When it comes to public safety, especially safety procedures for school children, we are a most 'amusing' lot of people! I cannot help but think of the diametric found in 'show & go.'
Return with me now to those troubling days of yesteryear when those dad-gum Russians test-exploded their first atomic bomb in 1949. Soon after, my fourth grade class at Woodrow Wilson Grade School had routine 'duck & cover' drills when that local fire horn sounded. That's right the drill was duck under your desk and cover your head so that bomb won't mess-up recess plans! Previously, we only had two drills: (1) the fire drill when we formed that orderly single line and hauled fanny to the opposite side of the street from the school building and (2) the tornado drill when we went to that predetermined hallway spot away from windows.
My fourth grade teaching granddaughter telephoned me last evening to explain a 'new' school drill that administrators are attempting to get their bogus checklist-mentality around. Americans back a few decades ago decided to save tax monies buying into the problematic-notion that many institutionalized mental patients could function just fine 'taking' pills and living in halfway houses. When pills are not regularly taken and guns become so available it was easy for the mentally deranged to become killing machines. Now, let me get my head around this; we are going to have a 'schoolhouse drill' that is going to cover every possible and imaginable school shooting scenario?? Right! You crap your friends and I'll crap mine but let's NOT crap one another!
My granddaughter told me that the 'What to do when a gunman visits school' teachers' meeting lasted one hour. There were so many unanswered questions posed by teachers to the local law officer and school administrators that the parting recommendation from leadership was: " Use your best judgment." I will guarantee you that more meetings on the matter will follow. If school people do any thing well it is schedule meetings.
Okay, I shall leave you with this to ponder. Every time Iran rattles their sabers with suggestions of securing 'that' dreaded mass destruction nuclear bomb, our Republican 'Hawks' pontificate about placing all options on the table and strongly urging military intervention. However, those same counterfeit clowns refuse to place all options on the table to protect our school children, Christmas mall shoppers, movies goers and worshipers at the Temple from the crazies in our neighborhoods.. The Republicans want to kick Iran's ass while kissing the NRA's ass. Go figure!
What I cannot understand is why Iran and North Korea don't employ lobbyist; don't they realize that American politicians are For Sale?
I'm going to stop now and make some Shrimp/Okra Gumbo; never made this dish before but I'm gonna give it a whirl! I need to go to the grocery store for okra. I will put on my military flak-jacket and hope for the best. I must get all my foods ready for the big game; no not the Super Bowl, the Senate hearings confirmation for nominated Secretary of Defense, Chuck Hagel; talk about some silly end zone dancing.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Recognize and Honor Good
Last weekend, I watched the funeral mass for beloved St. Louis Cardinals great Stan 'The Man' Musial who died at age 92. It was a fitting tribute to this notable baseball Hall-of-Fame player who spent his entire 22-year big league career with St. Louis. Musial's records and statistical numbers accomplishments are mind boggling. Perhaps most gaudy is 1815 hits at home and 1815 hits on the road; coupled with seven National League batting titles. Musial, forever, will be etched in the minds of St. Louis baseball fans and likely until time ends, he will be celebrated along the banks of the Mississippi.
Interestingly, I had lunch last week with another former major league baseball player who finished a season hitting one thousand; finished his career hitting one thousand. Roe Skidmore is the former Chicago Cubs player who made one at bat appearance and singled. Roe is also a Decatur Eisenhower high school graduate who played on that school's State Championship team his junior year, 1962.
The purpose for lunch with Skidmore is to bring him on as a committee member. I recently made the proposal to the Decatur School District to name a remodeled baseball field, "Panthers' Pro Park" as we lift the names of 15-former Major League baseball players with Decatur connections; either born in Decatur or played for a Decatur high school. One of those fifteen players from Decatur had big time stats. That is 15-year veteran Bill Madlock who won four (4) National League batting titles.
The purpose and point to all this effort is saluting those who achieved a level of excellence and offer those accomplishments as standards for Decatur youth to aspire. Along with Skidmore and Madlock, the other Decatur players who made the 'bigs' and will subsequently have their names placed for public recognition at Panthers' Pro Park are: Walter "Boom Boom" Beck, Chuck Dressen, Harry East, Jeff Innis, Kevin Kosloski, Hobie Landrith, Fred T. Long, Dan Porter, Kevin Roberson, Art Scharein, George Scharein, Brian Snitker and Del Unser.
There is relativity in this journey called life and there is levels of acknowledgement and praise. Nevertheless, when we can say 'job well done,' we should.
PS. A trivia note on Stan Musial that I did not hear reported was the following: In 1952, Musial and Chicago Cubs player Frankie Baumholtz were locked in a close race for the National League Batting Title for much of the season. The Cubs were in St. Louis for the final games of that season and on the last day, Cardinals ' manager, Eddie Stankey brought Musial in from center field to pitch to lead off hitter, Baumholtz. Baumholz, a Left handed hitter turned around and batter right handed against Musial and reached second base on an error. Musial did not appreciate the circus gimmick. Musial won the Title. Baumholtz was the first MLB player who also played professional basketball.
Interestingly, I had lunch last week with another former major league baseball player who finished a season hitting one thousand; finished his career hitting one thousand. Roe Skidmore is the former Chicago Cubs player who made one at bat appearance and singled. Roe is also a Decatur Eisenhower high school graduate who played on that school's State Championship team his junior year, 1962.
The purpose for lunch with Skidmore is to bring him on as a committee member. I recently made the proposal to the Decatur School District to name a remodeled baseball field, "Panthers' Pro Park" as we lift the names of 15-former Major League baseball players with Decatur connections; either born in Decatur or played for a Decatur high school. One of those fifteen players from Decatur had big time stats. That is 15-year veteran Bill Madlock who won four (4) National League batting titles.
The purpose and point to all this effort is saluting those who achieved a level of excellence and offer those accomplishments as standards for Decatur youth to aspire. Along with Skidmore and Madlock, the other Decatur players who made the 'bigs' and will subsequently have their names placed for public recognition at Panthers' Pro Park are: Walter "Boom Boom" Beck, Chuck Dressen, Harry East, Jeff Innis, Kevin Kosloski, Hobie Landrith, Fred T. Long, Dan Porter, Kevin Roberson, Art Scharein, George Scharein, Brian Snitker and Del Unser.
There is relativity in this journey called life and there is levels of acknowledgement and praise. Nevertheless, when we can say 'job well done,' we should.
PS. A trivia note on Stan Musial that I did not hear reported was the following: In 1952, Musial and Chicago Cubs player Frankie Baumholtz were locked in a close race for the National League Batting Title for much of the season. The Cubs were in St. Louis for the final games of that season and on the last day, Cardinals ' manager, Eddie Stankey brought Musial in from center field to pitch to lead off hitter, Baumholtz. Baumholz, a Left handed hitter turned around and batter right handed against Musial and reached second base on an error. Musial did not appreciate the circus gimmick. Musial won the Title. Baumholtz was the first MLB player who also played professional basketball.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
It Floats My Boat
I would believe that every person needs diversion in their life. We must occasionally escape from stress and pressure, which can build to unimaginable crescendos. We refresh as we embrace a light-hearted distraction found in entertainment, social events and recreation.
As others, I do those things such as movies, dinner and social engagements. Aside from those customary amusements, I find joy in another avenue of release. It is an exercise that I suppose offers a quasi expression of sorts. I spend much time compiling various composite collections of rare vinyl 45 record classics and Long Play albums. The songs and recording artist of the 1940's and 1950's are my preferred targets. I will 'burn' different compilations onto CD's and then send those CD's to friends. I have some 'old and rare' recording stuff. For example: The De Castro Sisters one hit wonder, "Teach Me Tonight" is seldom if ever heard on any 'oldies' radio stations. And what about Little Milton's rendition of "Grits Ain't Groceries?"
Considering the many things that separate and define us as different, I believe yesterday's vocal artists and their songs bring a generation together in a time frame of special-commonality if just for a moment; the time it takes Etta James to sing "Dance With Me Henry" or Tommy Edwards to sing, "Please Mr. Sun." My friends will smile hearing the powerful voice of Don Cornell belting out, "I'm Yours" or the classic by The Browns, "The Old Lamplighter."
We all look back on our youth with mixed emotions. Our yesteryear's did shape our lives. Certain world and national events will always stand out in memories as well as our personal side of life that perhaps offered life altering events. Most of those memories are stirred and likely sharpened by musical sound tracks. Some recollections are held with fondness while other recall can be painful. The songs of our youth have become staples holding together remembrances of classic television shows, popular dance crazes and that special romantic relationship.
Someone once accused me of 'living' in the past. I dismiss the notion unapologetic noting that the 'music' of our times made us incurable romantics. I will leave the documentation research to others, but I would bet that the generation of the 1940's and 1950's have fewer divorces than any other two generations and my money says, the love songs sealed the deal! Goodness, how could two people walk from each other with a history of slow dancing to Frankie Laine's, "I Believe?"
Excuse me while I move myself from this typing machine; I intend to make some composite CD's with the voices of Patti Paige and Joni James. Before I go, I leave two music trivia notations: The most frequently played 'juke box' song is 'Crazy,' which is written by Willie Nelson and sung by Patsy Cline. The most frequently requested song for DJ's is "Unchained Melody" by the Righteous Brothers."
Okay, once a week select three of your favorite songs of long ago and listen as you attempt to identify the song's 'hook.' Do that exercise once a week; let me know if you can't find the song.
As others, I do those things such as movies, dinner and social engagements. Aside from those customary amusements, I find joy in another avenue of release. It is an exercise that I suppose offers a quasi expression of sorts. I spend much time compiling various composite collections of rare vinyl 45 record classics and Long Play albums. The songs and recording artist of the 1940's and 1950's are my preferred targets. I will 'burn' different compilations onto CD's and then send those CD's to friends. I have some 'old and rare' recording stuff. For example: The De Castro Sisters one hit wonder, "Teach Me Tonight" is seldom if ever heard on any 'oldies' radio stations. And what about Little Milton's rendition of "Grits Ain't Groceries?"
Considering the many things that separate and define us as different, I believe yesterday's vocal artists and their songs bring a generation together in a time frame of special-commonality if just for a moment; the time it takes Etta James to sing "Dance With Me Henry" or Tommy Edwards to sing, "Please Mr. Sun." My friends will smile hearing the powerful voice of Don Cornell belting out, "I'm Yours" or the classic by The Browns, "The Old Lamplighter."
We all look back on our youth with mixed emotions. Our yesteryear's did shape our lives. Certain world and national events will always stand out in memories as well as our personal side of life that perhaps offered life altering events. Most of those memories are stirred and likely sharpened by musical sound tracks. Some recollections are held with fondness while other recall can be painful. The songs of our youth have become staples holding together remembrances of classic television shows, popular dance crazes and that special romantic relationship.
Someone once accused me of 'living' in the past. I dismiss the notion unapologetic noting that the 'music' of our times made us incurable romantics. I will leave the documentation research to others, but I would bet that the generation of the 1940's and 1950's have fewer divorces than any other two generations and my money says, the love songs sealed the deal! Goodness, how could two people walk from each other with a history of slow dancing to Frankie Laine's, "I Believe?"
Excuse me while I move myself from this typing machine; I intend to make some composite CD's with the voices of Patti Paige and Joni James. Before I go, I leave two music trivia notations: The most frequently played 'juke box' song is 'Crazy,' which is written by Willie Nelson and sung by Patsy Cline. The most frequently requested song for DJ's is "Unchained Melody" by the Righteous Brothers."
