My fifty-one-year old son recently sent me a YouTube email of Jackson Browne singing his rendition of 'Doctor My Eyes.' I quote my son's accompanying sentiments, "I wish I could go back to those times." Normally, most people hold similar nostalgic thoughts of returning to those yesteryear's and the reason seems apparent.
Between the ages 12 and 20, we are evolving as identifiable individuals as we grapple with much of our family indoctrinations, formal education mandates and social impressions and pressures. Although, we do not necessarily 'arrive' at any finished stage or completeness, nonetheless those aforementioned eight or nine years impact profoundly and the music of our lives coupled with the fashions and fades become sentimental staples of 'the way we were!' Those were our times of unlimited tomorrows with similar time-frame possibilities. Therefore, yesterday's sights and sounds will remind us always of fun, hope and promise.
I have no idea what I pay for my automobile's Sirius Radio yearly-package but I can assure you that as long as I have car keys, I plan to listen to '50's on 5' and allow the voices of Jackie Wilson, Sam Cooke, La Verne Baker, Patti Page and others to take me back to a simpler place in time and reminisce as I walk down that memory lane. I feel no need or desire to actually 'go back' to those days because I must keep my eye on the now-mission, which is exciting and challenging in the present time. However, I shall continue to bring along yesterday's memories in my daily journey.
Please understand that my yesterday's shaped my life and changed my world forever. I push forward and embrace today because I am grateful and humbled by that, which was given to me yesterday; no one deserves to be so blessed or lucky.
'...when other nights and other days may find us gone our separate ways, we will have these moments to remember.' (Four Lads-1955)
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Extract Head from Gluteus Maximus
I suppose since individual choice in a social environment is not determined or monitored by any scientific predictors, we people of this Nation will continue to endlessly debate government intrusion upon individual rights versus the degree of 'controls' necessary for the good of the order.
Let's take for example a couple of issues: (1) If we had no mandated driving 'age' law, I would guess that many parents would allow driving for the 16-year old teens at earlier ages. Then there is the 'legal' voting and alcohol consumption ages; likely the consent spectrum from parents would produce a broad range of 'okay.' However, these aforementioned issues have government enacted laws granting permissions at specified ages, if you please for the general safety concern of all.
This twenty-first century technological explosion catches our society in cross-hairs. The evidence of Internet and cell phone usage is mindbogglingly. Seventy-three percent drive and talk on cell phones, 75% of teens have cell phones, on average teens send 1,500 text messages per month, 97% of teens play computer games and 27% of teens play those computer games with 'strangers.' Seventy-three percent of teens have 'profiles' posted on various web sites and 47% of teens have uploaded photos on computers and keep in mind a sexting-nude or semi-nude photo is just a click away from your 12 year old kid.
Of course, those who freak out over any perceived 'loss' of individual freedoms, should we attempt to enact laws on these concerns, will claim that these issues are NONE of the State's affair...parents should control their children's lives. There is an old saying that goes something like this, "You jest your friends and I'll jest mine; let's not jest one another." Speaking to you in person, I would perhaps use other wording. Most parents are NOT in control of their teenagers and/or give little consideration to these concerns. Therefore,when the incidence of crimes committed on teens and highway deaths escalate from the careless abuse of these unbridled toys, please be leery of the neighbor who wishes to blame government, schools and Churches for failing our children. That neighbor is jesting himself and some of the jesting may get 'on you!'
Let's take for example a couple of issues: (1) If we had no mandated driving 'age' law, I would guess that many parents would allow driving for the 16-year old teens at earlier ages. Then there is the 'legal' voting and alcohol consumption ages; likely the consent spectrum from parents would produce a broad range of 'okay.' However, these aforementioned issues have government enacted laws granting permissions at specified ages, if you please for the general safety concern of all.
This twenty-first century technological explosion catches our society in cross-hairs. The evidence of Internet and cell phone usage is mindbogglingly. Seventy-three percent drive and talk on cell phones, 75% of teens have cell phones, on average teens send 1,500 text messages per month, 97% of teens play computer games and 27% of teens play those computer games with 'strangers.' Seventy-three percent of teens have 'profiles' posted on various web sites and 47% of teens have uploaded photos on computers and keep in mind a sexting-nude or semi-nude photo is just a click away from your 12 year old kid.
Of course, those who freak out over any perceived 'loss' of individual freedoms, should we attempt to enact laws on these concerns, will claim that these issues are NONE of the State's affair...parents should control their children's lives. There is an old saying that goes something like this, "You jest your friends and I'll jest mine; let's not jest one another." Speaking to you in person, I would perhaps use other wording. Most parents are NOT in control of their teenagers and/or give little consideration to these concerns. Therefore,when the incidence of crimes committed on teens and highway deaths escalate from the careless abuse of these unbridled toys, please be leery of the neighbor who wishes to blame government, schools and Churches for failing our children. That neighbor is jesting himself and some of the jesting may get 'on you!'
Monday, October 29, 2012
Luke 18:16, 'Suffer Not the Children...
I suspect you, as most, are weary with the never-ending mean spirited attacks and general negativity swirling about this 2012 Presidential election year; as my late maternal grandmother Mammy Bennett would say, "It's got my head to swimmin'!" Please attempt to place your mind around the amount of money generated by the two party's attempt to seize the power. When the final buck is counted each candidate's party will have raised one billion dollars for their respective campaigns!
This political shell-game exercise offers claim and counter claims about monies; how to cut spending, how to reduce the deficit, who pays what in income taxes, taxes upon the middle class, taxes from the wealthiest Americans, etc...the slanted manipulation numbers game becomes a vicious cycle of poppycock nonsense! I especially find amusement with folks who just simply become unglued over the belief that 'their' wealth is being 'redistributed' to lesser people who are unworthy. I recall back in the late 1950's when my wife's father died suddenly at age 55, leaving his very dependent wife and two children to fend for themselves. Only because my future mother-in law had a loving and giving family and 'redistributed' social security money was available, could she survive with bare essentials. Yes, indeed, many family members 're-distributed' some wealth and the re-distributed social security money kept her afloat for nearly thirty more years!
It will matter little how this election turns out to a little 4th grader taught by our granddaughter in Northern Illinois. The boy is short funds for daily 'snack-milk' and although there is available lunch money there is no 'snack' money. His parents have addiction problems and the accompanying obliviousness to the mounting emotional scares upon their young son. My wife and I told our granddaughter that we would send her the monthly money to cover the little boy's milk fund. We will continue for the school year and also pray that this child will find success in spite of the odds he faces, if not some of the public monies will one day be re-distributed (approximately $42,000.00 per year) for prison care.
Do you really believe that politicians give a 'rat's ass' about this kid; after all, a recent President thought it was clever politics to pursue a notion, "No Child Left Behind." Unless our government is willing to remove these disadvantaged kids from their abusive and often times non supportive parents and re-distribute monies to provide for education, then such a notion is a total idiotic idea.
Ponder for a moment if you will, which of these two money problems presents the most profound psychological impact on an individuals life? (1) The wealthy millionaire who hires a tax accountant to explore avenues to avoid paying large amounts of taxes or (2) a 10-year old child watching his peers enjoy a twenty-five cent refreshment drink he cannot afford?
This political shell-game exercise offers claim and counter claims about monies; how to cut spending, how to reduce the deficit, who pays what in income taxes, taxes upon the middle class, taxes from the wealthiest Americans, etc...the slanted manipulation numbers game becomes a vicious cycle of poppycock nonsense! I especially find amusement with folks who just simply become unglued over the belief that 'their' wealth is being 'redistributed' to lesser people who are unworthy. I recall back in the late 1950's when my wife's father died suddenly at age 55, leaving his very dependent wife and two children to fend for themselves. Only because my future mother-in law had a loving and giving family and 'redistributed' social security money was available, could she survive with bare essentials. Yes, indeed, many family members 're-distributed' some wealth and the re-distributed social security money kept her afloat for nearly thirty more years!
It will matter little how this election turns out to a little 4th grader taught by our granddaughter in Northern Illinois. The boy is short funds for daily 'snack-milk' and although there is available lunch money there is no 'snack' money. His parents have addiction problems and the accompanying obliviousness to the mounting emotional scares upon their young son. My wife and I told our granddaughter that we would send her the monthly money to cover the little boy's milk fund. We will continue for the school year and also pray that this child will find success in spite of the odds he faces, if not some of the public monies will one day be re-distributed (approximately $42,000.00 per year) for prison care.
Do you really believe that politicians give a 'rat's ass' about this kid; after all, a recent President thought it was clever politics to pursue a notion, "No Child Left Behind." Unless our government is willing to remove these disadvantaged kids from their abusive and often times non supportive parents and re-distribute monies to provide for education, then such a notion is a total idiotic idea.
Ponder for a moment if you will, which of these two money problems presents the most profound psychological impact on an individuals life? (1) The wealthy millionaire who hires a tax accountant to explore avenues to avoid paying large amounts of taxes or (2) a 10-year old child watching his peers enjoy a twenty-five cent refreshment drink he cannot afford?
