“Don’t go changing to try and
please me
You never let me down before.”
“Just
the Way You Are,” Billy Joel
The
final request of Jeffrey Riegel, dead at age 56, was that 8 Philadelphia Eagles
serve as pallbearers at his funeral so that his favorite pro football team
could let him down one more time. I was privileged to attend the Eagles’ Last
Hurrah, the 1960 championship when they prevailed over Vince Lombardi and the Green
Bay Packers. Since then, it has been
disappointment after disappointment. But,
to paraphrase Cub fan Walter LaFeber, any team can have a bad
half-century. Philadelphia is 0-2 in
Superbowl appearances, losing to the Oakland Raiders, 27-10, in 1981 and to the
New England Patriots, 24-21, in 2005.
Down ten with six minutes to go, Donovan McNabb took over four minutes
to engineer a scoring drive but had one final chance with 46 seconds to go
before tossing a desperation pass from his own four-year line into the hands of
Patriot Rodney Harrison.
A sure
sign Fall is on the way: Fantasy Football draft day for our 8-team LANE
league. With my fourth pick, I drafted
Steelers stud wide receiver Antonio Brown.
The only Eagle on Jimbo Jammers is wide receiver Alshon Jeffery, a
former Bears who will start on the bench behind Doug Baldwin of Seattle. If the past is any indication, injuries will
play a key role. For example, my three
tight ends, Jordon Reed, Tyler Elfert, and Eric Ebron, are all questionable for
game one.
Another
harbinger of autumn: opening week of bowling.
Worried how my knee would hold up, my caution probably accounted for
having more splits than strikes. I was
pain free, at least until the endorphins wore off. Despite two poor games on my part, the
Engineers won three of seven points, barely winning series after I finally
rolled my average. Bob Robinson is
battling liver cancer, so Frank Shufran got affable Joe Piunti, a veteran of
the Wednesday evening Sheet and Tin League, to join the team.
Little Richard in 2007
In a Rock Music Studies review of “1965: The
Most Revolutionary Year in Music,” critic B. Lee Cooper argues that author Andrew
Grant Jackson neglects the mid-1950s birth of Rock ‘n’ Roll, a time when, in
his words:
The marginalized music of hillbilly cats and R&B
honkers and shouters overwhelmed traditional pop tunes. Rockabillies and doo wop groups bid farewell
to country-and-western isolation and ghettoized, chitlin’ circuit life as they
attained nation-wide acclaim for their recordings. Teenagers rejoiced at the new records. Parents and civic groups grumbled
loudly. But the musical revolution, an
integrated rebellion, reached both television and theater screens as well.
Cooper
adds that Bob Dylan was a self-proclaimed Little Richard fan, and Jimi Hendrix played
in Little Richard’s band. Before they
teamed up with Dylan, members of the Band played rockabilly numbers such as “Susie
Q” with Dale Hawkins. At age nine, David
Bowie heard “Tutti Frutti” when his dad brought the record home and later
claimed it was like hearing God. Long
before achieving commercial success, both the Beatles and the Rolling Stones
were collecting Chess LPs and devouring discs by Chuck Berry, Bo Diddley, Carl
Perkins, and Larry Williams and covering Little Richard’s “Tutti Fruiti”. Both bands opened for Little Richard in 1962,
and his organist, Billy Preston, played on several of their albums.
Originally
an ice cream flavor that contained tiny bits of candied fruit and then a
chewing gum flavor, “Tutti Fruiti” in Italian means “all fruits.” Little Richard’s original version of “Tutti
Fruiti (Oh Rutti)” was quite raunchy and contained the lyrics, If it’s tight,
it’s alright/ if it’s greasy, it makes it easy.” Specialty Records made him clean up the words
before recording it. Some claim that
instead of singing “Wop bop a loo bop a wop bam boom,” the original words at
the end of the line were “a good goddam,” but Richard claimed he never took the
Lord’s name in vain. He also came up
with this implausible story about washing dishes at a Macon, Georgia, Greyhound
bus station:
I couldn't talk back to my boss man. He would bring
all these pots back for me to wash, and one day I said, “I've got to do
something to stop this man bringing back all these pots to me to wash,” and I
said, “Awap bop a lup bop a wop bam boom, take 'em out!” and that's what I
meant at the time. And so I wrote “Tutti Frutti” in the kitchen.
