I have recently submitted my fifth book, entitled "Angels on My Journey" for publication. I anticipate it's release within the next two weeks. A quick recap of the four previous books follows: 'Courtside Memories' was a compilation of stories from basketball coaches, players, officials and fans. The second book, '99 Answers For The Sport Parent' addressed issues unique to the relationship dynamics between athletes, coaches and parents. Then followed 'Coach Smart-The Art of Survival,' which speaks for itself. The fourth book was a recall of humorous stories I experienced as a player, coach and spectator, it was titled, 'Game Laughter.'
'Angels on My Journey' is a collection of recollections relating to my larger theme, which is anchored in the conviction that God, in his infinite wisdom orchestrated my lifetime journey. At times, I was vain enough to believe I had accomplished special things only to be knocked down and then feel pity. I did not appreciate the fact that both the mountain tops and valleys were experiences God wanted me to have as he honed greater potential in talents not yet revealed, which would serve others and satisfy His desires not mine.
Finally, I sincerely believe that those reading 'Angels on My Journey,' will have pause to embrace the concept that they also had forces beyond their control, which impacted their journey. I believe each of us are under the influence of a Master's Plan.
"For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord,
plans to prosper you and not harm you, plans to give you
hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11
All profits from the sale of 'Angels on My Journey' will be donated to the Shriner's Children Hospital of St. Louis. The cost of the book is $10.00 plus $2.50 for mailing and handling. Make check or money order payable to TEPCA Publishing and mail to: Mel Roustio 3991 Greenridge Dr.
Decatur, Illinois 62526
Please include your return mailing address.
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Friday, June 29, 2018
Thursday, June 28, 2018
Rags to Riches
I recall during a very young age somebody saying, "Oh, those folks are trying to keep up with the Joneses." Since there was nobody in our neighborhood named 'Jones,' I was confused. In time, I understood the saying's connotation, which seemed to coincide with that Commandment about 'coveting' anything belonging to your neighbor.
As a mid-fifties teenager, my parents permitted me to drive the family's 1950 Chevy auto. I did not always purchase the latest teen fashions but I never concerned myself with what others were driving or wearing. I suppose that is just one of the many ways that I lacked normalcy. Later when I married, I did purchase a pair of rather expensive wing-tip threadneedle shoes. I wore them one night to a gym in East St. Louis, put them in my unlocked gym locker and while playing in an Industrial League All Star basketball game some poor inner city kid 'coveted' my shoes.
At this age and stage in my journey I have even less of a inclination to pay any attention to what 'others' have. I married good. My wife has always been frugal and not so much into allowing fashion to define her. I appreciate her attitude regarding material things.
I will admit that after two-hours of grass cutting and trimming, I do covet a shady spot on the backyard swing with a cold drink and Toy Poodle,Yodie by my side. Why just the other day, I was in that spot and thinking about the ways of the world when the thought occurred to me that many times to become 'rich with material things' a fella must give up too many of his most valuable things. Me? I've always been 'rich' in the right things.
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Rags to Riches
As a mid-fifties teenager, my parents permitted me to drive the family's 1950 Chevy auto. I did not always purchase the latest teen fashions but I never concerned myself with what others were driving or wearing. I suppose that is just one of the many ways that I lacked normalcy. Later when I married, I did purchase a pair of rather expensive wing-tip threadneedle shoes. I wore them one night to a gym in East St. Louis, put them in my unlocked gym locker and while playing in an Industrial League All Star basketball game some poor inner city kid 'coveted' my shoes.
At this age and stage in my journey I have even less of a inclination to pay any attention to what 'others' have. I married good. My wife has always been frugal and not so much into allowing fashion to define her. I appreciate her attitude regarding material things.
I will admit that after two-hours of grass cutting and trimming, I do covet a shady spot on the backyard swing with a cold drink and Toy Poodle,Yodie by my side. Why just the other day, I was in that spot and thinking about the ways of the world when the thought occurred to me that many times to become 'rich with material things' a fella must give up too many of his most valuable things. Me? I've always been 'rich' in the right things.
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Rags to Riches
Tuesday, June 26, 2018
Look to the Heavens for Good Reasons
Last week, I was thumbing through a scientific magazine while waiting for my podiatrist appointment. I don't normally seek out scientific magazines but this one was on the empty chair next to me. I was reading an article about asteroids and the large number tumbling through space and the the likelihood that one could hit the earth. You'll recall a year or so ago there was a 250 thousand ton asteroid emitting hot air gases, which was to fall from the sky but NOT hit earth. Thank goodness that would be like playing basketball and picking up a charging foul from Rush Limbaugh.
The science literature spooks so I traded my asteroid magazine for one of those more trendy subscriptions and suddenly I'm reading differing religious fundamentalist opinions. Thoughts and opinions were coming from a Christian fundamentalist, a Muslim fundamentalist, a Jewish fundamentalist and atheist, who is certainly a natural fundamentalist. After reading a few paragraphs, I was quickly reminded of the reality that 'fundamentalist' simply means that what I believe to be true makes it completely impossible that anything you might believe is true. Fundamentalist seemingly have zero tolerance for others' religious beliefs.
Here's what I believe. I am a Christian but not a fundamentalist Christian. If how I act or what I say causes you to wish more information about what I believe, please feel comfortable asking. If you are happy paddling your religious canoe with your own tablets then do that. Just do not try to govern my country from your fundamentalist pulpit and please stay off my grass while on earth. Finally, you may wish to purchase a hard hat...asteroids, did you forget?
The science literature spooks so I traded my asteroid magazine for one of those more trendy subscriptions and suddenly I'm reading differing religious fundamentalist opinions. Thoughts and opinions were coming from a Christian fundamentalist, a Muslim fundamentalist, a Jewish fundamentalist and atheist, who is certainly a natural fundamentalist. After reading a few paragraphs, I was quickly reminded of the reality that 'fundamentalist' simply means that what I believe to be true makes it completely impossible that anything you might believe is true. Fundamentalist seemingly have zero tolerance for others' religious beliefs.
Here's what I believe. I am a Christian but not a fundamentalist Christian. If how I act or what I say causes you to wish more information about what I believe, please feel comfortable asking. If you are happy paddling your religious canoe with your own tablets then do that. Just do not try to govern my country from your fundamentalist pulpit and please stay off my grass while on earth. Finally, you may wish to purchase a hard hat...asteroids, did you forget?
Monday, June 25, 2018
See The Ball; Hit The Ball
Major League Baseball is mired in the muddy waters of batters striking out at alarming rates. The one consistent baseball statistical factor is a nine inning game demands a total of either 51-outs or 54-outs depending on the home team trailing in the ninth or the game going extra-innings. The 2018 season is seeing about 23 of the game-outs coming via the strike out. Never has there been so many swings and misses.
There are two theories explaining this lack of bat-ball contact. 1) pitching specialist with fresh arms generating speeds at nearly 100-mph fast balls throughoutbthevgame and 2) hitters focused on home run productions with all,or nothing swings. The pesky slap type hitters' are not near as prevalent in today's game. Small ball is lacking.
I remember my East St. Louis youth baseball days. The city had a very well designed baseball feeder system. The Jaycee League structure looked like this: 'B' League (10-13 year old), 'A' League (14-15) Senior League (16-17). We played at a seven field complex called Jones' Park. Once a week a gentleman visited all teams to supply them with needed game baseballs and replacement baseball 'wooden' bats. All kids had their favorite autographed bats. The Richie Ashburn and Jackie Robinson Louisville Slugger bats had thicker handles and large barrels. The Al Kaline and Stan Musial models were thinner handles. Personally, I preferred the Ted Williams model...just liked the good grip feeling.
I recall a spell when our 'B' Team (Kurrus Funeral Home) was striking out a lot. Mr. Spickard, our manager, put all the pro bats in the bat bag and told us we had to use this one non-descript, no label, no autograph bat that had a thick handle and big barrel. A hitter had to choke up on the bat to swing it with any control. We named the 'club' 'Brown Betty.' Funny thing, we started focusing more on contact rather than hard swings, we leveled out our swings and we began hitting the baseball up the middle. And to the opposite fields instead of 'pulling' all swings; bingo...base hits and runs followed.
The professional game today offers defense-shift alignments, which place three fielders to one side of second base because every hitter is determined to swing from the heels trying to 'jack' the ball over the fence. Most hitters are too selfish to develop skills to hit the ball to the opposite field. No longer is life or baseball about 'the good of the order' but instead...it's all about ME!
As strike out ratios continue attendance will decline and ownership is going to have difficulties meeting inflated salaries. What's the solution? Well, in the NBA you cannot play zone. In the NFL there are endless rules protecting the offense. Therefore, I look for MLB to place restrictions on the defense-shift. That will open some hitting lanes but the big problem remains strike outs. I would anticipate another lowering of the mound and/or perhaps a six (6) inch move of the pitcher's rubber to 61 feet.
Today's youth and sport parent ain't buying 'baseball as our National Pastime;' ask any soccer Mom.
