On August 23, 1775 (245 years ago today) King George III of England issued a Proclamation of Rebellion. It read in part:
Whereas many of our subjects in divers parts of our Colonies and Plantations in North America, misled by dangerous and ill designing men, and forgetting the allegiance which they owe to the power that has protected and supported them; after various disorderly acts committed in disturbance of the publick peace, to the obstruction of lawful commerce, and to the oppression of our loyal subjects carrying on the same; have at length proceeded to open and avowed rebellion, by arraying themselves in a hostile manner, to withstand the execution of the law, and traitorously preparing, ordering and levying war against us: And whereas, there is reason to apprehend that such rebellion hath been much promoted and encouraged by the traitorous correspondence, counsels and comfort of divers wicked and desperate persons within this Realm.
King George was especially referring to events in the Colony of Massachusetts.
After more than a century and a half of rule from the other side of the Atlantic, a significant portion of the inhabitants of British North America saw their future prosperity depending on independence. However, it would be another 316 days until such desire was formalized in writing in Philadelphia.
What events led George to issue such Proclamation? On April 19, 1775, 700 British soldiers (Redcoats) marched from Boston to Lexington and Concord, Massachusetts to confiscate guns and ammunition being stockpiled by local citizens for the purpose of opposing the Crown. 3,500 of such citizens (minutemen) were waiting for the Redcoats. Fighting in the two cities and on the British retreat back to Boston left a total of 340 casualties on both sides.
In the aftermath of the above fighting, the rebellious forces laid siege to the British occupied City of Boston. It lasted for almost a year before the city was abandoned by the Redcoats. However, the two sides did meet in armed conflict at the nearby Battle of Bunker Hill on June 17, 1775. There were 1,400 casualties in one day of fighting.
The rebellious citizen soldiers, heavily armed, had proved on the above two occasions that they could stand up to the strongest army in the world. It would be eight years until independence was won.
Sunday, August 23, 2020
Sunday, August 16, 2020
Baseball's G.O.A.T.
So, who is baseball's greatest of all time (G.O.A.T.)? I love Willie Mays who has been my favorite player my whole life. He is clearly the greatest living baseball player, but the greatest of all time is clearly George Herman (Babe) Ruth.
Babe Ruth was born February 6, 1895 in Baltimore, Maryland. As his parents were of German ancestry, he spoke German growing up (similar to Donald Trump's father). At seven years of age, Ruth attended St. Mary's Industrial School for boys where he fell under the tutelage of Brother Matthias Boutlier, the school's Prefect of Discipline plus baseball coach and who became his mentor/role model.
At nineteen, Babe Ruth signed a professional baseball contract with the local Baltimore Orioles. He excelled as both a powerful hitter and an adept pitcher.
On July 4, 1914, facing financial difficulties, the Oriole owner sold Babe Ruth's contract (plus those of two other players) to the Boston Red Sox for $25,000 (about $648,000 today). He became one of their best players for six years.
On January 6, 1920, the Red Sox owner sold Babe Ruth's contract to the New York Yankees for $100,000 (almost $1,300,000 today). He became a legend.
After playing 15 years with the Yankees, Babe Ruth played one final season (1935) back in Boston, this time with the National League's Braves.
Babe Ruth's career record as a pitcher is 94 wins and 46 losses with an earned run average (ERA) of 2.28 (runs per 9 inning game), including 17 shutouts, with 488 strikeouts (twice as many as walks allowed). He gave up only 10 home runs in 163 games. Babe Ruth also pitched a no-hitter.
In the 1916 and 1918 World Series, Babe Ruth won 3 games (giving up only 3 runs in total), helping the Red Sox to two championships. His statistics are very good and he could have become one of baseball's best pitchers, but he stopped pitching and instead became one of baseball's greatest hitters.
