Showing posts with label Phil Vera. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Phil Vera. Show all posts

Monday, May 6, 2019

Funny Man

“My mind is a raging torrent flooded with rivulets of thoughts cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives.” Hedley Lamarr, “Blazing Saddles”
The inside jacket for Patrick McGilligan’s new biography of comedian Mel Brooks, “Funny Man” reads: “He was born Melvin Kaminsky on his family’s kitchen table in Brooklyn, New York, in 1928. Mel was a mischievous child whose role was to make the family laugh.  But beyond boyhood, and after he reinvented himself as Mel Brooks, the laughs that came easily in the Kaminsky home proved more elusive.”  Brooks is perhaps best known for a string of hilarious movies, including Blazing Saddles and Young Frankenstein(both released in 1974), and the smash Broadway hit (a favorite of Toni and me) “The Producers” (2001-2007).  Gary football star Alex Karras played Mongo inBlazing Saddles and uttered the line,“Mongo only pawn in game of life.”  Brooks was a writer for Sid Caesar’s “Your Show of Shows” during the 1950s and still getting laughs on “Curb Your Enthusiasm” 60 years later.
 Alex Karras in "Blazing Saddles"
My wittiest friend I had was David Malham, who, like Mel Brooks, could imitate others’ facial expressions and gestures.  He often told endearing stories about his Assyrian-American mom, and his personal anecdotes often poked fun at itself.  In one he made a TV appearance on the Jerry Springer show as a grief counselor and discovered his pin-striped suit’s coat and pants didn’t match. Terry Jenkins had a great sense of humor, and on the day friends were attending a service celebrating his life I thought of him often.  In IUN’s library lobby a girl was imitating her little sister’s funny way of waking. I said, “I can do that, too” – something Terry would have done – and got them to laugh.

In the car I heard a long set from 1972, when WXRT first came on the air and the year of the Watergate break-in.  I have been tuning in to 93.1 FM since the early Eighties, which qualifies me as a long-time listener. In quick order came songs by Jethro Tull, Little Feat, Todd Rundgren, Loggins and Messina, Harry Nilsson, plus two with drug references, the Allman Brothers Band’s “Ain’t Wastin’ Time No More (leave your mind alone and just get high)” and “30 Days in the Hole” by Humble Pie. I can’t recall ever hearing Nilsson’s “Coconut,” about a brother and sister getting a belly ache from a lime and coconut concoction.  On a.m. radio that year, top hits included Don McLean’s “American Pie” and the soul classics “Lean on Me” by Bill Withers and “Let’s Stay Together” by Al Green. My favorite White Sox, Dick Allen, had two inside-the-park home runs in the same game!  “Joker’s Wild” debuted in 1972. Three year-old son Dave loved hearing Jack Barry yell “Joker, joker, JOKER!”with increasing excitement.  Before long Dave actually understood how the game was played and got good at it.
Mike Olszanski insists on calling May 1 Labor Day, as around the world it is commemorated as International Labor Day. On May 1, 1886, workers in Chicago and other industrial cities demonstrated for an 8-hour day.  Spring celebrations date back to Roman times and often feature dancing around a maypole.  Old girlfriend Suzanna Dienna Murphy wrote:
Who is old enough to remember May Day traditions? We hung little so-called nosegays of flowers on our neighbors’ front door handles made of bouquets put through a doily and then ran so it would be a surprise. There were also of course Maypole dances with colorful ribbons extending out for girls in beautiful flowing dresses to hold and dance. It was very dreamy and sweet. The college where my Grampa taught Philosophy and Religion classes, Beaver College, always had such a celebration. That was in Glenside Pennsylvania. There was always a reception afterwards. I remember wearing a pastel dress and while gloves and a hat, even when I was very little. For some reason I also remember little decorated sugar cubes that had flowers on top. I have not seen those in many years.
Bishopstone Church, Sussex, England
Reacting to a photo of my bowling team (Electrical Engineers) on Facebook, Ray Smock wrote, “You can fix my wiring anytime.” It took me a few seconds to get the joke.  Jef Halberstadt, who worked at Bethlehem Steel with Terry Kegebein (their lockers were next to each other), asked about our name.  When the team formed 60 years ago, all charter members were electrical engineers at Gary Sheet and Tin, the name of the Cressmoor Lanes league where we bowled until three years ago, when we switched to Mel Guth’s Seniors at Hobart Lanes. At the bowling banquet I managed to get daughter-in-law Delia’s Uncle Phil Vera to take a selfie with me; he also sent one with uncles Larry Ramirez and Eddie Lopez, plus Jaime and Melody Delgado and jokester Angel Menendez.
NWI Times correspondent Joseph Pete sought information about Gary’s Memorial Auditorium, which opened in 1927, closed in 1972, and was badly damaged by fire in 1997. Scheduled for demolition to make way for a 38-unit senior and middle-income housing project, the five thousand-seat facility housed high school basketball games and graduations, wrestling matches, concerts, and speaking engagements by visiting celebrities. I compared its sad fate to the still functioning, 80-year-old Hammond Civic Center. Pete used this quote from our interview:
 Truman gave a “give ’em hell” speech there in 1948.  Frank Sinatra sang there for a Tolerance concert during a famous school strike over integration in 1945.  Half the white students had walked out of Froebel High School, and he performed to get them to go back to school.  Bobby-soxers came in from Portage and other outlying communities to hear him.  It was a big national story that was covered in Life magazine.
Joe Van Dyk, Gary’s director of redevelopment and planning, vowed that historic features will be preserved, including limestone, cornices, the keystone, and other ornamental hallmarks.
 Times photo by Kale Wilk

