The blessings just keep coming. Look, let me clear the air up-front. My wife and I have never bought into to that ethnocentric crap 'blieving' OURS was better than others. We love our relatives and believe they are terrific people. We likewise love our children, grand-grandchildren and great grandchildren and think they are talented and very special. That said, I don't believe OURS is better than YOURS. My wife and I did not 'talk' this game you can bet your sweet backside we 'walked it!'
I made it a point to balance hoorahs and criticisms...that's right, I was always ready to point out where I thought mine could measure up better. When I attend grandkids' athletic or activities' events, I am quick to praise aspects of their performances, which I believed worthy. The other side of that coin, if I knew something about what they were performing, I never hesitate to suggest a different approach. I would not be critical if I thought they (grandkids) did not wish to improve.
As I began this blog...the blessings just KEEP COMING. This Saturday was the first of six (6) grandkids' blessings for Nana and Boompa within the next few weeks. Saturday we attended grandson, Colin O'Keefe's Western Michigan University graduation. We celebrated the special occasion with daughter, Dawn and son-in-law, Shawn. Colin is one of seven O'Keefe children. Each of those kids have special talents and like us all, each has hurdles to negotiate. Colin is referenced by all in his family as 'the low maintenance kid.' He is indeed self-sufficient.
On April 12 & 13, four-year college roommate cousins, Loren Roustio and Erica Howell will be graduated from Illinois State University. God willing, Nana and Boompa will share those days with son, Steve & daughter-in-law, Kathy and daughter, Pam & son-in-law, Tim. I'll report on that gathering. Later this spring it's Metro-East high school graduation days for 'The Boys!' Steve and Kathy's triplet sons, Jake, Jamie and Carter receive diplomas; and certainly, I'll have a story from this trio.
A sidebar to all these relationships over the years is this: Gerry and I feel as much respect and love from our children's spouses as we do our kids...what a blessing there!
What's the big deal, you may ask? Here's the BIG DEAL..I'm seventy-eight years old and my wife, Gerry is one year my junior and our God is permitting us to live these blessings.
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Delbert
Sunday, April 30, 2017
Friday, April 28, 2017
Next to Godliness
Teaching physical education and coaching basketball had a common-denominator. There was a shower expectation at the activities conclusion. Speaking from a personal experience that expectation waned drastically over the years. I recall as a junior high and high school athlete that I always took a shower after participation. I had soap and a towel in my gym-locker. In college, I had soap and deodorant in my locker; a towel was always provided.
The first 10-14 years coaching, I noticed athletes usually showered. The shower started disappearing from the physical education activity. Many parents began writing those infamous 'please excuse' notes to get junior and missy out of showering and if possible 'getting dressed and participating.' I understand that some young people have physical maturation and developmental issues but the proportion of students bringing bogus notes begging off getting dressed for physical education and taking showers exceedes that possible number.
From 1962 until 2001 physical education classes and shower habits changed greatly. Once upon a time the P.E. students all dressed in school approved uniforms. The class began with military style roll call and warm up exercise calesthenics. Physical educators tried despartly to demand this procedure but as time passed parents ratcheted up the demands in behalf of their childs' plea to 'write an excuse note' and administrators took the easier road of not backing the physical education's philosophies.
I suppose it's of little consequence when we know parents are teaching discipline and demanding good hygiene habits of their child.
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Little Bit of Soap
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Little Bit of Soap
Thursday, April 27, 2017
Spell 'Irony.'
Remember this elementary school spelling exercises? The teacher would give the student a word, which they would 'spell' and then ask the student to 'use the word in a sentence.' In doing this the student thus demonstrated correctness in spelling and comprehension of word usage.
Here is an example of that scenario:
Teacher: "Billy,spell irony."
Billy: "Irony, i-r-o-n-y."
Teacher: "That's correct, now use irony in a sentence, Billy."
Billy: "There is 'irony' that General Flynn chanted 'lock her up,' (Hillary Clinton) for crimes Hillary Clinton did not commit and it looks like General Flynn could be 'locked up' for crimes he did commit."
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Johnny Cash
Here is an example of that scenario:
Teacher: "Billy,spell irony."
Billy: "Irony, i-r-o-n-y."
Teacher: "That's correct, now use irony in a sentence, Billy."
Billy: "There is 'irony' that General Flynn chanted 'lock her up,' (Hillary Clinton) for crimes Hillary Clinton did not commit and it looks like General Flynn could be 'locked up' for crimes he did commit."
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Johnny Cash
Wednesday, April 26, 2017
Numbers Marking Time
I have always had a fascination with numbers. This does not suggest some intellectual embrace of mathematics. I simply remember numbers. I recall uniform numbers of professional athletes, friends addresses, family and friends' telephone numbers and trivia number-records. That said, I guess it would follow that some personal numbers grab my attention. I am 78 years old and will soon attend my 60th East St. Louis high school Class Reunion...WOW...Those are some kinda numbers to wrap my head around.
Last week, I received an invitation to attend Mason City high school's Class of 1967 50th Class Reunion. That number caught my attention. My goodness was it THAT long ago when I coached those Mason City 'Huskies?' I should be prepared for such numbers. It was just 3-years ago that I attended Assumption high school's Golden Class Reunion. Those Assumption & Mason City 'retired' people were just 16-17 year-old kids when I coached them back-in-the-day. I must keep reminding myself that the 'Coach is 78.'
Family numbers are constantly changing. Our 3-adult children & spouses' children number 15 and 3-of that number will graduate from high school this spring while another 3 will receive college diplomas. 2-of the 15-grandkids are married and 1-is mother of 2-of our great-grandkids. Mercy, I just realized these numbers got started on 6-11-1960, when Gerry and I married following 7-courtship years.You-got-it 57th wedding anniversary coming soon. BINGO!
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How the time flies
Last week, I received an invitation to attend Mason City high school's Class of 1967 50th Class Reunion. That number caught my attention. My goodness was it THAT long ago when I coached those Mason City 'Huskies?' I should be prepared for such numbers. It was just 3-years ago that I attended Assumption high school's Golden Class Reunion. Those Assumption & Mason City 'retired' people were just 16-17 year-old kids when I coached them back-in-the-day. I must keep reminding myself that the 'Coach is 78.'
Family numbers are constantly changing. Our 3-adult children & spouses' children number 15 and 3-of that number will graduate from high school this spring while another 3 will receive college diplomas. 2-of the 15-grandkids are married and 1-is mother of 2-of our great-grandkids. Mercy, I just realized these numbers got started on 6-11-1960, when Gerry and I married following 7-courtship years.You-got-it 57th wedding anniversary coming soon. BINGO!
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How the time flies
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Plain Talk
Today, I declare 'Readers Participation Day.' That's right, I invite you to share your recollections on the subject.
My Dad possessed a 'knack' in his communication style. He spoke volumes using few words. Actually, my father could oft times say a lot with just a LOOK. The difference between my mother's communication and that of my father's was found in 'tone delivery.' Simply stated, mom would sugar-coat messages in the attempt not to hurt feelings. Dad cut-the-hog and let it bleed.
Here is a sampling of one-liners and quick-quips from my Dad's lips:
1) Because I said so.
2) Yours is not to reason why, yours is but to do or die.
3) If a job's worth doing it's worth doing well.
4) Shallow hours begin around mid-night. Be home before they start.
5) Don't let your mouth overload your ass while out on the streets.
6) When you pay the bills, I'll ask your opinion.
7) I'll whistle once when supper's ready; don't make us wait.
8) Behave yourself at school. Don't make me miss work to come talk with your teacher.
9) Excuses are like assholes, boy, everybody has one.
10) If you're going to play sports, hustle and don't embarrass me.
11) If you don't like something in your life then do something to change it.
12) Don't come to the supper table complaining, I Don't.
Perhaps my aging brain has left one or two off the list. Two things certain: I surely did not want to disappoint the man and his smile of approval or "Atta Boy," comment made the day.
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Oh My Papa
My Dad possessed a 'knack' in his communication style. He spoke volumes using few words. Actually, my father could oft times say a lot with just a LOOK. The difference between my mother's communication and that of my father's was found in 'tone delivery.' Simply stated, mom would sugar-coat messages in the attempt not to hurt feelings. Dad cut-the-hog and let it bleed.
Here is a sampling of one-liners and quick-quips from my Dad's lips:
1) Because I said so.
