Gerry and I attended Maundy Thursday Church Service last night at Decatur's Grace United Methodist Church. I was thinking during the musical prelude to the sermon how this Christian 'Holy Week' must offer a huge target for those agnostics and atheists who poke fun at the events of a crucifixion-death and a resurrection to eternal life, which is advanced by we who believe. Come please, the notion of leaving the grave and 'coming-to-life' is somewhat difficult to put the mind around! Those skeptics will ask the Christian to explain or 'prove' with some scientific evidence or logic how this mysterious concept could possibly happen; we cannot 'prove' anything.
I choose to turn the table on the questioning-skeptic and ask them to 'explain' the winds, the mountain formations, the oceans, creatures that never leave the waters, the beasts that roam the earth, the flight of birds, the thunder and lightning and the likeness yet 'individual' uniqueness of every human past and present. Naysayers and faultfinders who may ridicule this Holy Week, are in fact, significant elements to the Christian tenet that there is a conflict between good and evil and believers have victory through Christ's victory over the grave.
There is another aspect to my position of 'BELIEVING;' Albert Einstein. You all recall that chap. I am guessing that Albert was a rare human who knew most of the 'answers' to most of the questions. He was likely one of the best minds to ever walk this earth. Einstein once said, " He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe of God's mighty handiwork is as good as dead."
Folks, there's a train a comin' be prepared to get on board. Meanwhile, have a Blessed Easter and don't forget to get to church early before all the good seats in the back pews are taken! I wish you a joyous Easter celebration and may your FAITH sustain you always. Don't stay away from those pews; the building (church) will remain 'open' for business every Sunday between Easter and Christmas.
Friday, March 29, 2013
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Man's Best Friends; Dogs & Doctors
THURSDAY, MARCH 28, 2013 POST...
My wife and I took Toy Poodle, 'Yodie' for his annual booster shots and checkup exam. The past 36-years we have taken four (4) different 'Poodles' to the same Jacksonville veterinarian, Dr. 'Ducky" Mallard; not to be confused with my general retired Jacksonville surgeon, Dr.Alfie Mandrake. You might say they are a couple of good ol' 'birds.' My current 'family physician,' Dr. Dutch Duckweed is also efficient and a fine fellow. I truly enjoy my visits with these professionals, although I would rather have my own doctor check my prostate than give my Toy Poodle, Yodie any shots. Yodie always looks at me during those shot moments as if I am betraying his unconditional love.
I have had pet dogs my entire life and cannot imagine life without a dog. Thank goodness, my wife holds the same passion for the little canine creatures. Dogs give a most unique stability to daily life; a perfect unwavering consistency! Please consider the following: Gerry and I have been married for 52-years. You know that we have had disagreements and felt anger towards one another at times. My dog is never mad at me. Contrary, my children think that I am a 'know-it-all' and become frustrated with me; my dog is totally delighted that I know so much, especially his wants and needs. During the 39-years that I coached, I know many parents thought I was mean and perhaps heartless; not 'Yodie.' My dog, if he could talk, would tell you that I am the sweetest most loving person in the world; well, perhaps next to my wife.
I am convinced that my mental health, if not my physical health is enhanced by my canine buddies over the many years and 'Yodie' is just what the doctor ordered for these mellow twilight-years.
I am lucky to have good Doctors although every doctor I have embraces completely diametric political views and attitudes than do I.
One of my 'Duckie' doctors, who will go unidentified, inquired of me recently, "Why are you such a liberal Democrat?" His office assistant was standing nearby and I turned to her and asked, "How long ago was your last pay raise"? She replied, "Three years ago." I then turned to the good doctor and said, "Next question?"
I must stop typing; "Yodie" is scratching at my leg holding his rubber duck in his mouth. He wants to play fight-over-the-duck! . Should you get a dog; you can buy the green rubber ducks at Bass Pro Shop.
My wife and I took Toy Poodle, 'Yodie' for his annual booster shots and checkup exam. The past 36-years we have taken four (4) different 'Poodles' to the same Jacksonville veterinarian, Dr. 'Ducky" Mallard; not to be confused with my general retired Jacksonville surgeon, Dr.Alfie Mandrake. You might say they are a couple of good ol' 'birds.' My current 'family physician,' Dr. Dutch Duckweed is also efficient and a fine fellow. I truly enjoy my visits with these professionals, although I would rather have my own doctor check my prostate than give my Toy Poodle, Yodie any shots. Yodie always looks at me during those shot moments as if I am betraying his unconditional love.
I have had pet dogs my entire life and cannot imagine life without a dog. Thank goodness, my wife holds the same passion for the little canine creatures. Dogs give a most unique stability to daily life; a perfect unwavering consistency! Please consider the following: Gerry and I have been married for 52-years. You know that we have had disagreements and felt anger towards one another at times. My dog is never mad at me. Contrary, my children think that I am a 'know-it-all' and become frustrated with me; my dog is totally delighted that I know so much, especially his wants and needs. During the 39-years that I coached, I know many parents thought I was mean and perhaps heartless; not 'Yodie.' My dog, if he could talk, would tell you that I am the sweetest most loving person in the world; well, perhaps next to my wife.
I am convinced that my mental health, if not my physical health is enhanced by my canine buddies over the many years and 'Yodie' is just what the doctor ordered for these mellow twilight-years.
I am lucky to have good Doctors although every doctor I have embraces completely diametric political views and attitudes than do I.
One of my 'Duckie' doctors, who will go unidentified, inquired of me recently, "Why are you such a liberal Democrat?" His office assistant was standing nearby and I turned to her and asked, "How long ago was your last pay raise"? She replied, "Three years ago." I then turned to the good doctor and said, "Next question?"
I must stop typing; "Yodie" is scratching at my leg holding his rubber duck in his mouth. He wants to play fight-over-the-duck! . Should you get a dog; you can buy the green rubber ducks at Bass Pro Shop.
Hearing Voices
I read a few years ago that the State of New Mexico was attempting to develop a 'talking urinal deodorizing cake' to place in taverns and night clubs. Here is the theory: Men enter the restroom for that final pee after a night of drinking and a sensor in the that little 'pink cake' engages a speaking mechanism. A pre-recorded female voice asks the potentially inebriated party-boy if he should seek a driver. The voice even states that the man's future is 'in his hands;' no pun intended.
Although this is a noble attempt to address the drunken driving problem let me explain why it is Not a Good Idea. Many years ago when coaching, we had a school custodian who nipped-a-little booze while on the job. One morning between classes, I watched the custodian, Billy sweeping the gym floor and suddenly, he dropped his push-broom and jerked his hearing-aid from his ear and placed it to his mouth and began talking into the ear-piece. I immediately thought, this fella is either drunk or lost his mind. As I walked towards him to investigate his behavior, Billy ran from me and locked himself in a closet. After much coaxing, Billy opened the closet and came out. He was hysterical repeating over and over, "They're coming to get me...They're coming to get me." He also kept telling me that they were talking to him over his hearing aid. Evidently, he felt threatened by these imaginary voices. Can we now imagined a drunken fella in a New Mexico night club dealing with a voice coming from a 'urinal cake.'
I got Billy to the doctor's office because it was obvious to me he had DT's. The doctor told me to take Billy to a nearby drug detox hospital perhaps three blocks away.(Note: I was a graduate of Illinois State University where the motto is: "Gladly would he learn and gladly teach." At that moment, I wondered if 'gladly' was so broadly used that it included caring for alcoholic school custodians?)
As I stepped into the hospital elevator, I turned to push the floor-button and when I turned back to face Billy, he was headed out the back door of the elevator; tackling him in the grass area next to the parking lot. H later told people that he never did 'like' me. The lesson here: People may need your help but they don't always appreciate the help; Help them ANYWAY!
My closing point is this: We have heard that drunks some times 'see' pink elephants and hear strange voices. Do we really want a drunk to deal with 'talking' urinal cakes? Furthermore, if talking urinal cakes were a good idea, Bill Gates would offer research monies for the best proposed idea, instead, Gates is offering big bucks for a 'better condom.'
Although this is a noble attempt to address the drunken driving problem let me explain why it is Not a Good Idea. Many years ago when coaching, we had a school custodian who nipped-a-little booze while on the job. One morning between classes, I watched the custodian, Billy sweeping the gym floor and suddenly, he dropped his push-broom and jerked his hearing-aid from his ear and placed it to his mouth and began talking into the ear-piece. I immediately thought, this fella is either drunk or lost his mind. As I walked towards him to investigate his behavior, Billy ran from me and locked himself in a closet. After much coaxing, Billy opened the closet and came out. He was hysterical repeating over and over, "They're coming to get me...They're coming to get me." He also kept telling me that they were talking to him over his hearing aid. Evidently, he felt threatened by these imaginary voices. Can we now imagined a drunken fella in a New Mexico night club dealing with a voice coming from a 'urinal cake.'
I got Billy to the doctor's office because it was obvious to me he had DT's. The doctor told me to take Billy to a nearby drug detox hospital perhaps three blocks away.(Note: I was a graduate of Illinois State University where the motto is: "Gladly would he learn and gladly teach." At that moment, I wondered if 'gladly' was so broadly used that it included caring for alcoholic school custodians?)
As I stepped into the hospital elevator, I turned to push the floor-button and when I turned back to face Billy, he was headed out the back door of the elevator; tackling him in the grass area next to the parking lot. H later told people that he never did 'like' me. The lesson here: People may need your help but they don't always appreciate the help; Help them ANYWAY!
My closing point is this: We have heard that drunks some times 'see' pink elephants and hear strange voices. Do we really want a drunk to deal with 'talking' urinal cakes? Furthermore, if talking urinal cakes were a good idea, Bill Gates would offer research monies for the best proposed idea, instead, Gates is offering big bucks for a 'better condom.'
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
You Matter; Connect the Dots
My life has brought many opportunities and experiences. My emotional investment in children and grandchildren causes me to wish for an endless journey to observe the unfolding of each potential; I know that is not possible, so I asked them to remember this:
The keys to happiness will remain consistent throughout their lifetime...
There will be times when you feel insignificant and conclude erroneously that you cannot make a difference. One must not buy into this cynical attitude; one best serves oneself and others by embracing a spirited attitude and conviction that the world needs everything you have to offer. Adopt the willingness to say, "I Can."
