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30 Random Things… including Meadowlark Lemon!

December 1, 2015

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1. Gorillas are my favorite animal.

2. I once had an autographed picture of boxer Duane Bobick.

3. My favorite musician is Warren Zevon.

4. In 1978, Olympic swimmer John Naber rushed me off a pay telephone at the University of Illinois in Champaign-Urbana.

5. My 1999 Toyota Corolla has over 275,000 miles on its odometer.

6. I know all of the words to the Canadian National Anthem.

7. I’m a card-carrying member of The Three Stooges fan club.

8. I once rolled ten strikes in a row the very first time I used a new custom bowling ball that I bought on eBay. Never came close since.

9. Boiling in hot water is my preferred way of cooking hamburgers.

10. Shoulders are my favorite female body part.

11. I once ran into goaltender Bernie Parent coming out of a convenience store and held the door open for him.

12. I regret not picking up the cork from a champagne bottle celebration after Hulk Hogan beat the Iron Shiek to become wrestling champion.

13. While also working at the Madison Square Garden Network in New York City, I once gave Wayne Gretzky a television set.

14. As a child, I remember throwing up in the dentist’s chair. The dentist had hairy fingers and I gagged on a loose hair.

15. I like redheaded women.

16. Of all the movies that I have ever seen, I think I have watched “Goodfellas” the most.

17. The tip of the middle finger of my right hand needed 14 stitches when it nearly got cut off in the spokes of a bicycle.

18. I always had success fishing using slices of hotdogs as bait.

19. I remember crying when I once missed an annual episode of The Grinch That Stole Christmas. Had to wait 364 days to see it again.

20. Tying a postcard to a helium balloon to see how far it travels is something I always wanted to do.

21. In my youth, I was almost electrocuted playing “Hide The Penny” at a neighbor’s house. He hid it inside a lamp fixture.

22. I unofficially once held the world’s record for snatching a pile of quarters that were first balanced on my extended elbow.

23. Seeing Meadowlark Lemon and the Harlem Globetrotters perform live was a childhood thrill of mine. Immediately following that exhibition, I got to see Billy Cunningham score his 10,000th point as a Philadelphia 76er against the Cincinnati Royals.

24. My blood type is O Positive… universal donor.

25. As a kid, I nearly choked to death on a sour ball piece of candy.

26. “Act your age, not your shoe size” was a common expression. The closet I came was wearing size 12 at age 13.

27. I once won something in a drawing from a local television station but the letter arrived AFTER the deadline to pick up the prize.

28. I stand exactly 6 feet 0 inches tall.

29. I keep currency inside my wallet in ascending order with all Presidents facing the same way.

30. I once accidentally sent my first-born child to school with a can of beer in his lunchbox. Later I had some explaining to do with the school principal.

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The United States Of America is anything but united

November 1, 2015

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The diversity of our country that once was the glue in the fabric of our existence is now at its core in tearing us apart.

No longer is America the model melting pot that it was at the start of the 20th century. It’s now the 21st century and its individual parts are screaming among themselves and shattering this country into pieces.

Whites push their own agenda.

Blacks have their own stance.

Hispanics demand to be recognized.

Asians stand up for themselves.

Christians. Catholics. Jews. Muslims. Episcopalians. Methodists. Mormons. Gays. Lesbians. Feminists. Undocumented Immigrants. Democrats. Republicans. Liberals. Conservatives.

Every individual group that makes up our country is out for themselves. They form their own caucuses. They have their own newspapers. They create their own websites.

They broadcast over their own stations. They form their own opinions and hold fast to their own convictions.

They network. They organize.

Social media provides for their own voices to be heard but no one is listening. The voices are talking over one another like the biblical Tower of Babel.

In our infinite wisdom in the advancement of technology, we’ve gotten dumber.

We’re so connected that we’ve become disconnected.

We’ve alienated ourselves from each other.

We’ve lost the ability to co-exist.

One for all and all for one and every man for himself.

The United States of America is anything but united.

