A Belt and a Knife

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On May 9, 2013, I spoke of my conclusion that the tools and accoutrement in my basement workbench did little good if I was driving around in the car. And something came up where I needed a screw driver, saw, entrenching tool, air pump or axe.   So I outfitted our two cars with stuff that from the basement workbench.  If I need something for the house – I can go out to the car and . . . . .  Semper paratus as they say. . . .

Sixty years ago, Boy’s Life Magazine suggested that Boy Scouts wear a belt. And carry a knife. Since then – I have done so.  A belt can be used for many things:  tourniquet; a “reach” for someone in the water; restrain an angry dog; carry items; pull open car doors; etc.  A knife can open packages, remove staples, open a can or bottle, cut a seat belt, break a window, do an emergency tracheotomy and on and on.  There are numerous websites that discuss the potential value of belts and knives – beyond their intended purpose.  

So at any given time, when I am out walking, driving in the car, or heading off to my tap dancing lesson or the golf course – I will be wearing a belt.   And carrying a knife.  For the last 15+ years, the blade has been a Kershaw Black Blur.   On occasions when we go out for dinner or to an event – it’s a small Swiss Army knife.  I especially like my Swiss Army knife because it has a toothpick.  For that reason, Donna prefers that I carry the Kershaw. . . . . 

The Decline and Fall. . . .

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[A repeat from March 29, 2018] Between 1776 and 1788, English historian (and Member of Parliament) Edward Gibbon published his classic 6 volume work The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire.   It is interesting to examine the causes of the decline – and fall – of the grand Roman Empire which expired in about 476 A.D. — not with a bang but a whimper.  Reasons for decline?  

Ongoing wars and heavy military spending

Failing economy and high inflation — and high unemployment among the working classes

Declining morals, ethics and values

Demand for blood and violence in entertainment (Gladitorial “games”)

Antagonism between the Emperor and the Senate

Political corruption

Hero worship of athletes and actors

Dilution of the Roman language

Many of these qualities listed seem to be present in America and the world.  George Santayana in The Life of Reason commented “Those who ignore history are doomed to repeat it.”  Are we on a downward slope?   At least now we have legal gambling, porn and drug use. Please note – I am just the messenger. . . .

The Rock Island Line

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[An oldie from May 15, 2014] In 1845, the Chicago Rock Island Railroad began with a charter penned in the City of Rock Island, Illinois. For 130 years, the Rock Island Line hummed and drummed across the landscape of America. Until 1975 when a federal judge in Chicago ordered the famed railroad into bankruptcy. On December 10, 1977, a one day auction was held in the old LaSalle Street Station in Chicago. Tables, chairs, paintings, rolling stock and office supplies were sold off from the old railroad. There were also several hundred “tote” boxes full of archives of the railroad. All were filthy dirty and all were sealed. Bids were on the contents. Sight unseen. The local news touted that a box might contain a letter of Abraham Lincoln or Stephen Douglas – both of whom worked for the railroad. I was drawn – like a moth to flame – and I bought 45 boxes of “stuff” at $3.50 a box. I crammed the boxes into the trunk and interior of our Plymouth Valiant. And drove home. Donna thought I was nuts. Until I opened the boxes. . . .

There were hundreds of letters of U.S. Congressmen, Senators, Vice Presidents of the U.S., members of the U.S. Supreme Court, Chicago mayors. There were Aldermen like “Bathhouse John” Coughlin and “Hinky Dink” Kenna. Original letters of Clarence Darrow. It was a trove of significant value. And I ended up selling most of the material to the University of Iowa. For many times what I paid for it. It was then I went on a three year quest – to acquire the rest of the defunct railroad’s archives.

After scores of phone calls over three years, the squeaky wheel got the oil. A gusher. I was told the rest of the Rock Island Railroad archives were housed in a 10 story, 100,000 square foot building at Polk & LaSalle. No one had been in the building for several years. “I’ll buy it” I said. And did. I bought the entire contents of the building for $500. They handed me the keys and it was mine. The only hitch — I had to get the stuff out in 4 weeks. Within a few hours, I had the contents sold – to the Universities of Iowa and Oklahoma (Norman). Iowa had first choice and Oklahoma got the remainder. I walked alone through the 10 floors. File cabinets. Boxes of files. Empty desks. Coffee cups ringed with dried coffee. A mausoleum. Over the next few weeks, I orchestrated eight 48 foot over-the-road tractor trailers. Loading up the goodies. I looked back, walked out and locked the door.

I still have a few things from the RI. A ceremonial spike. A slice of track. Oh – and yes – a few old letters [and in 2025 – found 2 untouched boxes of archives in the attic!]. In 1998, I delivered a paper to the Chicago Literary Club. Telling the whole story. It’s online at http://chilit.org  The Rock Island Line. Was a mighty fine line. And it was mighty fine to me.