In 22 years as a player, Babe Ruth collected 2,873 hits, including 714 home runs, with 2,241 runs batted in (RBI) and a career batting average of .342. He also was walked by opposing pitchers 2,062 times.
Appearing with the Yankees in seven World Series, Babe Ruth helped them win four times, getting 41 hits, including 15 home runs and 30 runs batted in.
The bottom line you can glean from the above statistics is that Babe Ruth was both a great pitcher and a great hitter. Nobody else in the history of the game can make that statement.
Babe Ruth sadly died of esophageal cancer on August 16, 1948 (seventy-two years ago today) at the age of only fifty-three.
Babe Ruth was born February 6, 1895 in Baltimore, Maryland. As his parents were of German ancestry, he spoke German growing up (similar to Donald Trump's father). At seven years of age, Ruth attended St. Mary's Industrial School for boys where he fell under the tutelage of Brother Matthias Boutlier, the school's Prefect of Discipline plus baseball coach and who became his mentor/role model.
At nineteen, Babe Ruth signed a professional baseball contract with the local Baltimore Orioles. He excelled as both a powerful hitter and an adept pitcher.
On July 4, 1914, facing financial difficulties, the Oriole owner sold Babe Ruth's contract (plus those of two other players) to the Boston Red Sox for $25,000 (about $648,000 today). He became one of their best players for six years.
On January 6, 1920, the Red Sox owner sold Babe Ruth's contract to the New York Yankees for $100,000 (almost $1,300,000 today). He became a legend.
After playing 15 years with the Yankees, Babe Ruth played one final season (1935) back in Boston, this time with the National League's Braves.
Babe Ruth's career record as a pitcher is 94 wins and 46 losses with an earned run average (ERA) of 2.28 (runs per 9 inning game), including 17 shutouts, with 488 strikeouts (twice as many as walks allowed). He gave up only 10 home runs in 163 games. Babe Ruth also pitched a no-hitter.
In the 1916 and 1918 World Series, Babe Ruth won 3 games (giving up only 3 runs in total), helping the Red Sox to two championships. His statistics are very good and he could have become one of baseball's best pitchers, but he stopped pitching and instead became one of baseball's greatest hitters.
In 22 years as a player, Babe Ruth collected 2,873 hits, including 714 home runs, with 2,241 runs batted in (RBI) and a career batting average of .342. He also was walked by opposing pitchers 2,062 times.
Appearing with the Yankees in seven World Series, Babe Ruth helped them win four times, getting 41 hits, including 15 home runs and 30 runs batted in.
The bottom line you can glean from the above statistics is that Babe Ruth was both a great pitcher and a great hitter. Nobody else in the history of the game can make that statement.
Babe Ruth sadly died of esophageal cancer on August 16, 1948 (seventy-two years ago today) at the age of only fifty-three.
Sunday, August 9, 2020
Joey
From 1951 until 1960, Gabe Paul was the General Manager of the Cincinnati Reds baseball team. During that same period his nephew Joe (Joey) Paul from Rochester, New York, spent his summers at Camp Eagle Cove (see post) near Inlet, New York. I was a bunk mate of his in 1955 when we were ten years-old (only 65 years ago).
Years later, Joe contributed photos from Eagle Cove during his time there to an Internet website about the camp. I was in some of the photos and I was among his fellow-campers whose names he remembered. When I first googled my name, I found the Camp Eagle Cove website which included photos of me during those years.
In 2006, Joe and I exchanged emails. He (a graduate of SUNY at Buffalo) was living in San Ramon, California, still working as an in house counsel for a Houston based energy company. Joe kept the above photos while he moved around the country, from Columbus to Boston to Salt Lake City to Pasadena to Pleasanton (CA) to San Ramon. "I never left them behind," he said.
Joe recently wrote me that he is now retired and has settled in Carlsbad, CA, which is located between San Diego and Los Angeles.
