Monday, February 20, 2017

"It's to you, Harry..."

On election night, 1948, photo credit, Bryon Rollis, AP, fair use claimed, full link here.

Greetings All:

It's President's Day.  Contrary to the wishes of Homer Simpson, we no longer get to claim both Lincoln and Washington's birthday as a holiday.  Instead, we honor all our presidents today.  There will be no mail and I'm pretty sure garbage "night" is now Wednesday as trash pickup is bumped a day ahead.  There is no school and while I will get (some) work done today, I won't be wearing a tie.

I have not written for a couple of weeks.  I've got a couple of posts in the works but I wanted to slip in this one as it is a day to recall those who held a certain Federal office.  

When one thinks of our Presidents, who comes mind?  There's the two previously mentioned:  Washington and Lincoln.  Our current President, Donald J. Trump, regardless of how one feels about him, certainly has created news.  He replaced a man, Barack H. Obama, who also caused strong emotions to stir in people, both positive and negative.  

Then there are the Presidents we've kinda forgotten about.  Martin Van Buren was the eighth President.  (And yes, I had to look that up to be sure I was right about that fact.)  You can read more about him 

I refer to myself as a "hobby historian."  I love the subject yet the more I learn about it, the more I realize how much I don't know.  It seems like with every book or podcast I come across, I learn more about it.  History, after all, is about people.  Oh sure, there's the history of the planet and the death of the dinosaurs, but what really matters to us is the people and what they did that impact our lives today.

For America, there is no person who can impact history, for good or for ill, than the President.  We've had 45 of them and each one played his part on the historical stage.

Then there were those who never achieved that office.  Hillary Clinton (whom I voted for in two primary and one general election) came agonizingly close.  Then, there were those who were part of the government, a "heartbeat away" as they like to say.  History is replete of those whose ambitions were denied by the electorate.  

Oh, and history would be incomplete without villains.  Thanks to the amazing musical, "Hamilton," the world knows about the treasonous acts of Vice President Arron Burr.  Here was another guy who wanted the top job and was ruthless in his pursuit of power.  Old Nicky M would have have been proud of him, to say the least. 

How about we here a little music on this subject, shall we?  Thanks to our friends at YouTube we can watch the first performance of "Hamilton" at the White House in 2009.  Here you go, enjoy!

So as to my favorite President?  Well, I have many that I admire.  Yet if I had to ping one as my favorite, that would be the man from Independence, Missouri.  A failed small business owner and a man whose own mother-in-law voted against in the 1948 election.  His formal education ended after high school and he was about as far removed from his boss, Franklin Delano Roosevelt in class and status.  He enjoyed bourbon (Old Grand Dad was a favorite, as I recall) and playing poker. 

Rumor has it (although an exhaustive 12-minute internet search failed to confirm this fact) Truman was playing poker when he was summoned to the White House on April 12, 1945 around 5:30 p.m.  It was then he learned that he was about to sit down at a table of truly "no limits."  FDR had died and a few hours later, he was President of the United States.

Unlike others, Truman had no sincere presidential ambitions.  He had already exceeded expectations.  He was not picked to be FDR's running mate in 1944 not so much for who he was, but for what he was not.  The current Veep, Henry Wallace, had gotten uncontrollable.  Another candidate, James (Jimmy) Burns had exemplary political credentials, yet was from South Carolina at a time where segregation was sadly still in full effect.  Truman, from Missouri, was a solid, safe choice.  

Truman did have certain character traits that were admirable.  He was a hard worker who took his role as a Senator seriously.  He had been an artillery captain in World War I and could relate to the life and death decisions war leaders have to make.  He was also well-liked by colleagues.  It may seem hard to believe in this era where the battle lines in our current political world are akin to the trench warfare Truman saw (and heard and smelled) of World War I, yet back then, politicians talked to each other.  They socialized together and (gasp!) were even friends.  All these qualities made him FDR's VP...for about 83 days.

Truman was far from a perfect man.  He had a temper and might have made decisions that were driven from too much of an "all politics is local" standpoint.  Yet he was a man of principal.  He desegreated the military in 1948.  When Stalin shut down the roads to West Berlin, Truman refused to take the bait and start World War III, instead initiating the Berlin Airlift.  This effort not only prevented war but kept West Berlin free, miles inside the Iron Curtain of post-war Soviet domination.  

