Monday, April 29, 2019

School Days, School Days...

There appears to be no difference between 'grade' school and 'elementary ' school except that both can offer 1-through-6 grade levels or 1-through-8 grade levels. My public schooling years in East St. Louis, Illinois was structured as thus: 1-through-6 was 'Grade' school, 7-through-9 was 'Junior' high school and 10-through-12 was 'High' school.

I do believe those various schools look much differently today versus 'back-in-the-day.' In general  today's schools are producing smarter students from a more undisciplined environment. That said, I'm not going down that road this day. Nope, instead, I wish to point out how elementary schools today look nothing like my grade schools of yesterday. That's right, I live near two elementary schools and they look unfamiliar to me.

I recall sitting at straight-back wooden desks where the seat and desk were one unit. Those desks were in lines. Today grade schoolers sit at tables or in independent chairs arraneged in a circle. I don't see any 'patrol boys.' How do these kids know who's the coolest guys? I never see boys playing mumblety-peg or marbles. Never see girls playing hop-scotch. Never notice any students cleaning erasers against trees. I suppose all those classrooms have those 'dry erase' boards.

Several years ago, I asked a neighborhood girl who taught 'Palmer Method?' She said, 'I don't know him, he's not in my class." She also told me she did not know what a 'cloak room' was but she was sure her school had one somewhere.

I never seen kids walking to school carrying lunch boxes or brown bags but then or wearing those highway yellow rain coats with the hood. Come to think, I seldom see kids  'walking' to school. Mom or Dad drops them off or a school bus delivers them. The only time my classmates EVER boarded a school bus during my 12-years of public schooling was for field trips or athletic events. And where is 'Yo Yo Sam?' He taught me how to 'walk-the-dog.'

Finally, I no longer see those grade school year-end picnics with the Ferris Wheel and Flying Swings. I suppose once a kid has been on the Six Flags 'Screaming Eagle' the Ferris Wheel 'sucks.' And one more thing. The Catholic Grade School directly behind our Decatur home has not had Nuns teaching there in over 25-years. This means today's grade school Catholic boy does not know the punishment feeling when kneeling on one of those triangular rulers.
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Ring Ring Goes The Bell

It's The Little Things That Annoy

Every morning, I watch the various TV news pundits that tell me 'How to Think.' MSNBC and CNN have the latest negative scoop on President Trump's tweets and boasts. Fox News wishes me to believe that liberals don't want me to pray or say Merry Christmas. Those agendas are NOT what's wrong with the world!  It's the little pain-in-butt things in daily life that drives one crazy.

 I'm told I should buy American and I try to do just that if price is reasonable. I'm irritated to pay top dollar and as I checkout, I'm asked if I'd like to purchase a 'warranty.' Really?

Speaking of checkout, I thought I chose a short-wait Lane the other day at the grocery store. Only one guy ahead of me and he had 24-one gallon jugs of milk, 7-one gallon jugs of orange juice and a huge bag of cane sugar. Perhaps a business purchase. I just knew the cashier would ring up one of the items and multiple it by the total buy. She did! I'm now up. My purchase was just a few items but to my surprise the purchase came to $151.24. I said, "No, that's not right." Sure enough, the fella ahead of me had a bad bank card that was denied and the cashier forgot to erase his purchase from the register. Ten minutes later, I got cash back for  $72.45, which meant my total purchase was $78.79. Seems people want a paycheck but are not reliable Workers.s

I find it frustrating to leave your tollway drive at an off ramp and see a sign that says, "$.90,
NO ATTENDANT." And don't you nearly lose your religion if not your mind when your traveling a busy highway and come to a sign stating 'Work Zone 2-miles merge right into one lane.' For the next two-miles the most important people on God's earth pass you on the left, which causes everybody obeying the merge sign to drop farther back...then at some point you meet one of those narcissists at that merge juncture. Do I or Don't I, THAT is the question?...likely, I DON'T.

Just wonderful that Medical Health Insurance companies decide which diseases, I should get should I wish coverage. How frustrating is the new television set up? It requires an advanced electronics degree, an additional box and two remote controls. The latter doubles the odds of family shared  togetherness...'looking for a remote control.'
 
The number of food Jars with lids impossible to remove increases with aging arthritis and I've yet to discover a ketchup company that has invented a bottle that DOES NOT have to be beaten on the  bottom to enjoy the product. Speaking of opening bottles, I'm tired of these laws requiring 'safety' lids on prescription drug bottles.  And I can guarantee that should I walk up to place my order at a fast food restaurant counter and say, "This order is TO GO," then I place my order and the counter attendant will read my order back to me and ask, "Is this for HERE?"

