A Grandfather's Perspective

Author: PAPA (Page 9 of 15)

NOTE TAKING

My chemistry teacher in high school spent most of an hour long class one day emphasizing note taking. He described it as a skill we all needed to develop. Honestly, I had never given the task much thought. I remember carryng a five subject writing pad from class to class but it contained more doddles than notes. It was also a good spot to write down phone numbers and upcoming dates of school events.That there might be a specific method to taking notes wasn’t penetrating Papa’s mind in those days.

That teacher stuck with his point for a long time. He displayed enough passion on the subject that I finally took notice and paid more attention. For most of the first sixteen years of my life, teachers too often sounded as if droning on from A to B to C. However, Mr. S. got his message across: What he was saying was important. Paying attention at times delivers rewards. It turned out he was so right. Good note taking skills helped in all future classes, especially throughout college. He didn’t tell us how to do note taking. His message was that each of us develop our own system that worked for us.

The first lesson I took from him was to focus when a teacher/professor highlights a path for you. You don’t need to write down every word spoken. Develop your own shorthand/summary style. I found that writing down important points helped me retain what had been spoken. Afterwards, a review of the notes, perhaps with a skim of a textbook section on point, put the instruction in mind for a third time. Later, at university, a few students brought in tape recorders to take in every word. (In those days it involved a clunky/clumsey endeavor. I assume that is what might happen with internet classes.) I grew up using the listen, write and then re-read method. Again, establish your own system that works for you. You will discover that you have the primary responsibility for your own education. It takes effort.

You will be taught by many talented teachers/professors. You will encounter a few duds along the way. That’s the way it goes at times. However, a less than stellar teacher does not absolve you of learning. You may need to work harder but your goal should always be improvement. Good teachers/professors make everything easier for you. That is true in note taking. Sometimes you can detect a flicker of enthusiasm in their voice. Pay attention; that’s probably because an important point is being made. If the ten causes of a war are discussed in a history class and a ton of time is spent on three; it’s a good bet to be prepared for one or more of those three being on an exam.

I found it helpful to write my notes as if writing a course summary. Each day’s notes became a chapter of sorts. Don’t neglect looking at the textbook’s table of contents. Lectures often follow a book’s chapters. That can become another point of reference for points to be emphasized in your note taking. (Papa had one professor that was emtionally moved whenever he discussed Plato. Yes, a tad more in-depth study of Plato paid off at exam time. BTW: Reading some Plato is highly recommended.)

Nobody knows what he future will bring. For me I was lucky that I could use a note taking system in my career. Concise is a good trait to develop. Though a verbatim transcript was available, my notes became a mix of words and observations that proved valuable to me. Notes helped me visualize the individual as the person who had spoken. Hearing/seeing, writing and then reading. It works.

CUTESY

No, Papa is not headed in the direction you might think from this title. Still on politics. Current Affairs in the context of history has always held my interest. Television reporting of election results in the 1950’s was more or less straightforward. Votes counted, votes received, precincts outstanding, winners, losers, leaders and laggers; newscasters gave viewers statistics. Through the years election coverage has expanded beyond mere numbers to include in-depth analysis and predictions, not to mention post mortems. Papa still enjoys it but his grain of salt listening to various “talking heads” has expanded into a huge lump. However, I will be watching next Tuesday.

A main interest will be how the democrat party’s “cutesy” game turns out. Especially in the state of New Hampshire. Talking heads tell us that control of the US Senate hangs in the balance on November 8th. Drama! In an effort to ensure democracy flourishes, democrat funds were pumped to assist a supposedly “extremist” republican candidate in the New Hampshire’s primary. They wanted an easier opponent for the incumbent. Find an outsider who liked Trump and had questions about the 2020 election outcome and that candidtate could become easy pickings next Tuesday. ( Is an extremist only in the eye of the beholder?) 3.2 million dollars well spent? OOPS! That contest is now neck and neck. The seat could still be lost to a Republican. (Darn! It worked for Claire McCaskill.)

