Forever My Boys

While attending last weekend's wedding reception of grandson, Caleb Howell and his bride, Morgan, I had the opportunity to visit with several of my former Jacksonville high school 'Crimsons' basketball players (Barry Werries, Tim Howell, Kevin Travis, Andy Ezard) and my former East St. Louis high school and American Legion baseball teammates, Tom McGraw and Dick Pawlow who later coached thirty years at WIU. Speaking of coaching, my longtime assistant from Edwardsville and Jacksonville, Ken Hickman was present as was Caleb's former EIU baseball coach Jim Schmitz.

It never gets old re-visiting Little League (East St. Louis Jaycee League) baseball days and American Legion/high school games. My brother, Tom (four and a half years my junior) and I agree that such stories with family and friends have a definite expiration date.

A conversation I had with Caleb's Eastern Illinois University's former baseball coach, Jim Schmitz perhaps lends insight into a coach's mindset. Coach Schmitz spent twenty some years as the EIU diamond mentor. He was relieved of his duties a few years ago. After a brief time away from the dugout, Coach Schmitz decided he 'wanted' a team again and to accommodate other family employment commitments, he stayed on the University's instructional staff while accepting the head baseball position at nearby Mattoon high school. Coach Schmitz and I talked for a good bit and agreed that it is a powerful two-pronged passion in a coach's heart and mind to teach the game he loves and always have a team of names in his head. I miss both these days but I told my former players in attendance that evening that I loved them and I'm grateful for the trust they gave me. They are forever my boys.

Ps. The 'baseruning-run-down play' should be executed the SAME at the Little League level, the high school level, the collegiate level and yes even the pro level. That said, THE PLAY'S PHILOSOPHY AND TECHNIQUE EXECUTION MUST BE TAUGHT...BY A Coach.

The Cheapening Of Our Character

Recently, I was watching one of those never difficult to find television debates between a President Trump supporter and an adversary of the President. At one point in this particular 'give and take / 'jab and counter jab,' the advocate for Trump defended the President's nasty attack rhetoric by stating, "Everybody in America attacks and demeans other people today. The President should do no different." The comment made me think of what mothers have said to their children over the decades when kids sought a below standard choice; "If your friends jumped off a bridge would you follow and jump also?"

In my short lifetime, I have distinctly observed the dumbing-down and cheapening of the human spirit, desires and morals of Americans. As a sport-playing kid there was always some who were not skilled enough to play and the contests always declared a winner and loser. Today's sports finds everybody getting equal playing time, no score kept and trophies for all. From age six till age 55, I was in school institutions of some sort seeking learning or teaching. I saw standards and expectations, lowered as was the grading scale...betcha!

I've seen peoples' personal physical appearance evolve from the stylish and tasteful to the rather flamboyant sensuous presentation displaying once covered body parts. In time many felt the flesh exposure did not draw enough attention thus art form markings were added.

We seem to be a people terribly lacking in self-worth. Therefore to puff up that worth we have, in many instances lowered the standards of expectation so we might 'feel' better about ME! Even our once beloved professional sports figures appear to gain more in their successes if they taunt, embarrass or humiliate their losing opponent.

Oh, once in awhile our rhetoric needs to degrade others...again that also elevates ME!

I Wish For You The Same

It was a wonderful weekend and welcomed diversion offering a hopeful future in the midst of unexplained and demoralizing current events. This past weekend, my wife and I returned to the Jacksonville community where we once lived for twenty-one years while I coached and served as an athletic administrator and teacher. The weekend's main event was the celebrated marriage of grandson, Caleb Howell and Morgan Fernandes. From the Friday evening wedding rehearsal and dinner to the Saturday mid-afternoon service and the last reception dance the warm 'love-in-the-air' extravaganza was spiritually nourishing, socially uplifting and family anchoring. I am blessed.

As I stood amongst 29-immediate family members for a post-wedding photo opportunity, I could not have felt a greater humbleness and gratefulness. The newly weds will return this day to St. Louis and continue personal career pursuits while building their dreams. Many other older grandchildren will do likewise. The remaining grandkids amongst the fifteen will start a fresh week of elementary, high school and collegiate demands. Three great grandchildren will remain under intense scrutiny while deepening life's longing for itself. Our adult children with spouses will continue to balance career-work demands, support children's needs while attempting to secure retirement years.

Every person will draw on personal hopes as we continue our respective journeys in the face of a nation in ugly turmoil. As we manage our lives, we will attempt to make sense of our elected officials' behaviors and our nation's moral claims.

As this old man tries to make sense of it all, I will pause frequently to recall the words of the late baseball broadcaster, Jack Buck who when facing his journey's end said, "Should I be fortunate enough to meet my 'Maker,' I will ask one question: WHY WERE YOU SO GOOD TO ME?"

Let There Be Light

Yesterday, I was finishing up with some winterizing yard work with the task of replacing porch light-bulbs,  security motion-light bulbs and adjusting timer-lights. I thought how interesting the various lighting options these days. Aside from the aforementioned lights, we also have many landscape solar lights.

I recall in the late 1940's, Grandpa E.V. Bennett took me to visit some kinfolks in Kentucky backwoods country. The house had no indoor plumbing or electricity. I was introduced to the outdoor water pump for drinking water and watched as some lady heated my bath water over a wood burning stove. I also established a record for holding my breath on my first trip to the outhouse.