Truman was not supposed to win election in 1948.  The photo that opens this blog post is of him showing the (dare I say it, "fake news") incorrect headline of him losing to the presumptive winner, Thomas Dewey of New York.  Talk about drawing an inside straight...

Truman never had the benefit of a transition period.  He was both mocked and despised by many, including those whom owed him their service and subordination.  Still, he kept playing the cards he was dealt.  Here's a good read on Truman that articulates this point better than I can.

I don't play poker often, hardly ever, actually.  I've heard it is a game that requires a variety of skills to be employed simultaneously.  I suppose aside from the math skills, one has to read people as well as cards. Truman played this game well, very well.  (Please read this terrific story by a true historian,Michael Beschloss that is linked in the previous sentence.)
And I do not mean just at friendly card games.  I also mean at the most dangerous poker room in the world from '45-53.  

Retired President Truman playing poker, photo from the Truman Library, fair use claimed.

If you play any type of strategy game, from cards to chess, sometimes the thing you DON'T want is to have to make a decision, a move.  I probably lost more games of chess against my Scoutmaster growing up because I made the wrong move late in the game.  Yet sometimes in a game, in life, you don't have the option of not making a move.  That can be an inconvenient fact, aggravated by the fact your opponent probably knows what your going to do next.

If you love, or even like history, then I highly, highly recommend you check out Dan Carlin's Hardcore History podcast.  He is an amazing storyteller and goes into a deep dive of historical fact with the skill of a seasoned screenplay writer.  I have a link above to the episode I just listened to, "The Destroyer of Worlds."  I'm compelled by my conscience to point out that Mr. Carlin captures the poker analogy wonderful and I'm (kinda) backing up the truck to steal this line for my blog post.  (In fact, I will reference this podcast likely again in a future blog post.  But let's see if I stay focused enough to finish it...)

So here's to my favorite President, Harry S. Truman.  He played the cards he was dealt about as well as possible.  When the game turned to Truman, be it in a friendly game in Kansas City or on the world stage, he kept his poker face when someone said, "It's to you, Harry."

Be well my friends,


Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Perhaps So

Today's Quad Cities Times sports page, fair use claimed, photo by J. Berta.

Greetings All:

The 51st Super Bowl (played February 5, 2017) is in the record books.  It ended with the New England Patriots, once again, winning the Lombardi Trophy.  This is number 5 for New England, an impressive feat indeed.  Here is CNN's take on the game.  

It was an epic comeback, likely to be considered the greatest Super Bowl of all time.  For the Atlanta Falcons, it is a painful experience and likely to be a painful memory for years/decades to come.  I do feel for their fans, as this had to be a devestating loss.

At the center (or more precisely behind the center) of this storybook comeback was New England's quarterback, Tom Brady.

Much has been written of Tom Brady' process as a quarterback and that was prior to this game.  Since he engineered the miracle comeback, the accolades continue to pour in about the virtues of Tom Brady.  Whether it is his leadership traits, his philosophic   pursuits, or his uncompromising uncompromising health regime, he is a unique individual.

I've never been a Tom Brady fan.  I recall a few years ago that I saw him during the National Anthem (long before the current controversy regarding a certain other quarterback) I saw him not placing his hand over his heart and I hammered him on Facebook.  Then there was the whole "Deflategate" matter.  Some say the Commish threw the book at him.  I think he got off easy.  In any event, that is in the past.

The simple fact is Tom Brady led his team to the most improbable Super Bowl victory ever.  In the face of seemingly overwhelming odds, he found a way to win.  He was never rattled.  He never panicked.  He tuned out the noise and simply threw completion after completion after completion.  When the game went into overtime and New England won the coin toss, it was as if the game was over.  Tom Brady was on a roll and he was not going to stop until he found the endzone.  Sure enough, he did.

If I want to be truly honest with myself, my ire with Tom Brady is driven in part by a silly, stupid resentment of his discipline.  I want to say to him, "Eat a cheeseburger, drink a beer, stay up late, sleep in, skip the gym."

And I suspect if I were to ever have that conversation, Tom Brady would smile at me and politely say, "No thank you."  He would go about his business, not caring what I did or what I thought.  In many ways, Brady is a practitioner of Stoicism- focusing on what he can control and nothing else. 