Thursday, April 25, 2019

Gospel Granny Takes Franklin to the Woodshed

Many years ago, I attended one of Billy Graham's (revival) Crusades, it was spiritually nourishing. I am still alert to television re-runs of those Crusades and make a point to watch. Billy Graham was an ordained Southern Baptist minister who did not preach 'a' religion but instead, The Gospel of Jesus Christ. His message resonated internationally because it was a message of love for others and for your own salvation. It does not get any more direct than that. Billy Graham rejected the ethnocentric notion that one group is superior over other groups...we are all God's people.

Ethnocentrism means: My group, race, ethnicity, religion, customs and traditions are the BEST. Therefore, if mine is the best your identify is inferior. Keeping you and your group inferior guarantees my higher status and consequently entitles me to point out your lesser traits and questionable customs, beliefs and behaviors. Therein lies the foundation of America's culture of developing a condescending attitude towards those 'outside' my group. Unfortunately, my fellow Christians have allowed themselves to become a pawn in this game as it plays out in our political debates. We Christians no longer embrace with the love of Christ as our message centerpiece but we now harshly and publicly judge and condemn those 'sinful' people we perceive 'outside' our group. This has become our societal conundrum. Thus, I am 'right' you are 'wrong.'

Just recently, the Rev. Franklin Graham, son of Billy chastised 2020 Democratic Presidential candidate, Pete Buttigieg saying, "He needs to repent for his gay life-style." Here we have a Christian voice that seemingly has the mystical and spiritual gift if not God's permission to judge some life-styles but not others. Obviously, Franklin rejects his father's warning, "The hard right has no interest in religion except to manipulate it." And as the young Graham continues on his condemnation and judgmental message towards gays instead of his father's message of love, then it is that kind of pride that will cause many to "stumble into hell," said Billy Graham.

It would appear that Franklin didn't learn much from his Daddy maybe Gospel Granny can help the boy.
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Gospel Granny

It's Not The Dock of the Bay...It's Von Maur

The Decatur/Forsyth Von Maur Department Store at Hickory apoint Mall offers quality clothing at 'quality' prices. However, stylish ladies apparel is frequently 'on sale.' Unfortunately, seldom will male shoppers find similar bargain prices. I don't know why that is but I'm sure their is a marketing explanation. Anyway, I find myself often sitting in Von Maur's comfortable center court listening to the pianist and engaging in 'people watching' while my wife explores.

Here is an Old Man's People Observations while sitting in Von Maur:

 1. The mini skirt has lost great appeal as Pilates Pants enter the ladies' fashion world. Still some gals
     need a friend to deliver a message. Just as some legs (especially knees) should be mini skirt deal-
     breakers, some 'booties' are Pilates Pants deal breakers!

 2. If young girls are not wearing Pilates they are wearing 'new' jeans that have strategically
     placed holes to show bare leg parts. I don't understand that because I remember my mother
     was insistent that I not wear 'jeans with holes' for fear our neighbors would think of us as poor.

 3. No matter what fashion choice, I often times find myself looking at the plethora of body tattoos
     rather than clothing. And this causes me to wonder if I am to stare at people's tattoos and really 'read' the message or does that risk some type of activity that's reported to mall security.

 4. Old farts, i.e. Me believe that 'white' socks go with any apparel.

 5. Boys under age 25, still wear baseball caps backwards.

 6. America has an obesity problem.

 7. I understand how malls are so vulnerable to 'crackpots' doing harm...after all the security guys
     don't carry firearms and yet we have some nuts wishing to arm teachers.

 8. Some mall piano players are terrible.

 9. I cannot wrap my head around the fact that a Von Maur T-shirt, sporting a clothing company's
     logo cost $49.00.

10. Sitting in Von Maur while my wife shops, I'm reminded of Satchel Paige's comment,
       "Sometimes I sits and thinks and  sometimes, I just sits.
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"Observing

Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Pew...WEEEE!

The University of Exeter was established in 1955. It is a public research university located in Douth West, England, United Kingdom. Recently, Exeter research produced some rather interesting or certainly unique findings. It seems that the scent hydrogen sulfide has potential health benefits for people.

Let me help you recall and identify what hydrogen sulfide 'smells' like. Recall the odor of rotten eggs? Okay, how about that smell emitting from the backside of that large man in front of you in the Walmart checkout lane? You got it! Rotten eggs and farts do contain the hydrogen sulfide odor. Now, here's what the University of Exeter researchers discovered: The hydrogen sulfide odor has potential health benefits. This discovery is a game changer:

1) If you are in a confined area with several people and you are fighting back that fart, stop it. Let her rip; you are potentially improving the quality of health of folks nearby.
2) Young boys forced to share a bed with a younger brother...don't feel guilty cutting a fart and  shoving junior's head under the covers. Actually, it could be considered an act of love.
3) Grandkids should no longer giggle and make light of their aging grandparents who 'cut the cheese' in public. In fact, when Granny cuts-loose at the Thanksgiving table or the movie theater give her a round of applause.
4) Finally, gals, if your spouse is filling the bedroom with an abundance of hydrogen sulfide scent, you should hold your nose, move closer to him and give him a big hug and kiss of gratitude for improving the quality of life's journey.
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Let It Rip

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

Great Pretenders

I don't know about others but I confess I am guilty of stereotyping how individuals should 'look' if they hold certain positions or jobs.  I often times believe some folks should hold other positions based on looks, voice or behavior.