Okay, once a week select three of your favorite songs of long ago and listen as you attempt to identify the song's 'hook.' Do that exercise once a week; let me know if you can't find the song.
Monday, January 28, 2013
Leaders Should be Emotionally Normal
During a second cup of coffee yesterday morning, I was listening to television news-personalities discuss the wisdom of 'leaders' who may show or express emotional tears. Questions debated were: Does it show a sign of weakness? Is it wise for leaders to have those emotional moments publicly? ? How can the public be certain the tears are authentic?
My first reaction to these queries is whoa-be-folks; hold back the judgment on others regardless of the leadership status and examine your own emotional expressions; what is normality?
I embrace two quotes; one a Greek saying and the other from Shakespeare's 'Hamlet.' First, the ancient Greek maxim or saying, 'know thyself" is a warning to pay little to no attention to the opinion of others; even the multitudes. Secondly, in Shakespeare's Hamlet, the phrase, "be true to thine own self" is spoken. The widely held interpretation of this phrase is that one serves oneself best if one does not deceive or lie to self.
Let's turn the conversation back to the topic of leaders being honest with 'self' and thus having the ability to be honest with those they lead. My personal leadership roles began in earnest as a 'father.' There were times when I felt responsible to show 'intentional' leadership so my children had a blueprint in 'choice-behavior response to outside circumstance. Those were the times when my children were going to observe their father and how he responded or reacted to events that were beyond their father's control. On those occasions, I sometimes withheld the emotions of anger and frustration; remember, I am the 'intentional leader at that moment.
However, there were many times when I showed openly my loving affection for my children's mother with a playful kiss or hug. There were family deaths or a truly sad circumstance, which brought unabashed tears to my eyes; those tears were sincere expressed feelings not hidden from my children's view. Such moments are uncensored because it is the paramount fabric of life, which defines the human relationship experience.
I would safely guess that I have delivered more than twenty eulogies. I did not break down emotionally at any of those remembrance speeches, however there were a few moments when my voice quivered, lost strength and I had to pause in an attempt to to gain composure. This is normal and shows a depth of caring love. These are feelings held by all people regardless of their station in life or charge. No one wishes to have their leaders, clergy and doctors lose emotional control but it is okay to show a tearful side.
Let me sum it up this way: If one watched the faces of the parents engulfed in the Newtown, Connecticut mass gun slaying of six year old first graders and one did not cry, I don't want that individual to be my leader or my neighbor for we hold no kindred spirit.
My first reaction to these queries is whoa-be-folks; hold back the judgment on others regardless of the leadership status and examine your own emotional expressions; what is normality?
I embrace two quotes; one a Greek saying and the other from Shakespeare's 'Hamlet.' First, the ancient Greek maxim or saying, 'know thyself" is a warning to pay little to no attention to the opinion of others; even the multitudes. Secondly, in Shakespeare's Hamlet, the phrase, "be true to thine own self" is spoken. The widely held interpretation of this phrase is that one serves oneself best if one does not deceive or lie to self.
Let's turn the conversation back to the topic of leaders being honest with 'self' and thus having the ability to be honest with those they lead. My personal leadership roles began in earnest as a 'father.' There were times when I felt responsible to show 'intentional' leadership so my children had a blueprint in 'choice-behavior response to outside circumstance. Those were the times when my children were going to observe their father and how he responded or reacted to events that were beyond their father's control. On those occasions, I sometimes withheld the emotions of anger and frustration; remember, I am the 'intentional leader at that moment.
However, there were many times when I showed openly my loving affection for my children's mother with a playful kiss or hug. There were family deaths or a truly sad circumstance, which brought unabashed tears to my eyes; those tears were sincere expressed feelings not hidden from my children's view. Such moments are uncensored because it is the paramount fabric of life, which defines the human relationship experience.
I would safely guess that I have delivered more than twenty eulogies. I did not break down emotionally at any of those remembrance speeches, however there were a few moments when my voice quivered, lost strength and I had to pause in an attempt to to gain composure. This is normal and shows a depth of caring love. These are feelings held by all people regardless of their station in life or charge. No one wishes to have their leaders, clergy and doctors lose emotional control but it is okay to show a tearful side.
Let me sum it up this way: If one watched the faces of the parents engulfed in the Newtown, Connecticut mass gun slaying of six year old first graders and one did not cry, I don't want that individual to be my leader or my neighbor for we hold no kindred spirit.
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Give Them All 'A' Grades While At It!
Over the years, I have observed my children going about these parenting duties and responsibilities. I concluded long ago that my kids far exceed my parents when it comes to proactive/hands-on attention.
Why, I recall when I was playing little league baseball, my parents not only seldom attended my games, they thought I was smart enough to 'find' water if I got thirsty! I do remember my Mother telling me once, "Don't put your mouth on the water-spout, you'll get trench mouth!" That warning came just as I was getting on my bike for the three mile ride to the city park. I don't recall Mother asking if I had money or what time I would be home. I suppose she assumed with 'no' money, I would be home at some point-in-time.
Little league parents today, usually attend the games carrying 'big-boy's' water bottle and a couple of his favorite snacks. I guess my parents never did imagine a 10-year old kid needing food after running from first to third and then to his position in right field. Kudos to the 'now' parent!
I will give my folks credit; with my brother who is fifteen years my junior. One time, I was seated in the bleachers at the city park watching my younger brother's team play. His team took the field first and I watched as my 'kid-brother' walked to his position in right field, tossed his glove aside and sat down in the grass facing 'away' from the infield. When I returned home and shared that scene with my parents they seemed indifferent. I suppose my parents, who always lectured me about 'hustling' had some parental epiphany while I was having my mind destroyed at that liberal-thinking' college.
I attended a neighborhood kid's little league game just last spring. My wife and I arrived late and I asked the gentleman near the backstop what inning they were 'in' and what was the score. I received several scornful glances from moms and dads. A nearby lady whispered to me, "We don't keep score and we don't record 'outs.' Every boy bats in every inning and we play for one-hour." I turned towards my wife and whispered, "Are these parents not afraid their kids are going to grow-up to become socialists?" I am somewhat certain that very few of them will grow up to play baseball. Meanwhile, the youth season ends with all smiles as every kid gets a trophy!
Once upon a time old timers in America bragged about learning from the 'school of hard knocks.' I regarded that as meaning...getting knocked on your ass but getting back up and making some adjustment so as not get knocked on your ass again!
The middle school algebra teacher could have given me an 'A' but it still did NOT make me as smart in algebra as Lois Siegel.
Why, I recall when I was playing little league baseball, my parents not only seldom attended my games, they thought I was smart enough to 'find' water if I got thirsty! I do remember my Mother telling me once, "Don't put your mouth on the water-spout, you'll get trench mouth!" That warning came just as I was getting on my bike for the three mile ride to the city park. I don't recall Mother asking if I had money or what time I would be home. I suppose she assumed with 'no' money, I would be home at some point-in-time.
Little league parents today, usually attend the games carrying 'big-boy's' water bottle and a couple of his favorite snacks. I guess my parents never did imagine a 10-year old kid needing food after running from first to third and then to his position in right field. Kudos to the 'now' parent!
I will give my folks credit; with my brother who is fifteen years my junior. One time, I was seated in the bleachers at the city park watching my younger brother's team play. His team took the field first and I watched as my 'kid-brother' walked to his position in right field, tossed his glove aside and sat down in the grass facing 'away' from the infield. When I returned home and shared that scene with my parents they seemed indifferent. I suppose my parents, who always lectured me about 'hustling' had some parental epiphany while I was having my mind destroyed at that liberal-thinking' college.
I attended a neighborhood kid's little league game just last spring. My wife and I arrived late and I asked the gentleman near the backstop what inning they were 'in' and what was the score. I received several scornful glances from moms and dads. A nearby lady whispered to me, "We don't keep score and we don't record 'outs.' Every boy bats in every inning and we play for one-hour." I turned towards my wife and whispered, "Are these parents not afraid their kids are going to grow-up to become socialists?" I am somewhat certain that very few of them will grow up to play baseball. Meanwhile, the youth season ends with all smiles as every kid gets a trophy!
Once upon a time old timers in America bragged about learning from the 'school of hard knocks.' I regarded that as meaning...getting knocked on your ass but getting back up and making some adjustment so as not get knocked on your ass again!
The middle school algebra teacher could have given me an 'A' but it still did NOT make me as smart in algebra as Lois Siegel.
Friday, January 25, 2013
There is a Penalty for Piling On!
For goodness sakes, I wish the media, the pundits and politicians would give Manti and Hillary a break! The shared commonality between the Notre Dame football standout and our Secretary of State is that 'target' on each individuals' back. Of course, do we not all acknowledge the truism found in Teddy Roosevelt's the 'Man in The Arena?' "It's not the critic who counts...etc, etc." Well the critic, indeed does not count but he does enjoy the endless bashing of other people. Shucks, now we have 24-7 cable news programming, which is a carousal of clatter paradise for those inclined to criticize.
A couple of days ago, the Capital Hill political wise-guys simply ripped Hillary Clinton a 'new-one' as they quizzed and cross-examined the Secretary of State regarding the (Benghazi) American Embassy attacks, which resulted in tragic deaths. The end result of the 'pin-the-blame' on Hillary game was her accepting responsibility and withholding vomiting when Rand Paul, who has done absolutely zero service for our country said, "If I were President I would have dismissed you as Secretary of State." He is crapping us, 'Tea Party' Paul would have never 'appointed' Hillary so how could he fire her.
Readers, you can go to the bank with the following assumptions: somebody missed advanced clues and subliminal warnings at Pearl Harbor, the JFK assassination, the 9-11 attacks and the Challenger Space Shuttle disaster. And don't you know that there was a doorman at Ford's Theater rear entrance who smiled and warmly greeted John Wilkes Booth. Rand and his partisan clan should turn their attention to more important matters, i. e., overturning the 40-year law, Roe vs. Wade and then 'taking on Obamacare.'
The ongoing soap opera drama involving Notre Dame's outstanding football player's victimization of a fake-girlfriend hoax reminds me of the saying, "Great people talk about ideas. Average people talk about things. Small people talk about other people." America is a great nation of many average-small folks! Manti was seemingly fooled by a hoax, he then enjoyed the sympathy-attention created by a bogus death and he came to realize the potential sympathy vote for the Heisman Trophy. He is not a bad person; just a sucker becoming an opportunist. Here is my take,as soon as the Notre Dame athletics director goes to confession for his phony cover up role, because he thought he was protecting 'Rudy' then all is forgiven. This will allow Bill O'Reilly(Fox News) to turn his time-consuming attention away from defending the 'Irish' and back to important matters defending the NRA and pointing out the socialist ways of Obama.
The critics should stop with all the Hillary / Manti bashing and do some reflective reading...
"...so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat."
A couple of days ago, the Capital Hill political wise-guys simply ripped Hillary Clinton a 'new-one' as they quizzed and cross-examined the Secretary of State regarding the (Benghazi) American Embassy attacks, which resulted in tragic deaths. The end result of the 'pin-the-blame' on Hillary game was her accepting responsibility and withholding vomiting when Rand Paul, who has done absolutely zero service for our country said, "If I were President I would have dismissed you as Secretary of State." He is crapping us, 'Tea Party' Paul would have never 'appointed' Hillary so how could he fire her.
Readers, you can go to the bank with the following assumptions: somebody missed advanced clues and subliminal warnings at Pearl Harbor, the JFK assassination, the 9-11 attacks and the Challenger Space Shuttle disaster. And don't you know that there was a doorman at Ford's Theater rear entrance who smiled and warmly greeted John Wilkes Booth. Rand and his partisan clan should turn their attention to more important matters, i. e., overturning the 40-year law, Roe vs. Wade and then 'taking on Obamacare.'