I grew up in the 70s.  One of my heroes growing up was Kenny "The Snake" Stabler.  He quarterbacked the Oakland Raiders to a Superbowl victory in 1977.  Here is a review of that game. In fact, back in 2000, I got a football signed by him at a casino in Bettendorf.  He was an early icon of the game.  Here's a solid account of his his exploits.

Stabler was the other side of the coin to Brady.  Where Brady's life rivals that of a monk, Stabler's life was one of a well, 1970s quarterback.  He drank and caroused and drank some more.  Yet come game time, he was ready to play.  One could argue the Raiders had an unfair advantage as they often had twelve players on the field, 11 in uniform and Stabler's hangover.

Brady and Stabler, two men so different and yet, so much alike.  I started writing this post Sunday night (it's now Thursday) and was thinking about Stabler this whole "Superbowl Season."  Then tonight, when Carly was at dance at the Family Museum, I took the minute walk to the library and perused the new book selection.  Despite the fact I am w-a-y behind on my current reading, I grabbed this:

Mike Freeman's book on Ken Stabler, fair use claimed.  Photo by J. Berta.

I have just read a few pages of it and suspect before the weekend is over, I'll have burned thru it.  Of what I have read, it covers the expected material, yet it also goes deeper into the man.  The back cover sums it up nicely:

The back cover of Mike Freeman's book on Ken Stabler, fair use claimed.  Photo by J. Berta.

As the photo might be hard to read, here is part of the back cover:

"In the 1970s, football was a militaristic, blind apparatus, where personalities were crushed under the weight of uniformity.  But quarterback Ken Stabler was something else."

Yes, yes he was.  He told the NFL:  "I'm going to party and be ready to play on Sunday, your rules, your assumptions of how I should live be damned."

Fast forward forty years, another quarterback steps forward.  He too challenges convention, by his diet, by his shunning of the weight room for resistance band, by declining alcohol and dairy and late nights.  And most of all...not giving a damn what anyone thought of him, save his family and teammates.

Is Tom Brady the greatest ever?  Perhaps so. And I suspect that if we could sit down and visit with Kenny Stabler, he'd likely concur.  He'd concur for Brady's exploits on the field.  He'd concur for how he's led his life (on his terms.) 

Now who am I to argue with The Snake?

Be well my friends,

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

As January Fades

Our kitchen calendar, photo by J. Berta

Greetings All:

January is over, one month down.  Here in Iowa, winter still rules yet the cold has not been as biting.  We have no snow and the days are tantalizingly getting longer.  I'm under no illusions that there is still a LOT of cold left before spring arrives.  Still, watching January fade does not bring me any sadness.  There are 49 days of winter left, come on, spring, come on, spring!

As I look back on this month, I am surprised at how fast it flew by.  Certain things I had hoped to accomplish are still on track.  Others are still on the drawing board.  Some are DOA.  

Let's take one for example-exercising more.  Overall, it's been a pretty good month.  Yet today I totally slipped and talked myself out of getting on the treadmill.  I was even wearing running shorts and all I had to do was put on shoes and walk about 50 steps to the machine.  I even have a book I look forward to listing to ready to go.  But it didn't happen.

Why?  There are the natural culprits:  Motivation, prioritization, ineffective time management.  All true.  Yet I would say that the biggest reason I did not get on the treadmill was I was not convinced of its importance, its significance.

My not exercising is just one example of why certain things I "wanted" to do did not happen.  If I do not see the importance in an activity, I will not do it.  If I do not view it as a high enough priority, it will not happen. 

One of the best things we can do as we head into February is to re-engage with our goals for 2017.  Goals help clarify the things that are important, significant and a priority in our lives  My friend, keynote motivational speaker Dave "The Shef" Sheffield sums it up nicely in this video.   I invite you to watch it.

Along with revisiting our goals is the equally important task of deciding what is not as important.  It is ok to not respond to every post you see on Facebook.  (Are you really going to change your friend's opinion about "__________"?)  Join a group?  Serve on a committee?  Attend a charitable event?  These are all worthy endeavors but it is something that is assisting you in doing the big things that will help make 2017 your best year ever?  There is nothing wrong with saying NO and I am attempting to do that myself.  It is somewhat of a trite comment but it is true:  By saying "NO" now you can say "YES" to other, bigger things down the road.

