Byron White was a Supreme Court Justice from 1962 until his retirement in 1993. He once said that he reads the sports' page of the newspaper first every morning to see what mans' successes were the past 24-hours then he turns to the front page to read of mans' failures. Perhaps that thought would be debated in 2017. In any event, Justice White was suggesting that items appearing in his morning newspaper gave him an insight into 'Life in this America.'
I read two newspapers everyday. If I would subscribe to the idea that those papers hold a clue to what's up in the good old U S of A, THEN based on the most often appearing articles of print...I'm going with the following: When American men reach age 50, they cannot hear and they are having problems getting an erection. Four days a-week my newspapers have a full page 'hearing aid' advertisement and every day there is a photo snap-shot of a couple in an intimate embrace with a caption asking "Are you ready when she's ready?"
That said, I would ask you to digest this footnote: Erectile dysfunction medication and subsequent treatment is insured by most insurance carriers whereas hearing aids and hearing loss treatment is mostly 'uninsured.' Lesson? Old men in America who make the insurance-rules are not interested in 'what she's saying.'
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Talk Too Much
Wednesday, May 31, 2017
Tuesday, May 30, 2017
Show Some Class
Unlike Former President Ronald Reagan's 'economic trickle-down' theory much of what happens at the professional sports' level 'does' find its way down to the amateur arena as acted-out in participant behavior. So much then for the National Football League 'relaxing' its celebration-rule. That's correct, the NFL's line is "We're bringing fun back to the game." If you believe that line of crap then you would believe that it's good for poor people when rich people get tax breaks.
A quick look at the resuscitation of the post-big-play celebration is simply an attempt placate the plethora of undisciplined players in the league, take the enforcement stress off game officials and sell tickets to people who have no clue regarding football intricacies but do understand and embrace obnoxious behavior especially after five beers.
The message we send to our youth today is most shameful. Apparently, success is not enough in and of itself, we must win AND humiliate others. Of course, the NFL stops short of the gladiators' fight in Roman times. Back then it was not enough to render the opponent defenseless and in a submissive prone position, the conquering gladiator looked to Caesar to see the 'thumbs up or thumbs-down' signal. Man, just imagine ticket sales if the NFL had that rule.
It's time for America to promote the 'celebration' of effort and dignity. That would be 'Class.'
Former great NFL running back Barry Sanders when asked why he didn't celebrate after scoring a touchdown said, "I want people to know I've been there before and plan to be there again."
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A quick look at the resuscitation of the post-big-play celebration is simply an attempt placate the plethora of undisciplined players in the league, take the enforcement stress off game officials and sell tickets to people who have no clue regarding football intricacies but do understand and embrace obnoxious behavior especially after five beers.
The message we send to our youth today is most shameful. Apparently, success is not enough in and of itself, we must win AND humiliate others. Of course, the NFL stops short of the gladiators' fight in Roman times. Back then it was not enough to render the opponent defenseless and in a submissive prone position, the conquering gladiator looked to Caesar to see the 'thumbs up or thumbs-down' signal. Man, just imagine ticket sales if the NFL had that rule.
It's time for America to promote the 'celebration' of effort and dignity. That would be 'Class.'
Former great NFL running back Barry Sanders when asked why he didn't celebrate after scoring a touchdown said, "I want people to know I've been there before and plan to be there again."
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Saturday, May 27, 2017
Dignity & Humility
Twenty-three years ago on May 26, 1994, a team of cardiologist at Barnes Jewish Hospital (St. Louis) explained to my father and his family that they had no more answers for his damaged heart, which they had successfully treated for 21-years. The heart's weakness was beyond modern medical magic. I will forever remember the moment my father was being guided on a hospital bed down the corridor of a cardiology unit. Several doctors and nurses who knew my father quite well over the years shook his hand or touched his shoulder as they said their goodbyes. My father would be taken to another floor where he would be made comfortable as he faced final hours of life. I recall one cardiologist saying to Dad, "Mr. Roustio, I'm so sorry we have no answer." My Dad with a smile on his face consoled the young doctor and thanked him for the care.
In the early morning hours of May 27, 1994, Dad left his earthly journey. As I sat with my wife on the edge of his bed while the nurse confirmed his passing, I looked upon a man who had been so much to so many. I looked at a man who loved life more than anyone I have ever known. I looked at a man who taught his three sons how to live and leave with dignity and humility.
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Precious Memories
In the early morning hours of May 27, 1994, Dad left his earthly journey. As I sat with my wife on the edge of his bed while the nurse confirmed his passing, I looked upon a man who had been so much to so many. I looked at a man who loved life more than anyone I have ever known. I looked at a man who taught his three sons how to live and leave with dignity and humility.
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Precious Memories
Friday, May 26, 2017
The Way We Were
In a blog last week, I mentioned my up-coming 60th high school reunion. After reading, a younger woman who obviously follows the blog commented that she did not share my enthusiasm for class reunions. I remember one of my daughters made a similar statement years ago about those High school Anniversary reunions.
Even though, my wife and have always embraced those reunion-gatherings, I can appreciate that younger folks are too busy for deep reflections as they 'feel' much time remaining on the train ride. At the other end of the tangent it becomes easier for older folks to sense the slowing of the train as it approaches the station. We see a different view out the window and consequently, we take leave 'thinking' about those years that shaped our lives and changed our world forever.
Fair to say, when we were young, we thought very little about becoming old but when we are old, it is so easy to recall 'When We Were Young!'
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If I Had My Way
Even though, my wife and have always embraced those reunion-gatherings, I can appreciate that younger folks are too busy for deep reflections as they 'feel' much time remaining on the train ride. At the other end of the tangent it becomes easier for older folks to sense the slowing of the train as it approaches the station. We see a different view out the window and consequently, we take leave 'thinking' about those years that shaped our lives and changed our world forever.
Fair to say, when we were young, we thought very little about becoming old but when we are old, it is so easy to recall 'When We Were Young!'
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If I Had My Way
Thursday, May 25, 2017
Gotcha!
Ross and I were baseball teammates at Illinois State in the spring of 1958. I was a freshman pitcher and Ross was a senior outfielder. That spring we both were in the same anatomy and kinesiology class held at McCormick Gym's first floor. Ross and his senior girlfriend Elaine were a very high profile couple on campus and widely known as great practical jokers with each other. Both were spirited out-going personalities and always attempted to pull off a practical joke on the other.
I recall one fall night when leaving Milner Library at closing time and as I stepped out of the main entrance into the night's air, I heard Ross' booming voice yell out to Elaine who was walking with other coeds, "Hey Elaine, I'll meet you at South Campus in 10-minutes and we'll make a baby!" Okay, you ask what's so unusual about that? Excuse me blog readers, the YEAR was 1958, when American society still embraced a degree of respectful social decorum.
Later that spring, I witnessed one of the best 'I gotcha moments' in my entire lifetime. It was finals week. Howard 'Moose' Hancock, athletic director and anatomy instructor was monitoring our anatomy final exam. (Hancock? Yes, that would be the Hancock for whom the ISU Football stadium is named). Back to the gotcha moment. Ross was seated in the first floor room alongside open windows as was I. I heard a whisper from outside the window call out the name, "Ross." It was Ross' girlfriend, Elaine. Ross looked to the front of the room where Moose Hancock was at his desk reading. Ross quickly passed part of his exam papers out the window to Elaine and she disappeared. Put 2-and-2 together, you got it! Elaine was going to complete some of Ross' final exam test. WOW! How bold and risky, I thought.
The two hour test hit the half-way mark and I heard Elaine's voice once again coming from near a bush outside the classroom. She passed the papers through the window and Ross quickly snatched them from the ledge. Perhaps 10- seconds elapsed when Ross blurted out, "Ah, shit!" Naturally, some 18 students looked towards Ross as did Instructor Hancock. Moose, in his gruff voice said, "What's wrong , Ross?" Immediately, Ross said, I'm missing the second-half of my test manual." As Ross walked towards Moose to plead his need for the second part of the 'missing' final exam, I looked at the papers Elaine had given Ross...all the answers were no doubt correct, however ALL the answers were TYPED. GOTCHA!