The ongoing soap opera drama involving Notre Dame's outstanding football player's victimization of a fake-girlfriend hoax reminds me of the saying, "Great people talk about ideas. Average people talk about things. Small people talk about other people." America is a great nation of many average-small folks! Manti was seemingly fooled by a hoax, he then enjoyed the sympathy-attention created by a bogus death and he came to realize the potential sympathy vote for the Heisman Trophy. He is not a bad person; just a sucker becoming an opportunist. Here is my take,as soon as the Notre Dame athletics director goes to confession for his phony cover up role, because he thought he was protecting 'Rudy' then all is forgiven. This will allow Bill O'Reilly(Fox News) to turn his time-consuming attention away from defending the 'Irish' and back to important matters defending the NRA and pointing out the socialist ways of Obama.
The critics should stop with all the Hillary / Manti bashing and do some reflective reading...
"...so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat."
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Democrat Singers Are Sneaky
Holy Cow! Say it ain't so! Please tell me that Beyonce' did not lip sync the National Anthem at President Obama's Inauguration. Also, please confirm and assure me that it was Obama giving the address. I cannot take much more of the GOP badmouthing my friends.
Okay, I wish to go on record NOW; Beyonce' can never be a serious candidate for baseball's hall-of-fame. At career's end she must go to purgatory with Bonds, McGuire, Sosa, Clemens and Lance Armstrong; they shall be relegated to playing "UNO" and "Where's Waldo?" throughout their respective eternities! Actually, in defense of Beyonce', she simply 'caught' that Washington D.C. influenza bug, you know the variety; causes folks in Washington D.C. to pretend to do their job!
I would contrast one line from Obama's inaugural message (his words) to the actions of some elected politicians and then ask the question, has greed and power-lusting always trumped our Declaration of Independence? Obama referenced and paraphrased the Declaration of Independence and mentioned how we must insure the 'little girl (born in obscure poverty) those guarantees.' I recently read a news article that reported some 200,000 Americans, in frustration, turned away from five to seven hours of deviously orchestrated and unnecessary line-waiting to vote in the past Presidential election. Other unethical and cunning attempts were made by some elected officials to disenfranchise voters. In Texas and Pennsylvania the Courts intervened to strike down bogus and unlawful voter ID requirements designed to reduce the voting participation numbers of a particular political persuasion. And just imagine, sports' historians claim that the 1919 Chicago White Sox baseball team was scandalous! Give me as break; America needs to wake up and see scandalous!!
I like Obama's recent approach of governing from the 'outside.' While the Congress plays those 'inside' cloak & dagger poppycock games, Obama seems poised to take every issue to the public and allow the voices of 'little' folks to shape the debate and perhaps legislate through public opinion.. Let's hope we can get Immigration Reform, voter rights secured, control of semi-automatic guns and maybe, we can even get Pete Rose into the Hall-of-Fame but don't bet on it.
On a personal note, I have observed two drastic changes in recent years: First, the once vibrant brownish freckles on my arms have been replaced by dull greying liver-spots and secondly, everybody is whispering these days; folks need to speak louder.
Okay, I wish to go on record NOW; Beyonce' can never be a serious candidate for baseball's hall-of-fame. At career's end she must go to purgatory with Bonds, McGuire, Sosa, Clemens and Lance Armstrong; they shall be relegated to playing "UNO" and "Where's Waldo?" throughout their respective eternities! Actually, in defense of Beyonce', she simply 'caught' that Washington D.C. influenza bug, you know the variety; causes folks in Washington D.C. to pretend to do their job!
I would contrast one line from Obama's inaugural message (his words) to the actions of some elected politicians and then ask the question, has greed and power-lusting always trumped our Declaration of Independence? Obama referenced and paraphrased the Declaration of Independence and mentioned how we must insure the 'little girl (born in obscure poverty) those guarantees.' I recently read a news article that reported some 200,000 Americans, in frustration, turned away from five to seven hours of deviously orchestrated and unnecessary line-waiting to vote in the past Presidential election. Other unethical and cunning attempts were made by some elected officials to disenfranchise voters. In Texas and Pennsylvania the Courts intervened to strike down bogus and unlawful voter ID requirements designed to reduce the voting participation numbers of a particular political persuasion. And just imagine, sports' historians claim that the 1919 Chicago White Sox baseball team was scandalous! Give me as break; America needs to wake up and see scandalous!!
I like Obama's recent approach of governing from the 'outside.' While the Congress plays those 'inside' cloak & dagger poppycock games, Obama seems poised to take every issue to the public and allow the voices of 'little' folks to shape the debate and perhaps legislate through public opinion.. Let's hope we can get Immigration Reform, voter rights secured, control of semi-automatic guns and maybe, we can even get Pete Rose into the Hall-of-Fame but don't bet on it.
On a personal note, I have observed two drastic changes in recent years: First, the once vibrant brownish freckles on my arms have been replaced by dull greying liver-spots and secondly, everybody is whispering these days; folks need to speak louder.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
I Once Turned Onto That Street
Out-of-pocket the past couple of days! My wife and I traveled to the Metro-East area for a ninety-year-old gentleman's birthday party on Sunday and then attended a Monday morning Memorial Service honoring my Mother, who passed one month ago. The birthday fella, Ray McGraw is the older sibling of a former East St. Louis high school teammate of mine, Tom McGraw. It was a neat moment to observe so much family love and friendship respect for a truly 'gentle-'man.
The next Day, Monday, January 21, Brad Thomas clergy/pastor at the Meridian Village Independent/Assisted Living Home where my Mother resided for nine years, orchestrated a wonderful service. Many of my Mother's residential friends joined some family members to remember Lucille Vickers (Lou) Roustio. Afterwards, Gerry and I were joined by granddaughter, Amanda Murphey, great-grandson, Talin, grandson Kyle O'Keefe, cousin, Gary Swalley, brother, Tom and wife Vicky and their two granddaughters, Emily and Allison for lunch; a sweet sharing moment. Before departing the Edwardsville area, we took SIUE, college student-grandson, Kyle for a little grocery shopping. I told the lad that until he begins making the two-hour trip to Nana and Boompa's for those vittles gathering exercises, gasoline fill-up chances and that extra $20 spot, I will believe his 'higher' education has not kicked-in!
On our return trip back to Decatur, I shared with my wife, Gerry a thought that she too was engaging as we traveled about the familiar roads of Edwardsville, Caseyville, Collinsville and Belleville during our two-day trek; a new and strange thought of 'familarity-emptiness.' Let me explain. As we motored from site to site, we passed by the former three-former homes of my parents, once-upon-a-time houses of three aunts and uncles and of course our sister-in law's home...all those love ones are gone. Those stops that we frequently made and the laughter that awaited at each visit is no more but now relegated to memories. The urge to drive into to those familiar drive ways is halted by the realities of contact-closure.
The word 'adjustment' comes to mind this morning. 'Adjustment' has been a huge part of both my sport-playing and professional life. As a baseball pitcher, I often made mechanical 'adjustments.' As a coach, I asked my teams to make approach-adjustments. The coaching-career moves that I made required me and my family to 'adjust.' Anytime that we make adjustments, we discard a habit from yesterday and embrace a new approach; we turn the page as 'they' say.
I can 'adjust' to this new reality because I bring a blueprint-strength from the 'old' history. The day, eighteen years ago, when the Barnes Hospital cardiologist staff told my Father that they had reached their limits to assist his failing heart, my Dad told me, "I gotta play the hand that I am dealt, but I am so thankful I was invited to the game." We must all play out various hands...just remember to enjoy the company while you have it.
The next Day, Monday, January 21, Brad Thomas clergy/pastor at the Meridian Village Independent/Assisted Living Home where my Mother resided for nine years, orchestrated a wonderful service. Many of my Mother's residential friends joined some family members to remember Lucille Vickers (Lou) Roustio. Afterwards, Gerry and I were joined by granddaughter, Amanda Murphey, great-grandson, Talin, grandson Kyle O'Keefe, cousin, Gary Swalley, brother, Tom and wife Vicky and their two granddaughters, Emily and Allison for lunch; a sweet sharing moment. Before departing the Edwardsville area, we took SIUE, college student-grandson, Kyle for a little grocery shopping. I told the lad that until he begins making the two-hour trip to Nana and Boompa's for those vittles gathering exercises, gasoline fill-up chances and that extra $20 spot, I will believe his 'higher' education has not kicked-in!
On our return trip back to Decatur, I shared with my wife, Gerry a thought that she too was engaging as we traveled about the familiar roads of Edwardsville, Caseyville, Collinsville and Belleville during our two-day trek; a new and strange thought of 'familarity-emptiness.' Let me explain. As we motored from site to site, we passed by the former three-former homes of my parents, once-upon-a-time houses of three aunts and uncles and of course our sister-in law's home...all those love ones are gone. Those stops that we frequently made and the laughter that awaited at each visit is no more but now relegated to memories. The urge to drive into to those familiar drive ways is halted by the realities of contact-closure.
The word 'adjustment' comes to mind this morning. 'Adjustment' has been a huge part of both my sport-playing and professional life. As a baseball pitcher, I often made mechanical 'adjustments.' As a coach, I asked my teams to make approach-adjustments. The coaching-career moves that I made required me and my family to 'adjust.' Anytime that we make adjustments, we discard a habit from yesterday and embrace a new approach; we turn the page as 'they' say.
I can 'adjust' to this new reality because I bring a blueprint-strength from the 'old' history. The day, eighteen years ago, when the Barnes Hospital cardiologist staff told my Father that they had reached their limits to assist his failing heart, my Dad told me, "I gotta play the hand that I am dealt, but I am so thankful I was invited to the game." We must all play out various hands...just remember to enjoy the company while you have it.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Thanks to Baseball's Perfect Knight
About 7:15 P.M. last evening, my son, Steve telephoned to tell me that he had moments before read on 'facebook' that baseball great, Stan Musial died. He said, "I'll check it out and call you back." Three minutes later he telephoned again and said, "It's true Dad, your childhood hero is dead."
There are some moments that cause you to realize how your emotions, although invisible, are much like a skinned knee; it gets banged up, bleeds and then begins to form a scab as part of the healing process. My ninety-three year old Mother's death was just four weeks ago. Even though she had lived a long and wonderful life and even though I knew she was ready to 'go,' I have fought many moments of tears the past few weeks just wishing that I could hear her voice and laughter. My emotional bruise and cuts from Mom's death had begun forming that 'scab.' However, the second telephone call from my son was as if I had the scab knocked loose by the confirmation that, indeed, Stan "The Man' Musial was dead at ninety-two.
Let's be honest if we will; there is a little boy inside every grown man. The little-boy 'lives' amongst childhood games, secret hiding places and names of loving pets. That 'inside' little boy also reminds the grown-up guy of that 'history' special unto us as it intertwines with others in this shared journey. The Musial connection was not simply about a skilled professional baseball idol from my youth but his ongoing career was that conduit between a father and son who shared a love for a backyard game of catch and hundreds of Cardinals' baseball games at Sportsmans' Park, St. Louis.
Before I began typing this remembrance blog, I looked down at my desk to noticed two photos that are positioned side-by-side under the glass top; one is a photo of my Father and the other is a photo of Musial. I recall seated next to my Dad at the old Park at Grand and Dodier Avenues on May 4, 1954, when Dad and I were deliriously excited to watch Stan 'The Man' hit five (5) home runs in a doubleheader against the 'Giants.' Years later, (1963) Dad and I watched Stan play his final major league game against the Cincinnati 'Reds.' He got two hits that day off of Reds' pitcher Jim Maloney.