Sunday, October 28, 2012
...But They Remain My Friends
I suppose that I am very much like other folks when it comes to friendships; some personalities simply click and a friendship is born. It is interesting how, I never measured anything other than the moment's enjoyment with other people as those friendships began. Not once did I give consideration to religion, race, political persuasion or if they were a Cubs or Cardinals fan. Now that I have stated everything you already know about the birth of friendships, let me move on to make my point.
I receive emails from all kinds of people; Friends, strangers and casual acquaintances. When getting those Internet 'notes' from folks, I notice that about 95% of the more angry, finger-blame-accusations of wrong doing comes from my friends on the politically-conservative right; my Republican crony-chums!
Just this past week a longtime dear friend sent an email message filled with one anti-liberal claim after another. I am sure that she knows that I am a union-Democrat with strong liberal views; perhaps she wishes to 'save' me. She sent this letter about a "tired man." He worked hard from the time he was 18 years-old until now, his sixty-third year. Crap, I worked hard from age 16, until seventy-three and I'm not pissed at conservatives. He spoke of his tiredness of the Islam so-called, 'Religion of Peace.' Then he went on to document Muslim men killing wives, sisters and daughters for family honor reasons. I should have shot an email back to my friend and speak to the eight (8) Christian religion-driven anti-abortion killings since 2009, right here in the USA; but I thought what's the purpose?
My friend's email really 'got into' the issues of this fella's weariness hearing about tolerance for race so I went to my resources to investigate recent studies on the issue. Holy Goodness, 'Mother-of-Rush Limbaugh,' I discovered that the disappearance of Southern Democrats coincides with the 'civil rights' movement when the Republicans came on board to oppose most social causes. Studies today, reveals the following about racial attitudes: In 2008 48% of Americans felt negative against 'Blacks' whereas that is up to 51% in 2012. Regarding political party attitudes towards 'Black' People...' 55 % of Democrats look upon Blacks unfavorably while 64% of Republicans hold anti-Black attitudes. AND here is one that likely displeases our Lord, a study uncovers that 'Whites' who attend church regularly have stronger anti-Blacks attitudes than non-church going 'Whites.' Please accept the reality that most 'Whites' do NOT like Brownish-skin people and most 'Whites' believe Jesus Christ is light skin and blue-eyed.
Thank goodness for 'those' bumper-stickers, which read: "Honk If You Love Jesus" Gives us a chance to 'show' our REAL Christian values and love taught by Jesus!
I receive emails from all kinds of people; Friends, strangers and casual acquaintances. When getting those Internet 'notes' from folks, I notice that about 95% of the more angry, finger-blame-accusations of wrong doing comes from my friends on the politically-conservative right; my Republican crony-chums!
Just this past week a longtime dear friend sent an email message filled with one anti-liberal claim after another. I am sure that she knows that I am a union-Democrat with strong liberal views; perhaps she wishes to 'save' me. She sent this letter about a "tired man." He worked hard from the time he was 18 years-old until now, his sixty-third year. Crap, I worked hard from age 16, until seventy-three and I'm not pissed at conservatives. He spoke of his tiredness of the Islam so-called, 'Religion of Peace.' Then he went on to document Muslim men killing wives, sisters and daughters for family honor reasons. I should have shot an email back to my friend and speak to the eight (8) Christian religion-driven anti-abortion killings since 2009, right here in the USA; but I thought what's the purpose?
My friend's email really 'got into' the issues of this fella's weariness hearing about tolerance for race so I went to my resources to investigate recent studies on the issue. Holy Goodness, 'Mother-of-Rush Limbaugh,' I discovered that the disappearance of Southern Democrats coincides with the 'civil rights' movement when the Republicans came on board to oppose most social causes. Studies today, reveals the following about racial attitudes: In 2008 48% of Americans felt negative against 'Blacks' whereas that is up to 51% in 2012. Regarding political party attitudes towards 'Black' People...' 55 % of Democrats look upon Blacks unfavorably while 64% of Republicans hold anti-Black attitudes. AND here is one that likely displeases our Lord, a study uncovers that 'Whites' who attend church regularly have stronger anti-Blacks attitudes than non-church going 'Whites.' Please accept the reality that most 'Whites' do NOT like Brownish-skin people and most 'Whites' believe Jesus Christ is light skin and blue-eyed.
Thank goodness for 'those' bumper-stickers, which read: "Honk If You Love Jesus" Gives us a chance to 'show' our REAL Christian values and love taught by Jesus!
Friday, October 26, 2012
Offer To Sell and They Will Come
My wife and I monitored a 'Garage Sale' at our home the last two days and will now take a one day break before closing the garage door this Saturday at noon. It was interesting to note that our sale was held at unconventional time slots given the traditional routine garage sales' time. Our advertised sale times are noon to 6P.M. for two week days and the more normal Saturday time of 8A.M. till noon.
Each morning I glanced out at about 10:30A.M. and both mornings, I noticed slowing moving autos passing by our home with intense looking faces peering out side vehicle windows as the if occupants were advance scouts, organized shopper spies or simply the more experienced garage sale-shopper who wishes to be first! The garage sale brings to your driveway a cross-section of Americana; a few nattily attired couples and creep or two. There are the women looking to buy clothing for children, others ask if you'll have costume jewelry, the antique hunter, the fella interested in machinery, tools and/or gadgets. One gentleman brought an item to me, held it up in front of my face and asked, "What the hell is this? I don't have one at home but I ain't sure I need one." I told him that I wasn't sure what it is but I have three and I was ready to part with one. He didn't buy; I suppose my pitch didn't help.
My wife pointed out to me that some garage sale shopping ladies switch those little pricing-stickers to get the item cheaper. I suggested to her that she should call them out when she is positive they did that and simply say, "Lady, I have a feeling you really want this so take it; it's free!" One elderly couple kept eyeing my backyard swing, which had a $10.00 price tag. Finally, I asked them if they wanted that swing and the gentleman who was caring an oxygen tank said, "Well, my wife ain't never had a swing." I said, you can have it for $5.00." He said, well, that's right nice to drop the price but I couldn't begin to put it together once I got it home." Tomorrow afternoon when I get back from taking my wife to the orthopedic doctor's office, I'll use my neighbor's truck and take the swing (in tack) to Mr. Kirby's backyard.
Sure enjoyed my granddaughter, Erica's Jacksonville high school volleyball team's Regional Championship win over Quincy Notre Dame...the victory puts off at least another week before Erica can have her broken hand fixed; for the time being she'll just have to suck-it-up and keep on playing. She's a tough little girl!
Each morning I glanced out at about 10:30A.M. and both mornings, I noticed slowing moving autos passing by our home with intense looking faces peering out side vehicle windows as the if occupants were advance scouts, organized shopper spies or simply the more experienced garage sale-shopper who wishes to be first! The garage sale brings to your driveway a cross-section of Americana; a few nattily attired couples and creep or two. There are the women looking to buy clothing for children, others ask if you'll have costume jewelry, the antique hunter, the fella interested in machinery, tools and/or gadgets. One gentleman brought an item to me, held it up in front of my face and asked, "What the hell is this? I don't have one at home but I ain't sure I need one." I told him that I wasn't sure what it is but I have three and I was ready to part with one. He didn't buy; I suppose my pitch didn't help.
My wife pointed out to me that some garage sale shopping ladies switch those little pricing-stickers to get the item cheaper. I suggested to her that she should call them out when she is positive they did that and simply say, "Lady, I have a feeling you really want this so take it; it's free!" One elderly couple kept eyeing my backyard swing, which had a $10.00 price tag. Finally, I asked them if they wanted that swing and the gentleman who was caring an oxygen tank said, "Well, my wife ain't never had a swing." I said, you can have it for $5.00." He said, well, that's right nice to drop the price but I couldn't begin to put it together once I got it home." Tomorrow afternoon when I get back from taking my wife to the orthopedic doctor's office, I'll use my neighbor's truck and take the swing (in tack) to Mr. Kirby's backyard.
Sure enjoyed my granddaughter, Erica's Jacksonville high school volleyball team's Regional Championship win over Quincy Notre Dame...the victory puts off at least another week before Erica can have her broken hand fixed; for the time being she'll just have to suck-it-up and keep on playing. She's a tough little girl!
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Good and Bad; I OWN It!
Back in August, when I heard Missouri Senate candidate, Todd Akin say that a woman can cause her body to somehow 'block' an unwanted pregnancy caused by rape, I thought it was perhaps the dumbest comment I ever heard from a politician, excluding Palin's comment about her incredible vision, which allows her to 'see' Russia from her Alaska home's back porch. I'll be if a fella running for the Senate in Indiana hasn't trumped both Akin and Palin's lame-brain remarks; his name is Richard Mourdock. Republican Senate candidate, Mourdock refuses to apologize for a statement suggesting that a pregnancy resulting from rape is "something God intended."
