Showing posts with label John Applegate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Applegate. Show all posts

Monday, February 17, 2014

I'm Not Sayin'


“I can’t say I’ll always do
The things you want me to
I’m not sayin’ I’ll be true but I’ll try.”
"I'm Not Sayin', The Replacements
 Replacements
In September 2012 Paul Westerberg and Tommy Stinson of the Replacements reunited and recorded an EP entitled “Songs for Slim,” dedicated to their critically ill former band mate Slim Dunlap.  “I’m Not Sayin’ was written by Gordon Lightfoot and recorded by him in 1965, then covered by Nico during her pre-Velvet Underground days.
Fifteen of us celebrated Toni’s seventieth birthday at Sage Restaurant and then at the condo for drinks and desert.  Tom Wade, sick with the flu, was a no-show, but Darcey came with balloons.  Waiter Tony, by now a friend, greeted Toni with a hug.  When I suggested that Tony take a photo of all of us, Cheryl Hagelberg, thinking I meant Toni, exclaimed that really, she should be in the photo.  Miranda made a fantastic video of people wishing Toni Happy Birthday, not only family members but Bayers, Okomskis, and Bob, Niki, Addie, and Crosby in San Diego.

Robert Blaszkiewicz, arriving with Carrie and Max, brought me his “Best of 2013” CD that contained Parquet Court’s “Borrowed Time,” as well as great numbers by the Replacements, David Bowie, Avett Brothers, Arcade Fire, and – biggest surprise – Camper van Beethoven.  Robert wrote: “A soft spot in my heart for David Lowery because he often plays Northwest Indiana with his other band, Cracker.”  Robert also informed us that my favorite band of all time, The Shoes, are playing in May at Memorial Opera House in Valpo.  Unbelievable.  Dave’s high school band LINT used to do “Hate to Run” and reprised it at Hans Rees’ wedding.  Dave promptly went on line and purchased four tickets.
 Stormy Weather: Henry Farag, Eugene Stewart, Lynda Walla, Wilton Crump, Billy Preston
Willie Rogers

Sunday I made breakfast for our seven house guests, and then Toni and I went to the Marquette Park Aquatorium for Henry Farag’s “The Signal: A Rhapsody.”  An overflow audience was on hand, including a couple scouts from the Star plaza, and they were not disappointed. Between rousing numbers by the Spaniels, Soul Stirrers, and Stormy Weather, Henry talked about first hearing doo wop music on a crystal radio set that connected him to Vivian Carter’s WWCA radio show. All the numbers were fabulous, but Willie Rogers of the Soul Stirrers brought the house down singing “A Change is Gonna Come” and “If I Had a Hammer.”  The program had a clever drawing of a crystal radio set that Henry’s son Ryan designed.  I was in the credits as editor.  Brother Bobby Farag danced to several numbers, and at a larger venue, such as the Gardner Center, I can imagine more couples boogieing to upbeat numbers and snuggling with partners to “Goodnight, Sweetheart.”

Ron and Nancy Cohen attended “The Signal: A Rhapsody” and loved it. Henry first showed his autobiography to Ron, who suggested I edit and publish it, which I did as Steel Shavings, volume 32.

Ron alerted me to an exchange he had with Anne Balay’s nemesis, in which he said, concerning Anne and Jerry Pierce, I certainly respect your concern about publishing, but am wondering why you have worked so hard to destroy the careers at IUN of two of the most interesting faculty, who have not only published but have also been excellent teachers.”  I appreciated the sarcasm.  I have been exchanging emails with Vice President John S. Applegate, whom President McRobbie appointed to a recently created position overseeing regional campuses.  He, I believe, was party to a final meeting where Anne Balay’s tenure case was decided.  After reviewing some of the cogent reasons she deserved tenure, including the impending publication by University of North Carolina Press of “Steel Closets,” I concluded: During the 1970s, when IU President John Ryan abolished the Regional Campus bureaucracy, he expected future presidents to intervene in branch campus matters only in cases where an obvious injustice occurred.  What I fear happening is the exact opposite of what Ryan intended.  By reversing the recommendations of Vice Chancellor Malik and Chancellor Lowe, central administration, I believe, is placing in jeopardy IU's reputation for championing diversity and academic freedom.”  I interviewed President Ryan extensively putting together a history of IU Northwest, and he considered granting home rule to our campus and others one of his greatest accomplishments.  Thanks to Ryan, IU Northwest had two dynamic chancellors during his tenure, Danilo Orescanin and Peggy Elliott, who, save in budget matters, had Bloomington’s full support. Chancellor William Lowe deserves nothing less.
 Chancellor Danilo Orescanin with Pres. John Ryan, 1976 honorary degree recipient Frank Borman and Trustee Cerolyn Gutman; below, Chancellor Peggy Elliott with 1991 honorary degree recipients Nikki Giovanni and James Comer
Dawn Gruenenfelder held a estate sale over the weekend and invited me to take as many leftover books as I wanted.  Knowing that Mike Chirich’s brother-in-law, who has a PhD in theology, would love some religion books, I picked out a dozen or so and delivered them to Mike on Warren Street.  His road was a mess, but someone had cleared out his driveway and parking spots.  I got home just before the area was socked with another 8-10 inches of snow.  IU Northwest, I learned, closed at 1 p.m.