Let me offer some examples: When I first heard St. Louis Baseball broadcaster, Harry Caray's voice, I pictured him to 'look' much differently than he did. Had I seen him on the street not knowing who he was, I would guess him to be a bookkeeper. Another is Babe Ruth. If I had not known in advance about Ruth's prolific baseball abilities but just saw him on a Florida beach, I'd guess he was a bar tender back in Brooklyn. Okay, you get my drift, eh?

Here's others...

Lindsey Graham (politician)...Macy's shoe department sales clerk.
J. B. Pritzker (Governor)...Chicago Mass Transit bus driver.
Pat Sajak (T.V. Game Host)...singer with The Beach Boys.
Jim Bakker (religious poser)...towel boy at Trump's Mar-a-Lago Club
Oprah (Entertainer/ Entrepreneur)...Waffle House waitress.
Donald J. Trump (Self-promoting Blowhard)...Not a War Hero nor Genius but a 'Cowardly Wimp.'
Jimmy Swaggart (T. V. Preacher Hawkster)...television pitch-man for Cialis.
Mike Pence (politician)...poster boy for Paul Mitchell Men's hair gel products.
William Barr (U.S. Attorney General/Stooge)...Meat Butcher @ Kingshighway Grocery Store.
Rachel Maddow (Television news Pundit)...Physical Education Teacher St. Charles West High School
Wolf Blitzer (Television News Anchor)...movie double for Lon Chaney in the flick, 'Wolfman.'
Harry S. Truman (3rd Best President in U. S. A. History)...a 1953 Pharmacist.
Rudy Giuliani (attorney for Donald Trump)...psychopathic stalker.
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Pretenders

Monday, April 22, 2019

Careful, You Don't Know My Mind

I often hear my wife or my daughter's say to grandchildren of mine, "You're 'anal' just like your Boompa." The tone in their expression sounds more like criticism than praise. I never have understood the 'why.'

A anal retentive personality is a label given to one who is over-the-top with orderliness, perfection, meticulousness, neatness, reserve and suspicion. I don't think I'm all those things but that said, I really don't understand, which of the aforementioned traits suggests negativity. For the record, I refute the following anal retentive personality traits: Umm,........well, let me get back to you on that.

Okay, here's my deal. I am big on telling others that one of the secrets to living a good life is to 'Know Thy Self.' I know who I am, what I'm about and I make no apologies. I do my best to always prepare and not worry. I am very good at the former but struggle with the latter. This explains why, I anticipate beyond reason. If I have a speaking engagement in Braintree, Massachusetts on Wednesday at 1:00PM, I'll be in Braintree on Tuesday and make a dry run to the venue where I'm to speak. Never know when road construction is an issue. I coached nearly 1,000 varsity basketball games; I was surprised (caught off guard with the opponent's approach) 3-times.

I'm a stickler for promptness. If I tell you I'll 'be there' at a specific time, you can bet I'll be there, most likely a bit early. My basketball game days as a player and a coach found me on the toilet more times than I cared to count. Yes, I was anxious. The days I was scheduled to take the pitcher's mound in high school and college baseball, I had absolutely no restroom issues...that mannerism long ago told me all I needed to know about 'self.' I am a 'control freak.' When I took the baseball and pitchers' mound, I knew that nothing happens until I said it would happen and I felt I could CONTROL the    happening.


Oh, by the way, those who purport that I am such and such...don't buy it!

I am not aloof or stuck-up...what you are likely seeing is a very guarded person who was conditioned.
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You Don't Know My Mind

Sunday, April 21, 2019

He Does, Indeed~Live

In 1953, a group of teenage age boys sat in the back of Grace Methodist Church at a Sunday morning service. Those worship services were held in a basement church while the main sanctuary was under construction next door. One or two of the boys would call out often requesting the Hymn on p. #152.
 We needed no need special occasion, we just loved the Hymn and not one of the lads needed the song book...all knew the words by heart.

Remember, Christ took the Cross so His Father could give us the Crown.

'Christ has died, Christ is Risen; Christ WILL come again.' HAPPY EASTER!
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He Lives

Saturday, April 20, 2019

Courtship, Love & Marriage

The late great singer, Ray Charles said in song, "Somebody Ought to Write a Book About It." The 'it' in Ray's reference was 'love and relationships.' Well, a lot of somebodies have written books about love, courtship and marriage. Just check out the subject matter at your local library or google the subjects.