My telephone rang several more times last night. Granddaughter, Loren called to tell me she was sorry that Musial had died because she knew that he was special in my youth. My daughter Pamela was at a high school basketball game and her son, Caleb sent a text-message to her with the news of Musial's passing. My daughter immediately telephoned to ask if I knew. She purchased a Musial autographed jersey a few years ago and said to me before last night's conversation end, "Well my jersey value just increased." I thought to myself, yes, indeed and as soon as these emotional cuts form a new scab, I shall have a memory value increase.
I tell you this with all honesty, that little boy of many years past would at some time during every Cardinals' night game he attended, closed his eyes and whispered a prayer thanking God for the baseball moment with Dad and he wished it would never end. I am sure the 'little' boy inside will awaken the old man at times in the coming weeks and revisit precious memories.
Hey Stan, thanks for the many heroic fetes, the gentleman's blueprint and sharing a journey with a Father and Son.
There are some moments that cause you to realize how your emotions, although invisible, are much like a skinned knee; it gets banged up, bleeds and then begins to form a scab as part of the healing process. My ninety-three year old Mother's death was just four weeks ago. Even though she had lived a long and wonderful life and even though I knew she was ready to 'go,' I have fought many moments of tears the past few weeks just wishing that I could hear her voice and laughter. My emotional bruise and cuts from Mom's death had begun forming that 'scab.' However, the second telephone call from my son was as if I had the scab knocked loose by the confirmation that, indeed, Stan "The Man' Musial was dead at ninety-two.
Let's be honest if we will; there is a little boy inside every grown man. The little-boy 'lives' amongst childhood games, secret hiding places and names of loving pets. That 'inside' little boy also reminds the grown-up guy of that 'history' special unto us as it intertwines with others in this shared journey. The Musial connection was not simply about a skilled professional baseball idol from my youth but his ongoing career was that conduit between a father and son who shared a love for a backyard game of catch and hundreds of Cardinals' baseball games at Sportsmans' Park, St. Louis.
Before I began typing this remembrance blog, I looked down at my desk to noticed two photos that are positioned side-by-side under the glass top; one is a photo of my Father and the other is a photo of Musial. I recall seated next to my Dad at the old Park at Grand and Dodier Avenues on May 4, 1954, when Dad and I were deliriously excited to watch Stan 'The Man' hit five (5) home runs in a doubleheader against the 'Giants.' Years later, (1963) Dad and I watched Stan play his final major league game against the Cincinnati 'Reds.' He got two hits that day off of Reds' pitcher Jim Maloney.
My telephone rang several more times last night. Granddaughter, Loren called to tell me she was sorry that Musial had died because she knew that he was special in my youth. My daughter Pamela was at a high school basketball game and her son, Caleb sent a text-message to her with the news of Musial's passing. My daughter immediately telephoned to ask if I knew. She purchased a Musial autographed jersey a few years ago and said to me before last night's conversation end, "Well my jersey value just increased." I thought to myself, yes, indeed and as soon as these emotional cuts form a new scab, I shall have a memory value increase.
I tell you this with all honesty, that little boy of many years past would at some time during every Cardinals' night game he attended, closed his eyes and whispered a prayer thanking God for the baseball moment with Dad and he wished it would never end. I am sure the 'little' boy inside will awaken the old man at times in the coming weeks and revisit precious memories.
Hey Stan, thanks for the many heroic fetes, the gentleman's blueprint and sharing a journey with a Father and Son.
Friday, January 18, 2013
Naboo Strikes Again!
Our oldest daughter, Dawn (the one with seven children) telephoned us two nights ago to apologize. I was unaware of her offense as was my wife. Dawn explained. It seems her daughter, Lindsay (the first-year fourth-grade teaching granddaughter) had told her Mother that Nana and Boompa were sending a 'surprise goodies' package to her students. When our daughter learned from the granddaughter that the package had not arrived as per the U.S Postal time frame expectations and the package contained school-related items worth $25.00, plus a $10.00 mailing cost, Dawn told Lindsay, "That's stupid; Nana and Boompa are foolish; they should save the postage cost and just send you money to buy the classroom items." I am guessing that our daughter felt that her comment might get back to us thus she called with the apology. (Note: My wife and I are definitely losing brain-cell-power every day, however we still can converse with Wal Mart shoppers, football tailgaters, pro-wrestling fans and NASCAR folks).
Well, the package arrived yesterday and guess who is looking 'foolish' now? That would be our lovely all-knowing eldest female child, Dawn! Lindsay's fourth-grade class was less than properly behaved that day. When an office person brought the large white package into the room and placed it upon the teacher's desk, students immediately noticed the 'red-color' printed notes all around the box; little learning-encouragement suggestions. Suddenly, every student needed their pencil sharpened and an parade of nosey 10-year old children slowly made a trek past the looming mysterious box. "What's in the box Ms. O'Keefe?" "Who is the box for, Ms. O'keefe?" Ms. O'Keefe answered saying, "The box is sent to our class and I assume whatever is inside the box is for YOU, however, we have not had the best behavior day so we will wait to open the box tomorrow!"
When our teaching granddaughter telephoned to tell us that the box had arrived, she relayed the excited reaction and comments from the students adding, "The brief school time remaining, the entire class sat still with a locked mesmerising fixation on the box."
We told Lindsay to tell her students that the items in the box are gifts from a 'phantom friend of learning' and they would be receiving a gift box every month until the end of the school year; the last box will have a photo of the 'Phantom Friend.' Now the teacher was excited.
Our daughter, Dawn was surprised by the excitement generated by the gift-box received in the mail and telephoned with her acknowledgement/apology.
About ten years ago, Nana and Boompa conducted a week long grandchildren; camp called, 'Naboo.'
We continued with the Naboo camp for six consecutive summers for most of our 15-grandkids. Give us credit; we know what 'floats-a-kids'-boat!'
There is a moral to this exercise: Never stop 'thinking' like a kid!
Well, the package arrived yesterday and guess who is looking 'foolish' now? That would be our lovely all-knowing eldest female child, Dawn! Lindsay's fourth-grade class was less than properly behaved that day. When an office person brought the large white package into the room and placed it upon the teacher's desk, students immediately noticed the 'red-color' printed notes all around the box; little learning-encouragement suggestions. Suddenly, every student needed their pencil sharpened and an parade of nosey 10-year old children slowly made a trek past the looming mysterious box. "What's in the box Ms. O'Keefe?" "Who is the box for, Ms. O'keefe?" Ms. O'Keefe answered saying, "The box is sent to our class and I assume whatever is inside the box is for YOU, however, we have not had the best behavior day so we will wait to open the box tomorrow!"
When our teaching granddaughter telephoned to tell us that the box had arrived, she relayed the excited reaction and comments from the students adding, "The brief school time remaining, the entire class sat still with a locked mesmerising fixation on the box."
We told Lindsay to tell her students that the items in the box are gifts from a 'phantom friend of learning' and they would be receiving a gift box every month until the end of the school year; the last box will have a photo of the 'Phantom Friend.' Now the teacher was excited.
Our daughter, Dawn was surprised by the excitement generated by the gift-box received in the mail and telephoned with her acknowledgement/apology.
About ten years ago, Nana and Boompa conducted a week long grandchildren; camp called, 'Naboo.'
We continued with the Naboo camp for six consecutive summers for most of our 15-grandkids. Give us credit; we know what 'floats-a-kids'-boat!'
There is a moral to this exercise: Never stop 'thinking' like a kid!
Thursday, January 17, 2013
A Sickness That Knows No Rival!
Born in 1939, at Christian Welfare Hospital (East St. Louis, Illinois) placed me at an Eads' Bridge walk across the Mighty Mississippi River to downtown St. Louis, Missouri; naturally, I have held a warm attachment to the St. Louis Metropolitan area throughout my lifetime. One of those endearments was my fondness for the well publicized 'Voice of St. Louis,' KMOX Radio Station. Of course, my on-going attraction to KMOX was nurtured by the fact that for most of my life KMOX has been the flagship station for Cardinals' baseball games broadcasting.
Aside from the station being the 'Voice of the Redbirds' it fancied one of the best daytime call-in talk/debate program-formats of the era; KMOX proudly stated, "Total Information." Among the many on-air celebrities three individuals standout as particularly skilled talk show moderators; Rex Davis, Anne Keef and Bob Hardy. I personally knew Hardy through Shriner's affiliation. These magicians of the microphone were proficient at presenting both sides of a local or national issue; civic or political and then stepping back with the invitation to listeners to share opinions. Before, during or after the program it was impossible to figure out just where the moderator 'stood' on the subject-matter thoroughly discussed.
This represented a time when a radio station with the clout of 50 thousand watts was a true American treasure standing on the foundation of committed, sincere and honest public service!
Unfortunately, KMOX does NOT reflect those fair public service values today. Oh, I still appreciate them being the 'voice' of my Cardinals, however, I am saddened by their wholesale sell-out to one side of our Nations' political debate. Today, KMOX has all local programming with one exception; syndicated Conservative pundit, Rush Limbaugh. While driving yesterday, I was listening to Mr. Limbaugh. Using the current gun control debate, Limbaugh went on extensive rants stirring divisiveness about President Obama's children having secret service protection and other Americans' less important children are unguarded by guns. Suddenly and without topical segway, Limbaugh shifted gears to offer comments that seemed intended to fulfill someones perverted appetite. Limbaugh said, "Boston Celtics forward Kevin Garnett told New York Knicks' forward, Carmelo Anthony, in a (basketball game) trash-talking moment, that Carmelo's wife tasted like Honey Oats Cheerios."
KMOX Radio Management and ownership should be ashamed of such language and sexual inference occurring mid-day over its airwaves. Is it pitiful that this once proud radio station ignores this 'smut' innuendo/connotation language. May my friend, Bob Hardy rest in his Heavenly Peace.
Aside from the station being the 'Voice of the Redbirds' it fancied one of the best daytime call-in talk/debate program-formats of the era; KMOX proudly stated, "Total Information." Among the many on-air celebrities three individuals standout as particularly skilled talk show moderators; Rex Davis, Anne Keef and Bob Hardy. I personally knew Hardy through Shriner's affiliation. These magicians of the microphone were proficient at presenting both sides of a local or national issue; civic or political and then stepping back with the invitation to listeners to share opinions. Before, during or after the program it was impossible to figure out just where the moderator 'stood' on the subject-matter thoroughly discussed.
This represented a time when a radio station with the clout of 50 thousand watts was a true American treasure standing on the foundation of committed, sincere and honest public service!
Unfortunately, KMOX does NOT reflect those fair public service values today. Oh, I still appreciate them being the 'voice' of my Cardinals, however, I am saddened by their wholesale sell-out to one side of our Nations' political debate. Today, KMOX has all local programming with one exception; syndicated Conservative pundit, Rush Limbaugh. While driving yesterday, I was listening to Mr. Limbaugh. Using the current gun control debate, Limbaugh went on extensive rants stirring divisiveness about President Obama's children having secret service protection and other Americans' less important children are unguarded by guns. Suddenly and without topical segway, Limbaugh shifted gears to offer comments that seemed intended to fulfill someones perverted appetite. Limbaugh said, "Boston Celtics forward Kevin Garnett told New York Knicks' forward, Carmelo Anthony, in a (basketball game) trash-talking moment, that Carmelo's wife tasted like Honey Oats Cheerios."
