I've Lost My GQ

Back in the day, I was 'up-to-snuff' on the latest fashions. Now, there's a phrase you don't hear often: 'up to snuff.' The phrase dates back to the 19th century and originally was stated, 'He's up to snuff and a pinch above it.' Meaning that guy is 'IN' the know and more! The saying has reference to that powdered tobacco substance.

Anyway, back to my point. During the appropriate fashion time, I wore Levi's, cord pants (both blue & brown stripes), pegged pants, bell bottoms, St. Louis 'orange' thread needle shoes, Mr. 'B' collar-shirts, white buck shoes and I had two hats; a straw and big brim white w/ black ban Stetson. All that fashion style and a butch waxed flat top haircut. OMG, is it any wonder that I dated the prettiest East St. Louis girl?

The aforementioned established, I must today admit that I am fashion clueless. My failure to watch television 'Red Carpet' events caused me to miss out on the latest clothing style. For example: I did NOT know that it is vogue these days to wear floppy fluffy (animal theme) house-slippers and pajamas bottoms when shopping at Target and Walmart.

Beats Hell Out Of Me

I was eight years-old. My parents gave me a BB gun for my birthday. I got very good shooting at targets. I pulverized the cardboard bulls eye target and soon I was knocking tin cans off the backyard fence with the rapid-fire of a Wild West sharpshooter. One aspect about myself that I noted at a very early age was the blessing of great eyesight. I always had excellent depth perception, eye-object tracking skills and eye-hand coordination. As stated much is simply a gift.

Of course, as a youngster, I soon became bored with inanimate-object target shooting. I finally decided that I would shoot at some birds. I spotted a Blue Jay high in a front yard tree and took aim. One squeeze of the BB gun trigger and the bird immediately fell limp at my feet below and lay there motionless. I had killed the bird. It was so brilliantly blue and with a majestic crown. I felt sick at my stomach. Why?  I took the dead bird to the backyard and dug a grave where I buried it. I took my BB gun to the basement and placed it on a shelf. I never picked that gun up again.

I do not judge those who love their guns and shooting games. I refuse to judge those who hunt for game, which is used for food. That said, I will never understand what man draws upon to kill animals for the simple joy of the kill; causing death. I simply cannot fathom what makes a person desire to thrill-kill and be-head a living creature and then put the detached head for a trophy.

Whoa Be The Day of Reckoning

The other morning after finishing my prayers, I paused; just in case God wanted to 'speak' to me. There have been many people who claim that God spoke to them and not only told them what they should do but told them to tell me what I should do. Many years ago, Evangelist Oral Roberts said God told him that he'd die if he failed to raise a certain amount of money...that's where I came in, I was supposed to send Oral some cash.

I recall after G. W. Bush invaded Iraq, he was asked by a reporter if he had spoken to his father before making that decision. Pres. Bush said, "I spoke to my Heavenly Father before making that decision?" George did stop short of suggesting God gave him the green light. He ma be challenged but he is not stupid. Actually, there is a common denominator between some preachers and some politicians. They often invoke the use of God's name for personal gain. Preachers want your money and politicians want your vote. Define impiety or blasphemy.

If you doubt what I suggest regarding God speaking to folks and giving instructions impacting others' lives, I would invite you to watch Sunday morning television and channel surf the plethora of preachers asking for money from you at God's advice and direction.

Actually, it would be nice if God would speak to me daily or at least email me. Petsmart emails me every day. Meanwhile, I'll continue to interpret scriptures and pick at my preacher's sermons to get God's Word.

'Lifters & Drainers'

I came across an old scrapbook and noted a photo of me with the 1956, East St. Louis YMCA Director, Ray Sonnenberg. That summer, I was one of two high school athletes who served as a youth counselor for the YMCA Day Camp Program.

Sonnenberg was somewhat of a sport legend in the Metro-East area. He starred in basketball at Collinsville high school and St. Louis University. He later officiated in the NFL. Aside from working for him that summer of '56, I often visited with Ray in my later adult years. Ray Sonnenberg was that rare individual whom I call a 'spirit-lifter.' You know the kind. That person with whom you visit and you walk away from the conversation feeling happy, energized and rejuvenated with positive vibes. Why? Because the inquiries about your life were so specific and sincere. Ray made others feel important.