During my Illinois State University undergraduate years, I did much reading about the subjects of love and marriage as I pursued a sociology degree. I especially found intriguing the investigation of courtship and the family. The courtship behavior certainly has evolved over time but most often the objective within the dynamic still seems to be persuading another to make a lifetime romantic commitment usually culminating in marriage. The Family dynamic examines the behavior patterns of parents and off springs living together but also includes extended family members' impact.

Consider the following random musings:

  1. Historically, males were perceived as the relationship pursuant. Not necessarily so in 2019.
  2. Premarital cohabitation once a taboo, now a prevalent courtship arrangement.
  3. A young unwed pregnant girl once rarely seen in public is no longer the social norm.
  4. Median age to marry in 2018: Men-29 & Women-27. This writer married in 1960: the median
      age for men-22.8 & women-20.3.
  5. Women in the work place has changed drastically over the decades: 30% in 1950-to-47% in 2000.
  6.  Whether driven by need or career goals, both parents are often working and this changes the
        parenting dynamics greatly. Children in this 21st century are slotted into educational institutions
        at a much earlier age than ever in America's history. Womb-to-Room is the new normal.

Consider this writer's beliefs for a successful marriage:

  1. Be careful marrying the 'only' child in a family.
  2. Likewise be wary of marry anybody who is at war with their own family.
  3. Before marrying resolve the following, which WILL BECOME issues: how shall we handle
      monies? Baking accounts, paying bills; family religious matters & in-law engagements, holidays,
      etc. Note: a mortgage payment should not exceed one week's income.
  4. A young man who holds a steady job, has $10,000.00 in savings and knows 10-nursery rhymes
      is ready to marry.
  5. Before marrying decide parenting discipline approach. Commit to being a blueprint for children
      not their friend. Prepare to be a parent caretaker NOT a crutch provider!
  6. Young married couples should not handicap their relationship by expecting to have the same
       material 'things as do their parents. Remember that your joy will be in the journey not a finish.
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Love & Marriage

Friday, April 19, 2019

A Gift Beyond This Life

On this day, and this weekend, I offer Happy Passover to my Jewish friends and embrace my personal
Faith...Never forget, dear friends, SALVATION IS FREE.
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Old Rugged Cross

Thursday, April 18, 2019

That's a Good Thing from a Bad Thing

A few days ago, the historic Notre Dame Cathedral of Paris sustained massive destruction from a fire of uncertain origin. The iconic 700+ years old Catholic Church has more annual visitors than he famed Eiffel Tower and is cherished by thousands of worshippers.

The devastating fire was covered 'live' by American television networks and extensive follow up T.V. Programming consumed news airways  after wards. It is reported that donations for the refurbishment of the Cathedral has topped one billion dollars. Interesting to note that many European countries covet their historic landmarks contrasted to America where we will raze historic landmarks in a heartbeat to build a Casino or high-rise parking facility. But remember, were 'bottomline' capitalist.

For well over one hundred years domestic terrorists have been burning churches right here in the good old U.S. of A. Just recently, seven Louisiana 'Black' Churches have been torched by obvious racist hate folks. Throughout the decades of Black church burning, I have never noticed great national media attention likened to the coverage given The Notre Dame Cathedral fire. At best a moderate church structure attended by people of color hardly turns heads.

There is 'Good News' to report. On the heels of The Cathedral fire and subsequent one billion in re-construction donations, interest to donate to refurbishing three historic Black Churches torched by  fires has reached one million dollars.

We understand that church structures are simply buildings of brick, stone and mortar. The 'Church' is anchored in the people. The people who view their house of worship as their spiritual retreat haven.
Their Church is that physical place, which connects in a personal relationship manner with their God.
Whether it is a Church, Temple, Synagogue or Mosque, it is sacred to some and should be respected by all.
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My Chapel

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Dreaming; I'm Always Dreaming

Remember some of your childhood dreams? Betcha do. I do. I think about the age five, I dreamt about becoming a cowboy. Two six-shooters strapped to my waist, a big white horse and capturing bad guys. Shortly after that notion, I dreamt of being a soldier-war hero; John Wayne supplied my blueprint.  About age 11, the young student pastor at our church impressed me enough to dream of becoming a preacher and telling folks about Jesus. Preachers seemed to have a lot of free time and church people were always inviting them to supper. However, that was my preaching deal-breaker, I don't like eating strange fixin's. The first base hit I got in Little league baseball came the summer before my first made basket in the East St. Louis CYO Basketball League; WOW, now I'm dreaming about a dual professional sport life.

Childhood dreams and aspirations seldom workout, do they? Well, I did enjoy both a high school and college baseball / basketball experience but both ended at the latter station. Funny thing about our dreaming; dreams may keep changing but the lucid and very conscious dreams never leave our mind.