The only lighting in the house was kerosene/oil lamps. I was about seven years old and accustom to hearing our kitchen radio deliver the afternoon programs featuring the voices of Kate Smith, Bing  Crosby and Vaughn Monroe. In the evening our family sat around a Philco console radio to listen to 'One Man's Family,' 'Gangbusters,' 'My Friend Irma,' 'The Fat Man' and 'Fibber McGee & Molly.'  In this small almost cabin-like Kentucky farm house the only noise I heard was living room chatter by adults, cicadas and occasionally some distant howling and barking. I recall going to bed early and everybody up before daylight.

 I'm glad that experienced touched my journey but I very happy it was a brief moment in time for me.
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The Old Lamplighter 

Undeniable

Back in the mid-1940's, I remember seeing the old-time crank-handle telephone hanging on the kitchen wall. I never did use one. By the time I had reason to telephone somebody the telephone we had was a rather bulky black heavy tabletop phone. It did not have a dial-number face. You simply lifted the receiver off the cradle and if you did not hear people talking (our telephone was part of a multiple household party-line), the live operator's voice would ask, "Number Please" and you told her the number you wished to call and she'd 'hook you up.'

I recall that my mother's family people truly enjoyed using the telephone. What was particularly interesting about that propensity was the reality that our house, my grandparents house and the houses of Aunt Libby, Aunt Irene and cousin Dorothy were literally a few blocks from one another and yet those gals telephoned each other at least once every day. Of course the telephone was quick communication without need to dress for public appearance. The telephone also allowed for meandering chit-chat, which oft times could be characterized as 'gossip.' Grandpa E. V. Bennett said to his wife Mammy Bennett many times, "Mary, that phone is the Devil's tool that just might keep you out of Heaven." His warning didn't seem to discourage the devout Christian woman from phone use.

Thinking back to those days and objectively examining today's Internet (Facebook) 'chit chat,' it would appear the Devil has a much bigger tool today. Not only does the Facebook hook-ups permit gossip lies, but we can argue, curse and disrespect total strangers as well as fracture relationships with family and friends...yep believe me, indeed the Devil has a bigger hammer these days.

Keepin'em Happy Ain't Easy

Back at the turn of the 19th Century, P. T. Barnum of circus fame was attributed with saying, "There's a sucker born every minute." It cannot be verified that P.T actually said that but it doesn't make it untrue. Looking at the plethora of gambling joints, casinos, lotteries and casting a vote for  any politician is proof enough there is indeed 'a sucker born very minute.'

I believe the only birth rate more prolific than that of 'the sucker' is the birth of a mommy hell-bent to make her kids happy. Now, I'm going to illustrate my premise using my older daughter, Dawn as an example in making my point. Warning: If you point a finger at her or laugh at her you are ignoring the 'plank in your own eye.'

Dawn and her husband, Shawn have seven children raging in ages 29-to-7. They are smart kids, good looking kids and respectful kids. My daughter is over-the-top doing for and pleasing the offsprings. My goodness, a combination of those kids have attended Disney World (Orlando, FL) 22 times.

Recently, Dawn and Shawn's oldest daughter, Lindsay gave birth to a son...first grandchild. At about the same time, brother Connor and sister Kaitlyn were leaving for college. Other siblings are busy         with their own lives, all of which makes a big house  feel exceptionally empty. Needless to point out that a family of that number did a great job placing the baby of the family on a pedalstel therefore it is understandable that little Ashlyn would be 'Blue' not having her accustomed attention. Mother Dawn   was quick to cheer up the little princess.  Dawn's responsibility is to alleviate Ashlyn's depression. Therefore, Dawn bought her a 'Gizmo pal.' This is a watch. Not any watch but a Pink watch that is programmed as a telephone. Ashlyn's Gizmo phone has the capability of programming five numbers. She could have gotten a Gizmo-phone with a nine number capacity but it WAS NOT AVAILABLE IN PINK. That WOULD be a Deal breaker!

This is the little girl who when placed in 'time out' as a two-year old said to her mommy,
"Can we talk about this?"

Oh, about the five telephone numbers Ashlyn elected to have programmed into her 'Get Smart' Gizmo-pal phone-watch?  (1) Lindsay>need to check on new baby, (2) Dawn>must know where mommy is every moment, (3) Kaitlyn>check on college life, (4) Alexa>when are you getting home from cheer practice and (5) Connor>just because. Perhaps, when a Gizmo-pal upgrade is offered with nine numbers-capacity, Dawn can talk Ashlyn  into putting her father on the call list...after all I'm sure it's Dad who gets the AT&T invoice.

I can imagine how horrified my daughter Dawn would be walking into the Disney World's Magic Kingdom Castle next spring for breakfast with Snow White, Ariel and Cinderella and little Ashlyn wearing a Pink dress and a GREEN GIZMO WATCH-PHONE!
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Daddy's Little Girl

A Sweet Flashback

My wife baked four coffee cakes yesterday, which caused me to reminisce about my late mother in-law, Vi Bischof. What's the coffee cake connection to my mother in-law? Simple fact that the recipes were Vi's. Viola Hopfinger was one year old when her hometown, St. Louis, Missouri hosted the 1904 World's Fair. She died 81-years later on October 27, which is this Saturday when grandson, Caleb Howell will marry Morgan Fernandes.

I don't believe I ever met a woman who sacrificed anymore for their family than did Vi. She raised six children and on her husband's modest income as a home-delivery milk truck driver. She took in washing and ironing, never new the luxury of an automobile or family vacation and made personal concessions to send all her children to private Catholic schools.

Vi could be gruff but as they say, her bark was far worse than her bite. I'm sure from day one (and I dated her daughter, Gerry for seven years) she look at me with skepticism, after all I was a foot taller than anybody in her family, I didn't drink beer as did her husband and older sons and perhaps the greatest suspicion came from not playing poker not to mention that I was Methodist.