However, one day in 1955 I almost killed Joey. All the boys in cabin #8 were resting after lunch, unsupervised. He was (as I recall) picking on me. Why me? My bad attitude (being at Eagle Cove was not my idea) made me a target for abuse from the rest of my bunk-mates who enjoyed the camp.
Being picked on at camp was not unusual for me. However, this time I reached a breaking point. We got into a wrestling match. I got the upper hand, put Joey in a choke hold and he started complaining he couldn't breathe (sound familiar?). I released him when he promised not to pick on me again.
Joey almost immediately started to do it again and again I got him in a choke hold. I added more pressure this time. Thankfully, I released him and this time he kept his promise, at least for a while. I'm convinced I could've killed him. Thankfully for both of us, I didn't.
The last time I saw Joey was 1959 when we were together in the most advanced camper lodge (fourteen year-olds), named for the Siwanoy tribe. A photo of that group was at the Camp Eagle Cove website which is now sadly gone.
Years later, Joe contributed photos from Eagle Cove during his time there to an Internet website about the camp. I was in some of the photos and I was among his fellow-campers whose names he remembered. When I first googled my name, I found the Camp Eagle Cove website which included photos of me during those years.
In 2006, Joe and I exchanged emails. He (a graduate of SUNY at Buffalo) was living in San Ramon, California, still working as an in house counsel for a Houston based energy company. Joe kept the above photos while he moved around the country, from Columbus to Boston to Salt Lake City to Pasadena to Pleasanton (CA) to San Ramon. "I never left them behind," he said.
Joe recently wrote me that he is now retired and has settled in Carlsbad, CA, which is located between San Diego and Los Angeles.
However, one day in 1955 I almost killed Joey. All the boys in cabin #8 were resting after lunch, unsupervised. He was (as I recall) picking on me. Why me? My bad attitude (being at Eagle Cove was not my idea) made me a target for abuse from the rest of my bunk-mates who enjoyed the camp.
Being picked on at camp was not unusual for me. However, this time I reached a breaking point. We got into a wrestling match. I got the upper hand, put Joey in a choke hold and he started complaining he couldn't breathe (sound familiar?). I released him when he promised not to pick on me again.
Joey almost immediately started to do it again and again I got him in a choke hold. I added more pressure this time. Thankfully, I released him and this time he kept his promise, at least for a while. I'm convinced I could've killed him. Thankfully for both of us, I didn't.
The last time I saw Joey was 1959 when we were together in the most advanced camper lodge (fourteen year-olds), named for the Siwanoy tribe. A photo of that group was at the Camp Eagle Cove website which is now sadly gone.
Sunday, August 2, 2020
A Few Good Men
A Few Good Men is a 1992 military court room drama produced and directed by Rob Reiner, screenplay by Aaron Sorkin and starring, among others, Jack Nicholson. The film received four Academy Award nominations (winning none) including Best Picture (won by Unforgiven) and Best Supporting Actor (Nicholson, but won by Gene Hackman in Unforgiven).
Nicholson portrays Colonel Nathan Jessep, United States Marine Corp., stationed at the Guantanamo Bay Naval Base in Cuba. He has a sub-standard soldier in his unit, Private First Class William Santiago. Jessep orders a "Code Red," an illegal violent punishment of Santiago intended to improve his performance.
Unfortunately, the Code Red, administered by Lance Corporal Harold Dawson and Private First Class Loudon Downey, turns fatal. Jessep then concocts a cover-up leading to a general court martial of only Dawson and Downey, charging them with murder.
At the court martial, Jessep is called as a witness by the defense. Instead of pleading the Fifth Amendment, Jessep attempts to convince the court as to the correctness of his decision to issue the Code Red.
"We live in a world that has walls and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinberg?
I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.
You don't want the truth, because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall. You need me on that wall.
We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you."
In other words, according to Jessep, the ends justify the means. Do they?