There are two theories explaining this lack of bat-ball contact. 1) pitching specialist with fresh arms generating speeds at nearly 100-mph fast balls throughoutbthevgame and 2) hitters focused on home run productions with all,or nothing swings. The pesky slap type hitters' are not near as prevalent in today's game. Small ball is lacking.
I remember my East St. Louis youth baseball days. The city had a very well designed baseball feeder system. The Jaycee League structure looked like this: 'B' League (10-13 year old), 'A' League (14-15) Senior League (16-17). We played at a seven field complex called Jones' Park. Once a week a gentleman visited all teams to supply them with needed game baseballs and replacement baseball 'wooden' bats. All kids had their favorite autographed bats. The Richie Ashburn and Jackie Robinson Louisville Slugger bats had thicker handles and large barrels. The Al Kaline and Stan Musial models were thinner handles. Personally, I preferred the Ted Williams model...just liked the good grip feeling.
I recall a spell when our 'B' Team (Kurrus Funeral Home) was striking out a lot. Mr. Spickard, our manager, put all the pro bats in the bat bag and told us we had to use this one non-descript, no label, no autograph bat that had a thick handle and big barrel. A hitter had to choke up on the bat to swing it with any control. We named the 'club' 'Brown Betty.' Funny thing, we started focusing more on contact rather than hard swings, we leveled out our swings and we began hitting the baseball up the middle. And to the opposite fields instead of 'pulling' all swings; bingo...base hits and runs followed.
The professional game today offers defense-shift alignments, which place three fielders to one side of second base because every hitter is determined to swing from the heels trying to 'jack' the ball over the fence. Most hitters are too selfish to develop skills to hit the ball to the opposite field. No longer is life or baseball about 'the good of the order' but instead...it's all about ME!
As strike out ratios continue attendance will decline and ownership is going to have difficulties meeting inflated salaries. What's the solution? Well, in the NBA you cannot play zone. In the NFL there are endless rules protecting the offense. Therefore, I look for MLB to place restrictions on the defense-shift. That will open some hitting lanes but the big problem remains strike outs. I would anticipate another lowering of the mound and/or perhaps a six (6) inch move of the pitcher's rubber to 61 feet.
Today's youth and sport parent ain't buying 'baseball as our National Pastime;' ask any soccer Mom.
Sunday, June 24, 2018
My How The Time Went By
The first Roustio Family Reunion happened sixty-nine years ago at Grand Maria's State Park East St. Louis , Illinois. I was a ten year old energetic boy who enjoyed sports, games and a bunch of cousins. At that first family reunion, I suppose a DNA connection of approximately 120-to-130 clansfolks ate lunch, played bingo, pitched horseshoes, played cork ball, drank beer and (too much) soda. The highlight for me that year and many subsequent years was the annual softball game between fathers and sons. Some pretty good players took the competition seriously in spite of Grandpa Frank's blurred umpiring vision, which was compromised by several cups of Falstaff Brew. The late June sun was fading when women folks began finding the correct dishes and picnic accessories and headed towards what would be cherished today as vintage-classic cars.
I recall many older people comprising my grandparents' generation and then there was my parents, aunts, uncles and endless cousins. As the years rolled by roles changed, people moved. Even the Roustio Clan that comprised most of 56th street and much of the Village of Washington Park became mobile. All this mobility started eating into the attendance numbers. Today, these sixty-nine years later will find perhaps 55 relatives and fewer kids, especially teenagers who seemingly connect far less to the extended family.
There will be only one meal today, no bingo, no horseshoes or no softball game. Folks will share a story or two of the love ones. The reunion, which once lasted 8-to-10 hours will fizzle after about four hours. The food will be good but wisely the beer will be absent.
Oh, that 10-year old lad once filled with boundless energies? At seventy-nine, he will be one of the elders... grateful for the moment and shared memories.
I recall many older people comprising my grandparents' generation and then there was my parents, aunts, uncles and endless cousins. As the years rolled by roles changed, people moved. Even the Roustio Clan that comprised most of 56th street and much of the Village of Washington Park became mobile. All this mobility started eating into the attendance numbers. Today, these sixty-nine years later will find perhaps 55 relatives and fewer kids, especially teenagers who seemingly connect far less to the extended family.
There will be only one meal today, no bingo, no horseshoes or no softball game. Folks will share a story or two of the love ones. The reunion, which once lasted 8-to-10 hours will fizzle after about four hours. The food will be good but wisely the beer will be absent.
Oh, that 10-year old lad once filled with boundless energies? At seventy-nine, he will be one of the elders... grateful for the moment and shared memories.
Saturday, June 23, 2018
Love Expressions From a Child
Our youngest granddaughter, Ashlyn has recently completed the first grade. Ashlyn is the youngest of seven children in the Shawn & Dawn O'Keefe family. As one would imagine, Ashlyn has been the center of attraction. We all know that this scenario can have both up and down sides. For certain older brothers and sisters are constantly heaping praise and accolades on the baby sibling. In Ashlyn's case, I'm sure she has been told many times just how 'beautiful' she is. Therefore the little six year old embraces the concept of 'beauty;' why not?
Recently, our daughter Dawn (Ashlyn's mother) shared some notes Ashlyn wrote to her mother and her first grade teacher. Following are Ashlyn's communications with the exact phonetic spellings:
Note to Mrs Hogan (Teacher):
"I like your buttfall eyes and you have buttfall glassis and buttfall name."
"You make me smiall and make me laugh and I will never forget."
Note to Mother:
"You are speshal to my hart and speshal to my life and I like you and you are buttfall to my life."
"Dear Mom I love you at the bottum of my hart. I love your kissis and your hugs and I want you to be tankfall to my hart. I like my mom."
"Mom you are beautefull." (Improved spelling of her favorite word). "In a kind way your hair reminds me of dandloins. Happy Mother's Day."
Just a thought but wouldn't it be terrific if adults could communicate pure love as good as a child?
Recently, our daughter Dawn (Ashlyn's mother) shared some notes Ashlyn wrote to her mother and her first grade teacher. Following are Ashlyn's communications with the exact phonetic spellings:
Note to Mrs Hogan (Teacher):
"I like your buttfall eyes and you have buttfall glassis and buttfall name."
"You make me smiall and make me laugh and I will never forget."
Note to Mother:
"You are speshal to my hart and speshal to my life and I like you and you are buttfall to my life."
"Dear Mom I love you at the bottum of my hart. I love your kissis and your hugs and I want you to be tankfall to my hart. I like my mom."
"Mom you are beautefull." (Improved spelling of her favorite word). "In a kind way your hair reminds me of dandloins. Happy Mother's Day."
Just a thought but wouldn't it be terrific if adults could communicate pure love as good as a child?
Friday, June 22, 2018
The Risk of Raising Weak Kids
Rumors of Sacred Heart High School's baseball coach's firing allegedly the result of a disenchanted parent filtered into Macon County as often does the stench which permeates from the 'burning Soy beans' from the Tate & Lyle Factory.
I believe that the purest form of sport is found in children's play when no adults are nearby. The ugly side of sports occurs when fans identify with a team's won-loss record and parents live vicariously though a youngster who can't chew gum and walk simultaneously. More often than not athletes 'get' the intrinsic part of sport participation and seldom freak-out over outcomes.
Coaches notoriously protect their players. They are constantly promoting the ideals of teamwork, dedication, commitment, sportsmanship, fair play, pride with humility and extracting the lessons from sport with application to the larger life. Many parents view the entire extra-curricular experience through the prism of their 'own' kid's success and happiness. If those expected rewards are absent then blame must be placed. Surely, that blame is not placed at the feet of family DNA or something lacking in the kid. Nope! The coach screwed up!
The solution to this unacceptable circumstance is simple: Fire The Coach. Go for it. And let's not stop there. If your kid fails to achieve the necessary ACT score for college entrance fire all the teachers the student had during his high school education. When the tater-tots are burned fire the cafeteria lady responsible. If the school bus is late and your child is left standing in the cold fire the driver. And let's not forget that administrator who makes a judgment at 5:00AM to call off school because of inclement weather only to see the sun shinning and snow all melted by noon. That guy must GO!
Thank God for a father who served in World War II fighting for his son's right, as the father put it; "Boy don't come home complaining about your coach. You don't like something about your sport situation then do something to change it."
I believe that the purest form of sport is found in children's play when no adults are nearby. The ugly side of sports occurs when fans identify with a team's won-loss record and parents live vicariously though a youngster who can't chew gum and walk simultaneously. More often than not athletes 'get' the intrinsic part of sport participation and seldom freak-out over outcomes.
Coaches notoriously protect their players. They are constantly promoting the ideals of teamwork, dedication, commitment, sportsmanship, fair play, pride with humility and extracting the lessons from sport with application to the larger life. Many parents view the entire extra-curricular experience through the prism of their 'own' kid's success and happiness. If those expected rewards are absent then blame must be placed. Surely, that blame is not placed at the feet of family DNA or something lacking in the kid. Nope! The coach screwed up!
The solution to this unacceptable circumstance is simple: Fire The Coach. Go for it. And let's not stop there. If your kid fails to achieve the necessary ACT score for college entrance fire all the teachers the student had during his high school education. When the tater-tots are burned fire the cafeteria lady responsible. If the school bus is late and your child is left standing in the cold fire the driver. And let's not forget that administrator who makes a judgment at 5:00AM to call off school because of inclement weather only to see the sun shinning and snow all melted by noon. That guy must GO!