After thinking about the late, Ray Sonnenberg, I began making a mental list of other individuals I've known who possessed and possess those similar 'up-lifting' traits. I did manage a rather extensive list of names and recall fond memories of each. I then thought of the individuals in my journey who were and are 'drainers.' Those people that rob your spirit and 'drain' your energies. Wow, those 'drainer-names' come much more rapidly than the lifter-names and the 'drain' list grows much longer.

Suddenly, I thought to myself...This is not a good mental exercise. One cannot control others' presentations in our lives. We can only enjoy the spirit lifters and minimize contact with the energy-drainers.

Oh, there is one other thing we can and should control...make sure our own name is in the 'spirit-lifter' group.

Think About It

Just got back from our family doctor's office. One of those six-month's med-checks. You oldsters know the routine. We must visit the doctor before he will release prescriptions for the next half-year, which keep us on the green-side of the grass.

Everything appears to be okay except the fact that I am 'shrinking.' The nurse measured and weighed me. She said that I was 6 foot two niches. Hey, when I married my wife fifty-five years ago, I measured a strapping 6' 3" and perhaps I was considered by some as a 'stud.' This characterization is no longer accurate; I said, I'm 'shrinking!'

What a Slick Move !

 The other morning standing at the kitchen window having my daily glass of tomato juice, I was looking at things in the backyard. My wife's flowers are beautiful, the swing is always inviting and the Arbor with its climbing vines looks smart sporting the antique Gaslight Square ice cream table and chairs. However, something is missing...I finally realized, we have no alley. In fact, I cannot recall the last neighborhood visited where I noticed an alley. For those who may not understand my shock, the alley was a neighborhood staple sure as a home having front and back doors.

The alley is an easement lane between two properties; that narrow passageway between two backyards. Back in my youth, I recall most alley ways were covered with chat or ciders. We used to spread our stoker ciders from the furnace onto our alley. The alley was a good place to play 'bottle caps baseball." The alley was where all home owners placed garbage cans for trash pick ups. In today's modern age of technology, more elegant landscaping and greater sophistication home owners place the garbage cans and trash in the front of their homes for pick up.

We'll Do That Again

My wife and I returned two days ago from the Ozarks where we enjoyed the scenery and entertainment in Branson, Missouri. We travel to this quaint community often. Usually, we take in the annual summer performances and try to visit the Christmas pageantry every other season. Branson seemingly attracts families with young kids and oldsters riding tour buses. As a young man, back in the day, I vacationed on beaches where young dollies sported the latest swimsuit fashions covering hard bodies with 'perky points.' Branson offers the more mature babes sporting a Grandkid bragging
T-shirt, which covers soft bodies with 'sagging points.'

Actually, my wife and I do these vacation things for two reasons. First, we like to breakup our rather mundane routines and secondly, we seek the vacation experience to 'share.' Let me elaborate. Most often, we invite and take on vacation one or two grandchildren or we hook up with our adult kids who then bring along our grandkids.

 Two years ago, we took Granddaughters Erica and Kaitlyn to Branson. Current circumstances finds an age gap of available grandkids who are old enough to to make the gig. Therefore, we took Kaitlyn and asked her to bring along a friend. She did. Brianna was our 'rented' grandkid for the trip. Perhaps next year Shannon and Alexa will be 'ready.'

Thank God for health, hearing aids, cataract surgery and AARP discounts. Yes, I always take Toy Poodle, Yodie with me wherever I travel. Aside from being my best buddy, Yodie offers me 'responsibility exercise,' with his regularity needs, which helps initiate my regularity needs.............. it's a win-win relationship.

What Was Broken and Needed Fixing?

Sometimes I feel lost, removed and out-of-touch. Let me explain. I see youth athletes receiving trophies for accomplishing nothing as parents applaud and scramble to take photos.

I watch a grandson play six AAU basketball games in a two day period knowing damn good and well no one will play any defense because the body cannot sustain needed exertion to play good defense in that many games in that time period...however, no one will care or notice...except me.

The most out of sync scenario occurred when my grandson, who is a baseball pitcher, explained that his coach said he need not be present at any of his summer league (baseball) games when he is not pitching. Therefore it would seem that today's sport philosophy message is: (1) The games are about the individual not the team. (2) A pitcher not scheduled to pitch needs no stretching, conditioning or throwing on off days; only days HE pitches and (3) It is unimportant to be present with camaraderie support of those teammates whom he hopes will be supportive of him the day HE pitches.

Please note that this commentary did not criticize the obvious changes in sport philosophy. I simply state that I am in an unfamiliar place. I AM concerned that wrong messages are being delivered to young athletes.