KMOX Radio Management and ownership should be ashamed of such language and sexual inference occurring mid-day over its airwaves. Is it pitiful that this once proud radio station ignores this 'smut' innuendo/connotation language. May my friend, Bob Hardy rest in his Heavenly Peace.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
You Can't Fix What You Won't Admit
I entered Illinois State 'Normal' University in the fall of 1957; it was then considered one of the premier teacher preparation institutions in the Midwest. ISNU offered a quality liberal arts (college) education and intense teaching certification standards. Those were exciting times for the new teacher.
As with most professional certification processes, we anticipate change. It would seem obvious that 'teaching' perse' would demand constant change, if for no reason but new information forthcoming in many subjects. New information results from study findings and other research efforts. Once in awhile, our society begs for and causes change. For example, people of my generation did NOT take a driver's education course in high school. We were most generally taught to drive by a very hyperactive Uncle or an impatient parent. Today's high school kid worries more about when he can 'take' driver's education than what is needed for high school graduation. Insurance companies became part of the mix that ultimately caused the driver education curriculum development. Eventually, the teacher preparation institution, i.e., Illinois State University placed driver education teaching certification studies into its teacher preparation curriculum. Gotta have driver's ed teachers now but in time we would no longer need Home Economics teachers because American families would soon not sit down to eat a 'HOME' cooked meal. Our discombobulated families are too busy working to meet living expenses and driving those youngins to their activities; let's grab a burger, Hallelujah!
Well, hold your horses or shall I say, 'Hold your Redbird, ISU!' We are soon going to need a curriculum called, "Teacher Education & Security Personnel." And the Illinois State University Board of Governors might consider an alteration of that school's long standing motto: "Gladly would He Learn and Gladly Teach." A future read might be, "Gladly Would He Learn, Gladly Teach & Shoot Crazies Entering the Classroom." One of the solutions offered by the NRA and other nincompoop groups is to 'arm the school Marm' with a pistol so she might protect her students; kinda like they did back in to 'Old West' days before the local Sheriff took guns away from folks comin' to town eventually making towns safer. (Look it up; it's in most American history books, Texas being an exception to the rule; some Texas groups have revised both the Bible and American History books.)
I am going to excuse myself from this typing machine because I have come to a conclusion, which is 'that' place where one becomes tired of thinking! Remember that half of the people whose ideas you read about are below average!
Oh, I have a parting question. Does anyone possibly believe that if our 'Founding Fathers' were to sit down for the first time (January 16, 2013) they would likely write the same United States document, verbatim to the document written in the 1700's, known as our Constitution? I think an amended Constitution that would put the NRA and American Civil Liberties Union out of business is long past due.
As with most professional certification processes, we anticipate change. It would seem obvious that 'teaching' perse' would demand constant change, if for no reason but new information forthcoming in many subjects. New information results from study findings and other research efforts. Once in awhile, our society begs for and causes change. For example, people of my generation did NOT take a driver's education course in high school. We were most generally taught to drive by a very hyperactive Uncle or an impatient parent. Today's high school kid worries more about when he can 'take' driver's education than what is needed for high school graduation. Insurance companies became part of the mix that ultimately caused the driver education curriculum development. Eventually, the teacher preparation institution, i.e., Illinois State University placed driver education teaching certification studies into its teacher preparation curriculum. Gotta have driver's ed teachers now but in time we would no longer need Home Economics teachers because American families would soon not sit down to eat a 'HOME' cooked meal. Our discombobulated families are too busy working to meet living expenses and driving those youngins to their activities; let's grab a burger, Hallelujah!
Well, hold your horses or shall I say, 'Hold your Redbird, ISU!' We are soon going to need a curriculum called, "Teacher Education & Security Personnel." And the Illinois State University Board of Governors might consider an alteration of that school's long standing motto: "Gladly would He Learn and Gladly Teach." A future read might be, "Gladly Would He Learn, Gladly Teach & Shoot Crazies Entering the Classroom." One of the solutions offered by the NRA and other nincompoop groups is to 'arm the school Marm' with a pistol so she might protect her students; kinda like they did back in to 'Old West' days before the local Sheriff took guns away from folks comin' to town eventually making towns safer. (Look it up; it's in most American history books, Texas being an exception to the rule; some Texas groups have revised both the Bible and American History books.)
I am going to excuse myself from this typing machine because I have come to a conclusion, which is 'that' place where one becomes tired of thinking! Remember that half of the people whose ideas you read about are below average!
Oh, I have a parting question. Does anyone possibly believe that if our 'Founding Fathers' were to sit down for the first time (January 16, 2013) they would likely write the same United States document, verbatim to the document written in the 1700's, known as our Constitution? I think an amended Constitution that would put the NRA and American Civil Liberties Union out of business is long past due.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
To The Victor Goes The Spoils
During our fifty-two-plus years of marriage, my wife and I have purchased a few houses and automobiles. In every instance, we attempted to negotiate the 'sale' price before settling on an agreed price with the seller. Also, we purchased these homes and autos on time-payment credit. We always understood the payment due-dates and repossession consequences should we default on payment.
This crap is not rocket-science! Please, if you will, our United States government bought some stuff. They bought 'stuff'' after attempts by the two-political party's to negotiate and debate the 'should-we-buy' questions. Eventually the Congress voted after the debate. Our collective-leaders settled on a deal. Some folks obviously voted against buying 'stuff' but it is apparent that enough legislatures voted for the purchase and under our democratic system, we need to pay up.
At this moment in time the Republican Party wishes NOT to pay for crap we legal bought and for which we legally owe others. Who changed the rules whereas the smaller number wins? When did the minority number of the neighborhood kids get authority or permission to decide the game to be played or the playing rules?
This is way of thinking is becoming the American 'new-normal.' If we don't care for the Church Pastor create havoc. If the teacher expects too much from our kid then telephone the Principal. If the police do their jobs, we shall praise the effort unless we are ticketed; we shall then demean. People want cuts in government spending but they want a strong military, Social Security and Medicare.
I think many Republicans (actually, that's unfair; let's be honest; Tea Party folks) are products from modern day Little League Baseball programs that refused to call any kid 'out' and never kept score of the game; this explains why those people don't understand the consequences of an ass-whuppin'!
This crap is not rocket-science! Please, if you will, our United States government bought some stuff. They bought 'stuff'' after attempts by the two-political party's to negotiate and debate the 'should-we-buy' questions. Eventually the Congress voted after the debate. Our collective-leaders settled on a deal. Some folks obviously voted against buying 'stuff' but it is apparent that enough legislatures voted for the purchase and under our democratic system, we need to pay up.
At this moment in time the Republican Party wishes NOT to pay for crap we legal bought and for which we legally owe others. Who changed the rules whereas the smaller number wins? When did the minority number of the neighborhood kids get authority or permission to decide the game to be played or the playing rules?
This is way of thinking is becoming the American 'new-normal.' If we don't care for the Church Pastor create havoc. If the teacher expects too much from our kid then telephone the Principal. If the police do their jobs, we shall praise the effort unless we are ticketed; we shall then demean. People want cuts in government spending but they want a strong military, Social Security and Medicare.
I think many Republicans (actually, that's unfair; let's be honest; Tea Party folks) are products from modern day Little League Baseball programs that refused to call any kid 'out' and never kept score of the game; this explains why those people don't understand the consequences of an ass-whuppin'!
Monday, January 14, 2013
It's a Bucket-List Attitude
I have not completed 'my bucket-list;' things to do before I expire, however I am working my way towards that slate with this 'senior-attitude-adjustment' register. I need to concentrate on, as songwriter, Johnny Mercer wrote, "Accentuate the Positive, eliminate the negatives and latch on to Mr.In Between!"
Turning seventy-four next month gives me senior status permission to:
1) I will no longer bother asking people if I told a story previously; I may tell it better the second time.
2) Each morning when shaving, I shall ignore all blemishes and concentrate on my prominent high cheekbones.
3) I am going to allow others to pick things up that I may drop.
4) I need to permit myself the occasional public gas-passing to avoid stomach cramping.
5) I will begin viewing my numerous doctors' appointments as a social outings.
6) I should watch more Animal Channel and Jerry Springer; they hold much commonality.
7) I intend to organize my return-sticker address labels so to avoid sending out 'Frosty-the-Snowman' labels on July mail.
8) I will start eating things that look good and not worry so much about medical studies, which eventually denounce themselves, i.e., eggs from the 1970's medical researchers.
9) I intend to raise hell in stores that have long lines and fifty percent of the checkout lanes unmanned, oops, unpersoned.
10) If I 'dunk' a food item at home then I will dunk that food in public.
11) I will never again ask any of my dear Republican friends, 'how that political Party can come down on the wrong-side of so many issues.'
12) Finally, I intend to acknowledge my wife with sincere appreciation and grateful praise for not feeling that she needs to apologize for or explain me!
Turning seventy-four next month gives me senior status permission to:
1) I will no longer bother asking people if I told a story previously; I may tell it better the second time.
2) Each morning when shaving, I shall ignore all blemishes and concentrate on my prominent high cheekbones.
3) I am going to allow others to pick things up that I may drop.
4) I need to permit myself the occasional public gas-passing to avoid stomach cramping.
5) I will begin viewing my numerous doctors' appointments as a social outings.
6) I should watch more Animal Channel and Jerry Springer; they hold much commonality.
7) I intend to organize my return-sticker address labels so to avoid sending out 'Frosty-the-Snowman' labels on July mail.
8) I will start eating things that look good and not worry so much about medical studies, which eventually denounce themselves, i.e., eggs from the 1970's medical researchers.
9) I intend to raise hell in stores that have long lines and fifty percent of the checkout lanes unmanned, oops, unpersoned.
10) If I 'dunk' a food item at home then I will dunk that food in public.
11) I will never again ask any of my dear Republican friends, 'how that political Party can come down on the wrong-side of so many issues.'
12) Finally, I intend to acknowledge my wife with sincere appreciation and grateful praise for not feeling that she needs to apologize for or explain me!
Friday, January 11, 2013
Lord, I Wish I Was 18 Again
If the Good Lord's willing and the creek don't rise, I turn seventy-four next month. Actually the creek has absolutely nothing to do with the possible eventuality. My children always telephone to ask me what I 'want' for birthdays, Christmas and Father's Day. I casually dismiss the inquires with some common suggestion such as socks, underwear or a necktie. One of the aforementioned, I seldom wear. I am thinking, perhaps this birthday I will give them legitimate gift ideas.
Sunglasses would be nice to receive because I lose about three pairs a year. Computer print cartridges can be a good gift since I go through them so quickly. (Note) I am trying to use fewer words but it is difficult with a limited vocabulary. I recently began wearing a hearing aid in my left ear. I am equally hard hearing in my right ear but I need one ear cleared for phone conversations. Anyhow, hearing aid-batteries #10, would be an excellent gift; those darn things don't last very long. I could use a roll of Velcro. I believe it would be wise given these senile senior years to Velcro-secure T.V. remotes, car keys and my wife's cell phone.
I am constantly getting handkerchiefs out of my chest-of-draws so that is a gift idea; I sneeze a lot. Cologne is always a smart gift for; little boys and old men who tend to smell differently than the rest of the world. I broke my electric pencil sharpener a year ago; I have always liked electric pencil sharpeners; I find them practical and sensuous. I need a new weed-whacker. Ever since my wife over-planted backyard flower beds, I use a whacker as much as the lawnmower! I can still can see the printed page and occasionally, I enjoy a good book. My kids could stop by Barnes & Noble and survey those possibilities. I just must remind the children that I don't care for topics on Fascism; spare anything written by Glenn Beck, Rush Limbaugh and Sean Hannity.