During my life, I noted many who would take their eyes off the objective, lose sight of the the goal and avoid responsibilities claiming some disadvantage 'handicaps'. One should beware not to fall victim to grabbing crutches to explain difficulties or set backs. Make it a practice to 'SEE' a need or a void and commit to filling that chasm without compromising your principles; tell yourself, "I Will do this because IT is The Right Thing to Do and Must be Done,"
Remember that Life comes with NO Guarantees but there are Risks. Anything you attempt can be rejected by others or fall-short of desired outcome. Failure is NOT final but the fear of failure is fast becoming the most paralyzing emotional-malady of our society. You each have talents and you must find courage to apply those talents; fearlessly.
Finally, the happiest people in this world appear to be those people who enter a profession or occupation they truly enjoy and find the time and passion to serve others through some designed outlet. It is important to embrace your journey with dreams and the desire to improve the human condition. Each of us matter profoundly to others. Never forget that the sunset is more enjoyable when shared with a love one. These are simple dots; connect them.
God speed and God Bless
The keys to happiness will remain consistent throughout their lifetime...
There will be times when you feel insignificant and conclude erroneously that you cannot make a difference. One must not buy into this cynical attitude; one best serves oneself and others by embracing a spirited attitude and conviction that the world needs everything you have to offer. Adopt the willingness to say, "I Can."
During my life, I noted many who would take their eyes off the objective, lose sight of the the goal and avoid responsibilities claiming some disadvantage 'handicaps'. One should beware not to fall victim to grabbing crutches to explain difficulties or set backs. Make it a practice to 'SEE' a need or a void and commit to filling that chasm without compromising your principles; tell yourself, "I Will do this because IT is The Right Thing to Do and Must be Done,"
Remember that Life comes with NO Guarantees but there are Risks. Anything you attempt can be rejected by others or fall-short of desired outcome. Failure is NOT final but the fear of failure is fast becoming the most paralyzing emotional-malady of our society. You each have talents and you must find courage to apply those talents; fearlessly.
Finally, the happiest people in this world appear to be those people who enter a profession or occupation they truly enjoy and find the time and passion to serve others through some designed outlet. It is important to embrace your journey with dreams and the desire to improve the human condition. Each of us matter profoundly to others. Never forget that the sunset is more enjoyable when shared with a love one. These are simple dots; connect them.
God speed and God Bless
Monday, March 25, 2013
We are All Behavior Caretakers
The great soul-brother philosopher, Ray Charles once sang the words, "Them that gots are them that gets and I ain't got nothin' yet!" Upon this premise, I base my unwavering belief that no 'economic-trickle-down theory' is plausible. However, I do believe that bad behavior 'does trickle-down from pro-athletes to our youth.' It is a given that young aspiring sport participants, indeed attempt to mimic their sport's celebrity heroes. Why, I recall vividly when every St. Louis area boy of the 1940's and 1950's who played little league baseball would often assume Stan 'The Man' Musial's cork-screw batting stance. I also recall seeing Ted Williams, Boston Red Sox great 'flip-off' a St. Louis 'Bronws fan at old Sportsman Park one summer afternoon; I never did emulate that gesture at my little league game for fear my coach would skin-me-a-live.
At age seventy-four, I look back on a sport involvement of sixty-four years. Add'em up: I document 12-years as a youth/high school/college athlete; 39 years coaching high school sports and 13-years serving as a sport consultant and clinician speaker. On this journey, I have been cognizant of my leadership responsibilities to safe-guard the behavior-posturing of young athletes; it becomes increasing difficult as the obnoxious, self-centered and disrespectful expressions become more and more a part of professional sports and sometimes college contests.
The NFL player today, delights doing end zone dancing after scoring a touchdown; a sack of the quarterback finds the defensive player contorting his body and stalking around or over the fallen victim. An NBA player will slam-a-dunk and then taunt with physical gyrations in the face of the nearby opponent. The baseball home run hitter points to the heavens as if to proclaim God's favor for his swing over the opposing pitcher's delivery. All these self-absorbed attitudes disgust me and they should disgust every parent who wishes his son or daughter to embrace sports to develop personal pride and dignified humility. The professional athlete is paid to score touchdowns, dunk-basketballs and hit home runs. When did disrespecting your opponent become part of our American culture. How dare we make claims of Judea-Christian principles and cheer such obnoxious displays.
I coached over 900 contest and before each, I said a prayer aloud with my players. I asked God to bless the young people participating, thanked him for their health and talents and offered a prayer for those less-fortunate, who could not play. Then I told my guys to return to this dressing room, after the contest, 'spent' in their efforts and be proud therein. When playing a home-game, those players then passed under a dressing-room sign, which read: "RESPECT ALL; FEAR NONE."
At age seventy-four, I look back on a sport involvement of sixty-four years. Add'em up: I document 12-years as a youth/high school/college athlete; 39 years coaching high school sports and 13-years serving as a sport consultant and clinician speaker. On this journey, I have been cognizant of my leadership responsibilities to safe-guard the behavior-posturing of young athletes; it becomes increasing difficult as the obnoxious, self-centered and disrespectful expressions become more and more a part of professional sports and sometimes college contests.
The NFL player today, delights doing end zone dancing after scoring a touchdown; a sack of the quarterback finds the defensive player contorting his body and stalking around or over the fallen victim. An NBA player will slam-a-dunk and then taunt with physical gyrations in the face of the nearby opponent. The baseball home run hitter points to the heavens as if to proclaim God's favor for his swing over the opposing pitcher's delivery. All these self-absorbed attitudes disgust me and they should disgust every parent who wishes his son or daughter to embrace sports to develop personal pride and dignified humility. The professional athlete is paid to score touchdowns, dunk-basketballs and hit home runs. When did disrespecting your opponent become part of our American culture. How dare we make claims of Judea-Christian principles and cheer such obnoxious displays.
I coached over 900 contest and before each, I said a prayer aloud with my players. I asked God to bless the young people participating, thanked him for their health and talents and offered a prayer for those less-fortunate, who could not play. Then I told my guys to return to this dressing room, after the contest, 'spent' in their efforts and be proud therein. When playing a home-game, those players then passed under a dressing-room sign, which read: "RESPECT ALL; FEAR NONE."
Friday, March 22, 2013
Show Me The Money
The expression is crude and perhaps offensive; nevertheless, the statement communicates succinctly and accurately the fundamental premise: "Money talks; bullshit walks!" Anonymous
Please consider the following: The Illinois 'lawmakers' are considering passage of two pieces of legislation while our federal government is prepared to kick another proposed 'bill' to the curb. If enacted into law, all State of Illinois college campuses will be smoke free but NOT gun-free! For a number of years all public buildings and even privately owned businesses are smoke-free 'inside.' However, those smokers that we have become accustom to seeing puffing on cigarettes standing at the corner of a work-building-place must now do without their 'fix' because the entire campus property will be off-limits for smoking. Of course, if our nation was really capable of eliminating those evil cigarettes, our economy would be in big trouble losing the sales tax! Illinois receives approximately $350 million annually in cigarette sales tax, which is 'matched' by a federal grant bringing the yearly 'take' to $700 million; we best be careful the manner in which, we treat our benevolent smokers.
Many states have the 'concealed and carry' gun law and now Illinois embraces the debate. This law allows residence to carry concealed lethal weapons while our federal government lawmakers refuse to tackle semi-automatic mass-murdering weapons on our streets and in the hands of anybody. It would appear that the near future we will cultivate a college campus environment free of second-hand smoke but subject toa greater risk of random and impromptu shootings; of course, 'guns don't kill people; people kill people.' Then again, autos don't kill, careless drivers kill, cell phones don't kill but distracted driver's kill and 32 oz sugar drinks don't kill people but glutinous consumption kills people.
The real driving force behind laws enacted and laws scrubbed is found in that 'crude' premise statement at the top."Yhe best things in life are free but you can giv'em to the birds and bees, I need money; that's what I need." Barrett Sterong
I have been forthcoming in acknowledging my Democrat political persuasion. This does not suggest that I am always proud to be a Democrat. Regarding their lack of piss and vinegar to square-off fight with the NRA concerning gun-control; Democrats are hypocritical and weak in conviction.
The horrific visual picture of 20 first-grade babies' bodies riddled with high powered bullets has faded from our moral conscientiousness and society's passion to see gun-control laws enacted wanes with the March Madness college basketball tourney and planning summer vacations; after all life goes on...well, for some it goes on!! Shame on our self-absorption and sell-out.
Please consider the following: The Illinois 'lawmakers' are considering passage of two pieces of legislation while our federal government is prepared to kick another proposed 'bill' to the curb. If enacted into law, all State of Illinois college campuses will be smoke free but NOT gun-free! For a number of years all public buildings and even privately owned businesses are smoke-free 'inside.' However, those smokers that we have become accustom to seeing puffing on cigarettes standing at the corner of a work-building-place must now do without their 'fix' because the entire campus property will be off-limits for smoking. Of course, if our nation was really capable of eliminating those evil cigarettes, our economy would be in big trouble losing the sales tax! Illinois receives approximately $350 million annually in cigarette sales tax, which is 'matched' by a federal grant bringing the yearly 'take' to $700 million; we best be careful the manner in which, we treat our benevolent smokers.
Many states have the 'concealed and carry' gun law and now Illinois embraces the debate. This law allows residence to carry concealed lethal weapons while our federal government lawmakers refuse to tackle semi-automatic mass-murdering weapons on our streets and in the hands of anybody. It would appear that the near future we will cultivate a college campus environment free of second-hand smoke but subject toa greater risk of random and impromptu shootings; of course, 'guns don't kill people; people kill people.' Then again, autos don't kill, careless drivers kill, cell phones don't kill but distracted driver's kill and 32 oz sugar drinks don't kill people but glutinous consumption kills people.
The real driving force behind laws enacted and laws scrubbed is found in that 'crude' premise statement at the top."Yhe best things in life are free but you can giv'em to the birds and bees, I need money; that's what I need." Barrett Sterong
I have been forthcoming in acknowledging my Democrat political persuasion. This does not suggest that I am always proud to be a Democrat. Regarding their lack of piss and vinegar to square-off fight with the NRA concerning gun-control; Democrats are hypocritical and weak in conviction.