2) Yours is not to reason why, yours is but to do or die.
3) If a job's worth doing it's worth doing well.
4) Shallow hours begin around mid-night. Be home before they start.
5) Don't let your mouth overload your ass while out on the streets.
6) When you pay the bills, I'll ask your opinion.
7) I'll whistle once when supper's ready; don't make us wait.
8) Behave yourself at school. Don't make me miss work to come talk with your teacher.
9) Excuses are like assholes, boy, everybody has one.
10) If you're going to play sports, hustle and don't embarrass me.
11) If you don't like something in your life then do something to change it.
12) Don't come to the supper table complaining, I Don't.
Perhaps my aging brain has left one or two off the list. Two things certain: I surely did not want to disappoint the man and his smile of approval or "Atta Boy," comment made the day.
(Touch)
Oh My Papa
Monday, April 24, 2017
Goose & Gander Equality
An old college friend telephoned the other day with a business proposal. After a few brief introductory exchanges, my friend asked, "Have you ever patronized a Hooters' Restaurant?" I said that my wife and I believe that Hooters serves one of the best hamburgers we've ever eaten. We have eaten many times at Hooters and it's true that several years ago, while family vacationing, we took our young grandchildren to a Florida Hooters for lunch. As I said, Hooters offers a great burger.
Hooters, for the few who may not know, is named in reference to a female's breasts. The Hooters Restaurant waitresses are young women who wear tight fitting short-shorts and a low cut neckline top, which exposes Hooters' cleavage. These well mannered young waitresses come to your table, sit down with you and with a friendly, hometown-girl-next door chit chat demeanor take your order from a bar-style food menu.
Okay, back to the telephone call and my college friend's business proposal. He wishes to approach the Hooters' corporation and explore the possibility that a similar restaurant theme appealing to female customers could offer a financial windfall. This new restaurant could be attached to existing Hooters establishments in such a fashion that the same kitchen would serve the Hooters customers and the 'BALLS' Restaurant patrons. You heard it correctly...'Balls!' The Balls eatery side would feature male-waiters wearing cut-away sleeveless t-shirts and tight fitting Speedo swim trunks.
In offering this 'Hooters-Balls' merger, we ease the rather demeaning connotation targeting women as 'sex symbols' as we advance 'turn-about' gawking by females toward males. I shall keep you updated on the progress of this idea and let you know if anything comes up.
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The Killer
Hooters, for the few who may not know, is named in reference to a female's breasts. The Hooters Restaurant waitresses are young women who wear tight fitting short-shorts and a low cut neckline top, which exposes Hooters' cleavage. These well mannered young waitresses come to your table, sit down with you and with a friendly, hometown-girl-next door chit chat demeanor take your order from a bar-style food menu.
Okay, back to the telephone call and my college friend's business proposal. He wishes to approach the Hooters' corporation and explore the possibility that a similar restaurant theme appealing to female customers could offer a financial windfall. This new restaurant could be attached to existing Hooters establishments in such a fashion that the same kitchen would serve the Hooters customers and the 'BALLS' Restaurant patrons. You heard it correctly...'Balls!' The Balls eatery side would feature male-waiters wearing cut-away sleeveless t-shirts and tight fitting Speedo swim trunks.
In offering this 'Hooters-Balls' merger, we ease the rather demeaning connotation targeting women as 'sex symbols' as we advance 'turn-about' gawking by females toward males. I shall keep you updated on the progress of this idea and let you know if anything comes up.
(Touch)
The Killer
Saturday, April 22, 2017
When it began...
Today, Saturday, April 22 is 'Record Store Saturday.' An international day to celebrate record stores and highlight the vinyl record. Take note: Vinyl records are making a 'comeback.'
Like many people, I am a pop culture music lover who collected more than a fair share of vinyl records. Most of my hundreds of 45's and LP's chronicle the music of the 1940's through the 1980's.
I have a rather extensive collection of gospel, Broadway Show tunes, Billboard Pop Hits and some Jazz and Classical. I find time during a week to isolate myself in my downstairs office where I can listen to various individual and group artists. I find this retreat most satisfying and rejuvenating.
I particularly enjoy the sounds of doo wop and Motown groups. For years, I believed that the Five Satins' song, 'In The Still of The Night' was the first recording to be characterized as true doo wop. Today, I would argue the case in behalf of the Penguins who recorded and released this song in 1954:
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Earth Angel
Like many people, I am a pop culture music lover who collected more than a fair share of vinyl records. Most of my hundreds of 45's and LP's chronicle the music of the 1940's through the 1980's.
I have a rather extensive collection of gospel, Broadway Show tunes, Billboard Pop Hits and some Jazz and Classical. I find time during a week to isolate myself in my downstairs office where I can listen to various individual and group artists. I find this retreat most satisfying and rejuvenating.
I particularly enjoy the sounds of doo wop and Motown groups. For years, I believed that the Five Satins' song, 'In The Still of The Night' was the first recording to be characterized as true doo wop. Today, I would argue the case in behalf of the Penguins who recorded and released this song in 1954:
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Earth Angel
Friday, April 21, 2017
The Soundtracks of Our Lives
I suppose it's true that music 'soundtracks' are significant when Americans recall historical events, which impacted society and ultimately our lives. In the late 1950's and early 1960's, Dr. Martin Luther King's name became entwined in the 'Civil Rights' movement. On December 22, 1964, Sam Cooke released his song heralding 'A Change Gonna Come.' The prohibition-bootlegging history of the 1920's is underpinned by 'soundtracks' of songs that encouraged the 'Flappers' to 'Charleston.' I can personally recall the voices of Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra, Jo Stafford, Dinah Shore Rosemary Clooney and Vaughn Monroe who burst onto the pop culture scene catapulted from The Big Band era. The World War II generation danced to the Dorsey bands and The Glenn Miller Band while 'bobbysocksers' did jitter-bug dancing to the Andrew Sisters' 'Bugle Boy of Company 'B.'
During my own 1950's, teen years, we slow danced to music from artist such as Sonny James, Andy Williams, Johnny Mathis, Debbie Reynolds, Kay Starr and Patti Paige. We embraced groups such as The Platters, The Everly Brothers, and the Four Lads. We even 'Cried in The Chapel' with The Orioles. We kicked it up a notch with Elvis and went to The Hop with Danny and the Juniors. We went to Blueberry Hill with Fats and checked out Mabelline with Chuck. We got crazy doing The Hokey Pokey, The Bunny Hop and Mexican Hat Dance. We did The Twist with Chubby and The Stroll with The Diamonds. The Hit Parade, American Bandstand and Soul Train were weekly staples.
CNN has embarked on an American historical musical review series. I'm sure that many people will particularly enjoy those 'Oldies' to which THEY relate.
If you tune in please note one constant thread through the decades of music. There was always fashionable young women intent on enjoying themselves and flouting conventional standards of behavior and the 'cool' spats wearing, pegged pants or Zoot Suited studs standing nearby was 'gawking' at the gals.
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Let The Little Girl Dance
During my own 1950's, teen years, we slow danced to music from artist such as Sonny James, Andy Williams, Johnny Mathis, Debbie Reynolds, Kay Starr and Patti Paige. We embraced groups such as The Platters, The Everly Brothers, and the Four Lads. We even 'Cried in The Chapel' with The Orioles. We kicked it up a notch with Elvis and went to The Hop with Danny and the Juniors. We went to Blueberry Hill with Fats and checked out Mabelline with Chuck. We got crazy doing The Hokey Pokey, The Bunny Hop and Mexican Hat Dance. We did The Twist with Chubby and The Stroll with The Diamonds. The Hit Parade, American Bandstand and Soul Train were weekly staples.
CNN has embarked on an American historical musical review series. I'm sure that many people will particularly enjoy those 'Oldies' to which THEY relate.
If you tune in please note one constant thread through the decades of music. There was always fashionable young women intent on enjoying themselves and flouting conventional standards of behavior and the 'cool' spats wearing, pegged pants or Zoot Suited studs standing nearby was 'gawking' at the gals.
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Let The Little Girl Dance
Thursday, April 20, 2017
Don't Get Sucked In
All have heard the familiar warnings about two bodies of water; the ocean and rivers. The concern we often hear regarding the rivers is 'beware of possible currents' and the ocean warning cautions folks about the 'rip-tides.' Each water phenomenon can be deadly to the unsuspecting or inexperienced.