The Divided States of America.

It’s seen on our television sets. It’s written about in newspapers.

It’s plastered in blogs and comment sections all over the internet.

We’re in trouble. We’re in serious trouble. It’s a sad state of affairs.

Not only is our country in trouble. This phenomenon has spread globally.

Our entire planet is in trouble.

E.A.R.T.H. = Educate And Reform The Humans

We need unity. We need harmony. We need compatibility. We need understanding.

We need peace. We need to work together. We need to re-group.

We need reform. We need to recognize our own humanity. We need each other.

We. Not I. There is no I in team. We need to become better team players.

We need to realize that our whole is greater than the sum of our parts.

R. Buckminster Fuller was right. The belief in Spaceship Earth is our only true salvation.

What A Working Word Press Might Look Like:

September 22, 2015

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Help! I’m In The Middle Of My Midlife Crisis

September 17, 2015

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No, seriously. I truly mean that. I was initially typing up a blog entry that was going to blast social networking such as this and call it an empty excuse for virtual reality.

Then it got much more darker and I was complaining about how everyone online is trying to be more clever (yikes – bad english?) than the next person. It started going on and on about a “what if” scenario occurring that caused worldwide connectivity to collapse. Thousands of people wouldn’t know what to do with themselves or how to behave.

Then I stopped and said to myself, “What’s my point?” I started questioning my own negativity and refusal to acknowledge that wordpress or facebook or twitter does help people interract with other like-minded individuals.

It’s not a vast wasteland like Newton Minow attributed to television over fifty years ago. Well, sometimes it could be but, hey, I need to steer away from being negative.

I was starting to sound bitter and miserable while complaining that bloggers are only out to try and prove how unique they think they are or are only using these sites to sell books and/or artwork.

I stopped again.

Maybe it’s not you (collectively) who is bitter and miserable. Maybe it’s me.

I’m the miserable and negative person in this picture. It was me trying to project my drawbacks and failings onto you. What’s that old expression? Misery loves company? Ding.

I have my reasons for being miserable. If you only knew.

So how do I turn this around and focus, I mean really focus, on being positive? No one said that it was going to be easy. It gets increasingly more difficult as we get older.

Each of us is responsible for our own happiness. Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Our freaking forefathers wrote that.

How do I find my own happiness in middle age? That’s the sixty-four-thousand dollar question.

I’m not looking to blame my parents for this but I think being negative is a learned behavior from my upbringing. More likely it’s genetic. My mother was a negative person and she suffered from depression for the last twenty-two years of her life. Actually maybe more than that.

I do have alot of negativity going on in my life. I don’t wish to post my troubles here. See “About This Blogger” if you want to make contact with me.

Thanks. I could surely use an e-friend right now.

Bumpersticker Of The Year:

September 16, 2015

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Ty Cobb Was Much Taller Than I Ever Imagined

September 16, 2015

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I’ve heard and read all the stories about Ty Cobb.

He is baseball’s all-time leader in batting averge. His lifetime percentage is .367 — led the major leagues 12 times in that category. Three times, he batted over .400.

It is common knowledge among baseball historians of how nasty and aggressive Cobb’s competitive spirit was.

How driven he was. How hated he was. By his opponents. By his own teammates. He had a reputation all his own.

To be fair, I have also read of other descriptions of Cobb as being a charitable man. Some accounts say he wasn’t as vile or as despicable as the media made him out to be.

However, when I stumbled upon a picture of him standing next to the legendary Babe Ruth, I was shocked by how tall Cobb
was.

I knew that Ruth stood about six foot two inches. The two Hall of Famers were just about standing eye-to-eye.

I somehow thought that Cobb, being the prototype lead-off hitter, was maybe five foot nine inches or perhaps five foot ten inches in height. Tops.

So I reached for my old copy of the Baseball Encyclopedia. The bible of baseball information. The book is huge. Over 1700 pages. Three inches thick.