The woman suffered un-imaginable heartache. Her husband died unexpectedly at age 54. Her second oldest son would died suddenly of a massive heart attack at age 41. Eight months later her oldest son age 42 died of septic shock after routine surgery. Pause for a moment and 'walk in those moccasins.'

After her husband's death, Vi lived for a time with her oldest daughter and son in-law and she also lived alone for a period. In the her later years, Vi began a monthly rotation living arrangement with three of her adult children and their respective spouses. Those were particularly good years for Vi, her adult kids and spouses and most certainly her grandchildren. A special bonding was evident.

One of VI's favorite expressions was, "I heyda-say but..." That line was forthcoming when Vi actually couldn't wait to say what was on her mind. I recall shortly after her daughter, Gerry and I married, we took Vi to the movies and Gerry broke the news to her mother that she was soon going to have breast surgery to remove a fibroid cyst. Upon hearing that news, Vi spoke, "Well, I heyda-say but she didn't have no whatchacalitt cyst before she married." I loved the woman's subltleness...and believe me both Vi's coffee cake recipes and her DNA subtleness are alive and well today.

I'll stop now...gunna have some coffee cake, it's great.

United We Flourish

I have been retired from basketball coaching for seventeen years. During those post retirement years, I have kept my hand 'in the game' by coordinating the Annual Decatur Team Soy Capital 8-Team Thanksgiving Basketball Tournament; a tournament that has produced well over 100-Division I players the likes of Shaun Livingston and Andre' Iguodala, both of the Golden State Warriors.

I have approached that tournament director's leadership role as I previously approached the 37-years of head coach leadership. I embrace the concept of 'ownership' and collectiveness . Let me explain. My assistant basketball coaches all held specific responsibilities but they each had welcomed input in all preparations and decision making. If those preparations and decisions worked toward success, those coaches will tell you that I gave credit. If those efforts fell short, I assumed any criticism, after all I was the one who elected to lead the charge. It was never important that  I be RIGHT but that WE GET  IT RIGHT. Our players understood that we never pointed fingers of blame towards teammates or officials. We embraced a simple motto: 'Respect All; Fear None.' ( I can think of some current leaders who would do well adopting this philosophy).

As I stated, I approach my leadership role with this Decatur Tournament in the same fashion. This past week I held a pre-tourney meeting for the 49th Annual Decatur Tourney. Twenty-one individuals representing various School District Departments were present including our District's Superintendent and Assistant Superintendent. This was not a mandatory meeting but those folks showed up because they 'feel' that ownership to our successes.

A wise man once told me, "When you take a leadership role find out what's expected, bring good people alongside who are committed and then deliver MORE. In the arena of education the students are the benefactors." Personally, I never lived on hoorahs except my father's "atta boys" when I was very young...those served as motivators. That said, let me leave you with his one comment from my father that still resonates with me today: "When you think you've accomplished a lot just look around...somebody accomplished more."

A Sick Nation Needs Your Vote

President Trump touts the 2018 mid-term elections as being about Kavanaugh, an immigrant caravan, law and order and common sense. I agree with ONE assessment; indeed this election cries out to an electorate for common sense.

Trump's policies gave massive tax cuts to the wealthiest Americans, which creating insurmountable national debt for future generations. Senate majority leader, Mitch McConnell has an idea how to reduce the debt...cut social security and Medicare benefits. These are not entitlements...social security and Medicare are earned benefits.

We have a President who verbally attacks the allied countries of Germany and Canada while embracing the known evil and inhumane dictators of Russia, North Korea and Saudi Arabia. We have a President who verbally attacks American journalist and desires to do business with a nation that just murdered an American journalist and dismembered his body.

I don't know about others but my common sense tells me there is something sick and wrong about an America that embraces a leader who calls American protesters "son-of-a-bitches" one day and another day he says he "loves" a murdering dictator like Kim Jung Un.

Surprise! Surprise! As the mid-term election approaches, President Trump once again plays the   'immgrant-race card' as he stirs underlying American prejudices pointing to that "caravan of immigrants" approaching the America border seeking asylum. This language is 'red meat' for his bigoted base. Trump is good at it...remember the White Supremacist in Charlottesville? "There were good people on both sides." Remember the Muslim ban and Trump's call for American mosques' surveillance by law enforcement?

Remember Trump degrading Ted Cruz's wife with a ugly inference about her lack of attractiveness? Trump also suggested Cruz's father had something to do with JFK's assassination. Ted Cruz is a wimp for not defending his family. On a Personal Note: I was eight years old when on one occasion a man insulted my grandmother, Mammy Bennett. With one lightning punch, my father dropped that man like a sack of rocks. Therefore, in honor of my father and hope for my country, I will cast a common sense vote this mid-term to punch out our nation's sickness under one sick leader.

Us and Them; No More WE

I would quickly acknowledge technology as a critical key in the advancement in medicines, health care and surgical improvements, which subsequently has increased the quality of life and longevity we Americans enjoy.  Praise God and hats off to the dedicated researchers and inventors.

That said, I doubt that these technological advancements have done anything to improve the social aspects of our nation. In fact, I believe that much of our technology has created a greater chasm amongst our people. Never in my lifetime have I seen a more profound difference between people's  viewpoints, feelings and persuasions. These differences have slowly manifested into mean spirited , ugly discourse and expressed hatreds.

Such dispositions can only develop when a society becomes less engaging on interpersonal communication levels. Our 'phone may be smart' but our insatiable appetite to use them has made us narrow-minded recluses.  We don't visit with neighbors or even family as we once did. We watch too much television seeking cable news which re-enforces the very differences and animosities, which we hold against one another. We have become self-absorbed in our own ethnocentric attitudes. Expressions of pleasantries have given way to a propensity for quick and obnoxious anger. Why would not our elected officials dismiss compromise...they are a reflection of their constituents.