The New Hampshire race is not the only 2022 primary election is which cross-over money from the democrat party was spent to prop up what the party viewed as a questionable candidate/opponent. It’ll take some research to identify other races of less import that might be mentioned during a Tuesday newscast. (Papa’s best research tools so far: Wahington Post, NPR and Bloomberg.) One election that will not need watching or research is for govenor of Illinois. 30+ million dollars spent to maniulate a patsy must make that seat rather valuable. Papa is not sure why any republican needed help to become a defeated one in The Land Of Lincoln by a democrat. Not being a conspiracy nut myself, there is that rumor out there that many new born babies in Illinois have a chip embedded in an index finger by the MWFF* that automatically flicks any switch that has a “d” near to it.

Best to reject unfounded rumors. What is important is to vote to save democracy. At least that is a top issue according to some political pros for the 2022 mid-term elections. Papa needs to do some thinking. It is critical to oppose extremists. However, occasionally it’s okay to give them a small boost in a primary so they can have a bigger platform in the main election to broadcast their views? Perhaps fostering free speech for nut jobs is the ultimate goal of cross over money? I thought that the internet already supplied that outlet.

Crossover money registers a faint memory of a party’s objections to Wisconsin’s open primary system. (Papa likes that system created around 1905.) The Badger State registers voters without party designation. Back home misguided policies somehow developed that convention delegates follow the state’s primary results. That viewpoint bumped into a sentiment against “cross over voters” participating in democracy. So much so that a US Supreme Court case rose up from the democrats 1980 refusal to seat Wisconsin’s delegation. Apples and oranges to some extent of course. Yet, why hold a primary if it is doesn’t have meaning? And, who pays the cost of such unecessary elections? If Wisconsin was trying to undo “smoke filled back room party politics,” are primaries simply window dressing? So much to think about on a rainy day.

*Maternity Ward Freedom Fighters

DEWEY DEFEATS TRUMAN

So said the banner headline of the November 3rd, 1948 Chicago Daily Tribune. Papa was around on that date but I didn’t become aware of the headline’s significance until the 1950’s when my interest in current affairs and journalism began. You see President Truman pulled an election upset of the New York Governor on November 2nd. Due to time contraints in setting type and printing their first edition, the newspaper relied on polling and its own political expert to assume a Dewey win. Truman obtained a copy of the newspaper with the incorrect headline and his photo with it became very famous. He had a broad smile on his face. I’d say he was beaming.

Such mistakes/assumptions are rather rare but nonetheless embarrassing. I do recall my journalism teacher stressing the importance of checking the facts before publishing in the school newspaper. Professional newspapers failed in 1916 when it was reported that President Wilson did not win. Or, in 1960 when JFK was declared the winner in California. Ditto Al Gore in Florida in 2000 which I believe was television rather than newspaper. Back to print media, Hillary Clinton’s photo was featured as President on the cover of some Newsweek issues in 2016. It’s election season so we might watch for mis-calls of winners and losers next week.

BTW: I met Governor Dewey twice. He was a very nice man. He was gracious to me when I visited his law office in New York City. He was a friend of Nana’s family. He had a huge office with massive windows looking out over the city. I was a young lawyer but the discussion that stuck with me was his comment that he was keeping an eye on the construction of two side by side towers. He pointed out the site and described the work progress to date. He had a better view than any sidewalk superintendent but his interest/pride in the project was genuine. I also saw him at our wedding. When 9/11 happened, my vision of him pointing and gesturing out his window towards the towers increased the poignancy of the day for me.

KEYSTONE KOPS

My family bought our first TV around 1953. In 1946, the year when a certain member of your family was born, there were only about 6,000 television sets in the ENTIRE country!Ten years later there had been an explosion of TVs in US households. However, lots of TV sets did not mean a great number of television stations or program content. I remember that NBC was the dominate network in town. I don’t think the DUMONT network ever had an affiliate in our town. Overall there were only a handful of stations available to watch. And, they did not broadcast 24/7. I remember that on a few mornings I’d turn on our set and watch the test pattern while I waited for a mid to late morning show to start. At night there’d be a sign-off when the Star Spangle Banner was played.