I think I'll call the kids this weekend and give them my February 18, birthday wish list. I will suggest that they should likely wait a day or two before the event. Let's be practical in our thinking; at my age the gift return possibility increases annually.
Sunglasses would be nice to receive because I lose about three pairs a year. Computer print cartridges can be a good gift since I go through them so quickly. (Note) I am trying to use fewer words but it is difficult with a limited vocabulary. I recently began wearing a hearing aid in my left ear. I am equally hard hearing in my right ear but I need one ear cleared for phone conversations. Anyhow, hearing aid-batteries #10, would be an excellent gift; those darn things don't last very long. I could use a roll of Velcro. I believe it would be wise given these senile senior years to Velcro-secure T.V. remotes, car keys and my wife's cell phone.
I am constantly getting handkerchiefs out of my chest-of-draws so that is a gift idea; I sneeze a lot. Cologne is always a smart gift for; little boys and old men who tend to smell differently than the rest of the world. I broke my electric pencil sharpener a year ago; I have always liked electric pencil sharpeners; I find them practical and sensuous. I need a new weed-whacker. Ever since my wife over-planted backyard flower beds, I use a whacker as much as the lawnmower! I can still can see the printed page and occasionally, I enjoy a good book. My kids could stop by Barnes & Noble and survey those possibilities. I just must remind the children that I don't care for topics on Fascism; spare anything written by Glenn Beck, Rush Limbaugh and Sean Hannity.
I think I'll call the kids this weekend and give them my February 18, birthday wish list. I will suggest that they should likely wait a day or two before the event. Let's be practical in our thinking; at my age the gift return possibility increases annually.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Friendship Untold
Absolutely, I believe in the age-old adage; 'opposites attract.' I was attracted to a 13-year old girlfriend with whom I have now been married 52-plus years. The list of ways one could count 'our opposites' is lengthy, indeed!
One of my wife's opposite traits, which I find so admirable is her ability to make that human connection quickly and become such a trusting friend. I have told her many times that my numbered acquaintances far out-distance her acquaintances; one of the biggest reason is her casual acquaintances become friends. My wife immediately accepts folks upon 'face-value' whereas I tend to hold back due to doubting trust issues. I understand why I withhold trust and yet it is never going to change; like the young folks say, 'It is what it is."
Don't get the wrong idea, I do have friends, just not the number found on my wife's dance card. I have had many friends these past few weeks reach out with sympathy, love and offered prayers upon the death of my Mother. I so deeply appreciate the many kind words and certainly the memorial gifts to Hospice in my other Lucille's name. I thank them all.
One individual sent a note with kind thoughtful expressions and wondered how I could keep such poise giving Mother's eulogy. I will confess that in several private moments, I shed my tears thinking that all our Mother-Son conversations have ceased. Let me tell you how I could keep things together delivering that eulogy. Before walking to the lectern, I stared at my Mother's profile as she lay there.
I said to myself several times over, "I am most blessed to have had such a long and wonderful relationship with my ninety-three year old Mother and I pray to our Lord that He comfort those Newtown, Connecticut parents who lost a lifetime with their children. I cannot imagine such heartache and pain.
Yesterday, I opened a lovely sympathy card from Ann Hoffman which held heartfelt personal words about losing my Mother. WOW! What a perfect Christian lady. Ann and Bob Hoffman's son, Bobby died suddenly and unexpectedly at age forty-one leaving his young wife and two very young daughters. Mrs. Hoffman once again thanked me for "all" I did for Bobby when he played basketball under my mentoring. As I finished reading the woman's note, I closed my eyes to feel the hot tears swell. My immediate thoughts were not about my Mom but about another mother, Ann Hoffman and her incredible Christian testimony working its Christian friendship through unimaginable daily anguish.
Here is a sad reality about the high school coaching career: A wise coach must keep an arm's length from all parents due to the inevitable jealousy between parents as they perceive favoritism to another child. This situation stymies a coach's ability to make friends.
One of my wife's opposite traits, which I find so admirable is her ability to make that human connection quickly and become such a trusting friend. I have told her many times that my numbered acquaintances far out-distance her acquaintances; one of the biggest reason is her casual acquaintances become friends. My wife immediately accepts folks upon 'face-value' whereas I tend to hold back due to doubting trust issues. I understand why I withhold trust and yet it is never going to change; like the young folks say, 'It is what it is."
Don't get the wrong idea, I do have friends, just not the number found on my wife's dance card. I have had many friends these past few weeks reach out with sympathy, love and offered prayers upon the death of my Mother. I so deeply appreciate the many kind words and certainly the memorial gifts to Hospice in my other Lucille's name. I thank them all.
One individual sent a note with kind thoughtful expressions and wondered how I could keep such poise giving Mother's eulogy. I will confess that in several private moments, I shed my tears thinking that all our Mother-Son conversations have ceased. Let me tell you how I could keep things together delivering that eulogy. Before walking to the lectern, I stared at my Mother's profile as she lay there.
I said to myself several times over, "I am most blessed to have had such a long and wonderful relationship with my ninety-three year old Mother and I pray to our Lord that He comfort those Newtown, Connecticut parents who lost a lifetime with their children. I cannot imagine such heartache and pain.
Yesterday, I opened a lovely sympathy card from Ann Hoffman which held heartfelt personal words about losing my Mother. WOW! What a perfect Christian lady. Ann and Bob Hoffman's son, Bobby died suddenly and unexpectedly at age forty-one leaving his young wife and two very young daughters. Mrs. Hoffman once again thanked me for "all" I did for Bobby when he played basketball under my mentoring. As I finished reading the woman's note, I closed my eyes to feel the hot tears swell. My immediate thoughts were not about my Mom but about another mother, Ann Hoffman and her incredible Christian testimony working its Christian friendship through unimaginable daily anguish.
Here is a sad reality about the high school coaching career: A wise coach must keep an arm's length from all parents due to the inevitable jealousy between parents as they perceive favoritism to another child. This situation stymies a coach's ability to make friends.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
I Did Not Know Abner Doubleday!
Look, there has been volumes written about the male ego; face it guys, we are over-the-top when it comes to self-interest, conceit and pride! There, I have stated it in a publicly admission. Please note that I did not apologize for such egotism; simply confessed. This male craving becomes more difficult to garner as we 'grow-older.' Our slowly declining relevance begins to erode the opportunity to 'strut.' By golly, I believe I could once 'strut' while sitting down! However, we eventually become insignificant players; no longer prime timers.
After retirement from the mainstream, I began building my warm ego-stroking cocoon through a couple of books writings, speaking engagements and coaching-certification teaching. Unfortunately, time and lack of school funds soon halted those ego-lifting gigs. Today, this old-goat fusses with directing a once a-year basketball tournament for Decatur, serves the same as a sport consultant and bugs you with these daily rantings. I tell myself that I still enjoy 'going out' but I must be honest I like coming coming home better.
Yesterday, I was in a telephone dither of important matters calling area high school athletic directors in a fact-finding mission for the Decatur School District. Also, my plate was occupied by several conversations and email exchanges with Illinois State University folks as I attempt to position granddaughters, Erica and Loren for student employment in the ISU athletic department when they enter next fall. I was just a busy-boy filled with self-importance.
When the telephone rang, breaking my checklist rhythm, I was surprised to hear a gentleman identify himself as an associate director at the IHSA office. Suddenly, I was 'back-in-the-day' as a principal figure in this State of Illinois High School Sports' governing body! The gent said that he was seeking my assistance! Dad-burn-it, I AM THE MAN! Shucks, the IHSA needs my help. Take a deep breath Mel.
The IHSA representative did not really know me but said, "I was in a meeting recently and the Director gave me the charge to develop a 'History of Illinois Prep Basketball Invitational Tournaments that are the oldest; somebody in the meeting room told me to telephone you." Whoa!Talk about an ego-buster backhanded compliment. My self-glorified perceived wisdom now shares the stage with old timer info-status.
Hey, while you all may, feel free to telephone, Methuselah Mel...but call before 8:30 P.M., please!
After retirement from the mainstream, I began building my warm ego-stroking cocoon through a couple of books writings, speaking engagements and coaching-certification teaching. Unfortunately, time and lack of school funds soon halted those ego-lifting gigs. Today, this old-goat fusses with directing a once a-year basketball tournament for Decatur, serves the same as a sport consultant and bugs you with these daily rantings. I tell myself that I still enjoy 'going out' but I must be honest I like coming coming home better.
Yesterday, I was in a telephone dither of important matters calling area high school athletic directors in a fact-finding mission for the Decatur School District. Also, my plate was occupied by several conversations and email exchanges with Illinois State University folks as I attempt to position granddaughters, Erica and Loren for student employment in the ISU athletic department when they enter next fall. I was just a busy-boy filled with self-importance.
When the telephone rang, breaking my checklist rhythm, I was surprised to hear a gentleman identify himself as an associate director at the IHSA office. Suddenly, I was 'back-in-the-day' as a principal figure in this State of Illinois High School Sports' governing body! The gent said that he was seeking my assistance! Dad-burn-it, I AM THE MAN! Shucks, the IHSA needs my help. Take a deep breath Mel.
The IHSA representative did not really know me but said, "I was in a meeting recently and the Director gave me the charge to develop a 'History of Illinois Prep Basketball Invitational Tournaments that are the oldest; somebody in the meeting room told me to telephone you." Whoa!Talk about an ego-buster backhanded compliment. My self-glorified perceived wisdom now shares the stage with old timer info-status.
Hey, while you all may, feel free to telephone, Methuselah Mel...but call before 8:30 P.M., please!
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
One Man's Observation
I only know what I know from the experience comparisons in my nearly seventy-four year-journey. That said, what I am going to share with you is my factual account, however there is no 'right' or 'wrong' to be concluded. Let me examine the parenting imposed and observed and the social climate of my youth matched against today's climate. I would also examine my Methodist Church transfiguration, news source assimilation, schools and work-place attitude. Ready? Let's go!
(1) Parenting: My parents were middle class blue-collar people with strong Christian principles. I felt very secure and never doubted that I was loved. However, I never felt that I was worshiped by parents or grandparents nor more important than others in the family. I was told 'no' frequently and spanked on occasion. My Father made it extremely clear that his wife (my Mother) was special. During my teenage years, my Father often cautioned me when I was leaving the home at night, "Boy, don't let your mouth overload your ass and be home before midnight!" My Mother's advice focused on the importance to respect girls and wear clean underwear; the latter had something to do with her being embarrassed at a hospital. I think most of my grandkids feel much more important and entitled than did I at the youthful years. I would distinguish between my youth and that of my grandkids thus: I really wanted to please my parents whereas, I sense that my children really want to please my grandchildren. I could be wrong but I think not.
(2) Social Climate: My adolescent summer days found me gone from the house most of the day and never was there any concern for my whereabouts or safety. My parents never worried themselves with my practice of hitchhiking a ride to the community park. I am certain that kidnappers and pedophiles were around back in the day but it is seemingly a greater issue and cause for parental concern today. Once upon a time, many folks had shotguns for hunting and no one had a semi-automatic gun...that crap is bassackwards today! I note a connection between today's violence perhaps linked to the closing of most state mental institutions and the replacement with halfway houses where people sometimes don't get their medication.
(3) The many Methodist preachers I heard from the 1940 and 1950's pulpits frequently spoke passionately about my sin, my need to repent and the consequences of Hell's fire. Today, I hear Preachers sweet-talking congregations!