Sadly, the only time we Americans have the inclination to come together is under tragic circumstances. We respond in unity when natural disasters strike or terrorists fly airplanes into our buildings.

We all need to watch television re-runs of 'Cheers' and 'Frasier.' At least we might come together
around the water-cooler the next morning after the night  before episode and share recall laughter as we did once upon a time.

One Must Be Stupid To Believe This Garbage

Pompeo 'The Puppet Boy' emerged from meetings with the Saudis regarding the Saudi Arabia investigation into the murder of Washington Post reporter, Khashoggi. Don't we all feel good about this development. The Saudis are going to investigate themselves for any potential involvement in murder and the dismemberment of an innocent man.

Sound familiar? This is America's new moral normality. Russia dictator, Vladimir Putin strongly denies American election meddling and Trump tells his followers they should believe Putin.
They support Donald and quickly remind others that it could be worse...Hillary could be President.

North Korean dictator plays Trump for a fool getting a highly publicized summit where this murderer promises denuclearizing. The North Korean killer has not denuclearized and is never going to denuclearize but Trump tells Americans that "I Love Kim Jung Un." To bad Un's brother didn't have Kim's love.

I believe this new approach of self-investigation into alleged criminal activities by the accused has great potential. A great reduction in American prison management costs. I'll just bet Charles Mason would have concluded after a self-investigation that he was innocent. And Al Capone, Jeffery Dahmer, Richard Nixon, dada, dada, dada....Let's buy a Fox to guard the Hen House!

Money Money Money!
(Trump's National Anthem)
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t's All About Money

Dubious Donald

Dadgumit it's become too easy to criticize President Trump on the obvious. I mean even his hardcore base supporters know the man is a habitual liar and they kinda accept it and move on. The world knows that he is a sexual predator because he proclaimed it from his own lips. And goodness it has become obvious that should a brutal dictator the likes of Putin, Kim Jung Un and the Prince fella from Saudi Arabia murder somebody but then cop a Hogan Heroes', Sargeant Schultz's line, "I know Nothing," Trump readily accepts the brutal dictators' denials as gospel while referring to our American media as fake news and also dismissing America's CIA and FBI intelligence. We've grown weary pointing out those weaknesses.

That said, I am truly puzzled trying to figure out this womanizing man's taste in women.
Follow along, please. Remember when candidate Trump was being accused by several woman alleging that Trump had sexual assaulted them? One particular woman, Natasha Stoynoff, a reporter for People's Magazine alleged that Trump "stuck his tongue down my throat." Trump strongly suggested that the woman was too unattractive saying, "Look at her. I don't think so. That would not be my first choice. I don't think so."

Later it was disclosed that Trump paid off porn star Stormy Daniels ($150.000.00) to keep her mouth shut about them having sex. Now, just yesterday, Trump called Stormy "horse face."

I don't know about others but if Trump will fornicate with something that he believes looks like a horse, I think he likely stuck his tongue down that reporter's throat.

One other thing that seems strange for our President to believe. This murdering of that Washington Post reporter by Saudi Arabia supposedly happened accidentally during interrogation. And then somebody accidentally used a bone-saw to cut the reporter's body into pieces.
 Don't you just hate it when accidents like those happen?

I wonder if another innocent person will be a sacrificial 'accident' offered as an atonement therefore allowing Saudi Arabia-America business dealings as usual? You know the new American motto: 'Money talks; Morals walk."

Gimme Gimme

I was chatting with my brother, Tom recently and he asked a question about our maternal grandfather, E.V. Bennett, which I couldn't answer. We both agreed that we missed opportunities to question our Grandparents when we had the chance. It is true and sad that death closes the book on stories untold. I suppose the conversation with my brother got me to thinking about our grandparents and parents. They were perhaps the most significant people in our lives and they are gone from our midst; most for many years.

I couldn't help but attempt to imagine what my folks and grandparents would think about today's culture.Talk about 'strangers in paradise.' And then again, perhaps 'strangers in hell.'

Here's a statistic that I believe would cause my grandparents pain: cohabiting has increased 900% over the past 50-years. Three out of four women have cohabited with a male partner by the age of 30.
Forty percent marry that partner. I suppose sixty percent 'change' partners.

I recall getting home from my high school prom around 1:00AM. Not today's high school prom goers. Several  years ago, I was a guest speaker at a Coaches' clinic at the Marriott by St. Louis' Lambert Airport. Mid afternoon I noticed many parents dropping off teenagers and assisting them  with registration. The parents then left. Later that evening I questioned one of the young men waiting for his date to return from the restroom. He told me that parents check their kids into the hotel on  prom night signing off on any room damages. He continued explaining that parents know their kids are going to drink alcohol on prom night and the parents would rather them not drive but stay over night at the hotel. (Note: I would loved to have see my father's expression had I said to him in 1957, "Hey dad would you sign a waiver for damages at a hotel where me and my date are going to drink and sleep together after prom?")

In the 1950's high school age kids took senior trips to Washington D. C. or New York City. Today, high school seniors go for week long senior trips to exotic places, i.e. Aruba.

The other evening I woke at 2:00AM hearing loud engines outside our home. Upon investigation, I saw two fire trucks at the neighbor's home two doors to the South. They've lived there two years. I'd tell you their names but I don't know their names. I've been busy watching television, checking email and Facebook. Mammy Bennett would scold me for that missed opportunity. Back in the day, my parents actually neighbored with everybody on our street. I knew most every neighbors and I also knew what kind of work they did. Not these days.