I am always hearing that my parents (post WWII) was the 'greatest generation.' Well, let me tell you; I lived the youth-side of THAT parenting generation and the messages were a hellava lot different than the parenting-adult messages of today.

Be A Smart Dresser

My wife said to me, "As kind and nice as you are, you sure can be a condescending ass at times." May I paint a backdrop of the moment-in-time she offered this opinion?

We were sitting on a bench in Branson, Missouri this week past. If you have not visited Branson, you are missing a truly wonderful entertainment experience. That said, back to my story. While seated in this beautiful courtyard another gentleman of our generation sat down across from us. He was wearing a T-shirt, which sported a head photo image of former President George W. Bush. Under the head photo was this printed statement: 'Do you miss me yet?'

The fella wearing the T-shirt glanced my way and nodded. I said, "Your T-shirt sure reminds me that the concept of No child left behind doesn't work." He grinned and nodded as if to agree.

My wife later scolded me with her comment but I assured her that MY comment DID NOT offend the guy...it went right over his head!

Under the Street Light

As the waning days of summer gave way to an earlier nightfall, we 1950's adolescent boys found conversation and street games under the dim light of a street-corner lamp post. There we would tell over-the-top stories, organize a night time hide 'n seek game or pitch pennies. Occasionally, an older boy would hold court and share some new information about sex that he felt was important for us young lads to know. It was at one of those 'under the streetlight' gatherings that I heard someone say, "My older brother told me that if a kid 'plays' with himself a lot, he'll go blind." As I recall that comment caused a moment of reflective silence. Looking back on that theory perhaps the kid's older brother was correct considering the plethora of Lasik surgeries today.

We were all pretty innocent kids except for an occasional garbage can raid, egg and water balloon throwing at city buses and calling taxi cabs to unsuspecting neighbor's houses for a bogus pick up. Once we arrived at the driving age, it seemed the thrill of the week was discovering a new area street where a road 'dip' gave a particular thrill especially if eyes were closed during the ride over that dip. The exercise was more than a little stupid...God was watching over us.

Eventually, the teenage years brought girlfriend-boyfriend romances into our young lives, which did much to assist in the social-sophistication of Da'guys. I cannot speak for other boys but my sex talks started coming from my mother who apparently did not wish to be a grandmother prematurely. Her lecture centerpiece was about 'respecting' a girl. Boys were thought to have had those birds & bees confabs with their fathers, although, I believe that is likely one of our society's biggest myths...I think moms did the talking in most 1950's households.

Hey Poochie !

While strolling down the Main Street at the Branson Landing, I heard a strong voice from the rear yell out, "Hey, "Moe!" Now, when I hear my nickname called aloud, I know one of two possibilities holds the truth...a family member is beckoning or an old East St. Louis friend is nearby. I turned to see a familiar face from the old neighborhood; always a wonderful moment considering the time and distance that separates us.

After my friend and I shared a long conversation, we parted ways once again but lingering thoughts of the old neighborhood gang remained. I began to recall how so many of us 'back-in-the-day' had nicknames. There was Terry "Thumper,"  "Stump," Dick "Radar," "Midge," Steve "Blackie" Sam "Pud" and Eddie "Poochie."

I remember as young boys around ages 9-to-13, we'd round up the guys for a game of sandlot baseball or just to hang out by going street to street and standing in front of a friends house and YELLING OUT  his nickname. We never bothered to go to a door to knock...the rule was: stand in the middle of the street and yell the person's name.

I recall how "Poochie's grandfather from Italy lived with "Poochies" parents. The old- grandfather spoke very little broken English. One day about three or four guys were standing in front of their house and in unison, we all called out, "Hey, Poochie." Suddenly the front door opened and their stood "Poochie's Grandpa waving a walking cane towards us boys as he yelled back in his thick Italian tongue, " Hey, you boys-a-no-call my grandson, Poochie?...He's-a-no fooking dog!" Poochie appeared and hug his grandpa and explained, "They don't mean nothin' bad; they're my friends."
Let's face it all new immigrant arrivals had to learn America's national anthem word, sooner or later...most sooner.

Still Miss It

Recently, someone asked me what I missed about coaching basketball. I did not have to think long because it is always at the surface of my thoughts. Let me explain it this way:
Many successful high school basketball coaches had a specific offensive and defensive approach year in and year out; they were known for molding players into a system. I did not embrace that philosophy.

