I was behind an auto yesterday, which sported three bumper stickers; 'My Kid's an Honor Student,' 'I Support Our Troops' and 'Honk If You Love Jesus.' Although, I don't plaster bumper stickers on my auto, I do support our troops even when they are engaged in an illegitimate war and I also love the Lord even though I did not honk. I am not impressed with a kid's grades acclaimed on his parent's automobile.
Over the past several years, I have seen many grandkids participate in youth sports. I am happy that they enjoy the opportunities. There is one reoccurring scenario that makes me sick to my stomach; these kids are receiving too many awards/trophies for doing nothing more than 'showing up.' It causes me to want to puke when I observe these goofy moms and dads all aglow over such bogus smoke blowing praise. If some kids get academic A's then it is okay to give awards to the outstanding sport performer but you need not give all the little turds a trophy anymore than giving all those kids A's.
There are profitable business enterprises that prey on overzealous parents. The years I was teaching and coaching, I had many companies contact players and parents to suggest for a small monetary fee the company would publish your kid's name in an American Publication; 'Who's Who In Illinois basketball, etc. I could not believe the number of parents willing to fall for the gimmick as the result of tunnel focus on their child.
Perhaps parents will one day recognize this over-the-top self-inflating trend as a misguided effort.
Friday, September 28, 2012
Thursday, September 27, 2012
I Wonder but Wish not to Know How it Was Received.
I suppose it was perhaps six years ago that I sent a letter to my grandchildren, which I think...well, never mind what I think about the letter; here it is for you to ponder:
Dear Grandchildren:
I offer the following thoughts for your consideration. I would reference these notions as 'an attitude towards life.'
1) Be aware that two questions must be answered:
(a) Who Am I?
(b) What Is My Purpose?
2) Discover your inner passion & talents. Seek application.
3) Be grateful for both challenges and difficulties for they provide opportunity.
4) Be thankful for those who gave a blueprint or cleared a path.
5) Be respectful of those who oppose, they do much to forge your resolve.
6) Be humble in your successes and be educated in your failures.
7) Offer gratitude to those who support your efforts.
8) Show sincere compassion to those who struggle.
9) Know and accept that NOT all will join your cause.
10) Avoid cursing the journey, for it ends much too soon.
Love Boompa
Dear Grandchildren:
I offer the following thoughts for your consideration. I would reference these notions as 'an attitude towards life.'
1) Be aware that two questions must be answered:
(a) Who Am I?
(b) What Is My Purpose?
2) Discover your inner passion & talents. Seek application.
3) Be grateful for both challenges and difficulties for they provide opportunity.
4) Be thankful for those who gave a blueprint or cleared a path.
5) Be respectful of those who oppose, they do much to forge your resolve.
6) Be humble in your successes and be educated in your failures.
7) Offer gratitude to those who support your efforts.
8) Show sincere compassion to those who struggle.
9) Know and accept that NOT all will join your cause.
10) Avoid cursing the journey, for it ends much too soon.
Love Boompa
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
I Keep Biting My Tongue
Let me state with absolute certainty that yours truly has exercised the ultimate caution to never say or suggest that anything in days gone by are better than today. The intentional purpose of this posturing is true about my 'coaching' versus those who coach today or parenting today compared to the two previous parenting generations. Trust me when I acknowledge that it is NOT always easy assuming this position.
I am sure that most reading my comments have heard of the Michigan sophomore girl who was voted onto her high school homecoming court as a 'practical joke.' Apparently, the young lady's physical appeal and social profile does not meet the 'in-crowd-cool-status' perceived by her schoolmates. The bogus 'vote' is obviously a form of humiliation-bullying.The fall-out of this secondary school poor behavior display will likely come back to rest at the feet of educators/teachers who fail our children in some manner, i.e. causing their poor grades, low test scores and losing football games. God forbid that I break my self-imposed politically-correct 'don't criticize' and state some crap about the good old days!
I do wish to profile the 1955, guidelines-of-behavior-expectations from (my) parents of that so-called 'greatest generation.' I would simply ask the 'now' parents to compare to current parenting mores.
1. In adult company, speak when someone speaks to you.
2. Shallow hours begin at mid-night; be home by eleven and bring a newspaper.
3. If you believe in the 'second-coming' of Christ, remember HE could return tonight while out with your friends.
4. The teachers are 'always' right; don't make me miss work to come to the school house.
5. A job worth doing is worth doing well.
6. Wear clean underwear, I don't want to be embarrassed at the hospital should you end up there.
7. Don't tell me what 'other' kids get to do compared to you.
8. We eat together as a family and the eating time is met by all family members with rare & good exceptions.
9. The boy will go to the door to pick up his date.
10. Working knowledge of the lawnmower and snow shovel is mandatory.
11. It is a family car and you can have privacy in your room when you make the house payment.
12. You will show respect to others.
Personally, as a parent, I take no blame or credit for my grown children's successes or setbacks. I only take responsibility for their manners; most often they make me proud but not always. I never exercised some escape-option of blaming the school people!
I am sure that most reading my comments have heard of the Michigan sophomore girl who was voted onto her high school homecoming court as a 'practical joke.' Apparently, the young lady's physical appeal and social profile does not meet the 'in-crowd-cool-status' perceived by her schoolmates. The bogus 'vote' is obviously a form of humiliation-bullying.The fall-out of this secondary school poor behavior display will likely come back to rest at the feet of educators/teachers who fail our children in some manner, i.e. causing their poor grades, low test scores and losing football games. God forbid that I break my self-imposed politically-correct 'don't criticize' and state some crap about the good old days!
I do wish to profile the 1955, guidelines-of-behavior-expectations from (my) parents of that so-called 'greatest generation.' I would simply ask the 'now' parents to compare to current parenting mores.
1. In adult company, speak when someone speaks to you.
2. Shallow hours begin at mid-night; be home by eleven and bring a newspaper.
3. If you believe in the 'second-coming' of Christ, remember HE could return tonight while out with your friends.
4. The teachers are 'always' right; don't make me miss work to come to the school house.
5. A job worth doing is worth doing well.
6. Wear clean underwear, I don't want to be embarrassed at the hospital should you end up there.
7. Don't tell me what 'other' kids get to do compared to you.
8. We eat together as a family and the eating time is met by all family members with rare & good exceptions.
9. The boy will go to the door to pick up his date.
10. Working knowledge of the lawnmower and snow shovel is mandatory.
11. It is a family car and you can have privacy in your room when you make the house payment.
12. You will show respect to others.
Personally, as a parent, I take no blame or credit for my grown children's successes or setbacks. I only take responsibility for their manners; most often they make me proud but not always. I never exercised some escape-option of blaming the school people!
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Few Folks Reckon
The presidential election is forty-some days out and I've decided to 'Vote for E.V. Bennett!' Okay, I can't vote for E.V. because he died in 1958; he was my maternal grandfather. I would vote for him because E.V. could 'reckon.' We've only had two previous Presidents who could 'reckon;' honest Abe and slick Willie.
E.V. Bennett reckoned back-in-the early 1900's, that he could have a better life leaving the Kentucky coalmines and moving to industrial Illinois; he reckoned correctly. He made good money as a free-lance carpenter/house builder in East St. Louis, Illinois and in time purchased a gasoline station. E.V. was a fiddle player and he and his cronies would often gather at the gasoline station to sit around kibitzing while pickin' and playin' tunes. Frequently, customers had to wait at the pump until the tune was finished. Sometimes the customer would suddenly leave and E.V. would say, "I reckon that fella either didn't care for our fiddlin' or he was in a hurry."
As a fourteen year old, I worked at my Aunt's grocery store, which was next-door to E.V.'s home. E.V. owned the store property; he built the store as an attachment to an existing house. The store did not have toilet facilities, which necessitated his daughter to use E.V.'s bathroom. One Saturday, I got a surprise increase in pay from my normally 'tight-fisted' stingy Aunt. When she gave me the money she said, "Don't be telling your grandpa, in the future, what I pay you." When I asked Grandpa E.V. about her statement, "He said,"You tell me every Saturday what she pays and then I'll decide if she can use my toilet the next week." You see, E.V. could reckon and reckoning is a prerequisite to horse-trading with swindlers.
President, E. V. Bennett would reckon that bringing both war troops and 'occupying' troops home and stop giving aid to countries we could retire the National debt and use the saved money on infra-structure jobs, which would put people to work. E. V. would also reckon that a hefty tax break to corporations would be a good idea ONLY if the corporations made ALL products in the United States; talk about a stimulus plan...I reckon!
Another upside to electing E.V. Bennett as President would be his 'First Lady,' Mammy Bennett. That saintly woman preached tolerance and love for all people and their beliefs. She often spoke of while always demonstrating charity, love, taking care of the poor and service to others. She could quote the Biblical scriptures verbatim! Personally, I reckon too many folks today, talk-the-talk but DO NOT walk-the-walk and they are surly a tad bit weak reckoning!