Readers, on October 10, 2012, I wrote a blog entitled, 'Stop Blaming God.' Okay, you all come to your own conclusions, my conclusion is clearly stated in this opinion piece.
I obviously grew up in a much different Christian training environment than Mr. Mourdock who appears to be a disciple of those far right-wing whack-jobs, i.e., the late Jerry Falwell, who tried to scare the hell out of parents about Teletubbies; Rev Pat Robertson who believes that all earthquakes and other natural disasters are caused by God to get even with sinners, especially 'Gays' (even though innocent folks die), or that 'Wannabe Preacher,' Franklin Graham (not to be confused with his Father, Billy) but Franklin who maintains that he "KNOWS" Romney's heart by merely looking in his eyes but he'll have to take Obama at his word when Obama says he IS a Christian. Franklin should not preach, he should have a Carnival stand and tell fortunes!
Please follow my Christian teachings: If Richard Mourdock's logic is correct, then ALL things are predestined by God and God gave mankind NO FREE CHOICE in life thus Charles Manson did his evil acts because a loving God wanted him to do these terrible things. If Mourdock speaks truisms, then we people of God need NOT repent because we don't need salvation; we did NOT choose to do bad things. I believe that God 'gave us' rules (Commandments) and teachings (Christ's words) to choose to live by daily. If all mankind lived by these tenets, man would live in peaceful tranquility. If man 'chooses' NOT to follow the teaching/rules, man sins.
Please excuse me, while I leave this typing machine to engage my 'morning prayers' when I will ask my Lord and Savior to forgive me my transgressions; that's correct, MY transgressions, MY sins, which God did not intend for me to commit!
Readers, on October 10, 2012, I wrote a blog entitled, 'Stop Blaming God.' Okay, you all come to your own conclusions, my conclusion is clearly stated in this opinion piece.
I obviously grew up in a much different Christian training environment than Mr. Mourdock who appears to be a disciple of those far right-wing whack-jobs, i.e., the late Jerry Falwell, who tried to scare the hell out of parents about Teletubbies; Rev Pat Robertson who believes that all earthquakes and other natural disasters are caused by God to get even with sinners, especially 'Gays' (even though innocent folks die), or that 'Wannabe Preacher,' Franklin Graham (not to be confused with his Father, Billy) but Franklin who maintains that he "KNOWS" Romney's heart by merely looking in his eyes but he'll have to take Obama at his word when Obama says he IS a Christian. Franklin should not preach, he should have a Carnival stand and tell fortunes!
Please follow my Christian teachings: If Richard Mourdock's logic is correct, then ALL things are predestined by God and God gave mankind NO FREE CHOICE in life thus Charles Manson did his evil acts because a loving God wanted him to do these terrible things. If Mourdock speaks truisms, then we people of God need NOT repent because we don't need salvation; we did NOT choose to do bad things. I believe that God 'gave us' rules (Commandments) and teachings (Christ's words) to choose to live by daily. If all mankind lived by these tenets, man would live in peaceful tranquility. If man 'chooses' NOT to follow the teaching/rules, man sins.
Please excuse me, while I leave this typing machine to engage my 'morning prayers' when I will ask my Lord and Savior to forgive me my transgressions; that's correct, MY transgressions, MY sins, which God did not intend for me to commit!
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Some Educators Talk 'Poppycock!'
Aside from my sport consultant responsibilities with the 43rd Annual Decatur Thanksgiving (week long) Basketball Tournament, I have parallel consultant duties for the Decatur School District, which places me in the midst of conference affiliation membership. Currently, the Decatur high schools, MacArthur & Eisenhower are both members of the Big12 that includes the Champaigm, Danville, Bloomington and Normal schools.
The dynamics of dropping enrollments and inconsistent competitiveness causes Decatur's administration to request re-evaluation of conference association. A brief 'look' at the Apollo and Corn Belt Conferences did not strike a cord but a recent invitation from the Springfield based Central State 8 Conference does merit consideration. I shared some thoughts last evening at a Decatur School board meeting on the subject; the administration is still gathering 'comparative' information. A casual investigation made into the recent history of conference breakups and re-alignments around the State of Illinois, we soon uncover what I believe is a less than higher plane of secondary-educational philosophy. Bare with me please. There are approximately 850 Illinois high schools competing in sport under the auspices of the Illinois High School Association. Most of those schools offer about 15-to-17 sports' programs and again, most of those schools offer both male and female programs; lots of sports! Every sport is guaranteed a post-season berth in some IHSA playoff structure except the sport of football. Football MUST qualify for a year-end playoff spot by winning a certain percentage of games. The strength of schedule along with total wins and losses of your team and your opponents is crunched into a mathematical blender and we 'announce' football playoff teams on the Saturday of the last week of the season. We mimic the college and pros. The only difference, we 'educators' pontificate that sport is an extracurricular offering, which offers young children the opportunity to develop more completely through the sport disciplines! We are soooo full of crap! Why would we not have automatic football first-round playoff pairing for ALL schools and thus not place the ridiculous onus upon high school football coaches and their teenage players to 'validate' a degree of 'winning-worth!'
As long as this system exists, we will have conferences breaking up and schools 'looking' for that easier pathway to playoffs.
The dynamics of dropping enrollments and inconsistent competitiveness causes Decatur's administration to request re-evaluation of conference association. A brief 'look' at the Apollo and Corn Belt Conferences did not strike a cord but a recent invitation from the Springfield based Central State 8 Conference does merit consideration. I shared some thoughts last evening at a Decatur School board meeting on the subject; the administration is still gathering 'comparative' information. A casual investigation made into the recent history of conference breakups and re-alignments around the State of Illinois, we soon uncover what I believe is a less than higher plane of secondary-educational philosophy. Bare with me please. There are approximately 850 Illinois high schools competing in sport under the auspices of the Illinois High School Association. Most of those schools offer about 15-to-17 sports' programs and again, most of those schools offer both male and female programs; lots of sports! Every sport is guaranteed a post-season berth in some IHSA playoff structure except the sport of football. Football MUST qualify for a year-end playoff spot by winning a certain percentage of games. The strength of schedule along with total wins and losses of your team and your opponents is crunched into a mathematical blender and we 'announce' football playoff teams on the Saturday of the last week of the season. We mimic the college and pros. The only difference, we 'educators' pontificate that sport is an extracurricular offering, which offers young children the opportunity to develop more completely through the sport disciplines! We are soooo full of crap! Why would we not have automatic football first-round playoff pairing for ALL schools and thus not place the ridiculous onus upon high school football coaches and their teenage players to 'validate' a degree of 'winning-worth!'
As long as this system exists, we will have conferences breaking up and schools 'looking' for that easier pathway to playoffs.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Que Sera Sera
I shall come clean with full disclosure as I begin this blog. My writing was done approximately six hours prior to the seventh game of the National League Division Series and about 18-hours before I normally post my blog. This is the case because I wish to be totally unencumbered with statements before the outcome of the San Francisco 'Giants' and St. Louis Cardinals' game, which decides who goes to the World Series.
At the close of the 2011 World Series, which the Cardinals won, I watched and listened with great interest the ongoing negotiations for Cardinals' first baseman, Albert Pujols' services for this recent 2012 campaign. Naturally, I was hoping the Redbirds could re-sign the future Hall-of Fame slugger but at a reasonable financial cost; I did not want to see the the St. Louis franchise handicapped with exorbitant pay for 'one' player, i.e., Alex Rodriguez. Not long into those negoiation conversations with Pujols and his agent it became apparent that Albert 'The Great' was all about money and he grabbed a handsome record-breaking $254 million ten-year contract with the Los Angeles 'Angels.' This financial package represented about $34 million more than offered by St. Louis.
Pujols is still relatively young, in baseball years and perhaps his Angels will win a couple of World Series titles before he hangs up the spikes. However, when this deal went down all the MLB analysts and experts along with other talking heads had the 'Angels' not only winning the American League Championship but crowned as World Champs. It didn't happen! The team Pujols left is knocking at the door once again to return to the World Series.
Many Cubs' fans and other Central Division baseball fans will be pulling for the 'Giants' because of envy; Pujols is pulling for the 'Giants' because the 'little boy' in him would trade his salary difference in a heartbeat to be on his profession's biggest stage!
At the close of the 2011 World Series, which the Cardinals won, I watched and listened with great interest the ongoing negotiations for Cardinals' first baseman, Albert Pujols' services for this recent 2012 campaign. Naturally, I was hoping the Redbirds could re-sign the future Hall-of Fame slugger but at a reasonable financial cost; I did not want to see the the St. Louis franchise handicapped with exorbitant pay for 'one' player, i.e., Alex Rodriguez. Not long into those negoiation conversations with Pujols and his agent it became apparent that Albert 'The Great' was all about money and he grabbed a handsome record-breaking $254 million ten-year contract with the Los Angeles 'Angels.' This financial package represented about $34 million more than offered by St. Louis.