The biggest thing I enjoyed about coaching was accepting the reality that each year my players brought individual skills and attitudes that I must mold into a team concept. Every year there were obvious collective team strengths and weaknesses. Sometimes we had physical size. Other years, we were small. Sometimes fast/quick and years when we were lumbering and slow. Considering the aforementioned, sometimes we wanted to create a track meet tempo other years we were more interested in a plowing contest.  Perhaps my baseball pitching background also influenced my defensive coaching philosophy. Some hitters can handle the fast ball but not a change up. Some hitters are pathetic seeing a breaking pitch. Well, some basketball teams are comfortable facing a man-to-man defense but are clueless against a zone defense. And a match up defense cause some teams frustration. My teams came with many bullets and my guys believed ONE would hit the bulls eye before games end.

I always believed that my coaching responsibility was to identify team strengths and weaknesses and then sell the players on specific defensive and offensive approaches that accentuated our positives, negated our weaknesses and put us in a position to win at the end. That profiled, I recall one season my guys lead the State in team scoring averaging 88 points per game. Another season, I remember my team advancing to the sectional finals with a 28-27 win over a very talented taller team.
Understand, that which I miss the most about coaching is bringing teen boys, from different walks of
life together and challenging them to sacrifice self for others, buy into a team concept and trust coaches and teammates. If I could accomplish those objectives the desirable outcome goals would more than likely follow.
 I know without question those who came through THAT coaching program we're a leg up becoming great husbands, fathers and successful men. They know how to sacrifice, trust, be trusted, make commitments, use their minds and be selfless.

It's Just Stuff

Everybody has some but some folks have much more than other folks. Your thinking perhaps money, brains or fears.  I am referring to 'stuff' or 'junk.' Money, brains and fears are found on my short list. I frequently stumble over lots of stuff and struggle tossing my junk.

I spent 54-years in the sports world. Along with the many intrinsic rewards in sports there are certainly growing extrinsic awards given at every turn. I received more than a fair share of plaques, various certificates of commendation and endless photos to document the aforementioned moments. I appreciated those who took the initiative to recognize my efforts and noted successes. That said, those extrinsic awards today qualify as 'stuff.' Stuff that others may define as junk. The reality is when I croak, my kids will face that moment trying to decide if they should 'pitch-it' or store it. I know this because I have rearranged my stuff and the stuff of my Aunt Kate, who died five years ago and my mother's stuff since her death nearly four years past.

I cannot speak for others but as for me, I find it difficult to discard prized possessions of love ones especially since their voices are silenced. Over the years, I have slowly subtracted my stuff.
 I am sure some will remain in my watch.

I am now addressing my personal stuff with a more matter-of-fact determination. I wish to remove the pending angst from my kids.

Money Talks and...

The news floating across the prairie into Macon County displaces the normal soy bean burning stench from Decatur plants. It appears yet another 'group' is offended with a perception of politically incorrect name reference. These would be people of small physical stature. Let me explain.

Freeburg high school, which is located in Southwest Illinois has used the mascot name 'Midgets' for approximately 100 years. As the story goes the name was coined when their undersized basketball team defeated a much taller more physical team...therefore, the Freeburg 'Midgets.'

The Little People of America organization is spearheading efforts to bring down the Freeburg 'Midgets' mascot. Let's pause here for a brief definition and differential explanation. In 1957, the LPA was formed and stated that people under 58 inches tall with disproportionate body parts, are defined as dwarfs...those meeting that criteria may be LPA members; not midgets who are defined as shorter than normal sized people but with 'normal' body extremities.

The word 'midget' is used frequently in our culture to describe smaller than average objects, things and people with no derogatory intention. Example: Midget Football League.

Some organizations in our society grab this offended poppycock for attention or a money shakedown technique. Professional sport teams like, Atlanta 'Braves,' Cleveland 'Indians,' and Washington 'Redskins,' have told these groups to buzz off. Of course, America's phoniest organization, the NCAA,  puts pressure on their membership universities to drop Indian mascots or not be permitted to participate in post season play. Most universities comply while Florida State gets a pass because as the NCAA states, "They have a 'unique' relationship with the Seminoles Tribe."  I wonder what qualifies as unique? I wonder if Florida State University provides a few perks for the Seminoles tribe?  In any event, I say, "Go Midgets !"

My Everyday Fight

Ever so often, I find myself wishing for the BC (before Christ) philosophy, 'an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.' I suppose you could say, I'm a 'tit for tat' guy. Anyway, I heard on a St. Louis radio station yesterday that some low life asshole put a puppy in a microwave oven killing the dog. My immediate thought was...put the bastard in an oven and cook his ass.