Once upon a time, some (not all) family's had a 'family car.' Rarely did a family have two cars. Most families today have an auto for everybody of driving age.

It would seem that Americans today embrace two philosophies: 'more and sooner' is better.
Self indulgence is our greatest objective.

We Are Disingenuous

President Donald Trump and his 'white' evangelical base project a bogus embrace of life's sanctity.  The evangelicals of which I speak are those who truly believed Trump would deliver, as he did a second conservative Supreme Court Justice that would finally overturn Roe v. Wade. Perhaps that will happen and perhaps not...time will disclose.

Two things for certain: Both Trump and that segment of evangelicals are disingenuous and disconnected from the larger picture of life. Out of one side of the mouth they cry sinfulness in abortion but once a child is born in poverty they fail to support those very programs that care for many of these children. Their anti-support position seems anchored in their belief that our 'giving' is toxic and folks need to stop expecting handouts. Tell that to a crying infant who is malnourished. Secondly, the same conservative crowd fails to speak out against Capital Punishment, which has been proven too often murder the innocent.

Trump acts in an excessively subservient manner to leaders of Russia, North Korea, China and Saudi Arabia. All of these nations have documented evidence demonstrating their horrific attacks on human rights. The leaders of these countries commonly have dissenters killed. The fact that we (America) know this but ignore it if there's a financial deal to be made for America or for Donald Trump is despicable. Our American philosophy seems to be if we have profitable business dealings with these evil empires then look the other way when those regimes commit murder or other atrocities against mankind.

Apparently, America's Christianity and moral values has a price tag on its moral values. This is usually the case in a nation of immoral leaders. Greed and power above decency and principles.

I Don't Understand

Some things remain beyond my ability to comprehend. I don't understand. It belies common sense.

My city wants to pass an ordinance prohibiting street panhandlers; those guys and gals standing at busy intersections holding signs, i.e., "Out of Work. Hungry." Those folks don't bother me one bit. Most of the time I just pass them by yet other times, I stop and give them a couple of bucks. My choice. Why doesn't someone pass an ordinance that stops people from telephoning my home six or seven times a day asking for money. Those are the people intruding! I Don't understand.

I suppose there is well over 500 names called 'friends' on my Facebook. I know some of these folks very well but some I don't know at all but simply accepted their friendship because they are friends with many people I do know. Regardless of how well I know these so-called friends, why in the world would I elect to debate and argue with them about political leaders and political philosophies held by leaders who don't give a 'rat's booty' about our plight in life.
If I'm not careful I'm libel to make enemies out of friends I don't even know. I don't  understand.

Speaking of politics, I read where over 70% of political ads are negative ads. That means 30% of the time the individual seeking office tells us 'why' they would be good in that position. Politicians 'use' negative ads because negative ads work. Most people are too damn lazy to research and they find it much easier to just 'dislike' or 'hate.' Therefore, toss the haters some 'red meat.' Kinda like prejudices and bigotry; it is so easy to embrace. This I understand and wish I didn't.

If we spend so much money on military strength and boast about being the most powerful nation in the world, why don't we win wars? We have not had a war victory since WWII and even then we left some unfinished business. I don't understand unless it's just good for the economy to have young men and women always playing war games and being in harms way. Never mind, I think I understand this one.

I notice frequently my Christian brothers and sisters get in a tizzy about God not being in our public schools as in daily prayer. I truly wonder how many American families 'pray together' in their homes?I know only about 14% of my Christian brothers and sisters are actually in a church weekly. It seems fair to conclude that God is NOT in American homes therefore what's the big deal if God is not in schools? Are people so ignorant not to understand that a nation cannot have true freedoms and then have God in the public schools or for that matter public anything. This is NOT a rejection of God but an acknowledgment that in a free society we simply cannot pick one citizen's God over another citizen's God. I understand but many don't understand that concept!

I'll stop here for I'm sure I've given you good reason to get out the 'slings and arrows.' Have At It!

Just (DON'T) Do It.

September 2, 2013, then President Obama put his feet on top of the Oval Office desk and when the photo hit the newspapers the Republican pundits had a 'hissy-fit.' Keep that thought in mind as you continue to read.

If this nation ever does have that 'elusive' conversation about race, please send me an invitation because I do have a couple of points I wish to throw against the wall.

Basically, I can sum it up with two concerns: (1) I tired of White people demeaning Blacks and (2) Equally weary of Black people demeaning Blacks. You read it correctly. Both Blacks and Whites are guilty of 'using' Blacks in negative, weakening and disgusting ways. They both need to stop crippling an entire race of people.

The President of the United States knows very well that a large segment of his base embraces bigotry. That is no secret. David Duke has said the same and white supremacist groups have visually played it out. Trump? He said he never heard of David Duke but then Trump is a bare-faced liar. Trump also said some of those white supremacist are "good people." To keep his base energized with their prejudicial bigotry,Trump attacks Black NFL players calling them "sons-a-bitches" for kneeling in protest during our National Anthem. He's full of if! Every American should strongly defend the First Amendment with the same fervor that gun lovers defend the Second Amendment.

A few days ago, Trump invited rap singer, Kanye West to the Oval office in an attempt to USE THE Black man as a prop to demonstrate the President's more inclusive side. It was inevitable that Kanye West's bizarre deranged behavior frequently shown was certain to be on display in this news-camera filled room...West was true to his bi-polar persona. His vulgar laced incoherent blabbering made  Trump look stupid and uncomfortable. In the future, Trump should question his son in-law's suggestions.