Pujols is still relatively young, in baseball years and perhaps his Angels will win a couple of World Series titles before he hangs up the spikes. However, when this deal went down all the MLB analysts and experts along with other talking heads had the 'Angels' not only winning the American League Championship but crowned as World Champs. It didn't happen! The team Pujols left is knocking at the door once again to return to the World Series.
Many Cubs' fans and other Central Division baseball fans will be pulling for the 'Giants' because of envy; Pujols is pulling for the 'Giants' because the 'little boy' in him would trade his salary difference in a heartbeat to be on his profession's biggest stage!
Monday, October 22, 2012
'It's Comin' Around Again.'
I remember each time on the occasion of one of our children 'leaving' home, either for college or marriage, people would send congratulatory cards and also those 'uplift' cards, which were intended to ease the parental pain of separation. I especially recall one such card that carried a verse that went something like..."If you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, it's yours. If it doesn't it never was." There was also that 'other' quote that spoke about 'Life's longing for itself.'
Funny, I think that in those moments there is little emotional-pain medication for the parents. We parents likely ache at those times because we face total loss of control (protection) of our child albeit an adult child and we grapple with our own march to less and less viable relevance; we are growing old.
Well, there is good news for those who may be facing those child-parent departure moments; love given does return. Let me take you back to the year 2003. Gerry & Mel aka, Nana & Boompa began having an annual 'Naboo Camp' for our grandchildren. We continued with this camp for five years.We had those grandkids at our Decatur home for one week without their parents around. We conducted field trips, fishing outings, miniature golf times, zoo visits, museum moments and endless activities, along with nightly theme dinners. The immediate results were lots of laughter, lifetime bonding for cousins and well, let me share the even better news..."IT'S OURS' because it's coming back again and again!
Oldest granddaughter, Amanda, husband Todd and great grandson, Talin find their way to Decatur for the holidays and Amanda holds court for the cousins; she always was their pied piper. Granddaughter, Lindsay for four years bounced from Decatur to Champaign and back while negotiating the academic maze towards a teaching degree. Today, Lindsay continues to involve her Nana and Boompa in her journey. Grandson, Caleb is attending Eastern Illinois University and dates Jacksonville hometown girl who is also at EIU. This past Friday, Caleb and Morgan telephoned Nana and Boompa suggesting a get-together in Amish country (Arthur, IL.) at the Pumpkin Patch. We met them Saturday afternoon for the outing and after Yoder's buffet dinner, Caleb and Morgan followed the old folks back to Decatur where our dessert was S'mores and Morgan impressed with her pumpkin carving skills, leaving Boompa with a STL Cardinals (Redbirds) logo on a large pumpkin.
Next fall it appears that two more grandkids will be leaving their respective homes and attending nearby Illinois State University (Bloomington/Normal), which is 45-minutes from Nana & Boompa; don't you just know there is more of this Capistrano story to unfold!
Funny, I think that in those moments there is little emotional-pain medication for the parents. We parents likely ache at those times because we face total loss of control (protection) of our child albeit an adult child and we grapple with our own march to less and less viable relevance; we are growing old.
Well, there is good news for those who may be facing those child-parent departure moments; love given does return. Let me take you back to the year 2003. Gerry & Mel aka, Nana & Boompa began having an annual 'Naboo Camp' for our grandchildren. We continued with this camp for five years.We had those grandkids at our Decatur home for one week without their parents around. We conducted field trips, fishing outings, miniature golf times, zoo visits, museum moments and endless activities, along with nightly theme dinners. The immediate results were lots of laughter, lifetime bonding for cousins and well, let me share the even better news..."IT'S OURS' because it's coming back again and again!
Oldest granddaughter, Amanda, husband Todd and great grandson, Talin find their way to Decatur for the holidays and Amanda holds court for the cousins; she always was their pied piper. Granddaughter, Lindsay for four years bounced from Decatur to Champaign and back while negotiating the academic maze towards a teaching degree. Today, Lindsay continues to involve her Nana and Boompa in her journey. Grandson, Caleb is attending Eastern Illinois University and dates Jacksonville hometown girl who is also at EIU. This past Friday, Caleb and Morgan telephoned Nana and Boompa suggesting a get-together in Amish country (Arthur, IL.) at the Pumpkin Patch. We met them Saturday afternoon for the outing and after Yoder's buffet dinner, Caleb and Morgan followed the old folks back to Decatur where our dessert was S'mores and Morgan impressed with her pumpkin carving skills, leaving Boompa with a STL Cardinals (Redbirds) logo on a large pumpkin.
Next fall it appears that two more grandkids will be leaving their respective homes and attending nearby Illinois State University (Bloomington/Normal), which is 45-minutes from Nana & Boompa; don't you just know there is more of this Capistrano story to unfold!
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Pay Your Debts and Pray Alone!
On the surface, one might not think that Donald Trump and Tim Tebow have much in common but don't rush to that conclusion. Shall we take a glimpse at the shared traits of 'The Donald' and 'The Q-Back.' Both seemingly have financial stability; Tebow's came from throwing a football whereas Trump's derived from tossing a few bankruptcies at creditors. Both gentlemen have a 'deity fixation;' Tebow worships his God and Trump believes he IS God!
The young upstart Tebow and the senior Trump each hold very high self-proclaimed opinions on an sundry of matters. I think Trump takes his role as chairperson on the television show, 'Apprentice' into real world matters and thus pontificates edict-like thoughts with a 'Hitler-like' persona. He is ready to 'fire' (dismiss) any who may hold opposite views than he. Trump's endless anti-President Obama remarks are well documented and he clings to the birther-conspiracy theory like stink hangs on manure.
Tebow is a bit more subtle with his passion promotions; everything he does or states runs a rail alongside his Christian views. Certainly, I find absolutely nothing wrong with that life-style except; that's right, EXCEPT! I always feel skepticism build within when anyone talks about Jesus constantly. I find myself awaiting that infamous 'other shoe' to drop. You may recall that when George 'W' orchestrated that military/invasion attack on Iraq, he later told reporters that he spoke to his Heavenly Father before authorizing the war-assault; the subliminal message from "W" was thus, George had a permission slip from God to kill people! BULL BUTTER!
Just this morning, I read that Tebow's lawyers have established a 'trademark' on Tebow's kneeling on one knee with elbow resting on the 'up' knee and fist at forehead assuming a prayerful posture. Give me a break, Tebow can now sue folks who strike THAT pose? I have no proof but would we not think that somewhere along the Christian legacy the same position was used while praying? The next thing I am going to hear is Trump and Tebow came back from a mountain climbing venture with this mysterious stone-tablet with commandment-like rules.
Trump...Ecclesiastes 5:5..."It is better that you should not vow than to vow and not pay."
Tebow...Matthew 6:6..."Go into a closet and pray in secret to your Father."
The young upstart Tebow and the senior Trump each hold very high self-proclaimed opinions on an sundry of matters. I think Trump takes his role as chairperson on the television show, 'Apprentice' into real world matters and thus pontificates edict-like thoughts with a 'Hitler-like' persona. He is ready to 'fire' (dismiss) any who may hold opposite views than he. Trump's endless anti-President Obama remarks are well documented and he clings to the birther-conspiracy theory like stink hangs on manure.
Tebow is a bit more subtle with his passion promotions; everything he does or states runs a rail alongside his Christian views. Certainly, I find absolutely nothing wrong with that life-style except; that's right, EXCEPT! I always feel skepticism build within when anyone talks about Jesus constantly. I find myself awaiting that infamous 'other shoe' to drop. You may recall that when George 'W' orchestrated that military/invasion attack on Iraq, he later told reporters that he spoke to his Heavenly Father before authorizing the war-assault; the subliminal message from "W" was thus, George had a permission slip from God to kill people! BULL BUTTER!
Just this morning, I read that Tebow's lawyers have established a 'trademark' on Tebow's kneeling on one knee with elbow resting on the 'up' knee and fist at forehead assuming a prayerful posture. Give me a break, Tebow can now sue folks who strike THAT pose? I have no proof but would we not think that somewhere along the Christian legacy the same position was used while praying? The next thing I am going to hear is Trump and Tebow came back from a mountain climbing venture with this mysterious stone-tablet with commandment-like rules.
Trump...Ecclesiastes 5:5..."It is better that you should not vow than to vow and not pay."
Tebow...Matthew 6:6..."Go into a closet and pray in secret to your Father."
Friday, October 19, 2012
Intentional Leadership will Trump A-ginners!
I remember one tightfisted ultra-conservative Grace Methodist Church board member in the 1950's Washington Park (East St. Louis). He was the 'finance committee' chairman for years who had a rather dubious reputation. Old man Winterhatch was known as 'Mister Ima-ginner.' As the story goes he spoke out just before most votes to spend a dime saying, "You all can do whatcha-wanna-do but I'ma-ginner!" One time, Mr. 'W' responded to a proposal to purchase a new chandelier for the church foyer saying, "I'ma-ginner, we don't need no chandelier in our church, what we need is a new light fixture in that dadgum dark hallway." I'm not sure which type person is the most unpleasant to attempt interaction with on committees or for that matter any situations requiring a consensus; the I'ma-ginner guy or the fella who refuses to weigh-in but instead waits for the outcomes and second-guesses.