One local program featured a man dressed as a cowboy who’d whittle while introducing movies. Believe it or not some of the films were SILENT. I assume the film rights were cheap and easily available. There was Charlie Chaplin of course. Papa liked the “Tons Of Fun” characters as well as Buster Keaton and Tom Mix. And, segments of some movies featured the Keystone Kops.

The Kops were a group of police with ill fitting uniforms and chaotic antics running to and fro; usually unsuccessfully chasing after a film’s comedic star. Crashing into each other, falling and bumbling were their hallmarks. They never got anything right. I don’t recall them ever making an arrest stick. Chaos reigned as soon as they appeared. They were incompetent as all get out. I was nonetheless amused, as much I suspect at their antics, as I was transfixed at the marvel of TV.

In popular culture, it has become normal to reference incoherent actions as a display of the Keystone Kops. That is easy to do in sports such as soccer when the defense scores an own goal. Or, in American football with fumbles and kicks and drops and whiffs at tackles. A Stanford/Cal game comes to mind.

However, it can be used at its best in the world of politics/government. It is a target rich enviroment. Enter the FBI. During the 1930’s-40’s, radio programs like G-Men/Gang Busters glamorized our nations lawmen. I Led Three Lives on TV and the Jimmy Stewart movie, FBI Story, both portrayed the FBI in a positive light. The FBI in those days had excellent PR. However, there were some underreported bumps along the way which were never overly publizied.

Flash forward and “The Bureau” seemingly put one D J Trump in its sights. How he got lined up by them is a story without an ending at this point. But, there he was. He was such a worthy target that a million dollar offer was made to a prospective witness by the crack agents of our most prestigous national law enforcement agency. A million bucks! Were they willing to spend such an amount of taxpayer money because they couldn’t detect the truth of political shannigans? The more germane question might be, couldn’t they have figured out the truth on their own?The days of old fashioned police work (shoe leather) had apparently faded away.

However, the story was too juicy to pass up. A Manchurian Candidate. Super spies. The FBI’s best and brightest had cheerleaders; A dogged media hound and finger pointing politicians. The events of 2016 needed a Mueller report. Tenacity was required for two impeachments. Out of office is not out of mind. How about a congressional committee? Or, better yet, a criminal case? This time will prove to be a charm. What could go wrong? The Keystone Kops and cohorts are still in action. Don’t worry that the fifth or sixth bite of the apple might generate sympathy for the target. What are they thinking? Papa still enjoys watching the Keystone Kops.

TAKE YOUR MEDICINE !

It is an election year. Last night there was a debate between candidates for the US Senate seat from Pennsylvania. One of the men running for that office suffered a stroke earlier this year. A stroke can be mild to severe. It can be deadly as was the case for your great-grandmother. Essentially blood flow to the brain is stopped or is temporarily blocked. A stroke also causes brain damage. The amount of damage varies from individual to individual. Quick treatment is vital for both survival and to lessen the extent of residual impairment.

Politics is a strange business. After a stroke, an election campaign in the ensuing months seems to me to be the last item anyone would dial up if interested in health/survival. There have been conflicting reports as to whether the man should have continued, dropped out or gone on television for yesterday’s debate. News reports of the debate and snippets I’ve viewed indicate that sympathy for his medical condition is natural. However, he does not appear to have recovered. It is difficult to understand why no one stepped forward and forcibly protected him. Perhaps he had no one but dropping out as a candidate should have been on the table. That did not seem to be a mild stroke. Strange indeed.

But, politics is not what caught Papa’s attention. It turns out the poor man has a history of A-Fib. I have had that diagnosis in common with him since approximately 2011. I didn’t even know I had it. When I retired I started an exercise program and that was when my irregular heart beat was detected. I was lucky. Apparently my heart isn’t up to snuff. (Says the man with four by-passes stitched in his heart since 1988.) With A-Fib blood enters a chamber and over stays its welcome while it sloushes around a bit before exiting. That slight delay might make some blood a little thick and muck up the works. Things get really bad if a clot travels to the brain and causes a stroke. My crack cardiologist put me on a blood thinner. Warfarin is akin to rat poison but did the job for a number of years. The medication did require blood draw checks every six weeks or so. Recently, I was switched over to a pill that does not reuire such monitoring. Papa gets a kick out of his heart doctor. She says my condition is stable and SHE can live with me being on medications for the rest of my life without a cardioversion or more elaborate interventions.

