Monday, May 26, 2014

This Could be the Start of Something Big



In February 1809, the United States awaited the inauguration of our forth president, James Madison, which was one month away. On the European continent Napoleon was facing a new type of opposition, guerrilla warfare, in the Peninsula Wars. In Spain citizens resisted when he replaced their king. They led ambushes, sabotaged the “invaders”, and ignored the usual rules of war.

On Sunday February 20, 1809 two babies were born each of whom would change the course of history. In time they both challenged conventional wisdom in different areas. Their beginnings could not have been more different. The first was born in Shrewsbury England to a wealthy, well-connected family. (His father was a doctor and his mother was a Wedgewood, a family already known for making excellent china.)  The other was born in a modest 12 foot by 18-foot one-room cabin in Hardin County Kentucky. The family and relatives were poor. The English family was Unitarians, while the later was Separate Baptists who didn’t consume alcohol, dance, or “frolic”. The former grew up in a family where lively, intelligent conversations were the frequent by product of evening meals of plenty. The later family never had “too much on the table”. Given the absence of education, conversation was probably sparse.

We recently visited the Galapagos Islands, about 600 miles off the coast of Ecuador. As you likely know, this is a unique, protected environment of a wide assortment of species. Some only exist on those islands. This is the first of what may be several postings concerning this trip. As you have probably figured out, the young boy from England was Charles Darwin, who is inexorably linked to the Galapagos. The other was perhaps our greatest president, Abraham Lincoln. Darwin’s important role in these islands and the coincidence of he & Lincoln share a birthday makes this a good place to start.

Lincoln’s family moved around during his youth, looking for better opportunity. Darwin’s family stayed at their estate, the Mount. Darwin showed an early interest in nature, while Lincoln was forced to work around the house. Darwin went to the best schools, but often got poor grades, attributed to his lack of attention. His father worried “he had no direction in his life”. Lincoln had one year of formal education. (Of course this was supplemented by his prodigious effort in self-schooling.) Not insignificantly, both lost their mother before the age of 10. Darwin’s father convinced him to enroll in medical school at the age of 16.  He found the lectures “dull” and the surgery “distressing”.  His father sensed a disaster, and withdrew his son after two years. Darwin was then placed at Christ College, Cambridge to earn a BA, as the first step to becoming a minister. Once again parental direction could not override his unbridled interest in nature. As was the rage at the time, Darwin loved to collect beetles, and spent lots of time with various similarly inclined scientists. He graduated with a degree in Geology from Christ College Cambridge in 1831. He was 10th in his class of 178, not bad for all dad’s worries. The plans for ministry were off the table. Shortly after graduation Darwin received an invitation to join a sea voyage to chart the west coast of South America, as well as collect specimens. Dad, predictably, was against this two year “boondoggle”. However, an uncle convinced him this might be good, and dad subsequently acceded to the request and provided needed funding. That voyage took Darwin half way around the world. (In contrast, Lincoln never traveled very far. He lived his life in about one quarter of our current borders.) The trip started just after Christmas 1831. It lasted five years. Darwin’s work on that voyage, and his subsequent thinking changed the way we see nature. What if dad had not changed his mind?

The year Darwin set sail on the Beagle, Lincoln struck out on his own. He found a series of jobs, each without much future. For example, in 1832, he and a partner purchased a general store. Later that year he ran for the Illinois state assembly. He lost because he had no financial backing, or connections.  Two years later he tried again, and won. He stayed in the state legislature for 8 years.

While Lincoln was toiling in the state legislature, Darwin was on an adventure. He studied the geology of land they visited. He also collected so many specimens (and thought they were so valuable) he sent home boxes and boxes complete with careful notes at many ports they visited. The scientists who received them were thrilled at the diverse and sometimes unknown specimens.  Darwin’s only regret was his frequent bouts of seasickness.

In 1836 the Beagle returned home. Darwin has reams of un-sent notes, and hundreds of new specimens. At age 27, he had no job. Soon he decided his work would be to study and write about his research. Dad arranged a group of “angels” to  privately fund that work. The ensuing 25 years were years of hard work and growing success for Darwin. He moved to London to focus on his work, and later was accepted into the elite Royal Society, which began nearly 200 years earlier.  In 1853 he was awarded their prestigious Royal Medal for his work. He published several books culminating in the release of the Origin of the Species in 1859. (That book was funded by a Treasury grant of the equivalent of today’s $100,000, not a bad investment.) One year earlier he learned of Alfred Russell Wallace who was developing similar ideas concerning the new idea of evolution. There was a joint presentation to the Linnean Society in 1858, which Darwin missed because of illness. His radical thinking and intelligence resulted in the theory of evolution and the concept of the survival of the fittest. Both have stood the test of time, but were widely challenged and ridiculed at the time they were introduced. They were particularly challenged by the church which believed God created the world in six days. To me, his thinking is well summarized by this quote: “It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change”. Time and again on the islands we saw how birds or reptiles evolved to live more efficiently.