First Aid

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[A repeat from October 25, 2022] The most useful course I took in high school was a year long tutorial on typing (see August 8, 2018). Being able to type (50 wpm) has come in verrrry handy throughout my career. The most valuable course I took in college was a year-long (two semester) course in first aid.  We started with the American Red Cross beginner course, moved on to the intermediate course, then moved up to advanced.  We concluded the second semester with the Civil Defense Emergency Medical Responder course – an intense immersion – which included clear instruction on a wide variety of serious emergency medical situations.  When I signed up for the course I thought “I’m an Eagle Scout.  This will be a snap.”  Yeah right. It wasn’t. 

Knowledge of first aid can be of great value — and may come in handy. Sometimes very handy.  The first response to any emergency is to call “911” or call a medical professional.   But when that’s not possible or help is delayed, knowledge of CPR or the Heimlich Maneuver – or the fundamentals of what to do when confronted with serious bleeding or trauma – could make all the difference in the world. Good for young people to learn the basics early on. All it takes is that one day – that one moment in time – when everything is going south. Fast. And there is no one but you. . . .

The Two Adams

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[A repeat from March 30, 2017] I just finished the book – The Lonely Man of Faith by Rabbi Joseph Soloveitchik.  This wonderful text examines two separate and quite divergent characterizations of Adam which are set forth in the Old Testament book of Genesis.  The two Adams are different indeed.

In Genesis 1, Adam I (and Eve) are created in God’s image.  Adam is charged to take dominion over fish, fowl, cattle and all of the earth, to multiply, replenish the earth and subdue it.  

In Genesis 2, Adam II is formed from dust, has life breathed into his nostrils – and is ordered to tend the garden.  Eve was later formed from Adam’s rib.   

I was drawn to this book by David Brooks’ thought-provoking 5 minute “Ted Talk” on the personality differences between “Adam I” and “Adam II”    http://www.ted.com/talks/david_brooks_should_you_live_for_your_resume_or_your_eulogy

Brooks does not reference Genesis but he does discuss Soloveitchik’s work.  Brooks offers that Adam I is motivated by his resume virtues.  Adam II is driven by eulogy virtues.  And guess which virtues Brooks finds of superior importance?  

I was unaware of the sharp differences of Adam in Genesis.  Rabbi Soloveitchik’s book – apart from using words which will require a dictionary at hand – is a fascinating and inspirational read. And it offers reason to strive to enhance our eulogy virtues . . . .  

Civil Discourse

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[A new one] In November 2018, I had a commentary published in the Chicago Tribune. It responded to an editorial about the animosity Americans felt – then – about our nation’s politics. My comments were as follows. . . . .

I want to help the poor and eliminate hunger and poverty in America.  And around the world.  America needs a strong economy where everyone will benefit.   I want to improve education for all students – especially those in schools that serve our nation’s poorest young people. Crime, injustice and prejudice have no place in America.  We need respect for all people. We need freedom of speech – on campuses and in politics.  And yet we need mutual respect for those with whom we disagree without violence or disruption.

I want a controlled border – while having a fair and compassionate immigration policy allowing immigrants to seek the American dream.  We need to deal with pollution and protect our environment. I want a strong military and yet I yearn for peace for America and among nations.  Thus we need to reach out to friends and potential adversaries alike seeking global tranquility. I love my family and I want my grandchildren to grow up healthy, happy, safe and wise – and to live with a spirit of faith, hope and charity.  And I would like that for your family as well.  

So what am I – a Republican or Democrat? 

While there may be one or two hot button issues. I like to think that most Americans – irrespective of political labels — share similar feelings on the issues above. Though we may differ on how best to address these issues – that is where civil discourse, compromise and conciliation come into play.   Democracy requires it.  Animosity and anger do not work . . . .

Nobody’s getting younger

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I went to my primary care physician for the annual “wellness check.” Everything seems to be okay. I weigh what I did in college (true) but I’m also 2 inches shorter. I blame gravity. Anyway – he looked at me and asked if I exercise. I told him I go to a nearby gym 4 or 5 times a week. And I play golf. He smiled and said (his words) “you’re investing in your future.”

Most mornings I go to our local fitness center between 8:00 and 9:00 a.m. (when I’m not golfing or have other stuff on my plate). My normal protocol varies – 40 minutes on the NuStep or the cross country ski thingee; then an elliptical; some weights; stretching; and a few times around the walking track. I sometimes ramp up the treadmill to 15 degrees and then walk backwards at 1.1 mph (you could sell seats for that). As I reported on March 25, 2017, I have four different workout regimens. I’m usually in the 75 minute range.