(4) Back-in-the-day, the dad gum television picture turned 'fuzzy' or a test pattern appeared on the screen late at night; T.V. programming ended at some point! Today, we are kept in a frenzy (24/7)with constant 'loop' replays of the most hate-filled and mean spirited dialog one can imagine.
Is it any wonder that should someone 'look' different or 'think' differently they are automatically 'good-for-nothing' enemies!
(5) I grew up respecting the clergy, teachers, police officers and other folks of authority. Many people today speak disdain for these professionals. Imagine, my parents 'sided' with teachers! My Father's buddies were heard 'boasting' about their work skills and productivity; today, many workers brag about 'how much they are paid and how little they need do!
Of course, the good news is that we have more time to either complain, fear or fix these problems, if they are problems, because we now live longer!
(1) Parenting: My parents were middle class blue-collar people with strong Christian principles. I felt very secure and never doubted that I was loved. However, I never felt that I was worshiped by parents or grandparents nor more important than others in the family. I was told 'no' frequently and spanked on occasion. My Father made it extremely clear that his wife (my Mother) was special. During my teenage years, my Father often cautioned me when I was leaving the home at night, "Boy, don't let your mouth overload your ass and be home before midnight!" My Mother's advice focused on the importance to respect girls and wear clean underwear; the latter had something to do with her being embarrassed at a hospital. I think most of my grandkids feel much more important and entitled than did I at the youthful years. I would distinguish between my youth and that of my grandkids thus: I really wanted to please my parents whereas, I sense that my children really want to please my grandchildren. I could be wrong but I think not.
(2) Social Climate: My adolescent summer days found me gone from the house most of the day and never was there any concern for my whereabouts or safety. My parents never worried themselves with my practice of hitchhiking a ride to the community park. I am certain that kidnappers and pedophiles were around back in the day but it is seemingly a greater issue and cause for parental concern today. Once upon a time, many folks had shotguns for hunting and no one had a semi-automatic gun...that crap is bassackwards today! I note a connection between today's violence perhaps linked to the closing of most state mental institutions and the replacement with halfway houses where people sometimes don't get their medication.
(3) The many Methodist preachers I heard from the 1940 and 1950's pulpits frequently spoke passionately about my sin, my need to repent and the consequences of Hell's fire. Today, I hear Preachers sweet-talking congregations!
(4) Back-in-the-day, the dad gum television picture turned 'fuzzy' or a test pattern appeared on the screen late at night; T.V. programming ended at some point! Today, we are kept in a frenzy (24/7)with constant 'loop' replays of the most hate-filled and mean spirited dialog one can imagine.
Is it any wonder that should someone 'look' different or 'think' differently they are automatically 'good-for-nothing' enemies!
(5) I grew up respecting the clergy, teachers, police officers and other folks of authority. Many people today speak disdain for these professionals. Imagine, my parents 'sided' with teachers! My Father's buddies were heard 'boasting' about their work skills and productivity; today, many workers brag about 'how much they are paid and how little they need do!
Of course, the good news is that we have more time to either complain, fear or fix these problems, if they are problems, because we now live longer!
Monday, January 7, 2013
---Get A Clue!
Those who have been reading my blog for some time now, know that I am a person of 'slightly above' average intelligence; perhaps I slightly exaggerate. Okay, shall we not quibble but move towards the larger uncertainty? Why is it that many Americans believe that there is a distinct and hard-fast uncompromising position of the best economic system for our government and thus Capitalism always trumps a philosophy of Socialism. Relax! Before you rush to color me 'pink,' please hear my logic.
By simple definition: Capitalism is an economic system whereby people with some money can invest with the intention of increasing their investment into profit. This system affords a degree of privacy and great potential for personal financial gain or loss. By simple definition: Socialism requires available wealth to be pooled and then distributed according to need and the greatest benefit to society. It is not a prerequisite for a nation's economic well-being to place 'all eggs' in one basket.
Let me put this opinion front and center: I believe America operates very well under a 'mixed-economic' system...thank you! The wonderful 'go-for-it' riverboat gambling attitude of Americans has hundreds of thousands of success stories, which have in turn driven an economy allowing many people employment. Hooray for Capitalism! However, considering the many desired wants of those successful Capitalistic countrymen such as police and fire protection, the public library, a protective military, public schools, public transit, natural disaster relief, etc, etc. Well, I'll be , Praise the Lord and pass the tax collection plate (while Grover Norquist isn't looking) distribute some 'pooled money' and improve the interstate highways along with my Medicare. Hooray for Socialism!
I will concede the argument that many entitlement programs are 'out-of-hand' and must be addressed; however are you kidding me, an elected politician takes a 'vow' to never raise taxes during his/her tenure!
Believe that which you may; as for Mr. 'Slightly Above,' I'll take the Eclectic Economic System: I shall take the best of Capitalism and the best of Socialism and while I'm selecting, I shall try to remember to eat a little bit of veggies, little bit of fruit and not all meat.
"The greatest poorness is the lack of brains." (Arabic proverb)...oops, I hope I don't offend my Christian brethren with that proverb.
By simple definition: Capitalism is an economic system whereby people with some money can invest with the intention of increasing their investment into profit. This system affords a degree of privacy and great potential for personal financial gain or loss. By simple definition: Socialism requires available wealth to be pooled and then distributed according to need and the greatest benefit to society. It is not a prerequisite for a nation's economic well-being to place 'all eggs' in one basket.
Let me put this opinion front and center: I believe America operates very well under a 'mixed-economic' system...thank you! The wonderful 'go-for-it' riverboat gambling attitude of Americans has hundreds of thousands of success stories, which have in turn driven an economy allowing many people employment. Hooray for Capitalism! However, considering the many desired wants of those successful Capitalistic countrymen such as police and fire protection, the public library, a protective military, public schools, public transit, natural disaster relief, etc, etc. Well, I'll be , Praise the Lord and pass the tax collection plate (while Grover Norquist isn't looking) distribute some 'pooled money' and improve the interstate highways along with my Medicare. Hooray for Socialism!
I will concede the argument that many entitlement programs are 'out-of-hand' and must be addressed; however are you kidding me, an elected politician takes a 'vow' to never raise taxes during his/her tenure!
Believe that which you may; as for Mr. 'Slightly Above,' I'll take the Eclectic Economic System: I shall take the best of Capitalism and the best of Socialism and while I'm selecting, I shall try to remember to eat a little bit of veggies, little bit of fruit and not all meat.
"The greatest poorness is the lack of brains." (Arabic proverb)...oops, I hope I don't offend my Christian brethren with that proverb.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
I Wanna Be Like Mike
I have always been a 'building-block' kinda guy. This abstraction is predicated on what I believe is innate in the human DNA; imitation or if you will, patterning after another, IE., modeling. Let me connect these dots. When I was an adolescent, my friends and I would often engage in play and actually used the phrase, 'Let's play like...' Later, I noticed my own adolescent children engaging in those juvenile activities but the phrase had become, 'Let's pretend...' I suppose as time marches on lingo can become more sophisticated. The play-like-pretend games find children emulating others, usually those perceived as heroes. This is the 'copier's' expressed desire to do good and be of some greater virtue. As we grow older, we cease playing those 'pretend' games for the most part but we none-the-less aspire to achieve and or elevate our status and persona.
My role as an educator and high school coach for nearly forty-years positioned me to address this basic human desire and I did; I used the 'building-block' approach to accomplish this objective. One can find success stories in every field of endeavor. The story may last indefinitely but the story-maker is on borrowed time as are we all. Before the hour-glass sand runs its course, I believe that we should seize the opportunity to 'lift and salute' the achiever; the doer of good! As we honor and publicly salute the achiever, I firmly believe that we lay the foundation for others to pattern after, match or even surpass...and thus the positive building block effect improves the human condition.
I spearheaded efforts to establish a Hall-of-Fame recognition ceremony and HOF Room for the sport achievers at Jacksonville high school. Also, in joint cooperation with the Jacksonville Rotary Club, we established a Scholar-Athlete annual awards banquet recognition night to honor student-athletes, succeeding in sport and academics, from some 51- West-Central Illinois high schools.
Throughout my previous 12-years tenure as coordinator of the Decatur Boys' Thanksgiving Basketball Tournament, I have brought to the arena (court) numerous individuals for public recognition and acknowledgement for various accomplishments or community service.
This brings me to my current effort. I am attempting to motivate the powers that be to name a Decatur school district baseball field after Decatur Eisenhower graduate and former Major League Baseball player, Bill Madlock. Why? Bill Madlock won four (4) National League batting titles during his career. To put that in a prospective, Hall-of-Fame great, Stan Musial won seven (7) National League batting titles.
The fact that Bill Madlock is African-American is significant to me; perhaps some adolescent Decatur boys of every color, who are 'pretending' to be MLB players, can envision and strive for that goal more passionately when they play-ball on the 'Bill Madlock Field.'
My role as an educator and high school coach for nearly forty-years positioned me to address this basic human desire and I did; I used the 'building-block' approach to accomplish this objective. One can find success stories in every field of endeavor. The story may last indefinitely but the story-maker is on borrowed time as are we all. Before the hour-glass sand runs its course, I believe that we should seize the opportunity to 'lift and salute' the achiever; the doer of good! As we honor and publicly salute the achiever, I firmly believe that we lay the foundation for others to pattern after, match or even surpass...and thus the positive building block effect improves the human condition.
I spearheaded efforts to establish a Hall-of-Fame recognition ceremony and HOF Room for the sport achievers at Jacksonville high school. Also, in joint cooperation with the Jacksonville Rotary Club, we established a Scholar-Athlete annual awards banquet recognition night to honor student-athletes, succeeding in sport and academics, from some 51- West-Central Illinois high schools.
Throughout my previous 12-years tenure as coordinator of the Decatur Boys' Thanksgiving Basketball Tournament, I have brought to the arena (court) numerous individuals for public recognition and acknowledgement for various accomplishments or community service.
This brings me to my current effort. I am attempting to motivate the powers that be to name a Decatur school district baseball field after Decatur Eisenhower graduate and former Major League Baseball player, Bill Madlock. Why? Bill Madlock won four (4) National League batting titles during his career. To put that in a prospective, Hall-of-Fame great, Stan Musial won seven (7) National League batting titles.
The fact that Bill Madlock is African-American is significant to me; perhaps some adolescent Decatur boys of every color, who are 'pretending' to be MLB players, can envision and strive for that goal more passionately when they play-ball on the 'Bill Madlock Field.'
Friday, January 4, 2013
Call Them Like You See Them!
Collinsville, Illinois is a community of some fine people. My parents lived in Collinsville and operated a restaurant for a number of years. My Father was very active in Collinsville Service Clubs. My wife and I purchased a home along the Route 157 bluffs in Collinsville and lived there a few years while coaching at Edwardsville high school.
My personal history with Collinsville began as a high school baseball and basketball player participating in the Southwestern Conference where Collinsville High and East St. Louis High were competing members. I mentioned that I coached at Edwardsville high school and they, too were SWC members. It is fair to state that I have a long history with Collinsville. Did I mention that Collinsville has some fine folks? Well, Collinsville is also plagued with some folks who are totally absorbed in 'self!' When folks view the world through self-righteous lenses, they completely turn me off.
Okay, let me cut to the chase. Several years ago, the Collinsville boys basketball team participated under the first of a two-year contract in the Decatur Public Schools Thanksgiving basketball tourney. (Please note that I have coordinated this event for the Decatur School District for a dozen years). Collinsville was over matched and defeated soundly three straight games. The Collinsvlle basketball coach requested that I release them from the second year contractual commitment because they were 'in over their heads.' I accommodated those wishes without any financial fine for vacating the contract. It was the 'right' thing to do.
