“I’ve done everything a mother can do: I’ve
locked her in her room, I’ve beat her with the car aerial. Nothing changes her. It’s hard being a loving mother.” Divine as Dawn Davenport in “Female Trouble”
(1974)
Prior to journeying
to Gardner Center for a program on Divine, I watched James bowl a 425 series at
Camelot and heard the Kings’ “Switching to Glide” on the way to IUN, where
science fair participants were sporting cool green long-sleeve shirts. I checked out Anne Tyler’s “A Spoonful of
Blue Thread” at the library and ate a McDouble with fries for $2.87, including
tax. We picked up Cheryl Hagelberg in
our old Miller neighborhood because Dick was in the orchestra pit at Memorial
Opera House playing French horn for a production of “Les Miserables.”
At Gardner Center
were a few paintings left over from last week’s hugely successful “Found Art
Show Benefit” that featured abstracts by William Kazlauskis found posthumously
in his basement and donated by the family estate. Greeting us were Robin Rich and Rebecca
Hanscom. On Trivia Night at Temple
Israel Rebecca, one of the judges, had worn a Flying Monkey costume. Kay Rosen, commenting on a recent Saturday Night Live anniversary show,
remembered that I’d first introduced her and Bud to the long-running sketch
comedy show. Steve Spicer was with Julie
Jackson, former chair of IUN’s Performing Arts Department, who still owns a
home in Miller even though she teaches at Marshall University in Huntington,
West Virginia. She’s thrown great
parties, including one to honor Roberta Wollons’s promotion to full professor.
above, John Waters and Glen Milstead; below, Milstead as Divine
Introducing “I am
Divine,” Larry Lapidus said: “Before Boy
George, before RuPaul, there was Divine, the zaftig drag diva and provocateur
who, once glimpsed, was hard to forget.
Divine expanded the concept of the drag queen from brash female
impersonator into something much larger, more subversive and less gender
specific.” The film was both
poignant and hilarious. Behind us, Al
Renslow often laughed uncontrollably. Born Harris Glenn Milstead in 1945, Divine was
bullied in school and got into drag while a women’s hairdresser. Friends with outlandish director John Waters,
he starred in such experimental films as “Mondo Trasho” (1969) and “Pink
Flamingos” (1972), as well as the mainstream hit “Hairspray” (1988). Also a ribald nightclub performer and unique
disco singer, Divine was an icon with gay communities on both coasts and
worldwide, especially in Germany and England, where “Shoot Your Shot” and “You
Think You’re a Man” became hits. He died at age 43, just before joining the
cast the TV series “Married with Children.”
Host Larry Lapidus knew
Divine during the 1980s. Once after a
party at Larry’s New York City apartment, Divine stretched out on a couch and
lit a joint. Spotting Divine nearly
asleep, Larry made him promise to stop smoking, fearing he’d start a fire. Generous to a fault, Divine frequently fell into
debt despite lucrative live gigs. He
went shopping with Lapidus to help him pick out a tuxedo and offered to buy the
most expensive outfit in the store only to discover that his credit cards were
maxed out. Larry took publicity shots of
Divine when he was seeking male roles shortly before he suffocated in his sleep
due to a huge girth and an asthmatic condition.
Infamous for allegedly eating dog shit in “Pink Flamingos” and tired of
explaining why, Divine said that most people eat shit all their lives. Divine truly enjoyed his widespread
acceptance by the end of his too-short life.
Even though we’d
seen “Les Miserables,” based on an 1862 novel by Victor Hugo, several times and
disliked the story, we went to Memorial Opera House to hear Dick Hagelberg, in
the orchestra pit with a dozen other musicians. “Les Miz” has a great score. Dick has been practicing since Christmas, at
least an hour a day at home and with intense nightly rehearsals as opening
night neared. Sunday’s matinee was the sixth of 12 show during a four-week runs. The first rate cast featured J.J. Boylan, a
Highland elementary school principal, as Jean Valjean. We celebrated Dick’s “bucket list” feat by
dining at Presto’s.
President Barack
Obama visited the Pullman neighborhood to commemorative the site’s designation
as a national monument. He used the
occasion to plug former chief of staff Rahm Emanuel, Chicago’s mayor, who’s up
for re-election. Emanuel is leading the
effort for Obama’s Presidential library Chicago to be in the “Windy City,”
where Obama was a community organizer and raised a family. Other possibilities include New York City and
Honolulu, where he grew up. Known as
Barry, he graduated from Punahou High School, located just two blocks from
where Toni and I lived 50 years ago.
A NWI Times column by Rich James declares,
“Indiana should see benefits of labor unions.”
After passing a right-to-work law and strangling public schools in order
to destroy teachers unions, Republican mossbacks are poised to kill a
decades-old prevailing wage statute. It “opens the door,” James wrote, “for out-of-state companies to use temporary
workers who are paid less and have fewer of no benefits.” For shame!