Thank God for a father who served in World War II fighting for his son's right, as the father put it; "Boy don't come home complaining about your coach. You don't like something about your sport situation then do something to change it."
Thursday, June 21, 2018
It's About a Passionate Conviction
For approximately fifteen years during the decades of the eighties and nineties, I traveled extensively with opportunities to share my thoughts regarding high school athletics and the entrenched dynamics within the 'sports-family' consisting of athletes, parents and coaches. I recall once when a Pennsylvania high school athletic director asked me if my speeches were 'power-point-presentations.' Power point presentations are the thing these days. I suppose people listen better and absorb more if the presenter uses visual slides, graphs and pictures. We do live in a gadget-crazed culture with our now generation's IPads, IPhones and hand-held data base contraptions. The problem for me was always simple: Anything with more moving parts than a watermelon was problematic.
The question of 'power-point' presentations is an interesting one. On the one-hand if a speech has substance and delivered with true passion why do folks need a slide show? I wonder if the younger generation tends to suffer from some form of attention deficit disorder? Perhaps presenters are expecting too much of today's audience by expecting a degree of imagination over show and tell?
I don't know your take but I cannot believe Martin Luther King's 'I Have a Dream' speech could have been enhanced with 'power points.' Nobody in Yankee Stadium on July. 4, 1939, needed a huge electro-mechanical scoreboard to capture the moment with tears and goose bumps when a dying Lou Gehrig delivered his farewell speech. Finally, I visited Gettysburg's battlefield and its museum; never noticed amongst the artifacts an overhead projector. Poor Abe...think how good he could've been?
The question of 'power-point' presentations is an interesting one. On the one-hand if a speech has substance and delivered with true passion why do folks need a slide show? I wonder if the younger generation tends to suffer from some form of attention deficit disorder? Perhaps presenters are expecting too much of today's audience by expecting a degree of imagination over show and tell?
I don't know your take but I cannot believe Martin Luther King's 'I Have a Dream' speech could have been enhanced with 'power points.' Nobody in Yankee Stadium on July. 4, 1939, needed a huge electro-mechanical scoreboard to capture the moment with tears and goose bumps when a dying Lou Gehrig delivered his farewell speech. Finally, I visited Gettysburg's battlefield and its museum; never noticed amongst the artifacts an overhead projector. Poor Abe...think how good he could've been?
Wednesday, June 20, 2018
I Know Nothing
Last week, my longtime friend-in-education, Joe sent me a note asking if I knew a George Hopper, who, fifty years ago attempted to swim 800 yards across Horseshoe Lake while handcuffed and pulling two boats. (Note: Horseshoe Lake is located off Route 111 in Madison County near Granite City, Illinois). Even though I grew up in the same Metro-East decade as did Hopper, I did not know him. Actually, I was attending school at Illinois State in 1958 when Hopper attempted the fete. I don't know if George successfully completed his fete.
I am familiar with Horseshoe Lake. In fact, I fished there once and went 'catfish tubbing' there once. If you're unfamiliar with 'tubbing,' I can tell you that you need a bottomless wash tub which can be placed over a bed of catfish in shallow waters. The tubber-guy then reaches into the water and feels for catfish. Sure, you can be finned by the catfish but worse than that you best hope you're not in a Water-Moccasin pool when you reach into that tub!
I do recall another news story about Horseshoe Lake back in the mid fifties. It appeared in the East St. Louis Journal. Some fella was found dead by drowning in the Lake and his hands were also bound. He was NOT swimming but evidently he was NOT paying and some 'wise guys' were upset.
I didn't know any of those fellas either.
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Its Best Not to Know Some Folks
I am familiar with Horseshoe Lake. In fact, I fished there once and went 'catfish tubbing' there once. If you're unfamiliar with 'tubbing,' I can tell you that you need a bottomless wash tub which can be placed over a bed of catfish in shallow waters. The tubber-guy then reaches into the water and feels for catfish. Sure, you can be finned by the catfish but worse than that you best hope you're not in a Water-Moccasin pool when you reach into that tub!
I do recall another news story about Horseshoe Lake back in the mid fifties. It appeared in the East St. Louis Journal. Some fella was found dead by drowning in the Lake and his hands were also bound. He was NOT swimming but evidently he was NOT paying and some 'wise guys' were upset.
I didn't know any of those fellas either.
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Its Best Not to Know Some Folks
Tuesday, June 19, 2018
Politicians Invoking Scriptures? Really?
I am one hundred percent supportive of any person pontificating scripture beliefs from 'their' good book as it pertains to an explanation of THEIR life and the manner in which they traverse THEIR journey. That said, keep your biblical opinions to yourself when it comes to governing our nation. It is called separation of church and state. You may also add this to my complaint: Too frequently, folks notoriously manipulate biblical scriptures by picking and choosing scriptures to support a personal conviction.
Let me offer this slant: If a baker has constitutional rights to refuse making a cake for a gay couple then a Christian dentist, predicated on Biblical Scriptures can refuse service to a divorcee and a person with tattoos. The Bible justifies the dentist's position.
Attorney General, Jeff Sessions said that Romans 13, justifies separating children from their immigrant parents entering the country illegally because the United States is simply enforcing government laws, which Romans 13 highlights. Southerners used this same scripture to claim slavery was protected by law. Adolph Hitler also invoked Romans 13 against Christians maintaining that he (Hitler) was ordained by their God to be their leader.
Their is no justification to separate a child from its mother unless the mother posses a danger to the child. It is morally unjustifiable for a government to cause separation of mother and child. America is better than this, I would think. Are you kidding me? We have people in this nation who become 'unglued' over some individuals not standing for the National Anthem but are okay separating a toddler from its mother? Christian nation, eh?
Somebody should remind Attorney General Sessions of Matthew 19:14 "Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come to me for this is the Kingdom of Heaven." >>>Southern translation: 'Leave the kids alone if you know what's good for you, Bubba.'
Let me offer this slant: If a baker has constitutional rights to refuse making a cake for a gay couple then a Christian dentist, predicated on Biblical Scriptures can refuse service to a divorcee and a person with tattoos. The Bible justifies the dentist's position.
Attorney General, Jeff Sessions said that Romans 13, justifies separating children from their immigrant parents entering the country illegally because the United States is simply enforcing government laws, which Romans 13 highlights. Southerners used this same scripture to claim slavery was protected by law. Adolph Hitler also invoked Romans 13 against Christians maintaining that he (Hitler) was ordained by their God to be their leader.
Their is no justification to separate a child from its mother unless the mother posses a danger to the child. It is morally unjustifiable for a government to cause separation of mother and child. America is better than this, I would think. Are you kidding me? We have people in this nation who become 'unglued' over some individuals not standing for the National Anthem but are okay separating a toddler from its mother? Christian nation, eh?
Somebody should remind Attorney General Sessions of Matthew 19:14 "Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come to me for this is the Kingdom of Heaven." >>>Southern translation: 'Leave the kids alone if you know what's good for you, Bubba.'
Monday, June 18, 2018
A n Appreciation Luncheon
Today, Monday, June 18, Mark McLeod, CEO McLeod Express will host his Third Annual Decatur Team Soy Capital Turkey Tourney Corporate Cookout @ Stephen Decatur Middle School, which will be the site this coming Thanksgivin for the 48th Annual Tournament. This tourney's history has seen nearly 100 Division I basketball signees and notable such as Andre' Iguodala and Shaun Livingston (former Tourney MVP's) who are current members of the NBA Champions, Holden State 'Warriors.'
The financial demands of team guarantees, security, hospitality, custodial & maintenance assistance along with game officials, game workers and administrative costs places the bar at approximately $38,000.00 before the first tip off. This premier event would never find legs without the following:
Bob Smith / Kevin Breheny (Team Soy Capital), Steve Horve, Sr. & Jr. (Horve Builders), Gary Birschbach (McDonald's), Dale Cole (Southlake Paarmacy/Colee's Corner), Kendall Briscoe (Caterpillar), Darcy Grinestaff (Crown Toyota/Nissan & Miles Chevy), Tony Wilkins (Ameren IP), Caring Black Men, C & K Signs, Dunn Company, 1st Mid America Credit Union, Mike Avery (Grain Journal), Josh Sapp (IBEW), Mark McLeod, Aimee Fyke (Residence Inn), Decatur Conference Center & Hotel, Sam's Club, Earthmover Credit Union, Miller/Tracy/Braun & Miller Attorneys, St. Mary's Hospital, Walmart, WAND/TV, Heckman Healthcare, Decatur Orthopedics, Alltown Bus Service, Apexnetwork Physical Therapy, Busey Bank, Decatur Dental, Decatur Police, Peerless Cleaners & Restoration, Brass Horn, Brentlinger & Earl Funeral Home, Eagle Ridge Senior Living, McAtee Financial, New Horizon Marketing, Pepsi, RD McMillen Ent., Speed Lube, State Farm, Target, T R Systems, Top Quality Roofing, Land of Lincoln Credit Union, Graceland Fairlawn Funeral Home, Decatur Public School Foundation and Decatur Memorial Hospital.