Finally, I brushed Satan off my shoulder recalling Christ's admonishment to 'judge not that ye be judged.' Therefore, I asked the Lord to forgive my initial reactionary thoughts. That personal dilemma aside for the moment, I have heard recent rhetoric indicating the pendulum of public opinion is swinging back favoring capital punishment.  Perhaps people are getting tired of street violence and the fear of violence thus wish to maximize punitive measures believing that stronger punishment will deter.

I'm not smart enough to have the correct answer. I am scripture wise enough to know where Jesus stands on this question...Romans 12:19.

Would War Attitudes Change If...

If you do the research, you will find that the United States has entered into many treaty-deals with many nations throughout time. Most of those nations with whom we had been at war could not be trusted at the time of the treaty signing. Some of those nations still cannot be trusted...Russia comes to my mind, perhaps you think of Germany or Japan.

Here is my question: If you have an on-going dispute with a neighbor that threatens to erupt into a physical confrontation, would you wish to enter into a treaty of non-violence or ring his doorbell and sucker punch the guy? This would seem to be the two choices the United States has with Iran. We have already sucker punched and invaded one Middle East sovereign country during President G. W. Bush's tenure. I am for NOT repeating that scenario any time soon! However, If you listen carefully to many GOP presidential candidates they seem to favor G.W.'s Game plan. Okay, but before we engage in one more war...
Congress should bring back the mandatory military draft. This will allow equal sacrifices of young lives across America's social and economic spectrum. Personally, I am tired seeing poor kids die in rich mens' wars.

Phony is What Phony States

Actions are stronger than words; "Talk is cheap." And thus the sayings go.
Two great athletes come to mind when I think of backing up cheap talk with strong actions. The great baseball hall-of-fame pitcher, Jerome Herman 'Dizzy' Dean and Muhammad Ali. If you don't believe me 'you can look it up,' as Yogi Berra would say.

Presidential candidate, Donald Trump states often that as president, "I will make America great again." I have listened carefully to Mr. Trump and I Hear him speak about building a wall on the Mexican border, which will be "impenetrable." I hear him say that he is going to make Mexico pay for the wall but I never hear 'how.' Trump never gives any concrete measures or methods he would incorporate to make America 'great' again. Well, there is one exception. He advocates the use military might to gain control of the Middle East oil fields. Trump said he would invade with military force and secure these fields with a ring of military personnel. Thank God he's not interested in 'nation building' but only business building. And we Americans are afraid that we cannot trust Iran; perhaps there are a few sovereign nations who hold a similar distrust of our USA considering recent history.

And of course, Trump is just like others who pontificate repealing Obamacare...He is absolutely positive it's a bad health care approach, but he only states he has ideas for a replacement...like others he never mentions details.

My father told me many years ago,"There are two kinds of men: 'show and go.' "

He Had My Back

Facing on-going opposition to move a basketball program forward and maintain competitiveness, I resigned the Edwardsville high school head coach position at the close of the 1976-77 season. In late April, I was driving to Macomb, Illinois to umpire a Western Illinois University weekend baseball series. I had made arrangements to stop by the Jacksonville School District administrative offices to discuss the head basketball vacancy at that high school. I interviewed for perhaps 45-minutes with Assistant Superintendent, Fred Osburn and Athletic Director, Al Rosenberger. I was offered the job that day, that moment. I told them that I would 'think' about the offer. At the direction of Superintendent, Robert Crowe the perks got better and they rest is history.

Al Rosenberger was a fun colleague with whom to work. Robert Crowe's administration with the personnel of Osburn, Joe Dewees and John Conklin was the absolute best. Fred Osburn was significantly supportive of my efforts in a most decisive, competitive and feisty manner. He supported me on the implementation of summer programs and an eight team elementary school fall basketball league and my position on athletic codes. Fred stood toe to toe with those who would have my hide after a second season 1-23 record. When the tide turned and successful winning seasons came, Fred Osburn stood tall reminding those who had complained that 'he' was instrumental in my hire. He was a great friend and advocate. He was undaunted by popular views and perceived political correctness.
Only a fool would attempt to intimidate Fred Osburn...my kind of trench warrior.

Fred Osburn died this past week. He was 82. My heart is heavy. He was one of the truest friends I have ever known. I will cherish those memories.