The remainder of this writer's story is anything but boring or mundane. I've kept dreaming and still do until this day. Some would call it luck others might say I was blessed. In any event, I refused not to dream of making something good happen in my immediate world. It's amazing to count my continued opportunities.
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Dream

Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Fickle Fan or Nature of The Beast

Like many Americans, I found myself observing and processing Tiger Woods' recent Master's Golf Tournament Victory. Some sports' analyst are calling it the greatest come back in sports' history. I suppose that's a debatable matter. One thing certain, we would agree that Woods was at the top of his profession when he self-destructed due to bad choices. I find it interesting that Tiger's story points to an equally significant phenomenon regarding the public's modus operandi.

Most normal people have their 'heroes' or iconic figures. We like to be in the camp of winners, champs and the talented. We are fascinated seeing or being a part of 'King' or 'Queen' building. Some television shows allow us to journey with and even help build the champion, i.e. American Idol, etc.

Eventually, it would appear that many often tire of the one dimensional Super-hero. Suddenly, folks are excited to read or learn of the fall of the mighty. The plethora of successful super market tabloid magazine sales supports this notion.

Why? Why do so many enjoy the fall of the mighty? Is it envy and jealousy that gets the best of us? Perhaps our nature is fickleness. Just maybe we get tired of the same person being 'on top.' But then a person like Tiger, who was on the pro golf mountain-top tumbles into the deepest of valleys only to be resurrected many years and tournaments later. He climbs back to the perch and lo' and behold the massive fandom is back. Long live the Tiger! Eh? Well, at least for now.

...and then maybe I'm making something out of nothing.



Monday, April 15, 2019

Hello

A while back, I was sitting on the backyard swing when my cell phone rang. It was one of my adult children who asked if I knew something about another family member. I said, "Nope." The conversation shifted to another subject of which I was void of information and soon the chat ended. I immediately went back to swinging and staring at the backyard fence. It's a cyclone fence that I'd like to replace with a taller privacy fence.

I must tell you that my wife and I appreciate our adult children and adult grandkids who are very good about telephoning, however most often they talk at length with their mother/Nana and kinda small chat with dad. Look, if I telephoned this house, I'd much rather talk with Gerry than Mel and the reasons are too extensive to go into. That said, my wife has much more information to share than do I. I'm kinda like Sergeant Shultz from the long ago sitcom, Hogan's Heroes, "I know NOTHING!"

I will continue to carry my cell phone to the backyard swing just in case one of the kids telephone to tell me something about scheduling, i.e. Birthday parties, graduations, dance recitals, etc. or if they just have that 'little voice' inside them saying, "You oughta call the old folks."

Now, back to that privacy fence matter. I believe that I'll have one installed. I do recognize the down-side to a privacy fence. It will cut down on the nice cool evening summertime breeze. However, the up-side of the privacy fence allows a fella to swing and scratch should he wish. Gotta go. House phone just rang and I know darn well it's one of the kids calling; too early for those 'credit-card gals' to telephone. They call at the dinner hour just before the Police Athletic League.
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I Just Called To Say I Love You

Friday, April 12, 2019

Outdated Words

My East St. Louis high school basketball / baseball coach, Louis 'Pick' Dehner (1938-Basketball All-American from Illinois) was a vocabulary freak. He would memorize a new word each day and attempt to find ways to use that word throughout the day. I recall vividly Coach Dehner telling me what the word 'omnipotent' meant. I got the feeling while playing varsity baseball and basketball for three years under Coach Dehner's tutelage that he sometimes believed in his own omnipotence. That opinion is not meant to be disrespectful towards Coach. He was a legend of sorts and he enjoyed the role. I will always be indebted to him for his guidance.

I thought of Dehner's passion for adding words to his vocabulary when I recently read that there is over 829,000 words and symbols in the dictionary. And each year we learn of 'new' words being added. In 2018,  these three words made the Webster publication: "mansplain" "hangry" & "snowflake."

Mansplain > is when a man talks in a condescending and patronizing manner to a female.
Hangry>is when a person is mad and irritated due to hunger.
Snowflake > was already in the dictionary meaning that gentle weather percipatation event. The newer meaning takes on a 'negative' connotation. The new meaning suggests a person who is soft and easily offended due to their softness and tendency of entitlement.

I'm wondering if the 'dictionary gods' ever consider REMOVING or DELETING a word. If they do then I shall offer a word deletion suggestion...let's remove the word 'discreet.' The simple reason is we as a culture are no longer discreet; we no longer are careful with speech or action. We no longer care if we offend others.

Just trace the history of our television commercials. We Americans have an insatiable focus on sex and more specifically sex-performance. Evidently, there is a terrific money making market around this passion for performance proficiency. First we had the erectile dysfunction commercials, then came the enhancement product push and now we are telling men to checkout their 'peyronie disease' or as once referenced 'clubbed-penis.'

Please don't take my words wrong or think I am being flippant with these remarks. I'm just wondering if our message delivery in this 21st century America could be more 'discreet.' Then maybe the 'ding-a-ling' TRUMPS discreet.

Ps. Nope! Too easy to play Chuck Berry's song! I'll be discreet and pass.




