Friday, August 29, 2014
The geezer never has been much of a fan of poetry, and a few attempts to write in that format have ended in dismal failure. Over the past year of so, however, I've been delighted almost daily by the creations of Marc Leavitt, who posts his work at www.marcleavitt.blogspot.com
Marc occasionally puts together a lengthy work. I enjoy those, but prefer his briefer offerings. He has a gift for conveying a big message in a little poem.
My beautiful wife Sandy has been away for several weeks visiting friends and relatives in
These trips have been an annual event for a long time. Lake Michigan waters
permitting, she'll be back in our Michigan
home in two days, just in time to celebrate our 53rd wedding anniversary.
Inspired by Mr. Leavitt and the impending occasion and despite my numerous previous failures, I've decided to go for it. I hereby publish my first (and perhaps only) poem:
Your trip was barely under way
When life here ceased to be OK
How many times must I learn
When you are gone
I soon yearn for your return
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
The usual chorus of President Obama detractors got a boost from an unusual source recently. Fellow Democratic Party leader and presidential candidate in waiting, Hillary Rodham Clinton, attacked Mr. Obama's foreign policy on the grounds it is a non-policy.
The president's policy earlier got a strange name. Staffers leaked the news that inner circles have taken to defining it as, "Don't do stupid shit." For the more sensitive masses, the policy is being redefined as, "Don't do stupid stuff."
Ms. Clinton said "Don't do stupid" is not an organizing principle, and great nations need organizing principles worthy of their leadership role. I beg to differ. Ms. Clinton, in my opinion, did an acceptable job as secretary of state, but she got this one wrong.
It's about time a
U.S. president decided to set aside
lofty rhetoric smacking of egotistical American "exceptionalism" and
adopted a realistic foreign policy standard. Remember how we fought to "Make the world safe for
democracy" and not may years later to establish the "Four
Freedoms" on the planet? How are those types of policy statements working
for us lately?
We could make "Don't do stupid" prettier, of course. Something like, "Carefully analyze every foreign conflict and intervene only when it is clearly in our national interest" says the same thing, and obviously states what President Obama tries to do, but certainly there's nothing catchy about it. In this case, I like the negative "don't do" better than the positive "do." For one thing, it's more fun.
Mr. Obama, with Ms. Clinton as a top foreign policy advisor, has made some boo boos, as all presidents have. A recent one was prematurely declaring, "It's time for Assad to go." He forgot that Goldilocks could be leading
and it would have little effect on American interests. He also forgot that
displacing strong dictators in the Muslim world often creates chaos. Is that
part of the world more tranquil now than it was when Saddam ruled Iraq with an
iron fist? Hardly. How's the serenity index looking in Libya nowadays?
We did what was in our interest in
Russian cooperation and good work by our more usual allies Assad's weapons of
mass destruction--lethal poison gases--a true threat to the world and thus us,
have been destroyed. We finally did what was in our interest in Iraq--we got
out. We're back now in a limited way, a far cry from the days when we invaded
the place with massive force over a pretext.
Soon we'll be out of
leaving the kids to fight it out in their sandbox as they always have. In a
strange turn of events, Assad may become part of a new coalition including the U.S. to help stabilize the Middle
East. Things might actually work out well for a change now that
the horrifically bad guys have come out of their closets and staked out some
territory where the good people can shoot and bomb the crap out of them.
"Don't do stupid stuff" has saved a lot of American lives, and quite a bit of cash we can use to better advantage elsewhere. The policy isn't a return to isolationism. It's simply a venture into reality.
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Our Lake Doster Golf Course has come up with a new ploy to increase play. Every Sunday afternoon, half the layout is available for a different kind of game. Players need only bring a soccer ball and their feet. They kick their ball around the course much as normal golfers move their small ball around with clubs.
We've lived in homes adjacent to fairways for 35 years, a long time to observe golfers in action. A few of them should be great Footgolf players. They've had lots of practice kicking their ball into an improved position when they thought no one was watching.
Beautiful wife Sandy for several years got special chuckles observing an older man who played the course by himself very early in the morning. He would look around to ensure he was alone, and then drop a ball down the inside of his pants leg into a good spot for his next shot. If it wasn't just right, he improved the lie with a foot nudge or two.