Which brings Papa back to the debate last night. I researched the candidate. He stopped taking the medication to treat his A Fib. Duh. I have no idea what medication he was to take. I didn’t learn why he stopped. There is a simple lesson here. If you have a doctor you trust and you are prescribed medication in the future; TAKE YOUR MEDICINE.

STORMS

Hurricane Fiona that stayed active all the way to our cabins was the most personal. Hurricane Ian, was stronger, did more damage and received significant media attention in the US. In regard to each, it is wise to re-emphasize that history does not begin with one’s birth/memory. Nor, that every recent weather event deserves to be a basis of political points. Standing in or walking over the rumble of other peoples lives always seems a good time to advocate legislation, agendas or theories if one is a souless politician. Real heros of course come to the aid of the afflicted.

My first memory of a hurricane was in 1954. Hurricane Hazel. Perhaps it stuck in my mind because a few years later a Milwaukee Braves player who was on a hot hitting streak became known as Hurricane (Bob) Hazle. Plus, there was TV coverage in 1954. Plus, there was plenty of weather talk before that year in my opinion. At times it seemed that the weather was the only topic of conversation for adults. Rain or no rain? Snow and how deep? The Blizzard of 1948 stories. Rivers flooding across the plains. So much weather talk. How boring. And, of course, there was someone’s old aunt who could forecast wind speed or dew point or some such from her knee pain. Yikes! Yet, none bragged that they had the power to change the weather. That’s a new phenomenon. In olden days most still reserved that feat for God or Mother Nature.

Bad storms have arisen for a long time. Don’t trust Papa. Look it up. Deadliest huriccane: 1900. Strongest in 1935. While at it, look up record high temperatures for major US cities. I’d bet there were a few scorchers in the 1930’s (Think Dust Bowl) as well as before your birth. Bad things can happen in monster storms. As they did in the past. Now of course, Florida for example, has a big population in the millions. Lots of buildings built near the coast. In a state that was once derided by sioldiers as a big swamp in the 1800’s. Florida’s population may not have been one million souls in 1900. After draining and building the people came in droves. However, population explosion doesn’t change the weather. Just gave it a bigger target to damage.

Two big items to consider today. Not enough rain locally has everyone talking about that aspect of the weather. It’s not just a huge topic; its a big worry for the locals. They cannot stand an extended summer of sun. The buzz is that we could become like California. Secondly, elections are almost here. Papa must start reading the position statements of the candidates. I have to figure out who can step forward and make the skies rain. But, it has to be clean rain.

DANCE

Entry to high school will befall each of you. It will be astonishingly sooner than expected by your parents. It may feel as if the day would never arrive for you. (Papa recalls the year getting from the 4th grade to the 5th seemed like an eternity.) Once in high school you will be exposed to an avalanche of activities. One activity that may cause some anxiety is the school dance. What to wear? Am I expected to dance? Will I look the fool if I do dance? What do I do or where do I stand if I don’t dance? The entire student body will undoubtedly stare at me the entire night.

Don’t fret. You are a Freshman. Soon you will be an old hand at school mixers. Even the painfully shy will adjust, make friends and figure out an individual comfort level. The purpose is to become at ease with socialization. When you reach upper class status you’ll know that no one stares at 9th graders; they ignore them. So, go to your high school functions. Endure any anxieties you self-create and have fun. Sadly, the four years will go by faster than you think. Enjoy every minute of it.

Papa was one of those too shy characters. But, most of us have a brain and it can be sorted out. Listening to a CD from a recent high school reunion, an old song from 1958 struck a chord with me. “Over And Over Again” The lyrics begin with…”went to a dance the other night”. It hit home for me. But it’s message includesthat one keeps going…over and over again. (BTW: The flip side of that record was a song your parents knew from their days as fans of the Brew Crew…”Rocking Robin.”)