Thursday, April 11, 2019

We'll, You Know What 'They' Say

I'm always reluctant to invoke that cliche', "You know what they say." However, I'm currently sorting through some long-standing adages, i.e. "One help to a happy marriage happens when you find a mate who makes you laugh. You've heard that. Then there's the folksy belief that a young man tends to marry a woman with many of his mother's traits. I just telling you that's what they say.

My son telephoned me from Busch Stadium this Tuesday past where he and his wife were attending the Cards-Dodgers' game. My son said that my daughter in-law just asked him, "Is Joe Torre still the Cadinals' manager?" (Note: Torre last managed the Birds in 1994) Whereas that question in baseball circles would appear bizarre, it's not as off the wall as one of the girl's more recent comments. Just before the Mueller Report on the two-year investigation of Russia's collusion with Trump's campaign, my son said to his wife, "Hey honey, The Mueller Report is going to be released tomorrow." Her response, "Who's Mueller?"

In the late 1957, my wife (my 17- year old girlfriend at that time) and I attended a Cardinals baseball game at old Sportsman's Park. During batting practice, she commented, "Why I'd take that pitcher OUT, every batter is hitting the ball HARD." Then during the third inning, she asked, "Why are all the posts painted pink half way up and then green?" My wife came from one of the most well-known baseball families in East St. Louis...go figure.

There is a possibility that this 'stuff' in DNA driven in some cases. Our youngest daughter followed in the cheer leading footsteps of her older sister. During a high school football game she was heard on the sideline chanting, "Hold that Line, Hold That Line." You guessed it, her team had the ball on offense.

A few years ago, I was attending a Cubs' baseball game at Wrigley Field with my son in-law, grandson and granddaughter. I should mention that the granddaughter did NOT want to go to the game but reluctantly agreed. After the game and while walking across the parking lot to our auto, my granddaughter asked me,  "Did the Blackhawks win?"

Say goodnight, Gracie!

Tuesday, April 9, 2019

That's How I See It

Seems like just last month sports' fans were gearing up for the most watched televised sporting event as the Patriots and Rams squared off for the Super Bowl; well excluding New Orleans Saints' fans who felt terribly cheated on an obvious blown call by an official much like the Auburn basketball fans who bemoan the fact that two referees missed a double-dribble call in closing seconds costing the War Eagles big time in NCAA Final Four action.

Through the eyes and sport experiences of this 80-year old man, I dare offer an opinion, but you knew I would. Here goes with some random thoughts about the State Of Sports:

  1. Today's athletes are stronger and better prepared than previous athletes. They come from stronger women who benefit from greater prenatal care. These athletes also benefit from scientific based training techniques. That said, I would caution against a conclusion suggesting today's athletes are therefore more proficient.

  2.  Examining three sports (football-basketball & baseball) I notice significant offense changes over the years. Football is no longer 'student body right' with powerhouse running games. Instead rules changes seem to meet the fans' appetite for higher scoring contest as we note quarterbacks protected  and multiple passing schemes. Basketball has abandoned the 'post' centered  offense. Awarding three points for proficiency beyond the arc now finds teams constantly dribble penetrating and pitching the ball out to shooters beyond that arc. I also note that it is becoming more difficult for one defense player to stop today's skilled dribblers. When we examine baseball, I have noticed the demise in 'contact hitters' as big contracts are offered to hitters who hit 25-30 home runs in spite of striking out 200 times and sporting a season end batting average around .255.

  3.  Here is a legitimate question: Are college and professional athletes role models for youngsters?
Once upon a time the culture held in high regard the proficient athlete whose demeanor was unassuming and modest. Ernie Banks, Stan Musial, Bob Pettit, Jerry West, Bill Russell, Dick Butkus and Barry Sanders. Today it is commonplace and socially acceptable to bring attention to yourself for any momentary 'in-game' success. The basketball player that 'slam dunks' or blocks a shot screams, taunts and struts. The baseball player who hits successfully must either point to the heavens ( as if God favored him over the hurler) or do some preconceived hand gestures for teammates. Of course, the modern day football player rivals any choreographed dance troop. Sorry Barry Sanders.

   4.   When it comes to game management, the officials have not changed much over the years. Some really good ones, mostly bad ones and then there's Angel Hernandez who believes everybody came to see him.

   5. Most of today's coaches and mangers are better especially better at tolerating  prima donnas.

I said these are random thoughts and opinions from an old guy who no doubt is out-of-touch.


Monday, April 8, 2019

Impertinent Vanity!

Our President said...

"I think nobody knows more about campaign finance than me."

"I know more about ISIS than our generals do."

"I know more about social media than anybody."

"I know more about the courts than anybody on Earth."

"I understand politicians better than anybody."

"Nobody knows more about trade than me."

"I know more about renewable energy than anybody on Earth."

"I think, I know more about taxes than anybody in the history of the world."

"I understand money better than anybody."