E.V. Bennett reckoned back-in-the early 1900's, that he could have a better life leaving the Kentucky coalmines and moving to industrial Illinois; he reckoned correctly. He made good money as a free-lance carpenter/house builder in East St. Louis, Illinois and in time purchased a gasoline station. E.V. was a fiddle player and he and his cronies would often gather at the gasoline station to sit around kibitzing while pickin' and playin' tunes. Frequently, customers had to wait at the pump until the tune was finished. Sometimes the customer would suddenly leave and E.V. would say, "I reckon that fella either didn't care for our fiddlin' or he was in a hurry."
As a fourteen year old, I worked at my Aunt's grocery store, which was next-door to E.V.'s home. E.V. owned the store property; he built the store as an attachment to an existing house. The store did not have toilet facilities, which necessitated his daughter to use E.V.'s bathroom. One Saturday, I got a surprise increase in pay from my normally 'tight-fisted' stingy Aunt. When she gave me the money she said, "Don't be telling your grandpa, in the future, what I pay you." When I asked Grandpa E.V. about her statement, "He said,"You tell me every Saturday what she pays and then I'll decide if she can use my toilet the next week." You see, E.V. could reckon and reckoning is a prerequisite to horse-trading with swindlers.
President, E. V. Bennett would reckon that bringing both war troops and 'occupying' troops home and stop giving aid to countries we could retire the National debt and use the saved money on infra-structure jobs, which would put people to work. E. V. would also reckon that a hefty tax break to corporations would be a good idea ONLY if the corporations made ALL products in the United States; talk about a stimulus plan...I reckon!
Another upside to electing E.V. Bennett as President would be his 'First Lady,' Mammy Bennett. That saintly woman preached tolerance and love for all people and their beliefs. She often spoke of while always demonstrating charity, love, taking care of the poor and service to others. She could quote the Biblical scriptures verbatim! Personally, I reckon too many folks today, talk-the-talk but DO NOT walk-the-walk and they are surly a tad bit weak reckoning!
Monday, September 24, 2012
Sometimes Perspectives are Compromised
After my basketball coaching retirement from Decatur Eisenhower high school in 2001, I immediately assumed a newly created position as coordinator of the financially struggling Decatur Public Schools' boys' thanksgiving basketball tournament. With much corporate assistance and good help around me, we have a solid financial picture with eight of the State's most prolific teams competing in the premier 43rd Annual 'Turkey Tourney' 2012. Eight thousand basketball fans will come through the turnstiles during the four-day event.
This current week, I am prepared to make a large dent in my duties/responsibilities check list and begin putting together my speech presentation for the Professional Development Conference slated for October 5, in Vandalia, Illinois. Towards the week's end, my wife and I have plans to visit our daughter, Dawn's family in South Barrington, which permits us a visit with 47% of our grandchildren, not to be confused with whatever Willard Romney's 47% represented!
Mid-day yesterday, I received a telephone call from my cousin's wife to inform me that a cousin died after a brief battle with liver failure. Dee Dee Elbe lived a life into his mid-seventies laced with much heartache shouldered with his wife Verna. They watched two children succumb to cystic fibrosis and a nineteen year-old old daughter killed in an auto accident. Both Dee Dee and Verna committed a lifetime to fundraising for a cystic fibrosis cure. Their efforts are documented with nationwide recognition. Verna must now continue without her sweetheart. Our family will gather this Wednesday in Belleville, Illinois to offer our love and support. I am happy that I had so much time to visit last June with Dee Dee at the annual 'Roustio Reunion.' It was a wonderful re-connect with the Elbes; a lot of memory sharing interrupted with great laughter.
In the meantime, I shall double up my schedule before and after the funeral. My Vandalia speech topic is 'Re-write the Job Description; Add More Passion.' Meanwhile, I shall add more blessing counting in my daily waking hours.
This current week, I am prepared to make a large dent in my duties/responsibilities check list and begin putting together my speech presentation for the Professional Development Conference slated for October 5, in Vandalia, Illinois. Towards the week's end, my wife and I have plans to visit our daughter, Dawn's family in South Barrington, which permits us a visit with 47% of our grandchildren, not to be confused with whatever Willard Romney's 47% represented!
Mid-day yesterday, I received a telephone call from my cousin's wife to inform me that a cousin died after a brief battle with liver failure. Dee Dee Elbe lived a life into his mid-seventies laced with much heartache shouldered with his wife Verna. They watched two children succumb to cystic fibrosis and a nineteen year-old old daughter killed in an auto accident. Both Dee Dee and Verna committed a lifetime to fundraising for a cystic fibrosis cure. Their efforts are documented with nationwide recognition. Verna must now continue without her sweetheart. Our family will gather this Wednesday in Belleville, Illinois to offer our love and support. I am happy that I had so much time to visit last June with Dee Dee at the annual 'Roustio Reunion.' It was a wonderful re-connect with the Elbes; a lot of memory sharing interrupted with great laughter.
In the meantime, I shall double up my schedule before and after the funeral. My Vandalia speech topic is 'Re-write the Job Description; Add More Passion.' Meanwhile, I shall add more blessing counting in my daily waking hours.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Love While We May
The first two of our fifteen grandchildren have college degrees and are employed as public school teachers. Three of their cousins are currently examining college campuses as they make first year entry plans for the fall of 2013. These are fast-moving and drastically changing times for our children who must endure the 'letting go' moment; it ain't easy for parents, I know.
Goodbyes are difficult because we who bid farewell have a sense of control loss and decreased relevance. Goodness, mom and dad once tucked the little ones into bed at night and felt the child was safe and protected. We kept that all important vigil on our teenage girls as those unbridled hormonal moments were raging around them. We established and monitored guidelines of curfews and conducted those important accountability interrogations upon our 'push-the-envelopes' son.
Each child left at the university campus was a terrible goodbye moment. Everybody cries and the pit of your stomach feels as if you swallowed a knife! Oh, your friends send scads of 'thinking of you cards' expressing their understanding. I especially like that card that tells me 'life longs for itself...blah,blah,blah!' Okay already but who is going to look after my kid?
Of course, there are those other goodbyes, which can sting due the the relationship termination. Surely, some of those circumstances are expected and even welcomed due to age and health while other farewells carry the incredible sting produced by the target upon youth and/or the abrupt unexpected occurrence.
None is exonerated from these experiences. In those times, we gain strength from the loving support of others and push forward accepting the 'deal.' In this wonderful life, there are no guarantees but there are risks. However, what marvelous joy to have loved!
Goodbyes are difficult because we who bid farewell have a sense of control loss and decreased relevance. Goodness, mom and dad once tucked the little ones into bed at night and felt the child was safe and protected. We kept that all important vigil on our teenage girls as those unbridled hormonal moments were raging around them. We established and monitored guidelines of curfews and conducted those important accountability interrogations upon our 'push-the-envelopes' son.
Each child left at the university campus was a terrible goodbye moment. Everybody cries and the pit of your stomach feels as if you swallowed a knife! Oh, your friends send scads of 'thinking of you cards' expressing their understanding. I especially like that card that tells me 'life longs for itself...blah,blah,blah!' Okay already but who is going to look after my kid?
Of course, there are those other goodbyes, which can sting due the the relationship termination. Surely, some of those circumstances are expected and even welcomed due to age and health while other farewells carry the incredible sting produced by the target upon youth and/or the abrupt unexpected occurrence.
None is exonerated from these experiences. In those times, we gain strength from the loving support of others and push forward accepting the 'deal.' In this wonderful life, there are no guarantees but there are risks. However, what marvelous joy to have loved!
Friday, September 21, 2012
Boat Whistles and Goodbyes
As a young boy and even in my early adult years, I cannot recall attending many wake-visitations or funerals; the exercise seemed removed from my relevance. In recent years, I find two activities more a part of my routine and they are escalating. I have more doctor appointments, to the extent that I am beginning to treat those moments as 'social.' I also find myself attending family and friends' funerals with greater frequency.
There is a scene in the 1957, movie classic, An Affair to Remember, which comes to mind each time I attend a funeral. In the movie, an old Italian lady is visiting with her nephew at her Italian seaport villa where the nephew has just landed. Soon the ship's whistle blows loudly from a distance, signaling that it will be departing. The old woman, with tears swelling in her eyes, looks at her young adult nephew, reaches out with trembling hands to grasp his and speaks in broken English, "I don't like boat whistles." It is not the boat whistle she dislikes but it is the realization that the sound indicates their time together has slipped away for this moment. However, the movie scene suggests with certainty that more than a moment has likely fleeted away. Considering distance and the old lady's age, both the nephew and woman are aware of a sharing expiration.
