February 28th, 2005


Hats off to the Bruins

A win on the road, at South Bend, in the winter, hitting 61% of their 3 pointers! That's right, 61% Holy Cow! Half their free throws, and 35% of their 2 pointers, but playing defense! And a gutty performance from Josh Shipp with a bad ankle, and Dijon Thompson, pretty cold, but passing and playing defense. They really wanted to win, and they beat a good team, making a great week following the Trojans. Anybody wanting a real report, I recommend my favorite sportswriter, Diane Pucin, in the Los Angeles Times. She really gets it, and she isn't afraid to say it. What a woman, but then she's from Milwaukee.

Milwaukee, I am indebted to Milwaukee. Milwaukee sent me my first wife, and, indirectly, my two oldest sons. Milwaukee sent me my current, and last wife, Lin, former University of Wisconsin cheerleader, and my best friend. It's enough to make you want to drink a beer! Blatz, Schlitz or, whatever.... except, I don't drink beer. I prefer a rare sake.

Is this the place to complain? What the.... I need an update from travelling Rhea, who mentioned the word that fighter planes were hovering above Weipeng, or Waijing, or some other hard to pronounce place in the PRC, and now, hasn't been heard from in 2 days, by me anyway. I can trust her family to keep up with her, however. But she writes so well, I miss my fix!

Today, being the last day of February, I don't have to drive to umpteen dialysis clinics.... generally a 3.5 hour, by car computer, effort. 150 miles. On southern California freeways in traffic.... Do I have your sympathy? Well, it's in my Porsche Turbo.... and I love it, with NPR blaring away. I just have one clinic, and then Lin and I meet for a protein burger at Ruby's, where they treat you like a king, and then home and consults and chores, and I need to get a watering can for my new greenhouse.... I've asked Lin to call me, "Mr. Osaka," in fond remembrance of the Southern California institution, immediately, post-WW II, the venerable Japanese gardener. Long gone.... now Espagnol es la lingua! But, that's a bit of sociology, and I'm late.
  • Current Music
    The Flight of the Bumble Bee

The How, The Why, The Inspiration...

"Go on you Rough Riders, Go.
Go, Roosevelt, Go.
We all are true to the Gold and Blue,
So, Go Rough Riders, Go...."

Five days ago, at a kosher Italian restaurant, on Wilshire Boulevard, a mini-reunion was held, with much good fellowship. A writer and documentary film maker, 2 architects and a nephrologist, all sharing space in a Chicago high school in the early 50's, met over lunch and reminisced. The writer and the nephrologist had gone to the same grammar school but really hadn't spoken much, except at the 50th reunion. We exchanged stories, and were saddened over the death of our class president. We wondered what had happened to one class mate or another. We talked about old events that only these alumni and the other alumni of that school would remember. We wondered about the diaspora.... how did we end up where we were? What threads link us to one another? We sure didn't talk about blogging or journals, but, heck, one is a writer, and the other is writing a chapter in an architectural textbook, and this writer has just discovered the mad world of blogging, and is following threads in every direction like a maddened tarantula.... well, the threads are a little loose.

So, all it takes is an idea, and a desire to communicate, and lo and behold, here's a place. It may or may not work. It depends on you. I'm going to send this off to a few old Rough Riders and invite you all to send it along, and see if it grows. Those were great times, and you guys were special. So where the h... is Dick Weismehl, Jerry Kolb, my old doubles partner, Harvey Kohr. I know where Mel and Alice are, and where are you, Rough Rider?

And think of Ron, and all he did to keep the flame burning.... Join in.
  • Current Music
    "Go, Rough Riders, Go!"