During this past Christmas season, I was in the Collinsville area for my Mother's wake visitation and funeral. After her funeral, I attended the Collinsville Tournament to watch my son's Granite City team compete. Our youngest daughter, husband and two children did the same before returning to their Jacksonville home. The individual who was that basketball coach 'wanting' out of that contract years back is now Collinsville's athletics director. He gave my daughter a hassle about the manner in which the Granite City coach listed names on his pass list and did not allow my daughter and three-family members free-pass-gate admission.
I addressed the matter with the Collinsville athletics director upon learning about it. In no uncertain terms and with succinct verbal expressions, I reminded him of 'doing' the right thing as did I allowing him 'out' of that contract years earlier. His response: "That was your choice, you didn't have to do that."
Did I mention that Collinsville has some fine people; they really do!
PS. I allowed one week to pass and then I telephoned the Collinsvlle high school Principal. The spirit of the conversation was to explain what happened and urge the Principal to have a 'mentoring' session with his athletics director. It is unimportant determining who is right but more important to GET IT RIGHT! As I suggested to the Principal; it is not often that educational administrators have the opportunity to be a 'hero;' seize the moment.
My personal history with Collinsville began as a high school baseball and basketball player participating in the Southwestern Conference where Collinsville High and East St. Louis High were competing members. I mentioned that I coached at Edwardsville high school and they, too were SWC members. It is fair to state that I have a long history with Collinsville. Did I mention that Collinsville has some fine folks? Well, Collinsville is also plagued with some folks who are totally absorbed in 'self!' When folks view the world through self-righteous lenses, they completely turn me off.
Okay, let me cut to the chase. Several years ago, the Collinsville boys basketball team participated under the first of a two-year contract in the Decatur Public Schools Thanksgiving basketball tourney. (Please note that I have coordinated this event for the Decatur School District for a dozen years). Collinsville was over matched and defeated soundly three straight games. The Collinsvlle basketball coach requested that I release them from the second year contractual commitment because they were 'in over their heads.' I accommodated those wishes without any financial fine for vacating the contract. It was the 'right' thing to do.
During this past Christmas season, I was in the Collinsville area for my Mother's wake visitation and funeral. After her funeral, I attended the Collinsville Tournament to watch my son's Granite City team compete. Our youngest daughter, husband and two children did the same before returning to their Jacksonville home. The individual who was that basketball coach 'wanting' out of that contract years back is now Collinsville's athletics director. He gave my daughter a hassle about the manner in which the Granite City coach listed names on his pass list and did not allow my daughter and three-family members free-pass-gate admission.
I addressed the matter with the Collinsville athletics director upon learning about it. In no uncertain terms and with succinct verbal expressions, I reminded him of 'doing' the right thing as did I allowing him 'out' of that contract years earlier. His response: "That was your choice, you didn't have to do that."
Did I mention that Collinsville has some fine people; they really do!
PS. I allowed one week to pass and then I telephoned the Collinsvlle high school Principal. The spirit of the conversation was to explain what happened and urge the Principal to have a 'mentoring' session with his athletics director. It is unimportant determining who is right but more important to GET IT RIGHT! As I suggested to the Principal; it is not often that educational administrators have the opportunity to be a 'hero;' seize the moment.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Time is Fleeting
I suppose it is one of those thoughts that surface when we 'closeout' the old and bring in the 'New Year.' I speak of my mind's tendency to reflect. I was engaged in one of those reflective moments last night as I began to make a mental list of those folks who impacted my life to the extent that those interpersonal collisions created most of what I did!
Actually, I made two lists on the subject: one list included family; the second list did not. First, I offer the 'impact-list' with family: (1) My father nurtured that seed-growth in sport-play and do it without complaint. (2) My Mother was that guidepost in manners and 'how' to treat women. (3) My maternal grandmother (Mammy) was the constant Biblical Scriptures voice in my head.
(4) My paternal grandmother (Rosedelle) demonstrated that 'silent-strength' in the most difficult circumstance. (5) E.V. Bennett (maternal grandfather) offered the 'good-nature;' don't take yourself too seriously demeanor. (6) Bob "Moe' Croak, a first cousin was a nut about the game of baseball. He was three years my senior but I always enjoyed being around him because he was so 'upbeat.' I must have bee about nine years old when Cousin Bob rode his bike into Grandpa E. V. Bennett;s driveway yelling at me to follow him to the local baseball sandlot where the Rosemont 'Rangers' were to play the Washington Park 'Flyers.' The 'Rangers' were one player short and I was the designated right fielder. Although, slightly intimidated by the older players that day, I was smitten by the competition and my life's direction changed on that hot summer sandlot game day! Thanks, Bob.
The aforementioned blueprint and anchored foundation was taken into my public journey only to be impacted by others; here is that second impact list: (1) Mr. Jim Spickard, a little league baseball coach repeatedly explained the connection between sport competition and life. (2) Pick Dehner asked me to drop out of high school for one semester so that I would not graduate in mid-year thus keeping intact two back-to-back basketball seasons. Because of this maneuvering, I gained a sport scholarship and a free college education. (3) Ray Sonnenberg, a YMCA Director hired me to work the East St. Louis summer Y Camps. His methods of interpersonal communication skills rubbed off. (4) Illinois State basketball coach, Jim Collie. He recruited me and took special interest in my career development as a 'Coach.' (5) My wife, Gerry. I place her on this list because she did not start out as family. We dated for seven (7) years before we married and we shall mark our fifty-third anniversary come June. Her sincerity and love for others is a standard, which I can only aspire to achieve!
I would hope this blog would cause you to 'make-a-list.' Once you finish with the list (s) consider telephoning or writing those still alive on your list and thank them; some, I waited too long to contact.
Actually, I made two lists on the subject: one list included family; the second list did not. First, I offer the 'impact-list' with family: (1) My father nurtured that seed-growth in sport-play and do it without complaint. (2) My Mother was that guidepost in manners and 'how' to treat women. (3) My maternal grandmother (Mammy) was the constant Biblical Scriptures voice in my head.
(4) My paternal grandmother (Rosedelle) demonstrated that 'silent-strength' in the most difficult circumstance. (5) E.V. Bennett (maternal grandfather) offered the 'good-nature;' don't take yourself too seriously demeanor. (6) Bob "Moe' Croak, a first cousin was a nut about the game of baseball. He was three years my senior but I always enjoyed being around him because he was so 'upbeat.' I must have bee about nine years old when Cousin Bob rode his bike into Grandpa E. V. Bennett;s driveway yelling at me to follow him to the local baseball sandlot where the Rosemont 'Rangers' were to play the Washington Park 'Flyers.' The 'Rangers' were one player short and I was the designated right fielder. Although, slightly intimidated by the older players that day, I was smitten by the competition and my life's direction changed on that hot summer sandlot game day! Thanks, Bob.
The aforementioned blueprint and anchored foundation was taken into my public journey only to be impacted by others; here is that second impact list: (1) Mr. Jim Spickard, a little league baseball coach repeatedly explained the connection between sport competition and life. (2) Pick Dehner asked me to drop out of high school for one semester so that I would not graduate in mid-year thus keeping intact two back-to-back basketball seasons. Because of this maneuvering, I gained a sport scholarship and a free college education. (3) Ray Sonnenberg, a YMCA Director hired me to work the East St. Louis summer Y Camps. His methods of interpersonal communication skills rubbed off. (4) Illinois State basketball coach, Jim Collie. He recruited me and took special interest in my career development as a 'Coach.' (5) My wife, Gerry. I place her on this list because she did not start out as family. We dated for seven (7) years before we married and we shall mark our fifty-third anniversary come June. Her sincerity and love for others is a standard, which I can only aspire to achieve!
I would hope this blog would cause you to 'make-a-list.' Once you finish with the list (s) consider telephoning or writing those still alive on your list and thank them; some, I waited too long to contact.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
It's a Legacy Thing
I know of no 48-hour time period within the span of one-year, which causes me such a vast range in emotional feelings as does that of December 31st and January 1st! My head swims with moments of reflections of a year past and the potential yet growing uncertainty anticipated in a new 12-month setting.
One thing that perpetuates this cross-hairs/ head-spinning of the previous year's recall as it clashes with the dubious uncertainties of tomorrow is the plethora of television programming explanations of what happened and the predictions of what's happenin'. Surely, we who have celebrated numerous New Year's revelries pause in our tracks as we note the many of contemporaries relinquishing this journey. On an even more personal level, do we not falter with hesitation counting and remembering the names of family and friends departing our midst in these past 365 days?
As I sort through and negotiate this human maze, I always come to the same conclusion; this experience man references as 'life' has and will forever be about birth, re-birth and hope, which survives through our service to others. I share with you these personal moments with my recently deceased Mother. In her very latter years, I watched my Mother's strength evaporate, her beautiful body endure the ravages of age with accompanying maladies and the confiscation of her dignity. I recall many times during this period when she would say, "I am tired and old, my love ones and friends are all gone; my body denies my wishes, I wish to go home; why doesn't HE take me? During these personal conversations, I would tell my mother: "Mom, God still has plans for you here, perhaps you have another life to touch in HIS name." Oh, she would always agree with my counter and the moment would give way to another conversation topic.
The very last lucid verbal interaction with this lady, my greatest gift, was three days before she passed. I spoke to her on the telephone and she said, "Oh, honey I am so depressed at times." I immediately but firmly interrupted her thought refusing to allow her to run with that feeling but interjected, "Mom, you cannot give way to that emotion; you must ask your Lord to hold your hand for these final steps!" Before another judges those words that I expressed to my Mom, please note that those were words I heard from my Mother's lips many years ago. It's a legacy thing!
Oh, 2013? I know that my God has plans for me and I have some plans, also; together they will happen in this New Year!
One thing that perpetuates this cross-hairs/ head-spinning of the previous year's recall as it clashes with the dubious uncertainties of tomorrow is the plethora of television programming explanations of what happened and the predictions of what's happenin'. Surely, we who have celebrated numerous New Year's revelries pause in our tracks as we note the many of contemporaries relinquishing this journey. On an even more personal level, do we not falter with hesitation counting and remembering the names of family and friends departing our midst in these past 365 days?
As I sort through and negotiate this human maze, I always come to the same conclusion; this experience man references as 'life' has and will forever be about birth, re-birth and hope, which survives through our service to others. I share with you these personal moments with my recently deceased Mother. In her very latter years, I watched my Mother's strength evaporate, her beautiful body endure the ravages of age with accompanying maladies and the confiscation of her dignity. I recall many times during this period when she would say, "I am tired and old, my love ones and friends are all gone; my body denies my wishes, I wish to go home; why doesn't HE take me? During these personal conversations, I would tell my mother: "Mom, God still has plans for you here, perhaps you have another life to touch in HIS name." Oh, she would always agree with my counter and the moment would give way to another conversation topic.
The very last lucid verbal interaction with this lady, my greatest gift, was three days before she passed. I spoke to her on the telephone and she said, "Oh, honey I am so depressed at times." I immediately but firmly interrupted her thought refusing to allow her to run with that feeling but interjected, "Mom, you cannot give way to that emotion; you must ask your Lord to hold your hand for these final steps!" Before another judges those words that I expressed to my Mom, please note that those were words I heard from my Mother's lips many years ago. It's a legacy thing!
Oh, 2013? I know that my God has plans for me and I have some plans, also; together they will happen in this New Year!
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