So here's to the next 11 months of 2017.  I hope it is terrific for you.  Here's to all of us re-engaging with our goals as winter, like January, fades.

Be well my friends,

Saturday, January 14, 2017

"Get Up!"

Vice-President Biden and I, Camp Victory DFAC, 4 July 2009.  Photo by J. Berta

Greetings All:

4 July 2009, Camp Liberty, Iraq

My phone rings at my desk, the voice on the other end is friendly, yet direct.  "If you'd like to have lunch at the _____ (I forget it's name) DFAC (dining facility), I'd be there no later than 1100."

After assuring it would be cool for me to be out of the legal office for a while, I made damn sure I was early for "lunch."  

January 14, 2016, The White House

In what was briefed as a private meeting, Vice President Joe Biden instead walked into a packed room full of friends, colleagues, admirers all.  "Chief" (no pun intended, well, on second thought, let's go with a pun) among them was President Obama.

After singing the praises of his partner and loyal Vice President, President Obama, for the last time, awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom to the Vice President.  I almost missed the story.  However, thanks to the Facebook feed, I caught it.  Here is The New York Times article.

NPR was generous enough to carry the presentation in its entirety.  Here is their story's link.  It's 38 minutes, yet it is worth a watch.  (And hey, there is an ice storm headed our way, so you'll have plenty of time to check out all these videos prior to and after the Packers game tomorrow.)  

It should be noted that not only was the Vice President awarded The Presidential Medal of Freedom but it was also "With Distinction."  The Veep is in truly elite company with His Holiness, Pope John Paul II, and  Former Secretary of State Colin L. Powell, with this additional honor.  An honor I will say is well deserved.  Here is link to The White House's webpage to learn about the medal and past awardees, 2009-2016.

Here is how the medal is described by President Obama:

"The Presidential Medal of Freedom is not just our nation's highest civilian honor—it's a tribute to the idea that all of us, no matter where we come from, have the opportunity to change this country for the better. From scientists, philanthropists, and public servants to activists, athletes, and artists, these 21 individuals have helped push America forward, inspiring millions of people around the world along the way." 

Needless to say...a big deal.   Sorry, I could not resist.  This is, after all, vintage Joe Biden.

In all seriousness and with all due respect, I was so thrilled to see our Vice President be awarded this honor.  President Obama paid a fitting tribute to his friend and partner, his Vice-President and our Vice-President.

June 9, 1987, Des Moines, Iowa

I am standing in a hotel ballroom.  I'm 18 and aside from being excited about getting served at the bar, I was in awe of the man at the podium, speaking.  It was Joe Biden, then a Senator and a rising star in Democratic politics.  I jumped on the bandwagon as a volunteer and it was a wild, wonderful ride.

The poster announcing the presidential campaign of Joe Biden.  Poster photo courtesy of my friend Joe Hansen.  Please note the words of praise to one Joe to another one.  (Hansen helped run the Biden campaign in Iowa in the spring and summer of 1987 until Biden withdrew from the race.

It also ended abruptly.  After allegations of plagiarism, Biden withdrew from the race before it even began.  it was my first political heartbreak.  It would not be the last.

The next time I saw Biden was two decades later.  The "lunch" invite I had was to meet him, courtesy of his son, Beau.  Beau, God rest his soul, was a member of the Delaware National Guard and we had met earlier in the year.  I mentioned to him that we had met at his Dad's announcement back in '87.  We did not see much of each other in Iraq, yet we did have a few meals together and did work stuff on occasion.  He also knew I was a big fan of his Dad.  It was him on the phone back on 4 July, inviting me into the event with his Dad.  Thanks to Beau, I was able to get the photo that opens up this blog post.  

Back to The White House...

If you pull up the NPR video to the 5:50 mark, you will hear President Obama talk about how Vice President Biden's family would inspire and challenge him to deal with the adversities of life.  They had a simple message:  "Get up!"  If there is a mantra of Joe Biden, it may be those two words.

His whole life has been about getting up.  He got up at 30 when his wife and baby daughter were killed in a traffic accident and his two young sons were critically injured.  He took the oath of office for the U.S. Senate from his sons' hospital bed.  He got up after having to exit the presidential race (for something that by today's standards is laughable).  He got up after a major health scare.  He got up after being denied his party's nomination and faced the reality that his presidential ambitions were done.  And he got up when his son Beau died tragically of cancer.  All the while, he continued to be true to what he believed and himself.

