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Irregular commentary on whatever's on my mind -- politics, sports, current events, and life in general. After twenty years of writing business and community newsletters, fifteen years of fantasy baseball newsletters, and two years of email "columns", this is, I suppose, the inevitable result: the awful conceit that someone might actually care to read what I have to say. Posts may be added often, rarely, or never again. As always, my mood and motivation are unpredictable.

Buster Gammons

Sunday, September 17, 2017

A Lovely Send-Off

I'm in the midst of a happy task -- assembling family geneaology records for a cousin in Maryland.  Her grandmother is Rosalie "Podie" Sasscer, my father's sister and my late aunt.  Faithful readers may recall a recent post mentioning a small bust of Robert E. Lee given to me by Aunt Podie.  That's what prompted my cousin to ask if I could send her a copy of my dad's rather voluminous documentation.  I'm glad to do it.  It's been a pleasant experience for me to revisit the pages of our family history.

While photocopying and scanning this and that, I came across a hand-written note from Podie to my father, sent shortly before her death in 1994.  It's her instructions for her funeral, and it's a classic.  Sounds like a lovely send-off, and I share it here for the record:

Dear Jerry,

I am sending you this; also, I am attaching a copy to my will.

A synopsis of my funeral:  25 people at my house.  God and life-after-death are not to be mentioned.  A string quartet will play two beautiful pieces; someone will read something from Keats.  That's it!  Total time:  20 minutes.

Then cocktails with great hors-d'oeuvres; luncheon with Crab Imperial, old ham, etc.  A great day!  I'm really sorry I will have to miss it.

If you all do not carry out my wishes pre-cise-ly, ex-act-ly, you are going to be haunted by green goblins and things that go bump in the night.

Happy Days!



Trump Is Trump Is Trump

Don't be misled -- transient make-nice moments with "Chuck and Nancy" are not to be trusted and don't mean a thing.  His rare moments of moral decency are immediately and overwhelmingly offset by his usual contradiction, prevarication, ignorance, ugliness and corruption.  He's like a horrible prom date -- we try in vain to find something good about it, but he is who he is and we're stuck with him until the dance is over.

Trump is our Idiot Amin -- gold-plated trailer trash without an honest bone in his bloated body.

Judge Roy Bean

Judge Roy Bean (1825-1903) was a real-life Texas character who ran a saloon, was a Justice of the Peace, and called himself "The Law West of the Pecos."

In the 1972 movie "The Life and Times of Judge Roy Bean," he was memorably potrayed by Paul Newman as an amusing, eccentric scoundrel.

"I know the law, having spent the better part of my life in its flagrant disregard."

"This will become a good place to live, with law and order.  And peace -- especially peace, and I don't care who I have to kill to get it."

In reality, Bean was a crude drunk, a liar, a bigot, a con man, an opportunist, and a publicity hound.  Rather reminiscent of our fake president, I'd say.

Friday, September 15, 2017

Advice To The Cleveland Indians From Crash Davis: "Respect The Streak!"

"A player on a streak has to respect the streak. Because they don't happen very often.  If you believe you're playing well because you're getting laid, or because you're not getting laid, or because you wear women's underwear, then you are!"

Crash Davis, from the movie Bull Durham

Go Windians!  Respect the streak!

Five Easy Memes For A Lazy Friday (F-Bomb Warning!)

Tuesday, September 12, 2017


In 2012 and 2013, he was the next big thing, the NFL's hottest and most exciting young QB.  For those two seasons, he led his 49ers to the Super Bowl and the NFC championship game.  With the Niners last year, in a silent protest, he took a knee during the anthem.

Today, at age 29, Colin Kaepernick is an unsigned free agent, effectively black-balled by the league's owners.  The owners, of course, deny this.

The link is to a story in the NY Times sports section, detailing Kaepernick's shooting-star journey of self-discovery, from naive biracial adopted kid, to football hero, to principled outcast reviled by small minds.  Like Muhammad Ali, Tommy Smith and John Carlos before him, he is paying a heavy price for being an athlete with a social conscience.

Some excerpts follow the link.


The NFL and its 32 franchise owners, none of them African-American, may be the most conservative fraternity of leaders in major American sports.  They bathe their games in overtly patriotic ceremonies and discourage players, mostly hidden behind masks and uniforms of armor, from individual acts of showmanship.  At least seven donated $1 million or more to Trump's inaugural committee, far more than any other sport's owners.

The NFL's 32 teams each carry at least two quarterbacks, some three.

"It's really tough to make an argument that he's not one of the best 64." -- NBC analyst Chris Collinsworth.

"To me, this is bigger than football, and it would be selfish on my part to look the other way.  There are bodies in the street, and people are getting paid leave and getting away with murder."  -- Colin Kaepernick.

"I am not looking for approval.  If they take football away, take my endorsements from me, I know that I stood up for what is right." -- Kaepernick.

"The larger conversation is what he is protesting about.  The fact that so many don't want to have that specific conversation speaks to the fact that they know what is happening in America is beyond tragic." -- Wade Davis, former NFL player and activist.

Kaepernick has donated $100,000 to charities every month since last October with little notice.  The beneficiaries are usually small, relatively unknown, and surprised.

"He is the Muhammad Ali of this generation." -- longtime civil rights/sports activist Harry Edwards.

These days, there's a lot to take a knee for.  Rumble, young man, rumble!


"A Staffing Issue"

Or maybe he just had an issue with his -- ahem -- "staff."  He-he!