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Hit Me With Your Best Shot
I recall one fall night when leaving Milner Library at closing time and as I stepped out of the main entrance into the night's air, I heard Ross' booming voice yell out to Elaine who was walking with other coeds, "Hey Elaine, I'll meet you at South Campus in 10-minutes and we'll make a baby!" Okay, you ask what's so unusual about that? Excuse me blog readers, the YEAR was 1958, when American society still embraced a degree of respectful social decorum.
Later that spring, I witnessed one of the best 'I gotcha moments' in my entire lifetime. It was finals week. Howard 'Moose' Hancock, athletic director and anatomy instructor was monitoring our anatomy final exam. (Hancock? Yes, that would be the Hancock for whom the ISU Football stadium is named). Back to the gotcha moment. Ross was seated in the first floor room alongside open windows as was I. I heard a whisper from outside the window call out the name, "Ross." It was Ross' girlfriend, Elaine. Ross looked to the front of the room where Moose Hancock was at his desk reading. Ross quickly passed part of his exam papers out the window to Elaine and she disappeared. Put 2-and-2 together, you got it! Elaine was going to complete some of Ross' final exam test. WOW! How bold and risky, I thought.
The two hour test hit the half-way mark and I heard Elaine's voice once again coming from near a bush outside the classroom. She passed the papers through the window and Ross quickly snatched them from the ledge. Perhaps 10- seconds elapsed when Ross blurted out, "Ah, shit!" Naturally, some 18 students looked towards Ross as did Instructor Hancock. Moose, in his gruff voice said, "What's wrong , Ross?" Immediately, Ross said, I'm missing the second-half of my test manual." As Ross walked towards Moose to plead his need for the second part of the 'missing' final exam, I looked at the papers Elaine had given Ross...all the answers were no doubt correct, however ALL the answers were TYPED. GOTCHA!
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Hit Me With Your Best Shot
Wednesday, May 24, 2017
You Never Know
If you have ever been in Destin, Florida, you have likely experienced the traffic mayhem on US Route 98, which runs East and West; it is brutal. Well, imagine that highway's travel condition when a suspicious looking box sits alone at an large intersection? Automobiles, trucks and service vehicles were at a standstill for better than three hours while the Panama City Bomb Squad drove 40 miles to to the site to determine if the threat was real or not. Thank goodness, I learned about the situation in the morning newspaper. The box turned out to be innocent, perhaps a hoax.
We can all agree that Americans have become more and more Security conscience in recent years and certainly justifiable. Too bad these times has us 'looking' over our shoulder and stifling our natural curiosity.
Obviously, this new cautionary approach flies in the face of Americans' cowboy adventurous 'push-the-envelope' life style. We climb mountains sail the seas, bungee-jump from bridges with rubber bands tied around our ankles towards certain disaster spitting in the face death.
I guess the new motto in America is 'If the box ain't yours don't pick up the 'thing.'
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What is that?
We can all agree that Americans have become more and more Security conscience in recent years and certainly justifiable. Too bad these times has us 'looking' over our shoulder and stifling our natural curiosity.
Obviously, this new cautionary approach flies in the face of Americans' cowboy adventurous 'push-the-envelope' life style. We climb mountains sail the seas, bungee-jump from bridges with rubber bands tied around our ankles towards certain disaster spitting in the face death.
I guess the new motto in America is 'If the box ain't yours don't pick up the 'thing.'
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What is that?
Tuesday, May 23, 2017
Finding Love
When I was graduated from Illinois State University (1961), my degree certified me to coach and teach in the disciplines of health, physical education, World History, United States History and sociology. My greatest passion and preparation was anchored in coaching but a deep interest, which I continue to study is the field of sociology. I simply find the history and tendencies of man's cultural behavior steeped in folkways, mores and established norms fascinating and constantly under pressures to change. That which was a taboo yesterday can be totally acceptable behavior today.
Let's take for example one aspect of the human relationships in 'courtship.' Once upon a time a older person who married a much younger person was referenced as a cradle-robber. Today that older woman in a relationship with a much younger man is more acceptable with a shiny profile called 'Cougar.' The older man with the younger woman is no longer a ' hound dog' but simply seeking that 'trophy wife,' although that younger woman still may fight the label 'gold-digger.'
I recall the expectation of a young courtship requiring certain etiquette features. The boy went to the date's door and escorted her to,the auto where he opened her passenger door. In time a 'car honk' expedited the ritual. I also read of times when the young woman and young man had nearby chaperones for dating, although that was before my time. There is one aspect of courtship, which came after 'my time' and that would be couples 'living together' before they married, if they married.
The late celebrated anthropologist, Margaret Mead once suggested that America experienced its only sexual revolution in the 1920's those 'Roaring Twenties.' Margaret Mead died in 1978. I wonder if Mead's attitude might change if alive today.
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You're The One
Let's take for example one aspect of the human relationships in 'courtship.' Once upon a time a older person who married a much younger person was referenced as a cradle-robber. Today that older woman in a relationship with a much younger man is more acceptable with a shiny profile called 'Cougar.' The older man with the younger woman is no longer a ' hound dog' but simply seeking that 'trophy wife,' although that younger woman still may fight the label 'gold-digger.'
I recall the expectation of a young courtship requiring certain etiquette features. The boy went to the date's door and escorted her to,the auto where he opened her passenger door. In time a 'car honk' expedited the ritual. I also read of times when the young woman and young man had nearby chaperones for dating, although that was before my time. There is one aspect of courtship, which came after 'my time' and that would be couples 'living together' before they married, if they married.
The late celebrated anthropologist, Margaret Mead once suggested that America experienced its only sexual revolution in the 1920's those 'Roaring Twenties.' Margaret Mead died in 1978. I wonder if Mead's attitude might change if alive today.
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You're The One
Monday, May 22, 2017
Clean & Cool/Sweet & Sexy
When attempting to keep up with 15-grandchildren and 2-great grandchildren, I find yourself thrown into a greater mix of young folks. That said, I cannot help but notice 'fashion changes.'
I still note young girls with the pony-tail and young guys wearing jeans. However, somewhere along the way it became a necessity for those higher costing jeans to display a faded -torn look. I recall my Levi pegged jeans dark-blue and rather heavy and no holes.. That little red Levi red-tag on the right rear pocket certified authenticity. Fifties teenage girls' teamed dad's white shirt sporting rolled up sleeves with jeans or shorts.
Hair styles for women always appear propelled by a movie starlet or the current 'First Lady.' Teen boys of the Fifties did not know if they wanted to keep the " crew-cut' or work on 'Ducktails.'
Shoes have undergone drastic fashion-changein the past sixty seasons. Back in the day, we had one choice of acceptable tennis shoe...white or black $10.00, Chuck Taylor Converse All-Stars. Today the tennis shoe market offers multiple brands with endless color combination and endorsed by well known sports' personalities. Some of these shoes will demand $200.00 a pair. Remaining with the shoe thought, I recall the mid-fifties fashion with teens of both genders wearing Penney-Loafers, black & white Saddle-shoes or the boys wearing the White or Tan Buck shoes.
Girls' skirts today show more girl than anytime before. The fashion went from 1955 straight skirts (low mid-calf-length) and Poodle skirts to a decade of mini skirts and today's 'your butt's showing skirt.' The contemporary skirt fashion is often complimented by tattooed Bible Verses displayed on more visible body parts. Makes a fella dizzy and embarrassed while reading.