I have a 'social-family-relationship' warning. Most readers have asked parents for an opinion and most have had parents offer unsolicited opinions. Kinda part of our family dynamics, which can erupt in ugliness if we are not cautious. It usually occurs when the possibility is not anticipated.
Let me explain using a personal experience. My wife (Gerry) and I had a terrific relationship with my parents and her widowed mother. We often solicited our parents opinions when we were contemplating big decisions. Many times we would factor in those opinions other times we might reject the offerings without further conversations.
Many times my parents would travel to our homes in Assumption, Mason City, Washington, Edwardsville and Jacksonville. While visiting for a long weekend, my father might take it upon himself to go beyond 'suggesting' a living-room/family room furniture re-arrangement but instead simply re-arrange the furniture in a different fashion without permission. My wife would always leave the furniture how dad had arranged it. Often, after my folks departed for home, she had me put the furniture back to its original location.
It's somewhat like 18-year old grandson, Jamie Roustio functions regarding his Nana's (Gerry's) advice. Nana is notorious for staying 'after' grandchildren to eat more of this and that when seated at meals. At some point the grandkids will stand their ground with a "NO!" Jamie asked me once, "Boompa, why do all the grandkids fight Nana about eating when she keeps after them to eat more food?" Jamie went on to say, "It's a little easier on everybody to just eat the darn food! Who wants to get sucked into an argument with Nana?"
Avoid 'Danger'...READ SIGNS. (Touch) Detour
I have a 'social-family-relationship' warning. Most readers have asked parents for an opinion and most have had parents offer unsolicited opinions. Kinda part of our family dynamics, which can erupt in ugliness if we are not cautious. It usually occurs when the possibility is not anticipated.
Let me explain using a personal experience. My wife (Gerry) and I had a terrific relationship with my parents and her widowed mother. We often solicited our parents opinions when we were contemplating big decisions. Many times we would factor in those opinions other times we might reject the offerings without further conversations.
Many times my parents would travel to our homes in Assumption, Mason City, Washington, Edwardsville and Jacksonville. While visiting for a long weekend, my father might take it upon himself to go beyond 'suggesting' a living-room/family room furniture re-arrangement but instead simply re-arrange the furniture in a different fashion without permission. My wife would always leave the furniture how dad had arranged it. Often, after my folks departed for home, she had me put the furniture back to its original location.
It's somewhat like 18-year old grandson, Jamie Roustio functions regarding his Nana's (Gerry's) advice. Nana is notorious for staying 'after' grandchildren to eat more of this and that when seated at meals. At some point the grandkids will stand their ground with a "NO!" Jamie asked me once, "Boompa, why do all the grandkids fight Nana about eating when she keeps after them to eat more food?" Jamie went on to say, "It's a little easier on everybody to just eat the darn food! Who wants to get sucked into an argument with Nana?"
Avoid 'Danger'...READ SIGNS. (Touch) Detour
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
Be Strong for The Weak
Grandpa E. V. Bennett often cautioned his wife (Mammy) to "Tend to your own knitten', Mary." I suppose that Kentuckyism was a way of reminding one to keep your nose out of other folks' business...sound advice, eh? Well, Mammy did not heed the advice and this grandson also ignores the warning. Now don't get me wrong, I never stick my nose into folks private or personal affairs but that's the only thing off-limits.
There has been numerous occasions when I have made the determination that someone was getting abused in some manner and I have intervened. I've never regretted my actions in those circumstances.
Failure to come to the assistance or defense in behalf of another being mistreated or compromised by the more powerful is unacceptable apathy. The first time I noticed this phenomenon was at Charles L. Manners Grade School in East St. Louis. Bullies should not 'rule' the playground.
I am confident my adult children acquired the same attitude and trust they have preached that approach to my grandchildren. I understand that there are great risks when you defend others or attempt any interference in the weaks' behalf. You subject yourself to rejection, ostracism, reproach, condemnation or censorship. However, make no mistake, when you observe a wrong or mistreatment and elect to say nothing or do nothing you run the risk of losing connection with the human condition, which can damage your soul.
I understand everyone is 'running life's race.' That said, if you see somebody run into another person's running-lane, call them out. Don't fall prey to the greatest sickness of the twenty-first century, which is 'fear of criticism and fear of failure.'
(Touch)
Lean on Me
There has been numerous occasions when I have made the determination that someone was getting abused in some manner and I have intervened. I've never regretted my actions in those circumstances.
Failure to come to the assistance or defense in behalf of another being mistreated or compromised by the more powerful is unacceptable apathy. The first time I noticed this phenomenon was at Charles L. Manners Grade School in East St. Louis. Bullies should not 'rule' the playground.
I am confident my adult children acquired the same attitude and trust they have preached that approach to my grandchildren. I understand that there are great risks when you defend others or attempt any interference in the weaks' behalf. You subject yourself to rejection, ostracism, reproach, condemnation or censorship. However, make no mistake, when you observe a wrong or mistreatment and elect to say nothing or do nothing you run the risk of losing connection with the human condition, which can damage your soul.
I understand everyone is 'running life's race.' That said, if you see somebody run into another person's running-lane, call them out. Don't fall prey to the greatest sickness of the twenty-first century, which is 'fear of criticism and fear of failure.'
(Touch)
Lean on Me
Tuesday, April 18, 2017
The Old Bones
Yesterday morning, I got my two-mile walk in at 7:00AM. After breakfast, I spent an hour working on a school district consultant project and then ventured back outdoors to trim and cut the lawn. Shortly after the lunch hour, I began planting tomatoes and peppers and finished that project at about 3:00PM. Before showering, I spent another 45 minutes completing email communications on two Church projects that are pending approval from the Pastors. I then headed upstairs for that hot shower to hit the 'old bones.'
When I emerged from the personal cleanup, my wife informed me that granddaughters Alexa age 13 and Ashlyn age 6, (Dawn & Shawn's youngest daughters) and Shannon age 13-1/2 (Steve & Kathy's youngest daughter) have 'colluded' to negotiate a 'NABOO CAMP' revival. Explanation: For six consecutive summers beginning in 2001, Nana (grandmother-Gerry) and Boompa (grandfather Mel) held a grandchildrens' weeklong camp. Twelve of our 15 grandchildren participated in those six summer camps. You likely have figured out that NABOO is an acronym formed from Nana & Boompa. You have also figured out that the three youngest granddaughters were too young to attend those earlier Naboo Camps but have heard 'stories' and now wish to experience Naboo. I suggested we talk about it over supper and I headed to the patio.
I'm thinking, I get it but I am not sure I can keep the pace11-years later at seventy-eight. Let's see, as I remember that weeklong camp was fast-paced from sun up to sun down. Trips to Decatur's Childrens' Museum, Minitature Golf, Talent Shows, Theme Suppers, Crafts, Hikes and movies.
Well, before I could say 'yes or no,' my wife hollered out the backdoor where I was tending to grill-vittles saying. "I just spoke with the girls and told them Naboo Camp is set for the week of June 17,"
Hey, I decided where to place the pepper plants in the garden patch and I also hung my patio speakers where I wanted! Old Bones
When I emerged from the personal cleanup, my wife informed me that granddaughters Alexa age 13 and Ashlyn age 6, (Dawn & Shawn's youngest daughters) and Shannon age 13-1/2 (Steve & Kathy's youngest daughter) have 'colluded' to negotiate a 'NABOO CAMP' revival. Explanation: For six consecutive summers beginning in 2001, Nana (grandmother-Gerry) and Boompa (grandfather Mel) held a grandchildrens' weeklong camp. Twelve of our 15 grandchildren participated in those six summer camps. You likely have figured out that NABOO is an acronym formed from Nana & Boompa. You have also figured out that the three youngest granddaughters were too young to attend those earlier Naboo Camps but have heard 'stories' and now wish to experience Naboo. I suggested we talk about it over supper and I headed to the patio.
I'm thinking, I get it but I am not sure I can keep the pace11-years later at seventy-eight. Let's see, as I remember that weeklong camp was fast-paced from sun up to sun down. Trips to Decatur's Childrens' Museum, Minitature Golf, Talent Shows, Theme Suppers, Crafts, Hikes and movies.