Perhaps the most sobering of life's realization is the absolute fact that age does not necessarily insure us of tomorrow. It was a few weeks ago that I stood in the wake visitation line with a former basketball player of mine, Bobby Hoffman as we waited our moment to express our sorrow to another former player whose father had died. The gentleman for whom we were paying respect, Bill Kaufmann had lived a relatively long and wonderful life. Although it is seldom easy to bury family and friends, let's acknowledge that we can accept perceived 'living-time-fulfillment' departures. In my wildest imagination, I would not think that moment was my last to share with Bobby; yesterday, nearly one thousand friends and family members gathered to 'let go.' We had to say 'goodbye' to a forty-one year old husband-father.
It is not a supposition but a fact established from the beginning of time; we never know when our boat whistle shall sound. Today, I intend to be more mindful of shared moments.
There is a scene in the 1957, movie classic, An Affair to Remember, which comes to mind each time I attend a funeral. In the movie, an old Italian lady is visiting with her nephew at her Italian seaport villa where the nephew has just landed. Soon the ship's whistle blows loudly from a distance, signaling that it will be departing. The old woman, with tears swelling in her eyes, looks at her young adult nephew, reaches out with trembling hands to grasp his and speaks in broken English, "I don't like boat whistles." It is not the boat whistle she dislikes but it is the realization that the sound indicates their time together has slipped away for this moment. However, the movie scene suggests with certainty that more than a moment has likely fleeted away. Considering distance and the old lady's age, both the nephew and woman are aware of a sharing expiration.
Perhaps the most sobering of life's realization is the absolute fact that age does not necessarily insure us of tomorrow. It was a few weeks ago that I stood in the wake visitation line with a former basketball player of mine, Bobby Hoffman as we waited our moment to express our sorrow to another former player whose father had died. The gentleman for whom we were paying respect, Bill Kaufmann had lived a relatively long and wonderful life. Although it is seldom easy to bury family and friends, let's acknowledge that we can accept perceived 'living-time-fulfillment' departures. In my wildest imagination, I would not think that moment was my last to share with Bobby; yesterday, nearly one thousand friends and family members gathered to 'let go.' We had to say 'goodbye' to a forty-one year old husband-father.
It is not a supposition but a fact established from the beginning of time; we never know when our boat whistle shall sound. Today, I intend to be more mindful of shared moments.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
We Are...CRIMSONS!
Late afternoon today, I will enter the Jacksonville high school 'Bowl.' It is a gymnasium, which sits beneath ground-level; when one walks into the facility at street level one is positioned at the 'top' of the Bowl's bleachers. The oval-shaped arena was erected in the early l950's and offered a 'head-of-its-time' architectural venue. It seats approximately 2,500 and not nary a bad seat for viewing a basketball contest. The Bowl is used for volleyball games, graduations and community functions and many locals benefit from 'walking' the upper concourse during the winter months.
The Bowl was my coaching-home for twenty-one seasons. My teams played over 500 games there and I suspect I conducted over two-thousand practices on that floor. Most opposing coaches hold disdain for the unusual high school gym due to the fact that the baskets sit out on long single-arm poles with no background-wall; the crowd surrounds the floor and the acoustics can be unnerving for visitors. The Bowl simply offers a great home court advantage. Someone once did a statistical analysis attempting to ascertain the actual basketball home court point advantage. The study concluded that six points went to the homeboys at tip-off. If that is the factual case, give the Jacksonville high school Crimsons nine points when the game begins at the Bowl.
I could continue with a litany of physical characteristics of The Bowl and lace into the story some very special, if not incredible games played there. However, I wish that I could bottle a feeling experienced by every JHS Crimsons basketball player from the first contest ever played at the Bowl to the last. Ask former players and current players to describe how it feels to descend the back stairs off the varsity locker room and walk down into the tunnel, hearing the jazz band playing the school's 'fight-song' as Crimsons' players run onto the Bowl floor to begin warm-ups. Whatever they express, you will understand just why I wish to bottle that feeling and share it with everyone in Jacksonville.
However today, I will enter The Bowl to experience a much different 'feeling.' Many old friends will be there along with family and several of my former players. They gather to pay respects to the Bobby Hoffman family and bid farewell to the Crimsons' assistant basketball coach who died unexpectedly at age 41. While I wait my turn to speak my words of praise for Coach Hoffman, I shall close my eyes and allow a myriad of memories to rush through my thoughts. I shall recall a little boy at youth camps at the Bowl; I will see #24, Bobby Hoffman clapping hands in staccato-style rhythm with teammates as they leave the dressing room to go onto that Bowl floor. I shall recall just last season standing court side with Bobby before the Quincy game as his wife, Kristan snapped our photo. I will whisper a prayer of gratitude that I had the chance to coach Bobby Hoffman and call him, 'one of my boys.'
The Bowl was my coaching-home for twenty-one seasons. My teams played over 500 games there and I suspect I conducted over two-thousand practices on that floor. Most opposing coaches hold disdain for the unusual high school gym due to the fact that the baskets sit out on long single-arm poles with no background-wall; the crowd surrounds the floor and the acoustics can be unnerving for visitors. The Bowl simply offers a great home court advantage. Someone once did a statistical analysis attempting to ascertain the actual basketball home court point advantage. The study concluded that six points went to the homeboys at tip-off. If that is the factual case, give the Jacksonville high school Crimsons nine points when the game begins at the Bowl.
I could continue with a litany of physical characteristics of The Bowl and lace into the story some very special, if not incredible games played there. However, I wish that I could bottle a feeling experienced by every JHS Crimsons basketball player from the first contest ever played at the Bowl to the last. Ask former players and current players to describe how it feels to descend the back stairs off the varsity locker room and walk down into the tunnel, hearing the jazz band playing the school's 'fight-song' as Crimsons' players run onto the Bowl floor to begin warm-ups. Whatever they express, you will understand just why I wish to bottle that feeling and share it with everyone in Jacksonville.
However today, I will enter The Bowl to experience a much different 'feeling.' Many old friends will be there along with family and several of my former players. They gather to pay respects to the Bobby Hoffman family and bid farewell to the Crimsons' assistant basketball coach who died unexpectedly at age 41. While I wait my turn to speak my words of praise for Coach Hoffman, I shall close my eyes and allow a myriad of memories to rush through my thoughts. I shall recall a little boy at youth camps at the Bowl; I will see #24, Bobby Hoffman clapping hands in staccato-style rhythm with teammates as they leave the dressing room to go onto that Bowl floor. I shall recall just last season standing court side with Bobby before the Quincy game as his wife, Kristan snapped our photo. I will whisper a prayer of gratitude that I had the chance to coach Bobby Hoffman and call him, 'one of my boys.'
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
How You View Matters Matters
Republican Presidential candidate, Willard Romney stated that he thought 47% of the American people would vote for President Obama because 'those' people view themselves as victims and dependent upon the Federal government for handouts; entitlements! I don't doubt that Mr. Romney has disdain and disgust for 'those' he views as unwilling to do what is necessary to improve their plight or as Rush Limbaugh maintains, ' pull themselves up by the boot straps' and live a good life. It is not my purpose to attempt to 'read' another man's intent or design. I shall simply point out Romney's mathematical error and incorrect finger pointing.
Shall we first agree on the definition of 'dependent?' Dependent means relying and trusting upon something or someone. That said, Willard Romney is perhaps half-right. The percentage of American people dependent upon federal handouts, entitlements, protection, security, travel accessibility, entertainment, recreation, education, social security, VA programs and facilities, farming subsidies, housing loans, health care programs, etc; a list that goes on and on is mind-boggling and, I might add, serves and makes life better for 100% of Americans; as I view it!
When we tuck our children in at night and snuggle into our pillows, we trust that a local police/fire protection force is standing the watch. We anti-up that trust that a federally funded military keeps our country safe. Of course, we could perhaps take turns keeping the guard with civilians, God only knows we have enough gun owners; just think of the monies we could save doing away with that federal entitlement program.
This past summer when folks drove-off on federally funded interstate highways to visit federally funded National Parks and entertainment venues they enjoyed the good life that few, if any could financially support alone. Season after season the American farmers benefit from federally subsidized programs and monies. Of course, the farmers will tell you that they are feeding a Nation; they are indeed and some us pay them for their efforts.
When fires, tornadoes, floods, hurricanes and other natural disasters strike communities our 'pooled-monies' managed by the Federal government rescues the moment. Some of God's people RELY AND TRUST UPON THEIR (government) COUNTRYMEN for a moment and some for a lifetime, i.e. the head start programs for millions of inner-city children and the subsidizes for thousands of rural American farmers.
I ask you, who is more deserving of Federal resources: the laid-off father of four children drawing unemployment and receiving food stamps or tycoons like Donald Trump who used the Federal government to file four bankruptcies?
Shall we admit that the life as we know it in America would be far less in riches, comfort and mental tranquility without help from State and Federal governments.