After he was awarded the medal, The President invited the Vice-President to address the crowd.  Although it was clear he had no prepared remarks, he spoke with an eloquent candor.  Gone was the confident man of '87, full of ideas and a righteous belief in himself.  Instead stood a man who had lived a full life, who had weathered the storms of his life, storms that would have knocked out others for good.  He had a perspective that can only come with age...and service.

At one point in his remarks, he quoted the Talmud:  "What comes from the heart, enters the heart."  Whether one is a fan of the Vice President or not, one cannot deny he is a genuine, decent man.  One whom has had much come and enter his heart.

I invite and encourage you to watch this video, courtesy of Elite Daily.  It sums up the life that has been lived with love, heartbreak, determination, defeat, resolve, resiliency, joy, laughter, faith, achievement, setback, and above all,...getting back up.  

Congratulations Mr. Vice President on this award, well deserved indeed.

Be well my friends,

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Monday, January 9, 2017

On Fire, Forgiveness & Remembrance

The fireplace at Cunnick-Collins Funeral Home.  Photo by J. Berta

Greetings All:

Friday night, January 6, 2016, about 6:25 p.m.

I am sitting on a couch.  Outside, winter's fury is on full display.  It's in the single digits with the wind chill adding to the misery.  Yet I'm warm and comfortable.  Before me roars a fire.  Although the wood is fake and the fire's fuel is gas, it is still pretty to behold, and comforting, but only to a point.

After all, how comfortable can one be in a funeral home?  How comfortable should one be at a funeral home?

The funeral home in question is Cunnick-Collins in Davenport, Iowa.  I was there for the visitation of my friend and my Mom's best friend, Mary Elizabeth Sievert.  Mary passed away shortly before the new year.  Her funeral was delayed to allow her family from California time to travel here.  I can only imagine how the cold felt to them.

Mary Elizabeth was nothing short of an amazing woman.  She was an educator, mentor, civic leader, an antique expert and simply put, a wonderful lady.  One of my favorite stories about her is when she was teaching Chemistry at Central High School and was speaking to a female student about her career plans.  When the young lady said she was going to be a nurse, Mary Elizabeth challenged her to go to medical school.  She did.

At her funeral Saturday (January 7, 2016), there were many in attendance who were their to honor her both for her professional accomplishments and the person she was.  Although Mary did not have children, she had many, many dear friends.  I consider myself quite fortunate to be one of them.  During the sermon, the Pastor commented, "Mary was the favorite aunt you wished you had."  He was right.

Although we were all terribly saddened by her passing, no one (at least that I know) would ever said her life was not lived to the fullest and she made the most of her time here on Earth.  If you'd like to read her obituary, here is the link.

For some of us, like Mary, life ends after many decades and a lifetime of memories with few, if any, regrets. 

Unfortunately, that cannot be said of all.  Case in point:  Mr. Charles "Sonny" Liston.  Liston was a boxer and at one point, the heavyweight champion of the world.  Then he stepped into the ring with Muhammad Ali.  Once was enough to de-throne Liston, twice was enough to effectively end his career as a boxer.  His life spiraled down from there.  Here's the Wikipedia link if you'd like to read more. about his life.

Less than six years later, Sonny Liston would be dead.  Today (January 9th) marks the 46th anniversary of his funeral.

I have not thought of Sonny Liston often.  For the life of me, I cannot recall what led me to find this terrific article by Shaun Assael, "The Last of Sonny Liston."  You can read it here.  In it, Assael re-visits Liston's last sad days in December of 1970 and his death on or about December 30th.  There are rumors that Liston had been murdered.  The Assael article raises the possibility Liston might have been killed.  However, no one will ever really know for sure what took Liston down for his final ten-count.  The coroner finally ruled Liston's death as by "natural causes," yet I suspect the questions around his passing will continue for years to come.

What is undisputed is Sonny Liston's funeral was packed with friends, well-wishers and likely some of the curious.  Assael writes, "The funeral itself was a crush. Between seven hundred and a thousand mourners were trying to get seats in a mortuary that fit four hundred."