After I posted the article on Facebook, Paul Kern noted that he attended his first basketball sectional there in 1969; and George Sladic commented that his late wife’s graduation ceremony took place there.  Connie Mack-Ward had this warning:
 Demolishing what remains of this building & disturbing the soil immediately around it will release microscopic histoplasmosis spores into the air--the building was found too dangerous to enter by a feasibility consultant at least 30 years ago, because it contains a large amount of bird excrement, which contains the spores, as does soil which has contacted it.
  Histoplasmosis in humans is very minor, like a little cold, so rarely diagnosed and treated, but the scars it often leaves in the eyes (not visible without special examination) can leave one blind, and the scars can become active or bleed years & even decades later, again causing blindness.
 
Mayor Pete Buttigieg made the cover of both Time and New Yorkmagazine.  The unlikely gay presidential candidate named a dog Truman inspired by the thirty-third President’s quip: “If you want a friend in Washington, get a dog.”He told Time: “The idea that we just sort people into baskets of good and evil ignores the central fact of human existence, which is that each of us is a basket of good and evil.  The job of politics is to summon the good and beat back the evil.”  Trump, who unfailingly does the opposite, blasted the decision of the Kentucky Derby stewards to disqualify apparent winner Maximum Security for endangering other horses and riders by an illegal lane change, calling it an example of “political correctness.”  Grumpy Trump is unhinged.
After many days of rain, the weekend was glorious.  I did some bush trimming and eradicated numerous dandelions.  When I was a kid, Vic paid me a dime for every 50 dandelions I pulled up by the roots.  More fun was capturing night crawlers before fishing trips, especially after a downpour. Using a flashlight, I’d pounce on those popping out of the ground before they could wiggle back into their holes.  You could feel them struggling to get free from your grip.
At Memorial Opera House we saw the delightful musical comedy “La cage aux Folles,” starring Andrew Brent and Thomas Olsen as an aging gay couple who perform in a review as drag queen and owner/master of ceremonies.  Old friend Patti Shaffner played Jacqueline, a cafĂ© owner hoping to perform in the gay revue. Seeing guys dressed as female dancers reminded me of seeing “Kinky Boots” in Chicago.  Originally a French play, “La Cage aux Folles” opened on Broadway in 1983 and enjoyed another successful run 28 years later.  Dick Hagelberg knew Olsen from the Northwest Indiana Symphony Chorus; afterwards, Olsen was with an entourage at Pesto’s Restaurant. 
New York Times Sunday magazine highlighted 25 songs“that matter right now,” beginning with Bruce Springsteen’s oft misconstrued “Born in the U.S.A.,” which he performed without accompaniment in “Springsteen on Broadway.” Beforehand, he told of grooving at shows starring Walter Cichon and the Jersey Shore band the Motifs and that Cichon got drafted and never returned from Vietnam. When the selective service board summoned Springsteen, he succeeded in evading being drafted, certain he’d meet the same fate. He told the audience: “I do sometimes wonder who went in my place. Because somebody did.”