In the Fifties' when 45% of Americans' attended church regularly, the women customarily wore hats and the men wore shirts & ties. The 14% of Americans who attend church today might enter wearing cut off shorts and flip-flops...but hey, Jesus wore something similar to flip-flops, did He not?
I remember vividly the day I got dressed for a Fox Theater movie date night wearing a white big brimmed Stetson hat, 'St. Louis 'orange' plain-toed leather shoes, blue cord trousers and a pink Billy Ekstine (big-collar) shirt...reminded me of that other 'cool cat.'
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Dodie Stevens
I still note young girls with the pony-tail and young guys wearing jeans. However, somewhere along the way it became a necessity for those higher costing jeans to display a faded -torn look. I recall my Levi pegged jeans dark-blue and rather heavy and no holes.. That little red Levi red-tag on the right rear pocket certified authenticity. Fifties teenage girls' teamed dad's white shirt sporting rolled up sleeves with jeans or shorts.
Hair styles for women always appear propelled by a movie starlet or the current 'First Lady.' Teen boys of the Fifties did not know if they wanted to keep the " crew-cut' or work on 'Ducktails.'
Shoes have undergone drastic fashion-changein the past sixty seasons. Back in the day, we had one choice of acceptable tennis shoe...white or black $10.00, Chuck Taylor Converse All-Stars. Today the tennis shoe market offers multiple brands with endless color combination and endorsed by well known sports' personalities. Some of these shoes will demand $200.00 a pair. Remaining with the shoe thought, I recall the mid-fifties fashion with teens of both genders wearing Penney-Loafers, black & white Saddle-shoes or the boys wearing the White or Tan Buck shoes.
Girls' skirts today show more girl than anytime before. The fashion went from 1955 straight skirts (low mid-calf-length) and Poodle skirts to a decade of mini skirts and today's 'your butt's showing skirt.' The contemporary skirt fashion is often complimented by tattooed Bible Verses displayed on more visible body parts. Makes a fella dizzy and embarrassed while reading.
In the Fifties' when 45% of Americans' attended church regularly, the women customarily wore hats and the men wore shirts & ties. The 14% of Americans who attend church today might enter wearing cut off shorts and flip-flops...but hey, Jesus wore something similar to flip-flops, did He not?
I remember vividly the day I got dressed for a Fox Theater movie date night wearing a white big brimmed Stetson hat, 'St. Louis 'orange' plain-toed leather shoes, blue cord trousers and a pink Billy Ekstine (big-collar) shirt...reminded me of that other 'cool cat.'
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Dodie Stevens
Friday, May 19, 2017
Imagine Helping
The yard work completed, I plopped down on the backyard swing to allow the warm breeze to cool my body as I listened to the patio speakers projecting '50's sounds. As I leaned my head back, I caught glimpses of the high-cloudless sky and the bright sunlight flickering through the huge branch-like canopy of three Ash trees, I thought how blessed and fortunate I've been in 78-years. Naturally, the blessing thoughts are woven between the names of family, friends and special love ones. Today, my blessings continue interacting with so many. So many faces flashed through my mind's eye.
I often have these rather reflective moments. I suppose that exercise comes with the aging journey. I thank God daily for all those undeserving blessings. I have but one worry. If you think it might be my death, you would be wrong. I worry that I am not wise enough to realize some thing I am to do or complete before my journey ends. I keep asking in daily prayer and I do my best to 'IMAGINE' things I'm capable of doing, which might help improve some human condition.
I'll keep the thoughts front and center.
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The Question
I often have these rather reflective moments. I suppose that exercise comes with the aging journey. I thank God daily for all those undeserving blessings. I have but one worry. If you think it might be my death, you would be wrong. I worry that I am not wise enough to realize some thing I am to do or complete before my journey ends. I keep asking in daily prayer and I do my best to 'IMAGINE' things I'm capable of doing, which might help improve some human condition.
I'll keep the thoughts front and center.
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The Question
Thursday, May 18, 2017
Tell it Like it Is
'Omnipotent' means to have unlimited power, knowledge and ability. It would follow that one who is 'omnipotent' would therefore be without error or fault. The first person that comes to my mind is Jesus Christ...perhaps others reading this blog immediately thought of Donald Trump.
People of my generation grew up differently than the following generations. Before you younger folks think this is going to be some sort of an indictment...relax...to the contrary. My gereneration believed that athuority was 'close' to omnipotent or a least seldom at fault. Then we had exposure of a President (Nixon) in a scandalous televised verdict of guilt. Years later, another President is guilty of a sex-escapade with his White House intern.
We had seemingly endless pedophile sex charges against Roman Catholic clergy and let's give equal recognition to non-Catholic clergy, i.e., Jim Baker and Jimmy Swaggart. Joining the well publicized hit parade of scandals was a plethora of Congressmen. Oh, least we forget the terrific public coverage of teachers having sex with students. Some of our military fellas have frequently used poor judgement in treatment of prisoners and females. Finally, we note well publicized poor police work. I believe it's fair to say, America has lost all innocence and subsequently all respect for authority.
With the escalation of negative social media inter-action and the confrontational posturing of many parents, I believed coaches needed to discard their once isolation attitude towards being questioned about their decision making process. Growing up as a 1950's athlete, I never questioned my coach nor did my parents...he was The 'Coach'...the authoritative person.
Here is my thinking: Parents are going to complain to other parents, school administration and the school board members. Those sounding-board people have no cue regarding the answer to inquires and more than likely they lack courage to support the coach. Therefore, I decided to invite parents to speak directly to me about their concerns. The one stipulation was the parents had to bring their athlete-son to the meeting. That stipulation stopped injuries more often than not because 'junior' did not want to be exposed with his fabricated stories. Obviously, the administration liked this technique; they were now off the hook.
This concept gained traction and along with my Superintendent's assistance, I penned a book entitled, "99- Answers for the Sport Parent." With endorsements from the IHSA and the IESA the book sales were terrific.
The meetings with parents and the answers found in the book were straight-forward. I was never seeking agreement but instead simple evaluation honesty and we always had both objective and subjective documentation.
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Tell it like it is
People of my generation grew up differently than the following generations. Before you younger folks think this is going to be some sort of an indictment...relax...to the contrary. My gereneration believed that athuority was 'close' to omnipotent or a least seldom at fault. Then we had exposure of a President (Nixon) in a scandalous televised verdict of guilt. Years later, another President is guilty of a sex-escapade with his White House intern.
We had seemingly endless pedophile sex charges against Roman Catholic clergy and let's give equal recognition to non-Catholic clergy, i.e., Jim Baker and Jimmy Swaggart. Joining the well publicized hit parade of scandals was a plethora of Congressmen. Oh, least we forget the terrific public coverage of teachers having sex with students. Some of our military fellas have frequently used poor judgement in treatment of prisoners and females. Finally, we note well publicized poor police work. I believe it's fair to say, America has lost all innocence and subsequently all respect for authority.
With the escalation of negative social media inter-action and the confrontational posturing of many parents, I believed coaches needed to discard their once isolation attitude towards being questioned about their decision making process. Growing up as a 1950's athlete, I never questioned my coach nor did my parents...he was The 'Coach'...the authoritative person.
Here is my thinking: Parents are going to complain to other parents, school administration and the school board members. Those sounding-board people have no cue regarding the answer to inquires and more than likely they lack courage to support the coach. Therefore, I decided to invite parents to speak directly to me about their concerns. The one stipulation was the parents had to bring their athlete-son to the meeting. That stipulation stopped injuries more often than not because 'junior' did not want to be exposed with his fabricated stories. Obviously, the administration liked this technique; they were now off the hook.
This concept gained traction and along with my Superintendent's assistance, I penned a book entitled, "99- Answers for the Sport Parent." With endorsements from the IHSA and the IESA the book sales were terrific.
The meetings with parents and the answers found in the book were straight-forward. I was never seeking agreement but instead simple evaluation honesty and we always had both objective and subjective documentation.