Nicholson portrays Colonel Nathan Jessep, United States Marine Corp., stationed at the Guantanamo Bay Naval Base in Cuba. He has a sub-standard soldier in his unit, Private First Class William Santiago. Jessep orders a "Code Red," an illegal violent punishment of Santiago intended to improve his performance.
Unfortunately, the Code Red, administered by Lance Corporal Harold Dawson and Private First Class Loudon Downey, turns fatal. Jessep then concocts a cover-up leading to a general court martial of only Dawson and Downey, charging them with murder.
At the court martial, Jessep is called as a witness by the defense. Instead of pleading the Fifth Amendment, Jessep attempts to convince the court as to the correctness of his decision to issue the Code Red.
"We live in a world that has walls and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinberg?
I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.
You don't want the truth, because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall. You need me on that wall.
We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you."
In other words, according to Jessep, the ends justify the means. Do they?
Sunday, July 26, 2020
High School, Chapter 7
My favorite high school class is Portuguese. I chose it over French, Spanish and Italian. It sounds so exotic and it doesn't hurt the teacher, Ms. Sousa, is young and pretty.
It's kind of cool to talk to somebody in another language. I really like it.
My answers to the first weekly quiz:
Eu gosto de sorvete = I like ice cream
Eu gosto dos meus amigos = I like my friends
domingo = Sunday
segunda-feira = Monday
rio = river
rua = street
uva = grape
ovo = egg
um/uma = one
dois/duas = two
I got 100% on the quiz. Poor Delores flunked. When she saw my score, she gave me a look different from the one she gave me last week. Before we left class today, Delores asked for my help with the homework. I guess I'm not a bug after all.
I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
It's kind of cool to talk to somebody in another language. I really like it.
My answers to the first weekly quiz:
Eu gosto de sorvete = I like ice cream
Eu gosto dos meus amigos = I like my friends
domingo = Sunday
segunda-feira = Monday
rio = river
rua = street
uva = grape
ovo = egg
um/uma = one
dois/duas = two
I got 100% on the quiz. Poor Delores flunked. When she saw my score, she gave me a look different from the one she gave me last week. Before we left class today, Delores asked for my help with the homework. I guess I'm not a bug after all.
I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
Sunday, July 19, 2020
Doc Holliday
Dr. John Henry Holliday was born August 14, 1851 in Griffin, Georgia. At age 19, he went to Philadelphia to study dentistry at the Pennsylvania College of Dental Surgery, now part of my alma mater, the University of Pennsylvania.
After he graduated in 1872, Holliday moved to St. Louis to begin his dental practice. Shortly thereafter, he was diagnosed with tuberculosis, then an incurable disease.
Holliday was advised that living in a drier, warmer climate would slow the deterioration of his health. Following this guidance, he moved to Dallas, where he attempted to practice dentistry. However, his frequent coughing spells made working as such almost impossible.
To earn money, Holliday took up gambling, which was illegal in the State of Texas. To stay out of trouble, he moved to Denver, Colorado where he became a faro dealer.
Holliday subsequently relocated to Cheyenne, Wyoming, Deadwood, South Dakota and Fort Griffin, Texas, all the while plying his trade as a professional gambler. It was in Fort Griffin where he met and befriended the legendary lawman, Wyatt Earp.
On July 19, 1879 (141 years ago today), while living in Las Vegas, New Mexico, Doc Holliday shot and killed a man for the first time, for wrecking his bar. He subsequently proceeded to Dodge City, Kansas where Wyatt Earp was the local Marshal.
On October 26, 1881, Doc Holliday and Wyatt Earp plus Earp's two brothers, Morgan and Virgil, participated in the most famous gunfight in the history of the West, at the O.K. Corral in Tombstone, Arizona. They were opposed by five cowboys, Billy Claiborne, Ike and Billy Clanton in addition to Tom and Frank McLaury.
There are at least six different movies which depict the above gunfight and six different actors who portray Doc Holliday in them.
My Darling Clementine (1946) with Victor Mature.