As Tournament Coordinator, I am deeply grateful for the financial commitment of these aforementioned individuals, businesses and corporations. Aside from that, I am pleased and warmed to the core noting the obvious Decatur City-wide and Decatur Public School personnel 'ownership.'
Thank you one and all. Enjoy today's fabulous luncheon prepared by grill Master, McLeod!
The financial demands of team guarantees, security, hospitality, custodial & maintenance assistance along with game officials, game workers and administrative costs places the bar at approximately $38,000.00 before the first tip off. This premier event would never find legs without the following:
Bob Smith / Kevin Breheny (Team Soy Capital), Steve Horve, Sr. & Jr. (Horve Builders), Gary Birschbach (McDonald's), Dale Cole (Southlake Paarmacy/Colee's Corner), Kendall Briscoe (Caterpillar), Darcy Grinestaff (Crown Toyota/Nissan & Miles Chevy), Tony Wilkins (Ameren IP), Caring Black Men, C & K Signs, Dunn Company, 1st Mid America Credit Union, Mike Avery (Grain Journal), Josh Sapp (IBEW), Mark McLeod, Aimee Fyke (Residence Inn), Decatur Conference Center & Hotel, Sam's Club, Earthmover Credit Union, Miller/Tracy/Braun & Miller Attorneys, St. Mary's Hospital, Walmart, WAND/TV, Heckman Healthcare, Decatur Orthopedics, Alltown Bus Service, Apexnetwork Physical Therapy, Busey Bank, Decatur Dental, Decatur Police, Peerless Cleaners & Restoration, Brass Horn, Brentlinger & Earl Funeral Home, Eagle Ridge Senior Living, McAtee Financial, New Horizon Marketing, Pepsi, RD McMillen Ent., Speed Lube, State Farm, Target, T R Systems, Top Quality Roofing, Land of Lincoln Credit Union, Graceland Fairlawn Funeral Home, Decatur Public School Foundation and Decatur Memorial Hospital.
As Tournament Coordinator, I am deeply grateful for the financial commitment of these aforementioned individuals, businesses and corporations. Aside from that, I am pleased and warmed to the core noting the obvious Decatur City-wide and Decatur Public School personnel 'ownership.'
Thank you one and all. Enjoy today's fabulous luncheon prepared by grill Master, McLeod!
Friday, June 15, 2018
He Set The Bar High
This Father's Day, 2018, marks the 24-consecutive year that I have NOT purchased a Father's Day gift. My, oh my, My Dad has been gone for nearly a quarter-century. Doesn't seem possible. I vividly recall those previous celebrations. My dad was always a little embarrassed when he was the target of any showy love. In that manner, my dad was much like his mother who was also quiet and shy. When he was not the focus of attention but placed in a leadership situation to 'get something done' for the good of the order or individual, you better get in step with him or step out of the parade.
In previous blog writings, I believe I've made it clear that my father was my hero. He was a man of great character, deep love of country and for people. He was unwavering in his commitments and work ethics. He was a devoted husband and that special individual who possessed a magnetic personality of calm confidence who others were drawn towards.
Dad: I wish I was struggling today trying to decide on a Father's Day gift for you but those days are reduced to precious memories of yesterday's and they are, indeed precious. Thanks for your gift of lessons and a blueprint by which to comport oneself. Although you set the bar impossibly high, I believe your three sons gave it a shot.
To those who read my words today, I would tell you: If your father is still living, let him know of your love and appreciation. If you are as I then my hope is that you remember the sweet moments. And to all the dads out there, Happy Fathers Day and God Bless.
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Faith of Our Fathers
In previous blog writings, I believe I've made it clear that my father was my hero. He was a man of great character, deep love of country and for people. He was unwavering in his commitments and work ethics. He was a devoted husband and that special individual who possessed a magnetic personality of calm confidence who others were drawn towards.
Dad: I wish I was struggling today trying to decide on a Father's Day gift for you but those days are reduced to precious memories of yesterday's and they are, indeed precious. Thanks for your gift of lessons and a blueprint by which to comport oneself. Although you set the bar impossibly high, I believe your three sons gave it a shot.
To those who read my words today, I would tell you: If your father is still living, let him know of your love and appreciation. If you are as I then my hope is that you remember the sweet moments. And to all the dads out there, Happy Fathers Day and God Bless.
(Touch)
Faith of Our Fathers
Thursday, June 14, 2018
I'm Going Batty!
A parent should never complain to their children about the 'other' parent. One parent does not have the right to infringe upon their children's' relationships with the other parent. I find it repulsive and shallow for one parent to burden their children with mom and dad's relationship issues. It's a No-No!
Even though I suspect that my kids would like to know that their mother is 'driving me bats,' I shall stifle my inclination to complain to them about Mommy. (Note: I just used the word 'bats." That's a good word but one you seldom hear any longer. My mother in-law liked that word. She was always saying 'bats.') 'Bats' used in this form references a state of mental stability. Someone not 'wired right.' You know, 'bats in the belfry,' or that person is 'batty, which parallels 'goofy.' Or that person whose over-the-edge behavior can cause another to go 'batty.' That would be me, the 'batty' one caused by my wife's behavior. I'd like to tell my kids but I won't...so I'll tell you readers.
At the core of the issue is my wife's refusal to throw things away. Things that we no longer use, things that are broken and things that create clutter and confusion. We've kept furniture through the years because my wife insisted when our kids and grandkids started housekeeping they'd likely need those items. News flash! Young people want new stuff. Young people do not embrace 'hand me downs.' My wife keeps lamps no longer function-able, a defunct coffee pot, children's stuff and an untold number of various size flower vases. We store the broken items rather than toss them. "Somebody might fix them," I'm told.
Inside our refrigerator you might notice four butter tubs or three cottage cheese containers. This does not reflect an abundance of butter or cottage cheese. We're using empty tubs for 'left-overs' yet we have kitchen cabinets filled with every imaginable size storage container manufactured! Confusing!
We have seven televisions in our home. Only four are used. The other are housed for some body's need, which has yet been identified. We have a large two car garage that barely accommodates our Toyota Avalon. If I am not careful driving the auto into the garage, I might run over a Charlie Brown Christmas Tree, a large collection of cookware, jewelry, household goods, picnic coolers and baskets along with lawn chairs and a vintage bicycle all of which have been positioned for a 'Garage Sale' sine 2014.
If only I could tell the kids that their mother is driving me 'bats.' But...I do feel better telling you.
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Going Outta My Head
Even though I suspect that my kids would like to know that their mother is 'driving me bats,' I shall stifle my inclination to complain to them about Mommy. (Note: I just used the word 'bats." That's a good word but one you seldom hear any longer. My mother in-law liked that word. She was always saying 'bats.') 'Bats' used in this form references a state of mental stability. Someone not 'wired right.' You know, 'bats in the belfry,' or that person is 'batty, which parallels 'goofy.' Or that person whose over-the-edge behavior can cause another to go 'batty.' That would be me, the 'batty' one caused by my wife's behavior. I'd like to tell my kids but I won't...so I'll tell you readers.
At the core of the issue is my wife's refusal to throw things away. Things that we no longer use, things that are broken and things that create clutter and confusion. We've kept furniture through the years because my wife insisted when our kids and grandkids started housekeeping they'd likely need those items. News flash! Young people want new stuff. Young people do not embrace 'hand me downs.' My wife keeps lamps no longer function-able, a defunct coffee pot, children's stuff and an untold number of various size flower vases. We store the broken items rather than toss them. "Somebody might fix them," I'm told.
Inside our refrigerator you might notice four butter tubs or three cottage cheese containers. This does not reflect an abundance of butter or cottage cheese. We're using empty tubs for 'left-overs' yet we have kitchen cabinets filled with every imaginable size storage container manufactured! Confusing!
We have seven televisions in our home. Only four are used. The other are housed for some body's need, which has yet been identified. We have a large two car garage that barely accommodates our Toyota Avalon. If I am not careful driving the auto into the garage, I might run over a Charlie Brown Christmas Tree, a large collection of cookware, jewelry, household goods, picnic coolers and baskets along with lawn chairs and a vintage bicycle all of which have been positioned for a 'Garage Sale' sine 2014.
If only I could tell the kids that their mother is driving me 'bats.' But...I do feel better telling you.
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Going Outta My Head
Wednesday, June 13, 2018
Just Dumb
Our home is located on the Northeast edge of Decatur, Illinois near Interstate-72. We are a mile and a half from the Forsyth Hickory Point Mall or better identified, we're within a stone's throw of the Von Maur Private Department Store.
The seedlings of the now 32-Von Maur Stores' locations, which features clothing apparel, jewelry, shoes, handbags and cosmetics can be traced back to a small building in Davenport, Iowa 146-years ago. Those who are familiar with Von Maur know of its quality merchandise and upside pricing.