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Tell it like it is
Wednesday, May 17, 2017
Vanity on Display
I have NEVER personally met a Military General, therefore I will acknowledge upfront that I may have the following mpressions all wrong. Now please wrap your mind around THAT statement since damn few people even consider the possibility they could be wrong. You may begin with the President.
My father served under General Patton and his only comment about the man is that Patton was glory hungry at the 'fatigued expense' of his troops. I would suspect that the effectiveness of the military to be successful in battle is the absolute disciplined response to orders from strong no-nonsense straightforward leadership. That said, it is understandable that military brass would take on an 'air' of confidence, determination and both mental and physical toughness. In delivering such a message to combat-troops, I can envision condescending persona.
In the movie 'A Few Good Men,' staring Jack Nicholson as col. Nathan R. Jessup, we see a tough-talking rather narrow-minded military officer.
In real-life, we note similar dogmatic posturing from General Michael T. Flynn and LT. General H.R. McMaster. Flynn served a little over two weeks as Trump's National Security Advisor before being fired for lying. McMaster who currently serves as the National Security Advisor displays the same gruff, intimidating demeanor.
I am quick to stand and applaud those who serve our nation and I pray aloud each day for God's protection on all who serve this nation's people.
I need to begin praying that the military brass 'dial-it-back' when speaking to the American public. Their collective condescending attitudes is disrespectful. If these guys feel a need to strut (some while sitting) spare me their superiority vanity!
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Vanity
My father served under General Patton and his only comment about the man is that Patton was glory hungry at the 'fatigued expense' of his troops. I would suspect that the effectiveness of the military to be successful in battle is the absolute disciplined response to orders from strong no-nonsense straightforward leadership. That said, it is understandable that military brass would take on an 'air' of confidence, determination and both mental and physical toughness. In delivering such a message to combat-troops, I can envision condescending persona.
In the movie 'A Few Good Men,' staring Jack Nicholson as col. Nathan R. Jessup, we see a tough-talking rather narrow-minded military officer.
In real-life, we note similar dogmatic posturing from General Michael T. Flynn and LT. General H.R. McMaster. Flynn served a little over two weeks as Trump's National Security Advisor before being fired for lying. McMaster who currently serves as the National Security Advisor displays the same gruff, intimidating demeanor.
I am quick to stand and applaud those who serve our nation and I pray aloud each day for God's protection on all who serve this nation's people.
I need to begin praying that the military brass 'dial-it-back' when speaking to the American public. Their collective condescending attitudes is disrespectful. If these guys feel a need to strut (some while sitting) spare me their superiority vanity!
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Vanity
Tuesday, May 16, 2017
Time For One Another
Every evening before retiring, I 'windup' the pendulum driven Seth Thomas 1905 grandfather's clock. That chime clock was a prized possession of Grandpa E. V. Bennett. The old clock must be wound to keep pace with time because we know 'time waits for no one.' As author, Stephen King said, "Time takes it all whether you want it to or not."
I remember as a elementary student, the teacher often checked the 'needs improvement' section of report-card, 'use Time to good advantage.' That was a kind way to tell parents, 'your kid can be a pain in the butt not paying attention.'
My high school baseball coach often reminded me to mix up my pitches to keep hitters' timing off.
We've heard business men proclaim to workers, 'Time is money.' In other words stay at your task and get-it-done.' Actually, time is valuable because every person is living on borrowed time.
My wife has a good friend who always runs late to gatherings. The friend frequently claims, "I lost track of time." As for this writer, I am a freak about being on time. I have ALWAYS subscribed to William Shakespeare's claim, "Better three hours too soon than one minute late."
I believe we can all agree that time flies when the moment is joyous and fun yet that same time moves agonizingly slow when our moment is anxious. Likewise, all have heard that phrase, "It wasn't his 'time' to go" when that person avoids a tragic event.
The late sports broadcaster, Jack Buck signed off all broadcasts saying, "Thanks for your TIME this TIME till next TIME, so long."
...and I thank you for taking time each day to read these words...have a blessed day and enjoy your time.
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Timing
I remember as a elementary student, the teacher often checked the 'needs improvement' section of report-card, 'use Time to good advantage.' That was a kind way to tell parents, 'your kid can be a pain in the butt not paying attention.'
My high school baseball coach often reminded me to mix up my pitches to keep hitters' timing off.
We've heard business men proclaim to workers, 'Time is money.' In other words stay at your task and get-it-done.' Actually, time is valuable because every person is living on borrowed time.
My wife has a good friend who always runs late to gatherings. The friend frequently claims, "I lost track of time." As for this writer, I am a freak about being on time. I have ALWAYS subscribed to William Shakespeare's claim, "Better three hours too soon than one minute late."
I believe we can all agree that time flies when the moment is joyous and fun yet that same time moves agonizingly slow when our moment is anxious. Likewise, all have heard that phrase, "It wasn't his 'time' to go" when that person avoids a tragic event.
The late sports broadcaster, Jack Buck signed off all broadcasts saying, "Thanks for your TIME this TIME till next TIME, so long."
...and I thank you for taking time each day to read these words...have a blessed day and enjoy your time.
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Timing
Monday, May 15, 2017
A Shared Commonality
In a short period of time, I have attended three (3) college graduation ceremonies. At each event, I looked about the attendees and thought, 'WOW! Look at all the different folks gathered to celebrate a friend or love one's journey.' I could not help but consider a human phenomenon. At all three ceremonies, I noticed the many ways we can separate ourselves as people. The more obvious would be gender, skin color, height and perhaps weight, color of hair or lack thereof. I would bet we can find endless subtle differences between folks regarding political and religious views as well as countless likes and dislikes.
As I had these thoughts I remembered back in the year 1994. That spring, I was invited to speak at the annual USA Basketball Coaches Clinic held in St. Louis, Missouri. A number of college coaches were guest speakers and I was one two high school coaches presenting before some 500 attending coaches. One of the college coaches speaking was the LSU basketball coach, Dale Brown. I thoroughly enjoyed Coach Brown's presentation, which still speaks to me these many years later.
Coach Brown's contention was based on the theory that even though people differ in so many ways they all (every normal person) dream of achieving success if not greatness. Brown believes that the people who 'achieve' negotiate four hurdles, which non-achievers fail to negotiate.
Hurdle #1...I Can't Make a Difference...With a little talent and a lot of passion you'd be surprised the difference you cam make.
Hurdle #2...I'm Handicapped...Are you stopped by fabricated 'handicaps?' Successful people do not lean on crutches as excuses to not achieve.
Hurdle #3...I'm Afraid to Fail...I personally believe this hurdle is the number one sickness of people in the 21st Century. I've had three back surgeries. With each the surgeon reminded me that there were no guarantees but there were risks. And so it is with getting out of bed every morning. That's called 'life.'
Hurdle #4...Know Thyself...Ask yourself 'who are you and what purpose do you have?' Once you discover that it's not about YOU but about using your talents and serving family and others you will feel purpose.
Just imagine the hundreds of thousand high school & college graduation ceremonies this spring around the world. WOW. ALL those folks will need to identify these hurdles and negotiate them if they are to find true happiness.
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Andy Williams
Impossible Dream
As I had these thoughts I remembered back in the year 1994. That spring, I was invited to speak at the annual USA Basketball Coaches Clinic held in St. Louis, Missouri. A number of college coaches were guest speakers and I was one two high school coaches presenting before some 500 attending coaches. One of the college coaches speaking was the LSU basketball coach, Dale Brown. I thoroughly enjoyed Coach Brown's presentation, which still speaks to me these many years later.
Coach Brown's contention was based on the theory that even though people differ in so many ways they all (every normal person) dream of achieving success if not greatness. Brown believes that the people who 'achieve' negotiate four hurdles, which non-achievers fail to negotiate.
