11.12.2022 – boy howdy! he could

boy howdy! he could
put a puck in the ocean
from Battery Park

In 1977, David Wallechinsk published a book titled The Book of Lists

The book (according to Wikipedia) contained hundreds of lists (many accompanied by textual explanations) on unusual or obscure topics, for example:

  • Famous people who died during sexual intercourse
  • The world’s greatest libel suits
  • People suspected of being Jack the Ripper
  • Worst places to hitchhike
  • Dr. Demento’s 10 Worst Song Titles of All Time
  • Breeds of dogs which bite people the most, and the least

The book was a hit and like most hits, spawned several shelves full of clones/

The one on my mind this morning was titled, The book of sports lists by a Phil Pepe and Zander Hollander.

On page 214, under John Halligan’s 10 Greatest Hockey Flakes was entry number 5 that stated: Fern Gauthier — They said he couldn’t put the puck in the ocean and, from New York’s Battery Park, he proved them right. His first shot hit a parking sign.

Don’t ask me why but this factoid was on my mind when I woke up this morning.

I always liked the poetry of this short statement.

It was magical.

But was it true.

I realized that with all the money and effort spent on constructing the Information Super Highway I had the resources available to check on the story.

So I did.

Sorry to report that while the event of Mr. Gauthier TRYING to put a puck in the ocean from Battery Park did, in 1947, take place, Mr. Gauthier DID NOT hit a no parking sign on his first try.

In fact, with fellow Detroit Red Wings’ Gordie Howe, Ted Lindsay, and Marty Pavelich along as witnesses and with Lew Walter, the reporter for the Detroit Times who had written that Fern couldn’t shoot the puck into the ocean even if he was standing at the water’s edge, Fern set out to show what he could do.

In defense of Mr. Walter, he claimed he was repeating what he heard Gauthier’s team mates say.

In New York for a game with the Rangers, they all went down to Battery Park where one version was that Gauthier fanned on his first two tries and here’s how:

1. On the initial shot, a passing seagull — thinking it was a gift biscuit — nabbed the puck in thin air and the rubber never hit the water.

2. On the follow-up drive, the puck eluded the ocean because it landed on a passing barge.

3. Fern shoots! (splash) he scores!!

Another version and probably the true one is that Gauthier put puck after puck into the water.

Mr. Walter would write, Fern proved not only that he could put the puck in the ocean.

So it did happen but Fern DID NOT hit a No Parking Sign,

Fern proved he COULD put a puck in the ocean from Battery Park.

11.11.2022 – poignant misery

poignant misery
dawn begins clouds sag stormy
but nothing happens

Start a new day and every part screams that it is NOT SUPPOSDED TO BE THIS WAY.

Start a new day and hope for a new beginning.

Start a new day and all that is wanted is to have what WAS before today to be what IS before today.

The poignant misery when the new day starts and dawn begins and clouds sag stormy.

The new day arrives and is a new day.

But nothing happens.

The haiku is adapted from the World War One, or the Great War as it is called elsewhere, poem, Exposure, by Wilfred Owen.

From the third stanza that goes:

The poignant misery of dawn begins to grow . . .
We only know war lasts, rain soaks, and clouds sag stormy.
Dawn massing in the east her melancholy army
Attacks once more in ranks on shivering ranks of grey,
But nothing happens.

Appropriate for Veteran’s Day, or Armistice Day as it is called elsewhere, and for many other reasons.

11.10.2022 – cousin cara lee

cousin cara lee
likes but not always agrees
and that is okay!

I recently ran into my cousin Cara Lee.

While it is hard to catch up in 10 minutes with someone you haven’t talked to in almost 10 years, we did our best.

With all we had to talk about, my dear cousin did mention that she likes reading my haiku and my commentary.

Then she looked off to one side and made a sideways smile and said she doesn’t always agree with my commentary but there it is.

Which I thought was really funny.

I appreciate that I have a small but, mostly, loving audience.

I appreciate it, but with all there is to read out there, I am not sure I understand it.

If I ever want to stop writing for a couple of days all I have to do to imagine folks reading these posts.

If my haiku can find some common cause with the reader, I am thrilled.

If a reader takes the time to read what I write in commentary, I am more than thrilled.

