“When
this world turns its back on you
Hang
in and do that sweet thing you do
Roll
with it.” Steve Winwood
On heavy rotation on my CD player are Steve Winwood, Don
Henley, Weezer, INXS, and The 1975.
“Roll with It” (1988) leads off with the title song and also contains
two favorites from the blue-eyed soul brother, “Holding On” and “Don’t You Know
What the Night Can Do.” I also love
Winwood’s compilation album “Chronicles” (1987), which includes “Arc of a
Diver” and “Valerie.” Before going solo,
Winwood, born in Birmingham, England in 1948, was in the Spencer Davis Group,
Traffic, and Blind Faith.
I rolled a 450 despite just four strikes in three
games. Opponent Sharon Fisher finished
with a 205 and has the women’s high series for the year, 669. Several bowlers had read my “Region Proud” NWI Times column, including Dennis
Cavanaugh, a Gary Horace Mann grad and mutual admirer of Region historian Tom Higgins. Around my
age, Dennis may have had future IUN Chancellor Peggy Elliott for English or known
1960 valedictorian and Nobel Prize economist Joseph Stiglich.
above, Dave Lane; below, Becca, James and Toni at Sectionals
IU clinched the Big Ten championship with a thrilling victory
at Iowa. Radio sports jock Les Grobstein noted that five Indiana teams will
likely be in the NCAA tournament (IU, Purdue, Notre Dame, Butler, and
Valparaiso) but none, pathetically, from Illinois. High school sectionals are underway, and on
the first day Valparaiso upset top-ranked Region powerhouse Merrillville, then
lost to Crown Point. East Chicago
Central defeated Munster to avenge last year’s loss and Lowell, who had beaten
them a month ago. Dave announced the
Sectional final and granddaughter Becca sang the National Anthem.
Former student Jim Daubenheyer, doing research in the
Archives, said he still bowls and was in the stands when Crown Point upset
Merrillville. He told me about a wild
finish posted with this description on YouTube (CHS Buzzer beater!!! 2-19-16) by
Nickanator86:
Down by 3 (54-57)
against our rival, Valparaiso High School, Rhyss Lewis of Chesterton is fouled
while shooting a three. He misses the first free throw but makes the second. He
misses the third on purpose, the ball bounces around for a bit, and ends up in
the hands of Antwan Beeks. Beeks drains the buzzer-beater three for the win, 58-57.
Roy Juarez at IUN
Dave and Spanish teacher Veronica Garcia brought 40 Hispanic
E.C. Central students to IUN for a METAS Conference. The initials stand for motivate, educate, termina
(graduate), alcanza (achieve), and sueña (dream). Five other area schools also
participated. Dave alerted me that the
keynote speaker, Roy Juarez. Jr., was fantastic, and he did not
disappoint. In Savannah Auditorium he told
of being homeless at age 14 and using all the charm he could muster to find shelter
for his nine year-old brother and two year-old sister. He eventually graduated from Hardin-Simmons
University in Abilene, Texas through a series of fortunate, unlikely
circumstances. Juarez urged the seniors
not to be a victim, not to settle for merely being a survivor, but mentor
others. He spoke movingly of his mother,
molested as a child and then married to an abusive man whose grasp she finally
escaped. Juarez held the students’
attention; indeed tears flowed; afterwards he interacted warmly with all those
who wished to speak to him. On his
Homeless By Choice website Juarez advised never giving up, adding: “Our darkest moments are the birthplace of
our greatest victories.”
At lunch in Moraine student union Admissions director
Dorothy Frink talked with several of Dave’s brightest students and told
Jessica, who has been admitted to IUN in the Fall, that once she becomes an
American citizen in October, scholarship opportunities would be available. Interacting with students were Dean Pat
Bankston, Geology professor Kristin Huysken, and Math profs Axel Schulze-Halberg
and Vesna Kilibarda. Joining Dave, Veronica,
Dorothy Frink, and me, Bankston told two of Dave’s tennis players about the
variety of meaningful opportunities in Health and Human Sciences, including
social work and environmental affairs. In the past the METAS event took place
at Purdue Cal, but, thanks to Diversity director James Wallace and others, IUN
snagged it and put on a good showing.