Gunfight at the O.K. Corral (1957) with Kirk Douglas
Hour of the Gun (1967) with Jason Robards
Doc (1971) with Stacy Keach
Tombstone (1993) with Val Kilmer
Wyatt Earp (1994) with Dennis Quaid
Doc Holliday survived the gunfight at the O.K. Corral, but not his tuberculosis. He died in Glenwood Springs, Colorado on November 8, 1887 at the age of 36, but he is not forgotten.
After he graduated in 1872, Holliday moved to St. Louis to begin his dental practice. Shortly thereafter, he was diagnosed with tuberculosis, then an incurable disease.
Holliday was advised that living in a drier, warmer climate would slow the deterioration of his health. Following this guidance, he moved to Dallas, where he attempted to practice dentistry. However, his frequent coughing spells made working as such almost impossible.
To earn money, Holliday took up gambling, which was illegal in the State of Texas. To stay out of trouble, he moved to Denver, Colorado where he became a faro dealer.
Holliday subsequently relocated to Cheyenne, Wyoming, Deadwood, South Dakota and Fort Griffin, Texas, all the while plying his trade as a professional gambler. It was in Fort Griffin where he met and befriended the legendary lawman, Wyatt Earp.
On July 19, 1879 (141 years ago today), while living in Las Vegas, New Mexico, Doc Holliday shot and killed a man for the first time, for wrecking his bar. He subsequently proceeded to Dodge City, Kansas where Wyatt Earp was the local Marshal.
On October 26, 1881, Doc Holliday and Wyatt Earp plus Earp's two brothers, Morgan and Virgil, participated in the most famous gunfight in the history of the West, at the O.K. Corral in Tombstone, Arizona. They were opposed by five cowboys, Billy Claiborne, Ike and Billy Clanton in addition to Tom and Frank McLaury.
There are at least six different movies which depict the above gunfight and six different actors who portray Doc Holliday in them.
My Darling Clementine (1946) with Victor Mature.
Gunfight at the O.K. Corral (1957) with Kirk Douglas
Hour of the Gun (1967) with Jason Robards
Doc (1971) with Stacy Keach
Tombstone (1993) with Val Kilmer
Wyatt Earp (1994) with Dennis Quaid
Doc Holliday survived the gunfight at the O.K. Corral, but not his tuberculosis. He died in Glenwood Springs, Colorado on November 8, 1887 at the age of 36, but he is not forgotten.
Sunday, July 12, 2020
Detroit
On Monday, May 17, 1967, I reached another milestone in my life. I graduated with a B. S. in Economics degree from the Wharton School of Finance and Commerce of the University of Pennsylvania. (Donald Trump graduated the following year.)
Afterwards, I returned to Oswego and my parent's home to await my status from the local draft board. My student deferment had ended. My gastroenterologist had forwarded his diagnosis of my ulcerative colitis to the draft board. I was hoping it would quickly review the diagnosis and free me from worrying about being drafted by the Army and sent to Vietnam.
A week or two later, I got impatient to start the rest of my life which included getting a job, finding an apartment, buying a car and meeting women. I decided Detroit would be a good place to go as my brother Ted lived there with his wife Joy, a native of the area.
Eventually, I received a 1Y designation from the draft board. I would be eligible to be called up if the USA were invaded. Not likely!
I found a job as an auditor with the CPA firm Ernst & Ernst at their office on West Fort Street in downtown Detroit. Unfortunately for me, I had zero training in this area of accounting. However, I learned much as I was assigned to several different audit managers who needed me to work with several different clients.
With the help of my sister-in-law, I had dates with a number of women, but none appealed to me until I met Bonnie Sobol on the night of July 5, 1967. I remember because that was the day I was supposed to report for duty at Lackland Air Force Base outside of San Antonio, Texas as an Officer Candidate (cancelled because of my colitis). I liked her enough to begin dating regularly.