Of course, Footgolf hadn't been invented when the old duffer entertained
by practicing cheating. He would have to wear extremely baggy trousers to be
able to drop a soccer ball down one leg. But he might be a
champion foot nudger. Sandy
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Being able to "hold your beer" in
Wisconsin, land of many
breweries, when I was a teenager was a badge of honor. That meant you could
down quite a few lagers, the only beer readily available in most places, and
act as though you were cold sober.
"Quite a few" was a bunch when an eight-ounce glass from the tap cost a dime. A dollar financed a fairly long night out at a beer bar. The legal drinking age was 18 back then, but it wasn't difficult to find bar owners who weren't at all concerned about winking at a fake draft card altered to prove a 15- or 16-year-old was really 18 or 19. Sometimes, they just took your word for it. Pete Zemlis served me my first beer at his Half Moon Lodge near Tomahawk, Wisconsin, when I was 14.
Practice may well make perfect in the beer guzzling world. By the time my real 18th birthday came around, I could walk a straight line after downing seven or eight short (eight ounce) beers. Later, I held my own at several bars during Mexican vacations at a level that would have made Jimmy Buffett proud.
I took to drinking dark ales, which had much more robust taste than the pale lagers. Ales also had slightly higher alcohol contents. I could no longer drain as many glasses without major consequences, but I still liked to think I was pretty good at "holding my ale."
Along with other things that faded with advanced age, my beer and ale capacity declined considerably. I retreated from dark ales back to light lagers. Even then, two beers became my limit. Perhaps that was good, because now I get full well before I get loaded.
Nevertheless, there is room for adventure at any age. I began to take notice of "Two Hearted Ale," an India Pale Ale produced by Bell Brewery, a local brewer in our area. A newspaper article pointed out that the Beer Advocate Society gave Two Hearted a 95 rating, which translates to "world class." Another rating agency called it "outstanding." Yet another group concerned with such things announced Two Hearted Ale was the best beer in the world. After seeing that claim, I just had to try the stuff.
About then, the brewer announced that Two Hearted was being made available in cans for the first time. I found a four-pack, just enough for a trial drink or two, at the local supermarket. My son was coming over for a meal, and I thought two cans for him and two for me would be just right.
Each can held 16 ounces, four more than the usual amount. The ale tasted great, but I barely made it through one can. A check of the label showed Two Hearted had an alcohol content of 7 percent. No wonder all those raters gave it such outrageously high marks; they probably quaffed one small glass and experienced what happens late at night to many tavern patrons when all the girls suddenly are beautiful.
Incidentally, the ale is named after the
Two Hearted River in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. That probably is of little or no
significance, but it's the kind of thing one might ponder after downing a
Thursday, August 07, 2014
If only one stone is loose, wouldn't it make more sense to pick it up rather than putting up a sign?
This sort of thing, however, does point out a possible opportunity.With a continuing tight job market for English majors and journalists, the unemployed might do well to check with organizations such as the Michigan Department of Transportation. They might consider upgrading their writing staffs.
Friday, August 01, 2014
|Jumbotrons hadn't been invented when I first saw the Packers' stadium in 1957.|
By luck of the draw, in 1957 I occupied a seat high in the stands on the 40-yard line at Lambeau Field (it was known as New City Stadium then) when the Green Bay Packers and Chicago Bears played the first game in what television announcers now are fond of calling "that historic stadium."
I was working at my first full-time job as city editor of the De Pere Journal-Democrat. Although as a weekly newspaper, we were the smallest of the media in the
area and didn't attempt to cover professional
sports, the Packers sent us two season tickets. We drew straws to see who would
get to use the comps for which games. I drew the long straw for the opener. I returned for a tour last week. Green
Professional football in
was not prospering in the 1950s. After 37 years in the National Football
League, six of them championship seasons, the franchise was in trouble. The
team was on a losing streak that started in the late 40s. In 1950, a stock sale
was needed to raise $118,000, basically to keep meeting operating expenses. City
Stadium, which the Packers shared with Green Bay ,
had become completely inadequate as a pro football venue. The Packers
compensated by playing half their home schedule, three games, in East High School where they
could seat more paying spectators. NFL club owners threatened to force a move
of the franchise to Milwaukee
unless a new stadium was built in the club's home city. Milwaukee
renamed Lambeau Field in 1965 shortly after the death of E. L.
