“See see rider, where did you stay last night?
Lord, Lord, Lord
Your shoes ain’t buttoned and your clothes don’t fit you
right
You didn’t come home till the sun was shining bright.”
Ma Rainey, “See
See Rider Blues"
I’m ashamed to say I couldn’t get the NY Times puzzle answer to the clue “1957 Chuck Willis Hit,” even
though Toni had filled in the first and last two letters. Of course, it was “C.C. Rider,” which
inspired the Stroll dance craze. First
recorded by Ma Rainey in 1925, over the years dozens of artists have covered
it, from Lead Belly and Big Bill Broonzy to Peggy Lee and Janis Joplin. The Orioles put out a doo-wop version in
1952, Elvis sang it on his “Aloha from Hawaii” special, and it was part of
Mitch Ryder and the Wheels’ “Jenny Take a Ride” medley covered by Bruce
Springsteen at a 1980 No Nukes concert.
I started on our Christmas cards. We have over a hundred free ones, as well as
ample return address labels from such groups we support as Greenpeace and the
National Wildlife Federation. I wanted
to use a photo of us at the Indiana Historical Society Museum, but Toni didn’t
like how she looked since she had a cold when it was taken. So we’re going with one of me holding the
framed Riker Award citation.
IU Northwest’s semi-annual Retirement Reception honored
policeman Juan Gonzales, English professor William Buckley, and Nursing
professor Linda Rooda. Buckley skipped
the event, as did the entire English Department, but I decided I’d like to read
two of his poems I used in Shavings
issues. Chancellor Lowe thought that was
a great idea as a follow-up to his remarks, so, labeling him the Calumet
Region’s Poet Laureate,” I recited “Backlit: Lake Michigan 2003” fro “Ides of
March” and “We Have Our Nights” about Crown Point Courthouse Square in August
1990 from “Shards and Midden Heaps.” Describing
rollerbladers “flying down Main,” Buckley wrote: “Our boys lean for the wind, circle round a gingerbread courthouse on
wheels like birds around the lawn, and cop cars cool their engines by the
Triple Play Saloon.”
I considered reading “Night Shift,” about steelworkers
with faces orange from the flames of the forgings as boiling in the acid-baths
are tank plates and “chrome for fat Lincolns.”
The poem references night shift workers throwing back beer in taverns
afterwards while the “deep pockets” of corporate bosses and their political
lackeys “are lined with your blood.”
Good old Buckley, but so like him to be a no-show at his own retirement
reception.
Juan Gonzales served as a Gary cop for 20 years before
joining the IUN force 20 years ago.
Another veteran spoke about how he initially thought of “Gonzo” (Juan’s
nickname) as an old guy but after observing him work out amended that to
“strong old guy.” Juan worked the evening
shift and was always friendly when I’d see him on campus near the end of a
day. The Nursing Division had another
party for Linda Rooda, but several folks paid tribute to her, including son
David, an attorney at the Lake County prosecutor’s office who will be teaching
a SPEA course about environmental law on campus in the spring. Mike Certa
mentioned Linda’s husband John, who passed away in 2010 and had served for
almost 30 years as Ross Township Trustee.
I recall seeing Linda and her family at numerous IUN basketball games,
and on December 31, 2007, they, like us, were at an IU Alumni Association event
at Buffalo Wild Wings, as IU played in the Insight Bowl against Oklahoma
State. Although the Hoosiers got
slaughtered, we had fun playing trivia games.
The reception food was heavy on meat (Swedish meatballs,
chicken wings, crab cakes) but also contained egg rolls, veggies, fruit, and
cake, so I’m not complaining. Pat
Bankston mentioned that he and Margaret Skurka (looking very fit and
attractive) were now two of the oldest faculty in Health and Human
Services. A baby boomer, born in 1946,
Pat mentioned that his dad was in North Africa when Truman ordered an atomic
bomb dropped over Hiroshima or might have been shipped to the Pacific for an
invasion of Japan. After I questioned
the necessity of a second bomb so quickly launched against the city of
Nagasaki, the subject turned to the firebombing of Dresden and “Slaughterhouse
Five.” It turns out Vonnegut is one of
Bankston’s favorite writers.
During the night I bit the left side of my mouth. I hate when I do that. What was I dreaming about? Food? The
pain woke me up. “Oh, shit,” I thought,
“that’s going to bother me for the next week.”
Andrew Hurley’s chapter on diners in his excellent social
history of postwar consumer culture “Diners, Bowling Alleys and Trailer Parks,”
opens with mention of the Chuck Wagon Diner on Ridge Road that had become Owner
George Yonko got the inspiration while working at Continental Foundry in East
Chicago during World War II. When his
shift ended at 11 p.m., he’d often stop for a hamburger at a small lunch car
near his plant that was packed with mill workers. In 1945 he bought an abandoned dining car
near Broadway in Gary and came up with the name from a friend who sketched
covered wagons. At first his clientele
was mainly male factory workers, but within a few years he expanded his
business, moving to a larger lot two blocks to the west and emphasizing booths
rather than counter service and special kiddie meals to attract middle-income
families. During the 1950s Yonko met
Colonel Sanders at a restaurant convention and added his chicken recipe to the
menu items. Hurley wrote: “If the prewar diner had functioned as a
scrappy adjunct to the factory, the postwar variant (until eclipsed by the
national restaurant chains) would cultivate its identity as a tidy and inviting
extension of the happy suburban home.”