I do a bit of consultant work for the Decatur Public School District #61. My main charge is coordinating there very prestigious Thanksgiving boys' basketball tournament, which is in its 43rd year and viewed by State basketball folks as one our Illinois' finest. I also do 'other' requested coach- parent and athlete clinics and seminars and on-going coaching education programs. I enjoy the opportunity and hope to continue to assist where I might. Of course, most people are very cooperative while a few continue to be resentful of anyone making suggestions, as though they never need input for consideration, adoption or even rejection; they are just 'Ima-ginners!' Some others have there assigned or perceived authority threatened if someone 'outside' dares to offer direction or change. They are a gigantic pain-in-the-ass.
I hope each of you reading this blog have the opportunity in your quasi retirement years to experience partial employment, which makes you feel relevant in those latter years, however with the solace in attitude that you don't care if someone 'fires' you.
I do a bit of consultant work for the Decatur Public School District #61. My main charge is coordinating there very prestigious Thanksgiving boys' basketball tournament, which is in its 43rd year and viewed by State basketball folks as one our Illinois' finest. I also do 'other' requested coach- parent and athlete clinics and seminars and on-going coaching education programs. I enjoy the opportunity and hope to continue to assist where I might. Of course, most people are very cooperative while a few continue to be resentful of anyone making suggestions, as though they never need input for consideration, adoption or even rejection; they are just 'Ima-ginners!' Some others have there assigned or perceived authority threatened if someone 'outside' dares to offer direction or change. They are a gigantic pain-in-the-ass.
I hope each of you reading this blog have the opportunity in your quasi retirement years to experience partial employment, which makes you feel relevant in those latter years, however with the solace in attitude that you don't care if someone 'fires' you.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
'Don't Let the Sound of Your own Wheels...'
Let me profile the ingredients that lead to a 'short-night!' A looming 8:00 A.M. (Thursday) meeting waits its pending promise as one stirs into the equation a three o'clock (Wednesday) afternoon San Francisco @ St. Louis baseball start-time some three hours away from my home base; a 3 1/2 hour rain delay; major-league contractual expanding television commercials and managers who believe that their baseball knowledge is somehow validated when using five-to-six pitchers per game.
During such rain interruptions friends and mates can pass the time visiting, watching jumbo-tron 're-plays' of recent team victories and cheering as if it is happening in the moment or perhaps shouting out answers to video games like fourth grade children on a sugar-high. Another delay activity for we Americans is always food consumption. That 1964, World Series game I spoke about yesterday was played faster than last night's game and the cost of a beer and hot dog basket has increased in the interim time $16.75.
St Louis fans are knowledgeable baseball people and terrific beer consumers; that has remained their greatest summer-time into fall distinguishing trait! Gotta run...MEETING!
During such rain interruptions friends and mates can pass the time visiting, watching jumbo-tron 're-plays' of recent team victories and cheering as if it is happening in the moment or perhaps shouting out answers to video games like fourth grade children on a sugar-high. Another delay activity for we Americans is always food consumption. That 1964, World Series game I spoke about yesterday was played faster than last night's game and the cost of a beer and hot dog basket has increased in the interim time $16.75.
St Louis fans are knowledgeable baseball people and terrific beer consumers; that has remained their greatest summer-time into fall distinguishing trait! Gotta run...MEETING!
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
' Better Late Than Never!'
It took forty-eight years but I finally paid it forward; well somewhat, let me explain. The year was 1964, I was in my first year as the varsity baseball/basketball coach at Mason City high school, Mason City, Illinois. Gerry and I had one child, Steve who was three years old. I was living in a great basketball community and a central Illinois location that was split down the middle between Cubs and Cardinals baseball fans. I was in hog-heaven that fall with my Cardinals primed to play the New York Yankees in the World Series.
Out of the clear blue, my Father telephoned to tell me that he had tickets for the Seventh and deciding game in St. Louis and to 'come on down.' Naturally, I made the necessary 'personal day' arrangement and headed south for my first ever World Series experience. It was a day I shall never forget...the Cardinals rode the arm of future Hall-of-Fame pitcher, Bob Gibson and defeated the Yankees 7-4 to claim the Championship of baseball. The crowd and city was delirious with jubilant celebrations. It was special to share that day with family.
In a few hours, I will depart for St. Louis for the third game of this 2012, National League Division Playoffs between the 'Redbirds' and the San Francisco 'Giants.' Although, it is not the World Series it does promise to be an exciting baseball day along the west banks of the Mississippi River. I will somewhat 'pay forward' that special day afforded by my Dad those many years ago. I bought the $100 each tickets and will sit in the stadium with son, Steve and son-in law, Tim and cheer our team. The only difference aside from ticket costs and players salaries is the fact that in 1964, my Dad could only get three tickets so he stayed home and sent me and my two brothers to that final World Series game of 1964. He always was a more benevolent man than I. Go Cards!!
Out of the clear blue, my Father telephoned to tell me that he had tickets for the Seventh and deciding game in St. Louis and to 'come on down.' Naturally, I made the necessary 'personal day' arrangement and headed south for my first ever World Series experience. It was a day I shall never forget...the Cardinals rode the arm of future Hall-of-Fame pitcher, Bob Gibson and defeated the Yankees 7-4 to claim the Championship of baseball. The crowd and city was delirious with jubilant celebrations. It was special to share that day with family.
In a few hours, I will depart for St. Louis for the third game of this 2012, National League Division Playoffs between the 'Redbirds' and the San Francisco 'Giants.' Although, it is not the World Series it does promise to be an exciting baseball day along the west banks of the Mississippi River. I will somewhat 'pay forward' that special day afforded by my Dad those many years ago. I bought the $100 each tickets and will sit in the stadium with son, Steve and son-in law, Tim and cheer our team. The only difference aside from ticket costs and players salaries is the fact that in 1964, my Dad could only get three tickets so he stayed home and sent me and my two brothers to that final World Series game of 1964. He always was a more benevolent man than I. Go Cards!!
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Somethings Are Better; All Cost More!
Several gents who showed up regularly at the home of my youth no longer stop by to do their business. Why back in the day, our family doctor, Doc Kaleen would come by the house any time mother telephoned the black-satchel carrying medicine man. Actually, the last time I remember a medical doctor making a house-call was in Mason City, Illinois exactly 47 years ago today; it was the birth date of our daughter Dawn. It was a beautiful fall Saturday and Doc Means had plans to attend the University of Illinois football game in Champaign; never got there. Gerry had contractions the early morning and I gave Doc a telephone call. He stopped by the house to check out the pregnant mother and said to us, "I'll meet you guys at Lincoln Hospital (Lincoln, Il.), we are going to have a baby today."
Another chap who made a house visit once a month was our Prudential Insurance agent. I suppose my parents had some type of 'life' insurance back then because I recall mother always gave Mr. Hudson some 'coins' to bring the policy up to snuff. Imagine insurance of any kind for pennies a month! My insurance supplement is rather costly today and no doctor would consider stopping by the house, however they do have those convenient store-like 'doc-box' buildings on most every corner these days.
The milk man brought fresh milk to the house at least twice a week in 1950; we had one of those insulated boxes that sat on the front stoop where we put the empty bottles next to for the pick-up/drop-off routine. My modern refrigerator keeps all items cold and it has a side-by-side freezer compartment.
Of course, in my early youth, I vividly recall two other delivery guys; the coal man who placed a shoot at a basement window and released the coal from his truck into a bin. The coal then had to be shoveled into the furnace fire to keep the heat up. The other guy pulled his ice truck up to the house and got the 'sign-signal' from a window card. That card had a weight number at each of the four sides. We usually got twenty-five pounds of ice; I suppose our ice box could not handle larger amounts.
The only ice peddler I see these days is the fella selling those flavored laced snow cones; the cost of one of those ice treats would cover mom's 1948 life insurance policy for three months.
Another chap who made a house visit once a month was our Prudential Insurance agent. I suppose my parents had some type of 'life' insurance back then because I recall mother always gave Mr. Hudson some 'coins' to bring the policy up to snuff. Imagine insurance of any kind for pennies a month! My insurance supplement is rather costly today and no doctor would consider stopping by the house, however they do have those convenient store-like 'doc-box' buildings on most every corner these days.
The milk man brought fresh milk to the house at least twice a week in 1950; we had one of those insulated boxes that sat on the front stoop where we put the empty bottles next to for the pick-up/drop-off routine. My modern refrigerator keeps all items cold and it has a side-by-side freezer compartment.