"Curly" Lambeau, the team's cofounder and long-time coach. When I
first saw it in 1957, there wasn't a bad seat in the place. It was a perfectly
symmetrical oval, although one end zone was open and the other had only a few
rows of seats. No one had to peer around posts or watch the game from a nook or
cranny with their view partially obscured.
The Packers' home field was a great place to watch football, and it
still is. Initially, the stadium seated 32,150. People were amazed that a city
of 50,000 would support a sports structure that big. Green Bay
|Our tour group traveled way up to view the big picture.|
When I revisited the place with our son Lee last week, more than a half century after opening day, many expansions and major renovations had altered Lambeau Field. The most recent, a huge $295 million project, was getting a few finishing touches. The good features of the original structure were intact, but a whole lot of improvements were in place. The seating capacity had been increased to 80,978, second highest of the 31 NFL stadiums (two
teams share a stadium). Some people
are amazed that a city whose population now is 104,868 supports a sports structure
that big. New York
Packers fan support is legendary. Every game since 1960 at Lambeau Field has been sold out. At the moment, more than 105,000 are on the waiting list to buy a season ticket (yes, that is several hundred more than
's population). Only about 100 season tickets are
not renewed each year. So if you got on the waiting list right now, you could
expect your chance to buy a ticket to arrive in about 955 years. One might
think the Packers would be eager to cash in on that kind of demand, but they
keep the faith with their fans. Ticket prices are average for the NFL, 17th in
the 32-team league. Green
One of the good things present last week that wasn't there in 1957 was our tour guide, Dave Devenport. Dave and I attended the same high school in northern
We were teammates on the school baseball team, and also played together one
summer as teenage boys with and against men in our county baseball league. That's
all our athletic backgrounds have in common. Wisconsin
Dave was a star performer in baseball, basketball, and football, the only sports our school offered. He earned multiple MVP, Captain, and All-Conference honors. Dave played football and baseball at the
of Wisconsin-- Stevens
Point before transferring to the UW flagship campus at to join the Badgers'
football program. Unfortunately, a knee injury prematurely ended his athletic
Dave is a member of the Athletic Hall of Fame in our hometown. The only way I'll get into a hall of fame is to buy a ticket! I fully intend to do that next year at Lambeau Field (see photo at the end of this post).
Our tour guide added to his football knowledge in years of observing the Packers scene. He worked his way up in a 35-year career at the Green Bay Press-Gazette, as a reporter, state and city editor, sportswriter, and finally news editor. Along the way, Dave served as a NFL statistician for the Packers for 23 years. He comes fully equipped with a lot of interesting Packers stories and reliable numbers. Our tour with Dave and his genial partner guide, Grant Turner, was entertaining and informative. It should have been; Dave has been guiding tours at Lambeau for 15 years and Grant has been at it 18 years.
A tour starts at Lambeau every half-hour from 10:15 a.m. to 4 p.m. most days throughout the year. We paid $37 total for a senior and adult ticket. A day later, Lee and I paid nearly three times that for a far less interesting and much lower quality tour at Taliesin, the estate of famous architect Frank Lloyd Wright.
Our 16-member group assembled in the new Lambeau Atrium at 10:15. Dave started us off with some get-acquainted questions, working our information into statistics about tours and observations as to why the Atrium and we were there.
Dave said Lambeau has hosted a million tour visitors since 2003 when the present tour program began. They came from every state in the
other countries. Many, but not all, had some interest in American football, but
they weren't necessarily Packers fans. Our group included men and women from
six states, and one born in U.S. .