Well, before I could say 'yes or no,' my wife hollered out the backdoor where I was tending to grill-vittles saying. "I just spoke with the girls and told them Naboo Camp is set for the week of June 17,"
Hey, I decided where to place the pepper plants in the garden patch and I also hung my patio speakers where I wanted! Old Bones
Monday, April 17, 2017
Easy as One, Two, Three
Yesterday, I responded to my iPad notification regarding an available 'update.' After the update was completed, I discovered that I evidently left my iPad/Internet password 'cheat sheet' in Destin, Florida. Now, I'm pretty good remembering numbers i.e. Addresses, birthdays, etc. but since I seldom use those internet codes, I was helpless. Attempting to gain iCloud access, I even failed the security test questions...You know the one: What was the name of your best high school friend? and What was the model of your first auto? I'm sure the auto was a Chevrolet but I put the names three different friends and boom...'failed.'
I've never been too sure of what talents or abilities I possess but I am positive about my limitations and disinterests. I deplore written directions. When I discovered two years ago that I was diabetic and needed to do a daily blood sugar check, I got one of those kits with the meter, strips and lancers. It came with directions. I threw the directions in the trash and drove back to CVS. I marched to the pharmacy counter and told the clerk that they sold me a product and forgot to demonstrate its workings.
I have never liked directions or blueprint readings. I am not mechanically inclined. My father was a good mechanic as are my brothers, Tom and Marty. Me? If it's got more moving parts than a watermelon, I'm in deep doo doo.
Actually, I truly enjoy learning...just not everything!
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Easy as A-B-C
I've never been too sure of what talents or abilities I possess but I am positive about my limitations and disinterests. I deplore written directions. When I discovered two years ago that I was diabetic and needed to do a daily blood sugar check, I got one of those kits with the meter, strips and lancers. It came with directions. I threw the directions in the trash and drove back to CVS. I marched to the pharmacy counter and told the clerk that they sold me a product and forgot to demonstrate its workings.
I have never liked directions or blueprint readings. I am not mechanically inclined. My father was a good mechanic as are my brothers, Tom and Marty. Me? If it's got more moving parts than a watermelon, I'm in deep doo doo.
Actually, I truly enjoy learning...just not everything!
(Touch)
Easy as A-B-C
Sunday, April 16, 2017
Saturday, April 15, 2017
Peace of Mind
My love and tolerance for different races, ethnicity and religious doctrines is the fault of my maternal grandmother, Mammy. As a young boy in the 1940's, I'd sit on the floor next to Mammy's chair and lay my head on her lap. She would gently rub my head. I swear, the lady had the softest finger tips ever. Well, that was my motive. Mammy, on the other hand, never missed a one-on-one contact moment to share her witness for Jesus Christ and pontificate His teachings. She was constantly preaching about Christ's love of all peoples. All Peoples.
Because of Mammy's teachings, I find myself in a peaceful place. I am unable to condemn folks who look differently or worship differently. I do understand that my own salvation requires me to acknowledge Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior who secured my eternity on Calvary's Cross. I stop there and plug along because I am a work in progress. As my son, Steve claims, "The devil is always knocking at my door and when I open that door and see the devil, I just holler out, Jesus, It's for YOU!"
I realize that the Jews and Muslims consider Christ as a great Prophet but not the Savior. I know the Buddhist and other faiths denounce Jesus as they embrace other ideologies. I avoid religious debates. I find balance and tolerance recalling Mammy's reminder; Jesus said, "I have other sheep not of this fold; them also I must bring and they shall hear my voice; and there shall be one fold and one Shepherd. Notice the scriptures: Christ said, "I must bring these sheep into the fold." Christ did not suggest MSNBC, CNN or FOX NEWS pundits with political agendas decide the 'sheep issue.'
I will continue to reject radical comments from all and any organized religious leaders. They are the descendants of the Chief Priests and Pharisees. Organized religions would serve the cause well if they simply embraced the message in the song; you know the one...
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By Our Love
Because of Mammy's teachings, I find myself in a peaceful place. I am unable to condemn folks who look differently or worship differently. I do understand that my own salvation requires me to acknowledge Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior who secured my eternity on Calvary's Cross. I stop there and plug along because I am a work in progress. As my son, Steve claims, "The devil is always knocking at my door and when I open that door and see the devil, I just holler out, Jesus, It's for YOU!"
I realize that the Jews and Muslims consider Christ as a great Prophet but not the Savior. I know the Buddhist and other faiths denounce Jesus as they embrace other ideologies. I avoid religious debates. I find balance and tolerance recalling Mammy's reminder; Jesus said, "I have other sheep not of this fold; them also I must bring and they shall hear my voice; and there shall be one fold and one Shepherd. Notice the scriptures: Christ said, "I must bring these sheep into the fold." Christ did not suggest MSNBC, CNN or FOX NEWS pundits with political agendas decide the 'sheep issue.'
I will continue to reject radical comments from all and any organized religious leaders. They are the descendants of the Chief Priests and Pharisees. Organized religions would serve the cause well if they simply embraced the message in the song; you know the one...
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By Our Love
Thursday, April 13, 2017
Religion and America
The beauty of religion in America is it has two factual-realities: (1) you are is 'free' to embrace it or (2) one is 'free' to reject it and each choice without retribution.....well that's the way it's suppose to work. I have noticed that many people are not pleased enough with being able to 'believe in a religious doctrine' but are unhappy if others fail to accept their beliefs as some kind of guide post for governing policies.
It would seem to be a no-brained for folks to grasp the basic premise of America's promise of freedom. That premise is only viable in a secular society therefore we should not view the word 'secular' as evil. In our free-secular governing society a child may grow up to be an iconic Preacher of the gospel as did the Reverend Billy Graham or a child may grow to adulthood and proclaim his atheism as does Ron Reagan, Jr. who says, he is "unafraid of burning in hell."
I made two choices. I will always defend the rights of the Ron Reagan's while giving my personal testimony that Jesus Christ died on cross to wash away my sins. I acknowledge Jesus as the Son of God and my savior.
I hope you take your decision seriously...eternity is beyond comprehension.
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Who Am I?
It would seem to be a no-brained for folks to grasp the basic premise of America's promise of freedom. That premise is only viable in a secular society therefore we should not view the word 'secular' as evil. In our free-secular governing society a child may grow up to be an iconic Preacher of the gospel as did the Reverend Billy Graham or a child may grow to adulthood and proclaim his atheism as does Ron Reagan, Jr. who says, he is "unafraid of burning in hell."
I made two choices. I will always defend the rights of the Ron Reagan's while giving my personal testimony that Jesus Christ died on cross to wash away my sins. I acknowledge Jesus as the Son of God and my savior.
I hope you take your decision seriously...eternity is beyond comprehension.
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Who Am I?
Perhaps a Stretch
In the Book of Genesis Chapter 5, one reads about 'begetting' or generating off springs. Adam begot Seth, Seth begot Enos, Enos begot Cainan, Cainan begot Mahalaleel, Mahalaleel begot Jarod, Jarod begot Enoch and on and on...
When reading Genesis Chapter 5 regarding all that begetting, I realized that our own children have done their fair share of begetting. Our son, Steve begot six times, daughter Dawn begot seven times and Pamela begot twice. That's a grand begotten total of fifteen. It should be noted that Steve and wife Kathy begot a litter of three (triplets) in one 'begetting session.' I have a suspicion that there was an 'X' factor in the begetting of Steve's six off springs and Dawn's seven kiddos. Consider, all three of our children are graduates of Jacksonville high school. Jacksonville high school had three health-teachers two of which were Protestant and one health instructor who was Catholic. I'm guessing Steve and Dawn had the Roman Catholic health-teacher and he skipped the Chapter on contraceptives and birth control. It's all good however...Great Blessings! But..........................
There is however one ongoing financial stress factor for grandparenuts. With the first couple of grandkids Nana and Boompa set a precedents writing checks with established amounts for birthdays, graduations and various other celebratory events and holidays. Sure, you're seeing where I'm going with this. This spring the old folks will observe three grandchildren graduating from college and three graduating from high school.
Considering America's twenty-first century tendency to bring lawsuits against anybody for anything, I'm just wondering if I Might have a case against the Catholic health teacher. I sure could use some financial contributions towards all these graduates.
These money demands and the pleas from every charitable organization calling the house or sending mailings; why, I'll run out of money long before I run out of good causes.