Afterward, we note political talk show pundits and guests attempting to analyze Kanye's Oval Office cursing tirade. Of course, the Republican mouthpieces would continue to defend Trump no matter what Kanye would have done. And then there are the Black political pundits who don't have the gumption or intestinal fortitude to take West to the woodshed just because he's a 'brother.' That's crap, too! Those folks need to suck it up.

Whether you're in the minority or majority group, you deserve respect and should be afforded dignity. Likewise, nobody should be given a 'pass' for obnoxious stupid, ignorant and bigoted behavior.

It is what it is and should be called out! Once EVERYBODY is held to the same expectations and standards regardless of skin pigmentation, religious persuasions or ethnicity, we will no longer need the conversation on Race.

Little Things Can Mean A Lot

My wife and I went out for dinner last evening and before we returned home we had spent nearly $500.00. Two dinners cost a bit over forty bucks while a automatic dishwasher accounted for the remainder and I don't even like automatic dishwashers. If I had my way, we would not have one of those things in our home. More on that later.

We were backed into a corner and felt we had to purchase a dishwasher for two reasons. First: One day, we two oldsters will come to our senses and realize that even though a two story home with four bedrooms and two flights of steps offers cardio exercise benefits, we will need to show new home buyers a dishwasher. Secondly: Our adult children and grandkids chipped in on my wife's birthday to give her money earmarked, 'dishwasher.' We appreciate their gift but make no mistake those children held self-interests in that gift. The last time they were all in our home the number counted 27-people and that generated many dishes, which were all hand washed and towel dried by people other than the old folks.

Now, let me make my case for a dishwasher-less house. I believe an automatic dishwasher 'diminishes' marital bliss. (No, I am not senile nor have I lost my mind). I observed marital bonding as a kid growing up as I watched my parents each night after supper share in the dish washing chores. Mother washed and dad dried and put away. Those many years my wife and I did not have a dishwasher, we did likewise. Even with a dishwasher, when it's just my wife and I we never use the  automatic dishwasher. Those moments sharing a joint chore near the end of the day provides a  married couple the opportunity to share their day, plan for a new day and simply chat without the distractions of others, television, gadgets or any outside interferences.

The Decatur Roustio's will use their new dishwasher Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter. The other 362-days a year, my wife and I will do dishes together...it's a special time. Come to think of it, perhaps I am a little crazy.
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Little Things

A Sweet Flashback

The weather turned fall like cool yesterday. Last night as I walked with Toy Poodle, Yodie to the backyard, I felt a nip in the air. In the near distance I could hear the sound of a basketball bouncing on the Our Lady of Lourdes elementary school court, which is adjacent to our home. I saw a neighborhood boy shooting baskets. The scene reminded me of a time in my own teenage journey when after supper, I'd head to our lighted backyard basketball court wearing a light sweatshirt, Levi's,  Chuck Taylor converse tennis shoes and cotton work gloves with the fingers cut off. I'd put up hundreds of jump shots all by myself until the Washington Park, East St. Louis 9 o'clock whistle blew or the local police stopped to tell me it was time to give the neighbors a break. Night after night I'd repeat that routine from 1953 until the fall of 1957, when I left home for Illinois State.

This 2018, Decatur evening! I walked down the pathway to the court and began rebounding shots for the lad. A few times I put up a couple of my own very stationary shots. My thought process kicked in and I could automatically recall the jump shot mechanics. Catching a pass and quickly gathering the basketball into both hands, instantly arranging a carriage hand placement alongside the leather sphere with the shooting hand directly behind the ball. The slight bend of the knees and quick elevation from the floor and just before the peak of that vertical the smooth stroke-release from the forearm and the snap of the wrist and the feel of the ball rolling off the finger-tips. Oh, yes indeed the mental recall is as fresh as if it had been called upon everyday these past 65-years. Ah, but the body's components racked with back surgeries and aging atrophy no longer relate to the mind's recall. But the mind does allow sweet memories.

 Oh My! God only knows how lucky I've been.

Social Wife & 3-Year Old Son=High Risk

My 39-year coaching career took my wife and I into six different communities. It has been a wonderful experience and journey. We have dear friends in each of  those communities and I must give my wife, Gerry credit for making such terrific friends. She is absolutely a peoples' person...she loves folks...me?...I'm a tad more guarded but that's a story for another day.

On more than a few occasions, my wife's love for friendship gatherings has created lasting memories. I share this: The year was 1965. We had moved to Mason City, Illinois the summer of 1964 in preparation for my first varsity basketball coaching job. Our son, Steve was three years old. After we moved to the home on Tonica Street, Steve made good friends with a kid named Bruce. Steve had pee peed on Bruce's head while playing and suddenly their blood-brothers or something. Bruce and Steve were worthy of watching. One afternoon, they teamed and collected neighborhood mail and brought it to our house. Needless to say that was a rather unpleasant way to make new-neighbor introductions. A few weeks later Bruce and Steve put a wet kitten in our clothes dryer to 'fluff him up." Thank goodness Gerry quickly rescued the feline.

Our next door neighbors were Charles and Ethel. They were late-seventies and Charles never knew Gerry's real name. He insisted on calling her "Gertie." Ethel had advanced dementia if not Alzheimer's. Wearing two dresses at once and sporting hats, Ethel often took off walking to some imaginary meeting. Everybody took turns gathering her back home. She and 3-year old Stevie sat   together frequently on Ethel's backyard swing. I wish I had a recording of those chats.