Fans of the Dallas Cowboys, Pittsburgh Steelers, and Detroit Lions were
Lee and I each own one share of Green Bay Packers stock. So did three others in our group. "Where else can you take a tour with owners?" Dave asked.
|We rested in a Skybox; Dave kept on working.|
About 300,000 people are shareholders in the non-profit corporation. The Packers are the only major professional sports team in the
owned by its fans. The
shareholders get no dividends and can't gain by selling their holdings; profits
are plowed back into the physical facilities and personnel compensation. U.S.
Unlike the other franchises, the Packers have no billionaire owner. Their shareholder rules prohibit any individual from gaining control. "That's why this Atrium is here and why we sold you a tour ticket today--we need the money." Dave said. "There's no way we could compete with big spenders running teams in big cities with just the income from television revenue and ticket sales for eight home games a year."
The Packers have done a good job developing things at Lambeau to create a diversified attraction. The Atrium, attached to a corner of the stadium, is open to the public 365 days a year. The giant structure includes the Packers Hall of Fame, the 21,500 square foot Pro Shop, a first-class restaurant (Curly's Pub), and a main floor patterned after a football field that can be used to host conventions and large business meetings or other gatherings. Those who want to get married at Lambeau Field, as 40 couples did last year, can arrange a reception for a few hundred of their close acquaintances. The first day Lee and I visited the Atrium it was set up for a dinner group of several hundred. The next day, the tables were gone and the floor open for other activities.
We visited the Pro Shop before our tour. It recently reopened after a remodeling that doubled its size. It looks like a large department store, with merchandise for sale ranging from the famous cheeseheads in several sizes to a portable picnic table complete with Packers logos. Some high-end apparel is available without Packers identification for visitors who may favor other teams.
The Lambeau Field area was quiet during our stay in a motel within easy walking distance--the annual stockholders meeting, always attended by thousands, was two days away and the opening of training camp nearly a week ahead. Yet, the Pro Shop was crowded with visitors snapping up goods. That kind of activity helped the Packers take in $136.4 million in local revenue last year, ninth best in the NFL. That's remarkable for an organization in a small market that has not sold its stadium name for millions of advertising dollars and holds average ticket prices down.
Massive changes in the stadium and areas nearby have contributed to the Packers rosy financial picture. The relatively small, compact oval surrounded by farm fields I visited in 1957 is no more. An Associated Press writer this week said of Lambeau Field and environs, "the franchise has bought up land, razed nearby houses, and expanded its stadium more than 20 stories into the sky as part of what can only be described as massive physical growth."
The skyward expansion refers to a development in the south end zone that added 7,000 seats in four levels and rises 232 feet into the air (about the height of a 21-story office building). Complete with a huge "G" on the roof, Lambeau Field can be seen from miles away. From a new observation terrace at the roofline, our tour group could see major structures in
and locate De Pere and other suburban areas. De
Pere is about 5 miles away. Green
"Skyboxes" provide outstanding views of the field and good financial returns for the Packers. Each holds 16 or 20 people. Our group visited one of the larger ones and took a sit-down break while guide Dave held forth with a stunning panorama of the field for background. If a skybox was available in one of the best locations for a prime regular season game, an unlikely situation, our group could lease it for around $14,000 (food and drink extra).
For something really plush, and also probably not available, it's sometimes possible to lease one of 168 luxury suites for the season for a mere $85,000. Most of those are taken by corporations, but about a fourth are leased by individuals, a few of whom are Packers players. Luxury suites have their own bars and kitchens, and the owners can play host in them every day during their lease period if they choose.
"High-class" could apply to luxury boxes and other refinements, but we think it pretty well sums up everything about Lambeau Field and the Atrium. Lee is a stickler for quality in his stained glass art business. I was surprised by how many times during our visit he marveled at the expert construction and the way a special feeling was created by designs and decorations. I shared his appreciation for the high-quality ambience of the place.
Isn't a walking tour of a facility that covers 2.1 million square feet on many levels a bit taxing? Not at all. Most of the time we traveled by elevator with stops to rest in the Skybox, Champions Lounge, and, finally, the lowest level some 25 feet below ground. We ventured out onto the playing field to learn how grass (don't step on it, Dave cautioned) grows in December with the aid of a sophisticated heating system. It was an awesome feeling to look up at the names of famous players and dates of championships that ring the stadium.