Lord of All

Last Sunday, sitting in the back row at Grace United Methodist Church (Decatur), I made some quick visual observations. First, this note: If you wish to 'get' those good back row seats, you need to arrive early. Late arrivals are ushered down front where they might have eye contact with the minister and get the crazy idea that his sermon on sin is directed towards them.

Okay, here's my two observations: First, there are more old ladies than old men in Church. We can only assume one of two reasons...men die sooner or men tend to be heathens. Secondly, Sunday morning in America is perhaps the most acted out segregated day in this nation, which is established on Judeo-Christian principles. Please don't get in a dither with these comments, God forbid a fool to suggest we all worship the Lord with just anybody sitting beside us in the pew.

I simply find it interesting that we Christians, of all colors, sing about His Amazing Grace, His forgiving mercy and His promise of eternity...we just don't care to share the message. On the other hand, perhaps had folks from all ethnic backgrounds been worshiping the the Lord since the emancipation, we just might not need that 'race conversation.'

Okay everyone, take out your hymnals, turn to page 347 and as we stand and join hands, shall we sing that wonderful old hymn.........................
"They'll Know We Are Christians By Our Love."

Who Say Who Dat?

I read recently that more and more parents are 'choosing' the gender of their baby. I might add the parents are spending an average $18,000.00 to decide their child's sex. It appears those mommies and daddies select boys over girls. (Wrap your brain around that for awhile).

It would be interesting to determine attitudes and voting opinions regarding these God playing adventures such as gender selection, abortion, fertility drugs, artificial insemination, etc. Of course, we can likely agree that positions on these issues are settled upon after folks rationalize personal choices.

Today, our society turns to science for many things that were personal choices in days gone bye.
 E-Harmony and Christian Mingle are just a couple of examples, which take the pressure off of 'chance meetings and falling in love.'

Mrs. Gump told Forest, "Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what your going to get." Today that ain't necessarily so!

Can we only imagine how pissed parents would be if thirty years after spending twenty thousand dollars to select and guarantee a male child...Bruce chooses to become Kaitlyn?

Uncertain

The older I become, now 76, the more I believe the general population is rather simple in thought. However, I am uncertain...
Is that opinion a 'reality' or just senility gaining a greater foothold?

Bloodline ?

Last Monday evening, I attended the Cardinals / Cubs' game at Wrigley Field. Let me share a backdrop. My Chicagoland daughter and son-in law designed a very special baseball night. They intended to take my wife and I to the game but not sit in just any old stadium seat munching on vendor-vittles. We were going to enjoy the privacy luxury box seats adjacent to a suite, which offers upscale complimentary food. We are talking unlimited foods and beverages. I heard whispers that each person's game package exceeded $300.00 apiece.

The day before the game, my wife and daughter begged off attendance opting to share dinner alone at Ruth Chris Steakhouse. Okay, we now have two spare tickets. Grandson Colin was all over one ducat like a wet blanket. Another grandson, Connor had to wait until the last minute to see if 'his' own summer league baseball game was going to survive a passing rain shower. It did not rain therefore, he was off the short list leaving the last ticket seeking a companion.

By default, 15-old granddaughter, Kaitlyn was 'plugged' into the Roman-style sport experience. The young lady entered Wrigley Field carrying a book, which was an indication that 'a baseball game' is not one of her burning passions. During the evening, I noted my granddaughter reading her book, filling a food plate, text-messaging and taking cell phone photos of a spider that made its way onto a suite railing.

As we departed the stadium and made our way to the parking lot, I overheard granddaughter Kaitlyn ask, "Did the Blackhawks win again?"

We forgot how to 'Say' No.

Reports suggest five to seven percent of women on American college campuses report rape or attempted rape. Recently, many states and colleges have structured anti-assault/rape initiative programs. We should applaud these proactive attempts to protect students most vulnerable to such victimization.

Rather than pretend to be knowledgeable about any of the proposed initiatives, instead, I would wonder aloud if the powers that be ever consider a 'flashback.' Where were we on this matter years ago and how did we arrive at this juncture?

Years ago, America's college campuses did NOT offer coed dorms. Years ago, curfews for college women and mens' dorms was strictly enforced. Years ago, alcohol was not permitted on campus property. Years ago, you never heard of one female vacating the dorm, thus allowing her roommate to 'shack-up' with visiting boyfriend. Consequences for violators could be dire and embarrassing.