Nephew Bobby Lane linked me to a YouTube video of Chris
Stapleton’s “Tennessee Whiskey.” I’m not
a big country music fan but dug the Kentucky native’s bluesy twang, reminiscent
of Leon Russell and bluegrass roots that make for an intriguing musical
blend. On a recent Saturday Night Live Stapleton sang “Nobody to Blame” from the album
“Traveler.” It goes:
She
took down the photograph
Of
our wedding day
Ripped
it down the middle
And
threw my half away
And
I got nobody to blame but me.
She
broke all my fishing rods
Put
my guns in hock
Threw
my clothes out in the yard
And
changed out all the locks
And
I got nobody to blame but me
I
got nobody to blame but me
[Chorus:]
I
know right where I went wrong
I
know just what got her gone
Turned
my life into this country song
And
I got nobody to blame but me.
She
fired up my old hot rod
Ran
it in the pond
Put
sugar in my John Deere
I
can’t even mow my lawn
And
I got nobody to blame but me.
She
built her a bonfire
With
my old six string
Took
all my good whiskey
And
poured it down the drain
And
I got nobody to blame but me.
For Steve McShane’s Indiana History class Emma Lynn wrote
about Bernice and Al Govorchian. They
reside in the Valparaiso Rittenhouse, where Emma is a Certified Nurse
Assistant.
Bernice Grakey was
born in Gary Methodist Hospital in 1928. Her parents, Ursula and John, were
from Lithuania. Her father left Russia illegally when 16. After fighting in
World War 1, John hired in at U.S. Steel Mill because, in his words, “that’s what everyone did, that is where the
paychecks were at.” During the Great
Depression John was fortunate he had a very good job at the mill. Bernice’s
parents lived in a two-story apartment and at one time rented out the first
floor, she claims, to future Oscar winner Karl Malden.
An only child. Bernice
attended Spaulding Elementary in Gary and later Lew Wallace. She attended IUN
for two years, then completed her teaching degree in Bloomington, graduating in
1951. She taught first grade at Riley Elementary in Glen Park for 5 years and
kindergarten until her retirement.
Bernice’s first
husband, Ted Collins, worked for Hubbell Electric. They had one daughter, Sue,
and then Ted died suddenly. Bernice next dated a man who worked at a technology
building in Valparaiso. She recalled: “He brought over this box, plugged it in,
and had us looking at this little TV and two practically naked men wrestling
each other!”
At Riley Bernice met her
second husband, Principal Alfred Govorchian.
Al, also an only child, was from Indiana Harbor, and his father,
nicknamed “Sam the Man,” was a lifer at Inland Steel. Al played basketball and baseball at East
Chicago Washington, graduated from IU in 1955, got drafted, and was an army
medic. A widower whose first wife
Delores died of cancer at age 36, Al, like Bernice, had a daughter, Susan.
Now married for 40
years, Al and Bernice reminisced about their years at Riley. One kid nicknamed Fat Eddy threw a fit every
day his mother dropped him off. She’d
take off running and Eddy would chase her.
This was an ongoing thing; I tried everything and then asked Al if he had
a solution. Al came to the classroom one
morning and when Eddy began his fit, Al wrapped both arms around him. Eddy just screamed and kicked like there was
no tomorrow and ripped Al’s tie right off his suit.
Another student was
so smart but lazy; he never wanted to do work.
One day Bernice asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up. The boy
replied, “Mrs. Collins I want to be
clean,” meaning he wanted to dress nice, live well, and stay clear of the
police - easier said than done. Bernice
later learned that the boy got in trouble with the law.