The horrific visual picture of 20 first-grade babies' bodies riddled with high powered bullets has faded from our moral conscientiousness and society's passion to see gun-control laws enacted wanes with the March Madness college basketball tourney and planning summer vacations; after all life goes on...well, for some it goes on!! Shame on our self-absorption and sell-out.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Failing Our Youth
On a recent television 'talk-show' a Psychologist with an advanced degree in 'behavior-science' said that today's American youth appear void of a 'proper-behavior-filter.' Really??? I wonder what was the (giveaway) clue???
A 'filter' is defined as some mechanism/device, which 'makes pure.' I am now wondering what changed the American youth purification-system. All I know is what I know from that which I lived or observed. Therefore, I shall jump into the conversation... you knew that I would!
To illustrate my point, I shall comment on just one current event happening very soon; EASTER. Consider how American 'youth' observe the centuries old Christian celebration of the resurrection of Jesus Christ; everybody knows the Christian story of the Crucifixion and the Resurrection. When I was counted amongst the American youth, I recall the Thursday (before Easter Sunday); I attended an evening MaundyThursday worship service. There was no school Good Friday and no school activities were scheduled. Usually, I attended some kind of community-wide mid-day Good Friday service. Easter Sunday, I attended morning worship, either sunrise or regular. There was 'No' school on Monday but come Tuesday, I was packing egg-salad sandwiches for school lunches the rest of the week. I can make the case that one such week held many 'filter building' elements.
Today's youth may attend Easter Sunday Church, however I seriously doubt any 'other' religious associated activities are part of their now WEEK-LONG Easter break. Many parents are planning family get-a-ways for a long-weekend and the college-age kid is drunk on some Florida beach hoping they can remember the orgy next morning.
What changed was parenting attitudes. All parents, yours truly included, are guilty of trying to make life better for their kids than what they had as kids. Unfortunately, many parents catch the wrong train and end up 'making life easier' for the kid and as the child basks in raining-entitlements their behavior-filter gets a tad bit rusty!!!
Do your own youth (generations) comparisons; I may have it wrong.
We allow children to 'have' access before they are mature enough to negotiate the waters. Teenagers get drunk at a high school party and a young girl is sexually violated. Rape charges end with two boys found guilty and facing incarceration. Other youngsters 'text' death threats to the rape victim who pressed the charges. You can bet the farm that all those kids have cars, an iPhone, designer clothes, pleasing-parents incapable of saying 'NO' and yet ready to write a check and defend any appalling and offensive behavior.
The rules, responsibilities and expectations placed upon me, as a child/teen, gave me a moral 'do-right' compass, which became my teenage and adult behavior-filter. Of course, my generation of youth benefited from three institutions passing-out those behavior-blueprints; parents, Church and school. It is not the case in 2013.
A 'filter' is defined as some mechanism/device, which 'makes pure.' I am now wondering what changed the American youth purification-system. All I know is what I know from that which I lived or observed. Therefore, I shall jump into the conversation... you knew that I would!
To illustrate my point, I shall comment on just one current event happening very soon; EASTER. Consider how American 'youth' observe the centuries old Christian celebration of the resurrection of Jesus Christ; everybody knows the Christian story of the Crucifixion and the Resurrection. When I was counted amongst the American youth, I recall the Thursday (before Easter Sunday); I attended an evening MaundyThursday worship service. There was no school Good Friday and no school activities were scheduled. Usually, I attended some kind of community-wide mid-day Good Friday service. Easter Sunday, I attended morning worship, either sunrise or regular. There was 'No' school on Monday but come Tuesday, I was packing egg-salad sandwiches for school lunches the rest of the week. I can make the case that one such week held many 'filter building' elements.
Today's youth may attend Easter Sunday Church, however I seriously doubt any 'other' religious associated activities are part of their now WEEK-LONG Easter break. Many parents are planning family get-a-ways for a long-weekend and the college-age kid is drunk on some Florida beach hoping they can remember the orgy next morning.
What changed was parenting attitudes. All parents, yours truly included, are guilty of trying to make life better for their kids than what they had as kids. Unfortunately, many parents catch the wrong train and end up 'making life easier' for the kid and as the child basks in raining-entitlements their behavior-filter gets a tad bit rusty!!!
Do your own youth (generations) comparisons; I may have it wrong.
We allow children to 'have' access before they are mature enough to negotiate the waters. Teenagers get drunk at a high school party and a young girl is sexually violated. Rape charges end with two boys found guilty and facing incarceration. Other youngsters 'text' death threats to the rape victim who pressed the charges. You can bet the farm that all those kids have cars, an iPhone, designer clothes, pleasing-parents incapable of saying 'NO' and yet ready to write a check and defend any appalling and offensive behavior.
The rules, responsibilities and expectations placed upon me, as a child/teen, gave me a moral 'do-right' compass, which became my teenage and adult behavior-filter. Of course, my generation of youth benefited from three institutions passing-out those behavior-blueprints; parents, Church and school. It is not the case in 2013.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Let'em Play !
The following is a reprint of a letter that I sent to my adult children. I share with the reader who may find some perspective regarding youth sport participation and those difficult pressures that adults create.
October 2, 2007
Dear Parents of My Grandkids:
Recent conversations with you causes me to pen these thoughts. I understand how parents can become frustrated, angered and hurt by comments made by many adults who attend youth sport contests. I have heard those mean-spirited comments, which are directed towards coaches, officials and players. We all understand that unbridled passion is often part of the fanatic's (fan's) fabric. Too often sport fans allow themselves to invest in local and national teams with great identification and thus live vicariously through the successes and failures of these teams.
The sport fan is your best friend, the next door neighbor, the mailman and the family seated in the pew next to you Sunday mornings. They often get carried away and make comments uncharacteristic of civil behavior. The comments may curse others, point fingers' of blame and criticize others' children or love ones. Many fans (parents) of local teams become misguided; they are ecstatic in victory and consumed with anger when defeated. The parent of a participating child who may not be the centerpiece' of the team can sometimes lose all perspective.
Have a conversation with your participating child and prepare him/her to ignore such poor fan behavior. Make certain that your child understands that sport-game 'outcomes' DO NOT define anyone. Tell my grandchildren that sport may build character but without exception sport DOES REVEAL character!
I suggest that you sit away from the loud mouth fan but be proactive to express dismay to youth sport organization leaders when any unsportsmanlike behavior occurs; authorities should respond.
If my grandchild is not playing hard, following instructions and having fun, please let me know so that I may avoid attendance.
Love,
"Boompa"
October 2, 2007
Dear Parents of My Grandkids:
Recent conversations with you causes me to pen these thoughts. I understand how parents can become frustrated, angered and hurt by comments made by many adults who attend youth sport contests. I have heard those mean-spirited comments, which are directed towards coaches, officials and players. We all understand that unbridled passion is often part of the fanatic's (fan's) fabric. Too often sport fans allow themselves to invest in local and national teams with great identification and thus live vicariously through the successes and failures of these teams.
The sport fan is your best friend, the next door neighbor, the mailman and the family seated in the pew next to you Sunday mornings. They often get carried away and make comments uncharacteristic of civil behavior. The comments may curse others, point fingers' of blame and criticize others' children or love ones. Many fans (parents) of local teams become misguided; they are ecstatic in victory and consumed with anger when defeated. The parent of a participating child who may not be the centerpiece' of the team can sometimes lose all perspective.
Have a conversation with your participating child and prepare him/her to ignore such poor fan behavior. Make certain that your child understands that sport-game 'outcomes' DO NOT define anyone. Tell my grandchildren that sport may build character but without exception sport DOES REVEAL character!
I suggest that you sit away from the loud mouth fan but be proactive to express dismay to youth sport organization leaders when any unsportsmanlike behavior occurs; authorities should respond.
If my grandchild is not playing hard, following instructions and having fun, please let me know so that I may avoid attendance.
Love,
"Boompa"
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Sin & Forgiveness; The Reality!!
I spotted a highway billboard, which stated, "A Church for THIS Generation." The billboard also held a huge photo of what appeared to be a very handsome family; one would think perhaps it was the Preacher, his wife and kids or the Brady Bunch. Let's agree that the ad suggests three factors: (1) Jesus, (2) Church and (3) followers (church people). However, Lo' and Behold, there is NOW a Church for THIS GENERATION. This can only mean that churches of the past fell short serving or possibly folks of this twenty-first century have more sophisticated needs; we must offer a different religion for new folks comprising THIS generation.
I am left wondering what changed to create this need for the now generation. As I began considering possibilities, I immediately determined that it was NOT Jesus who changed. His message has been consistent over all generations. I then imagined that the Church of my past had it all wrong and thus a change was in order. Shall we be honest and agree that most things change in our society for three reasons:(1) a desire to make money, (2) to find comfort and/or (3) an addictive glutinous.
Upon a personal reflective review of the Methodist Church from my youth to today's United Methodist Church, I note the following: In the 1940's and 1950's, we John Wesley folks had Sunday School on the Sabbath followed by Sunday morning worship service and Sunday evening service. The youngsters returned Monday night for MYF, aka, Methodist Youth Fellowship. Tuesday night my Mammy (maternal grandmother) met with the WCTU, aka, Women's Christian Temperance Union. Wednesday evening was mid-week prayer meeting night. I suppose the Methodist church held five ice cream socials a year, a dozen various family potluck dinners and a minimum four revivals; I especially liked the revivals held under tents when I could watch old ladies fan themselves in the hot July East Sr. Louis summer with those funeral fans. When it rained the mosquitoes were in picnic heaven.
It was those 'hell-fire-damnation' sermons that caused church attendees to squirm in the pews and feel as nervous as a cat in a room filled with rocking chairs.You soon began losing Sunday morning crowds. Let's face it, no one wants to hear that 'if you don't change your ways, brother and sister you are going to spend an eternity in the fires of HELL!'
The NEW Church for the NOW generation conducts all kinds of activities for children that would cause parents to bust their buttons. The 'New" Church strokes pew-dwellers with sugar-coated up-lifting words of assurance. The birth of the "FEEL GOOD SERMON and church for the NEW generation has large movie screens, a stage filled with musical instruments once associated with those 'Rock & Roll' bands that my parents and grandparents cautioned me as 'the Devil's music.
Back in the day, after the hell-fire-damnation sermon the Preacher gave an 'alter-call' for folks to 'come forward' and repent of their sins and thus 'be saved'. Today, my NEW generation Methodist Church offers for me to come forward and randomly pick a name from a container on the alter to then meet someones prayer request. It makes me feel good to pray for 'others;' God only knows how others need prayer...will you all pray for me?