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Busted
When reading Genesis Chapter 5 regarding all that begetting, I realized that our own children have done their fair share of begetting. Our son, Steve begot six times, daughter Dawn begot seven times and Pamela begot twice. That's a grand begotten total of fifteen. It should be noted that Steve and wife Kathy begot a litter of three (triplets) in one 'begetting session.' I have a suspicion that there was an 'X' factor in the begetting of Steve's six off springs and Dawn's seven kiddos. Consider, all three of our children are graduates of Jacksonville high school. Jacksonville high school had three health-teachers two of which were Protestant and one health instructor who was Catholic. I'm guessing Steve and Dawn had the Roman Catholic health-teacher and he skipped the Chapter on contraceptives and birth control. It's all good however...Great Blessings! But..........................
There is however one ongoing financial stress factor for grandparenuts. With the first couple of grandkids Nana and Boompa set a precedents writing checks with established amounts for birthdays, graduations and various other celebratory events and holidays. Sure, you're seeing where I'm going with this. This spring the old folks will observe three grandchildren graduating from college and three graduating from high school.
Considering America's twenty-first century tendency to bring lawsuits against anybody for anything, I'm just wondering if I Might have a case against the Catholic health teacher. I sure could use some financial contributions towards all these graduates.
These money demands and the pleas from every charitable organization calling the house or sending mailings; why, I'll run out of money long before I run out of good causes.
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Busted
Wednesday, April 12, 2017
And Your Favorite?
While sitting in the podiatrist's waiting room, I overheard a loud conversation exchange between two elderly ladies (my age) talking about their favorite Decatur eateries. Have you noticed how we need not strain to hear old folks talk, since they are losing hearing ability (along with other abilities), we talk loudly. I had an urge to give my 'two-cents,' which would be a vote for the Beach House Restaurant but I stifled my comments. Driving home later, I thought about how people frequently declare so many 'favorites.' We have our favorite color, favorite number, favorite actors, favorite singers, favorite sport teams... our favorites proclamations go on and on.
Yours truly even has 'favorite words.' I actually like many words and often feel depressed that I don't know more words. Two words ranking high on my word-favorite list are 'sanctify' and 'love.' As I type this acknowledgement, I scratch my head because I would think my favorite words would begin with my favorite letter, which is 'P.' Go figure.
Sanctify means to set apart as a declaration of holy and free of sin. Al Green, my favorite gospel singer says the word 'sanctify' better than any one when he sings my second favorite gospel song, which is 'The Old Rugged Cross.' Listen carefully for the word, 'sanctify.'
Just as you, I've heard the word 'love' spoken in many songs but I believe there is no song that conjures up the VISION of love as does the song, 'Itsy Bitsy Spider' sung by my favorite all-time female singer, Carly Simon. When listening to the song 'Itsy Bitsy Spider,' I suggest you close your eyes and recall a child's engaged-expression when you sang that song and did the accompanying gestures.
'Itsy Bitsy Spider' may be the greatest love song ever.
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Old Rugged Cross
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Yours truly even has 'favorite words.' I actually like many words and often feel depressed that I don't know more words. Two words ranking high on my word-favorite list are 'sanctify' and 'love.' As I type this acknowledgement, I scratch my head because I would think my favorite words would begin with my favorite letter, which is 'P.' Go figure.
Sanctify means to set apart as a declaration of holy and free of sin. Al Green, my favorite gospel singer says the word 'sanctify' better than any one when he sings my second favorite gospel song, which is 'The Old Rugged Cross.' Listen carefully for the word, 'sanctify.'
Just as you, I've heard the word 'love' spoken in many songs but I believe there is no song that conjures up the VISION of love as does the song, 'Itsy Bitsy Spider' sung by my favorite all-time female singer, Carly Simon. When listening to the song 'Itsy Bitsy Spider,' I suggest you close your eyes and recall a child's engaged-expression when you sang that song and did the accompanying gestures.
'Itsy Bitsy Spider' may be the greatest love song ever.
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Old Rugged Cross
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Tuesday, April 11, 2017
Making Memories
My life has been filled with great blessings. Love has been abundant. Caring friendships overwhelm.
My youth offered competitive/developmental sports' experiences and my adult years allowed me to embrace a work-passion. I married my high school sweetheart.
If the aforementioned blessings were not enough, I was permitted to engage with my three children, their respective spouses and then fifteen grandchildren and two great-grandchildren. I shared in the incredible excitement of births, family gatherings and graduation moments. Marriage ceremonies brought an inner-glow with the belief that young love promises new hope.
Those grandkids brought youth activities, i.e., dance recitals, gymnastics, cheerleading, middle school, high school and college sports would fill our monthly events calendar...it was seemingly endless. We would sit on hard bleachers and experience a range of emotions as we pulled for our own.
One by one those journeys' would change. Life demands of us all a constant re-defining of our purpose and calling. Manyof those grandchildren have begun filling their own events calendars with personal desires and obligations.
Today it continues to be fun with younger grandkids and now great-grandchildren. I am required to make new adjustments and that said, I must stop here; Toy Poodle, Yodie is growling at me with a rubber 'Duck' in his mouth. He wants to play. Hey, I must turn the pages...ah, but from time-to-time, I can pause and enjoy wonderful reflections... only a 'pause.' Tomorrow offers a new memory making moment.
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Moments to Remember
My youth offered competitive/developmental sports' experiences and my adult years allowed me to embrace a work-passion. I married my high school sweetheart.
If the aforementioned blessings were not enough, I was permitted to engage with my three children, their respective spouses and then fifteen grandchildren and two great-grandchildren. I shared in the incredible excitement of births, family gatherings and graduation moments. Marriage ceremonies brought an inner-glow with the belief that young love promises new hope.
Those grandkids brought youth activities, i.e., dance recitals, gymnastics, cheerleading, middle school, high school and college sports would fill our monthly events calendar...it was seemingly endless. We would sit on hard bleachers and experience a range of emotions as we pulled for our own.
One by one those journeys' would change. Life demands of us all a constant re-defining of our purpose and calling. Manyof those grandchildren have begun filling their own events calendars with personal desires and obligations.
Today it continues to be fun with younger grandkids and now great-grandchildren. I am required to make new adjustments and that said, I must stop here; Toy Poodle, Yodie is growling at me with a rubber 'Duck' in his mouth. He wants to play. Hey, I must turn the pages...ah, but from time-to-time, I can pause and enjoy wonderful reflections... only a 'pause.' Tomorrow offers a new memory making moment.
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Moments to Remember
Monday, April 10, 2017
Who Said That?
I've always enjoyed reading quotes from famous people or is it famous quotes from people? (Note: After reading, please feel free to share a favorite quote.)
Anyway, I recall one of the first quotes we learn in American History..."I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country."...Nathan Hale (On September 22, 1776, Nathan Hale spoke those last words before being hanged by the British for spying.)
On a much lighter note baseball great, Yogi Berra said, "People don't go to that restaurant any more because it's too crowded." But Ali told the world, "I float like a butterfly and sting like a Bee."
Author, Napoleon Hill, encouraged folks saying, "If you cannot do great things do little things great."
I suppose if things did not work out..."The Buck Stops Here." Said President Harry S. Truman.
"If you can't fly then run, If you can't run then walk, If you can't walk then crawl but whatever you do keep moving forward." And that's exactly what Rev. Martin Luther King always did.
Abe Lincoln's powerful quotes are many. One of my favorites speaks to the heart of our nation's desire to figure out purpose: Said Lincoln: "My concern is not whether God is on our side; my concern is that we are on God's side, for God is always right."
JFK challenged a nation, "Ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country."
I placed this quote in athletic locker rooms: "Respect All; Fear None." (Myndret Busack)
And finally, when Heime's dear friend Benjamin came home and caught Heime in Benjamin's wife's bedroom closet hiding, Benjamin asked, "Heime, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?"
Said Heme, "Every body's gotta be some place."
What'd I Say?
Anyway, I recall one of the first quotes we learn in American History..."I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country."...Nathan Hale (On September 22, 1776, Nathan Hale spoke those last words before being hanged by the British for spying.)
On a much lighter note baseball great, Yogi Berra said, "People don't go to that restaurant any more because it's too crowded." But Ali told the world, "I float like a butterfly and sting like a Bee."