POLITICAL PARTY AFFILIATION

Every so often one of Papa’s pet peeves rise up to irritate. I was in a “no news” mode north of the border when I became aware that a new Prime Minister of Great Britain had been selected. Because the prior PM had resigned, a nation wide election was not needed. However, his political party did need to select a new leader. So, members of parliament from his party nominated and whittled down candidates. When two prospects remained, members of the party voted for a preference. Just the party members.

In a fashion that is similar to how our major political parties selected leaders in the past. (Mostly caucuses/conventions) When my personal interest in politics was heating up in 1960 I believe that less than half of the states conducted Presidential primaries. (Wisconsin and West Virgina’s results for JFK helped change that calculus.) Now, primaries dominate. Which is why a peeve has arisen during my residency away from home. In Wisconsin a person registers as a voter. Then you can vote in any party’s nominee selection process. Out west a person can’t do so without registering/affiliating as a party member. As a registered independent I am precluded from voting in a primary. To me it is a sham that 30 or 40 % of the voters here are claimed to be members of a political party simply because they are coerced into registering with a party..

If a person believes in the principles of a particular party, they shoiuld fill out an application, pay dues and be a “party” member. Go to meetings and help formulate party policies/agendas. Join up! (When I was young I went to both a local republican and democrat party meeting. Neither passed my “folks I’d like to have beers with” test.) Of course, party registration facilitates a lazy man’s route. Straight party ticket voting eliminates the bother of thought. Thinking too much can hurt one’s brain. Back home, common sense made it easier to vote closer to a 50/50 party split. Out west the local one party monopoly has mostly abandoned sense. It is no longer a question of who’d I’d like to have a beer with; it’s an entire herd of folks I’d never ever sip beer with. And, I like beer.

HIATUS

That Papa was allowed across the border is a wonderment but here I am. Of course, no electricity up the road also means no internet. No blog. Did you even notice? Found this internet outlet 16 miles from cabin so I simply wanted to alert you not to search frantically everyday for a new post. Might be a long wait.

Only seen my eagle a few times. Few seabirds of any kind. Lobster season ended just fater my arrival. Fun to watch boats circle and pull in and set then traps. Up here the main topic is the new haircut of the country’s leader. Back home I guess any of our leaders would be happy to have hair to cut. The loss of common sense generation used to mistrust anyone over 30 years of age. Now, they are enthralled with geezerhood. (At the time a 62 year old President Elect Eisenhower seem old.) 62 and under might be a good cutoff.

Have a good summer. Until I’m back in town or allowed across the border don’t keep a vigil.

SIBLING LOVE

The recent assassination attempt on the life of a US Supreme Court Justice should send shivers through our nation. The judiciary is a vital pillar of our constitutional republic. Shameful enough that someone violated the privacy and integrity of that third branch by leaking a draft court opinion. An act of selfish disregard of an institution of contemplative and congenial endeavors. That act also sullied the reputation and potential careers of fellow employees. No spine exists in the leaker’s character to step forward and self-identify. (At least until a book/promotional deal is funded.) No honor for the special interest/idealogue/group who publicaly posted home addresses of justices.

Armed with a gun, knife and implements for burglary/hostage taking a young man upset by the leaked opinion arrived at the home of a justice of our Supreme Court. Luckily, US Marshals were on duty to provide security. The assassin apparently walked away at the sight of armed protection. Initial news reports indicated that the would be killer then called 911 and turned himself in. Calling 911 while blocks away from his sighting of law enforcement didn’t quite make sense to Papa. Run away or come back to strike another day or seek out a different target. Hard to know with a dearth of news; especially from a few major news sources that didn’t judge the story big enough to get near the front page.

However, as an old time news broadcaster used to say, there’s always the rest of the story. The potential assassin’s strike to the heart of the rule of law met up with the intercession of his Guardian Angel. Thankfully, after seeing security at the justice’s home, the wanna be killer texted his sister. His subsequent call to 911 was apparently made at her urging. An act of sibling love that may have prevented untold damage our country. A lesson that in tough times, contact with a sibling is a good idea. A small portion of good news on this Flag Day.

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