These days I must leave a few minutes earlier for church so that I can grab a donut and cup of coffee in the parlor and still get one of those better seats in the back-pew.
I am left wondering what changed to create this need for the now generation. As I began considering possibilities, I immediately determined that it was NOT Jesus who changed. His message has been consistent over all generations. I then imagined that the Church of my past had it all wrong and thus a change was in order. Shall we be honest and agree that most things change in our society for three reasons:(1) a desire to make money, (2) to find comfort and/or (3) an addictive glutinous.
Upon a personal reflective review of the Methodist Church from my youth to today's United Methodist Church, I note the following: In the 1940's and 1950's, we John Wesley folks had Sunday School on the Sabbath followed by Sunday morning worship service and Sunday evening service. The youngsters returned Monday night for MYF, aka, Methodist Youth Fellowship. Tuesday night my Mammy (maternal grandmother) met with the WCTU, aka, Women's Christian Temperance Union. Wednesday evening was mid-week prayer meeting night. I suppose the Methodist church held five ice cream socials a year, a dozen various family potluck dinners and a minimum four revivals; I especially liked the revivals held under tents when I could watch old ladies fan themselves in the hot July East Sr. Louis summer with those funeral fans. When it rained the mosquitoes were in picnic heaven.
It was those 'hell-fire-damnation' sermons that caused church attendees to squirm in the pews and feel as nervous as a cat in a room filled with rocking chairs.You soon began losing Sunday morning crowds. Let's face it, no one wants to hear that 'if you don't change your ways, brother and sister you are going to spend an eternity in the fires of HELL!'
The NEW Church for the NOW generation conducts all kinds of activities for children that would cause parents to bust their buttons. The 'New" Church strokes pew-dwellers with sugar-coated up-lifting words of assurance. The birth of the "FEEL GOOD SERMON and church for the NEW generation has large movie screens, a stage filled with musical instruments once associated with those 'Rock & Roll' bands that my parents and grandparents cautioned me as 'the Devil's music.
Back in the day, after the hell-fire-damnation sermon the Preacher gave an 'alter-call' for folks to 'come forward' and repent of their sins and thus 'be saved'. Today, my NEW generation Methodist Church offers for me to come forward and randomly pick a name from a container on the alter to then meet someones prayer request. It makes me feel good to pray for 'others;' God only knows how others need prayer...will you all pray for me?
These days I must leave a few minutes earlier for church so that I can grab a donut and cup of coffee in the parlor and still get one of those better seats in the back-pew.
Monday, March 18, 2013
Thinking 'Outside the Box'
The new mini-series, "the Bible" has generated some conversation about the 'greatest story ever told.' I suppose that I have seen many of the movie and television portrayals of this epic Christian phenomenon. I recall many of the movies, especially, "The Robe," "The Ten Commandments" and "Jesus of Nazareth." I like these historical stories to 'come alive' on the screens; I believe that it is the best vehicles to reach the minds of young people.
Often times such movie and T. V. presentations send me to the Bible to 'look-up' or investigate various passages. However, it was my neighbor's recent comment that had me paging my King James version. My neighbor fella was beside himself a few months ago when he reported that his two second-cousins married one another. He adamantly cursed the notion saying,"It ain't right to marry within bloodlines, it says so in the Bible!" Well, I searched the book of Genesis and for the life of me, I could not find a passage addressing the matter. I am not a Biblical scholar and I know very few absolutes. Nonetheless, I am certain that if one subscribes to the evolution theory of creationism then one must accept the idea that Cain begot an offspring with a bloodline relative. That's correct, Enoch was the child of Adam and Eve's children. This means the global family tree is a 'trunk.' Then again, there is the possibility that God with His infinite powers may have created this universe and all people with deeper mysteries beyond any human knowledge, including the prophets. Personally, I subscribe to that latter notion and God will reveal or not reveal the mystery as He chooses.
While searching through the Bible last evening, I read that passage about how we will always have 'wars and rumors of wars.' This premise caused me to ponder solutions to societal problems. Let's suppose we adopt the "Old Folks' War Plan." Suppose that we have an international agreement that ALL nations will use only troops who are both men and women over the age of 62. Don't laugh or think the idea is silly; it has great upsides. Our war casualties suddenly reduce the number causing increased health care costs...there, that problem is solved! We also free up a greater number of 'up-close' parking spaces at Wal Mart, which are now used for excessive handicap spots. Finally, old people, as yours truly, enjoy traveling and seeing world sights but we are on fixed incomes; this government funded Old Folks War Plan would pay for my travel expenses.
Perhaps you find a flaw in this approach based on old-folks sight problems and dexterity-deficiencies, which might minimize efficient gun-aiming; keep in mind that the targets would be slow moving. Of course, there IS a better War Plan...have mothers' rule all nations and then note the number of military conflicts and rumors of conflict.
Often times such movie and T. V. presentations send me to the Bible to 'look-up' or investigate various passages. However, it was my neighbor's recent comment that had me paging my King James version. My neighbor fella was beside himself a few months ago when he reported that his two second-cousins married one another. He adamantly cursed the notion saying,"It ain't right to marry within bloodlines, it says so in the Bible!" Well, I searched the book of Genesis and for the life of me, I could not find a passage addressing the matter. I am not a Biblical scholar and I know very few absolutes. Nonetheless, I am certain that if one subscribes to the evolution theory of creationism then one must accept the idea that Cain begot an offspring with a bloodline relative. That's correct, Enoch was the child of Adam and Eve's children. This means the global family tree is a 'trunk.' Then again, there is the possibility that God with His infinite powers may have created this universe and all people with deeper mysteries beyond any human knowledge, including the prophets. Personally, I subscribe to that latter notion and God will reveal or not reveal the mystery as He chooses.
While searching through the Bible last evening, I read that passage about how we will always have 'wars and rumors of wars.' This premise caused me to ponder solutions to societal problems. Let's suppose we adopt the "Old Folks' War Plan." Suppose that we have an international agreement that ALL nations will use only troops who are both men and women over the age of 62. Don't laugh or think the idea is silly; it has great upsides. Our war casualties suddenly reduce the number causing increased health care costs...there, that problem is solved! We also free up a greater number of 'up-close' parking spaces at Wal Mart, which are now used for excessive handicap spots. Finally, old people, as yours truly, enjoy traveling and seeing world sights but we are on fixed incomes; this government funded Old Folks War Plan would pay for my travel expenses.
Perhaps you find a flaw in this approach based on old-folks sight problems and dexterity-deficiencies, which might minimize efficient gun-aiming; keep in mind that the targets would be slow moving. Of course, there IS a better War Plan...have mothers' rule all nations and then note the number of military conflicts and rumors of conflict.
Friday, March 15, 2013
Laugh and Enjoy When You May
My wife and I have lived in Decatur for 15-plus years. Our daily routine is somewhat predictable. I get up about 6:30A.M. and go downstairs to make coffee and read the morning newspaper. After the news read, I post my blog. At 8:00AM., I take breakfast to my wife in bed. Breakfast is usually cereal, juice and coffee. We watch a couple of television news spots and then play 'our morning bedroom game. Don't jump to any nonsense conclusions; we take turns reading the days newspaper clebraties' birthday mentions. The other day, she read the name saying, "Hall of Fame 'baseball' player, Michael Jordan." I answered, "I don't know hall of fame baseball player, Michael Jordan." Well, my wife laughed for three straight minutes and she enjoyed the moment so much, I skipped telling her that Jordan did not play baseball but played basketball; her laughter was too great-a-moment! It reminded me of the line in a song: "I'll be a fool for you..." I will offer this piece of advice should you desire to play the 'guess birth ages of celebraties' with your spouse; begin playing soon because as time goes by you don't know these younger pop culture stars.
Today, we will quicken our morning pace. Our son and daughter-in law are going to Chicago for a weekend getaway and they are distributing off springs for 'watch-over-them' assignments; we get two of five. Nana and Boompa will welcome two of the 14-year old triplet boys; Jamie and Jake. I can manage the weekend because the boys no longer beat the hell out of each other, throw a thousand rocks into the fish pond or pester the dog until he is eating the hair off his legs.
Actually, we look forward to their visits these days. This weekend, grandson, Caleb's Eastern Illinois University baseball team opens up its home schedule versus Austin Peay. Nana and Boompa will take the two boys to Charleston today and tomorrow, weather permitting and enjoy America's past time. Of course, we shall eat more food than necessary but I did mention they are fourteen years old!
I need this lighthearted weekend. Yesterday afternoon, Gerry and I traveled to Jacksonville to attend Jerry Symonms' wake visitation. Jerry broadcast JHS Crimsons' basketball games for 50 years. He was my advocate-anchor during my 21-years coaching tenure in Jacksonville. His brief cancer illness was diagnosed just 10 weeks ago. He leaves behind his wife Sharon who is restricted to a wheelchair due to M.S., which she has had for 25 years. My heart aches.
I would strongly encourage anyone with something unsaid, unresolved or broken to address such matters expediently. We are all a part of a fragile-brief journey.
Today, we will quicken our morning pace. Our son and daughter-in law are going to Chicago for a weekend getaway and they are distributing off springs for 'watch-over-them' assignments; we get two of five. Nana and Boompa will welcome two of the 14-year old triplet boys; Jamie and Jake. I can manage the weekend because the boys no longer beat the hell out of each other, throw a thousand rocks into the fish pond or pester the dog until he is eating the hair off his legs.
Actually, we look forward to their visits these days. This weekend, grandson, Caleb's Eastern Illinois University baseball team opens up its home schedule versus Austin Peay. Nana and Boompa will take the two boys to Charleston today and tomorrow, weather permitting and enjoy America's past time. Of course, we shall eat more food than necessary but I did mention they are fourteen years old!
I need this lighthearted weekend. Yesterday afternoon, Gerry and I traveled to Jacksonville to attend Jerry Symonms' wake visitation. Jerry broadcast JHS Crimsons' basketball games for 50 years. He was my advocate-anchor during my 21-years coaching tenure in Jacksonville. His brief cancer illness was diagnosed just 10 weeks ago. He leaves behind his wife Sharon who is restricted to a wheelchair due to M.S., which she has had for 25 years. My heart aches.