Dawn Gruenenfelder gave me duplicates of her dad’s writings on such subjects as freedom, truth, hope, happiness, and family.  Here’s how the latter essay begins: “A mother looks after the cleanliness of her son.  She washes him as a baby, commands him to bathe as a boy, and occasionally sends him back after checking behind his ears.  Later in his life she may admonish him and complain about his appearance.  If he becomes a slovenly youth, she may shout angrily or she may keep the peach but groan inwardly. If he is severely retarded (as was the case in several of Jack’s offspring), she will wash him for years and years.  It will no longer be fun like bathing a baby; but it must be done, increasingly hard chore though it may be.”

Friday, May 24, 2013

Everybody Counts


“When you have a disability, knowing that you are not defined by it is the sweetest feeling,” Kenyan wheelchair racer Anne Wafula Strike, from “In My Dreams I Can Dance”
Protesters from Everybody Counts, a disabled rights group, picketed outside a building in Portage where the Northwest Indiana Regional Planning Commission (NIRPC) was meeting.  Former Lake County sheriff Roy Dominguez, an Everybody Counts board member, recently informed NIRPC of his group’s opposition to a participation plan drawn up by the agency’s transportation planning committee, in particular the inadequate attention to bus service for disabled people.  Upon observing protest signs, skittish Portage mayor James Snyder requested a police presence, something demonstrators Leonard Sullivan and Teresa Torres thought unnecessary, unwarranted, and demeaning.  On the recommendation of board members Anthony Copeland and Karen Freeman-Wilson (mayors of East Chicago and Gary), the board tabled the controversial plan, Post-Trib correspondent Carole Carlson reported.

Caitlin Johnston, a reporter in Tampa, sought info about her recently deceased dad so I sent her the History of IUN Shavings issue that contains excerpts of an interview I did with him.  Still in high school when Barry was afflicted with Alzheimer’s, she replied, I received the book today. Reading my dad's excerpts, hearing little anecdotes in his own voice, was so meaningful. Thank you for sharing. I grew up around the university, so hearing about Bob Lovely, Gary Martin and countless others was a blessing as well.”  Steve McShane subsequently found the actual audiotape of the 2003 interview, and Tome Trajkovski is copying it onto a CD that I’ll send to her.  In his autobiography “Valor,” Roy Dominguez mentions taking Sociology classes from Barry and described him as an excellent lecturer who challenged students intellectually and prepared them well for the rigors of academic life.

Continuing my correspondence with Vice President John Applegate about having a viable on-campus summer program I wrote: “What I'd really like to see next summer at IU Northwest is about a dozen Threshold Courses geared primarily (but not exclusively) to incoming freshmen.  With seed money, perhaps from your office, a coordinator could solicit innovative proposals from various departments on interesting topics and choose the most promising ones.  If successful, ‘Threshold Summer’ at IU Northwest could be a model for other regional campuses.  Years ago, IU President Tom Ehrlich had committees explore the concept of Threshold Courses as part of a possible core curriculum for freshmen, but not much came of the idea, which I thought had potential.  IU Northwest no longer prints a schedule of classes, and on the Internet it is easier to access online summer courses than regular ones.   Some money needs to be set aside to publicize summer courses, especially to visiting high school seniors.  Even Bloomington or IUPUI students could be made aware of IU Northwest's Threshold offerings.  One reason the campus is so deserted and that summer attendance has fallen is due to the idiotic class hours.  Most offerings are two days a week from 8 to 11 a.m., 11:30 to 2:30, or 3 to 6.  Who wants to start class at 8 in the morning or at 11:30 and miss lunch?  These hours might have made sense 20 years ago but if the times were 9 to noon, one to four, and five to eight, people would have time to eat properly and, if they had two classes in a row, not be rushing from one to the other.”  Applegate suggested I share my ideas with Vice Chancellor David Malik.

Anne Balay sought advice on photo shoot locations that would show her with steel mills in the background.  That’s a tough one because mill officials discourage visitors.  When the Post-Trib wanted a similar picture of me, the photographer took me to a high point on since demolished Cline Avenue Bridge with Inland Steel Company in the background.  Mike Olszanski told me that both Jim Balanoff and Eddie Sadlowski used that spot in 1977 for campaign photos. The best I could come up with were various beachfront locales.