Every Hickory Point Mall Von Maur woman's department sales clerk is on a first-name basis with my wife and both daughters, Dawn (South Barrington, IL.) and Pamela (Jacksonville, IL.) Most every parent-gift occasion, Dawn telephones Von Maur to secure gift cards and Pamela can find the store in the dead of night without using her headlights. If my wife fails to make an appearance at Von Maur iin two weeks, a sales clerk will telephone our home just to check on my wife's well-being.
Now, let me establish something up-front. My wife has always been a frugal shopper and a very smart 'on sale' shopper. The great thing about Von Maur is they place many women's garments 'on sale.' A lady shopper can usually get good buys at Von Maur. I am convinced that the major reason Von Maur has great ladies' sales is due to the fact they charge top dollar for men's apparel and NEVER put those items on sale.
My wife recently purchased a couple of tops at Von Maur. You guessed, they were on sale. They were very smart and once very expensive. My wife always models her purchases and asks my opinion. 99% of the time those buys are pleasing to me and get a thumbs up. Dadgumit if I didn't make a mistake just the other day with my critique. One top looked terrific on my wife's five foot 121 lb frame. I smiled and gave a nod of approval on the first top. What happened next still baffles me.
I don't why I said something so stupid when she tried on the second top. Instead of just saying, "No, I don't think that looks good on you." I said, "Oh NO! You look like a miniature 'Ma Kettle' in that thing." I took the pup, Yodie for a long walk right after that comment and today, I'm going to Von Maur and get that little girl little a gift certificate.
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I'm Sorry
The seedlings of the now 32-Von Maur Stores' locations, which features clothing apparel, jewelry, shoes, handbags and cosmetics can be traced back to a small building in Davenport, Iowa 146-years ago. Those who are familiar with Von Maur know of its quality merchandise and upside pricing.
Every Hickory Point Mall Von Maur woman's department sales clerk is on a first-name basis with my wife and both daughters, Dawn (South Barrington, IL.) and Pamela (Jacksonville, IL.) Most every parent-gift occasion, Dawn telephones Von Maur to secure gift cards and Pamela can find the store in the dead of night without using her headlights. If my wife fails to make an appearance at Von Maur iin two weeks, a sales clerk will telephone our home just to check on my wife's well-being.
Now, let me establish something up-front. My wife has always been a frugal shopper and a very smart 'on sale' shopper. The great thing about Von Maur is they place many women's garments 'on sale.' A lady shopper can usually get good buys at Von Maur. I am convinced that the major reason Von Maur has great ladies' sales is due to the fact they charge top dollar for men's apparel and NEVER put those items on sale.
My wife recently purchased a couple of tops at Von Maur. You guessed, they were on sale. They were very smart and once very expensive. My wife always models her purchases and asks my opinion. 99% of the time those buys are pleasing to me and get a thumbs up. Dadgumit if I didn't make a mistake just the other day with my critique. One top looked terrific on my wife's five foot 121 lb frame. I smiled and gave a nod of approval on the first top. What happened next still baffles me.
I don't why I said something so stupid when she tried on the second top. Instead of just saying, "No, I don't think that looks good on you." I said, "Oh NO! You look like a miniature 'Ma Kettle' in that thing." I took the pup, Yodie for a long walk right after that comment and today, I'm going to Von Maur and get that little girl little a gift certificate.
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I'm Sorry
Tuesday, June 12, 2018
Time For A Tatt?
I understand that my comments today will be sensitive if not upsetting to many people, especially the younger set because it has become commonplace to see many people sporting tattoos and body piercings. We notice the discreet tattoo markings and the very flamboyant artistry. Piercings also run the gamut from the modest to the immodest.
Since I have not opted for either tattoos or piercings, I cannot speak with authority on the motivation behind the decision to use the body for such displays. That said, you know that I cannot stop myself from speculating as for the reasoning to partake.
Let me throw myself on the grill first. I would be dishonest if I did not confess that when I dress to enter the public square, I hope that people notice that my attire is well fitted, reasonably stylish and nicely coordinated. Simply stated: I wish to be noticed to some degree. I should also acknowledge that most of my wardrobe is traditionally conservative while some of my clothing coordinates may speak a bit louder. I suppose those days I wear the less conservative are the days I am seeking more attention.
When I was a high school and college athlete the uniforms I wore were just that, very 'uniform.' All players looked exactly alike with no differentiating accessories. As years rolled by through a thirty-nine year coaching career, I recall the National High School Federation Association making rules periodically in the attempt to control excessive, gaudy and potentially dangerous accessories worn by players, i.e., head bands, writs band, earrings, undergarments and contrasting colors. Let's agree that one reason athletic shoe sales have skyrocketed is the very fact that players' 'statements' in shoe apparel became huge.
These days, Major League Baseball players scream 'SEE ME' with necklaces, tattoos, colorful under sleeves along with hair and beard styles and colors. Currently the St. Louis Cardinals are promoting a Carlos Martinez Bobble Head Night with four (4) different bobble heads sporting four (4) different hair colors. This 2018 baseball season, pitcher Carlos has distinguished himself, Not On The Pitching Mound where his performance is less than colorful as is his changing hair and styles.
I see more and more pro-athletes having Bible Verses tattooed on their arms and/or necks. It compliments their philosophy of pointing to heaven when God favors them in success over the opposing pitcher or hitter.
If my wife will give the okay, I'm considering a biblical scripture tattoo myself: Leviticus 19:28
"You shall not make any cuttings in your flesh, nor tattoo any marks on you. I am the Lord."
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Another Tattoo
Since I have not opted for either tattoos or piercings, I cannot speak with authority on the motivation behind the decision to use the body for such displays. That said, you know that I cannot stop myself from speculating as for the reasoning to partake.
Let me throw myself on the grill first. I would be dishonest if I did not confess that when I dress to enter the public square, I hope that people notice that my attire is well fitted, reasonably stylish and nicely coordinated. Simply stated: I wish to be noticed to some degree. I should also acknowledge that most of my wardrobe is traditionally conservative while some of my clothing coordinates may speak a bit louder. I suppose those days I wear the less conservative are the days I am seeking more attention.
When I was a high school and college athlete the uniforms I wore were just that, very 'uniform.' All players looked exactly alike with no differentiating accessories. As years rolled by through a thirty-nine year coaching career, I recall the National High School Federation Association making rules periodically in the attempt to control excessive, gaudy and potentially dangerous accessories worn by players, i.e., head bands, writs band, earrings, undergarments and contrasting colors. Let's agree that one reason athletic shoe sales have skyrocketed is the very fact that players' 'statements' in shoe apparel became huge.
These days, Major League Baseball players scream 'SEE ME' with necklaces, tattoos, colorful under sleeves along with hair and beard styles and colors. Currently the St. Louis Cardinals are promoting a Carlos Martinez Bobble Head Night with four (4) different bobble heads sporting four (4) different hair colors. This 2018 baseball season, pitcher Carlos has distinguished himself, Not On The Pitching Mound where his performance is less than colorful as is his changing hair and styles.
I see more and more pro-athletes having Bible Verses tattooed on their arms and/or necks. It compliments their philosophy of pointing to heaven when God favors them in success over the opposing pitcher or hitter.
If my wife will give the okay, I'm considering a biblical scripture tattoo myself: Leviticus 19:28
"You shall not make any cuttings in your flesh, nor tattoo any marks on you. I am the Lord."
(Touch)
Another Tattoo
Monday, June 11, 2018
Fifty-Eight-plus seven
I've always maintained that man's greatest gift is his mother. I've stated it and I've preached it to anybody who'd listen. That said, I believe man's great good fortune (luck or blessing: you decide) is to find a woman who will understand him, love him, support him, forgive him, encourage him, criticize him, praise him and challenge him in all circumstances every day. That said, (today) Monday, June 11, 2018, I've been both lucky and blessed for fifty-eight years.
On this day in 1960, after a seven year courtship, Gerry Bischof and I exchanged wedding vows at Grand Marais State Park, East St. Louis, Illinois. A young couple from differing religious backgrounds needed a 'neural site' for a marriage ceremony, which would help avoid any family member from turning into a pillar of salt in a house of worship other than THEIR house of worship.
I am grateful that Gerry was a perfect coach's wife. She willingly packed our bags and moved to six different communities as I sought new challenges and opportunities. She opened our home to our basketball family. Every season she fixed travel-game day meals and took her seat in hundreds of basketball venues often times to hear the verbal criticisms of her husband, which she fought to ignore but tangled with any fan who would dare criticize one of our players...she was focused and tough!
She willingly gave up her personal career aspirations to embrace our parenting philosophy that called for her to be a stay at home mom while our kids were in elementary and junior high schools. Indeed this was a financial challenge for a young couple but a life-style commitment we would make over and over again.
Gerry was the second youngest of six children in her family. When we were dating during our teen years, her older brothers and sisters called upon her to babysit frequently. I often accompanied her on those assignments and recall marveling at a sixteen year old girl's incredible skills and know-how caring for infants and toddlers. Why would I be surprised how she mothered our own and embraced the grand-parenting role?