It would appear that every time our society dumbs down accountability, we create serious problems. The accountability dumb down begins in the home. I recall in the late 1980's serving as a high school athletic director. I intercepted several written communications from parents who were detailing the 'post homecoming party rules.' There WOULD BE alcohol at the party therefore students must agree to surrendering auto keys and staying the night. Never mind that the parents were assisting minors in law breaking criminal behavior. Ignore the fact that many of these students and parents co-signed extra-curricular 'no alcohol pledges.'

Parents began enabling bad and potentially destructive behavior instead of parenting and insisting on proper behavior...it all started unraveling when parents stopped using the following phrase:
 "No!" "Because I said so!"

Don't Rush Things

Sometime ago, I saw one of those 'final arrangements' funeral home advertisements. It got my wife and I thinking about THAT day and the inherent responsibilities. Therefore, we got the process rolling and purchased the internment site and documented final wishes. The only detail that remains is to pick a 'box.' This will alleviate the burden potentially placed upon our children. I shared this information with my kids perhaps four or five years ago.

One adult child recently shared with me that she got a commitment from a former student of mine to sing various gospel hymns at my 'going away' celebration. I'm okay with this because the young female singer is terrific...I am sorry to miss her talent that day. However...

Reviewing this recent father-daughter conversation, I am now wondering just how active and hard my kids are working on this project behind the scenes? I find myself taking my blood pressure more frequently and 'looking' in the mirror.

At ease children, at ease. And may I ask, when visiting, you kids need to stop laying on the floor looking at the bottom of furniture attempting to see what names are there. That is tacky behavior.

I Don't Like That !

I know you didn't ask but I shall nevertheless offer my three (3) greatest pet peeves:

Pet Peeve #1: Sport analysts who refuse to offer true and unbiased analysis but continually deliver the 'company line.'

Pet Peeve #2: Uninvited, unsolicited and unwelcome advertisement at my personally paid for entertainments, such as the movie theater and cable television programming. Let me explain: I am told the movie will begin at 4:00PM and after paying $16.00 for tickets and $12.00 for a bucket of popcorn, I must watch twenty minutes of advertisement before the feature flick begins. Also, Sunday mornings one third of the television channels are carrying paid advertisement programs...excuse me, I have already paid for this viewing and I wish not to watch peddlers 'hawking' cookware and sweepers.

Pet Peeve #3: Men who don't 'stand close' to the urinal !...

Thanks for reading...I feel better.

What's That Really Mean?

At the start of every Illinois high school basketball season the IHSA held 'Rules  Interpretation Meetings' throughout the state. The thrust of these mandatory meetings was the focus upon 'newly' adopted rules and how they would be interpreted and administered. Sometimes the verbal interpretation explanation was spot on other times it was left a tad fuzzy. As for the implementation and administration of most rules it did not make poor officials better or good officials worse.

I don't attend basketball rules interpretation meetings any longer however, I do go to 'interpretation meetings' every Sunday morning. I have heard explanations of many scriptures as they relate to an eye for an eye, taking a life (abortion/capital punishment), divorce and homosexuality just to mention but a few of the ever hot topics. I have come to appreciate that faith-based living predicated upon Biblical interpretation can be an evolving-elusive state. Living in a ethnic and faith-doctrine melting pot requires secular laws against a backdrop of a myriad of religions. Finding that sweet spot of tolerant coexistence and leaving judgments to God seems to be a most reasonable approach.

As with the sport officials, I always wonder if personal views of the ONE interpreting gives 'slant' to interpretations. If not, why then the debate?

Bring in the Clowns

Let me begin by saying, my father would absolutely not tolerate a boastful demeanor or cocky attitude. That said, I will acknowledge my rearing in that house may have tainted my perspective thus rendering me 'all wet' on the following subject.

The strong Presidential-candidate polling of Donald Trump suggests three things. (1) a ugly prejudice  attitude is deep-seeded in our culture. How else could one explain that a presidential candidate who makes negative remarks about ethnic groups soars in the polls, (2) a large weak field of presidential candidates feeds fringe fanatics and (3) many American people are attracted to obnoxious boisterous blowhard behavior such as professional wrestling and Donald Trump.

My father followed the orders of General George S. Patton during WWII. He and hundreds of thousands of military warriors guaranteed this 4th of July celebration. Ironically, my father also insured the right of Donald Trump to play the clown; acting like a fool and demonstrating the VERY behavior my father deplored.

Nothing Beats Teamwork

The 'kitchen myth' is perpetuated by advertisements. Let me elaborate on the heels of the periodic disagreement my wife and I have regarding dish washing. She buys into the notion that dishes are cleaner when washed in an automatic dishwasher whereas, I maintain that sink-hot-water hand-washed and hand dried dishes are cleaner.