 One of my favorite pictures of Darwin is below, showing ape like tendencies.



In their prime of life, neither gentleman distinguished himself in courtship. Twice, Lincoln decided on a partner, became engaged, and then backed out before the wedding. Three times was a charm, as he was captivated by Mary Todd in 1840, waited two years to propose, and tied the knot in 1842. Darwin moved a bit more quickly, but equally unsurely. In July 1838, he contemplated marriage by writing advantages & disadvantages. On the plus side were: “a constant companion, friend in old age, and better than a dog”. On the down side was “less money for books, and a terrible loss of time”. He ended up marrying a cousin, Emma Wedgewood, in 1839. I’m guessing they didn’t get Limoges china.

Lincoln’s progress was inconsistent. In his early-married life, Lincoln started a law practice in Springfield, IL, often representing railroads. In 1846 he ran for congress, and won. However, he failed to get a subsequent expected appointment and returned to practice law. In 1854 he gave his Peoria speech, which was his first strong public stand against slavery. In the 1856 election he was considered, but not chosen for the Republican VP position. However, his real national political presence started in 1858 when he had seven debates with Steven Douglas as they vied for a US senate seat. Lincoln was eloquent in the debates, but lost the election.

Luck smiled on him at the 1860 Republican convention. Supporters of the front-runners, particularly, Samuel Chase and William Steward, fought hard, but inconclusively in ballot after ballot. Finally, Lincoln was chosen as a compromise candidate. In the general election he carried almost all states except the south, which was united in their desire to leave the nation over the issue of slavery. Before his inauguration in March 1861, several southern states left the union. One month into office, the Civil War started when southern troops fired on Fort Sumter.

The ensuing years were gut wrenching for the president and our divided country. He was troubled by a series of poor generals to lead the union troops, inflation, a need to raise taxes to fund the war, and his need to exert unpopular executive powers in time of war (such as suspending habeas corpus). Voters punished his Republican party in the mid term elections of 1862 (complaints of inflation, higher taxes, and too much government power. Sound familiar?) However, slowly, the tide of the war turned.

A few months after a convincing victory by the north, the president was asked to give a short speech at the Gettysburg Soldiers’ Cemetery in November 1863. Astoundingly, the president was not the featured speaker. That honor went to the distinguished Edward Everett. Everett spoke for over two hours and was well received. However, history is unanimous; on that day Lincoln delivered one of the best political speeches in our history. The assessment the next day was not unanimous. The Chicago Times observed “The cheek of every American must tingle with shame as he reads this silly, flat and dishwatery utterances of the man who has been pointed out to intelligent foreigners as the President of the United States.” Below is a picture of Abe on a battle site.



 In the end the south could not compete with the more wealthy and industrial north. Lincoln won re-election in November 1864, and the war ended in April 1865. The 13th amendment prohibiting slavery passed in December 1865. Not bad for less than 5 years work.

Unfortunately for the country, the bodyguard assigned to guard the president and his guests at the Ford Theater in April 1865 decided to join the president’s driver for a drink away from the theater. Lincoln was shot and died at the age of 56.

Darwin lived for nearly 20 more years. He wrote 25 books including an autobiography, and was widely recognized. Unfortunately, the pressures of his life resulted in many episodes of health challenges and intermittent bouts of failing health. He died on April 19, 1882.  His clear legacy lives on.


Two very different men, each born on the same day, changed to world they knew and influenced later generations. However, don’t assume it was just 20th of February. Others who share that birthdate include local political hack Joe Alioto, actor Loren Green, labor organizer JL Lewis, and indescribable Charles Van Doren.

Friday, February 21, 2014

That Couldn’t Happen, but It Did

We are well into the 2013-14 season of college Men’s Basketball. This is one of my favorite sports. Games don’t drag on, the outcome is often decided near the end of the game, and the players’ ability and heart is often amazing.  As a bonus, you sometimes get overtime.

There are about 350 division 1 schools that play men’s basketball. Those are the bigger, better known schools like Michigan, UCLA, and Coppin State (?). Typically, those teams play 30 games, excluding post-season tournaments.

There are 2 other divisions of colleges and universities; cryptically, division 2 and 3. There is also the NAIA, for smaller schools. All told, it’s a good guess there are more than 15,000 college men’s basketball games a season. That is a lot of chances for strange things to happen. This season had some incredible outcomes, here are two.