Govorchian family pictures
After they retired
Al and Bernice bought two condos, one in the Florida Keys and the other in
Chesterton. Bernice explained. “We went to Florida six months out of the
year starting in October. Last year was the first time I saw snow in 25 years.” Al added, “I
loved deep sea fishing; I would meet with a bunch of people on a boat and we
would fish for hours. I also did a lot of lobster fishing.” Bernice
interjected, “Once the girls graduated
and moved out I like to say I sold the kitchen.” Al smartly added, “You sold the bedroom, too.” We all
laughed for a solid 15 minutes. They went on numerous cruises and family
trips. “We were a very fortunate family,” Bernice said.
Sand Creek condo board approved allocating $3,000 for pruning
dead branches and, in one case, cutting down an entire tree. A day later Roger Getz and crew arrived for
work, important to accomplish while the trees are still dormant. It looked to be a family enterprise. Leo Rondo, called, worried about his plum
tree. Getz assured me that it was safe.
NWI
Times guest columnist John Hodson, President of Kankakee Valley
Historical Society, wrote about “river rat” Harry Nusbaum (1887-1980), a petty
criminal who in later life built a shack at Baum’s Bridge. Hodson wrote about a ceremony near Baum’s
Bridge A wildlife conservation group,
according to Mark Miller, was releasing a previously injured hawk to the
swampland.
It was a big deal. After a speech or two, they opened the cage
and let the bird loose. It flew maybe a
hundred yards or so down the river and BOOM!
Harry had his dinner.
Descending to the basement, I missed the last step and fell,
leaving rug burns on my left elbow and knee and a sore back. After a similar mishap, we put a different
colored throw rug at the bottom, but I had moved it in anticipation of the
cleaners’ visit and failed to put it back.
I’m too old to be so negligent and fortunate to escape without more dire
consequences. Visiting my trusty
chiropractor Manuel Kazanas, I learned he is soon retiring. Bummer.
Driving north on I-65, I saw a billboard touting IUN as “The Region’s University” with the
slogan, “Fulfilling the Promise.”
On the news: an off-duty police officer got stabbed in the
head while working security at a Chicago South Side tow yard. The victim was IUN patrolman Edward
Morrison. Interim chief Wayne James
released this statement: “The department
was shocked and saddened this morning to hear of this news about Officer
Morrison, but we are all very relieved that he’s been released from the
hospital and that the investigation into his attack is promising. His physical
injuries could have been much worse and we are all hopeful and positive about
his continued recovery.”
Steve Rushin’s Sports
Illustrated column on strange names quipped that O.J. Mayo could be a short
grocery list and that East Chicago native E’Traun Moore, now starting for the
Chicago Bulls could be an ad for Lay’s potato chips (“Eat one more”).
Answers in a Jeopardy category, “Born in the 1860s,”
included Cannonball Express train conductor Casey Jones and Philadelphia A’s
owner and manager Connie Mack.
The Halberstadt family is at Universal Orlando in Florida. Cancer victim Robin is rolling with the
punches better than I possibly could. Regarding
the photo, taken by Jef, son Charles posted: “Ignore Robin’s lack of a smile.
She’s having fun, just cold.”
Demonstrating courage and resilience, that’s the
Robin I taught 35 years ago and wanted to get to know better. Then hubby Jef signed up for my Sixties
course.
Sunday Alissa dropped in on her way home to Grand Rapids
after visiting her mom (Beth) in Carmel.
She announced that her job at Grand Valley State will take her to
Istanbul and then Tanzania, a very poor East African country formed a
half-century ago from the previous British colonies of Tanganyika and Zanzibar. Alissa hopes to go on a safari photo shoot at
Serengeti National Park and visit Mount Kilimanjaro, made famous by Ernest
Hemingway. Dave, on hand for gaming with
Tom and Brady Wade, told Alissa that some East Chicago Central students were
pen pals with Tanzanian counterparts.
Cool. I urged Alissa to get the
recommended inoculations.
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