Yet noticeably absent from his funeral were his former competitors from the ring.  Again, from Assael's article:

"Joe Louis, one of six pallbearers, was the only heavyweight champion there and came late because, as he explained, he was shooting craps and 'Sonny would understand.'”

Something tells me Sonny would.  Sonny Liston, a man perhaps not known for compassion surely would have forgiven his old friend.  It is a shame he could not forgive himself and released him from a death sentence of substance abuse...and a broken heart.

And speaking of forgiveness, let's shift to football for a moment.  The NFL playoffs are at hand.  The field has been winnowed to eight teams.  One team not playing next week is the Oakland Raiders.  The Raiders are an interesting team.  Known for their silver & black uniforms, a certain swagger and rabid fans, they have experienced a resurgence this past year.  No doubt their former owner, Al Davis is smiling down on his team.

Al Davis made the Raiders and was the Raiders.  With his (literally) trademarked slogan, "Just win baby," he set the tone for a team and and era.

Now his son Mark has taken over the reins.  Mark Davis is an interesting guy in his own right.  This story from Tim Keown discusses  how the younger Davis drives a 1997 minivan and his other quirks. 

The two Davis' did not always get along and that is being charitable.  One could understand if Mark Davis had relegated his father's memory to the top shelf on a trophy case.  A place of honor, but also one away from the current team's actions, distantly visible and covered with dust.

Davis chose to go another way.  Keown writes:

"A week after his father died, Mark had a torch installed at the Coliseum with one word -- al -- inscribed on the base. Before every home game, Davis picks someone to light the torch, and he has used the honor to forgive old sins. Marcus Allen, the former running back who famously feuded with Al, lit the torch early in the 2012 season. Almost two months later, it was coach Jon Gruden, who was traded to Tampa Bay after leading the Raiders to a pair of division championships."

What a fitting tribute to his father.  Al Davis was like a wildfire scorching the dry brush that was the NFL a half-century ago.  Now, that fire has been captured and focused into a legacy of remembrance.  Mark Davis has also found a way to forgive past hurts.  Some may say even the sins of the father.

From the Oakland Raiders Facebook page, fair use claimed and a good-faith basis to believe sharing for the limited purpose of this blog is authorized.  Here is the Raider's Facebook caption:  "Former Raiders CB Nnamdi Asomugha lit the torch in tribute to and in memory of Al Davis prior to yesterday's game:"

I follow only one podcast with any regularity and it is Tim Ferris'.  He continues to impress, amaze actually, with the people Tim has on his show as guests who share with us their outlooks on life.  Their accomplishments, while wildly impressive, are more like the wrapping on a sandwich that serves the purpose of protecting the nourishment of the ideas, the philosophy of his guests. 

One such guest who fits this bill is Dr. BJ Miller.  He is a doctor who has done amazing work in the areas of death, dying, and hospice care.  One of the reasons he has such a passion for this is due to his intimate understanding of how close we are to death.  When he was a college student at Princeton, he suffered a catastrophic injury, costing him both legs below the knee and the majority of his left arm.  For some, that would be prescription of lifetime misery, aggravated by substance & alcohol abuse.  Not Dr. Miller.  Instead, he took this experience and used it to be his inspiration for a career of service and leadership.  He epidermises the expression:  "Physician, heal thyself."  

If you want to check out the podcast to Ferriss' show with Dr. Miller, please click here.

In addition, Dr. Miller has a TED Talk that I watched Saturday about two hours before Mary Elizabeth's funeral.  I have seen a LOT of great TED Talks.  This one is clearly on the medal stand and here's the link.

I have watched this talk three more times since Saturday.  I was captivated by Dr. Miller's passion and compassion for approaching the end of life.  His near-death experience and THE death of parts of his body give him a perspective no one would wish to have.  Still, it is both his history and his present story.  He embraces it.

He tells the story of when he was in the hospital recovering from his injury, still reeling in burning pain that a nurse smuggled a snowball into his room.  With his remaining hand, he held it, watching and feeling it melt.  Soon, it was gone.  Still, for a moment, his moment, the snowball was his.  I'm not doing this story justice because you cannot see the look of joy, reverence even, in Dr. Miller's face as he re-tells this story.  Please see for yourself if you would like.