Twenty-two Packers are in the Pro Football Hall of Fame in
In my newspaper days, I had lengthy conversations with two of them. Of course,
they also are in the Packers Hall of Fame with 130 other stars. The Packers
hall was closed during our visit as a major remodeling was being completed.
I want to know how those two famous guys I met so long ago are portrayed in the
hall. Lee and I have a 2015 return trip to Lambeau already in the planning
stages to satisfy my curiosity. Canton, Ohio
Well, after all, many of us have visited big stadiums and we can get a lot of information about football teams on the internet. Why should anyone bother going to Lambeau Field and paying for a tour? Because you have to be there to have your small group's "Go, Pack, Go" cheer clearly heard by other tourists far below you on the field. And you must be there to hear Lambeau Field answer you back. You also can't use a computer to match the experience of walking out onto the field through the tunnel so many great pro players have trotted through for a half century, while astute tour managers play recorded roars of a Lambeau crowd to urge you on.
|What a coincidence! Names of two of the finest players in NFL history I met years ago are side-by-side high above Lambeau Field turf. In 2015, Lee Klade and I will return to learn how the Packers Hall of Fame tells their stories.|
There's a lot to take in at Lambeau Field that is available nowhere else. And the Packers need your money. Go there, and perhaps you can coax Dave Devenport or another expert tour guide into telling you how "God" told superstar defensive player Reggie White to go to Green Bay when White was a free agent courted by almost every team in the league. "God" was right. It's a good place to go to.
Friday, July 25, 2014
|The SS Badger leaving Ludington harbor. (photo from the ship's web page)|
Our son Lee and I needed a road trip from our Michigan homes to Wisconsin.
Lee had business to do near
Madison with a gallery displaying some of his
stained glass art. I had a bucket list item to attend to--a visit to Green Bay to get a look
at Lambeau Field after several hundred million dollars in renovations and
expansions since I last was there to see a Packers game about 40 years ago. We
decided it would be fun to go the old fashioned way, with a 60-mile voyage
across Lake Michigan aboard the SS Badger.
A "road trip" on a boat? Among other SS Badger trivia is the fact that it officially is part of U.S. Highway 10, linking the eastern and western sections of the route. We were amused by the highway sign displayed prominently on the ship, and thought it was a joke--a bit of research proved it wasn't. Another thing sets the Badger apart from other ferries; it is the only vessel registered as a historical site by two states.
The Badger is the last large coal-burning steamship in the
United States, where many once sailed the Great Lakes and other waterways. It and a sister ship,
the SS Spartan, were built in 1952 in a Wisconsin
shipyard and launched the next year.
are "Badgers," so perhaps the sister ship was named just to even
things up in cross-lake traffic. "Spartans" represent University
in athletics. The SS Spartan was retired from service in 1979 and now rests in
the harbor at Michigan State University , near the dock used by the Badger,
serving only to supply replacement parts for its sister ship. Ludington, Michigan Michigan comes out on top in daily
operations, however. The Badger runs on eastern time; Wisconsin is in the central time zone. Michigan also has the
upper hand financially, the state collects the sales tax on all tickets.
The Badger, built with a reinforced hull, originally served as an ice breaker as well as a commercial vessel. It traveled between
Wisconsin and Michigan
year round. It is a big ship. An important use for many years was transporting
railroad cars between the two states. We saw the railroad tracks imbedded in
the floor of the hold where now only motor vehicles are carried. The Chesapeake and Ohio
Railroad owned the ship for many years.
The need for railroad car transfers gradually declined, and in 1983 railroad interests sold the Badger. It was rebuilt and remodeled for service with an emphasis on carrying autos and passengers. However, it still has commercial uses. A huge tanker truck was driven into the hold shortly after our mid-sized sedan went aboard. A crew member said an important business for the ship is transporting oversized trucks carrying blades for giant windmills that generate electricity in new developments.
The Badger can carry 600 passengers and up to 180 vehicles. Nowadays, it runs from May 16 to Oct. 26. It travels slowly. The 60-mile trip from Ludington to
, takes about 4 hours.