My dear Geraldine Viola Bischof-Roustio, I don't know how much longer we'll share this train-ride but it has been unbelievably wonderful and I thank you for every joy. Today, we celebrate our fifty-eighth wedding anniversary but I remember vividly a thirteen year old girl walking home from a Little League baseball game with a dirty-sweaty fourteen year old boy.
Note: More about 'faith' and 'religious' doctrines in the soon to be released book,
"Angels On My Journey."
Happy Anniversary?
(Touch)
#58
On this day in 1960, after a seven year courtship, Gerry Bischof and I exchanged wedding vows at Grand Marais State Park, East St. Louis, Illinois. A young couple from differing religious backgrounds needed a 'neural site' for a marriage ceremony, which would help avoid any family member from turning into a pillar of salt in a house of worship other than THEIR house of worship.
I am grateful that Gerry was a perfect coach's wife. She willingly packed our bags and moved to six different communities as I sought new challenges and opportunities. She opened our home to our basketball family. Every season she fixed travel-game day meals and took her seat in hundreds of basketball venues often times to hear the verbal criticisms of her husband, which she fought to ignore but tangled with any fan who would dare criticize one of our players...she was focused and tough!
She willingly gave up her personal career aspirations to embrace our parenting philosophy that called for her to be a stay at home mom while our kids were in elementary and junior high schools. Indeed this was a financial challenge for a young couple but a life-style commitment we would make over and over again.
Gerry was the second youngest of six children in her family. When we were dating during our teen years, her older brothers and sisters called upon her to babysit frequently. I often accompanied her on those assignments and recall marveling at a sixteen year old girl's incredible skills and know-how caring for infants and toddlers. Why would I be surprised how she mothered our own and embraced the grand-parenting role?
My dear Geraldine Viola Bischof-Roustio, I don't know how much longer we'll share this train-ride but it has been unbelievably wonderful and I thank you for every joy. Today, we celebrate our fifty-eighth wedding anniversary but I remember vividly a thirteen year old girl walking home from a Little League baseball game with a dirty-sweaty fourteen year old boy.
Note: More about 'faith' and 'religious' doctrines in the soon to be released book,
"Angels On My Journey."
Happy Anniversary?
(Touch)
#58
Friday, June 8, 2018
Really Gentlemen?
A definition of 'pornography:'.
Pornography is printed or visual material containing the explicit description or display of sexual organs or activity, intended to stimulate erotic feelings.
I suppose there are many 'grey areas" regarding pornography but certainly we should agree that nude photos and sexual activities captured in books, magazines and films is pornography.
I offer today's blog on the heels of President Trump's personal lawyer, Rudy Guiliani's demeaning remarks about porn actress, Stormy Daniels. Daniels, you recall was paid $130,000.00 hush money after a sexual encounter with Trump around the time his wife, Melania was giving birth to their son.
Giuliani claims Trump did not have this sexual encounter with Daniels and props up his case predicated on his view that Trump's interest in women is only those women of beauty, class and substance. Giuliani then asks, "Stormy Daniels?" Giuliani continued by suggesting that Daniels was an unattractive person of poor character and reputation. Let me see if I have this right, Rudy. Stormy is lacking character and has a low life reputation for taking money for sexual favors but Trump is untarnished paying money for sexual favors. Rudy's logic is bizarre. Obviously this man has sold his soul out for limelight recognition and money.
Now, today's blog--
Note: The theory I am advancing this morning targets American males and I put myself in this group. Therefore, I have shared the same weakness of the flesh as most males but I'll be damn if I will claim some condescending moral authority. Certainly, I will not condemn women. A woman who poses nude in magazines is no lesser character than the man who buys the magazine to view the photos. The female porn actress or strip tease performer is no more lacking in reputation than the man who goes to the theater or club to view the performance.
I was born at night in East St. Louis, Illinois but it wasn't last night. There is little doubt in my mind that 90% of American males over the age of eighteen have at some time embraced some form of pornography during their life. Those men are absolute fools to point a condescending finger at any woman in the pornography business.
Guiliani is a fool. While he made the his demeaning remarks about Stormy Daniel suggesting she was this low life; Guiliani lifted Trump's three wives as "women of class and substance," he obviously forgot about the 1995 magazine fellas bought to lust over 'classy Melania' who posed nude in photos.
(American History trivia: 'Who is the ONLY First Lady to pose nude for public consumption?')
Former President Jimmy Carter in 1976, stated in a Playboy Magazine interview that he has "Felt lust in his heart looking at many women." Carter caught a lot of crap over that statement from the Evangelicals. Oh, those wonderful 'judging' Evangelicals. Well, Rudy would fit right in with the 'new' Evangelicals. Go ahead and point your finger fellas...you are a bunch of disengenuous phonies!
(Touch)
Dirty Old Man
Pornography is printed or visual material containing the explicit description or display of sexual organs or activity, intended to stimulate erotic feelings.
I suppose there are many 'grey areas" regarding pornography but certainly we should agree that nude photos and sexual activities captured in books, magazines and films is pornography.
I offer today's blog on the heels of President Trump's personal lawyer, Rudy Guiliani's demeaning remarks about porn actress, Stormy Daniels. Daniels, you recall was paid $130,000.00 hush money after a sexual encounter with Trump around the time his wife, Melania was giving birth to their son.
Giuliani claims Trump did not have this sexual encounter with Daniels and props up his case predicated on his view that Trump's interest in women is only those women of beauty, class and substance. Giuliani then asks, "Stormy Daniels?" Giuliani continued by suggesting that Daniels was an unattractive person of poor character and reputation. Let me see if I have this right, Rudy. Stormy is lacking character and has a low life reputation for taking money for sexual favors but Trump is untarnished paying money for sexual favors. Rudy's logic is bizarre. Obviously this man has sold his soul out for limelight recognition and money.
Now, today's blog--
Note: The theory I am advancing this morning targets American males and I put myself in this group. Therefore, I have shared the same weakness of the flesh as most males but I'll be damn if I will claim some condescending moral authority. Certainly, I will not condemn women. A woman who poses nude in magazines is no lesser character than the man who buys the magazine to view the photos. The female porn actress or strip tease performer is no more lacking in reputation than the man who goes to the theater or club to view the performance.
I was born at night in East St. Louis, Illinois but it wasn't last night. There is little doubt in my mind that 90% of American males over the age of eighteen have at some time embraced some form of pornography during their life. Those men are absolute fools to point a condescending finger at any woman in the pornography business.
Guiliani is a fool. While he made the his demeaning remarks about Stormy Daniel suggesting she was this low life; Guiliani lifted Trump's three wives as "women of class and substance," he obviously forgot about the 1995 magazine fellas bought to lust over 'classy Melania' who posed nude in photos.
(American History trivia: 'Who is the ONLY First Lady to pose nude for public consumption?')
Former President Jimmy Carter in 1976, stated in a Playboy Magazine interview that he has "Felt lust in his heart looking at many women." Carter caught a lot of crap over that statement from the Evangelicals. Oh, those wonderful 'judging' Evangelicals. Well, Rudy would fit right in with the 'new' Evangelicals. Go ahead and point your finger fellas...you are a bunch of disengenuous phonies!
(Touch)
Dirty Old Man
Thursday, June 7, 2018
Eroding Institutions
Since the beginning of creation parents have exerted the greatest influence and force on their children. They satisfy basic needs, define social norms of behavior, teach values and support other institutions. It's fair to say that the 'family institution' will always remain the 'tap root' for 'potentially' the most significant nourishment and development of the individual. The operative word is 'potentially.'
Once in America, most families sought guidance, purpose and solace from a greater source of power, a God, if you please. Therefore, man felt a need to create religions, which would assist families in their faith-belief quest. Welcome the 'church institution,' which would compliment family values in the socialization of the human. Religion is a social institutions that explains the inexplicable to the believer.
In 1918, the State of Mississippi became the last state to enact a compulsory education attendance law. The educational institution (schools) reinforce many of the moral and social behavior values embraced by the family and church while preparing the student for ever changing technology and work place skill demands.
For the past 100-years, American children would or could be influenced dramatically by the three major institutions: 1) the family, 2) the church (religion) and 3) formal education. Most would agree that all three institutions in concert will strengthen both the individual and a nation. Well, it is NOT necessarily so these days. The American divorce rate over the years has escalated and even the financial demands, which beg for dual incomes have contributed to a fracturing of the 'family institution.'
I would not dare question today's parents' love for their children but I would doubt their hands-on nurturing along with consistent and effective disciplinary practices. Nobody can question the lessening impact of the church's influence on the individual. It would follow that when the family institution is weakened the church takes a back seat. Embrace the fact that only 20% of American Christians attend a weekly service as compared to nearly 60% attendance during the decade 1950-to-1960. So much for the religious institution having any impact on the moral and social behavioral development of youth.
In recent years, as the institutions of family and church eroded more has been required and even more is being requested of the educational institution. Americans have an ingrained mentality of 'womb-to-room,' therefore why not expect teachers to pick up the broken pieces left by family and church.
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Save The Children
Once in America, most families sought guidance, purpose and solace from a greater source of power, a God, if you please. Therefore, man felt a need to create religions, which would assist families in their faith-belief quest. Welcome the 'church institution,' which would compliment family values in the socialization of the human. Religion is a social institutions that explains the inexplicable to the believer.