Friday, October 6, 2017

Summer of Love

“For those who come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there
In the streets of San Francisco
Gentle people with flowers in their hair”
         Scott McKenzie, “San Francisco”

Nicole Anslover invited me to her Sixties class.  One student reported on the “Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour” that ran into trouble with CBS censors during its three seasons on the air, culminating in its cancellation.  I mentioned that when Pete Seeger, who for years had been blacklisted from appearing on TV, sang the anti-war number “Waist Deep in the Big Muddy” and refused to leave out the final verse, which alluded to the President being a “big fool,” the network deleted the entire segment.  A year later, however, with public opinion having turned against the war, Seeger was allowed to perform the entire song. When somebody asked about the blacklist, I mentioned that Will Lee, who played Mr. Hooper on Sesame Street, had also been a victim during the Red Scare.  A student said she was five years old in 1983 when an episode “Farewell Mr. Hooper” dealt with the lovable store owner’s death and has never forgotten how emotional it was.
Mr. Hooper on Sesame Street

Charlatans perform at Golden Gate Park

Nicole showed excerpts from the “American Experience” documentary “Summer of Love.”  It explained why young “Baby Boomers” were disillusioned with the dominant cultural values but portrayed happenings in San Francisco’s Haight-Ashbury district in 1967 as an unfolding tragedy, with the media largely responsible for causing hordes of young, naive runaways and cynical drug dealers who preyed on them to make a mockery of the so-called Hippie ideal of peace, love, and harmony. It begins with the January 14 “Human Be-In” at Golden Gate Park and concludes with the October 6 “Death of Hippie” funeral procession organized by the Diggers. Despite its tragic aspects to victims of “bad trips,” the counter-culture’s influence can still be felt in music, art, fashion, and movements to preserve the Earth and protect LGBTs.

A grad student at Maryland in 1967, I remember a “Gathering of the Tribes” Be-In poster in the T.A. (teaching assistant) room.  About that time, I smoked my first joint with neighbors who were playing the Doors’ “Light My Fire.”  The song lasted a little over seven minutes but seemed to go on forever. I began attending antiwar rallies in Washington, D.C., and was getting into “psychedelic” bands from San Francisco such as Jefferson Airplane, whose album “Surrealistic Pillow” came out about then; but my regular drugs of choice were cigarettes and beer.  I didn’t try LSD until a decade later and then only once.  Many grad students really got “into the life,” but I was more focused on completing my PhD degree.  I recall a guy giving away all his “straight” clothes; his sports jacket lasted me over ten years.

Thursday Lin Brehmer played “Lake Shore Drive” by Aliotta Haynes Jeremiah in honor of Skip Haynes, who died at age 71.  Lin also played a short clip from an Aliotta Haynes Jeremiah album supposedly meant for the enjoyment of dogs. The chorus to “Lake Shore Drive” goes:
And there ain't no road just like it
Anywhere I found
Running south on Lake Shore drive heading into town
Just slicking on by on LSD, Friday night trouble bound

Friday Brehmer played Bob Seger’s “Fire Down Below” and made mention of Dante’s Inferno, prompting sidekick Mary Dixon to reference T.S. Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.”  Next came a preview of Saturday’s show about 1972, featuring “After Midnight” by J.J. Cale and “All the Young Dudes” by Mott the Hoople.  When I heard the line “Man I need a TV when I’ve got T.Rex,” I thought of former teacher Mary Kocevar at bridge saying she once had a student named T’Rex.

Bowling in Mel Guth’s Seniors League, I heard a guy several lanes over claim he’d never watch CBS again because a commentator asserted that the country music concertgoers killed in Las Vegas were probably all Republicans.  I knew that was patently absurd; but before noting that anyone who said such a thing would be fired on the spot, I commented that country music fans were a very diverse group in age, race, and ethnicity; indeed the 58 fatalities ranged in age from 17 to 67.  The Engineers took 5 of 7 points from Wrecking Balls, consisting of Delia’s uncles Phil, Larry, Eddie, Angel, and Pete.  Two months ago, Phil suffered a stroke and now bowls left-handed.  Amazing.  I congratulated Gene Clifford, 80, on a 200-game, and he replied that he rolled a 255 two weeks ago.
 Angel Menendez, Phil Vera, Pete Claudio, Eddie Lopez

Liz Wuerffel, Hilton Minneapolis bathroom?