Our most recent debate on the subject occurred yesterday morning as we listened to a report suggesting that you need NOT knock off food before placing the dish in the automatic washer. The dishes will be sterilized and dried automatically.  I say, "Bull-Butter!"

When driving my automobile through a automatic car wash...(1) The bugs and tar will not fall off unless you scrub before entering wash.  (2) The tire rims will not be clean unless you use a towel on them after exiting the wash. (3) There will be a light film of dirt on my auto's body needing to be wiped off? (4) The windows spots will need to be wiped, also.

The next time you are restaurant dinning, look closely at the plates, silverware and drinking glasses.

There are three 'myths' engulfing Americans: (1) If you give corporations greater tax breaks they will employ more people, (2) Three basketball referees manage a game better than two referees and
(3) Automatic is better than 'elbow grease.' If the use of the phrase 'elbow grease' baffles you, seek out someone older than 55 for explanation.

Finally, I believe there is a direct correlation between a lower incident of divorce amongst couples who stand side-by-side after family meals and hand wash & hand dry dishes.

"None so Blind as Those that Will Not See."

Here is my acknowledgement/disclaimer: I am a white liberal-leaning Christian. I confess Jesus Christ as my Lord and accept your right to confess 'Waldo' as your Savior or embrace atheism. I don't want YOUR prayer said in public schools therefore I will not expect mine to be said. You cannot put your printed beliefs in the public square therefore I shall not demand my beloved Ten Commandments to be there. I accept this because I read somewhere about a group of folks (Pilgrims) who came to this country to escape religious persecution. Then some guys called founding fathers decided all other folks coming to this country would be safe from such persecution. That means if your beliefs get favored over my beliefs...I'm persecuted and visa versa.

I recently viewed on Facebook a photo of the Confederate Flag and two male blacks with their pants 'bagging.' The caption read, "If this (flag) has to come down then these (pants) should have to go up." I am well aware of my average intelligence and yet I cannot make that connection!
I know the Confederate Flag debate is centered around race but if this is some attempt to make a racial connection with bagging pants it misses because too damn many white kids 'bag.'

People have every free-right to display/fly the Confederate Flag; that's not an issue. The issue is flying a flag, which was placed over a federal building (1961) by Southern white folks who were pissed off about the civil rights' movement.you cannot fly 'that' flag in the Public square!

Excuse me while I go pray in my closet.

Keep It Simple Stupid

As a 1950's East St. Louis teenager, I was exposed to a lot of ethnic cultures. My river city hometown had all kinds of ethnic neighborhoods; Italians, Polish, Armenians, Greeks, Germans, French and of course a Black neighborhood section. Let me state unequivocally that during the 1940's & '50's these segregated areas primarily existed by dwellers' choice. This was caused by first and second generation immigrants dealing with language issues. I wish I could say the same was true regarding the Black neighborhoods but that would be a falsehood...we all know why Blacks were in the South end of East St. Louis...poor but affordable housing and segregation.

As a teen, I enjoyed the music of Muddy Waters, Dinah Washington, John Lee Hooker, Little Milton, Sarah Vaughn, Fats Domino and others. I was young but I was not stupid about music. I knew some white singer would have a hit record with Fats Domino's 'Ain't That A Shame.' On main stream radio, Fats Domino's songs were not going to be played with the same frequency as Pat Boone's recordings. I listened to the local Black station to stay ahead of the curve.

On Sunday nights, I'd listen to that same radio station broadcasting from a Black Church. Once the Rev. scolded his Sunday evening congregation. East St. Louis was experiencing a drought and the preacher told his flock that they were going to pray for rain at Sunday evening's service. The Pastor gave the congregation the dickens when he said, "Brothers and Sisters, I told you we were going to pray for rain tonight and I don't see one umbrella...Oh, ye of little faith !"

Early in my Jacksonville coaching tenure, I attended a Black Church and noticed one of those 'wall attendance-boards.' On the board was this slogan: 'Be on time, Pay attention and Pray hard.'           The next Crimsons' season we had a new squad motto: 'Be on time, Pay Attention  and Play Hard.' That became my only three team rules for the next twenty-one years. I did add one additional thing
coaching in Decatur...'Play Hard Or Go Home!' Yep, it's known as the KISS philosophy...
'Keep It Simple a Stupid.'