We should be mindful of the many views and beliefs knowing, 'there by the grace of God go I.'
Shall we first agree on the definition of 'dependent?' Dependent means relying and trusting upon something or someone. That said, Willard Romney is perhaps half-right. The percentage of American people dependent upon federal handouts, entitlements, protection, security, travel accessibility, entertainment, recreation, education, social security, VA programs and facilities, farming subsidies, housing loans, health care programs, etc; a list that goes on and on is mind-boggling and, I might add, serves and makes life better for 100% of Americans; as I view it!
When we tuck our children in at night and snuggle into our pillows, we trust that a local police/fire protection force is standing the watch. We anti-up that trust that a federally funded military keeps our country safe. Of course, we could perhaps take turns keeping the guard with civilians, God only knows we have enough gun owners; just think of the monies we could save doing away with that federal entitlement program.
This past summer when folks drove-off on federally funded interstate highways to visit federally funded National Parks and entertainment venues they enjoyed the good life that few, if any could financially support alone. Season after season the American farmers benefit from federally subsidized programs and monies. Of course, the farmers will tell you that they are feeding a Nation; they are indeed and some us pay them for their efforts.
When fires, tornadoes, floods, hurricanes and other natural disasters strike communities our 'pooled-monies' managed by the Federal government rescues the moment. Some of God's people RELY AND TRUST UPON THEIR (government) COUNTRYMEN for a moment and some for a lifetime, i.e. the head start programs for millions of inner-city children and the subsidizes for thousands of rural American farmers.
I ask you, who is more deserving of Federal resources: the laid-off father of four children drawing unemployment and receiving food stamps or tycoons like Donald Trump who used the Federal government to file four bankruptcies?
Shall we admit that the life as we know it in America would be far less in riches, comfort and mental tranquility without help from State and Federal governments.
We should be mindful of the many views and beliefs knowing, 'there by the grace of God go I.'
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Some Speeches are More Difficult than Others
I need to gather some notes soon in preparation for the first week in October when my wife and I hit the road on a couple of 'speaking' treks. I book my own engagements, which explains why I am in Southern Illinois two days and then one day later, I am in Southern Wisconsin. I am most mindful that I should be thankful any school district or organization wishes to 'hear' my spoken words. When a fella gets to my age he is happy that he can remember and hold a thought long enough to convey a message and have an audience that thinks he may offer something beneficial. I told my wife on several occasions that the requests to speak offers a mixed bag. It is humbling, ego-inflating and profitable. I often whisper prayers of gratitude for such opportunities.
My wife once inquired what past speaking engagement paid the highest honorarium. I told her that I once spoke at a University basketball coaches clinic and received $500.00 for five minutes. In all fairness, I should reveal that the University was recruiting one of my high school players and I suppose they believed that throwing foolish money at me would help them land the player; it did NOT happen, the player went elsewhere. I did NOT tell my wife that I believe my most profitable spoken words have been those words of 'praise' spoken to her.
While waiting for my wife a few months ago in a hotel lobby, I thought to myself, of all the traveling and hotel staying across this Nation, I have never checked myself into a lodging facility. I always pull the automobile up to the entrance and allow my wife to go inside and check out price, cleanliness, etc. If she is pleased 'going-in,' I know I stand a better chance enjoying the accommodations and time spent.
Before I put the final touches on my speech presentation for the Tri-County Teachers' Institute at Vandalia, Illinois, I must put words together for Bobby Hoffman's eulogy this Thursday. Actually, I will use Tuesday and Wednesday's mid-night hours to write that eulogy. When completed, I will go to the seclusion of my backyard where I will read it several times aloud to myself. I will completely empty my tear ducts and pray to my Lord that I speak in a manner to give 'one of my boys' the honor and dignity he deserves. I could use your prayers, also. Thank you.
My wife once inquired what past speaking engagement paid the highest honorarium. I told her that I once spoke at a University basketball coaches clinic and received $500.00 for five minutes. In all fairness, I should reveal that the University was recruiting one of my high school players and I suppose they believed that throwing foolish money at me would help them land the player; it did NOT happen, the player went elsewhere. I did NOT tell my wife that I believe my most profitable spoken words have been those words of 'praise' spoken to her.
While waiting for my wife a few months ago in a hotel lobby, I thought to myself, of all the traveling and hotel staying across this Nation, I have never checked myself into a lodging facility. I always pull the automobile up to the entrance and allow my wife to go inside and check out price, cleanliness, etc. If she is pleased 'going-in,' I know I stand a better chance enjoying the accommodations and time spent.
Before I put the final touches on my speech presentation for the Tri-County Teachers' Institute at Vandalia, Illinois, I must put words together for Bobby Hoffman's eulogy this Thursday. Actually, I will use Tuesday and Wednesday's mid-night hours to write that eulogy. When completed, I will go to the seclusion of my backyard where I will read it several times aloud to myself. I will completely empty my tear ducts and pray to my Lord that I speak in a manner to give 'one of my boys' the honor and dignity he deserves. I could use your prayers, also. Thank you.
Monday, September 17, 2012
Much More Than a Game
As a kid growing up in East St. Louis, Illinois, I developed that strong allegiance to nearby sports teams. Obviously, the shadows of 'old' Sportsman's Park, home of the St. Louis Cardinals and St. Louis Browns would offer the choice. Since it is always easier to hitch-your-wagon to a winner, I became a Cardinals' fanatic. I learned early how to think differently than the manager and I remain today that 'die-hard' second-guessing fan. I find it quite easy to 'coach' the Cardinals from my recliner two-hours from Bush Stadium.
As I readily admit this weakness regarding my beloved 'Redbirds,' let me state unequivocally that I have proudly avoided such second-guessing criticism of any and all other sport teams and their mentors. I understand the foolishness of the second-guess and the comfort-ease from pressure-less decisions one can 'make' for another leader who is in the midst of circumstances and challenges beyond my knowledge.
Please, shall we agree that the 37 high school varsity basketball teams that I coached, not one other individual knew the players' personalities, skills, attitudes and the mesh of team-chemistry as did I. Only a fool would refute that opinion-statement. One may question my strategies but never forget that I was the only person who worked tirelessly in the off-season with players and who scouted every opponent as the season unfolded. I was the head-coach who valued and filtered all input from assistants as part of the daily practice-preparations and game management. It is absolute 'folly' to 'coach the other guy's team.'
With the aforementioned in mind, I question the wisdom of Republican Presidential candidate, Willard Romney when he immediately weighed-in with criticism of President Obama regarding the terrorists attacks on our Libyan embassy, which resulted in the tragic deaths of the ambassador and three other Americans. I do not fault a political candidate who wishes to point out differences in proposed policies, however during attacks upon our people and loss of American life there is a profound need for joint patriotism and National unity, we need this unified posturing in such times; spare us from divisive internal-criticism.
As I readily admit this weakness regarding my beloved 'Redbirds,' let me state unequivocally that I have proudly avoided such second-guessing criticism of any and all other sport teams and their mentors. I understand the foolishness of the second-guess and the comfort-ease from pressure-less decisions one can 'make' for another leader who is in the midst of circumstances and challenges beyond my knowledge.
Please, shall we agree that the 37 high school varsity basketball teams that I coached, not one other individual knew the players' personalities, skills, attitudes and the mesh of team-chemistry as did I. Only a fool would refute that opinion-statement. One may question my strategies but never forget that I was the only person who worked tirelessly in the off-season with players and who scouted every opponent as the season unfolded. I was the head-coach who valued and filtered all input from assistants as part of the daily practice-preparations and game management. It is absolute 'folly' to 'coach the other guy's team.'
With the aforementioned in mind, I question the wisdom of Republican Presidential candidate, Willard Romney when he immediately weighed-in with criticism of President Obama regarding the terrorists attacks on our Libyan embassy, which resulted in the tragic deaths of the ambassador and three other Americans. I do not fault a political candidate who wishes to point out differences in proposed policies, however during attacks upon our people and loss of American life there is a profound need for joint patriotism and National unity, we need this unified posturing in such times; spare us from divisive internal-criticism.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Too Little Time
Mid-morning last Friday, I answered the telephone and was surprised hear the voice of Kristan (Becker) Hoffman. She spoke directly in steadfast tones and with clarity of purpose saying, "Coach, this is Kristan and I am telephoning to share with you about Bobby because I know how much he respected and cared for his Coach." I remain amazed at this young woman's strength, courage and grit-conviction to share a meaningful heartbroken moment.
Her husband, Bobby Hoffman played basketball under my tutelage at Jacksonville high school. He was a significant-contributing member of the 1989, Crimsons' State Tournament Team. Last Tuesday morning, Bobby left for work but returned immediately to the house telling his wife, Kristan that he felt badly and believed he was having a stroke. Unfortunately, Bobby's assessment was correct and in the early morning hours Friday that week, Bobby died at the young age 41.