In 1918, the State of Mississippi became the last state to enact a compulsory education attendance law. The educational institution (schools) reinforce many of the moral and social behavior values embraced by the family and church while preparing the student for ever changing technology and work place skill demands.
For the past 100-years, American children would or could be influenced dramatically by the three major institutions: 1) the family, 2) the church (religion) and 3) formal education. Most would agree that all three institutions in concert will strengthen both the individual and a nation. Well, it is NOT necessarily so these days. The American divorce rate over the years has escalated and even the financial demands, which beg for dual incomes have contributed to a fracturing of the 'family institution.'
I would not dare question today's parents' love for their children but I would doubt their hands-on nurturing along with consistent and effective disciplinary practices. Nobody can question the lessening impact of the church's influence on the individual. It would follow that when the family institution is weakened the church takes a back seat. Embrace the fact that only 20% of American Christians attend a weekly service as compared to nearly 60% attendance during the decade 1950-to-1960. So much for the religious institution having any impact on the moral and social behavioral development of youth.
In recent years, as the institutions of family and church eroded more has been required and even more is being requested of the educational institution. Americans have an ingrained mentality of 'womb-to-room,' therefore why not expect teachers to pick up the broken pieces left by family and church.
(Touch)
Save The Children
Wednesday, June 6, 2018
He Was A Big Factor In My Life
I recently attended a high school baseball game and saw a youngster at bat miss the signal for a suicide squeeze play; his coach was rather upset in the moment. The scenario reminded me of a personal experience, which occurred in May of 1954. First for those who may not know, a 'suicide bunt' happens with a runner on third base and less than two outs and the coach gives a signal to runner and batter to execute the following: Upon the pitcher's pitch the runner takes off full tilt towards home plate and the batter is supposed to bunt the ball fairly. If executed properly, there is no time to field the ball and get the runner out at home. Success hinges on bunting the ball fairly on the ground. If the batter misses the 'signal,' misses contact with the ball or pops the ball up it's SUICIDE for the base runner!
That same thing happened to yours truly May 1954, when I was a 15-year old sophomore pitching for East St. Louis high school's varsity team playing against Alton high school. I also missed the suicide bunt signal and my teammate was OUT at home by ten feet. My high school baseball/basketball coach was one in the same, two time All American University of Illinois basketball great, Louis 'Pick' Dehner who set a then Madison Square Garden scoring record of 25-points in 1938. Dehner stood 6'4" and weighed 250 pounds. He was known for his showmanship and over-the-top demonstrative antics. You guessed it, Coach Dehner ran from the dugout towards me standing at home plate having just missed executing the suicide squeeze. Earlier in the game our shortstop made an error on a routine ground ball, which prompted Coach Dehner to walk to the shortstop at his position, take the kid's and bend down demonstrating to the Senior how he should have fielded the ground ball. Naturally, I'm waiting for the Coach to take the bat from me and 'show me' how to bunt right there in front of God, parents, opponents and peers.
Dehner stopped a couple of feet from me, looked squarely in my eyes and spoke, "You'll get it next time kid, just keep doing your job by throwing strikes." He walked back to the dugout in front of me. I did finish the seven inning contest allowing three hits and winning 5-2. The moment was most uncharacteristic for the 'bigger than life' Coach. To be sure over the next few years playing basketball and baseball for the man, I saw some dandy antics but never at my expense. I would later coach against Coach Dehner the seven seasons I mentored Edwardsville high school, which was a member of the Southwestern Conference with East St. Louis.
May 1957, I pitched my last baseball game for Dehner's East Side "Flyers" going 11-innings beating Collinsville for the Conference baseball title. Thirty years later, Billy Altenberger, another former East St. Louis player, telephoned me to tell me that Coach Dehner had died and he and I along with Legendary coaches, Virgil Fletcher and Joe Lucco were asked to be pallbearers. It was my honor to accept. I shall always be grateful for his life changing advice to me as a young teenage athlete.
I included a segment on Coach Dehner in my soon to be released book, "Angels On My Journey."
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Hail to The Chief
That same thing happened to yours truly May 1954, when I was a 15-year old sophomore pitching for East St. Louis high school's varsity team playing against Alton high school. I also missed the suicide bunt signal and my teammate was OUT at home by ten feet. My high school baseball/basketball coach was one in the same, two time All American University of Illinois basketball great, Louis 'Pick' Dehner who set a then Madison Square Garden scoring record of 25-points in 1938. Dehner stood 6'4" and weighed 250 pounds. He was known for his showmanship and over-the-top demonstrative antics. You guessed it, Coach Dehner ran from the dugout towards me standing at home plate having just missed executing the suicide squeeze. Earlier in the game our shortstop made an error on a routine ground ball, which prompted Coach Dehner to walk to the shortstop at his position, take the kid's and bend down demonstrating to the Senior how he should have fielded the ground ball. Naturally, I'm waiting for the Coach to take the bat from me and 'show me' how to bunt right there in front of God, parents, opponents and peers.
Dehner stopped a couple of feet from me, looked squarely in my eyes and spoke, "You'll get it next time kid, just keep doing your job by throwing strikes." He walked back to the dugout in front of me. I did finish the seven inning contest allowing three hits and winning 5-2. The moment was most uncharacteristic for the 'bigger than life' Coach. To be sure over the next few years playing basketball and baseball for the man, I saw some dandy antics but never at my expense. I would later coach against Coach Dehner the seven seasons I mentored Edwardsville high school, which was a member of the Southwestern Conference with East St. Louis.
May 1957, I pitched my last baseball game for Dehner's East Side "Flyers" going 11-innings beating Collinsville for the Conference baseball title. Thirty years later, Billy Altenberger, another former East St. Louis player, telephoned me to tell me that Coach Dehner had died and he and I along with Legendary coaches, Virgil Fletcher and Joe Lucco were asked to be pallbearers. It was my honor to accept. I shall always be grateful for his life changing advice to me as a young teenage athlete.
I included a segment on Coach Dehner in my soon to be released book, "Angels On My Journey."
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Hail to The Chief
Tuesday, June 5, 2018
Changing Itenerary
The word 'family' shifts a lot in meaning. We might ask, where does family begin, what does it include and what parameters contain it? Personally, I think of family as in blood, through marriage and also in adoption. In terms of that 'family reunion,' we obviously are embracing the clans legacy in its totality from the genealogical beginnings.
That family resulting from the relationship of my wife and me is that specific 'unit' that dictates much of what is expected of me and my responsibilities. Our kids, their spouses, grandkids and great grandkids with all social and ceremonial events demand my attendance and attention. Wedding showers, Marriages, receptions, baby showers, christenings, youth sports' events, dance recitals, musical recitals, graduations, Grandparents school days and more and more all cry out "Be There!"
If one is blessed with a longer journey one gets to do these things with children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. Color me blessed. If things continue, I shall shuffle into the graduation exercise with a walker and take a seat near the stage so my failing vision and creeping-deafness will be aided in identifying kin and hearing names.
This past Sunday, my wife and I returned from South Barrington where my wife joined forty others celebrating a baby shower for the family's second oldest granddaughter and later a high school graduation celebration for the family's twelfth grandkid.
This old fart forgot his hearing aids and thus did more smiling and nodding than usual, which I hate because it gives me a headache and even worse, I'm afraid I'm agreeing to something stupid. I also forgot to take along my diabetic testing kit, which resulted in me being over-cautious and therefore passing on baby shower cake, and graduation cake, cookies and pastries. Some say that I'm getting forgetful. I say that I have too much on my mind, which causes me to be forgetful. I prefer my reasoning, which protects my ego.
Next weekend, I'll take my wife to a wedding shower. That wedding will take place in the fall. Come to think of it, I have a speaking part at that ceremony; hope I don't forget. Ah, later this month, the Roustio extended clan will gather at Shiloh, Illinois for the 69th Annual Roustio Family Reunion. Now that event is coming to the end of the line...no question. The younger generation ain't connected like generations past. Nope, no desire any longer. Maybe we can make # 70 and maybe I will be around to write a blog about the happening and then maybe not. I feel guilty. I think I got so much more out of my journey than what my grandkids will get.
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We Are Family or some instance, We Were Family.
That family resulting from the relationship of my wife and me is that specific 'unit' that dictates much of what is expected of me and my responsibilities. Our kids, their spouses, grandkids and great grandkids with all social and ceremonial events demand my attendance and attention. Wedding showers, Marriages, receptions, baby showers, christenings, youth sports' events, dance recitals, musical recitals, graduations, Grandparents school days and more and more all cry out "Be There!"
If one is blessed with a longer journey one gets to do these things with children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. Color me blessed. If things continue, I shall shuffle into the graduation exercise with a walker and take a seat near the stage so my failing vision and creeping-deafness will be aided in identifying kin and hearing names.
This past Sunday, my wife and I returned from South Barrington where my wife joined forty others celebrating a baby shower for the family's second oldest granddaughter and later a high school graduation celebration for the family's twelfth grandkid.