Republican mayors Jon Costas (Valparaiso) and Jim Snyder (Portage) have
even testified against the proposal. House
Democratic leader Scott Pelath declared, “I’m
looking at some of my colleagues on the other side of the aisle and I’m starting
to notice the tell-tale signs of power-drunkenness.”
Scott Pelath
“Birdman” won Academy Awards for best picture
and director; Michael Keaton deserved one, too.
Oscar highlights included Lady Gaga singing “The Hills Are Alive” from “Sound
of Music,” John Legend performing the winning song from “Selma,” and Graham
Moore, winner for Best Adopted Screenplay (for “The Imitation Game”) confessing:
“I tried to commit suicide at 16 and now I'm standing here. I
would like for this moment to be for that kid out there who feels like she
doesn’t fit in anywhere. You do. Stay weird. Stay different, and then when it's
your turn and you are standing on this stage please pass the same message
along.” Critics
have slammed “The Imitation
Game” for egregious distortions, making Alan Turing out to be a
misfit and loner, the very stereotype of a closeted homosexual.
This is the season
for “Transgender chic,” not a bad thing compared to mistreating such people as
freaks. New York and Washington Post
Magazine recently featured photo spreads, and a Sports Illustrated column entitled “A new reality,” discusses
former decathlon Olympic gold medalist Bruce Jenner’s gender transition. Married to Kris Kardashian and on “Keeping Up
with the Kardashians,” Jenner appears, wrote Alan Shipnuck, “to be redefining what is normal, before a
rapt public. His new legacy may endure
well after the gold no longer glitters.”
Reading about Jenner brought to mind Roberta Muldoon, a transsexual
former pro football player in John Irving’s “The World According to Garp.” In the 1982 film adaptation John Lithgow
played Roberta.
Post-Tribune photo by Kyle Telechan
The Post-Trib ran a front-page photo of
Alyssa Black and other roller derby hopefuls attending a “fresh meat” crash course at Camelot Lanes, Derby 101. The team, first named Region Rat Rollers, now
are the South Shore Roller Girls. Players
have nicknames, such as Candice “Hardcore Candy” Hanusin. Alyssa likes Sylvia Wrath, the psycho
poet. Friends suggested JK Brawling and
Lady MacDeath.
I told Nicole
Anslover’s class about photojournalist Margaret Bourke-White, whose photos of
women workers at U.S. Steel illustrated a 1943 Life cover story. Archivist Steve
McShane let me borrow the actual issue, which historian Lance Trusty had donated.
I also passed around my WW II “Homefront”
Steel Shavings. Born in 1904, Bourke-White grew up in
Cleveland, suffered through a brief marriage, and became friends with bisexual
First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt and lesbian
Labor Secretary Frances Perkins. Chief
photographer for Life magazine, Bourke-White
in 1937 took an iconic picture of African American victims of a flood in
Kentucky seeking relief in front of a sign touting the American way.
Bourke-White
relished overseas wartime assignments that often put her in harm’s way. One admirer gushed: “The woman who had been torpedoed in the Mediterranean, strafed by the
Luftwaffe, stranded on an Arctic island, bombarded in Moscow, and pulled out of
he Chesapeake when her chopper crashed was known to the Life staff as Maggie
the Indestructible.” With Patton’s
army she photographed Buchenwald death camp survivors and covered postwar
violence in newly independent India and Pakistan. Her photos of Mahatma Gandhi captured the
essence of that apostle of nonviolent civil disobedience. After a long struggle
with Parkinson’s disease, she died in 1971 at age 67.
Summarizing postwar
suburban affluence, Nicole Anslover concluded that America went from a front
porch to a backyard patio society. She
confessed to having won a trivia contest at an “I Love Lucy” stage show at
Chicago’s Broadway Playhouse. Her mother
was a huge fan, and they often watched reruns together. Nicole ended up with a bag full of “Lucy”
mementos for her mother. Lucille Ball
had to fight TV executives over casting Cuban-American husband Desi Arnez. In the sitcom Lucy keeps trying to have a
show business career, unlike the Happy Housewives portrayed in “Father Knows
Best,” “Leave It to Beaver,” “Ozzie and Harriet,” and “The Donna Reed Show.” Nicole referenced Patricia Arquette’s a plea
for wage equality and equal rights in
heracceptance speech for Best Supporting Actress (in “Boyhood”).
The main characters
in Anne Tyler’s “A Spool of Blue Thread” are my age. Abby is showing signs of
Alzheimer’s; Red has serious health problems, including a weak heart and near
deafness. Two sons move back to look after them, and sparks fly. Like most Anne Tyler novels the family is
both quirky and endearing, with a few skeletons in the closet. Critic Francine Prose wrote in New York Review of Books:
“Tyler’s white, middle-class characters
inhabit houses roomy enough for the discarded furniture and sentimental
detritus of earlier generations.