I would strongly encourage anyone with something unsaid, unresolved or broken to address such matters expediently. We are all a part of a fragile-brief journey.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
My Rules; My Way
Frank Sinatra sang the song, 'I Did It My Way.' The sign over the commode at the Livingston, Illinois Antique Shop reads: 'Please put the seat down;' obviously some gal wishes 'that' situation to be her way. Rush Limbaugh wrote a book several years ago, which I never read, entitled: 'The Way Things Ought to Be." Interesting how life is perceived better when one gets to 'make the rules.'
Here are just a few things that I would change, if I had My Way:
...all counter tops would be 4-inches higher; I am 6'3"
...attendants would pump my gas and check tires
...first time sex offenders would be imprisoned for life
...parades would have horse 'coming first' to create more excitement
...all lines at Wal Mart would be open
...dance recitals would have a 90-minute time limit
...Black male singers would be prohibited from grabbing their crotch
...White male singers would not be allowed to imitate Black male singers
...theater 'feature films' would start at advertised times and advertisement eliminated
...Fox News could not use the slogan, 'Fair and Balanced.'
...all businesses must have 'real' people answering the telephone
...mail would be delivered every other day and stamps would cost .10c
...vegetables would be bad for you while chocolate and bread would lower blood pressure
...MLB managers would be allowed to use only three pitchers per game
...grass would stop growing at 4-inches
...middle school basketball would not have a three-point arc
...trucks could only use the interstate between the hours of10PM and 6AM
...cell phones would not be allowed in restaurants
...elected officials convicted of a felony could not receive pensions
...college athletes would be held to the same entrance standards as non-athletes
...all electronic and technology devices operate with a simple 'on & off' switch
And finally, females can never complain about the pain associated with giving birth because most women wish to 'get' pregnant a second time; after all the male pain endured when being kicked in the groin is far more excruciating than birthing. You never have heard a man say, "Boy, I'd like to experience that again!"...I rest my case for having it My Way.
Here are just a few things that I would change, if I had My Way:
...all counter tops would be 4-inches higher; I am 6'3"
...attendants would pump my gas and check tires
...first time sex offenders would be imprisoned for life
...parades would have horse 'coming first' to create more excitement
...all lines at Wal Mart would be open
...dance recitals would have a 90-minute time limit
...Black male singers would be prohibited from grabbing their crotch
...White male singers would not be allowed to imitate Black male singers
...theater 'feature films' would start at advertised times and advertisement eliminated
...Fox News could not use the slogan, 'Fair and Balanced.'
...all businesses must have 'real' people answering the telephone
...mail would be delivered every other day and stamps would cost .10c
...vegetables would be bad for you while chocolate and bread would lower blood pressure
...MLB managers would be allowed to use only three pitchers per game
...grass would stop growing at 4-inches
...middle school basketball would not have a three-point arc
...trucks could only use the interstate between the hours of10PM and 6AM
...cell phones would not be allowed in restaurants
...elected officials convicted of a felony could not receive pensions
...college athletes would be held to the same entrance standards as non-athletes
...all electronic and technology devices operate with a simple 'on & off' switch
And finally, females can never complain about the pain associated with giving birth because most women wish to 'get' pregnant a second time; after all the male pain endured when being kicked in the groin is far more excruciating than birthing. You never have heard a man say, "Boy, I'd like to experience that again!"...I rest my case for having it My Way.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Oh Boy, Change Did Come!
The late singer, Sam Cooke's song, 'A Change Gonna Come' was about the civil rights social struggle back in the early '60's. The song could be about my body; it has been changing rapidly over the past several years and the change ain't for the better.
I take less time combing hair and brushing teeth; both are departing my body. I sneeze more and sleep less. I hear just fine if one speaks to me in a volume equal to that of a rocket booster at lift off. My eye sight is fading and my back-arthritis has me doing the following ritual before driving out of my garage in the auto: Since I cannot turn around and 'see' anything while backing-up, I now walk around the car THEN get behind the driver's seat and honk the horn three long blast before backing up!
Every morning, my lower extremities painfully remind me of three previous back surgeries. A quick gander in the morning mirror before shaving causes me to think of crocodiles. As I slip on my socks, I notice that my toenails are the color of Halloween 'brown' candy corn. My toenails want to 'grow' downward, these days and that tears holes in my socks.
My memory has seen better days. Thank goodness for my grandpa E.V. Bennett's 'chime-clock.' The old antique clock chimes once on the half-hour and then it chimes the number at the top of the hour; this reminds me to put the dog outside to go potty! My wristwatch has that day/date indicator that helps me to remember what day to put the trash out for pick-up.
There is some good-news change. My family doctor told me to 'walk' 10,000 steps per day; I do half that number just going to the bathroom during the night! Of course, 'going' to the bathroom away from the house is now problematic; often I forget to zip my fly. I find folks at Hickory Point Mall looking my direction with strange glances. I have begun wearing a rubber band on each wrist. These visual aids remind me to check my zipper and wipe any possible unwanted 'boogers' from my nose.
Yes sir!! Singer, Sam Cooke was correct, a change indeed did come! My only fear now is that one day, I will forget my underpinning-staples and begin voting Republican and rooting for the "Cubs!"
I take less time combing hair and brushing teeth; both are departing my body. I sneeze more and sleep less. I hear just fine if one speaks to me in a volume equal to that of a rocket booster at lift off. My eye sight is fading and my back-arthritis has me doing the following ritual before driving out of my garage in the auto: Since I cannot turn around and 'see' anything while backing-up, I now walk around the car THEN get behind the driver's seat and honk the horn three long blast before backing up!
Every morning, my lower extremities painfully remind me of three previous back surgeries. A quick gander in the morning mirror before shaving causes me to think of crocodiles. As I slip on my socks, I notice that my toenails are the color of Halloween 'brown' candy corn. My toenails want to 'grow' downward, these days and that tears holes in my socks.
My memory has seen better days. Thank goodness for my grandpa E.V. Bennett's 'chime-clock.' The old antique clock chimes once on the half-hour and then it chimes the number at the top of the hour; this reminds me to put the dog outside to go potty! My wristwatch has that day/date indicator that helps me to remember what day to put the trash out for pick-up.
There is some good-news change. My family doctor told me to 'walk' 10,000 steps per day; I do half that number just going to the bathroom during the night! Of course, 'going' to the bathroom away from the house is now problematic; often I forget to zip my fly. I find folks at Hickory Point Mall looking my direction with strange glances. I have begun wearing a rubber band on each wrist. These visual aids remind me to check my zipper and wipe any possible unwanted 'boogers' from my nose.
Yes sir!! Singer, Sam Cooke was correct, a change indeed did come! My only fear now is that one day, I will forget my underpinning-staples and begin voting Republican and rooting for the "Cubs!"
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Spinning Wheel
Jerry Symons died early yesterday morning after a brief seven-weeks battle with liver cancer. Let me check numbers before going further. Jerry was 71 years old, his wife Sharon has been afflicted with multiple sclerosis for 25-years and Jerry broadcast Jacksonville high school and West Central Illinois sports for 50 years for Jacksonville radio station WLDS/WEAI.
I first met Jerry Symons in 1970, when I coached the Edwardsville 'Tigers' basketball team. My 'Tigers' competed in the Jacksonville Round Robin Mid-Winter Basketball Tournament. Jerry would interview the opposing coaches at court side just before we played the host Jacksonville team. Symons always conducted a professional pre-game interview. Hardly could I imagine in 1970 that one day, Mel Roustio and Jerry Symons' paths would intertwine for an amazing twenty-one year journey but they did.
I accepted the Jacksonville boys' basketball coaching position in the fall of 1977, and for the next 21-years I would serve that school district in various capacities: coach, athletic director and alternative education instructor. It was my relationship with Jerry Symons which, was the catalyst that served as a significant impact on our own basketball program and West Central Illinois basketball.
As coach, I kept communication lines open with Jerry Symons who would then convey positive and supportive comments when broadcasting games and hosting radio 'call-in' programs. Jerry and long time Jacksonville Journal-Courier Sports' Editor, Buford Green became vital team players in my effort to develop the Jacksonville High School's All-Sports Hall-of-Fame program and the annual West Central Illinois All-Star benefit basketball game. Later, Ron Tendick, Jerry's high school pal and news director at WLDS radio would assist me with initiating the West Central Illinois Rotary Scholar-Athlete Recognition Ceremony. Tendick later served for many years as Jacksonville's Mayor. I was incredibly blessed with these friendship-associations.
After two years coaching at JHS, Jerry invited me to host my own Saturday morning 'Sport Spotlight Show' on WLDS Radio, which he co-owned with Don Hamilton; I did that show for nineteen years. In my last four years at the Crimsons' basketball helm, I was retired from the athletic director's position and once again invited by Symons to serve as a radio D J on WLDS during a daily 4-hour morning shift. It was a joyous experience that only happened because of a shared professional respect and a common desire to serve people. The WLDS (behind-the-microphone) experience led to the IHSA inviting me to serve as television basketball analyst for the Class AA State Tournament.
I am terribly sadden to lose such a good friend. I shall cherish always, my memories and shared history with Jerry. One special memory unfolded the last couple of weeks I was on the WLDS morning show. I had used long time market analyst, John O'Keefe personal multiple sclerosis story to generate a WLDS listenership donation campaign for MS. One day, Jerry Symons entered my announcer's booth and with tears in his eyes he said, "My desk is piled high with letters containing money/check contributins; it reminds me of the scene from the Christmas movie, Miracle on 42nd Street when the Post Office delivered they mail to the courthouse judge deciding if there indeed was a Santa Claus."
. When I give such pause to name the six relatives, three former players and two friends who have died the past two years, m head swims; my world is spinning out of control. I find myself playing on the floor with Toy Poodle, Yodie more and more; it is a peaceful and recognizable exercise experience that slows the spin.
I first met Jerry Symons in 1970, when I coached the Edwardsville 'Tigers' basketball team. My 'Tigers' competed in the Jacksonville Round Robin Mid-Winter Basketball Tournament. Jerry would interview the opposing coaches at court side just before we played the host Jacksonville team. Symons always conducted a professional pre-game interview. Hardly could I imagine in 1970 that one day, Mel Roustio and Jerry Symons' paths would intertwine for an amazing twenty-one year journey but they did.
I accepted the Jacksonville boys' basketball coaching position in the fall of 1977, and for the next 21-years I would serve that school district in various capacities: coach, athletic director and alternative education instructor. It was my relationship with Jerry Symons which, was the catalyst that served as a significant impact on our own basketball program and West Central Illinois basketball.