David –vs- Goliath
On December 14, 2013 tiny Champion Baptist Seminary (founded in 2005) travelled to Baton Rouge to face the Southern Jaguars. Champion was winless to that point, allowing over 100 points per game, but scoring 40-55. Southern’s program is not that strong: they are ranked 256th of the 351 D1 schools. However, things were different that night, as seen by the 210 in attendance. Southern got off to a good start, a very good start. The score was 44-0, before Champion’s first point, a free throw, 15 minutes into the first 20-minute half. Champion’s head coach, Eric Capaci, is also the President of the Seminary, and Pastor of the affiliated Gospel Light Baptist Church. He should have figured things might be bad. Before the game Southern’s head coach inquired if he would agree to drop the four media time outs per half. Capaci knew this would be a bad deal for his team. “They need that time to catch their breath”. Media time outs were “in”, for the assumed hundreds of listeners.

When the forty minutes of regulation time ended the scoreboard showed Southern 116 - Champion 12. A loss by over 100 points. Most think this is an NCAA record. Champion’s high scorer had 4 points, while the coach’s son connected for three. Look at it this way, Southern scored almost three points per minute, Champion scored one point each three minutes. Regrettably, Southern’s coach had their superior team “press” the Tigers the whole game. That is bad form in my opinion. One female Southern fan tweeted “I felt so bad for those guys, I felt like I needed to make them some gumbo.” I hope she did. Never one to miss the obvious, Coach C commented in the post game wrap up “I thought we missed some shots we should have made.” (They shot under 10%.) Heading back to Hot Springs, Arkansas, Coach C may have wondered if it was worth the $4,000 guarantee fee they earned. My bet is they did well, if they have logo apparel for sale in the bookstore. The $4,000 seems like chump change to me. My guess is that doesn’t even pay for the teams shoes, although most big schools have deals with shoe manufacturers. Another data point. Last year, each of the teams that made the NCAA’s Final Four in basketball’s March Madness earned $10 million for their leagues. That is serious money.

I would love to report Champion’s season has turned around for their undaunted ten brave souls. Regrettably, the school’s web site is under development, so getting information is tough.  I wonder if the men learned about Daniel in the Lion’s Den when they returned to school?


WSJ Reports A Rare Tie 
Wednesday’s Winston Salem Journal (what did you think WSJ meant, anyway?) reported a strange story. Locals know whenever Winston Salem State University and Johnson C. Smith tangle, “anything can happen”. It did on Wednesday.

The Rams of WSSU drove to Charlotte and JCS’s 50+ year-old Brayboy gym. Both teams were about 15-10, and were trying to “go deep” in the play-offs. Bragging rights were also at stake. With three seconds left, WSS’s Marquez Jones took a 3-point shot to win the game. You have seen that happen before: Gym is going crazy as seconds tick down, a player takes a towering jump shot from way out, horn goes off as ball sails through the air, ball swishes through the basket, “all net”,  fans go crazy, “winner winner, chicken diner”. It didn’t this time. However, WSSU’s Javan Wells got the offensive rebound, and made a quick two pointer to tie with .3 seconds remaining.

JCS’s Golden Rams were ready with a play; after all “they got game”. Joshua Linson, their best player, attempted a full court toss of the ball towards their basket 94 feet away. (Try throwing a basketball 90 feet and you will appreciate the difficulty.) Unfortunately the errant toss hit two of the overhead lights, causing one to drop precariously hanging by its wiring. (Cleverly, Tiffani tweeted “It’s a new meaning to shooting lights out”.) Officials huddled and concluded it would be unsafe to continue the game. Thus, it was concluded the game would end a tie. Frustrated WSSU coach Bobbie Collins, emulating another coach Bobby, tossed a plastic chair in protest, but no one seemed to care. I guess he figured they wouldn’t call a technical.

CIAA league officials huddled early the next morning, and decided the teams would meet in two days (Friday the 21st) to play a five-minute overtime to determine the winner. Admission will be free, but it is not clear if the concession stands will be open. All this assumes one team would score more than the other in the overtime period. Both teams have games Saturday.

That got me thinking. What is the longest men’s college basketball game? It turns out that happened in December 1981. Cincinnati beat Bradley 75-73 after regulation and seven overtime periods, nearly two full-length games. That is a very long , but low scoring game. For division 3, the record was set in 2010, when Skidmore beat South Vermont 128-123, again in seven overtimes. (Too bad it wasn’t Southern, as mentioned above, that lost.) One player from Southern Vermont played the entire contest.

