Missy and Marianne Brush
“He made too many
enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees”
Of the people who would keep us on our knees”
“The Ballad of Peter Pumpkinhead,” XTC
When he
was in high school 30 years ago, Robert Blaszkiewicz turned me on to the
British post-punk band XTC, which rarely toured because frontman Andy Partridge
often experienced uncontrollable stage fright. On Halloween WXRT played “The Ballad of Peter
Pumpkinhead,” even though its connection to All Saints Day is tenuous. Here’s my
favorite verse:
Peter Pumpkinhead put to shame
Governments who would slur his name
Plots and sex scandals failed outright
Peter merely said
Any kind of love is alright
Governments who would slur his name
Plots and sex scandals failed outright
Peter merely said
Any kind of love is alright
But he made too many enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?
Growing
up in Fort Washington, PA, I’d go Halloweening, and neighbors would beseech us
to come inside so they could guess who you were. Last night, Toni and I gave
out candy to plenty of Halloweeners in nice costumes, but nary a one was
wearing a mask. That made sense in terms
of comfort and safety, plus we could recognize kids we knew. James, however, dressed as Papyrus, a major
character in the role-playing video game Undertale.
James as Papyrus
When my
family moved to a new suburban subdivision outside Detroit in the mid-Fifties,
the houses were close together and homeowners just distributed treats without
fanfare, allowing us to really cash in.
One year, I went trick or treating with Phil and Dave in Miller as an
outlaw and received more candy than they did; maybe I seemed threatening. On isolated Maple Place, within the National
Lakeshore, we got virtually no Halloween traffic except friends who made a
special trip. When Alissa lived with us,
we’d drive her to neighborhoods in Hobart and Miller. One year it was pouring, and she really
cleaned up since few kids were out and folks felt sorry for her.
Frank Leslie's Illustrated cartoon: 1876 Republican candidates Henry Wilson, James G. Blaine,
Roscoe Conkling, Oliver Morton, Elihu Washburn
The current
issue of Indiana Magazine of History
contained A. James Fuller’s “‘A Bloody Shirt and a Pair of Ripe Ruby Lips’: Reconstruction,
Sex Scandals, and Oliver P. Morton’s Bid for the Presidency in 1876.” A wartime
governor and Radical Republican Senator, Morton once described the Democratic
Party as “a common sewer and loathsome
receptacle into which is emptied every element of treason.” The Hoosier Stalwart was a top-tier candidate
for the Democratic nomination in 1876 despite health concerns and morality
issues. Ruthless and vindictive, he was
a notorious womanizer. While governor, Morton
allegedly demanded carnal favors from a woman who sought a pardon for her
brother and seduced wives of military officers he sent to the battlefield. When
he suffered a stroke, wags claimed that the cause was a sexually transmitted
disease. Branded a lecherous scoundrel,
the Chicago Times, a Democratic
organ, ran a story headlined, “Hellish Liaisons and Attempted Seductions by
Indiana’s Favorite Stud Horse.” On the
first ballot at the Republican National Convention, nonetheless, Morton
finished second behind Senator James G. Blaine, but Ohioan Rutherford B. Hayes
emerged as the nominee on the seventh ballot.
Hayes would go on to lose the 1876 election to Samuel Tilden only to
have a coalition of Republicans and Southern Democrats concoct a backroom deal
that elevated “His Fraudulency” to the White House.
New Yorker illustration by Nick Little
On the
five hundredth anniversary of Martin Luther’s protest against the Roman
Catholic Church that sparked the Protestant Reformation, Joan Acocella’s New Yorker article “The Hammer: How
Martin Luther Changed the World” asserts that the story of his hammering the 95
Theses to the doors of Wittenberg’s Castle Church never occurred. What Luther did was send his broadside to the
local archbishop. Most theses dealt with
the odious sale of indulgences, but the most important theologically were sola fide (by faith alone as the basis
for salvation) and sola scriptura
(truth as revealed by the Bible alone).
At
Chesterton library, I checked out a Specials CD and Finn Murphy’s “The Long
Haul: A Trucker’s Tales of Life on the Road.”
I’m hoping that the author deals with gay, lesbian, and transgender
truckers and adds to what I learned from proofreading Anne Balay’s forthcoming
book. Known by the handle U-Turn, Murphy
drove an 18-wheeler nicknamed Cassidy,
carrying belongings all over America. The
memoir seems candid, witty and, of course, written from a male perspective. In
the Introduction, I learned that freight-haulers generally look down on
operators of moving vans as bedbuggers driving roach coaches and that Murphy
doesn’t buy into what he called the trucker myth:
I
don’t wear a cowboy hat, Tony Lama snakeskin boots, or a belt buckle doing free
advertising for Peterbilt or Harley-Davidson.
My moving uniform s a black cotton jumpsuit. I’m not from the South and don’t talk as if I
were. Most telling, and the other guys
can sense this somehow, I do not for a moment think I’m a symbol of some bygone
ideal of Wild West American freedom or any other half-mythic, half-menacing
nugget of folk nonsense.
In her
Sixties class, Nicole Anslover showed excerpts from Martin Luther King’s “Mountaintop”
speech and Robert F. Kennedy’s remarks to supporters in Indianapolis announcing
Dr. King’s death. I was moved to tears and wondered how many students felt a
similar emotion. When I studied at
Bucknell under historian William H. Harbaugh in 1963, an equivalent passage of
time would have been the bygone World War I era. Still, Harbaugh made the crackdown on
dissenters then seem relevant. I told
the class about driving through Washington, DC, ghettos neighborhoods within
sight of the White House that had been burned to the ground during the riots
following King’s assassination and how Gary’s Mayor Hatcher hurried back from a
meeting with President Lyndon B. Johnson to “keep
a lid” on his city.
Aaron
Davis (above), having embarked from Fort Wayne on a months-long trip to California, posted:
“This
is what an exhausted and wet bicycle tourist looks like. I'm sexy and I know
it.” He added:
Rode 113 miles over
the last two days, with over a mile of climbing, through the cold and rain of
the Kentucky autumn. Suffice to say I'm pleased with my willingness to push
myself while on the bike. On the other hand, I still have plenty of room for
growth when it comes to shunning comfort after my rides are finished. Spending
too much money on motels. What can I say? I like showers and beds and
electricity. Crazy, right? Anyway, I could wax philosophical about how I should
feel regarding how I do feel, but I need to go to bed. Riding to mammoth cave
national park tomorrow, where I'll camp one or two nights. Then probably to
Nashville. Oh, I reached the 500-mile mark today, on day 15 of my tour. Not too
shabby.
Lane Family Album
above, Angie; below, Becca and James as Papyrus
Miranda's family at Parkview Elementary party
Dave with Jennifer Nemier and Nayeli Arredondo Guerra
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