New Archives intern Elizabeth LaDuke is taking Anne Balay’s summer Women’s Studies class that I will be auditing.  Prior to enrolling in one of Anne’s classes, she had been used to receiving A’s from other professors on English papers by presenting a single perspective but initially got lower grades from Anne until she came to investigate issues from multiple points of view.

New Republic reprinted a 1960 heated exchange between novelist John Updike and movie critic Stanley Kauffmann, who panned Kim Novak, playing an adulterous wife in “Strangers When We Meet,” as being “capable vocally of only an unvaried strangulated hush.”  Updike, “sick and tired” of Kauffmann’s “absurd” criticism of Novak’s “tone of voice,” claimed that moviegoers love thesbians who “remain triumphantly themselves” rather than Method Acting devotees. Kauffmann was “not a bad critic,” he concluded, but rather “an inverted one: the opposite of everything he says is true.”  Kauffmann replied lamely that Updike seemed to view “a film theater [as] a kind of steamy bath or opium den to which one goes for a faintly wicked and figuratively supine little debauch.”

Under pressure the Boy Scouts reversed a century-old policy and will accept gay boys but not as adult supervisors or scoutmasters.  Homophobes expressed outrage, and LGBT groups are not satisfied.

In Discovery Charter School’s Spring Concert Becca and James were in the Glee Club and James was also in Advanced Band as a percussionist.  Both had solos and showed off dance moves.  James did an amazing “Ma Na Ma Na” scat in a Muppets medley.  The finale was a rockin’ version of “Footloose.”  Afterwards Raymond Joseph, whose daughter Violet was in Glee Club, said hello.  While taking classes at IUN, he worked for the Gary Planning Department and tried to obtain materials from City Hall for the Archives that were in danger of being destroyed.  He’s worked the past six years as Parks Planner at the Porter County Parks and Recreation Department.
Ten years ago Ray Joseph kept a journal, excerpts from which I published in my “Ides of March” Shavings.  He recalled with nostalgia following Grateful Dead tours for three years and backpacking in Oregon forests before becoming a full-time student again despite holding down an “almost full-time job.”  He wrote: “Sometimes I need to realize how lucky I am to have a supportive wife and beautiful daughter.  Not everyone gets to go back to school ten years after he graduated.  I am hoping to get a teaching degree and do something I like for a living.”  A later entry reads: “I was lucky enough to spend the day with Violet Ann, 16 months old and one of the inspirations for continuing my education.  I can’t remember life without her.  I want job security and a bright future for my family.”

I talked with Phil about his Red Wings fan taking a 3-1 lead in their series with the Black Hawks, who moved to Chicago in 1926 from Portland, Oregon, where they had been known as the Rosebuds.  During World War I owner Frederic McLaughlin, a coffee magnate, had been a commander in the “Blackhawk” Infantry Division and chose that nickname for his hockey team.  Chief Black Hawk of the Sauk had also played a prominent role in the history of Illinois.  The Blackhawks won the Stanley Cup three years ago, defeating the Flyers, and I was a Red Wings fan as a teenager when we lived near Detroit, so I won’t be distraught if the Hawks lose the series.  Meanwhile Pittsburgh won its series over Ottawa, inspiring nephew Bob to write Penguins star Crosby: Hey Sid,
this is my son ‘Crosby’ named after you. We are huge fans and he is going to grow up knowing you are the athlete he is named after. Pretty cool. 
Would love to meet you one day and or have a signed stick for his room. We watch every game together.”
above, Crosby Lane; below, Alissa and Josh
Alissa and Josh had breakfast with us and caught a limo ride to O’Hare, embarking on a 16-day European vacation that will take them to Amsterdam, London, Paris, and a seaside village near Lisbon. I told them about visiting Macau while it was still a Portuguese possession and admiring the distinctive Portuguese architecture.  Josh having read up on Portugal, he told me about the Great Lisbon Earthquake of 1755, which killed tens of thousands and, combined with fires and a tsunami, destroyed most of the city’s buildings.  In a photo the limo driver took of them, a Penske truck Dave Elliott rented is in the background.  Sadly my good buddy is moving back to Virginia now that his fiancé has been cremated.  One of Josh’s friends quipped that somebody will have to move the limo before they take the truck to the airport.

Gaard Logan resigned after seven years as a Tacoma Art Museum docent because she and Chuck are moving to San Francisco.  I told her of nephew Joe’s impending visit and she knew of his stepfather, liberal Seattle Councilman Nick Licata.  Our classmate Pete Drake is passing through Indiana in two weeks and wants to have lunch with me.