Hurdle #1...I Can't Make a Difference...With a little talent and a lot of passion you'd be surprised the difference you cam make.
Hurdle #2...I'm Handicapped...Are you stopped by fabricated 'handicaps?' Successful people do not lean on crutches as excuses to not achieve.
Hurdle #3...I'm Afraid to Fail...I personally believe this hurdle is the number one sickness of people in the 21st Century. I've had three back surgeries. With each the surgeon reminded me that there were no guarantees but there were risks. And so it is with getting out of bed every morning. That's called 'life.'
Hurdle #4...Know Thyself...Ask yourself 'who are you and what purpose do you have?' Once you discover that it's not about YOU but about using your talents and serving family and others you will feel purpose.
Just imagine the hundreds of thousand high school & college graduation ceremonies this spring around the world. WOW. ALL those folks will need to identify these hurdles and negotiate them if they are to find true happiness.
(Touch)
Andy Williams
Impossible Dream
Sunday, May 14, 2017
The Gift of Life...Remember Mom
In the late 1950's there was a popular weekly television show called, "I Remember Mama." The theme was always the same. A grown woman narrated story recalling her past childhood and the positive impact her nurturing mother had on the lives of family members. I liked the program because it left you with warm feelings.
Today, Americans 'remember mothers.' Those younger folks will perhaps visit mom or take her out for dinner. Many who live far away will take a moment to telephone their mother to express loving wishes. Others in our midst cannot visit, nor take their mother out for dinner and are even denied the telephone exchange. Those of us who have grieved an earthly farewell to our mothers will pause this day and reflect on precious memories:
I Remember Mama...
* As a young child, I often times fell asleep listening to her voice coming from a nearby room.
* I recall many childhood injuries from falls and other missteps, which were made all better by her.
* I still hear her grooming advice when looking in a mirror or at finger nails and shoes, not to forget wearing clean underwear to save her embarrassment should I end up in the hospital.
* She constantly preached to me about Jesus and doing the right thing.
* When I began dating, I got strong lectures about 'respecting a girl.'
* Mother along with Dad left no doubt that they loved their three boys...we boys knew it was second to the love they had for each other.
* I miss so very much (today) hearing her laughter.
To all the moms who read this blog, I wish you a Happy Mother's Day.
To all who remember their mother's today, I say to you, "Mother's are Mankinds' Greatest Gift.!
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Mama
Today, Americans 'remember mothers.' Those younger folks will perhaps visit mom or take her out for dinner. Many who live far away will take a moment to telephone their mother to express loving wishes. Others in our midst cannot visit, nor take their mother out for dinner and are even denied the telephone exchange. Those of us who have grieved an earthly farewell to our mothers will pause this day and reflect on precious memories:
I Remember Mama...
* As a young child, I often times fell asleep listening to her voice coming from a nearby room.
* I recall many childhood injuries from falls and other missteps, which were made all better by her.
* I still hear her grooming advice when looking in a mirror or at finger nails and shoes, not to forget wearing clean underwear to save her embarrassment should I end up in the hospital.
* She constantly preached to me about Jesus and doing the right thing.
* When I began dating, I got strong lectures about 'respecting a girl.'
* Mother along with Dad left no doubt that they loved their three boys...we boys knew it was second to the love they had for each other.
* I miss so very much (today) hearing her laughter.
To all the moms who read this blog, I wish you a Happy Mother's Day.
To all who remember their mother's today, I say to you, "Mother's are Mankinds' Greatest Gift.!
(Touch)
Mama
Friday, May 12, 2017
TMI
Most adults, young or old are succumbing to it. It is sweeping most countries like a locust plague. It is overwhelming. What is 'it?' 'It' Is TMI. Too Much Information.
The dissemination of information is evident when opening Facebook. I'm guilty of giving out too much info on self, family and opinions. And don't think for a minute you are not also guilty. There are a few reasons driving this desire to share TMI. We are proud of someone and wish to tell others. We ask for prayerful to thoughts. We share heartfelt stories and funny jokes. We desire to share strong feelings about politics and social issues. We wish to interact with friends and give advice or opinions. Mostly, we simply give Too Much Information.
I believe we are subliminally urged and conditioned to offer TMI because we have been subjected to the same. When I was a 1940's kid growing up, I listened to radio music stations and in the 1950, I watched television sitcoms and variety shows. It seemed most families (back in the day) enjoyed these media instruments as a pure source of entertainment, which was accentuated with evening news with John Cameron Swayze or Chet Huntley and David Brinkley. Today, the television blares 24/7 in most American homes with endless 'information' (Too Much Information) with various political slants, far TMI.
Whereas 'information' is not bad in and of itself, we should acknowledge that at some point we are adversely affected by this information-overload. We become mad and frustrated with other people when they 'share' conflicting and opposing views on this plethora of information. We chance suffering depression with so much negative information. Folks tend to grab bits and pieces of information (true & false information) and then re-state on our twitter or Facebook outlets. Soon, we are all guilty of suggesting or telling others 'how' and 'what' to believe.
It might be a good idea if we would take a deep breath, take a step back and chill. Perhaps watch a
I Love Lucy re-run . Those were Happy Days, which when relived is good for our sanity. We need to seek joy more than information.
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Oh Happy Day
The dissemination of information is evident when opening Facebook. I'm guilty of giving out too much info on self, family and opinions. And don't think for a minute you are not also guilty. There are a few reasons driving this desire to share TMI. We are proud of someone and wish to tell others. We ask for prayerful to thoughts. We share heartfelt stories and funny jokes. We desire to share strong feelings about politics and social issues. We wish to interact with friends and give advice or opinions. Mostly, we simply give Too Much Information.
I believe we are subliminally urged and conditioned to offer TMI because we have been subjected to the same. When I was a 1940's kid growing up, I listened to radio music stations and in the 1950, I watched television sitcoms and variety shows. It seemed most families (back in the day) enjoyed these media instruments as a pure source of entertainment, which was accentuated with evening news with John Cameron Swayze or Chet Huntley and David Brinkley. Today, the television blares 24/7 in most American homes with endless 'information' (Too Much Information) with various political slants, far TMI.
Whereas 'information' is not bad in and of itself, we should acknowledge that at some point we are adversely affected by this information-overload. We become mad and frustrated with other people when they 'share' conflicting and opposing views on this plethora of information. We chance suffering depression with so much negative information. Folks tend to grab bits and pieces of information (true & false information) and then re-state on our twitter or Facebook outlets. Soon, we are all guilty of suggesting or telling others 'how' and 'what' to believe.
It might be a good idea if we would take a deep breath, take a step back and chill. Perhaps watch a
I Love Lucy re-run . Those were Happy Days, which when relived is good for our sanity. We need to seek joy more than information.
(Touch)
Oh Happy Day
Thursday, May 11, 2017
Judge a Man's heart by His Actions with a Dog
A few years ago, during a visit, one of our grown children noted my doting over Toy Poodle, Yodie. Her comment, "Dad, you treat THAT dog better than you treated your kids." In retrospect, I'll admit my response was rather flippant when I said, "The dog has given me fewer problems than did you kids."
Time permits the re-visit of such moments providing it's a good day and memories come easily. Recently, I gave considerable thought to that 'charge' from my daughter about treating Poodle-Yodie better than my kids...my daughter was correct in her assessment!
When our kids were small (little)...
* They were in bed by 8PM...
Yodie goes to bed when we go to bed.
*. When the kids came to our bedroom wanting in our bed, we made a floor blanket area by our bed.
Yodie sleeps in bed between my wife and me.
*. When our son was young, I bought hair-clippers and gave him a "buzz-haircut" to save money.
Yodie get a $40.00 wash, cut & dry every 12-weeks.
*. We refused to give our kids 'treats' Willy-Nilly.'
Yodie on the other hand has one kitchen cabinet devoted to his treat bags.