Full disclosure, I have more than a passing interest in Winston Salem, the WSJ, and WSSU. When my mom was a kid, her parents moved the family from New York City to Winston Salem. Guess what was made in Winston Salem for decades?

One of my dear aunts, Mary, loved sports. She always knew she wanted to be a sports writer, even though that “wasn’t done”. After graduating from college, her first assignment was in the society page. Talk about a fish out of water. The Second World War decimated the sports department (100% men) at many papers as men volunteered to go to war. Knowing southern men needed their sports, just like their grits every morning, management took a chance. They assigned Mary to cover sports. Talk about being thrown in the briar patch. For the next 50 years she worked all levels of sports. She made history doing what she loved. And she gave the best gift ever given, but that’s a story for another day. 

Early on she and Clarence Edward “Big House” Gaines met and became fast friends. Big House, as everyone affectionately called him, excelled in football (4 years All League, 2 years All American) and played basketball at Morgan State. He graduated with a degree in Chemistry. Soon after he joined WSSU, and became the football & basketball coach, athletic director, and ticket manager, all at once. Fortunately, he soon focused on basketball. What a run it was! Eighteen seasons with over 20 wins. Among many others, he coached NY Knicks star Earl ‘the Pearl’ Monroe (pictured below in the 1967 game against, JCS), and the always modest ESPN analyst, Stephen A. Smith. When he retired after 47 seasons, he was the second winningest college men’s basketball coach. He was huge, about a foot taller than Mary, and easily 175 pounds heavier. It was my pleasure to meet Big House on a couple of occasions. Even in his final years he was “big as a house”. 




In his honor WSSU established the Clarence E. “Big House” Gaines Hall of Fame in 2002. It recognizes those who excelled for the Rams, as athletes, coaches, or those “who devote countless hours of tireless work” for the good of the Athletic department. Mary Garber was honored to be added to that shrine, for her part in covering their stories. It was a friendship for the books.

Note: The Fresno Bee (via the AP) picked up that Joshua Linson drained a 3 pointer with 24 seconds to go, sealing a win of 89-86 for JCS. Thus, ending the game that started more than 40 hours previously.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

A Sure Thing

Life is full of uncertainty. We generally can’t predict the future. We all know this. However, that doesn’t stop some from offering a sure thing.
  1. Facebook will double on its first trading day, because "it is the future". God forbid. (It was up less that one percent the first day, and lost value most of the first ten days of trading.)
  2. The Broncos will win the Super Bowl, because of Peyton Manning's experience. (They may, just not in 2014.)
  3. Rain will come to parched California. (But when?)

My experience is the more something is “for sure”, the less likely it will happen. Fervor seldom trumps causative factors. For example, my will (and hope) seem to have little influence on whether Cal wins or loses. (Here, I can predict a sure thing. My brother Jon will write some snide comment about Cal, but that’s genetic).

Despite the above, I can offer you a sure thing. More unusually, I can do so based solely on one first hand experience, and some prior watching others in the same situation.

You can’t help but love your grandchildren.

Carol and I waited patiently for grandkids, while friends were blessed with one after another. Some even had great grand kids! They shared photos, stories, and episodes of truly incredible events. At one Mother’s Day dinner, Carol told her boys “her biological clock as a grandma was ticking”. Fervor once again had no influence.

However, good things come to those who wait. On Halloween, 2013 our son Steve and his wife Stili gave the world Nikola. There has never been a better Halloween treat. We get almost daily photos, and recording of his cooing, giggling, and what ever. We can’t get enough.

The appeal is clear, he is a bundle of joy, change and contradictions, all in one.

Joy
It is hard to wake up some times. Yet, most mornings Nikola is beaming with smiles and cooing. Forget about it, after he has been fed, that is assuming he isn’t off to sleep.

He loves to snuggle, particularly wrapping those tiny hands around your neck. True bliss. I have discovered the melting point of an otherwise sane adult.

Change
He is so curious.  He loves to be toured around their apartment viewing all the pictures, paintings, and decorations. Books usually engage, at least for some time.

His features change ever so slowly. We see “huge” differences, even though we have been gone a few weeks.

Contradictions
He is a healthy young boy, nearly 16 pounds and 26” long at three and a half months. Yet his nose is the size of a small blueberry.  His foot is about the length of my index finger, but straighter.

He does get cranky, who doesn’t. Sometimes he reaches his wits end, and our world is filled with crying, frantic leg and arm movement, and anything else he thinks of. However, sooner or later he calms down, and usually transitions to sleep, often with a tranquil smile on his face. (Hint to new Grandparents, if all else fails run a hairdryer at a low speed in a dark room. It usually works.)