I looked up “Tyrus Raymond Cobb.” Twenty-four seasons in the major leagues. Mostly played with the Detroit Tigers. Two seasons with the Philadelphia Athletics.

Lo and behold: Six foot one inch.

To quote broadcaster Mel Allen, “How about that?”

That definitely surprised me.

Space; The Final Frontier

September 16, 2015

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Captain’s log: 3:12am – Hurtling through space at a speed of 66,000 miles per hour (107,000 km/hr).

Rotating speed: Nearly 1000 miles per hour (1200 km/hr).

The force of gravity: Currently at 32 feet per second squared (9.8 meters/second squared).

Other than the sun, the nearest celestial star is over 25 thousand billion miles (40 thousand billion km) away.

This isn’t any science fiction journey of a team of astronauts on a mission in the universe. This is one night’s battle with insomnia.

Captain’s log: Out.

Two Ballplayers Who Hit Three Home Runs In One Inning

September 15, 2015

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George “Mule” Suttles was a Negro League power hitter who was elected to the Baseball Hall of Fame in 2006.

In 1929, he had one memorable game against the Memphis Red Sox where he slugged three home runs. He didn’t just do it in one game. He did it all in one inning. What are the odds?

What’s even more intriguing is that another player matched that feat the following year in a Texas minor league game. His real name was Eugene Mercantelli but he went by the name of Gene Rye.

Rye hit 26 home runs for the Waco Cubs of the Texas League in 1930 but three of those occurred in one inning of a single game. His third home run was a grand slam and it had outdistanced the other two to centerfield.

Rye’s major league career lasted just 17 games with the Boston Red Sox in 1931. He was used mostly as a pinch-hitter, injured his knee and never hit a home run in the big leagues.

But for one game in 1930, he certainly swung a mighty bat for one magical inning just like Mule Suttles had done the previous year.

A Little Nostalgia For “The Incredible Shrinking Man”

September 14, 2015

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This 1957 black and white science fiction movie starred Grant Williams and Randy Stuart as Mr. and Mrs. Scott Carey. Scott gets exposed to some mysterious mist while onboard his brother-in-law’s boat and finds himself beginning to slowly get smaller.

Suddenly his shirts are too big for him and he’s losing weight. The family doctor is played by William Schallert, famous for being the voice of Pop Tarts’ Milton the Toaster. He also played the father on the Patty Duke Show.

He recommends Scott to see a specialist played by Raymond Bailey, recognized as Mr. Drysdale from the Beverly Hillbillies. Eventually, Scott Carey is seen as a freak when he winds up smaller than little people from a nearby traveling circus.

He becomes tiny enough to live inside a dollhouse where the family’s pet cat is viewed as a survival threat. The special effects for the time period are pretty good.

Scott ends up using a straight pin to battle a spider found in the basement. Smaller and smaller into a world with an expanding universe. Not much room left for any kind of happy ending.

How Hollywood Got To Be Named Hollywood

September 14, 2015

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A real estate developer from Toronto named Hobart Johnstone Whitley is claimed to be the original namer of Hollywood. He and his second wife, Gigi Ross, supposedly came up with the name while on their honeymoon in California.

Another story claims that a man named Harvey Wilcox from Kansas purchased property in California for the development of homes. His wife Daeida met a woman on a train who mentioned that she had named her Ohio summer home as Hollywood. Daeida liked the name so much that she applied it to these new subdivisions.

The famous hillside sign spelling out “HOLLYWOODLAND” on Mount Lee in Griffith Park was built in 1923 for the purpose of advertising the housing development with that name. It was covered with 4000 lightbulbs and was never intended to last for more than one or two years.

Over time, the sign sustained much damage and deteriorated badly. In 1949, the City of Los Angeles Parks Department took over the responsibility of repairing and rebuilding the sign. “LAND” was removed from the sign, as were the light bulbs.

In 1978, the entire sign was replaced with letters made of steel. Nine donors each gave over $27,000 to fund the $250,000 restoration project to commemorate the 75th anniversary of Hollywood.