But driving between those cities via the northern route that crosses the Manitowoc,
Wisconsin takes about 8 hours. Taking a
southern route through Mackinac Bridge Chicago
would keep you on the road about 7 hours, but that trip can be much longer
during rush hours.
Unless one has a fascination for gazing at unbroken stretches of sky and water, a cross-lake journey can be dull. Badger management tries to make up for this with activities similar to those offered on a grander scale by ocean liners. Food and drink is available in a large cafeteria and a smaller lounge that has a well-stocked bar. A museum room has exhibits tracing the ship's history in detail. A few of the 50 to 60 crew members are hired as entertainers. A bingo game was in progress in one large area throughout most of our trip. Children were being entertained with a variety of games.
Ours was Lee's first voyage on the Badger, and my second. We had a ball exploring the old ship and agreed running our road trip over the waves was a good idea.
The conclusion of the trip was to be another lake crossing, which would be a first for both of us. We planned our return to
Michigan via the Lake
Express, a much newer ferry than the
Badger that sails from Milwaukee to Muskegon and beats the
older ship's travel time by about an hour and a half. Beautiful wife Sandy has
traveled on the Express many times, and highly recommended it.
The phone call came when we were about five miles from the
"We're sorry, but we have high winds and waves on the lake, and passengers
wouldn't be comfortable. Our remaining trip today is cancelled."
Oh yes, several of the various descriptions of the SS Badger claim because of its size and design it seldom cancels a trip due to bad weather. We thought about that several times as we sat motionless on
Chicago expressways or in countless construction zones in Indiana.
I phoned the Badger office today to check. "Did you folks cancel any of your trips on Wednesday?"
"Oh, no. We made all crossings on schedule."
Apparently, the grand old lady of The Great Lakes still has some good sailing in her and even can outdo a younger upstart sometimes.
Thursday, July 17, 2014
Oh, they sailed out from
and were not far from shore England
When the rich refused to associate with the poor.
So they put them down below where they'd be the first to go.
It was sad when the great ship went down.
--from a version of "The Titanic"
Oh yes, the guys with the big bucks have long known how to place themselves in the safest possible positions. And they sometimes did it by making those less fortunate more susceptible to disaster. It therefore is strange that the moneyed classes could have gotten it so wrong when modern airliners became the travel vehicles of choice.
Many years ago, I heard mutterings about relative safety in airliner seating, so the idea is nothing new. The smokers exiled to the rear of the plane sometimes joked about it with observations such as, "The smoke may be doing us in, but if we crash we're in the catbird seats."
Safety and seating locations, however, never became much of an issue. But now that could change. The question popped up in a latest issue of AARP The Magazine. The AARP publication has huge readership, so we may assume the word will get around, and be relayed to those who can afford to travel in style. Here's the item:
"In 2007, Popular Mechanics published an analysis of 36 years worth of airline seating charts and 20 accidents, back to 1971. The numbers were decisive. Passengers sitting behind the wings had a 69 percent survival rate in an accident. Folks sitting over or in front of the wings had a 56 percent rate (first class was lowest, at 49 percent.)"
Wealthy folks fully understand 20 per cent differences. How long to you think it will be before first class is relocated to the tail sections of planes?
Friday, July 11, 2014
Today is the eighth anniversary of this blog. No national, or local, celebrations were held.
Some fairly accurate calculations indicate more than 400 little stories have been posted since July 11, 2006. Some of them have been read. Some very nice people have been met in cyberspace. Those are good enough reasons to continue.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
I thought oldsters were overreacting when they moaned about the way many of today's younger adults address their elders. That was before a recent trip to my credit union.
|I may be cute, but I'm not your honey|
It should not be difficult for juniors to use more respectful tried and true salutations when speaking to older people. "Ma'am" seems acceptable for older women. I feel good about a "Sir" applied to my geezerly presence. A snappy salute also would be nice, but that would be overkill and is not recommended.
While waiting for respect to return to polite discourse, which may be a long wait, I'm planning a counterattack. However, so far it's a tough decision whether to respond to unwanted terms of endearment with "Darling" or with "Sweetheart."