"Nobody in the history of this country knows more about infrastructure than Donald Trump."

"I know more about Drones than anybody."

Biblical scriptures say...

Proverbs 27:2  "Let another praise you, and not your own mouth; a stranger and not your own lips."
Proverbs 12:22 "Lying lips are an abomination to the Lord."

James 4:16 "As it is, you boast in your arrogance. All such boasting is evil."
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So Vain

Sunday, April 7, 2019

Hope I'm Wrong

More and more our technology, although beneficial on many levels to mankind continues to destroy people's interpersonal communication abilities and our face-to-face verbal interaction, which enriches  our appreciation for our fellow man. We are fast becoming strangers even in our own homes.

I fear that my grandchildren and great-grandkids' fascination and extensive indulgence in cyberspace is isolating them and consequently denying them of valuable understanding and appreciation in the human experience. Perhaps I overstate...I hope so!
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Talk To Me

Saturday, April 6, 2019

Life's Would-Coulda-Shoulda Moments

God only knows I've made my share of mistakes in my 80-year journey. That acknowledged, there's very little I would wish to change. Growing up near my maternal grandparents, I heard 'Mammy' Bennett speak many Biblical verses. One of her frequent scriptures shared was Exodus 20:12, which speaks to honoring fathers and mothers so your days upon the land, which the Lord has provided will be long. I suppose that's why I have preached so often to my own grandchildren about the wonderful gift of mothers and fathers. I've often footnoted my remarks telling grandkids that the day they look upon their parents for the final time, they want NO woulda-coulda-shoulda wishes.

I thought of those words this past week as several members of my wife's family assembled in the Metro East area to bid a farewell to my wife's 66-year old niece. Our family is like most other families in that there lies within some broken relationships. Two siblings of our deceased niece had not spoken to each other in 17-years. During the evening, the two were seen hugging each other. As said, "Better late than never," but then how much was lost to eternity in over six thousands days of 'I shoulda picked up the telephone and called."

I caution you to know in advance, no matter what your relationship might be with family members, YOU WILL MISS THEM SHOULD THEY LEAVE THIS LIFE  BEFORE YOU.
Your heart will ache. And know there is a vast difference between a 'longing ache and a hurting ache.'
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Nights are Long

Thursday, April 4, 2019

The Games' Funny Side

The question is asked less frequently but still the question does come up. I coached my last high school basketball game eighteen years ago and recently somebody asked, "Coach, do you miss those old coaching days?" Truth be told there are just a few things that I'll always miss. I miss practice. Practice was my classroom where I could take 12-to-15 individuals from different environments and life experiences and orchestrate a daily practice scenario, which would mold them into a selfless unit.
What a wonderful challenge and one I eagerly embraced each of my 37-seasons.

 I also missed the camaraderie. Those relationships forged with players, assistants, support personnel and yes, even officials. Oh, the stories swapped and stories made during that coaching journey. Certainly, I had to deal with and guide young athletes through difficult times when a teammate would be tragically lost or a season-ending injury changed the fortunes of a team. However, the many funny events that unfolded during my coaching journey still brings a smile and chuckle.

A few years back, I penned a book called 'Game Laughter' in which I related many humorous stories from my sport experiences as a participant, coach and spectator. It was a fun project. I can tell you that if you hang around the games you'll be entertained by a funny story. One such moment happened a few years ago at the annual Decatur boys Thanksgiving basketball tournament, which I coordinate for the School District. We were recognizing a successful Decatur Team coached by Jack Kenny. The old Coach and former players were assembling in the foyer near the gym before their introduction. Coach Kenny was meticulously calling out names of his team members and checking off those not in attendance. Standing nearby was former player, DR Roberts. DR had been a  sparsely used reserved on the team.  After several names called out and their absence verified, DR tapped his long ago mentor on the shoulder and said, "Coach, I might get into the game tonight."

Tuesday, April 2, 2019

Changing Times

This past weekend, a young neighborhood Boy rang the door bell and asked, "Are you kinda old?"
I looked at the lad who is perhaps eleven years old and answered, "Buddy Boy, If you're looking for 'old' you got the right house."

The 5th grade kid has a social studies project, which requires him to find an old person who could tell him something about changes. In fact his exact question was "What do you think are the five biggest technological changes and the five biggest social changes in your life-time?" The boy told me the assignment is due April 8. The kid's coming back this Friday for my answers. I have two lists I'm going with but I'd be willing to consider changing an item if somebody offered a more significant 'change.' Oh, you need not be 'old' to jump in the game.