*. The kids were potty-trained by age two.
Yodie doesn't potty in the house but when outside, I follow him with 'poop' bags.
*. My wife and I arranged for babysitters for our children.
Yodie has never seen the inside of a dog kennel. Where I go...Yodie goes.
When the weather is good (Central, Illinois or. Florida), Yodie and the old man are outside in the sunlight @6:00AM most days.
Look, I love my kids beyond description and I know that love is returned...BUT Yodie not only tolerates my every mood and attitude, he believes that I am omnipotent without flaw.
"Dogs are not our 'whole' life but they 'make' our lives whole."...Roger Caras
And my favorite..."Heaven goes by favor. If it went on merit, you would stay out and he dog would go in." Mark Twain
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Dog Lovers Song
Time permits the re-visit of such moments providing it's a good day and memories come easily. Recently, I gave considerable thought to that 'charge' from my daughter about treating Poodle-Yodie better than my kids...my daughter was correct in her assessment!
When our kids were small (little)...
* They were in bed by 8PM...
Yodie goes to bed when we go to bed.
*. When the kids came to our bedroom wanting in our bed, we made a floor blanket area by our bed.
Yodie sleeps in bed between my wife and me.
*. When our son was young, I bought hair-clippers and gave him a "buzz-haircut" to save money.
Yodie get a $40.00 wash, cut & dry every 12-weeks.
*. We refused to give our kids 'treats' Willy-Nilly.'
Yodie on the other hand has one kitchen cabinet devoted to his treat bags.
*. The kids were potty-trained by age two.
Yodie doesn't potty in the house but when outside, I follow him with 'poop' bags.
*. My wife and I arranged for babysitters for our children.
Yodie has never seen the inside of a dog kennel. Where I go...Yodie goes.
When the weather is good (Central, Illinois or. Florida), Yodie and the old man are outside in the sunlight @6:00AM most days.
Look, I love my kids beyond description and I know that love is returned...BUT Yodie not only tolerates my every mood and attitude, he believes that I am omnipotent without flaw.
"Dogs are not our 'whole' life but they 'make' our lives whole."...Roger Caras
And my favorite..."Heaven goes by favor. If it went on merit, you would stay out and he dog would go in." Mark Twain
(Touch)
Dog Lovers Song
Wednesday, May 10, 2017
Ode To Smitty, Blackie and Lumpy
This October the East St. Louis high school Class of 1957, will celebrate its 60th Anniversary.
Holy Cow! Now THAT is SURREAL! The "Flyers' of '57 have gathered every five-years for a reunion. Those times have been most enjoyable social-engagements. I would suspect most reading this blog can relate to the fun of reuniting with high school friends and revisiting stories and sharing current updates.
Actually, the January and June East Side Classes of 1957 have held not 12-reunions but 13 such homecomings. We must count that gathering that marked classmates 'turning sixty-five.' That was thirteen years ago. 😲 Perhaps the word 'homecoming' is a misnomer. We have never returned to the aeadt Side river city proper for our reunions. Two reasons prompt East Side high school classes to meet in nearby Fairview Heights, IL. There is no banquet facility venue suitable in East St. Louis and safety is a concern. Before a reader concludes this reasoning to be grounded in racial issues let me clarify. East St. Louis' inner-city decay driven by industrial decline caused 'white flight' in the 1960's and the escalation of crime in subsequent years caused upward mobility 'black flight.' I truly wish it wasn't so.
On a personal note, I have mixed emotions about this reunion. Since my classmates last assembled, I have seen the passing of three of my dear and closest friends. It's just a different feeling 'going-in.'
Smitty, Blackie and Lumpy, I'll miss you guys. Thanks for the friendships and thanks so much for the memories.
(Touch)
Four Lads
Holy Cow! Now THAT is SURREAL! The "Flyers' of '57 have gathered every five-years for a reunion. Those times have been most enjoyable social-engagements. I would suspect most reading this blog can relate to the fun of reuniting with high school friends and revisiting stories and sharing current updates.
Actually, the January and June East Side Classes of 1957 have held not 12-reunions but 13 such homecomings. We must count that gathering that marked classmates 'turning sixty-five.' That was thirteen years ago. 😲 Perhaps the word 'homecoming' is a misnomer. We have never returned to the aeadt Side river city proper for our reunions. Two reasons prompt East Side high school classes to meet in nearby Fairview Heights, IL. There is no banquet facility venue suitable in East St. Louis and safety is a concern. Before a reader concludes this reasoning to be grounded in racial issues let me clarify. East St. Louis' inner-city decay driven by industrial decline caused 'white flight' in the 1960's and the escalation of crime in subsequent years caused upward mobility 'black flight.' I truly wish it wasn't so.
On a personal note, I have mixed emotions about this reunion. Since my classmates last assembled, I have seen the passing of three of my dear and closest friends. It's just a different feeling 'going-in.'
Smitty, Blackie and Lumpy, I'll miss you guys. Thanks for the friendships and thanks so much for the memories.
(Touch)
Four Lads
Tuesday, May 9, 2017
Pains of Old Age
One of my middle school grandchildren is doing a school paper and is asking grandparents a question: "What are the biggest changes you've witnessed in your lifetime?" I am supposed to think about this overnight and call the grandkid with my answer this morning. I figure a safe response and the one I'll give is the 'impact of technology.' I'll go with that answer but it IS NOT the answer I believe to truly be my biggest 'lifetime change,' No Sir!
Check it out...
In those 'good old days,' I stayed up at night watching The Tonight Show, I went to bed around midnight, slept the night through, awakened at 6AM and did that work thing from 7:30AM until 6:30PM and I really looked forward to a daily 5- mile run. Those were the days when I was celebrating birthdays in the 40's age range. These days at 78, I'm in bed well before 10:00PM. I get my 5-mile road-workout during the night going from the bedroom-to-the-bathroom. I awaken at 5:30AM excited about the prospects of yet another day. However, these days I am totally aware of every joint in my body because they those joints are painfully-stiff. Funny thing how body-stiffness relocates over-the -years. I post my blog and read two newspapers. Before making breakfast for my wife and I, I take a 30-minute walk. A few years ago, I could not wait to walk. Today, I cannot wait to finish the walk.
For the life of me, I can't remember which grandkid called me with this question...and dadgumit that's another thing that's changed in my lifetime...my memory!
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Aging Journey
Check it out...
In those 'good old days,' I stayed up at night watching The Tonight Show, I went to bed around midnight, slept the night through, awakened at 6AM and did that work thing from 7:30AM until 6:30PM and I really looked forward to a daily 5- mile run. Those were the days when I was celebrating birthdays in the 40's age range. These days at 78, I'm in bed well before 10:00PM. I get my 5-mile road-workout during the night going from the bedroom-to-the-bathroom. I awaken at 5:30AM excited about the prospects of yet another day. However, these days I am totally aware of every joint in my body because they those joints are painfully-stiff. Funny thing how body-stiffness relocates over-the -years. I post my blog and read two newspapers. Before making breakfast for my wife and I, I take a 30-minute walk. A few years ago, I could not wait to walk. Today, I cannot wait to finish the walk.
For the life of me, I can't remember which grandkid called me with this question...and dadgumit that's another thing that's changed in my lifetime...my memory!
(Touch)
Aging Journey
Monday, May 8, 2017
S#*t Happens
I recently read a news report out of Nampo, Idaho. It seems that Nampo has a serious Pigeon poop problem. The birds are crapping all over the downtown buildings. The city's facilities manager is not only frustrated with roof repairs and painting needs, he is concerned about the poop's bacteria getting into buildings' ventilation systems causing health issues.
On a personal note, I have bird feeders all my backyard. I enjoy 'watching birds.' That said, I'm on record telling y'all that chickens are the nastiest creatures on earth and you know what they say..