Author, Napoleon Hill, encouraged folks saying, "If you cannot do great things do little things great."
I suppose if things did not work out..."The Buck Stops Here." Said President Harry S. Truman.
"If you can't fly then run, If you can't run then walk, If you can't walk then crawl but whatever you do keep moving forward." And that's exactly what Rev. Martin Luther King always did.
Abe Lincoln's powerful quotes are many. One of my favorites speaks to the heart of our nation's desire to figure out purpose: Said Lincoln: "My concern is not whether God is on our side; my concern is that we are on God's side, for God is always right."
JFK challenged a nation, "Ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country."
I placed this quote in athletic locker rooms: "Respect All; Fear None." (Myndret Busack)
And finally, when Heime's dear friend Benjamin came home and caught Heime in Benjamin's wife's bedroom closet hiding, Benjamin asked, "Heime, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?"
Said Heme, "Every body's gotta be some place."
What'd I Say?
Sunday, April 9, 2017
People Get Ready
On this 'Passion Sunday,' which marks the Triumphant entrance of Christ into Jerusalem, Christians of all denominations begin this Palm Sunday to observe Holy Week. It was undoubtedly the most significant eight-days and intense period of time in the greatest movement in the history of mankind.
The Son of God would suffer and die thereby leaving us a pathway to have life everlasting. It's a gift!
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Eva Cassidy
The Son of God would suffer and die thereby leaving us a pathway to have life everlasting. It's a gift!
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Eva Cassidy
Saturday, April 8, 2017
Don't Own It; Blame Someone
During those many coaching years, I refused to permit anybody associated with our basketball program to make excuses or place blame for a defeat. Let me explain. I wanted my players to assume responsibilities for either meeting performance objectives and realizing outcomes goals or looking inward when they fell short of those results. I believed my teams only grew and reached potential when they all embraced this philosophy.
I often told teams that the misplay, foul or turnover that happens early in the game has the same impact as the one which occurs late in the contest. We do not point blame figures at teammates. Likewise, if we fail to make every shot and make turnovers, we cannot point blame fingers at game officials for their miscues. We just need to be good enough to overcome our mistakes, officials blown calls and the disadvantage playing on the road. Own the challenges and own the responsibilities.
I find it intriguiring how the American worker complains and points the blame finger at refugees and immigrants, whom they perceive as 'taking their jobs.' Recent reports indicate that many industrial companies and factories in America's 'Rust-Belt' cannot find enough Americans to hire because of the high incident of drug-test-failures. I have a good friend who is a CEO of a huge transportation business. He tells me that finding 'drug-free' drivers is a big problem. The fact IS: refugees and immigrants don't have the alcohol and illegal drugs issues as does our own home grown folks!
Shall we step back and recognize a couple of realities? (1) Refugees and immigrants are attracted to America because of work opportunities. (2) Businesses and corporation take advantage of labor-cost savings by hiring these non-union workers. (3) Many Americans refuse to do the nasty jobs refugees and immigrants gladly engage. (4) It appears many Americans have trouble staying sober. These Americans need to stop bitching and own it!
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Get a Job
I often told teams that the misplay, foul or turnover that happens early in the game has the same impact as the one which occurs late in the contest. We do not point blame figures at teammates. Likewise, if we fail to make every shot and make turnovers, we cannot point blame fingers at game officials for their miscues. We just need to be good enough to overcome our mistakes, officials blown calls and the disadvantage playing on the road. Own the challenges and own the responsibilities.
I find it intriguiring how the American worker complains and points the blame finger at refugees and immigrants, whom they perceive as 'taking their jobs.' Recent reports indicate that many industrial companies and factories in America's 'Rust-Belt' cannot find enough Americans to hire because of the high incident of drug-test-failures. I have a good friend who is a CEO of a huge transportation business. He tells me that finding 'drug-free' drivers is a big problem. The fact IS: refugees and immigrants don't have the alcohol and illegal drugs issues as does our own home grown folks!
Shall we step back and recognize a couple of realities? (1) Refugees and immigrants are attracted to America because of work opportunities. (2) Businesses and corporation take advantage of labor-cost savings by hiring these non-union workers. (3) Many Americans refuse to do the nasty jobs refugees and immigrants gladly engage. (4) It appears many Americans have trouble staying sober. These Americans need to stop bitching and own it!
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Get a Job
Friday, April 7, 2017
Talkin' Baseball
In the 1930's, 40's and '50's blue collar-industrial East St. Louis, the sports of football and baseball were co-kings. Today, the socio-economic depressed Mississippi River City experiences one high school successful pride in football and basketball with periodic chest pounding in track & field.
Several, years ago, a long time professional Major League Baseball scout was my guest at the highly talent rich Decatur Boys' Thanksgiving basketball tournament. The eight team tournament showcases some of Illinois' very best college basketball prospects. My baseball-scout friend later lamented that he was blown away by the quickness and athleticism of the players. He also said that he could now offer Jim 'Mudcat' Grant an answer to Grant's earlier question, "Where's the great African-American baseball players in your home state of Illinois?" My scout friend surmised: "Most of the Illinois talented Black athletes spend developmental playground hours honing basketball skills but if some spent that amount of time on baseball fields, we have more Ozzie Smiths in the Major Leagues."
East St. Louis high school baseball these days is an embarrassment. The once proud diamond gems no longer string consecutive conference titles together or advance deep in State Playoffs. The late Ellsworth Brown, long time baseball scout once told a college baseball coach that in the 1940's and 1950's, he need not travel outside the metropolitan areas of St. Louis and East St. Louis to find enough MLB talent from his assigned territory.
I'm not versed enough on current circumstances in East St. Louis to intelligently address the cause for baseball demise. I can point to staples that fed the success of the aforementioned era. The East St. Louis little leagues (Jaycee Baseball) and summer American Legion Baseball was nurtured by baseball men with strong playing backgrounds, a love for teaching the game and not just coaching their own kids. They were baseball guys!
Those Jaycee Leagues offered intense competition for kids 10-to-17 years old. You bet scores were kept and reported to newspapers for print! Everybody in the city who cared a lick about baseball knew what kids played the game. The proud environment fed the ongoing success.
Soon the American baseball diamonds will become a beehive of activity. Hopefully the players have fun, develop their respective potentials and ignore their parents until the game is over.
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Talkin Baseball
Several, years ago, a long time professional Major League Baseball scout was my guest at the highly talent rich Decatur Boys' Thanksgiving basketball tournament. The eight team tournament showcases some of Illinois' very best college basketball prospects. My baseball-scout friend later lamented that he was blown away by the quickness and athleticism of the players. He also said that he could now offer Jim 'Mudcat' Grant an answer to Grant's earlier question, "Where's the great African-American baseball players in your home state of Illinois?" My scout friend surmised: "Most of the Illinois talented Black athletes spend developmental playground hours honing basketball skills but if some spent that amount of time on baseball fields, we have more Ozzie Smiths in the Major Leagues."
East St. Louis high school baseball these days is an embarrassment. The once proud diamond gems no longer string consecutive conference titles together or advance deep in State Playoffs. The late Ellsworth Brown, long time baseball scout once told a college baseball coach that in the 1940's and 1950's, he need not travel outside the metropolitan areas of St. Louis and East St. Louis to find enough MLB talent from his assigned territory.
I'm not versed enough on current circumstances in East St. Louis to intelligently address the cause for baseball demise. I can point to staples that fed the success of the aforementioned era. The East St. Louis little leagues (Jaycee Baseball) and summer American Legion Baseball was nurtured by baseball men with strong playing backgrounds, a love for teaching the game and not just coaching their own kids. They were baseball guys!
Those Jaycee Leagues offered intense competition for kids 10-to-17 years old. You bet scores were kept and reported to newspapers for print! Everybody in the city who cared a lick about baseball knew what kids played the game. The proud environment fed the ongoing success.
Soon the American baseball diamonds will become a beehive of activity. Hopefully the players have fun, develop their respective potentials and ignore their parents until the game is over.
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Talkin Baseball
Thursday, April 6, 2017
Restaurant Realities
My father owned 'Roustio's Sirloin Strip' restaurant in Collinsville, Illinois for 14 years. My brothers Tom and Marty worked in that restaurant plus other eateries. I guess you would say that I dabbled at the business. During the seven years coaching cross-country and basketball at Edwardsville high school, I often covered some summer restaurant closing hours to give folks relief. I truly enjoyed the restaurant atmosphere and the employees. I did learn some things about the business. For what it's worth I will share those random enlightenment's:
Random Restaurant Revelations---
1) You cannot be all things to all people...decide who are and what you offer.