Liz Wuerffel and Allison Schuette are at the Hilton Minneapolis attending the Oral History Association annual conference.  With Megan Telligman of Porter County Museum they are presenting a session on the Invisible Project dealing with homeless people. Conference highlights include a President’s Reception at the Mill City Museum (once home to the country’s largest flour mill) and a plenary session honoring historian-activists Alice and Staughton Lynd.  Here’s the abstract for “Mobilizing Oral History: Collaborating to Educate and Engage a Local Public in Realities of Homelessness”:
    What happens when several nonprofit organizations invite university partners and a regional museum to educate the local public about homelessness? How does this collaboration put oral histories to work? 
    In 2015, four nonprofit organizations that work to end homelessness in Porter County, Indiana, approached Liz Wuerffel and Allison Schuette, co-directors of the Welcome Project at Valparaiso University—a regional, first-person, digital story collection—about collaborating on what became known as The Invisible Project. The purpose of this project was and is to raise awareness of homelessness in the county and break down stigmas that people experiencing homelessness face. On any given day in Porter County (population approximately 167,000 with a median household income of $64K), 160 individuals are homeless. Many of us in the region don’t recognize their situation because these individuals, predominantly women and children, don’t conform to traditional stereotypes of homelessness. The Invisible Project aims to depict those who experience homelessness as our neighbors, residents deserving of recognition and respect.
    With the help of staff members at the Porter County Museum, professional photographers, and a faculty member who teaches graphic design, we at the Welcome Project helped to create a mobile exhibit that makes visible the reality of homelessness in Porter County through first-person stories, infographics, and design. In this interactive session, organizers will present several digital stories from The Invisible Project alongside materials from the exhibition. Participants will be invited to consider the ways in which this format mobilizes oral history to advocate for those who experience homelessness and to educate the public about the reality of homelessness in our region.
above, Amanda Marie, photo by Vicky Nowakowski Board; below, Morgan MacGregor

Beautiful Amanda Marie Board, whom I met in Anne Balay’s Women’s Studies course and who spent the summer as a visitor use assistant at Bryce Canyon National Park in Utah, passed on Morgan MacGregor’s lament:
    The Office of Personnel Management has just passed new rules regarding seasonal employees with the National Park Service. These rules basically say that we are no longer allowed to work more than one 6 -month seasonal position in the same region. They say that this is meant to force the park service to hire more permanent positions. That sounds great; except they are not hiring more permanent positions. In fact, for every 3 permanent positions that are retired from by permanent employees they do away with 2. The NPS simply does not have the funding to create these much-needed permanent positions. These rules are going to affect 10's of thousands of people who are seasonal workers with the NPS.
    We seasonals make a living wage. I sleep in my truck in the winters to save money and because there is not available park housing. I haven't had proper insurance for years. We are not provided any benefits. We are forced to move every six months. We endure these and many other hardships because we love the parks. We love the Park Service ideal. We bleed green and grey because we believe in what the NPS stands for. 
    I have sworn in hundreds of Jr. Rangers and provided thousands of visitors with information, advice, and (hopefully) entertaining and interesting programs. When I see the glimmer of adoration in the eye of a little Jr. Ranger as they tell me that they want to be a Ranger like me when they grow up. It fills me with the pride and joy that make it all worth it. I love my job. I love representing and being the face of an agency like the National Park Service.
    However, at the end of my season here at Yellowstone. I am unsure if I will be able to continue being a seasonal park ranger. When your government is trying to stop you from working; what can you do? When they literally take a job away from you; what can you do? Politicians always talk about jobs. “We'll create jobs!” “We'll take our jobs back!” “We're gonna have so many jobs it'll make your head spin!” Well I'm writing this to tell all of you that the government is actively taking jobs away from the most vulnerable of government employees. We seasonals, who have no unions, no voice, and no choice but to try to keep pouring our hearts into the National Parks in hopes that someday things will get better.

Amanda Marie shared recent work experiences at Bryce Canyon:
    Today I had a woman in her fifties try to enter the park on a senior pass (you must be 62). Apparently "it worked at Zion."
    A little while later, two motorcycles pull up to my window and show an access pass (good for one motorcycle). Zion let them both in on one pass. 
    Finally, a car pulls up to my window and shows me a 4th grade pass, but there is no 4th grader in the car. As you may guess, "but it worked at Zion." 
    My response to the third car? "You could show Zion a library card and they'd probably let you in."