'birds of a feather?'
I don't have a solution for the Idaho community but I would remind them that 'S#*t Happens.' Remember when you were in school and forgot to do homework? The class was about to end without the teacher 'asking' for the work to be turned in when some nerd-butt said, "Teacher, do you want our homework?" S#*t Happens. And you readers can relate to this: Anytime you are in a hurry you can count on a slower person to be in front of you whether it's in a checkout line or traffic. 'S#*t Happens.
Years ago, I had a brother-in-law who worked to hone his comedy-routine. He had a unique scheme to land a stand up segment on Johnny Carson's 'Tonight Show.' At some cost, he had a homing-pigeon trainer train a bird to fly from East St. Louis to New York where The Tonight Show aired. The pigeon would have a note attached to its leg. The note would give the name and telephone number of my brother-in-law. Great idea, eh? I thought so!
Two weeks after the pigeon left East St. Louis for New York, my brother-in-law's phone rang; it was a farmer from Paducah, Kentucky wanting to know if my brother-in-law was missing a pigeon.
The moral to this story is a simple one: You can enjoy watching birds, you just can't trust them!
'S#*t Happens'
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Little Jimmy Dickens
On a personal note, I have bird feeders all my backyard. I enjoy 'watching birds.' That said, I'm on record telling y'all that chickens are the nastiest creatures on earth and you know what they say..
'birds of a feather?'
I don't have a solution for the Idaho community but I would remind them that 'S#*t Happens.' Remember when you were in school and forgot to do homework? The class was about to end without the teacher 'asking' for the work to be turned in when some nerd-butt said, "Teacher, do you want our homework?" S#*t Happens. And you readers can relate to this: Anytime you are in a hurry you can count on a slower person to be in front of you whether it's in a checkout line or traffic. 'S#*t Happens.
Years ago, I had a brother-in-law who worked to hone his comedy-routine. He had a unique scheme to land a stand up segment on Johnny Carson's 'Tonight Show.' At some cost, he had a homing-pigeon trainer train a bird to fly from East St. Louis to New York where The Tonight Show aired. The pigeon would have a note attached to its leg. The note would give the name and telephone number of my brother-in-law. Great idea, eh? I thought so!
Two weeks after the pigeon left East St. Louis for New York, my brother-in-law's phone rang; it was a farmer from Paducah, Kentucky wanting to know if my brother-in-law was missing a pigeon.
The moral to this story is a simple one: You can enjoy watching birds, you just can't trust them!
'S#*t Happens'
(Touch)
Little Jimmy Dickens
Sunday, May 7, 2017
When It Counts...Be Remembered
Sunday, May 7, 2017, Rejoice in this day and The Lord's gift as you listen carefully to these words.
(Touch)
Brook Benton
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Brook Benton
Friday, May 5, 2017
Fleeting Time
I believe it is human nature to be impatient. What surprises me, personally, is I seem to grow more impatient as I grow older. I thought the youthful years were the impatient-years and with aging-maturity, I would become mellow with greater patience. Actually, I believe I understand why I find it difficult to 'wait-on-life,' but that stated later.
The late baseball great, Jackie Robinson said something that resonated with me through my life's journey. Robinson said, "Many people resented my impatience and honesty, but I never cared about acceptance as much as I cared about respect." For me, I was always impatient and tried to be honest. I would admit to wishing for respect but respect was secondary to people getting on board with support or getting out of the way with their hurdles.
As a high school basketball coach my primary focus was on players and 'The Program.' If I could anchor a sustainable 'program' then those players, coaches and fans WOULD be well-served!
Thank God a 'perfect storm' brewed in Jacksonville with administrators such as Bob Crowe, Fred Osborn, Joe Dewees and John Conklin all of whom recognized the value in a number of program anchors proposed and more importantly had an understanding for my impatience to implement. Those particular program anchors will serve players and fans long after my last sunset.
Today, I try my best to serve the Decatur School District and the Decatur Community with coordinating a extravagant high school basketball event at Thanksgiving. I am most fortunate for those business leaders who share a desire and passion to sustain one of the States best basketball tournaments. I also try to serve my Church with small efforts. Sometimes, I find the processes move very slowly and I fight my impatience demon.
Look, I'm seventy-eight. Don't you know it's becoming more of an issue? The sand is running faster and faster down that hour glass. That my friends, begs impatience!
(Touch)
Simon & Garfunkel
The late baseball great, Jackie Robinson said something that resonated with me through my life's journey. Robinson said, "Many people resented my impatience and honesty, but I never cared about acceptance as much as I cared about respect." For me, I was always impatient and tried to be honest. I would admit to wishing for respect but respect was secondary to people getting on board with support or getting out of the way with their hurdles.
As a high school basketball coach my primary focus was on players and 'The Program.' If I could anchor a sustainable 'program' then those players, coaches and fans WOULD be well-served!
Thank God a 'perfect storm' brewed in Jacksonville with administrators such as Bob Crowe, Fred Osborn, Joe Dewees and John Conklin all of whom recognized the value in a number of program anchors proposed and more importantly had an understanding for my impatience to implement. Those particular program anchors will serve players and fans long after my last sunset.
Today, I try my best to serve the Decatur School District and the Decatur Community with coordinating a extravagant high school basketball event at Thanksgiving. I am most fortunate for those business leaders who share a desire and passion to sustain one of the States best basketball tournaments. I also try to serve my Church with small efforts. Sometimes, I find the processes move very slowly and I fight my impatience demon.
Look, I'm seventy-eight. Don't you know it's becoming more of an issue? The sand is running faster and faster down that hour glass. That my friends, begs impatience!
(Touch)
Simon & Garfunkel
Thursday, May 4, 2017
Worth a Shot
Last Saturday after grandson, Colin's Western Michigan University graduation, Colin's mother (our daughter Dawn), his father, (son-in-law, Shawn) along with Nana and Boompa enjoyed a long visit as we luncheoned at a Kalamazoo restaurant. It was a most enjoyable couple of hours.
Conversation topics ranged from Colin's post graduation employment to a variety of current events. I'm not sure how the 'grandparent-old-age-housing' subject came about but it did. Oh, I do remember.
I was lobbying my son-in-law to consider purchasing a home in the Sunshine State of Florida and his in-laws, Mel and Gerry would move there and take care of the place until his retirement; I added the incentive that,we would vacate the premises anytime he wished to vacation at the site. Before you jump to some conclusion hear my post script theory. I explained to my son-in-law, Shawn that this arrangement would likely add years to his wife's parents' lives and thus postpone a time when one or both of us (Nana and Boompa) have to go live with our kids. (Note: I'm hedging my bet that my kids will avoid the nursing home and agree to rotate the old folks from house to house.
Immediately, my wife spoke up and adamantly stated, "I'm not living with any of my kids, I'm going to a nursing home." I countered with an opposite opinion, "I'm living with one of my kids but I'd like to delay that by moving to a warmer climate for a few more years." Hey, every body's got be somewhere!
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Brook Benton
Conversation topics ranged from Colin's post graduation employment to a variety of current events. I'm not sure how the 'grandparent-old-age-housing' subject came about but it did. Oh, I do remember.
I was lobbying my son-in-law to consider purchasing a home in the Sunshine State of Florida and his in-laws, Mel and Gerry would move there and take care of the place until his retirement; I added the incentive that,we would vacate the premises anytime he wished to vacation at the site. Before you jump to some conclusion hear my post script theory. I explained to my son-in-law, Shawn that this arrangement would likely add years to his wife's parents' lives and thus postpone a time when one or both of us (Nana and Boompa) have to go live with our kids. (Note: I'm hedging my bet that my kids will avoid the nursing home and agree to rotate the old folks from house to house.
Immediately, my wife spoke up and adamantly stated, "I'm not living with any of my kids, I'm going to a nursing home." I countered with an opposite opinion, "I'm living with one of my kids but I'd like to delay that by moving to a warmer climate for a few more years." Hey, every body's got be somewhere!