Technological Changes:

1) Space Travel...I remember the fall of 1957, when Russia accomplished that Sputnik launch. Boy, up until then travel in space was comic book stuff.
2) Communication...Folks, the first telephone I recall using was hanging on the wall and when I picked up the receiver, the operator lady said, "Number please." That's of course if the neighbors on  our 'party line' were not talking. Today, I tell my 'Smartphone to call 'whomever' and immediately I   got my connection. I can also text, messenger, email, etc.
3) Medical Procedures...It used to be that X-ray was the only peek into our body. These days there is every imaginable scope, Cat Scan, MRI, etc. and organ transplants, artificial pumps, prosthesis and robotic surgeries. And don't forget the on-slaught of medical drugs.
4) Satellite Navigational Systems: No longer do I need read road maps or worse attempt to re-fold them after use. I now speak into my auto's dashboard or type in an address and walla, some sweet talking lady tells me every turn to make and even welcomes me to another State when crossing state lines.
5) Google Research: Oh, my gosh! Where was Google when in the late 1950's, I was trying to complete a college research paper. Damn that 'Card Catelog Library.

Social Changes:

1) Women In Professions: The number of women in the media industry was nil. Only men held jobs i.e., Attorney, medical doctors, insurance sales, bankers and construction work. Slowly but surely the gender landscape opportunities is evening out.
2) Co-Habitation Before Marriage: Perhaps its driven by mores Changes or maybe its financially expedient. I don't know. Whatever.
3) 24/7 Cable News Networks: Once upon a time, Americans had three major television / radio networks, which reported a morning, noon hour and evening news broadcasts. The news seems so relentlessly negative that it feeds depression.
 4) Franchise Businesses: No longer do we have mom and pop drugstores, restaraunts and grocery stores. Instead, we have national company franchises.
5) Fractured Family: Perhaps driven by financial need or career preferences, the American family has both parents in the work place. This means that children are introduced to institutional care as early as infancy. From womb to room: Day Care, Pre School, Kindergarten and then twelve years of formal education often times offering supportive after-school programs to coincide with the end of the adult work day. The family dynamic has changed drastically in this old man's lifetime.

Okay, that's the list I'm prepared to give my neighbor boy. If anybody out there can  improve upon it please do so because I recall not doing so well academically in the fifth grade and I'd like redemption.

Monday, April 1, 2019

Keep An Eye On The Old Timers

Several years ago, I assumed the 'Power of Attorney' and responsibilities for my mother's 96-year old sister, Kate who lived two hours away in the Metro-East area. It was a bit challenging but needed to be done considering my mother was too old to assume the role.

Aunt Kate was childless and thus became that 'Aunt' who spent money, time and energies embracing, loving and doing for nieces and nephews. She was beloved but make no mistake, she could be overbearing with her lectures on proper etiquette, grooming and general posturing. Kate worked many years in Washington D. C. where she served as private secretary to Illinois' United States Senator, Paul Douglas. Back in those days, my Aunt Kate was a stylish. beautiful, shapely lady with unrivaled poise and grace.

As time has a way of rearranging our social filter through the aging process, Kate developed some rather eccentric traits in her latter years. Let me offer a few examples: Kate was residing in an independent/assisted living facility in Belleville, IL. Times that my wife, Gerry and I visited Kate, the staff personal would ask me to take Kate for a walk so they could go into her room and retrieve silverware Kate had taken from the cafeteria. I took Kate to her bank on a business matter and as soon as we were escorted into the Vice President's office, he immediately began rearranging items on his desk and pointed out to Kate the fountain pens that were his personal pens and explained to her  that she should not put them in her purse. Perhaps Kate's most notable, 'Oh,  NO, she didn't moment,' came when our two daughters and few grandkids were visiting Kate when took a fancy to an Illini T-shirt. My daughter said she had another such T-shirt in the auto and went to get it for Kate. As soon as the T-shirt was handed to Kate, she whipped off the top she was wearing exposing her bare chest and put the Illini shirt on...it wasn't pretty sight but it's funny to this day. I worried about a young grandson who witnessed the 96-Year old 'Boob Flash.' I wondered if the boy would ever marry.

Well folks, my wife and I belong to the club. Last Christmas Holiday Season, my wife and I were shopping in a nearby Target Store when my wife reminded me she needed to get some boxes of candies, as she did each Christmas to give to our pharmacy team. She scurried off and took care of that matter but two days later said, "Oh my goodness, I didn't pay for that candy that I got for the pharmacy people; I just took it off the shelf and walked it over and gave it to them." With that announcement she took off to settle her moral issue. Then just two days ago, I was in Target looking for an antacid medicine my wife wanted. She had given me an empty bottle for reference. While searching, the store manager, whom I know well saw me and asked, "Coach, you need help finding something?" I pulled the empty bottle from my jacket picket and said, "I'm looking for this product."
The manager looked in his little handheld gadget, walked four steps picked up the new bottle and as he handed it to me, said, "You want me to throw away your empty bottle?" I handed him the empty bottle and I put the new bottle INTO MY JACKET POCKET. I surely did! The manager looked at me with a puzzled expression and said, "You're not REALLY going to put that in your pocket and leave  are you? Perhaps my wife. And I need to check out a 'Bail Bondsman' telephone number.