One Sunday after church, Gerry insisted we visit a 60th Wedding Anniversary Party next door in honor of Charles and Ethel. Against my better judgment , I reluctantly agreed. While sitting on a sun room chair with a group of seniors, I noticed Stevie moving towards a dinning room table sporting a large array of Anniversary gifts. Gerry was preoccupied with gibberish-jabber. Suddenly, Stevie grabbed the table cloth and began pulling it. I yelled, "Gertie!" (Hey that was her name in that house!) I then saw my wife sprinting across hardwood floors in her high-heel shoes. As she attempted to stop, she slid and fell to the floor catching a crystal punch Bowl. Spinning around on her butt with her legs spread gave an interesting underpants view to the 'sunroom boys.'

Over the next three years, Gertie was popular with Charles' buddies.

I Heard The Voice.

I suspect most people nearing life's end listens and hopes to hear some inner-voice, which might whisper, "Well done, you did good." One thing certain, we all seem to have an easier time evaluating others and how they lived as opposed to self-scrutiny. I believe our Lord saw this as a human weakness and therefore gave us that warning: "Why do you look at the sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?"

I was a product of good God fearing people. Hard working blue-collar folks. They were loving and supportive but stopped short of worshiping their children. My entire youth was devoted to pleasing my parents. I never sensed my parents were trying to 'please me.' My mother preached respect of others and my father was big on doing it right, don't goldbrick and if you don't like the way things are do something to change things...don't complain. (Please note: Many of today's parents reading this paragraph are clueless to its comprehension).

I would not be so foolish as to disavow genetic factors and a learning environment that did much to impact my behavior and idiosyncrasy 'ways.' That agreed, I likewise must note the exposure to higher education that would cause me to reject some of which I was exposed to in youth and for that I am most thankful.

My youth and adult participation in baseball and basketball was a huge element in my growth as an individual. I cannot state strongly enough my appreciation for the many mentors who insisted on me embracing commitment, dedication and cooperation. Suffice to say, my story was a blessed story and I've heard that inner voice, which said, "Your life experiences were greater than all the world's gold."

Post Script to 10-8-18 Blog

A direct quote from Senator Lindsey Graham (R) South Carolina referencing the recent Senate confirmation hearings for Judge Brett Kavanaugh>

"The roles were reversed: Kavanaugh was the slut whore drunk."

If the roles were indeed reversed, in the opinion of Graham, then Graham tags Christine Blasey Ford as "a slutty drunken whore."

Once again, being victorious (confirming Kavanaugh) was not enough for this Senator but he felt a personal need to characterize a woman with a vulgar description.

Evangelicals will speak out about abortion and gays but will remain silent once again when a man demeans a woman, i.e. Trump and now Graham.

Fail to Own It; Fail to Change It

I was recently pondering the obnoxious behavior that has become commonplace in our society. From the subtleties to the vulgarities we've become a rather crude society embracing tastelessness.

Through the years, we laughed at the comedic shticks but my, my how those laugh-triggers changed. Once upon a time the twisting play on language between Abbott & Costello and the zany antics of Martin & Lewis caused us belly-busting laughter. Along came 'Animal House' with rough language, disrespectful and abusive behavior and that was our new comedy-humor standard, which would later cause us to really believe a woman taking a douche in a sink and a man placing testicles on drums was hilarious! We had to watch 'Step Brothers' again and again.

If we think for a moment that society can departmentalized this kind of humor and the gory violent murders and sexual encounters depicted on the big screen from our pretend puritanical Christian boasts, then we are either stupid or bullheaded. A society slowly but surely becomes that which they embrace!

Today, I hear the 'F' word in public frequently. I notice more body-flesh displayed than ever before. The vulgar slang expression of a woman's vagina became a big topic in our national political conversation because it was used by a political candidate and it's okay! Young women disappear from college campuses victimized by sexual perverts while the lack of respect for authority and life is played out in real time before our eyes as we watch our law enforcement ambushed and many trigger happy officers killing minorities. Sitting at school desks, in a theater or at a concert is no longer safety-given. In a moment's notice, young and old are slaughtered by fellow crazy citizens who can order a gun like we once ordered Sears & Rebuck overalls.

Today, even our sports' heroes must taunt their opponent after defeating that rival. Seemingly it's not enough to enjoy success with humbleness but in this new norm of obnoxiousness we must humiliate others to be gratified.

We have become the new 'Vikings.'

Think Before Answering

It was obvious that Supreme Court Justice nominee, Brett Kavanaugh was beside himself with tearful outrage and anger at the Senate hearing where alleged sexual assault victim, Dr. Ford and alleged attacker, Kavanaugh testified. The Democrats are claiming Kavanaugh's temperament is unfit for a Supreme Court Justice...what else would you expect from the Dems? The Republicans are claiming that nobody in the history of Supreme Court confirmation process has there been a nominee treated so poorly and thus Kavanaugh was justified yelling, crying and claiming liberal revenge on behalf of the Clinton's.

Kavanaugh wrote an oped in the Washington Post yesterday suggesting that in the moment he was NOT a candidate for the  Supreme Court but instead "a son, husband and father."

Let me ask you readers a simple question: Had Kavanaugh's angry, tearful and shouting conspiracy claims been DELIVERED  by a WOMAN SUPREME COURT NOMINEE would the debate be different today? Would the woman be confirmed for the Supreme Court Justice position? You tell me.

 In our American culture can a woman be pissed off like Kavanaugh was and express herself in the exact same manner and expect the same society reaction?

Process As You Will

A few days ago, I spent the morning removing 'exhausted' tomato and pepper plants from our garden; they yielded the best ever. Hope I can remember next spring what I did right this past planting spring.

After a bit, I sat a spell on a backyard bench with a Toy Poodle, Yodie. Those moments usually have me pondering the ways of others. It was different this day as I found myself pondering 'my own ways.' That exercise can be rather depressing if you're truly objective in your pondering-evaluation of 'self.' I gradually realized how others could be weary of me if not downright disgusted with me.