Of course, in my early youth, I vividly recall two other delivery guys; the coal man who placed a shoot at a basement window and released the coal from his truck into a bin. The coal then had to be shoveled into the furnace fire to keep the heat up. The other guy pulled his ice truck up to the house and got the 'sign-signal' from a window card. That card had a weight number at each of the four sides. We usually got twenty-five pounds of ice; I suppose our ice box could not handle larger amounts.
The only ice peddler I see these days is the fella selling those flavored laced snow cones; the cost of one of those ice treats would cover mom's 1948 life insurance policy for three months.
Monday, October 15, 2012
Happy Trails to Me.
My wife and I are in the automobile frequently. Our travel is usually good distances. We have seven grandchildren in northern Illinois, which is a minimum six hours round-trip; six grandchildren and one great-grandchild located mid-south, Illinois, a four hour (there & back) journey and we count two grandkids in west-central, Illinois; a 2-1/2 hour ride. Add a ninety-three year old mother and one brother to that mid-south trek and it becomes a frequent pilgrimage.
It is not an exaggeration to say that over the past year, I have visited MY mother in her home more than all three of my kids have visited their folks in OUR home. That comment is not intended to be 'anything' other than a factual statement. Another factual statement is the following: my two brothers have visited us in Decatur 'ONE' time in fifteen years. I have traveled twice to Dallas, Texas to my younger brother's home and more times than I could count to my metro-east sibling's home.
Equipped with the aforementioned information and .65 cents, you can purchase a senior coffee at McDonald's...provided that you meet the age requirement.
I place these factors before me, in writing and after posting on this blog, I will print a copy and give it to my wife for an expressed purpose. She is always willing to jump in the car, matter-of-fact, and travel anywhere and everywhere chasing all invitations and/or her every inclination!
Personally, I enjoy driving and I certainly love my family, however at age seventy-three, I reserve the RIGHT to follow my own dad-gum inclinations and desires. Without explanation to anyone, I will choose to go when and where I please. Wish me 'good luck' when I hand this print-out to my wife.
It is not an exaggeration to say that over the past year, I have visited MY mother in her home more than all three of my kids have visited their folks in OUR home. That comment is not intended to be 'anything' other than a factual statement. Another factual statement is the following: my two brothers have visited us in Decatur 'ONE' time in fifteen years. I have traveled twice to Dallas, Texas to my younger brother's home and more times than I could count to my metro-east sibling's home.
Equipped with the aforementioned information and .65 cents, you can purchase a senior coffee at McDonald's...provided that you meet the age requirement.
I place these factors before me, in writing and after posting on this blog, I will print a copy and give it to my wife for an expressed purpose. She is always willing to jump in the car, matter-of-fact, and travel anywhere and everywhere chasing all invitations and/or her every inclination!
Personally, I enjoy driving and I certainly love my family, however at age seventy-three, I reserve the RIGHT to follow my own dad-gum inclinations and desires. Without explanation to anyone, I will choose to go when and where I please. Wish me 'good luck' when I hand this print-out to my wife.
Friday, October 12, 2012
Perhaps The 'Room' is Part of the Stress Test
Yesterday, I spent four hours on the fifth floor of the Prairie (Heart) Cardiovascular wing of St. John's Hospital while my wife was undergoing a series of heart tests. We have done this routine many times over the past 26-years. I really don't mind the waiting but that waiting 'room' is difficult for me to endure. Don't get me wrong; it is a well ventilated room with plush carpeting and comfortable overstuffed furniture. The magazine rack is filled with Wall Street Journals, Forbes Magazines and NRA catalogs. The problem is easily identified in the room of what I call, 'oxymoron' walls. Let me explain! On one wall is a large crucifix and directly opposite this very solemn and imposing religious symbol is a television set hanging from that wall with no remote or dial-knob and the permanent station showing is 'Fox News!
I told the receptionist after one hour that I thought if I stayed another 10-minutes in this 'fair-and-unbalanced' room, I might suffer a heart attack. She escorted me to an adjacent room, which was much smaller with tile floors and straight hard-back chairs; it is obviously the Democrat-waiting-room. Aside from the moderate furnishings the reading literature consisted of 'Archie' comic books and 'True Confessions' magazines. There was no television but a rather old floor model Philco radio that was playing Chuck Berry's greatest hits; I suddenly stopped my hyperventilating and felt a calm serenity come over me; I was in my element.
Today, I must get back at the coordinator's 43rd annual Decatur Thanksgiving Basketball Tournament checklist; before I can say 'Richard Milhouse Nixon was not a crook' that responsibility will be in my face!
P.S. It's always good when they let you 'go home' after four-hours of heart picture taking.
I told the receptionist after one hour that I thought if I stayed another 10-minutes in this 'fair-and-unbalanced' room, I might suffer a heart attack. She escorted me to an adjacent room, which was much smaller with tile floors and straight hard-back chairs; it is obviously the Democrat-waiting-room. Aside from the moderate furnishings the reading literature consisted of 'Archie' comic books and 'True Confessions' magazines. There was no television but a rather old floor model Philco radio that was playing Chuck Berry's greatest hits; I suddenly stopped my hyperventilating and felt a calm serenity come over me; I was in my element.
Today, I must get back at the coordinator's 43rd annual Decatur Thanksgiving Basketball Tournament checklist; before I can say 'Richard Milhouse Nixon was not a crook' that responsibility will be in my face!
P.S. It's always good when they let you 'go home' after four-hours of heart picture taking.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
May You Look Sharp and Be Sharp!
I need to speak to my children and grandchildren about acceptable attire. Let me explain the experience, which prompts this notion. Last week while at Wal Mart, I sat down waiting for my wife to show up at the checkout counter. I waited for about 15 minutes and observed several people passing through the lines. I have concluded the following:
1) Women who have stretch marks on their bosoms that look like an LA city road map should NOT wear low cut blouses.
2) No matter how big a man's 'guns' become from weightlifting he should never put his arms above his head while wearing cut-off T-shirts! For similar reasons an unshaven woman should NOT wear sleeveless tops.
3) If one has allergies that may cause one nasal drainage issues, one should never get a nose-ring or wear a moustache.
4) If any of my grandkids get a tattoo the design should not have the tattoo showing an arrow pointing to any body part.
5) Open-toed shoes and sandals are okay as long as the person's toenails are NOT the color of field corn.
6) If your feet are not standing on sand don't wear clothing showing the stomach.
7) Use some discretion wearing T-shirts with writing. I saw a man come through the Wal Mart checkout line with writing on his T-shirt, "If you ain't Lutheran, you ain't shit." I am sure any other Lutherans were appalled; but who knows. I saw a Middle Eastern looking gent walk into Wal Mart but the writing on his shirt was in Arabic...I don't have a clue!
I must not dawdle at this typing machine this morning. I need to drive my wife to St. John's Hospital (Springfield, Il.) for her annual heart thallium-treadmill test to determine any year's damage from periodic coronary spasms. Pray and hope for good news.
1) Women who have stretch marks on their bosoms that look like an LA city road map should NOT wear low cut blouses.
2) No matter how big a man's 'guns' become from weightlifting he should never put his arms above his head while wearing cut-off T-shirts! For similar reasons an unshaven woman should NOT wear sleeveless tops.
3) If one has allergies that may cause one nasal drainage issues, one should never get a nose-ring or wear a moustache.
4) If any of my grandkids get a tattoo the design should not have the tattoo showing an arrow pointing to any body part.
5) Open-toed shoes and sandals are okay as long as the person's toenails are NOT the color of field corn.
6) If your feet are not standing on sand don't wear clothing showing the stomach.
7) Use some discretion wearing T-shirts with writing. I saw a man come through the Wal Mart checkout line with writing on his T-shirt, "If you ain't Lutheran, you ain't shit." I am sure any other Lutherans were appalled; but who knows. I saw a Middle Eastern looking gent walk into Wal Mart but the writing on his shirt was in Arabic...I don't have a clue!
I must not dawdle at this typing machine this morning. I need to drive my wife to St. John's Hospital (Springfield, Il.) for her annual heart thallium-treadmill test to determine any year's damage from periodic coronary spasms. Pray and hope for good news.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Stop Blaming God
A week or so ago, my brother, Tom was driving from his Edwardsville, Illinois home to St. Louis, Missouri when he noticed a woman with a flat tire on the Popular Street Bridge. It seems she was one of a few folks who was victimized by a 'chunck' of missing pavement on this bridge crossing the mighty Mississippi River. The incident reminds me of the terrible Minnesota bridge collapse a few years ago, which claimed the lives of several unsuspecting drivers.
I recall when that tragedy occurred, as in the case of other tragedies, my very religious neighbor is quick to tell me that 'such-in-such' happened because God was mad at 'those' people; "It was just time for those people to die and God allowed the event to happen because it is His will." I am sure the neighbor fella watches Rev. Pat Robertson's, '700 Club' and subscribes to the belief that the colorful 'Tellie Tubbie' cartoon characters are causing the two-year old boy across the street to play with his Mother's purse!