Bobby was a wonderful son, a loving husband and a devoted Dad. Bobby was a loyal friend to hundreds and respectful of everyone who crossed his journey's path. I would not suggest firsthand knowledge to speak to all aspects and involvements of Bobby's life. I am certain of our coach-player relationship and the extent to which Bobby Hoffman affirmed my own coaching philosophy; to this magnitude he was a blessing to his high school basketball coach. Let me explain. A few athletes have those physical attributes that place them on the road to participation success. Most players, however must develop a trusting relationship with their coach and commit to every program-offered opportunity to hone needed skills to become a contributing player. Bobby embraced his coach's words and dedicated himself to the cause. He epitomized the 'program-player' who would stand ready and able.
Bobby was so committed to this life-style, he became certified to coach and moved into an assistant coach's role in his beloved Crimsons' basketball program. During his brief coaching-tenure, Coach Hoffman was always planning to recognize players and teams of yesteryear while building and developing players and a foundation for the program's future. He shared some specific wishes with Kristan regarding basketball program-projects and Kristan shared those thoughts with me during our telephone visit. I will join others to stand arm-in-arm with Kristan to make these dreams of Bobby's become a reality. Meanwhile, my wife and I will keep Kristan and her daughters in our prayers as she battles health issues of her own and grieves her profound loss. I would ask all who read these words to hold Bobby Hoffman's family in thought and prayer.
Her husband, Bobby Hoffman played basketball under my tutelage at Jacksonville high school. He was a significant-contributing member of the 1989, Crimsons' State Tournament Team. Last Tuesday morning, Bobby left for work but returned immediately to the house telling his wife, Kristan that he felt badly and believed he was having a stroke. Unfortunately, Bobby's assessment was correct and in the early morning hours Friday that week, Bobby died at the young age 41.
Bobby was a wonderful son, a loving husband and a devoted Dad. Bobby was a loyal friend to hundreds and respectful of everyone who crossed his journey's path. I would not suggest firsthand knowledge to speak to all aspects and involvements of Bobby's life. I am certain of our coach-player relationship and the extent to which Bobby Hoffman affirmed my own coaching philosophy; to this magnitude he was a blessing to his high school basketball coach. Let me explain. A few athletes have those physical attributes that place them on the road to participation success. Most players, however must develop a trusting relationship with their coach and commit to every program-offered opportunity to hone needed skills to become a contributing player. Bobby embraced his coach's words and dedicated himself to the cause. He epitomized the 'program-player' who would stand ready and able.
Bobby was so committed to this life-style, he became certified to coach and moved into an assistant coach's role in his beloved Crimsons' basketball program. During his brief coaching-tenure, Coach Hoffman was always planning to recognize players and teams of yesteryear while building and developing players and a foundation for the program's future. He shared some specific wishes with Kristan regarding basketball program-projects and Kristan shared those thoughts with me during our telephone visit. I will join others to stand arm-in-arm with Kristan to make these dreams of Bobby's become a reality. Meanwhile, my wife and I will keep Kristan and her daughters in our prayers as she battles health issues of her own and grieves her profound loss. I would ask all who read these words to hold Bobby Hoffman's family in thought and prayer.
Friday, September 14, 2012
WWJD; Really!
As a young boy growing up, I enjoyed a variety of foods. I especially liked that evening meal, which offered a meat gravy that could be soaked into my bread. It was important that the gravy-bread was even at that last bite; not too much bread-to-gravy or gravy-to-bread ratios. Actually, that meal was a subtle lesson about life being more pleasant when we have balance-equilibrium.
In recent days, we note world-events unfolding in the Middle-East, which demonstrate the residues of of unsteadiness and instability from different cultural-tolerance as it 'lags' behind Internet-technologies. There seems to be too much gravy and perhaps not enough bread to sop-it-up!
Americans live in a society that tussles from time to time with the extent of our 'first amendment rights.' Our television comics, i.e., Letterman, Leno and others make fun of our government officials and we all laugh. We tease and speak candidly about Religious differences and give the speaker a pass or perhaps join in the chuckle about our own belief idiosyncrasies.
Today's Internet-speed, which allows a comment or film production to go around the globe in an instant is an amazing technological accomplishment but it obviously runs afoul of various cultures processing and subsequently accepting or rejecting intent. This is not the case because we don't know one-another THAT well and our suspicions causes the gravy-hate to run wide. We need that genius to come along and produce more bread of understanding and tolerance.
Of course, there is not enough grain to turn into bread to soak-up the gravy-flowing hate language of Pastor, Terry Jones (Gainesville, Florida), a self-trumpeted man of God and follower of the teachings of Christ who produced the inflammatory movie about another faith's Prophet! And so many innocent people die from the ignorance.
In recent days, we note world-events unfolding in the Middle-East, which demonstrate the residues of of unsteadiness and instability from different cultural-tolerance as it 'lags' behind Internet-technologies. There seems to be too much gravy and perhaps not enough bread to sop-it-up!
Americans live in a society that tussles from time to time with the extent of our 'first amendment rights.' Our television comics, i.e., Letterman, Leno and others make fun of our government officials and we all laugh. We tease and speak candidly about Religious differences and give the speaker a pass or perhaps join in the chuckle about our own belief idiosyncrasies.
Today's Internet-speed, which allows a comment or film production to go around the globe in an instant is an amazing technological accomplishment but it obviously runs afoul of various cultures processing and subsequently accepting or rejecting intent. This is not the case because we don't know one-another THAT well and our suspicions causes the gravy-hate to run wide. We need that genius to come along and produce more bread of understanding and tolerance.
Of course, there is not enough grain to turn into bread to soak-up the gravy-flowing hate language of Pastor, Terry Jones (Gainesville, Florida), a self-trumpeted man of God and follower of the teachings of Christ who produced the inflammatory movie about another faith's Prophet! And so many innocent people die from the ignorance.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
If You Are Evaluating the Goose; Evaluate the Gander
The Chicago teachers' strike is NOT about money but about the use of test scores to evaluate teacher performance. Most reading this blog would quickly admonish the teachers and support the notion of evaluation of teachers through the test scores of their students. Before you run to the back of that line you may wish to consider the following scenarios.
A few years ago, I plotted the local television stations evening weatherman's forecast. I noted his predictions for the next week and I compared those prognostications to the actual weather events at the week's conclusion; he was incorrect more often than correct. He still has his job and I would suspect he has had a salary increase or two. A few years back, my sister-in law died of a massive heart-attack one week after having extensive and sophisticated heart evaluation tests scrutinized by a famous Barnes Hospital cardiologist (St. Louis). The heart-doctor said her tests indicated that she was in 'good shape.' The doctor oversees my brother's heart conditions, today.
My point is this: You can no more hold teachers' responsible for the test outcome scores from a student than you can hold the Catholic Church responsible for every Priests' behavior around little boys. Former President George W. Bush promoted that cute phrase, 'No Child Left Behind' but you would have to be an idiot to think for a moment that all children can be classroom success stories. I ask you to recall the families in your childhood neighborhood, the people you saw at your son's Little League games or the crowd's behavior at the last NFL game you attended or the folks in the pro-wrestling audience; are you crapping me!
Year after year and decade upon decade, we Americans have elected politicians from both the left and right for the purpose of securing peace, protecting our most vulnerable and stabilizing an economy; check out those test results!
Many of those inept political leaders push for the demise of trade unions, teachers' unions, insurance protection and retirement plans while hiding taxable monies from our Nation; shameful!
A few years ago, I plotted the local television stations evening weatherman's forecast. I noted his predictions for the next week and I compared those prognostications to the actual weather events at the week's conclusion; he was incorrect more often than correct. He still has his job and I would suspect he has had a salary increase or two. A few years back, my sister-in law died of a massive heart-attack one week after having extensive and sophisticated heart evaluation tests scrutinized by a famous Barnes Hospital cardiologist (St. Louis). The heart-doctor said her tests indicated that she was in 'good shape.' The doctor oversees my brother's heart conditions, today.
My point is this: You can no more hold teachers' responsible for the test outcome scores from a student than you can hold the Catholic Church responsible for every Priests' behavior around little boys. Former President George W. Bush promoted that cute phrase, 'No Child Left Behind' but you would have to be an idiot to think for a moment that all children can be classroom success stories. I ask you to recall the families in your childhood neighborhood, the people you saw at your son's Little League games or the crowd's behavior at the last NFL game you attended or the folks in the pro-wrestling audience; are you crapping me!
Year after year and decade upon decade, we Americans have elected politicians from both the left and right for the purpose of securing peace, protecting our most vulnerable and stabilizing an economy; check out those test results!
Many of those inept political leaders push for the demise of trade unions, teachers' unions, insurance protection and retirement plans while hiding taxable monies from our Nation; shameful!