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Brook Benton
Wednesday, May 3, 2017
A Fool Like Me
I absolutely hate it when that happens. Oh, excuse me, I assumed that you knew of that which I speak because at the time it happened I felt as if the world was watching me! Yesterday afternoon, I did a post office stop and then went to the garden shop at Walmart. I left the garden area cashier pushing a cart filled with flowers, mulch, potting soil and two large hanging ferns. As soon as I exited the doorway, I realized that I was clueless as to where I had parked my automobile.
As I began weaving between autos going from aisle to aisle it started to rain. Making matters worse two neighbors drove past me and waved. I quickened my pace to give the appearance I knew where I was going and in a hurry to get out of the rain. The reality was I did not know if I was going towards or away from my car. It was during that faster pace when one of the ferns fell from the cart. A homeless fella begging at a nearby curb ran to help me pick up my fern. I reached in my jacket pocket and pulled out a dollar bill, which was change from my post office visit and handed it to the guy. He then said, "You want me to help you find your car?" Crap, this guy has been watching me.
I finally located my vehicle and quickly slipped behind the wheel and departed. While driving home, I thought of other moments that perhaps equals that embarrassment of losing your car in the Walmart parking lot. I recall standing up from my coaching chair during a game and asking for a time out only to realize my team didn't have the ball...that's dumb. I remember coming out of a Theater's restroom with my 'fly open.' The bad thing about that incident was being told by a total stranger that I was not zipped, I looked down to notice part of my shirt tail was protruding from the open fly. That'll make your face flush.
Then there was the time our school's coaching staff was going through a CPR certification class. You know the procedures involving chest compressions and mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. The day after, I noticed my upper lip was bruised. My goodness, I accept the fact that I am intense and passionate about challenges but holy cow 'it was a dummy.'
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Everybody Plays The Fool
As I began weaving between autos going from aisle to aisle it started to rain. Making matters worse two neighbors drove past me and waved. I quickened my pace to give the appearance I knew where I was going and in a hurry to get out of the rain. The reality was I did not know if I was going towards or away from my car. It was during that faster pace when one of the ferns fell from the cart. A homeless fella begging at a nearby curb ran to help me pick up my fern. I reached in my jacket pocket and pulled out a dollar bill, which was change from my post office visit and handed it to the guy. He then said, "You want me to help you find your car?" Crap, this guy has been watching me.
I finally located my vehicle and quickly slipped behind the wheel and departed. While driving home, I thought of other moments that perhaps equals that embarrassment of losing your car in the Walmart parking lot. I recall standing up from my coaching chair during a game and asking for a time out only to realize my team didn't have the ball...that's dumb. I remember coming out of a Theater's restroom with my 'fly open.' The bad thing about that incident was being told by a total stranger that I was not zipped, I looked down to notice part of my shirt tail was protruding from the open fly. That'll make your face flush.
Then there was the time our school's coaching staff was going through a CPR certification class. You know the procedures involving chest compressions and mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. The day after, I noticed my upper lip was bruised. My goodness, I accept the fact that I am intense and passionate about challenges but holy cow 'it was a dummy.'
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Everybody Plays The Fool
Tuesday, May 2, 2017
Music...A Great Anti-Depressant
Many years ago, a basketball fan asked me if I ever fought depression. I told the fan, "I get depressed but I head it off before it becomes a crippling negative." His question was, "Do you mean you take antidepressants?" "Hell no, I don't take pills. I lock myself in my office at home and listen to anti-depressant music."
My goodness how shall I count the number of things that can possibly depress a high school basketball coach? How about a 1-23 season? How depressing when on one of your best ever teams your 6'8" all-state center dislocates his shoulder just before playoffs? Would perhaps a person running for the school board to get the coach fired be depressing? Maybe, just maybe a coach might get depressed when a hired police guard shows at your work place to protect you because there has been a threat on your life.
Well after sharing what must be shared with my wife and keeping it ALL from your children, I just pushed on never showing any signs of concern. You prepare your team day in and day out never quitting on them for one moment and never showing signs of distress. Then during those late night hours when sleep might be elusive, I would head downstairs to embrace my music...
"Got to Make The Best Of a Bad Situation"...................Gladys Knight
"Back Stabbers".............................................................The O'Jays
"Bridge Over Troubled Waters".....................................Simon & Garfunkel
"Imagine".................................................................. ....John Lennon
Then there is this one by the late Frankie Laine......
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Frankie Laine
I Believe
My goodness how shall I count the number of things that can possibly depress a high school basketball coach? How about a 1-23 season? How depressing when on one of your best ever teams your 6'8" all-state center dislocates his shoulder just before playoffs? Would perhaps a person running for the school board to get the coach fired be depressing? Maybe, just maybe a coach might get depressed when a hired police guard shows at your work place to protect you because there has been a threat on your life.
Well after sharing what must be shared with my wife and keeping it ALL from your children, I just pushed on never showing any signs of concern. You prepare your team day in and day out never quitting on them for one moment and never showing signs of distress. Then during those late night hours when sleep might be elusive, I would head downstairs to embrace my music...
"Got to Make The Best Of a Bad Situation"...................Gladys Knight
"Back Stabbers".............................................................The O'Jays
"Bridge Over Troubled Waters".....................................Simon & Garfunkel
"Imagine".................................................................. ....John Lennon
Then there is this one by the late Frankie Laine......
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Frankie Laine
I Believe
Monday, May 1, 2017
Bullying
It is disturbing to read or hear reports of youthful bullying. This practice, however is as old as modern civilization. That said, it would appear that the twenty-first century social-media indulgence makes the sting of bullying greater for the victim; an Internet negative comment is transmitted to the world in a blink of the eye. I would suspect that much of the driving cause behind one individual intimidating another individual is anchored in simple jealousy.
Whereas I do not have the expertise to explain this ugly and hurtful practice, which victimizes and costs young lives, I do recall a personal experience that was undoubtedly bullying. At a young age, I remember becoming the target of negative verbal comments and ostracism from that which had been my 'soicial group.' When you're 11-12 years old, those peer-group memberships seem to be your heartbeat. I responded with hurt feelings but resolved to embrace the very thing that I knew was the basis of the jealousy...sports' abilities. I pursued the sports not the group. Today, I would charge every youngster to not allow others to define them through coericion.
Just as I hear most bullying victims have lingering scars, I also accept the reality of scars. I spent a lifetime serving others without desiring many close friendships. Stated more succinctly, I love people and wish to do what I can for people but I don't trust people. A thirty-nine year high school coaching career would have never happened had an not embraced that modus operandi.
There is good news...My wife makes many friends her husband has few selected inner-circle friends.
Look, my story is not abnormal; it is repeated millions of times daily across this nation.
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Jerry Butler
Whereas I do not have the expertise to explain this ugly and hurtful practice, which victimizes and costs young lives, I do recall a personal experience that was undoubtedly bullying. At a young age, I remember becoming the target of negative verbal comments and ostracism from that which had been my 'soicial group.' When you're 11-12 years old, those peer-group memberships seem to be your heartbeat. I responded with hurt feelings but resolved to embrace the very thing that I knew was the basis of the jealousy...sports' abilities. I pursued the sports not the group. Today, I would charge every youngster to not allow others to define them through coericion.
Just as I hear most bullying victims have lingering scars, I also accept the reality of scars. I spent a lifetime serving others without desiring many close friendships. Stated more succinctly, I love people and wish to do what I can for people but I don't trust people. A thirty-nine year high school coaching career would have never happened had an not embraced that modus operandi.
There is good news...My wife makes many friends her husband has few selected inner-circle friends.
Look, my story is not abnormal; it is repeated millions of times daily across this nation.
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Jerry Butler
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