This old fart forgot his hearing aids and thus did more smiling and nodding than usual, which I hate because it gives me a headache and even worse, I'm afraid I'm agreeing to something stupid. I also forgot to take along my diabetic testing kit, which resulted in me being over-cautious and therefore passing on baby shower cake, and graduation cake, cookies and pastries. Some say that I'm getting forgetful. I say that I have too much on my mind, which causes me to be forgetful. I prefer my reasoning, which protects my ego.
Next weekend, I'll take my wife to a wedding shower. That wedding will take place in the fall. Come to think of it, I have a speaking part at that ceremony; hope I don't forget. Ah, later this month, the Roustio extended clan will gather at Shiloh, Illinois for the 69th Annual Roustio Family Reunion. Now that event is coming to the end of the line...no question. The younger generation ain't connected like generations past. Nope, no desire any longer. Maybe we can make # 70 and maybe I will be around to write a blog about the happening and then maybe not. I feel guilty. I think I got so much more out of my journey than what my grandkids will get.
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We Are Family or some instance, We Were Family.
Monday, June 4, 2018
Out Of Touch? I Think So.
A few days ago, I read a response from a gentleman who often reads my daily blogs. The fella stated succinctly that "Mel is old and out-of-touch." I thought about his comment for a bit and came to the conclusion that I'm in agreement. I am old (79) and I am out-of-touch on many fronts.
Now I have known elderly people who are sharp as a tack while noting some younger folks mentally dull and boring. However, that is not the case with me; I am 'old' as pointed out and I truly believe that I am out-of-touch. To support my belief and the blog-reader's comment regarding my 'la la land' existence, let offer the following:
If out of touch means that I am not savvy about modern technology, count me in that group. If out of touch means that I don't understand current parent-child relationships and it's lacking discipline, you can pencil me in. If out of touch means that democracy's 'freedoms' do not pivot on the necessity of laws enacted for a secular-society, place me on-board. If out of touch means that I prefer songs sung by well dressed performers enunciating clearly without grabbing their body parts then find me guilty. If out of touch means that people turn their backs accepting vulgarity from its leaders then point your accusing finger at "Out-of-Touch Old Mel."
You can also 'punch my out-of-touch ticket' on more:
* I don't understand people who fear failure.
* I can't comprehend why my social security monthly check was reduced drastically because I have a teachers' retirement pension...after all I paid into the social security club.
* I don't appreciate the high salaries paid to baseball teams whose 27-outs in a nine inning game includes eleven strike outs.
* I scratch my head wondering how a nation of people can claim to be a Christian nation when only 14% of purported believers attend a weekly service.
* I can't figure out how a nation of people have come to pay more for less. You pay more for gasoline and pump it yourself and if your tires need air you pay $1.50 to meet the need. You're willing to check yourself out at the grocery store seemingly pleased to work for there nothing while taking employment away from somebody. I refuse to do that but then I'm out-of-touch.
* I was out of touch years ago when I would not let my college age kids go on spring break instead of 'working.'
* I hear racial slurs and prejudicial expressions stated by the same folks who cheer a black man on their favorite sports team...That angers me but then, you got it, I'm out of touch with the smarter set.
* Oh Buddy, I'm really out of touch when I hear people suggest that public school teachers should excel teaching subject matter, insure morality development in their students, be concerned for the students feelings and also carry a loaded weapon into their classrooms to protect their students.
I believe those who advance this notion have crap for brains but then they know that I'm out of touch.
* Finally, I've always thought that horses should come first in parades for greater entertainment possibilities. Wish parade organizers were as out of touch as I.
Well, that's just a few of Mel's 'out of touch' examples. As I reflect on my life's journey, I realize that I've never been intellectually sharp, socially cool or certainly 'in touch' with the masses. I suppose that's why I enjoy sitting on the back yard swing with Toy Poodle, Yodie. Why that little fella thinks I know everything. I prefer his company and opinion. But I do appreciate folks reading my blogs and taking time to point out my short-comings. And if you're 'in touch' you now know why.
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Out Of Touch
Now I have known elderly people who are sharp as a tack while noting some younger folks mentally dull and boring. However, that is not the case with me; I am 'old' as pointed out and I truly believe that I am out-of-touch. To support my belief and the blog-reader's comment regarding my 'la la land' existence, let offer the following:
If out of touch means that I am not savvy about modern technology, count me in that group. If out of touch means that I don't understand current parent-child relationships and it's lacking discipline, you can pencil me in. If out of touch means that democracy's 'freedoms' do not pivot on the necessity of laws enacted for a secular-society, place me on-board. If out of touch means that I prefer songs sung by well dressed performers enunciating clearly without grabbing their body parts then find me guilty. If out of touch means that people turn their backs accepting vulgarity from its leaders then point your accusing finger at "Out-of-Touch Old Mel."
You can also 'punch my out-of-touch ticket' on more:
* I don't understand people who fear failure.
* I can't comprehend why my social security monthly check was reduced drastically because I have a teachers' retirement pension...after all I paid into the social security club.
* I don't appreciate the high salaries paid to baseball teams whose 27-outs in a nine inning game includes eleven strike outs.
* I scratch my head wondering how a nation of people can claim to be a Christian nation when only 14% of purported believers attend a weekly service.
* I can't figure out how a nation of people have come to pay more for less. You pay more for gasoline and pump it yourself and if your tires need air you pay $1.50 to meet the need. You're willing to check yourself out at the grocery store seemingly pleased to work for there nothing while taking employment away from somebody. I refuse to do that but then I'm out-of-touch.
* I was out of touch years ago when I would not let my college age kids go on spring break instead of 'working.'
* I hear racial slurs and prejudicial expressions stated by the same folks who cheer a black man on their favorite sports team...That angers me but then, you got it, I'm out of touch with the smarter set.
* Oh Buddy, I'm really out of touch when I hear people suggest that public school teachers should excel teaching subject matter, insure morality development in their students, be concerned for the students feelings and also carry a loaded weapon into their classrooms to protect their students.
I believe those who advance this notion have crap for brains but then they know that I'm out of touch.
* Finally, I've always thought that horses should come first in parades for greater entertainment possibilities. Wish parade organizers were as out of touch as I.
Well, that's just a few of Mel's 'out of touch' examples. As I reflect on my life's journey, I realize that I've never been intellectually sharp, socially cool or certainly 'in touch' with the masses. I suppose that's why I enjoy sitting on the back yard swing with Toy Poodle, Yodie. Why that little fella thinks I know everything. I prefer his company and opinion. But I do appreciate folks reading my blogs and taking time to point out my short-comings. And if you're 'in touch' you now know why.
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Out Of Touch
Friday, June 1, 2018
Things Change
I'm convinced when we were young and less encumbered with cares yet saturated in great energy, we gave little thought to a time when things would change. Soon we noticed that foods once enjoyed are no-no's as they negatively impact our health. If it ain't elevated blood sugar levels it's out of whack cholesterol numbers or gastrointestinal issues. I remember those gone-by-days when I felt so good after a hot shower following a three mile run in the glorious mid-day sun. This morning, my two-mile walk began at 5 AM before the heat and humidity would cause a stroke.
Food intake and exercise are not the only things that take a compromising hit. There is so much news information throughout the day on our hand-held devise and cable news networks, I seldom stay up to watch the ten o'clock local news. I've likely heard the news and gotten my sports' scores on the web before ten o'clock. The only thing of interest might be the weather forecast but that holds a fifty percent accuracy potential. I'm not staying up for a maybe prediction. Of course, I gave up on those 'late night' shows about the time Johnny Carson gave up.
I am saddened that time slowly but certainly changed the morning bedroom game with my wife. But it was something neither of us could control. Let me explain. For many years, I would fix coffee, cereal and juice then take it upstairs to our bedroom where we would have breakfast and read the morning paper. After the news reading the fun game started. Every other morning, my wife and I would trade off. One morning she would read the names of the celebrity birthdays and the next morning I would read the name. The one guessing the celebrity's age within two years scored a point. We kept score...we are competitive that way. We no longer play the game. We simply don't know 90% of today's celebs. Many notables and celebs from our generation ain't celebrating birthdays. Ain't that a shame?
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Change
Food intake and exercise are not the only things that take a compromising hit. There is so much news information throughout the day on our hand-held devise and cable news networks, I seldom stay up to watch the ten o'clock local news. I've likely heard the news and gotten my sports' scores on the web before ten o'clock. The only thing of interest might be the weather forecast but that holds a fifty percent accuracy potential. I'm not staying up for a maybe prediction. Of course, I gave up on those 'late night' shows about the time Johnny Carson gave up.
I am saddened that time slowly but certainly changed the morning bedroom game with my wife. But it was something neither of us could control. Let me explain. For many years, I would fix coffee, cereal and juice then take it upstairs to our bedroom where we would have breakfast and read the morning paper. After the news reading the fun game started. Every other morning, my wife and I would trade off. One morning she would read the names of the celebrity birthdays and the next morning I would read the name. The one guessing the celebrity's age within two years scored a point. We kept score...we are competitive that way. We no longer play the game. We simply don't know 90% of today's celebs. Many notables and celebs from our generation ain't celebrating birthdays. Ain't that a shame?
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