What’s interesting is that over the last few years – the “crew” that shows up on these early mornings is pretty much the same. It’s the same guys and gals who toe the line to work out. The guys have melded well such that earlier this year, a dozen of us had lunch at a local restaurant whose exec is also part of the group. And earlier this week, we did the same thing. Our brotherhood is known as “The Lunch Bunch.”

Nobody’s getting younger. But exercise and social interaction provide a strong RX for health. And a group like ours provides inspiration – to show up. . . . .

The Doyle Family

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[A repeat from December 5, 2013] Do you know someone with the last name “Doyle”?  They may think they’re Irish.  But. . . .

In my post of December 16, 2011, I spoke of the Viking era (790 A.D. – 1066 A.D.).  And I mentioned that the Vikings who raided – and remained behind in Ireland (usually because they had met a young lady) — were given the name “Doyle” which is from the Celtic Ó Dubhghaill, which means “son of the dark (or evil) foreigner.”  This is the name that indigenous Celts called Danish Vikings who started settling in Ireland and Scotland beginning in the 9th Century. 

Researchers in Ireland have distinguished two separate groups among the Viking raiders in Ireland.  The Lochlainn were the Norwegians who were described as “fair.”  The Danair were Danes who were described as “dark” because they wore chain-mail armor.  Beginning in 830 A.D., the Norwegians began sporadic raiding of the British Isles.  In 852 A.D., the Danish Vikings took control of Dublin and founded the Danish Kingdom of Dublin which continued for 300 years until the coming of the Anglo-Normans.  As might be expected over the course of occupation, the Vikings were absorbed into the social, religious and political life of Ireland.  They adopted the language and customs.  And they intermarried.  And it was those Danish Vikings who remained behind when their brethren left who were given the name “Ó Dubhghaill” or “Dubh-Ghaill.”  Or “Doyle” for those who want the translation.  The names McDowall, McDowell, McDuggal, Dowell, and McDougal all have a relationship to the Dubh-Ghaill – Doyle – family.  So you know someone named “Doyle”. . . . ? 

Sudoku

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[A real old one from May 16, 2013] The right side of my brain (the creative side) is full of spinning wheels, sparkles, audio and video stimulation and fast-moving light shifts. The left side of my brain (the analytical side) is a wilderness. It is like stepping into an empty auditorium at midnight. Without seats.  Drafty.  Full of cobwebs.  When it comes to math, I have the IQ of a pretzel (my apologies for insulting the pretzel community).  In high school, Miss Delp gave me a charity “D” in algebra because I constantly showed up for help after school (“duhhh how much is two plus three again?”).     My brain today is much the same as it did when I was in high school though on most days counting to 20 doesn’t require removal of my socks and shoes.  I see that as a “major improvement.”   

I was introduced to Sudoku by my brother-in-law who can whiz through the highest level, 30 row mind-benders in minutes.  With his eyes closed.  One hand behind his back. So I tried a level one. And finally I started to get them right. If I succeed, I give a silent fist pump (“Yeahhhhhhh”).   Every once in awhile, I will succeed on a level 2 (cue the “Hallelujah” chorus).  And once – a miraculous level 3. . . .      

I like to think that doing Sudoku is keeping the grey matter from shriveling.  And it’s starting to fill that empty auditorium with folding chairs.  And the vague hum of activity. 

My Grandfathers

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[New] I am a grandfather. And I love it! Hopefully my granddaughters will have good memories down the line – of “Popi.” But sadly I have no memory of my grandfathers.

My father’s parents were born in Denmark and both died before I was born (1947). My father’s dad (Olaf Kristian Petersen) in 1930 and my dad’s mother (Ellen Marie Larsen) in 1945. And my mother’s father died when I was two. So I never knew him either. I have a special old photo of him holding me. And that’s it. My Grandma Ruth Munson though was a staple in my life – helping generously to feed my stamp and coin collections.

Donna and I are going through things we have accumulated. No plans to move but we’re thinking about that next “chapter.” And I came across the wedding rings of my father’s parents – Olaf and Ellen. They are inscribed “EML to OKP” and “OKP to EML” and both have the date of marriage – “May 16, 1910.” The two rings are 18 carat gold. It occurred to me that I could sell them and put the money into college funds for my granddaughters. And yet. . . .

We had dinner with some friends and I posed the question of “what to do” with such special family things. The group unanimously felt that we should keep them. Carefully mark them and put them away. For someone down the line to decide. I came home – and took off my wedding ring. And put on Olaf’s ring. It fit perfectly. I then put Ellen’s ring on my little finger. I said a prayer. Removed them and carefully marked the box with the rings – and put them away. . . .