Courtships are conducted on front porches, neighbors besiege the
bereaved with covered casseroles, clans convene for summer vacations at the
shore. Her Baltimore, we may feel, is a
place that no longer exists, if it ever did, except in her novels. Yet her fans will recognize it instantly,
with all the satisfaction one associates with a pleasant, reoccurring
dream. It’s Brigadoon (the mysterious
Scottish village in the 1947 Lerner and Loewe musical), a place whose residents
leave rarely, often with difficulty, and sometimes at their own peril.”
I spoke to Steve
McShane’s students about Gary pioneer residents. I showed them Archives copies of Margaret
Seeley and Harry Hall’s autobiographies and Albert Anchors’ diary and read from
them. Born in western Pennsylvania, Hall was bored with an indoor desk job and
decided to start a fresh life in the new steel city in 1907, and soon got work
from a builder named Mr. Savage. He
wrote in his Autobiography:
“I hadn’t read much but what I read I remembered. One thing that stuck in my memory was the
advice of Horace Greeley: ‘Go West Young Man.’
Gary wasn’t very far West,
but it was new. I was like prairie life
and the Gold Rush.” On reaching Gary I
got off the train at a co-called station that consisted only of a boxcar. At this time there were no streets, no water,
no gas or electricity, no sewers, no telephone and no place to live except a
cot in a tent that was alive with bedbugs.
For three nights I slept in a park on one of the sandhills. I roomed with a friend in Indiana Harbor
until the Delaware Hotel opened up.
When Harry Hall
walked by the Red Light district known as the Patch on Monday mornings, he
often came up stains of human blood.
Hall wrote:
“Gary was quite wild, like the Wild West. It had little to offer in the way of
culture. Our excitement was in fights
and fires. Merchants kept guns by their
cash drawer. I saw several shootings and
a couple of ax murders. The fire
department was a bucket brigade. If a
place caught fire, it usually burned to the ground. Alarms were given by firing pistol shots.”
Turning
73, I have several role models, including bowling teammate Frank Shufran (82),
blues legend Buddy Guy (79), geologist Bob Votaw (still teaching in his
mid-seventies), and community activist Selma Bayer, who turned 90 and bragged, “I’m still hot!” She’s divine.
got phone calls from Marianne Brush and family
members, plus several dozen Facebook birthday wishes. Missy Brush included a link to Cracker’s
“Happy Birthday To me,” which includes the line: “I’m feeling thankful for the small things.”
above, Missy and Marianne Brush; below, Dave(r) with Tamiya Towns and Denzel Smith; photo by Veronica Garcia
Dave and I had a
fabulous dinner a Casa Blanca, where Jesse Villapando used to take Latino
Historical Society members after our Saturday meetings. Learning I was reading the latest Anne Tyler
novel, Dave said, “Isn’t she the one who wrote ‘Breathing Lessons’ and ‘The Accidental
Tourist?’” I gave George Bodmer Tyler’s
“Digging to America” when he was hospitalized from being struck by a car while
crossing Broadway. Dave told me he plays
poker with Donnie Hollingsworth, whose journal I published 15 years ago. I knew we were talking about the same person
when Dave said he is a fanatic IU fan. On December 1, 1999, his journal stated:
“IU is now 3-0 after beating Notre Dame
in overtime. They were up by 24 points
in the first half. I almost had a heart
attack watching the game.”
Dave announced the
basketball game between East Chicago Central and Gary’s Thea Bowman Academy and
also was in charge of music during timeouts and for the halftime show. Kawann Short, who played on the 2007 state
championship Cardinals and is a defensive tackle for the Carolina Panthers,
gave Dave a big hug. Hyron Edwards
received a trophy for being selected Indiana player of the year. Marielle Feliciano did a nice rendition of
the National Anthem. Louis Vasquez, 92
years young, was in his regular seat with scorebook in hand. I said hi at halftime. Many players had haircuts similar to Bulls
all-star Jimmy Butler, long on top and shaved at the sides.
Bowman had several
scrappy guards, but in the third quarter Central pulled safely ahead. Edwards played like a man possessed, scoring
threes at will, assisting on no-look passes, and scoring 29 points, climaxed
with a slam dunk. Junior Jermaine
Couisnard had several spectacular dunks as well. The Cardinals had 90 points with still four
minutes to go when Coach Abe Brown took out the regulars. It was a memorable night. I almost wore a Grand Valley State shirt Alissa bought for my birthday and that Phil gave me last weekend (along with one he bought of Cadillac Brewery), but the weather was too cold. I could have posed as a college scout.
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