As coach, I kept communication lines open with Jerry Symons who would then convey positive and supportive comments when broadcasting games and hosting radio 'call-in' programs. Jerry and long time Jacksonville Journal-Courier Sports' Editor, Buford Green became vital team players in my effort to develop the Jacksonville High School's All-Sports Hall-of-Fame program and the annual West Central Illinois All-Star benefit basketball game. Later, Ron Tendick, Jerry's high school pal and news director at WLDS radio would assist me with initiating the West Central Illinois Rotary Scholar-Athlete Recognition Ceremony. Tendick later served for many years as Jacksonville's Mayor. I was incredibly blessed with these friendship-associations.
After two years coaching at JHS, Jerry invited me to host my own Saturday morning 'Sport Spotlight Show' on WLDS Radio, which he co-owned with Don Hamilton; I did that show for nineteen years. In my last four years at the Crimsons' basketball helm, I was retired from the athletic director's position and once again invited by Symons to serve as a radio D J on WLDS during a daily 4-hour morning shift. It was a joyous experience that only happened because of a shared professional respect and a common desire to serve people. The WLDS (behind-the-microphone) experience led to the IHSA inviting me to serve as television basketball analyst for the Class AA State Tournament.
I am terribly sadden to lose such a good friend. I shall cherish always, my memories and shared history with Jerry. One special memory unfolded the last couple of weeks I was on the WLDS morning show. I had used long time market analyst, John O'Keefe personal multiple sclerosis story to generate a WLDS listenership donation campaign for MS. One day, Jerry Symons entered my announcer's booth and with tears in his eyes he said, "My desk is piled high with letters containing money/check contributins; it reminds me of the scene from the Christmas movie, Miracle on 42nd Street when the Post Office delivered they mail to the courthouse judge deciding if there indeed was a Santa Claus."
. When I give such pause to name the six relatives, three former players and two friends who have died the past two years, m head swims; my world is spinning out of control. I find myself playing on the floor with Toy Poodle, Yodie more and more; it is a peaceful and recognizable exercise experience that slows the spin.
Monday, March 11, 2013
It's Not You Parents' School
Few years ago, I attended a third-grade elementary grandparents' day. I was surprised at what I discovered. There were no individual desks but ';group-tables' for students. Some kids were sprawled on floor mats eating 'ding-dong' lunch cakes. I did not see any evidence of Palmer Method Penmanship handwriting materials or multiplication cards and symbols. I suppose kids don't need to learn handwriting given the propensity for text messaging and the good Lord knows your iPhone with computer/calculation capacity negates the necessity of gaining any arithmetic skills.
When I went to the gymnasium to observe a physical education class, I noticed how chubby most kids were and immediately dismissed it given the fact that they have daily 'ding-dong' cake-breaks! The P.E. class held no calisthenics or running moments. I think kids don't take to sweating and given the fact that the shower area is used for janitorial materials storage, I suspect after-class showers are well into the school day's rear view mirror. During P.E. class the activity was 'kick-ball' but most children were just standing in clusters talking; I guess this is the new time for face-to-face socialization since technology essentially removes most interpersonal communications. This entire school setting 'looks' much different than the East St. Louis Woodrow Wilson Grade School, which I attended in 1950.
A recent study proclaims that this generation of youngsters is overweight, self-centered and has no idea of accountability. I recall another study way back in 1959. That study revealed that the best marriage match was the oldest children from two families getting married. The reasoning was based in the belief that older (first born) kids learn early how to help and share. Obviously, a lesser chance for marital bliss was found when the baby of two families tied the knot; but the most horrible result was found when only child married only child. Today, with the divorce rate at 60%, one can only believe that every match is a 'crapshoot' due to the mentality, "I am special," and the "Don't blame me fallout!"
My kids would be the first to tell you that their 'old man' is out-of-touch' and somewhat clueless on these parenting matters, which brings me to a personal question: How the hell did my kids become so damn smart with such a clueless father and mother?
I do know this; if I had kids in school today, I would attend a school board meeting and ask if they were doing anything to make life a tad bit uncomfortable and trying for my child since he will likely face those daily stresses. Secondly, I would want to know if he can 'make change' should he get a job at Wal Mart?
When I went to the gymnasium to observe a physical education class, I noticed how chubby most kids were and immediately dismissed it given the fact that they have daily 'ding-dong' cake-breaks! The P.E. class held no calisthenics or running moments. I think kids don't take to sweating and given the fact that the shower area is used for janitorial materials storage, I suspect after-class showers are well into the school day's rear view mirror. During P.E. class the activity was 'kick-ball' but most children were just standing in clusters talking; I guess this is the new time for face-to-face socialization since technology essentially removes most interpersonal communications. This entire school setting 'looks' much different than the East St. Louis Woodrow Wilson Grade School, which I attended in 1950.
A recent study proclaims that this generation of youngsters is overweight, self-centered and has no idea of accountability. I recall another study way back in 1959. That study revealed that the best marriage match was the oldest children from two families getting married. The reasoning was based in the belief that older (first born) kids learn early how to help and share. Obviously, a lesser chance for marital bliss was found when the baby of two families tied the knot; but the most horrible result was found when only child married only child. Today, with the divorce rate at 60%, one can only believe that every match is a 'crapshoot' due to the mentality, "I am special," and the "Don't blame me fallout!"
My kids would be the first to tell you that their 'old man' is out-of-touch' and somewhat clueless on these parenting matters, which brings me to a personal question: How the hell did my kids become so damn smart with such a clueless father and mother?
I do know this; if I had kids in school today, I would attend a school board meeting and ask if they were doing anything to make life a tad bit uncomfortable and trying for my child since he will likely face those daily stresses. Secondly, I would want to know if he can 'make change' should he get a job at Wal Mart?
Friday, March 8, 2013
Take Time/ Discover Riches
By the time one arrives at his seventh decade, one might tend to subscribe to some theory of completion or 'encountering-end;' an attitude of 'what's left.' I suspect many folks my age close their minds to the possibility of new experiences, different events and new friends.
Several years ago, I re-connected with an old acquaintance, Tom McGraw, a former sports teammate of mine back in the 1950's, East St. Louis High School. Back then we were not 'friends' but best described as teammate-acquaintances. Today, my wife, Gerry and I would count Tom and Ann McGraw as two of our dearest friends. Both couples telephone the other frequently and are often making plans to hook up in the near-future. I see our relationship as a blessing and owe a thank you to my Jacksonville basketball fans who are relatives of the McGraws, Larry and Charlotte Ludwig. I credit them for 'pushing' the reconnect button for two old East Side High 'grounded' 'Flyers.'
During a couple of our visits to the Springfield, (Missouri) McGraws, Tom shared some interesting World War II stories about his older brother, Ray, Jr. who served with honor. As I deciphered the stories told, I developed a growing interest in this man, this war vet. I finally requested of Tom that he make arrangements for Gerry and I to meet his 86+ year-old brother. Tom and Ann did make that happen and Gerry and I spent a wonderful afternoon at Ray and his wife, Mary Ann's Belleville, Illinois home. Ray and I continued to telephone one another thereafter as we swapped stories of sport and East St. Louis.
A year or so after that meeting, Ray was hospitalized with a stubborn illness and Gerry and I visited him. Ray was discharged from the hospital and perhaps a year later, Mary Ann hosted a 90th birthday party for Ray at their home and invited Gerry and I. A large gathering assembled to celebrate Ray's special day. It was neat to watch this warm and gentle man beam with joy over the loving attention, which flowed freely in his direction.
Gerry and I will travel today to Belleville and embrace Mary Ann and her family and join them in a respectful/loving farewell to Ray McGraw, Jr. who died earlier this week. I met Ray, Jr. when I was perhaps 70 or 71 and new him for a it over three years but I am blessed for the friendship experience and at 74, I am a richer man for his kind sharing.
The late television personality, Art Linkletter once said, "Kid's say the Darndest Things." I would certainly agree with that perception but quickly add, the "Older folks Relate the most Profound Experiences;" take time to listen and pay it forward and you also will find the riches.
Several years ago, I re-connected with an old acquaintance, Tom McGraw, a former sports teammate of mine back in the 1950's, East St. Louis High School. Back then we were not 'friends' but best described as teammate-acquaintances. Today, my wife, Gerry and I would count Tom and Ann McGraw as two of our dearest friends. Both couples telephone the other frequently and are often making plans to hook up in the near-future. I see our relationship as a blessing and owe a thank you to my Jacksonville basketball fans who are relatives of the McGraws, Larry and Charlotte Ludwig. I credit them for 'pushing' the reconnect button for two old East Side High 'grounded' 'Flyers.'
During a couple of our visits to the Springfield, (Missouri) McGraws, Tom shared some interesting World War II stories about his older brother, Ray, Jr. who served with honor. As I deciphered the stories told, I developed a growing interest in this man, this war vet. I finally requested of Tom that he make arrangements for Gerry and I to meet his 86+ year-old brother. Tom and Ann did make that happen and Gerry and I spent a wonderful afternoon at Ray and his wife, Mary Ann's Belleville, Illinois home. Ray and I continued to telephone one another thereafter as we swapped stories of sport and East St. Louis.
A year or so after that meeting, Ray was hospitalized with a stubborn illness and Gerry and I visited him. Ray was discharged from the hospital and perhaps a year later, Mary Ann hosted a 90th birthday party for Ray at their home and invited Gerry and I. A large gathering assembled to celebrate Ray's special day. It was neat to watch this warm and gentle man beam with joy over the loving attention, which flowed freely in his direction.
Gerry and I will travel today to Belleville and embrace Mary Ann and her family and join them in a respectful/loving farewell to Ray McGraw, Jr. who died earlier this week. I met Ray, Jr. when I was perhaps 70 or 71 and new him for a it over three years but I am blessed for the friendship experience and at 74, I am a richer man for his kind sharing.
The late television personality, Art Linkletter once said, "Kid's say the Darndest Things." I would certainly agree with that perception but quickly add, the "Older folks Relate the most Profound Experiences;" take time to listen and pay it forward and you also will find the riches.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Coffee; with Cream, Please
The recent hot-topic discussion regarding immigration reform has politicians doing more fancy footwork-dancing than Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers; holy crap, now that is invoking two names which, will date me as an 'old-fart.' Anyhow, the immigration topic resurrection causes me to recall a survey conducted a few years ago, when some two thousand legal immigrants to the USA from different parts of the world were questioned. Hold on to your socks, cousin as I share these findings. Those immigrants with the lightest skin color earned fifteen percent more money in America than those with darker skin color. Surprise, Surprise!!