Hurley interviewed Yonko in 1994; like so many white ethnics (his
parents were Romanian immigrants), he had moved away from Glen Park in the
mod-60s and was living in Macon, Mississippi. By the 1970s it had morphed into Miner-Dunn,
a place where the four of us often had dinner, which came with ice cream
sherbet. Driving by 315 W. Ridge on the
way to IUN, I saw no evidence the restaurant had ever been there.
The Holiday Reception for Faculty and Staff, normally held
at noon in the Savannah gym, was in the conference center at 2 p.m. In the past Garrett Cope had booked first-rate
entertainment, such as choral groups from Gary schools, and administrators had
sometimes dressed in holiday costumes.
It had been an opportunity to greet retired staff members such as Mae
Walker and Joanne Hurak and emeritus faculty such as Bill Neil and Jack
Gruenenfelder. Things were scaled back this year – finger food, not turkey and
trimmings, albeit good finger food - but
it still was fun. I chatted with
retirees Leroy Peterson (Math) and Bill Lee (Admissions) and historians Chris
Young and David Parnell, among others.
The Obama administration is edging closer to intervening
in the Syrian civil war. First came
warnings we would not tolerate the use by the Assad regime of chemical
weapons. Now Obama is granting
recognition to a coalition of Syrian rebels and charging that Assad’s forces
have fired Scud missiles at enemy targets.
While some 40,000 civilians have died in the past two years, it is naïve
to expect that the rebels will support democracy, religious toleration or equal
rights for women or even be pro-American.
George Rogge and Susan Rutsen hosted a 12/12/12 party like
they had on 10/10/10 and 11/11/11. They
live in a fabulous house on Vigo built by Pat Lee atop a sand dune near the
lake and invited local authors plus many Millerites. Several folks asked what I was working on,
and I mentioned an article on Gary Nobel Laureates Paul Samuelson and Joseph
Stiglitz. I told Dolly Millender about
lecturing on Vivian Carter and Vee-Jay Records.
She knew Vivian well and lamented that the company didn’t have qualified
financial accountants. After I quoted
YJean Chambers that Vivian went from rags to riches to rags in ten years time,
Dolly repeated Vivian’s mother once said, “She started in my basement and ended
up in my basement.”
Beforehand, I looked up interesting things that happened
on December 12 and came up with these.
In 1800 Washington D.C. became the nation’s capital. In 1899 George Bryant patented the wooden
golf tee. In 1957 Jerry Lee Lewis
married his 13 year-old cousin Myra. In
2000 the Supreme Court released its 5-4 decision that gave the election to
George W. Bush. George asked guests to
comment of the date, and Karren Lee explained that so many couple were getting married
because 1 stood for males and 2 for females; thus the numbers being together
three times could signify good fortune for the their future together. I took Rogge my latest Shavings issue, but he already had it as well as several others. He’s in it in connection with a program about
Gary last year at the Aquatorium where he played Mayor George Chacharis with a
fake nose and glasses. Karren Lee was
Simone de Beauvoir. Rogge’s library spanned two floors and included numerous
books about his political hero, Teddy Roosevelt. Four of Corey Hagelberg’s art pieces were on
the walls.
A comely young woman behind the kitchen counter turned out
to be “Merciless” Mary McGee, a lightweight boxer whose record in 20-0. She’s managed by Rogge’s company, One in a
Million, Inc. Jim Spicer and I discussed
Lincoln and Jefferson with former mayor Scott King. I mentioned that when Lincoln’s funeral train
passed through Pennsylvania, both James Buchanan and Thaddeus Stevens paid
homage to the slain leader who had once differed greatly from them. King told of being in a restaurant in Memphis
and seeing a century-old photo of the black proprietor and his fair-skinned
wife. He was shocked that an interracial
marriage would have been tolerated there.
I speculated that just as some African Americans “passed” as Caucasians,
some whites, such as geological explorer Clarence King, “passed” as mulattos in
order to live with black spouses. King
had a humorous anecdote about rotund former Bears coach Abe Gibron, fired in
1974 after three losing seasons. His
wife asked the Michigan City native to bring home a cooked lamb for a post-game
party at their house. By the time he
arrived home, there was hardly any meat left.
Several TV stations aired a benefit concert for victims of
Sandy featuring virtually every big rock star on the planet, starting with Paul
McCartney, the Rolling Stones, Bruce Springsteen, Kanye West, and Pearl Jam. Especially noteworthy were appearances by
Billy Joel and The Who. Roger Daltry
looked a lot like Bill Clinton. Steve
Buscemi, Nucky Thompson in “Boardwalk Empire,” did a feature with an Atlantic
City cleanup crew.
Janet Bayer posted two photos from “The Rachel Maddow Show”
blog of Larry Duncan and Randell Shepherd applying for a marriage license in
Seattle and then getting married at the First Baptist Church. “Love is a wonderful thing,” she commented. Darren Mitton wrote, “Despite what the media
tries to shove down your throats, heterosexuals, not all gay men look like
Ricky Martin and talk like Ru Paul.”
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