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Give It a Try
My wife got a chuckle out of me a few weeks ago after our post-breakfast-bedroom 'game.' At ease; don't jump to conclusions. I bring my wife breakfast (in bed) most every morning; usually coffee, cereal and juice. After finishing eating, we enjoy our second cup of java and read the newspaper. At some point, my wife reads the celebrity birthday names from the newspaper's listing and I guess their ages. We have engage this moning ritual for the past 15 years.
Please take note: This is a fun game but I suggest that you begin playing the game 'now' because notables from our generation tend to die and as we grow older the list of 'unknown' personalities is making the activity problematic.
Back to the morning game a few weeks hence. I was doing well with my age guesses, which means I was within two-years like that carnival guy who also takes a guess of one's weight within three pounds. Anyway, my wife said, "Hall-of-Fame baseball player, Terry Bradshaw?" I said, "I don't know him." My wife began laughing and could not stop. The last time I saw her laugh that hard was during a 1960's episode of 'I Love Lucy,' when Lucy and Ethel were trying to keep pace with the candy-conveyor belt.
Until this day, she smiles when Bradshaw appears on television and reminds me that I did not know he was a 'hall-of-fame athlete.' I will never tell her that she miss-spoke. Bradshaw was NOT a 'baseball' player but a football hall-of-fame quarterback for the Steelers. Here's the deal: I much prefer my wife's laughter at my expense than her pouting should I correct her statment. Folks, always remember that you sometimes win MORE by losing a little.
Oh, don't have those jeering thoughts about two seniors' bedroom playtime. We once engaged that other bedroom game but we ran out of 'colors.'
Please take note: This is a fun game but I suggest that you begin playing the game 'now' because notables from our generation tend to die and as we grow older the list of 'unknown' personalities is making the activity problematic.
Back to the morning game a few weeks hence. I was doing well with my age guesses, which means I was within two-years like that carnival guy who also takes a guess of one's weight within three pounds. Anyway, my wife said, "Hall-of-Fame baseball player, Terry Bradshaw?" I said, "I don't know him." My wife began laughing and could not stop. The last time I saw her laugh that hard was during a 1960's episode of 'I Love Lucy,' when Lucy and Ethel were trying to keep pace with the candy-conveyor belt.
Until this day, she smiles when Bradshaw appears on television and reminds me that I did not know he was a 'hall-of-fame athlete.' I will never tell her that she miss-spoke. Bradshaw was NOT a 'baseball' player but a football hall-of-fame quarterback for the Steelers. Here's the deal: I much prefer my wife's laughter at my expense than her pouting should I correct her statment. Folks, always remember that you sometimes win MORE by losing a little.
Oh, don't have those jeering thoughts about two seniors' bedroom playtime. We once engaged that other bedroom game but we ran out of 'colors.'
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Bah-wa and Elmer Fudd's Opinion
Many people are expressing outrage over the Chicago public school teachers' strike.
Before I offer the names of self-proclaimed experts on the matter let me profile some income averages. American teacher's average salary (K-thru-12) is approximately $41,000.00 annually. Please note it is well-documented that many elementary teachers use personal monies to purchase supplies for their students. A minister's (pastor) entry-level salary is in the mid-thirty thousand dollars and the clergy average salary is about $55,000.00. I believe that the general societal perception of both preacher and teacher is that their respective work is a 'calling' from God and thus they should somehow expect and accept lower pay. Never mind that the preacher and teachers' kids must live on that 'less' income.
A physician's yearly income ranges from 120 thousand-to-160 thousand. If you sign a major league baseball contract the minimum salary is $400,000.00 and those who like to point out that teachers 'only' work nine-months a year, well the baseball player reports to work seven months a year! New York Yankees' third baseman, Alex Rodriguez earns 30 million dollars annually, which figures out to be approximately $40,000.00 per-at-bat! The street-corner prostitute makes about $49,000.00 per year but likely does not have good retirement benefits.
Okay, here are a couple of folks who have all the answers: Television personality, Babara Walters, who has an estimated net worth of 150 million dollars is adamantly opposed to any teachers' strike and stated those strong opinions. Republican Presidential candidate, Willard Romney said he thought the Chicago teachers were wrong to strike and added, of course, that President Obama supports those wrong-minded educators. Romney's most recently reported yearly-income was 21.6 million dollars. He does not like reporting his income because he gets all teary-eyed mentioning his 10% tithe to the Mormon Church. I was just wondering what is one's standing in the Mormon Church should it be discovered one 'does not' tithe the 10%; just wondering. Oh, Romney's estimated net worth is 264 million bucks.
The only common denominator between all income-earners is teachers. Those folks committed to the grandest enterprise...education of our youth. Certainly, man does not live by bread alone but man will surely die attempting to survive on lip-service hoorahs! I was that public school educators for 39-years. Today, at age 73, I cut my own grass, wash my own auto and coupon grocery shop.
I conclude that too many in this America are either self-centered, greedy or stupid. I am leaning towards 'stupid' considering that folks pay a hundred bucks for Yankees' baseball tickets to watch Rodriguez fail 67% of the time.
Before I offer the names of self-proclaimed experts on the matter let me profile some income averages. American teacher's average salary (K-thru-12) is approximately $41,000.00 annually. Please note it is well-documented that many elementary teachers use personal monies to purchase supplies for their students. A minister's (pastor) entry-level salary is in the mid-thirty thousand dollars and the clergy average salary is about $55,000.00. I believe that the general societal perception of both preacher and teacher is that their respective work is a 'calling' from God and thus they should somehow expect and accept lower pay. Never mind that the preacher and teachers' kids must live on that 'less' income.
A physician's yearly income ranges from 120 thousand-to-160 thousand. If you sign a major league baseball contract the minimum salary is $400,000.00 and those who like to point out that teachers 'only' work nine-months a year, well the baseball player reports to work seven months a year! New York Yankees' third baseman, Alex Rodriguez earns 30 million dollars annually, which figures out to be approximately $40,000.00 per-at-bat! The street-corner prostitute makes about $49,000.00 per year but likely does not have good retirement benefits.
Okay, here are a couple of folks who have all the answers: Television personality, Babara Walters, who has an estimated net worth of 150 million dollars is adamantly opposed to any teachers' strike and stated those strong opinions. Republican Presidential candidate, Willard Romney said he thought the Chicago teachers were wrong to strike and added, of course, that President Obama supports those wrong-minded educators. Romney's most recently reported yearly-income was 21.6 million dollars. He does not like reporting his income because he gets all teary-eyed mentioning his 10% tithe to the Mormon Church. I was just wondering what is one's standing in the Mormon Church should it be discovered one 'does not' tithe the 10%; just wondering. Oh, Romney's estimated net worth is 264 million bucks.
The only common denominator between all income-earners is teachers. Those folks committed to the grandest enterprise...education of our youth. Certainly, man does not live by bread alone but man will surely die attempting to survive on lip-service hoorahs! I was that public school educators for 39-years. Today, at age 73, I cut my own grass, wash my own auto and coupon grocery shop.
I conclude that too many in this America are either self-centered, greedy or stupid. I am leaning towards 'stupid' considering that folks pay a hundred bucks for Yankees' baseball tickets to watch Rodriguez fail 67% of the time.
Monday, September 10, 2012
All Hail Garage Sales and Voting Rights!
My wife and I are planning a garage sale. These plans are nearly two-years running! We continue to bring potential sale-items into the garage and we have now reached a point that makes it impossible to park the automobile in a narrow space without one standing in front directing the driver. The garage sale delay causes are weather (too hot, too cold, too rainy, possible snow), guests coming for the weekend or we're going out-of-town for the weekend.
I suggested to my wife that we could find time by scheduling a mid-week garage sale thus avoiding the Saturday conflicts. With a stunned crinkled eyebrow frown, she said in condescending tones, "You can't have a garage sale mid-week; garage sales are HELD on Saturdays!" I did not know that 'Saturday garage sales only' had become an American mores. I pressed her for the reasoning behind the sanctity of Saturday garage sales and she explained, "More people are off work on Saturdays so more possible buyers show-up." I told my wife that I reject such a notion because if that were true, our government would arrange 'all' national elections to be on Saturdays for the benefit of 'more people' showing up! She laughed at my statement and said that I knew better. Sadly, I do know the reason that national elections are NOT on Saturdays; America has a greater tradition in voter suppression than Saturday garage sales!
A review of America's voting rights history reveals: In the beginning only 'white men who owned property could vote.' In 1866, 'free black men' gained voting rights through the 14th Amendment. Native American and Latinos got the right to vote in 1887, if they denounced tribal affiliations. In 1920, the 19th Amendment gave women the voting right and the Voting Rights Act of 1965, gave all minorities and persons of 'color' the right to vote.
