, plagues and so on. So it meant that may your children suffer disaster.  ​We live in…
• August 26, 2021

  Hello world

  I am posting again… All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them. Topics… On Being Appalachian… Assorted Memories. Pollution goes back very far… History Stories. Deep knowledge,everyday.Like,comment and follow : Greg’s Business History.Happy Reading.Thanks
• July 30, 2021

  So, What’s Life?

  As I write this, it’s past 2:00 in the morning. Raindrops are pattering on the roof, I have some good jazz playing, and am sipping some freshly brewed tea. My space is otherwise quiet, and the visible world has contracted to a lamp on my worktable and the screen of my computer. The outside world…
• July 22, 2021

  The Dutch in the Hudson River Valley

  Most people think that the United States is a daughter of Great Britain. That’s largely true, because the thirteen colonies that revolted against British rule were all English-speaking colonies on the Atlantic coast. It’s true that what became the United States derives its language, legal structure, and much of its culture from Britain. In addition,…
• May 18, 2021

  Hello world

  Greg’s Business History Promise Yourself To be so strong that nothingcan disturb your peace of mind.To talk health, happiness, and prosperityto every person you meet. To make all your friends feelthat there is something in themTo look at the sunny side of everythingand make your optimism come true. To think only the best, to work…
• November 6, 2020

  Growing Up Racist

  I grew up in an industrial city in Ohio, at a time when people were far less aware than today. My family was a loving one, but thoroughly working class and uncritically accepted the biases of the day. My father would drink a bit and then sing a song so profoundly racist I am embarrassed…