This survey wasted a lot of good money; all one needs is a good background in American History studies and they know this fact. White people for centuries demonstrate less than a compassionate embrace for people of darker skin color. I guess it began in this land when the Pilgrims spotted that first Native American and labeled him, 'Redskin.' White folks have always used a 'shade barometer.' It computes thus, the darker the skin the less worthy the person; except when some noted surgeon from India is performing life-saving surgery or we are sitting in the second pew of Sunday morning worship service singing, "They Will Know We are Christians by Our Love.'
Slavery was an important cog in our American economy before and after the emancipation proclamation. No matter that President Lincoln signed the proclamation, which freed 'Blacks' from bondage; the country has depended upon immigrants (legal or illegal) to do those less desirable jobs for lesser pay. Only an idiot or one in denial would not agree that illegal immigrants have been profitable resources for businesses and corporations.
Perhaps of all the studies and literature that I have read throughout my lifetime, I suppose the most disturbing survey was one I first read in the 1960's. That particular survey discovered that the people having no religious affiliation show on the average, less prejudice than do 'church members.' (Gordon W. Allport / 'The Nature of Prejudice). That bit of news must sadden our Savior.
I am often amused when Americans get all up in arms when our patriotism is challenged; patriotism begins with the treatment of our fellow patriots regardless of skin color shade, ethnic background or how they choose to worship.
If it eases the pain of darker people, I once read that taller people have greater employment advantage over shorter people, of course if you a short-Black guy you are truly SOL!
This survey wasted a lot of good money; all one needs is a good background in American History studies and they know this fact. White people for centuries demonstrate less than a compassionate embrace for people of darker skin color. I guess it began in this land when the Pilgrims spotted that first Native American and labeled him, 'Redskin.' White folks have always used a 'shade barometer.' It computes thus, the darker the skin the less worthy the person; except when some noted surgeon from India is performing life-saving surgery or we are sitting in the second pew of Sunday morning worship service singing, "They Will Know We are Christians by Our Love.'
Slavery was an important cog in our American economy before and after the emancipation proclamation. No matter that President Lincoln signed the proclamation, which freed 'Blacks' from bondage; the country has depended upon immigrants (legal or illegal) to do those less desirable jobs for lesser pay. Only an idiot or one in denial would not agree that illegal immigrants have been profitable resources for businesses and corporations.
Perhaps of all the studies and literature that I have read throughout my lifetime, I suppose the most disturbing survey was one I first read in the 1960's. That particular survey discovered that the people having no religious affiliation show on the average, less prejudice than do 'church members.' (Gordon W. Allport / 'The Nature of Prejudice). That bit of news must sadden our Savior.
I am often amused when Americans get all up in arms when our patriotism is challenged; patriotism begins with the treatment of our fellow patriots regardless of skin color shade, ethnic background or how they choose to worship.
If it eases the pain of darker people, I once read that taller people have greater employment advantage over shorter people, of course if you a short-Black guy you are truly SOL!
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Some Talk Too Much; Others Not Enough
When Dennis Rodman played NBA basketball his 'value' was his entertaining bizarre behavior, which appealed to fans and pissed-off opponents; actual statistical basketball-worth was noted in 'gabage-points' and rebounds. It's been some time since Rodman has made a play on the basketball court but he still holds entertainment (dollar) value as a repeated guest on the television show, 'Apprentice' and other venues where a grown man sporting a body riddled with piercings and tattoos can draw an audience and sell tickets. Personally, I never took Rodman seriously and cannot understand why others do.
Rodman now finds himself in the national and international spotlights on the heels of his visit with North Korean leader, Kim Jong Un, a self-proclaimed basketball fanatic. Rodman attended a Harlem Globetrotters exhibition game in North Korea as Kim Jong Un's guests. Afterwards, Rodman tells the news media that Kim is his friend and has asked Dennis to tell Obama to telephone Kim. As we Americans come to expect, the media and pundits are in a frenzy as they clamour with opinions about the craziness of two goof-balls talking 'relationship policy' between America and North Korea while giggling at the Globetrotters going through basketball-comedic routines.
Okay, I get it! Kim is an oppressive dictator ignoring human suffering and threatening to create world havoc with a 'bomb.' I also understand that our leaders cannot listen to a retired NBA player who once had orange hair and wore a wedding dress. Nevertheless, I wish to put the thing into a different perspective; had the 2008, Presidential election turned out differently, we Americans would have a Vice President who had no clue on how it came to pass that there is a North and South Korea!! Simply crazy times in which we live!
The understanding I have about our democracy is that we Americans can visit whomever we wish, talk with whomever we choose and voice an opinion thereafter. So what's the big deal? Instead of our media, political pundits and politicians getting in a dither over Rodman and Kim talking , they should be in a livid-lather over the fact that our elected government leaders within our own country choose not to talk with one another. After all, we elected a President and Congress persons to visit with each other, compromise on issues and 'Get-'R Done!'
Obviously, President Obama should not and will not 'call' Kim but he sure the hell ought to telephone Boehner and Boehner should ignore caller I.D. and answer the call. Perhaps, the media sweats over wrong-minded stuff.
Rodman now finds himself in the national and international spotlights on the heels of his visit with North Korean leader, Kim Jong Un, a self-proclaimed basketball fanatic. Rodman attended a Harlem Globetrotters exhibition game in North Korea as Kim Jong Un's guests. Afterwards, Rodman tells the news media that Kim is his friend and has asked Dennis to tell Obama to telephone Kim. As we Americans come to expect, the media and pundits are in a frenzy as they clamour with opinions about the craziness of two goof-balls talking 'relationship policy' between America and North Korea while giggling at the Globetrotters going through basketball-comedic routines.
Okay, I get it! Kim is an oppressive dictator ignoring human suffering and threatening to create world havoc with a 'bomb.' I also understand that our leaders cannot listen to a retired NBA player who once had orange hair and wore a wedding dress. Nevertheless, I wish to put the thing into a different perspective; had the 2008, Presidential election turned out differently, we Americans would have a Vice President who had no clue on how it came to pass that there is a North and South Korea!! Simply crazy times in which we live!
The understanding I have about our democracy is that we Americans can visit whomever we wish, talk with whomever we choose and voice an opinion thereafter. So what's the big deal? Instead of our media, political pundits and politicians getting in a dither over Rodman and Kim talking , they should be in a livid-lather over the fact that our elected government leaders within our own country choose not to talk with one another. After all, we elected a President and Congress persons to visit with each other, compromise on issues and 'Get-'R Done!'
Obviously, President Obama should not and will not 'call' Kim but he sure the hell ought to telephone Boehner and Boehner should ignore caller I.D. and answer the call. Perhaps, the media sweats over wrong-minded stuff.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
...and Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder
Time flies, as 'they' say; I do believe, however that it was about six years ago when I read of a Catholic high school that was implementing a sensitive training program for students after a basketball contest played against a Jewish high school found some of the Catholic students pointing fingers at the Jews and chanting, "We love Jesus!" The word "fan" derives from the word "fanatic," which means one who supports with unreasonable enthusiasm. Sometimes our unreasonable enthusiasm is sparked by our ethnocentric feelings; 'mine is the best.'
Don't jump to a conclusion that I am picking on Catholics; I am not! A society with its many subcultural elements cannot survive without a degree of ingrained propaganda belief of the folks comprising that society. Why else do we chant USA!, USA!? Across this great Nation, we note many ethnic groups celebrating their heritage and good for each of them!
It is important that sound leadership steps in and assists young people to focus on sensitivity issues and create tolerance awareness. God only knows once the kid leaves high school no longer will any one be able to get a wayward attitude back on a civil track. It's good for individuals to be proud of their ethnic heritage, religion and other beliefs, we just need to recognize it would be morally wrong for hearing students to chant, "We can hear!", when playing a basketball game against a deaf school; don't you think???
However, I contend, with all due respect to our schools, that conducting sensitivity training sessions for children on this matter of religious and racial tolerance is perhaps targeting the wrong group?
Here we go, once again, the schools are asked to clean-up the crap learned at the family supper table.
I noticed all my life that is was the weak-minded and insecure who needed to condemn others to elevate self.
Now, if you truly want to 'hear' the best singing of religious hymns, come to "MY" Methodist Church; did I say best singing; I meant the loudest singing!
Don't jump to a conclusion that I am picking on Catholics; I am not! A society with its many subcultural elements cannot survive without a degree of ingrained propaganda belief of the folks comprising that society. Why else do we chant USA!, USA!? Across this great Nation, we note many ethnic groups celebrating their heritage and good for each of them!
It is important that sound leadership steps in and assists young people to focus on sensitivity issues and create tolerance awareness. God only knows once the kid leaves high school no longer will any one be able to get a wayward attitude back on a civil track. It's good for individuals to be proud of their ethnic heritage, religion and other beliefs, we just need to recognize it would be morally wrong for hearing students to chant, "We can hear!", when playing a basketball game against a deaf school; don't you think???
However, I contend, with all due respect to our schools, that conducting sensitivity training sessions for children on this matter of religious and racial tolerance is perhaps targeting the wrong group?
Here we go, once again, the schools are asked to clean-up the crap learned at the family supper table.
I noticed all my life that is was the weak-minded and insecure who needed to condemn others to elevate self.
Now, if you truly want to 'hear' the best singing of religious hymns, come to "MY" Methodist Church; did I say best singing; I meant the loudest singing!
Monday, March 4, 2013
Really Going There?
I am certain that you have heard the expressions; "more is not better" and "more can be less." Often as is the case, we sometimes accept such a premise without truly having substantive verification; may I offer such supportive confirmation of the thesis, which suggests moderation is perhaps best. Cable news television programming and talk- call-in radio has become a twenty-four hour seven days-a-week informational dispersing phenomenon.
Since there is such a great amount of air time to be 'filled' and not enough interesting or worthy news, soon we beg the question to make up some news or debate the news, which requires 'choosing' sides. Eventually, our civil discourse becomes nasty as each side attempts to justify and promote. I suppose this circumstance is what leads the conversation to 'knit-picking' on First Lady, Michelle Obama. Let me explain. The First Lady appeared on Jimmy Fallon's Late Night Show and did a 'mom dance.' How shameful many claimed!! Then Mrs. Obama appeared on the Academy Awards to announce the 'Best Movie' winner...another horrible and un-first lady like was the activity according to some 'news' reporting folks!