If a reader take to the time to read what I write in commentary and think about it enough to agree to disagree, I am stunned.

I admit I am pretty much coming from deep out in left field with what I write and I encourage any discourse.

But if I can get readers to think or look at a question and consider another side to it or to just flat out disagree with me, I think that’s great.

I invite any and all readers to let me know your thoughts.

The reason why I ran into my cousin Cara Lee and several other cousins wasn’t good but it was wonderful to touch base with so much of my family.

And it was surprising to hear so many comments about my haiku.

Surprising and great!

Thank you all.

11.9.2022 – civic value of

civic value of
ideological
diversity schools

On August 13, 2020, the great Sarah Vowell wrote an the opinion piece titled: Joe Biden and the Great Leaders of 2020 Are Part of a Club, and sub headed, They’re the graduates of public universities, and they’ve stepped into the void of presidential leadership.

Ms. Vowell wrote:

The inherent civic value of public universities in this quarreling country of strangers is ideological diversity.

For instance, like my Republican senator Steve Daines, I graduated from Montana State University, and I think it speaks well of the healthy variety of political views that are represented on that campus that I very much hope he will have a lot more time to ski next year.

Public universities are one of two major American institutions, the other being the U.S. military, where large quantities of random adults are thrown together and made to coexist for years on end:

the budget-minded,

the lightly parented,

the formerly incarcerated,

the downsized,

the underestimated,

veterans,

refugees,

late bloomers,

single moms,

divorced dads,

Bible thumpers,

empty nesters,

your swankier hicks,

Mormons who didn’t get into Brigham Young University

and a hodgepodge of souls who are working toward what is incidentally at the heart of every election:

a fair chance at a decent life.

University.

Uni.

Union.

A more perfect Union.

E Pluribus Unum.

One out of many.

One out of many hoping for a fair chance at a decent life.

The inherent civic value of public universities in this quarreling country of strangers is ideological diversity.

I couldn’t agree more.

11.8.2022 – tropical storm

tropical storm
tornado watch drive over
bridge to the island

I can’t say that driving over a very high bridge to an island while there was both a tropical storm warning and a tornado watch was on my bucket list of things to do before I die but that is because I don’t have bucket list.

It is an interesting concept of compiling a list of things you want to or feel you have to accomplish or do or see before die to make sure your life is complete.

If I made a list I am not sure what might be on it.

There are a lot of things that might be ‘nice’ to do but …

I am reminded of a passage from the book, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil by John Berendt.

It is a book and later, a movie, about life in Savannah.

In the book, the author asks a friend, ‘Don’t you feel cutoff?’ and she replied:

Cut off from what?

No, on the whole I’d say we rather enjoy our separateness.

Whether that’s good or bad I haven’t any idea. Manufacturers tell us they like to test-market their products in Savannah – toothpastes and detergents and the like – because Savannah is utterly impervious to outside influence.

Not that people haven’t tried to influence us!

Good Lord, they try all the time.

People come here’ from all over the country and fall in love with Savannah.

Then they move here and pretty soon they’re telling us how much more lively and prosperous Savannah could be if we only knew what we had and how to take advantage of it.

I call these people ‘Gucci carpetbaggers.’

They can be rather insistent, you know.

Even rude.

We smile pleasantly and we nod, but we don’t budge an inch.

Cities all around us are booming urban centers: Charleston, Atlanta, Jacksonville – but not Savannah.

The Prudential Insurance people wanted to locate their regional headquarters here in the nineteen-fifties.

It would have created thousands of jobs and made Savannah an important center of a nice, profitable, non- polluting industry.

But we said no.

Too big.

They gave it to Jacksonville instead.

In the nineteen-seventies, Gian Carlo Menotti considered making Savannah the permanent home for his Spoleto U.S.A. Festival.

Again, we were not interested.

So Charleston got it.

It’s not that we’re trying to be difficult.

We just happen to like things exactly the way they are!

I didn’t plan on driving over a high bridge during a tropical storm during a tornado watch.

I didn’t ever think about what it would be like or even something worth experiencing.

I don’t know that think much about driving over the bridge.

It wasn’t on my list.

I don’t have a list.

I certainly am not commenting on anyone who has a list or more exact, a bucket list.

I am not trying to be difficult.

Maybe I just happen to like things exactly as they are.