Some will like it but not everyone.
2) The number one consideration is 'quality products in the hands of quality cooks.'
3) The most suspect area in the restaurant is the handling of ice.
Note: That restaurant experience has me ordering drinks to this day 'WITHOUT' ice.
4) Don't let profit walk out the back door.
5) Expect the elderly to want everything for nothing while leaving skimpy tips.
Note: I noticed many senior men today walking into McDonald's with yesterday's cup in
hand. They plan to go directly to the refill area. Pathetic!
6) Church people are right behind seniors in the expectation line. I suppose they believe God favors
them and so should restaurants.
7) Pack a gun if you're closing the place late at night.
8) Anticipate cooks fussing with each other as they seek favor with the boss as do children with their
parents, i.e. Sibling rivalry.
10) Best way to 'make money' is cut portions and increase prices.
11) Many waitresses could embarrass a Sailor with language.
12) When that Cowboy dude driving that cattle truck enters the place he's going to order a steak.
When the waitress asks, "How do you want that steak cooked?" He's going to reply, "Take the
horns off, wipe its ass and bring it here."
Never forget...a good salad compliments any meal.....
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Polk Salad
Random Restaurant Revelations---
1) You cannot be all things to all people...decide who are and what you offer.
Some will like it but not everyone.
2) The number one consideration is 'quality products in the hands of quality cooks.'
3) The most suspect area in the restaurant is the handling of ice.
Note: That restaurant experience has me ordering drinks to this day 'WITHOUT' ice.
4) Don't let profit walk out the back door.
5) Expect the elderly to want everything for nothing while leaving skimpy tips.
Note: I noticed many senior men today walking into McDonald's with yesterday's cup in
hand. They plan to go directly to the refill area. Pathetic!
6) Church people are right behind seniors in the expectation line. I suppose they believe God favors
them and so should restaurants.
7) Pack a gun if you're closing the place late at night.
8) Anticipate cooks fussing with each other as they seek favor with the boss as do children with their
parents, i.e. Sibling rivalry.
10) Best way to 'make money' is cut portions and increase prices.
11) Many waitresses could embarrass a Sailor with language.
12) When that Cowboy dude driving that cattle truck enters the place he's going to order a steak.
When the waitress asks, "How do you want that steak cooked?" He's going to reply, "Take the
horns off, wipe its ass and bring it here."
Never forget...a good salad compliments any meal.....
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Polk Salad
Tuesday, April 4, 2017
Embrace Your Senility
Recently, a fella who was angry with my opinions called me 'senile.' My goodness, I spent nearly forty years coaching. Can you possibly imagine the name calling I've heard lofted in my direction?
Senile, really?
Sure, I'm getting to be an old codger and indeed, I've lost my 'cool.' Why about three weeks ago, I came across some old 8 mm home movies and I could not believe how much 'cool' I've lost. Back in 1954, you could see me playing croquet dressed in sharp plaid Bermuda-style shorts, white t-shirt with dark socks and brown loafers. Can't capture that suave again! We were even doing 'cool' things while playing croquet. When the camera was on us we would pretend to pick our nose or elsewhere.
Today, I tend to be a contrary old fart who lacks the motivation to change many of my ways. I also admit that I don't hear so good or see so good and that can be scary. During a recent eye exam, I could swear that the young female technician said, "Follow YOUR finger with MY eyes." I replied, "I don't think I can do that." Later when she said she was going to put drops in my eyes, I responded, "Read the bottle label and make sure it's not your fingernail polish-remover." I could tell she was not happy with my comments. Hey, too bad, this is the same gal who wants me to follow my finger with her eyes and I that's scary. Speaking of scary, if they ever do a re-make of Alfred Hitchcock's movie, "Psycho," I suggest they cast Jeff Sessions in the role as Norman Bates.
It helps to vent with my daily Roustio Rants and cooking. That's right, cooking. I've been doing 70% of the dinner cooking for the past five years and I love doing it. I've developed my own cookbook recipes and I've become somewhat territorial about the kitchen. One enjoyable sidebar to the cooking is shopping. I enjoy going to the grocery store and telling folks there how to do their respective jobs...i.e. "You should close that self checkout lane and employ someone to take care of customers." I make that scene at least once-a-week. I believe I'll make my 'Senate Bean Soup Recipe' tonight with some Mexican Cornbread...better remind my wife that she should sleep in another bedroom tonight.
Senile? Comes with the journey. We just returned from a two-months Florida wintering and within two weeks, I will see my gastroenterologist, my opathamologist, podiatrist, dermatologist and family physician. If not for doctors' appointments my wife and I would have NO social life.
You're invited to join me at church. I'm the fella whose left-hand shakes a bit when passing the collection plate...I'm not having a stroke. Doc tells me it's a 'senile tremor.'
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I Wish I was 18 Again
Senile, really?
Sure, I'm getting to be an old codger and indeed, I've lost my 'cool.' Why about three weeks ago, I came across some old 8 mm home movies and I could not believe how much 'cool' I've lost. Back in 1954, you could see me playing croquet dressed in sharp plaid Bermuda-style shorts, white t-shirt with dark socks and brown loafers. Can't capture that suave again! We were even doing 'cool' things while playing croquet. When the camera was on us we would pretend to pick our nose or elsewhere.
Today, I tend to be a contrary old fart who lacks the motivation to change many of my ways. I also admit that I don't hear so good or see so good and that can be scary. During a recent eye exam, I could swear that the young female technician said, "Follow YOUR finger with MY eyes." I replied, "I don't think I can do that." Later when she said she was going to put drops in my eyes, I responded, "Read the bottle label and make sure it's not your fingernail polish-remover." I could tell she was not happy with my comments. Hey, too bad, this is the same gal who wants me to follow my finger with her eyes and I that's scary. Speaking of scary, if they ever do a re-make of Alfred Hitchcock's movie, "Psycho," I suggest they cast Jeff Sessions in the role as Norman Bates.
It helps to vent with my daily Roustio Rants and cooking. That's right, cooking. I've been doing 70% of the dinner cooking for the past five years and I love doing it. I've developed my own cookbook recipes and I've become somewhat territorial about the kitchen. One enjoyable sidebar to the cooking is shopping. I enjoy going to the grocery store and telling folks there how to do their respective jobs...i.e. "You should close that self checkout lane and employ someone to take care of customers." I make that scene at least once-a-week. I believe I'll make my 'Senate Bean Soup Recipe' tonight with some Mexican Cornbread...better remind my wife that she should sleep in another bedroom tonight.
Senile? Comes with the journey. We just returned from a two-months Florida wintering and within two weeks, I will see my gastroenterologist, my opathamologist, podiatrist, dermatologist and family physician. If not for doctors' appointments my wife and I would have NO social life.
You're invited to join me at church. I'm the fella whose left-hand shakes a bit when passing the collection plate...I'm not having a stroke. Doc tells me it's a 'senile tremor.'
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I Wish I was 18 Again
Monday, April 3, 2017
Why Not Do The Right Thing?
For eleven years, I umpired high school and college baseball games. I truly enjoyed those years. I am sure that my pitching background drew me to that challenge and experience. I took great pride in home-plate game management. I was undoubtedly a 'pircher's umpire.' That equates to a plate umpire 'calling' the game (pitches) with respect to a true strike zone! That zone was the batter's arm pits to the top of his knees when assuming a normal batting stance. Of course, the width of the plate is 17 inches...so there you have it. I gave the pitcher's the 'black-edges' of the plate. I recall once walking onto the baseball field at Southern Illinois Unversity @ Edwardsville and the late Roy Lee, manager of the Cougars said to his dugout gang (loud for me to hear), "Good blue behind the plate today guys...but he has a HIGH ZONE." Roy was one of the best trying to 'bait.'
I thought about umpiring the other day when I heard a politician avoid answering this interview question: "Instead of repealing and replacing Obamacare, why don't you Republicans and Democrats sit down together and address the current Obamacare and fix areas that need fixing while leaving in place that which is good?" The politician gave a lot of gobbledygook in avoiding an honest answer. If he was honest he would have stated: 'Our side must be RIGHT and the other side must be WRONG.'