Throughout the history, 'wealthy-white men' continue with attempts to alter the voting process and thus suppress many from voting. In recent years, many people were denied voting access because of literacy tests. Today, we observed immoral practices by using voter I.D. cards or placing polling places in areas and at distances making it difficult for non-auto owners to access.
I suspect that the grand-garage sale will remain a popular 'middle-class' Saturday exercise for the common folks as will Tuesday's 6 A.M.-to-7 P.M. voting tradition. That's the way 'Big Daddy' wants it!
I suggested to my wife that we could find time by scheduling a mid-week garage sale thus avoiding the Saturday conflicts. With a stunned crinkled eyebrow frown, she said in condescending tones, "You can't have a garage sale mid-week; garage sales are HELD on Saturdays!" I did not know that 'Saturday garage sales only' had become an American mores. I pressed her for the reasoning behind the sanctity of Saturday garage sales and she explained, "More people are off work on Saturdays so more possible buyers show-up." I told my wife that I reject such a notion because if that were true, our government would arrange 'all' national elections to be on Saturdays for the benefit of 'more people' showing up! She laughed at my statement and said that I knew better. Sadly, I do know the reason that national elections are NOT on Saturdays; America has a greater tradition in voter suppression than Saturday garage sales!
A review of America's voting rights history reveals: In the beginning only 'white men who owned property could vote.' In 1866, 'free black men' gained voting rights through the 14th Amendment. Native American and Latinos got the right to vote in 1887, if they denounced tribal affiliations. In 1920, the 19th Amendment gave women the voting right and the Voting Rights Act of 1965, gave all minorities and persons of 'color' the right to vote.
Throughout the history, 'wealthy-white men' continue with attempts to alter the voting process and thus suppress many from voting. In recent years, many people were denied voting access because of literacy tests. Today, we observed immoral practices by using voter I.D. cards or placing polling places in areas and at distances making it difficult for non-auto owners to access.
I suspect that the grand-garage sale will remain a popular 'middle-class' Saturday exercise for the common folks as will Tuesday's 6 A.M.-to-7 P.M. voting tradition. That's the way 'Big Daddy' wants it!
Friday, September 7, 2012
The Missing Ingredient: 'Integrity.'
The two party political conventions of 2012 are now in the rear view mirror; the only thing remaining is a history book entry noting that the United States people stayed with #44 or elected #45. Both political camps maintain that this year's election will shape our history far longer than it surely will. I suspect many campaign cries from decades past fervently shouted those same warning words.
No doubt our elected officials give thumbs up or down to many advanced ideas as the issues of our nation beg for answers. There is a growing disconnect of power and goodness in political leaders to ensure the best direction for a public they pretend to serve. Too often those leaders become caught in the cross hairs of granting expected favors, serving a donor's interest or real fears of losing their re-election bid. The ways to express and pursue greed have become huge. In this land of the free and home of the brave the best of intentions can be distorted or consumed by power.
I liken our political leadership responsibilities to the umpire-referees of the athletic contest. Teams gather in competition and seek impartial management of the affair. It is not the purpose of the officials to win anything or necessarily be noticed; they are there to ensure governing rules and a level field, which will render an outcome wrapped in integrity.
I umpired high school and NCAA baseball games for eleven years. When I walked onto a baseball diamond, I wished to be recognized by coaches and athletes ONLY as that official who will give his best effort to 'get-it-right' thus allowing competitors to relax and execute talents, skills and energies to render a virtuous life-experience outcome.
I say to those who make proclamations: Don't tell me; show me!
No doubt our elected officials give thumbs up or down to many advanced ideas as the issues of our nation beg for answers. There is a growing disconnect of power and goodness in political leaders to ensure the best direction for a public they pretend to serve. Too often those leaders become caught in the cross hairs of granting expected favors, serving a donor's interest or real fears of losing their re-election bid. The ways to express and pursue greed have become huge. In this land of the free and home of the brave the best of intentions can be distorted or consumed by power.
I liken our political leadership responsibilities to the umpire-referees of the athletic contest. Teams gather in competition and seek impartial management of the affair. It is not the purpose of the officials to win anything or necessarily be noticed; they are there to ensure governing rules and a level field, which will render an outcome wrapped in integrity.
I umpired high school and NCAA baseball games for eleven years. When I walked onto a baseball diamond, I wished to be recognized by coaches and athletes ONLY as that official who will give his best effort to 'get-it-right' thus allowing competitors to relax and execute talents, skills and energies to render a virtuous life-experience outcome.
I say to those who make proclamations: Don't tell me; show me!
Thursday, September 6, 2012
As Ricky said to Lucy, "Splain It To Me!"
Most who read my blog understand that I am an individual of slightly 'above' average intelligence. You will not offend me if you perpetuate this truth in gossip conversation. That stated, I would appreciate anybody telephoning or emailing me explanation help regarding my difficulties grasping the understanding of the following recent events.
Many Democrats contend that Vice-Presidential candidate, Paul Ryan has 'told' lies on this early campaign trail. I fall below that intellect comprehension line to take the fella to task. I DID catch Ryan in a 'story-telling' moment and when he was called out he 'walked-the-story-back' with either a bigger lie or Paul Ryan, also is in my 'slightly-above-average intelligence club!' Here is how it all went down: Ryan was asked about his alleged marathon running. Ryan told reporters that he ran the marathon in 2 hours and 50-something minutes. Note: The Boston Marathon winning time in 2011 was 2 hours 3 minutes. Ryan's stated marathon time places him in the elite-runners' category. He was pressed for details and then came the lie or the stupidity; you 'splain-it.' Ryan said, "I meant to round-off my stated time to 4 hours." Folks, if you are going to round-off 2 hours and 53 minutes to the nearest hour THAT would be 3 hours not 4 hours! Someone give me a call and 'splain-it!'
The Republicans get all piss-faced when Democrats suggest that Former Republican President, George W. Bush left America in an economic mess for President Obama; I get it. The Republican Party leaders told their most recent President, G. W. to STAY AWAY from their recent National Convention. I am hard pressed to comprehend the protective anger towards Democrats in behalf of George and the 'Dear George keep your ass away from our convention attitude!' Please, someone 'splain-it' to me.
Former President Bill Clinton survived a Republican impeachment attempt when in office because of a sexual tryst with a young woman intern. After finishing his two-terms Clinton entered the private-sector and began the Clinton Foundation, which addresses world-wide needs. He spoke last evening at the Democrats National Convention. I am not positive but I think if the 'world' was electing a President, Bill Clinton would win in a landslide but someone can email me with a better choice...perhaps Bush or Blair.
Many Democrats contend that Vice-Presidential candidate, Paul Ryan has 'told' lies on this early campaign trail. I fall below that intellect comprehension line to take the fella to task. I DID catch Ryan in a 'story-telling' moment and when he was called out he 'walked-the-story-back' with either a bigger lie or Paul Ryan, also is in my 'slightly-above-average intelligence club!' Here is how it all went down: Ryan was asked about his alleged marathon running. Ryan told reporters that he ran the marathon in 2 hours and 50-something minutes. Note: The Boston Marathon winning time in 2011 was 2 hours 3 minutes. Ryan's stated marathon time places him in the elite-runners' category. He was pressed for details and then came the lie or the stupidity; you 'splain-it.' Ryan said, "I meant to round-off my stated time to 4 hours." Folks, if you are going to round-off 2 hours and 53 minutes to the nearest hour THAT would be 3 hours not 4 hours! Someone give me a call and 'splain-it!'
The Republicans get all piss-faced when Democrats suggest that Former Republican President, George W. Bush left America in an economic mess for President Obama; I get it. The Republican Party leaders told their most recent President, G. W. to STAY AWAY from their recent National Convention. I am hard pressed to comprehend the protective anger towards Democrats in behalf of George and the 'Dear George keep your ass away from our convention attitude!' Please, someone 'splain-it' to me.
Former President Bill Clinton survived a Republican impeachment attempt when in office because of a sexual tryst with a young woman intern. After finishing his two-terms Clinton entered the private-sector and began the Clinton Foundation, which addresses world-wide needs. He spoke last evening at the Democrats National Convention. I am not positive but I think if the 'world' was electing a President, Bill Clinton would win in a landslide but someone can email me with a better choice...perhaps Bush or Blair.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
What Are You Thinking?
A gent by the name of Steve Siebold authored a book entitled, "How Rich People Think." His motivation and materials were results from three decades of interviewing the very wealthy. Far be it from me to refute his insight as he uncovered and dissected the pondering thoughts of the likes of Donald Trump or Mitt Romney. However, I would disappoint myself accepting all premises.
Feelings of doubt and mild indignation arise within me concerning Mr. Siebold's format presentation if the Business Insider article written by Mandi Woodruff was using the same 'term' identification for middle and low income people as did Mr. Siebold. The Business Insider article lists all 21 of Siebold's ways that rich folks think about money. Each of the 21 reasons advanced begins with the same first two words; "Average people ...," followed by a differing 'rich' person thought or opinion. Naturally, the two views were widely different. Here is my problem with the presentation: The word 'average' is defined as ordinary or usual and the antonym would be extraordinary or exceptional.