Going out with Bonnie (who years later decided to go by her real name of Bonita) was a little problematic. She worked as a waitress at Carl's Chop House, a popular and premier restaurant located on Grand River (street) in Detroit. I picked her up late at night at Carl's when her shift ended.
Eighteen days after I met Bonnie (about 53 years ago), on early Sunday morning, July 23, a race riot broke out in Detroit. "The precipitating event was a police raid of an unlicensed, after-hours bar then known as a blind pig, on the city's Near West Side. It exploded into one of the deadliest and most destructive riots in American history, lasting five days and surpassing the violence and property destruction of Detroit's 1943 race riot 24 years earlier."
"Governor George W. Romney ordered the Michigan Army National Guard into Detroit to help end the disturbance. Later, at the request of the Governor, President Lyndon B. Johnson sent in the United States Army's 82nd and 101st Airborne Divisions. The result was 43 dead, 1,189 injured, over 7,200 arrests, and more than 2,000 buildings destroyed."
I remember calling Bonnie later that Sunday to see if she was alright since she was working while the rioting was ongoing. She told me rioters had entered the restaurant and, in the melee, one of her legs was broken. After my initial shock, Bonnie told me it was a joke. Very funny!
I recall that week walking in downtown Detroit to my office, passing heavily armed federal troops. I hope I never again see them patrolling a US city.
Afterwards, I returned to Oswego and my parent's home to await my status from the local draft board. My student deferment had ended. My gastroenterologist had forwarded his diagnosis of my ulcerative colitis to the draft board. I was hoping it would quickly review the diagnosis and free me from worrying about being drafted by the Army and sent to Vietnam.
A week or two later, I got impatient to start the rest of my life which included getting a job, finding an apartment, buying a car and meeting women. I decided Detroit would be a good place to go as my brother Ted lived there with his wife Joy, a native of the area.
Eventually, I received a 1Y designation from the draft board. I would be eligible to be called up if the USA were invaded. Not likely!
I found a job as an auditor with the CPA firm Ernst & Ernst at their office on West Fort Street in downtown Detroit. Unfortunately for me, I had zero training in this area of accounting. However, I learned much as I was assigned to several different audit managers who needed me to work with several different clients.
With the help of my sister-in-law, I had dates with a number of women, but none appealed to me until I met Bonnie Sobol on the night of July 5, 1967. I remember because that was the day I was supposed to report for duty at Lackland Air Force Base outside of San Antonio, Texas as an Officer Candidate (cancelled because of my colitis). I liked her enough to begin dating regularly.
Going out with Bonnie (who years later decided to go by her real name of Bonita) was a little problematic. She worked as a waitress at Carl's Chop House, a popular and premier restaurant located on Grand River (street) in Detroit. I picked her up late at night at Carl's when her shift ended.
Eighteen days after I met Bonnie (about 53 years ago), on early Sunday morning, July 23, a race riot broke out in Detroit. "The precipitating event was a police raid of an unlicensed, after-hours bar then known as a blind pig, on the city's Near West Side. It exploded into one of the deadliest and most destructive riots in American history, lasting five days and surpassing the violence and property destruction of Detroit's 1943 race riot 24 years earlier."
"Governor George W. Romney ordered the Michigan Army National Guard into Detroit to help end the disturbance. Later, at the request of the Governor, President Lyndon B. Johnson sent in the United States Army's 82nd and 101st Airborne Divisions. The result was 43 dead, 1,189 injured, over 7,200 arrests, and more than 2,000 buildings destroyed."
I remember calling Bonnie later that Sunday to see if she was alright since she was working while the rioting was ongoing. She told me rioters had entered the restaurant and, in the melee, one of her legs was broken. After my initial shock, Bonnie told me it was a joke. Very funny!
I recall that week walking in downtown Detroit to my office, passing heavily armed federal troops. I hope I never again see them patrolling a US city.
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