I have a good Christian foundation and a strong belief in God's Kingdom and the words of Jesus Christ. However, that Minnesota bridge collapse and the pending collapse of the Popular Street Bridge has ABSOLUTELY nothing to do with God's will or plan for some of His people. The responsibility for those bridges safety is in the hands of workers who build, engineers who inspect and law makers who release funds for necessary repairs. I told my neighbor that he was full of crap pontificating such a religious philosophy; I know, I could use better language but actually, I thought I did when I said, 'Crap.'
I heard a report several months ago that stated it would take about $441 billion to fix all the American bridges, which we continue to ignore. However, our government spent nearly twice that much on the Iraq War...please don't tell me that God made both those decisions. Let's stop rationalizing our failures by 'blaming' God for our bad judgments!
I recall when that tragedy occurred, as in the case of other tragedies, my very religious neighbor is quick to tell me that 'such-in-such' happened because God was mad at 'those' people; "It was just time for those people to die and God allowed the event to happen because it is His will." I am sure the neighbor fella watches Rev. Pat Robertson's, '700 Club' and subscribes to the belief that the colorful 'Tellie Tubbie' cartoon characters are causing the two-year old boy across the street to play with his Mother's purse!
I have a good Christian foundation and a strong belief in God's Kingdom and the words of Jesus Christ. However, that Minnesota bridge collapse and the pending collapse of the Popular Street Bridge has ABSOLUTELY nothing to do with God's will or plan for some of His people. The responsibility for those bridges safety is in the hands of workers who build, engineers who inspect and law makers who release funds for necessary repairs. I told my neighbor that he was full of crap pontificating such a religious philosophy; I know, I could use better language but actually, I thought I did when I said, 'Crap.'
I heard a report several months ago that stated it would take about $441 billion to fix all the American bridges, which we continue to ignore. However, our government spent nearly twice that much on the Iraq War...please don't tell me that God made both those decisions. Let's stop rationalizing our failures by 'blaming' God for our bad judgments!
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
The Majority of Parents 'Stink' at Parenting!
We have a granddaughter in her first year of teaching. Her assignment is a self-contained fourth grade class. Suffice to state, first year teachers and classroom control is problematic and requires some trial and error adjustments. She keeps her Nana and Boompa posted on her early journey and this past weekend she felt good about the week's events. It would appear that she has shifted gears and decided that she would not be able to 'save' all children with caring tender love but some students needed to be sent to the Principal's office. Upon the heels of sending her first behavior problem to the 'office' she noted it served as an attention-getter and seemingly altered some behaviors of others.
Of course, sending little 'show off Junior' to the Principal's office also got the attention of the kid's parents. I recall vividly, my third grade teacher, Mrs. Spayheart sent me out of the classroom into the 'cloak room' for the last two-hours of the day after I had misbehaved. (Note: You younger readers may not remember the 'cloak room.' It was that narrow closet-like area behind each classroom where kids hung up their coats and left their rain gear/goulashes during winter time. This was our 1940's socialistic public locker-area before Democracy set in and the schools gave us personal-individual lockers where the 1970's students would hid their pot). Anyway, when school let out, that day, Mrs. Spayheart called me in from that cloakroom, got her paddle out and swatted my butt once, gave me a note explaining her actions, which I was to have signed by my parents before returning the next day. The incident sure got my Dad's attention, he read the note, took his belt off and whacked my ass three times and told me to shape up! I never caused another school problem!
Well, this is NOT the parenting case in this wonderfully modern and 'bull-butter' Spock philosophy parenting world, which champions every 'feeling-emotional-desire' of the good or narcissistic-brat child! Our teacher-granddaughter received an email from 'Junior's' Mother stating that she thought it was 'unnecessary' to send HER kid to the Principal's office. I am sure the Mother also believes that her child is overweight due to the school's vending machines!
I explained to our granddaughter that she should continue to do that which is best for all 22 of her students and when meeting with such parents, explain to them that she will NOT suggest how they should parent one child and on-the-other-hand, she does not intend to entertain their ideas on how to teach a class of 22 children!
Of course, sending little 'show off Junior' to the Principal's office also got the attention of the kid's parents. I recall vividly, my third grade teacher, Mrs. Spayheart sent me out of the classroom into the 'cloak room' for the last two-hours of the day after I had misbehaved. (Note: You younger readers may not remember the 'cloak room.' It was that narrow closet-like area behind each classroom where kids hung up their coats and left their rain gear/goulashes during winter time. This was our 1940's socialistic public locker-area before Democracy set in and the schools gave us personal-individual lockers where the 1970's students would hid their pot). Anyway, when school let out, that day, Mrs. Spayheart called me in from that cloakroom, got her paddle out and swatted my butt once, gave me a note explaining her actions, which I was to have signed by my parents before returning the next day. The incident sure got my Dad's attention, he read the note, took his belt off and whacked my ass three times and told me to shape up! I never caused another school problem!
Well, this is NOT the parenting case in this wonderfully modern and 'bull-butter' Spock philosophy parenting world, which champions every 'feeling-emotional-desire' of the good or narcissistic-brat child! Our teacher-granddaughter received an email from 'Junior's' Mother stating that she thought it was 'unnecessary' to send HER kid to the Principal's office. I am sure the Mother also believes that her child is overweight due to the school's vending machines!
I explained to our granddaughter that she should continue to do that which is best for all 22 of her students and when meeting with such parents, explain to them that she will NOT suggest how they should parent one child and on-the-other-hand, she does not intend to entertain their ideas on how to teach a class of 22 children!
Monday, October 8, 2012
It Makes 'Time' Not Matter
The year was 1946; a young seven-year old boy from Washington Park (East St. Louis), Illinois would spend rainy days on a screened porch with his baseball cards and homemade-spinner device broadcasting his imaginary baseball game between his beloved Cardinals and the Brooklyn Dodgers.
Mel "Moe" Roustio, then and today, can readily recite the '46 Cardinals line-up: Leading-off and playing second base, #2 Red Schoendienst, batting second and playing center field, #8 Terry Moore, at first base and hitting third #6 Stan Musial, the cleanup hitter right fielder #9 Enos Slaughter, at third base and hitting fifth # 1 Whitey Kurowski, doing the catching and hitting sixth #17 Joe Garagiola, playing left field and hitting seventh #5 Harry Walker at shortstop and hitting eighth #4 Marty Marion and doing the pitching hitting ninth is #22 right-hander, Murry Dickson. Also on that team was a kid from Elkhart, Illinois, named Emil Verban. The manager was Eddie Dyer. They were World Series champs beating the Boston Red Sox in the 'fall classic.'
I spent my youth and early adult years playing the game I loved---baseball. I coached high school basketball and baseball teams for thirty-nine years and put my heart and energies into each teams' preparation. Except for the teams I coached there has been only ONE team that I have followed with unmatched passion...the St. Louis Cardinals. My loyal devotion to that team defies logic and ignores reason. I know that it IS what it IS because of a Father-Son relationship that remains today, tucked away in the private thoughts of my mind and visited frequently in those midnight-hours!
I shall watch the playoffs and angst with every pitch rooting for my 'Redbirds.' I will cheer aloud and curse the same as each play finds a conclusion. Throughout the games, I will have flashes of precious and sacred memories rushing through my brain recalling baseball moments shared with my Dad. I can hear his voice now, "Boy, don't ever stop hustling!"
I won't Dad; let's play ball!
Mel "Moe" Roustio, then and today, can readily recite the '46 Cardinals line-up: Leading-off and playing second base, #2 Red Schoendienst, batting second and playing center field, #8 Terry Moore, at first base and hitting third #6 Stan Musial, the cleanup hitter right fielder #9 Enos Slaughter, at third base and hitting fifth # 1 Whitey Kurowski, doing the catching and hitting sixth #17 Joe Garagiola, playing left field and hitting seventh #5 Harry Walker at shortstop and hitting eighth #4 Marty Marion and doing the pitching hitting ninth is #22 right-hander, Murry Dickson. Also on that team was a kid from Elkhart, Illinois, named Emil Verban. The manager was Eddie Dyer. They were World Series champs beating the Boston Red Sox in the 'fall classic.'
I spent my youth and early adult years playing the game I loved---baseball. I coached high school basketball and baseball teams for thirty-nine years and put my heart and energies into each teams' preparation. Except for the teams I coached there has been only ONE team that I have followed with unmatched passion...the St. Louis Cardinals. My loyal devotion to that team defies logic and ignores reason. I know that it IS what it IS because of a Father-Son relationship that remains today, tucked away in the private thoughts of my mind and visited frequently in those midnight-hours!
I shall watch the playoffs and angst with every pitch rooting for my 'Redbirds.' I will cheer aloud and curse the same as each play finds a conclusion. Throughout the games, I will have flashes of precious and sacred memories rushing through my brain recalling baseball moments shared with my Dad. I can hear his voice now, "Boy, don't ever stop hustling!"