At the end of Dr. Miller's TED Talk, he has this most amazing thought:  He returns to the snowball from many years ago.  Then he says:  "If we love such moments (the snowball story) ferociously, then maybe we can learn to live well not in spite of death but because of it.  Let death be what takes us, not a lack of imagination."

It is clear that Dr. Miller has forgiven himself for the decision that changed his life forever.  Countless hospice patients and those who get to hear his words are much better off because of that decision.

Saturday, January 7, 2016, about Noon.

The church doors open, letting in both sunlight and cold air.  It is time for Mary Elizabeth's earthly form to begin her final journey.  

I have never carried a casket before.  It was certainly not light, yet the weight was not unbearable.  While the cold was prominent, it was not nearly as bad as the previous evening.  It did not penetrate through my suit as much as enveloped me, as if to say, "I'm here."  I was not wearing gloves and while the metal handles of the coffin were cool, it did not produce the skin-ripping cold sensation that surely would have occurred the previous evening.  It was as if the fury of winter elected to pause, not unlike the car I saw stop driving on Locust Street, in honor of Mary Elizabeth.

As we approached the hearst, the sidewalk was uneven in spots.  We had to step onto the grass to position the coffin for entry.  Although I am clumsy by nature, I did not have any fear of tripping or rolling an ankle.  I felt as if the other pall bearers and I were being guided during our brief, yet important task.  As we walked back into the church, the sun was high, shining brightly, a first cousin to the fire of the previous evening.  

Death is going to come to all of us.  Whether you are famous, once famous, notorious, or a wonderful, descent person, all will leave this world.  My Dad has a terrific line:  "If you don't die young, you're gonna get old."  For those of us among the living, we would do well to learn from the lives of those who have departed this world.  Mary Elizabeth had neither the fame nor adoration of a Sonny Liston.  Then again, she never succumbed to the tragic set of circumstances that befell Liston.  I am convinced she received the far better part of the bargain. 

As I conclude this post I think back to the fire at Cunnick-Collins from Friday night.  I think of its fire as both a source of heat for my body and comfort. for my soul.  Fire is perhaps the greatest contradiction we can ever know.  It cannot give us warmth unless wood is put upon it and only in destroying the wood through flame can the heat be harvested.  I think Marcus Aurelius said it best: 
"The blazing fire makes flames and brightness out of everything thrown into it."  

When fire is focused and controlled, it can bring us warmth and comfort.  When fire is free of boundaries, it can wreak havoc on a horrific scale.  The same is true for memories.  Focused and kept in perspective, they can be a basis for forgiveness and self-improvement, regardless of past circumstances.  However, memories of past defeats left unchecked can metastasize into rage.  This rage will paralyze and prevent one from moving forward with after a life chapter is complete.  Sadly, Sonny Liston suffered from this malady.

Mary Elizabeth Sievert was someone we can look up to, admire, emulate and celebrate for a life well lived.  For many, including me, she was a fire, burning bright, and so will be her memory. 

R.I.P. Mary Elizabeth.  Please hug my Mom for me, thanks.

Be well my friends,

This was was originally published on January 9, 2017.

Sunday, January 1, 2017

Happy New Year!

Our microwave announcing the New Year.  Photo by J. Berta

Greetings All:

So here it is, 2017, Happy New Year!  I hope you all had a great time welcoming in the new year.  I know we did.  It's been a while since I wore a suit and tie on New Year's.  I recognize that some of you had to work and thanks to those who did to help make our night fun.  I especially appreciate the Uber, cab and other drivers who were out there and helped all of us get home in one piece.  

As it is New Year's Day, it is also a "holy day of obligation."  Although I did not make it to Mass, I will share some of Pope Francis' New Year's Day message:  

“The new year will be good in the measure in which each of us, with the help of God, tries to do good, day by day, that’s how peace is created,...”

Sage advice.

And as is New Year's Day, I suppose it would be appropriate to give a nod to U2's song by the same name.   I always liked the video, yet I think I like this live version more.  The band are no longer the fresh-faced rockers of the 80s.  They are older.  Then again, aren't we all.

This is one of the more odd New Year's from a calendar standpoint as it is a Sunday, so the holiday is observed tomorrow.  I suspect some of you are doing what we're doing:  Lying around and enjoying the day.  Iowa just knocked off Michigan in basketball and tonight Green Bay takes on Detroit for the North Division Championship in the NFL.  With tomorrow being a holiday, there is a bit of luxury with today to not focus too much on the week (and year) ahead.  I think that is good thing.