Why the audacity of me to write a daily blog giving opinions and/or advice! I thought about how my three children and their spouses have been so respectful and tolerant of my oft times know-it-all comments. I should acknowledge that to them sometime. Then there are those folks who spar and banter with me regarding my blogs and Facebook responses. I'm convinced many of them have had their fill of 'Roustio Rants.' Of course, I am aware that some folks agree with my expressions and prop me up with 'Go get'm Mel' responses.

As I tried to analyze my own behavior, I did come to one conclusion:  It's a challenge to step back from giving advice to your adult children. I believe of my desire to give advice is  prompted by worry. How in tarnation does one suppress worry. Sometimes your adult children want your advice and sometimes they don't. You gotta figure out when to speak and when to stifle.  Even when you think the advice-light is 'green' it's best to proceed with subtle caution. I'll keep trying to hone those advice-giving skills. I might get it right before the train pulls into the station.

Regarding my offering advice or opinions as I write and post my blog? I've decided I'm not going to stop. Why? In honor of my late dear friend, Jon Luckett who once gave me a friendship card, which read, "Those of you who think you know it all... aggravate the hell out of those who do."

Now don't get in a dither over that last sentence. Lighten up! That comment might be a joke and then again...you may need to hone your deciphering abilities. Ponder it!

PS. 'Tarnation' is a good word. My grandpa, E.V. Bennett used it often...it's a euphemism for the word
'Damnation.'

In Front of Our Eyes

We should not be so narrow-minded or blinded by our own self-perception that we cannot admit that our American history has not always been a journey of formal politeness and courtesy in behavior and speech. We do have a documented past of rudeness and bad manners. Over time, we developed as a nation of people who became more mindful of gallantry, considerations and regard. Our rough frontier adventurousness served us well in the Westward movement but we slowly became a bit more sophisticated in our social settings as we embraced respect, politeness and affability.

Whatever our past and whatever our future, I believe it's fair to state that our 'present' is nothing short of regrettable. Our lives are filled with hateful, finger-pointing ugliness. We are bitterly split between political philosophies and we see a renewal of racial hatred and division. Greater suspicion towards people who look and worship differently is common among us. Recently, we have even witnessed an escalation of anger and mistrust between men and women. We Americans are living in a fractured society and our civility is in disrepair.

Few are happy; most are frustrated if not downright angry. What a way to live!

Do We Want Truth?

I couldn't help but chuckle when I first heard the idea to delay the nomination process for Supreme Court nominee, Brett Kavanaugh for 'one week' for an FBI investigation into alleged sexual assault and out-of-control drinking by Kavanaugh during his high school and college years.  I would think that if seeking the truth has great value, why limit that investigation to seven days? Then as the investigation began to unfold, we learn that the not only is there a time limit to this 'truth' seeking exercise but it is also constrained in its scope and under the oversight of the President. Umm, Don nominates Brett and the FBI is told to investigate Don's 'boy's' possible bad behavior but The investigators are 'puppets' controlled by Don. So much for process integrity and wanting the truth.

It becomes confusing. Our leader 'speaks with a forked-tongue.' When he talks to reporters he says all the right things about a transparent investigation and then shares a different tone later the same day at one of his 'all white pep rallies.'

Whatever happened to the great American modus operandi calling for 'all hands on deck?' How about 'leaving no stone unturned.' For the sake of fairness and the good of the order, do we not subscribe to finding truth, finishing the job and going the distance in our quests to excel? Sure we do. We are a flag waving nation of self-proclaimed people of God embracing all those wonderful American characteristics. If that's really who we are then shall we not 'hog-tie' truth seekers? What do we fear?
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Truth

Your Thoughts This Morning?

The 2018 Major League Baseball regular season ended yesterday not withstanding a needed playoff game due to  a season ending tie  requiring such a game to determine post season playoff berths.  As a St. Louis Cardiamals' fan it has been yet another frustrating year characterized by great offensive inconsistency, major league leading errors and far too many strike outs (8 per game).

Those reading today's blog who may be fans of the Cardinals, Cubs or Brewers might wish to 'play along.' Those years I coached basketball, I was faced with a task of picking all-conference teams and my own teams' most valuable player. I never found that to be difficult. Stop and think of the process this way: You are back in elementary school and you are one of two kids asked to pick players for a recess softball game. If you have first pick then whomever you choose first is your 'most valuable player.' Just for the fun of it, let's suppose you get to pick all eight position players first. Ready? PICK!

Cardinals.                                                 Cubs.                                              Brewers.
1b. Carpenter.                                      1b. Rizzo.                                           1b. Aguilar
2b. Wong.                                            2b. Murphy.                                       2b. School
3b. Gyroko.                                         3b. Bryant.                                         3b. Moustakas.
SS. DeJong.                                         SS. Baez.                                           SS. Perez
LF. Ozuna.                                           LF. Schwarber.                                  LF. Braun
CF. Bader.                                            CF. Heyward.                                    LF. Cain
RF. Martinez.                                      RF. Zobrist.                                       RF. Yelich
C.   Molina.                                          C.  Contrares.                                    C.  Kratz

You may wish to list different picked teams: One team compared against the field of all three teams and then one team each against each of the other teams.....a total of three teams. After the picks you might offer opinions.

For those of you who are NOT baseball fans you can tell me what you believe will be the outcome of the Supreme Court Nominee 'Dog & Pony Show,' which is delayed while the FBI investigates Judge Brett Kavanaugh's alcohol consumption and sexual aggression behavior in his past.