Fieldhouses on "Bridge Break"
After
John and Karen Fieldhouse scored a 70.83 percent in a duplicate bridge game, Newsletter editor Barbara Walczak wrote
this blurb:
John fell in love with bridge when he was in
college and has enjoyed the game for over 50 years. He has also enjoyed teaching bridge in his
community. Karen took up bridge after
she married John some 18 years ago. Since she did not want to become a bridge
widow, she started to learn how to play bridge by taking lessons – but not from
John! Karen has enjoyed bridge ever
since.
In Steve
McShane’s class, I paired two dozen students with bridge players for their oral
history assignment. I notified some of the volunteers Tuesday at Chesterton and
Wednesday at Valparaiso. At Valpo’s Banta Center a record turnout of 18 couples
enabled director Charlie Halberstadt to employ a so-called Mitchell Movement:
North-South couples stayed at one of 9 tables as East-West couples moved a
table to the left after three hands while the boards rotated in the opposite
direction. The only drawback: we didn’t
get to play against some of my favorite pairs, including the Fieldhouses, Chuck
and Marcy Tomes, Tom and Lori Rea, and Tom and Sylvia Luekins. Opponent Donna Penn, 82, recalled Lew Wallace
principal Verna Hoke, social studies teacher Marie Edwards, and murder victim
Mary Cheever. Dee Van Bebber and I finished
fourth and naturally lingered over our mistakes more than our triumphs – in my
case, trumping with a six of Spades when I held the 8-9-10 and losing to a
seven (I knew I goofed the instant I did it).
Holding eight Diamonds, including the top three, plus a bare Ace of
Clubs and Queen of Hearts doubleton, Dee bid 6 Diamonds after I opened a Spade.
She took all 13 tricks and lamented not asking for Aces (I had two) nor bidding
the grand slam. As it turned out, nobody
else did.
Michael and EllaRose Chary
A Chary
family “Thank You” card requested that we remember Michael “with a smile and by helping others find hope and justice in this
world.” On the back was this postscript: “He was our lion.” That he truly
was. While his dad and brother were
soft-spoken, he was boisterous and intrepid and no doubt somewhat of a role
model for sister EllaRose, who after graduating from Brown University embarked
on an exciting stage and screenwriting career.
Rich Cohen
wrote a Vanity Fair article entitled “Why
Generation X Might Be Our Last, Best Hope.”
Those born between the mid-1960s and early Eighties (including sons Phil
and Dave), according to Cohen, supposedly are more realistic and anchored in common
sense than Baby Boomers or Millennials. A
Gen Xer himself, Cohen wrote:
We are the last generation to grow up with
crappy video games, with actual arcades instead of quality home consoles. If
you wanted to play, you had to leave the house and mix it up with the ruffians.
That is, we are the last Americans to have the old-time childhood, wherein you
were assigned a bully along with a homeroom teacher. Our childhood was closer
to those of the 1950s than to whatever they’re doing today. It was coherent,
hands-on, dirty, and fun.
Walter LaFeber
“Why Generation
X Might Be Our Last, Best Hope” got me thinking about something historian
Walter LaFeber, ten years my senior and supposedly part of the “Silent
Generation,” wrote in a letter congratulating me on the publication of Steel Shavings, volume 40, my so-called
retirement journal: “Ours was supposedly
the generation that never showed up. But
some of us did show up.” Born in Walkerton, Indiana, the son of a grocer
and a lifelong Cubs, fan, LaFeber treasured an autographed photo of Hall of
Famer Ernie Banks with the inscription “Keep
Going Walt.” It adorned his office
at Cornell, along with a sign warning, “Chicago Cubs Fans Parking Only.”
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