As I mentioned yesterday, I am not a big fan of resolutions.  I am a huge proponent of goal-setting.  I mentioned Vic Johnson's book, The Thirteen Secrets of World-Class Achievers yesterday and I invite you to read or listen to it.

I will pass along for today another suggestion- listen to Simon Sinek's TED Talk.  Here's the link.  I have watched this talk a number of times and just reviewed it again today.  I think it is terrific.  I particularly like how Simon breaks it down into something basic, his "Golden Circle" of WHY? HOW? WHAT?  He nails why Apple is the market leader but it's applicable to any of us.  Any of us can do what an Apple does if we determine what is our "WHY?"

So I'd ask you this question:  What is your "why" for 2017?  I think if you answer that question, you'll be on your way to some serious goal-setting.

And by the way, I'm asking myself that same question.

Be well my friends and Happy New Year!

Saturday, December 31, 2016

"...And What Have You Done?"

Our kitchen calendar, photo by J. Berta.

Greetings All:

"So this is Christmas and what have you done
Another year over, a new one just begun..."

You may recognize these lyrics from John Lennon and his song "Happy Xmas (War Is Over.)"  Although I normally shut off Christmas music in my car and in my head, I like this song because it has a sense of both reflection and hope.  Reflection for the year gone past and hope for the new year.  

I know for many people 2016 was not a banner year.  There were disappointments, some profound.  Recently, Facebook has become the online funeral home where we have been paying our respects to the celebrities who have left us in the past year.  Of note was the immediate passing of Carrie Fisher and her Mom, Debbie Reynolds.  My friend Alex posted this to Facebook and it is worth posting here:  

Carrie Fisher watching her Mom, Debbie Reynolds, perform on stage, circa early 1960s?  Photo credit is unknown.  Fair use/public domain claimed is respectfully claimed, no commercial use.

And yet, there were moments of joy this year.  For my Chicago Fan friends, over a century of heartbreak ended with an epic victory against an equally-determined Cleveland Indians team.  For many, this the below image will not soon be forgotten.

The image on my T.V. screen after the Cubs won the World Series.  Photo by J. Berta.

For me, this year's highs and lows came within a week of each other.  My Dad was diagnosed with blood in his brain and required emergency surgery.  Fast-forward two weeks later and he's back up and moving around, with the staples removed (from his skull) and no worse for wear.  At the hospital, shortly after the doctors explained his condition, they marveled at how high functioning he was with that much internal bleeding.  I commented:  "Gentlemen, this man survived Hitler and Stalin.  Do you think some internal bleeding is going to slow him down?"

Of course, I was making light of an incredibly serious, potentially fatal situation.  I am beyond grateful for both the health-care professionals AND his friends and patrons who mentioned to me that Dad was, "...just not himself."  

So as this year comes to an end, it is appropriate to reflect upon it.  It is also fine, normal actually, to look to the year ahead.  It will be interesting, that is a certainty.

As for ourselves, we may be tempted to pursue resolutions.  I am not against them in the least.  I just happen to believe that they are folly and a fool's errand for they never last.  Unless you are willing to change habits, then all the good intentions are meaningless.  Case in point:  Go to any gym the first few weeks of January and good luck finding a machine.  Show up in early February and you'll have your pick of the place.  It's just human nature.

If one is interested in some degree of self-improvement this coming year (and I include myself with that ambition) then I'd suggest looking at goal-setting.  The difference, in my opinion, between resolutions and goal setting is that while a resolution is an aspiration ("I'm going to lose weight this year!") goal-setting involves a plan to accomplish the goal of "I am going to lose five pounds by St. Patrick's Day."  

I highly recommend Vic Johnson's book,  The Thirteen Secrets of World Class Achievers.  I first listened to the audio book and liked it so much, I got it in book form.  You can order it here from Amazon.

Whatever 2017 holds for you, I hope it is full of joy and satisfaction.  I am certain it will have its challenges.  That is OK.  Without challenges, life would be dull, painfully so.  I'll leave you with another set of Mr. Lennon's lyrics.  Its the best final holiday season wish I can think of:

"A very merry Christmas and a happy new year
Let's hope it's a good one without any fear."

Be well my friends...and Happy New Year!