This reporting jargon suggests that people who lack a certain level of wealth or drop below some magical bank account balance cannot achieve any higher life-status or self-worth beyond average.
There were also a few debatable theories advanced from the mouths of 'them that got;' I would challenge #2, "Average people think selfishness is a vice whereas rich people think selfishness is a virtue." I read in another book that people who follow Christ believe selflessness is the Christian's virtue. Accepting both views, I can then conclude that rich people are NOT Christians. #7 stated, "Average people earn money doing things they DO NOT love and rich people follow their passion earning money. Begging to differ, I observed over forty-years, special education teachers working with their students and I dare say that the job REQUIRES the greatest amount of passion imaginable and if that teacher is lucky, perhaps they will attain a top salary of about seventy thousand dollars a year after thirty years working. I will acknowledge that it seems that most rich people do have a passion for money.
Feelings of doubt and mild indignation arise within me concerning Mr. Siebold's format presentation if the Business Insider article written by Mandi Woodruff was using the same 'term' identification for middle and low income people as did Mr. Siebold. The Business Insider article lists all 21 of Siebold's ways that rich folks think about money. Each of the 21 reasons advanced begins with the same first two words; "Average people ...," followed by a differing 'rich' person thought or opinion. Naturally, the two views were widely different. Here is my problem with the presentation: The word 'average' is defined as ordinary or usual and the antonym would be extraordinary or exceptional.
This reporting jargon suggests that people who lack a certain level of wealth or drop below some magical bank account balance cannot achieve any higher life-status or self-worth beyond average.
There were also a few debatable theories advanced from the mouths of 'them that got;' I would challenge #2, "Average people think selfishness is a vice whereas rich people think selfishness is a virtue." I read in another book that people who follow Christ believe selflessness is the Christian's virtue. Accepting both views, I can then conclude that rich people are NOT Christians. #7 stated, "Average people earn money doing things they DO NOT love and rich people follow their passion earning money. Begging to differ, I observed over forty-years, special education teachers working with their students and I dare say that the job REQUIRES the greatest amount of passion imaginable and if that teacher is lucky, perhaps they will attain a top salary of about seventy thousand dollars a year after thirty years working. I will acknowledge that it seems that most rich people do have a passion for money.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
It is Scary and Sad
By now, I would think that most everybody has seen excerpts of movie icon, Clint Eastwood's 'empty chair' improvisational bit at the Republican National Convention. I personally thought it to be a sad moment and somewhat tarnished Mr. Eastwood's persona. Perhaps at eighty-two years of age , Clint Eastwood has some underlying issues, which would cause him to engage in such trifling bar room nonsense that diminishes his image. I get it that Eastwood does not like President Barack Obama and I have no quarrel in one holding such an opinion. However, I remain shocked that Eastwood would, on two occasions, place the phrase 'go f*#k yourself,' into the United States President's mouth. Are you kidding me? In prime time television coverage at an event to introduce a newly nominated Presidential candidate, the Nation founded on those Judea-Christian principles offers THIS moment!
Okay, let's assume that Eastwood is losing touch; he is misguided by voices, suffering delusionary thoughts of legendary granduer, early onset of alzheimer or wishes to reinvent himself as a Comedy Central comic; where is the Grand Old Party's acknowledgment and expression of disappointment in such a nasty segment. It is obvious that the Republicans are NOT proud of the incident because the post-convention 'highlight' video does not show any part of the Clint Eastwood demented impro-shtick. The Republican Party is the self-proclaimed 'righteous' right-wing group that warns the American people that cartoon character, Sponge Bob wishes our children to become 'gay' and then ignores a real person implying vulgar language used by our President as they attempt to lift their own 'holier-than-thou' prominence.
Perhaps one needs to define the audience to fully understand what type of entertainment will be more appealing. In an attempt to make this connection, let me remind the reader that several 'white' Republican Convention delegates were removed from the convention floor when they threw peanuts at a 'black' CNN cameraperson and yelled, "This is how we feed animals."
Hail, Hail the Grand Old Party...smaller govenment and 'WHITES ONLY!'...not with my vote.
Okay, let's assume that Eastwood is losing touch; he is misguided by voices, suffering delusionary thoughts of legendary granduer, early onset of alzheimer or wishes to reinvent himself as a Comedy Central comic; where is the Grand Old Party's acknowledgment and expression of disappointment in such a nasty segment. It is obvious that the Republicans are NOT proud of the incident because the post-convention 'highlight' video does not show any part of the Clint Eastwood demented impro-shtick. The Republican Party is the self-proclaimed 'righteous' right-wing group that warns the American people that cartoon character, Sponge Bob wishes our children to become 'gay' and then ignores a real person implying vulgar language used by our President as they attempt to lift their own 'holier-than-thou' prominence.
Perhaps one needs to define the audience to fully understand what type of entertainment will be more appealing. In an attempt to make this connection, let me remind the reader that several 'white' Republican Convention delegates were removed from the convention floor when they threw peanuts at a 'black' CNN cameraperson and yelled, "This is how we feed animals."
Hail, Hail the Grand Old Party...smaller govenment and 'WHITES ONLY!'...not with my vote.
Monday, September 3, 2012
When it Ends What Gold Shall You Claim?
I readily recall the 1950's growing up in East St. Louis, Illinois; my hometown from which I gained immeasurable family, religious and work ethic values. We were hard-working 'blue-collar' folks comprising a community that exemplified the American 'melting-pot' concept. Many neighborhoods were separated for reasons of first/second generation immigrant cultural likeness and language comfort. Overtime, we would observe great assimilation but unfortunately a degree of racial divide would always plague the city as it does our Nation. Those mistrusts coupled with corporate indifference and political corruption gave impetus to 'white-flight' and eventually 'rainbow-flight' of people seeking greater employment opportunities, better schools, a safer environment and community services outside East St. Louis.
Like many communities across our Nation, East St. Louis held special feelings for major holidays. Perhaps it speaks specifically to that river city's mentality when, we acknowledge the fact that the Labor Day holiday was right behind Christmas and Easter in significance and ahead of Thanksgiving. East St. Louis folks were 'united' when it came to solidarity issues of fair working wages, acceptable work conditions and retirement perks.
One must accept that the greatest contrast between 1950 and 2012, in our country is our spirit of togetherness in a quest or cause. A half-dozen years before 1950, we were a collective people making sacrifices as we engaged in a world war. We were 'united' in accomplishing a victory over what we perceived as evil. Post World War II, we were equally 'united' in pursing the American dream as individuals came together in an industrial boom to begin building a stronger more powerful and yet benevolent America. Today, we are a fractured people eager to point fingers of blame, more suspicious than ever about different ethnic 'looks' and ideologies. We are inundated with opposing political propaganda from less than fair-minded pundits. The quest for power and money continues to create a wider chasm in peoples' abilities to secure that 'American Dream.'
I close my eyes this Labor Day morning and see the masses of working class people marching proudly through the streets of East St. Louis as they made their way to Joneses Park where thousands would come together to salute and celebrate the laborer. I open my eyes to the reality of 'greed' from both the unions demanding the unrealistic and corporations squeezing the life-line of the working class. Together it has produced a sorry-ass slogan: "MADE IN CHINA!"
Like many communities across our Nation, East St. Louis held special feelings for major holidays. Perhaps it speaks specifically to that river city's mentality when, we acknowledge the fact that the Labor Day holiday was right behind Christmas and Easter in significance and ahead of Thanksgiving. East St. Louis folks were 'united' when it came to solidarity issues of fair working wages, acceptable work conditions and retirement perks.
One must accept that the greatest contrast between 1950 and 2012, in our country is our spirit of togetherness in a quest or cause. A half-dozen years before 1950, we were a collective people making sacrifices as we engaged in a world war. We were 'united' in accomplishing a victory over what we perceived as evil. Post World War II, we were equally 'united' in pursing the American dream as individuals came together in an industrial boom to begin building a stronger more powerful and yet benevolent America. Today, we are a fractured people eager to point fingers of blame, more suspicious than ever about different ethnic 'looks' and ideologies. We are inundated with opposing political propaganda from less than fair-minded pundits. The quest for power and money continues to create a wider chasm in peoples' abilities to secure that 'American Dream.'
I close my eyes this Labor Day morning and see the masses of working class people marching proudly through the streets of East St. Louis as they made their way to Joneses Park where thousands would come together to salute and celebrate the laborer. I open my eyes to the reality of 'greed' from both the unions demanding the unrealistic and corporations squeezing the life-line of the working class. Together it has produced a sorry-ass slogan: "MADE IN CHINA!"
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