I immediately recalled a baseball play that happened in a college game. Runners were on first and second and with one out both runners ran on the pitch that the batter hit into the outfield. The fielder made a great catch and the runners who had touched their next bases were scrambling to return to their respective bases to avoid being doubled-up. The lead runner bumped into the trailing runner as the second baseman obstructed the trailing runner. We had a delayed-ball call-situation. When play stopped both managers ran from their dugouts screaming as they were pleading their cases as they perceived. I immediately pointed to each manager and told them to return to their dugouts. Furthermore, I told them, "I'm going to confer with my partner and we are going TO GET IT RIGHT."
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Get It Right
I thought about umpiring the other day when I heard a politician avoid answering this interview question: "Instead of repealing and replacing Obamacare, why don't you Republicans and Democrats sit down together and address the current Obamacare and fix areas that need fixing while leaving in place that which is good?" The politician gave a lot of gobbledygook in avoiding an honest answer. If he was honest he would have stated: 'Our side must be RIGHT and the other side must be WRONG.'
I immediately recalled a baseball play that happened in a college game. Runners were on first and second and with one out both runners ran on the pitch that the batter hit into the outfield. The fielder made a great catch and the runners who had touched their next bases were scrambling to return to their respective bases to avoid being doubled-up. The lead runner bumped into the trailing runner as the second baseman obstructed the trailing runner. We had a delayed-ball call-situation. When play stopped both managers ran from their dugouts screaming as they were pleading their cases as they perceived. I immediately pointed to each manager and told them to return to their dugouts. Furthermore, I told them, "I'm going to confer with my partner and we are going TO GET IT RIGHT."
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Get It Right
Sunday, April 2, 2017
Coming Clean
Back in the day, my Kentucky kinfolks would often say before passing along an innuendo or piece of juicy gossip, "I hear tell..." overtime we offsprings ain't lost our appetite to pass along unproven salacious stories. Why just recently, 'I hear tell' a number of embellished fabrications... Since I have time on my hands, I can chase down these 'finger-lickin' good' stories and give y'all the 'true skinny.' Here we go...
I do not hate Republicans. I have, in the past, voted for a number of Republicans. Look, only a honest person wishing for cleansing through a public confession would admit voting for Richard Nixon.
It is true that I have accused my wife of reading the first two letters of a roadway sign and then 'making up whatever word pops into her head.' It explains why people get confused by her directions when she tells them to turn off I-55 at Marion onto Route 143. That sign reads: 'Marine.' Yes, I have lost my cool when she reads a road map and tells me to "Merge left onto I-66." Later when backtracking, I discover she meant Route 166. Thank you tech-folks for the GPS.
The rumor that I charged my own children for sport advice is false. I would never invoice my own kids for opinions about the grandkids sport play. It IS true that my family seldom takes my advice and mostly believe that I'm meddling. That's also true, I do meddle and I might add that when it comes to grandkids and politics, I make no apologies.
It is true that those who know me have correctly concluded that I am losing my hearing, sight, hair and tolerance.
It is also true that back in the year 1955, Grandpa E. V. Bennett asked me to 'fetch' a tool from his tool box in the trunk of his Mercury. When I brought the old carpenter the wrong tool he immediately took me back to the Mercury and dumped every tool on the ground. Made me pick each one up and memorize the name. I still don't know the purpose-use of half those tools. That's the truth.
Finally, years ago, I did spray the wrong insecticide on my wife's flower garden. It killed every flower. I found a box of dead crickets in the shed and spread them around the garden. I was fixin' to tell her that German-Beetles killed her flowers. We walked to the garden that morning and before I could speak, she said, "That stuff you sprayed on the garden that killed my flowers killed a lot of bugs, too."
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I do not hate Republicans. I have, in the past, voted for a number of Republicans. Look, only a honest person wishing for cleansing through a public confession would admit voting for Richard Nixon.
It is true that I have accused my wife of reading the first two letters of a roadway sign and then 'making up whatever word pops into her head.' It explains why people get confused by her directions when she tells them to turn off I-55 at Marion onto Route 143. That sign reads: 'Marine.' Yes, I have lost my cool when she reads a road map and tells me to "Merge left onto I-66." Later when backtracking, I discover she meant Route 166. Thank you tech-folks for the GPS.
The rumor that I charged my own children for sport advice is false. I would never invoice my own kids for opinions about the grandkids sport play. It IS true that my family seldom takes my advice and mostly believe that I'm meddling. That's also true, I do meddle and I might add that when it comes to grandkids and politics, I make no apologies.
It is true that those who know me have correctly concluded that I am losing my hearing, sight, hair and tolerance.
It is also true that back in the year 1955, Grandpa E. V. Bennett asked me to 'fetch' a tool from his tool box in the trunk of his Mercury. When I brought the old carpenter the wrong tool he immediately took me back to the Mercury and dumped every tool on the ground. Made me pick each one up and memorize the name. I still don't know the purpose-use of half those tools. That's the truth.
Finally, years ago, I did spray the wrong insecticide on my wife's flower garden. It killed every flower. I found a box of dead crickets in the shed and spread them around the garden. I was fixin' to tell her that German-Beetles killed her flowers. We walked to the garden that morning and before I could speak, she said, "That stuff you sprayed on the garden that killed my flowers killed a lot of bugs, too."
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Saturday, April 1, 2017
Once Upon a Time
In the song, 'Once Upon A Time' there is a line that goes like this: "We were young without a single care, tell me where did it go..." I suspect that most people growing up in the 1940's and 1950's can emotionally relate to that 'once upon a time.' It was a time of pure patriotism, which was propelled by a World War and yet a society's desire to protect the innocence in its culture.
For this writer nothing exemplifies a push-back against the assault on yesterday's calmer pace and the attempt to hold fast to anchored traditions as does the start of the Major League Baseball season. The game reminds us that the most enjoyable competition is that in which 'equal opportunity' is guaranteed while the unfolding of events finds no time restrictions.
We note that 'the game' is under attack by a pressurized time-valued customer's unwillingness to develop game nuance understandings, which will negate his need to bolt from the bleachers with concession monies unspent because the game 'takes too long.'
We live in a society that has seen an increase of amateur sport classifications to permit more champions. We have observed a constant tinkering of academic grading scales to render more 'honor' students. We have seen parent-catering chip away at the foundation of parenting discipline. We have watched a society come to embrace the 'tailgate-party' as much if not more than 'the sporting-event.' We are so self-absorbed, we must sit with our texting apparatus 'in hand' in our over-priced stadium suite and complain to one another about how the game drags on and on.
There is a precarious future being nurtured when man continues changing the rules and lowering standards to fulfill self-serving desires and pleasures. We slowly lose our values and dignity.
Sad...truly sad.
Excuse me while I turn my head from man's growing narcissistic-induced failures and embrace 'The Game' that offers fairness, purity and an enjoyable cadence. A game that reminds me of 'once upon a time.'
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Take Me Out To The Ball Game
For this writer nothing exemplifies a push-back against the assault on yesterday's calmer pace and the attempt to hold fast to anchored traditions as does the start of the Major League Baseball season. The game reminds us that the most enjoyable competition is that in which 'equal opportunity' is guaranteed while the unfolding of events finds no time restrictions.
We note that 'the game' is under attack by a pressurized time-valued customer's unwillingness to develop game nuance understandings, which will negate his need to bolt from the bleachers with concession monies unspent because the game 'takes too long.'
We live in a society that has seen an increase of amateur sport classifications to permit more champions. We have observed a constant tinkering of academic grading scales to render more 'honor' students. We have seen parent-catering chip away at the foundation of parenting discipline. We have watched a society come to embrace the 'tailgate-party' as much if not more than 'the sporting-event.' We are so self-absorbed, we must sit with our texting apparatus 'in hand' in our over-priced stadium suite and complain to one another about how the game drags on and on.
There is a precarious future being nurtured when man continues changing the rules and lowering standards to fulfill self-serving desires and pleasures. We slowly lose our values and dignity.
Sad...truly sad.
Excuse me while I turn my head from man's growing narcissistic-induced failures and embrace 'The Game' that offers fairness, purity and an enjoyable cadence. A game that reminds me of 'once upon a time.'
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Take Me Out To The Ball Game
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