I won't Dad; let's play ball!
Friday, October 5, 2012
I'll Figure Something Out
In a couple of hours, I'll leave for Vandalia, Illinois where I will present two lectures at the Annual Fayette, Bond and Effingham Counties Teachers' Institute. I have given four previous presentations over the years at this conference and today's offering is a new-first time speech. It is entitled, 'Re-Write the Job Description;' more on this later.
Since this is my first time to deliver this particularly presentation, I plan to record the message for personal play-back and evaluation. I was out of blank cassette tapes so I went to Wal Mart yesterday to purchase some. To my surprise, the Wal Mart clerk told me that the two blank tapes on the display rack were the last ones in the store and they would NOT be getting anymore. When I asked 'why' she said, "They are outdated!" She looked at me and did not complete that which, I know she was thinking, 'Only old farts like you use cassette tapes.' Modern technology has marched directly by me; I am no longer 'in-the-know,' hip or 'cool.' My computer savvy is limited to searching the web, emailing and downloading but not always finding where the hell the downloaded items disappeared!
Still, I am undaunted by my lagging behind the younger set; I know for certain that I have a message to leave with my superior skilled electronic-gadget-manipulators. Understand please, my message will motivate people and that will always be the biggest technique-manipulation desired!
If you wish, I can send you copies of any of my speeches. No, they will NOT be on cassette tapes. I have a machine which allows me to 'burn' the cassette recording onto a CD. How else would I be able to listen to all my 1950's 45 records on a CD; automobiles no longer offer cassette players and today, neither does the Decatur Wal Mart Store at Ash & Prospect!
Since this is my first time to deliver this particularly presentation, I plan to record the message for personal play-back and evaluation. I was out of blank cassette tapes so I went to Wal Mart yesterday to purchase some. To my surprise, the Wal Mart clerk told me that the two blank tapes on the display rack were the last ones in the store and they would NOT be getting anymore. When I asked 'why' she said, "They are outdated!" She looked at me and did not complete that which, I know she was thinking, 'Only old farts like you use cassette tapes.' Modern technology has marched directly by me; I am no longer 'in-the-know,' hip or 'cool.' My computer savvy is limited to searching the web, emailing and downloading but not always finding where the hell the downloaded items disappeared!
Still, I am undaunted by my lagging behind the younger set; I know for certain that I have a message to leave with my superior skilled electronic-gadget-manipulators. Understand please, my message will motivate people and that will always be the biggest technique-manipulation desired!
If you wish, I can send you copies of any of my speeches. No, they will NOT be on cassette tapes. I have a machine which allows me to 'burn' the cassette recording onto a CD. How else would I be able to listen to all my 1950's 45 records on a CD; automobiles no longer offer cassette players and today, neither does the Decatur Wal Mart Store at Ash & Prospect!
Thursday, October 4, 2012
A Tale of Two Women
My wife and I arrived in Glen Carbon yesterday at 4:10 P.M. and went directly to my ninety-three year old Mother's residence at the Meridian Village 'assisted-living' area. We opened the apartment door to find mother in her recliner chair, which is also her night-time sleeping spot choice. She was slumped forward with false teeth removed, her wig placed on the 'walker' before her and her slacks pulled down to thigh level; she was wiping tears away as she looked up at us.
She whimpered softly and said, "Oh kids, I am so confused. I was getting undressed thinking it is bedtime and the caretaker just came in to tell me she would pick me up for dinner in an hour." Gerry became very attentive to her mother-in law of 52-years as she helped her with her slacks and arrangement of her hair piece. I watched for a moment in downcast somber. A myriad of snaps shots flashed through my brain of a beautiful young vibrant women from my youth; a stylish, shapely and engaging woman, I called Mom. As I returned to this moment's reality, I consoled my Mother and shed praise upon her for being so mentally tough and resilient. I asked her if she remembered that 'today' October 3rd, was Dad's birthday. She smiled and said, "Oh, I wished him happy birthday the first thing this morning; you know it's been eighteen years that he has been gone."
Gerry and I visited for 45-minutes and departed to meet SIUE grandson Kyle for a quick sandwich before heading on to Granite City, our intended destination; granddaughter, Loren's 'Homecoming Coronation.' Approximately four-hours after seeing my mother so confused and disarranged, I watched as this beautiful and vibrant eighteen-year old young woman walked so gracefully onto to a stage, dressed elegantly in brilliant formal attire colors. I allowed two feelings to intermingle within my brain; the prideful happiness for this stunning young lady embarking upon her bright future and my thoughts of a small apartment were an old woman is perhaps checking-off memory-moments of a sweetheart while wondering if it is time to sleep.
She whimpered softly and said, "Oh kids, I am so confused. I was getting undressed thinking it is bedtime and the caretaker just came in to tell me she would pick me up for dinner in an hour." Gerry became very attentive to her mother-in law of 52-years as she helped her with her slacks and arrangement of her hair piece. I watched for a moment in downcast somber. A myriad of snaps shots flashed through my brain of a beautiful young vibrant women from my youth; a stylish, shapely and engaging woman, I called Mom. As I returned to this moment's reality, I consoled my Mother and shed praise upon her for being so mentally tough and resilient. I asked her if she remembered that 'today' October 3rd, was Dad's birthday. She smiled and said, "Oh, I wished him happy birthday the first thing this morning; you know it's been eighteen years that he has been gone."
Gerry and I visited for 45-minutes and departed to meet SIUE grandson Kyle for a quick sandwich before heading on to Granite City, our intended destination; granddaughter, Loren's 'Homecoming Coronation.' Approximately four-hours after seeing my mother so confused and disarranged, I watched as this beautiful and vibrant eighteen-year old young woman walked so gracefully onto to a stage, dressed elegantly in brilliant formal attire colors. I allowed two feelings to intermingle within my brain; the prideful happiness for this stunning young lady embarking upon her bright future and my thoughts of a small apartment were an old woman is perhaps checking-off memory-moments of a sweetheart while wondering if it is time to sleep.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
'Don't Let the Sound of Your Own Wheels...'
Gerry and I took two days off and spent some quality time with oldest daughter, Dawn and son-in law, Shawn in South Barrington. The automobile parking situation at that house is a bit easier to negotiate since two of the seven grandkids are elsewhere these days. Lindsay is teaching fourth grade in Polo, Illinois and brother, Kyle is attending SIU-Edwardsville. The visit had us hustling the entire time. Sunday, we attended eight year-old, Alexa's football-game-cheerleader activity; on Monday, Nana, Boompa and Dawn followed eighteen-month old, Ashlyn around a 30-acre pumpkin farm for three hours feeding wild animals, watching pig-races, feeding our own faces, shopping and taking turns making quick judgments regarding safe & unsafe 'climbs.' Boompa attended an evening baseball-pitching lesson with freshman grandson, Connor to wrap up the day. It was a wonderful visit and special times spent with love ones! I did make one mistake a few months ago and still pay the price today. I 'showed-off' my Walt Disney sing-a-long words memory-bank and now little Ashlyn demands song-performances to which she dances. Come now, how many times can one sing the verse, 'bippity-boppity-boo...?'
Today, I am back at the Decatur 'Turkey Tourney' (basketball tournament) 'coordinating duties' as the countdown to the first game tip-off comes on the heels of the election electoral vote countdown! At three o'clock today, Gerry will hop in the shotgun seat and I will once again find myself driving to yet another grandkid happening. Granite City, senior granddaughter, Loren is on that school's homecoming court and the 'naming-of-the-queen' occurs tonight at the high school where Nana and Boompa will be two of hundreds gawking! This trip will be a quick 'turn-arounder' consisting of approximately eight-hours. I am sure a Tylenol PM will be needed about mid-night to push me towards 'rim-sleep' after the abnormal but delightful pace for an old-fart!
On Friday, October 5, I will travel to Vandalia, Illinois to deliver a message entitled, "Re-Write the Job Description." My audience will be coaches from high schools and middle schools in Effingham, Bond and Fayette counties. This will mark the fifth time to share at this Teachers' Institute.
Today, I am back at the Decatur 'Turkey Tourney' (basketball tournament) 'coordinating duties' as the countdown to the first game tip-off comes on the heels of the election electoral vote countdown! At three o'clock today, Gerry will hop in the shotgun seat and I will once again find myself driving to yet another grandkid happening. Granite City, senior granddaughter, Loren is on that school's homecoming court and the 'naming-of-the-queen' occurs tonight at the high school where Nana and Boompa will be two of hundreds gawking! This trip will be a quick 'turn-arounder' consisting of approximately eight-hours. I am sure a Tylenol PM will be needed about mid-night to push me towards 'rim-sleep' after the abnormal but delightful pace for an old-fart!
On Friday, October 5, I will travel to Vandalia, Illinois to deliver a message entitled, "Re-Write the Job Description." My audience will be coaches from high schools and middle schools in Effingham, Bond and Fayette counties. This will mark the fifth time to share at this Teachers' Institute.
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