Before the cable-news and radio-gobbledygook pundits start ripping on our First Lady, please consider what slipped by the general public with little notice in the past illustrious history of American news reporting when there was NO 24-7 news:
1) President Andrew Jackson married Rachel Donelson while she was still married to her first husband. Would that be bigamy or adultery?
2) President Ulysses S. Grant dodged around several scandals; one found him involved in 'covering up' for his personal secretary who was pocketing whiskey tax monies and another involved 'gold-value' price fixing. Are those felonies or misdemeanors?
3) President Grover Cleveland had an affair with Maria Halpin who gave birth to Cleveland's son. Now, that's a big, Whoa, Nellie!
4) It was widely rumored that President Buchannan had a male-lover and President Woodrow Wilson had a dolly on the side. I wonder if Congress had an impeachment hearing or trial for these 'cats?'
Don't you just know the cable news pundits would 'freak-out' and the radio telephone call-in lines would explode if President Thomas Jefferson was in the White House today and still making babies with his Black slave, Sally Hemings! You all do remember Jefferson, our third President...if not, his likeness is carved in a damn mountain side. He is one of those 'prescious founding-fathers' to whom Sean Hannity compares President Obama!
Michelle Obama should not 'dance' on a late night show or appear in an 'awards presentaion' program? Really?
MORE NEWS REPORTING IS BETTER? Excuse me while I go puke!
Since there is such a great amount of air time to be 'filled' and not enough interesting or worthy news, soon we beg the question to make up some news or debate the news, which requires 'choosing' sides. Eventually, our civil discourse becomes nasty as each side attempts to justify and promote. I suppose this circumstance is what leads the conversation to 'knit-picking' on First Lady, Michelle Obama. Let me explain. The First Lady appeared on Jimmy Fallon's Late Night Show and did a 'mom dance.' How shameful many claimed!! Then Mrs. Obama appeared on the Academy Awards to announce the 'Best Movie' winner...another horrible and un-first lady like was the activity according to some 'news' reporting folks!
Before the cable-news and radio-gobbledygook pundits start ripping on our First Lady, please consider what slipped by the general public with little notice in the past illustrious history of American news reporting when there was NO 24-7 news:
1) President Andrew Jackson married Rachel Donelson while she was still married to her first husband. Would that be bigamy or adultery?
2) President Ulysses S. Grant dodged around several scandals; one found him involved in 'covering up' for his personal secretary who was pocketing whiskey tax monies and another involved 'gold-value' price fixing. Are those felonies or misdemeanors?
3) President Grover Cleveland had an affair with Maria Halpin who gave birth to Cleveland's son. Now, that's a big, Whoa, Nellie!
4) It was widely rumored that President Buchannan had a male-lover and President Woodrow Wilson had a dolly on the side. I wonder if Congress had an impeachment hearing or trial for these 'cats?'
Don't you just know the cable news pundits would 'freak-out' and the radio telephone call-in lines would explode if President Thomas Jefferson was in the White House today and still making babies with his Black slave, Sally Hemings! You all do remember Jefferson, our third President...if not, his likeness is carved in a damn mountain side. He is one of those 'prescious founding-fathers' to whom Sean Hannity compares President Obama!
Michelle Obama should not 'dance' on a late night show or appear in an 'awards presentaion' program? Really?
MORE NEWS REPORTING IS BETTER? Excuse me while I go puke!
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Make Your List; Make Your Calls...NOW
One day last week, I was doing my 30-minute treadmill-walk while watching a television game show. Of any television programming to watch during something as mundane as treadmill walking it IS a game show; seems to break the routine into segments and makes the time go quickly.
The show was 'Family Feud.' This is where two families of five contestants each try to guess the most frequently given answer to questions from a poll of 100 people. One question and the subsequent answers struck me as most interesting. The question: "What five people's contributions have most changed the way we live?" While I am walking and trying to ignore my arthritic hip pain, my mind is churning faster the my feet are moving. (Note: Once upon a time my feet were a helluva lot faster than my mind).
Let me see, I thought about my list: how about, Jesus Christ, Edison, the Wright brothers or perhaps Lincoln, Ben Franklin or Jerry Springer? Well, before I could decide on my five they announced the list of five folks the survey rendered as most changing our lives: (1) Martin Luther King (2) Oprah (3) Bill Clinton (4) Ben Franklin and (5) Jesus. Immediately, I was convinced that this bogus poll survey was done at a Democratic Party Convention or fundraiser. Check it out, you will note that all the people are liberals; well, I'm not sure about Franklin.
The question started me thinking about people whom have most influenced or changed the direction of my life and perhaps. When I finished my walk, I jotted down two lists of five people impacting my life the most. The first list comprised 'family' members and the second list 'non-family folks.' Within two days, I contacted a few of those people and 'thanked them.' Unfortunately, I discovered that too many of the people 'touching' my life are no longer living; I missed the moment to express my gratitude.
Why don't you make your list (s) this weekend and consider the telephones call soon. A warm feeling awaits you!
The show was 'Family Feud.' This is where two families of five contestants each try to guess the most frequently given answer to questions from a poll of 100 people. One question and the subsequent answers struck me as most interesting. The question: "What five people's contributions have most changed the way we live?" While I am walking and trying to ignore my arthritic hip pain, my mind is churning faster the my feet are moving. (Note: Once upon a time my feet were a helluva lot faster than my mind).
Let me see, I thought about my list: how about, Jesus Christ, Edison, the Wright brothers or perhaps Lincoln, Ben Franklin or Jerry Springer? Well, before I could decide on my five they announced the list of five folks the survey rendered as most changing our lives: (1) Martin Luther King (2) Oprah (3) Bill Clinton (4) Ben Franklin and (5) Jesus. Immediately, I was convinced that this bogus poll survey was done at a Democratic Party Convention or fundraiser. Check it out, you will note that all the people are liberals; well, I'm not sure about Franklin.
The question started me thinking about people whom have most influenced or changed the direction of my life and perhaps. When I finished my walk, I jotted down two lists of five people impacting my life the most. The first list comprised 'family' members and the second list 'non-family folks.' Within two days, I contacted a few of those people and 'thanked them.' Unfortunately, I discovered that too many of the people 'touching' my life are no longer living; I missed the moment to express my gratitude.
Why don't you make your list (s) this weekend and consider the telephones call soon. A warm feeling awaits you!
Friday, March 1, 2013
Perhaps I am Still Dreaming
This ongoing public debate and quarreling over gun rights and gun control is causing me hair loss and beginning to affect my sleep; let me explain: My wife keeps telling me to stop rubbing my head because my hair appears to be thinning. Unfortunately, I cannot stop scratching my head due to the bizarre logic advanced by some folks suggesting that 'more guns' will reduce violence. The sleep deprivation is even a more problematic fall-out (pun intended) than the hair particles!
Okay, I wish to preface this disturbing dream before I give details. (I taught and coached in public high schools for 39-years. Late in my career, I was known to stay out of the teachers' lounge where I found too many educators complaining about kids and I would also often skip those long-winded boring teachers' meetings where administrators explained some new innovation, which meant we would all be spending more time shuffling papers back and forth and less time doing instructional things for students).
Okay, now my dream...
The dream begins as I hear the school's intercom click-on and a P. A. voice begins to explain how students are reminded to 'lock their guns in P. E. lockers before going to the gym for class.' (Holy crap, I did not attend that teachers' meeting notifying us that kids now have guns at school). Later, my dream unfolds in a hallway of the school where Billy is talking to his girlfriend Mary. Bob comes up to the couple and pushes Billy. Billy quickly reaches into his back pack and Bob pulls out his gun and shoots Billy. As Billy falls to the floor he is holding his cell phone, which he retrieved from the back pack not a gun, which Bob thought he had.
Billy dies in that North hallway. I use my Walkie-Talkie to contact the main office to inform them of the incident. I assured them that the custodians were prompt removing the body and cleaning up before the passing bell rang because I just new that would be a concern of School Board members who just approved money for purchasing new carpeting. I then posed my question for the administration, "Am I responsible for notifying the authorities and Billy's parents or is that an administrative duty?"
I awakened from this nightmare and after fighting to return to sleep, I got out of bed and watched a previously recorded Sean Hannity Fox News program. Hannity was interviewing Senator Lindsey Graham who was explaining how teachers and theater ushers armed with guns could have returned the gun-fire and subsequently reduced the total numbers killed by madmen. Really? This is our 2013, solution to a problem we once 'solved' settling the Western frontier nearly 200 years ago???
Okay, I wish to preface this disturbing dream before I give details. (I taught and coached in public high schools for 39-years. Late in my career, I was known to stay out of the teachers' lounge where I found too many educators complaining about kids and I would also often skip those long-winded boring teachers' meetings where administrators explained some new innovation, which meant we would all be spending more time shuffling papers back and forth and less time doing instructional things for students).
Okay, now my dream...
The dream begins as I hear the school's intercom click-on and a P. A. voice begins to explain how students are reminded to 'lock their guns in P. E. lockers before going to the gym for class.' (Holy crap, I did not attend that teachers' meeting notifying us that kids now have guns at school). Later, my dream unfolds in a hallway of the school where Billy is talking to his girlfriend Mary. Bob comes up to the couple and pushes Billy. Billy quickly reaches into his back pack and Bob pulls out his gun and shoots Billy. As Billy falls to the floor he is holding his cell phone, which he retrieved from the back pack not a gun, which Bob thought he had.
Billy dies in that North hallway. I use my Walkie-Talkie to contact the main office to inform them of the incident. I assured them that the custodians were prompt removing the body and cleaning up before the passing bell rang because I just new that would be a concern of School Board members who just approved money for purchasing new carpeting. I then posed my question for the administration, "Am I responsible for notifying the authorities and Billy's parents or is that an administrative duty?"
I awakened from this nightmare and after fighting to return to sleep, I got out of bed and watched a previously recorded Sean Hannity Fox News program. Hannity was interviewing Senator Lindsey Graham who was explaining how teachers and theater ushers armed with guns could have returned the gun-fire and subsequently reduced the total numbers killed by madmen. Really? This is our 2013, solution to a problem we once 'solved' settling the Western frontier nearly 200 years ago???
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