Still need convincing? Here is the clincher. I married a woman who grew up in sunny Los Angeles. A perfect day for her is to sit on the beach. Now with a good book, then with her girl friends, and boys that followed. She loves the warmth of the sun, and the calming sound of the tide’s ebb and flow. You get it, she isn’t a fan of the cold. In the past three months (read Winter) she has taken three trips to Cleveland. Last week she was there during one of the really cold spells in Oberlin.  Let it snow.

My job for the month of February is to assist as Steve and Stili manage their day jobs. They are such devoted parents, but have careers. Christine comes and helps seven hours a day, five days a week, and I do whatever is needed. All the while, the Little Prince dictates our every move. As I write, it is 11 degrees, yesterday it topped out at 16. Whatever. Let it snow.

As the doting grandpa, I take lots of pictures. Here he is from earlier this week. (If you would like the full ninety slide presentation, complete with sound track, let me know.)


Hey, you want a really sure thing? Buy stock in Southwest Airlines (LUV, $21.28). It’s the best way to get to Cleveland from the bay area. It is sure to double, maybe even this year.



Thursday, January 2, 2014

Cats & Dogs


Most families with a pet make the big choice: cats or dogs. (True enough, there are some families which seem to be magnets for strays of all types, and hence end up with “all of the above”.) My guess is one who is raised with either cats or dogs, makes the same choice when they are adults. Its like toothpaste, odds are you will use what you had as a kid. When I was growing up our family always had a dog. After all, we were “dog” people. Our preference was for frisky, affectionate, lap sized dogs. They would have the “run of the house”, which included under the table scraps from dinner, shared secretly. The only requirements were they did their business outside, and had to put up with the commotion, which was usually going on around them. I remember Poopsie, my childhood dog, who seemed to abide by the house rules, most of the time.  He still holds the record for licking clean a platter, which served the Thanksgiving turkey.

My two aunts lived together all their lives, and were great dog fans.  Dear sisters that they were, and sharing all they did for so long, never confuse them on two points. Mary liked Army and Neely liked the Navy. There was the annual bet on the football game, which Neely generally won in recent years. Also, they had specific and clear preferences in terms of dogs: Mary loved her dachshunds, and Neely was partial to terriers. In over their 70 plus years of living together, they had a long list of dogs. When one died, their dog tag was placed in an honored place in the kitchen, above one of the many dog-napping areas. I never counted them, but there were dozens.

When Carol & I moved back to the west coast, we soon found Sam at a Solano Avenue pet store. He was our preparation for parenting, which quickly followed. He a “mixed bred”, had lots of energy, and was a constant companion. We let him explore the neighborhood, and he always seemed to come back by bedtime or for a meal. One night he wasn’t home, so Carol & I went out looking. We walked to the nearby Cal campus, a frequent walking place for us. Repeated calls of his name yielded no results.  That sinking feeling of a lost dog grew. However, we subsequently saw him running around a plot of grass, with friends. We called him and he immediately returned with an inquisitive look on his face: “what are you two doing here?” When Greg came, we took many family walks in the hills. One day we met a neighbor with a high-strung miniature dog. I could tell that dog always got on Sam’s nerves. After the usual sniffing, Sam lifted his leg and left his signature on the confused miniature. I will never know if the owner saw it, I could barely keep from laughing out loud.

We both ran a lot and Sam stayed lean by running along. I took him on a 20 mile run one time, and he made it, despite being bone tired and having sore paws when we got home. Join the club. Sam was with us until both kids were almost out of high school. His body kind of gave out, and he lost that wonderful energy and interest in companionship. More naps, less eating, more quiet time, and an increasing number of accidents. At an advanced age for Sam, our vet gave us the news we all knew: Sam was on a steep decline and was probably suffering.  We decided to “put him down”, and stayed touching him as he left us. That was a very sad day for our family, lots of tears and a sorrowful goodbye. Greg & Steve may have felt some reprise, since they were no longer on the hook for walking Sam. That was probably not in the top 100 things they liked doing.

I was ready to get another dog; after all I was a dog person. I figured cats were neurotic, and “different”. However, practical mama said without a clear solution to walking the dog twice a day that option wasn’t available. She was right. Somehow we got to the position that a) we wanted another animal in the house, and b) it wasn’t going to be a dog. Thus one Saturday fifteen years ago we ventured to the SPCA and looked at cats. It was easy to dismiss most as being too big, listless, or indifferent. (What little they knew.)  However, we saw a very small cat with a twinkle in his eye. He was mangy, and had some scars and scrapes from being “dropped off”. He could not have been more than on foot long, and weighed less than a dinner burrito. Soon we paid to have him fixed, given shots, and we had a new pet. His was named Kit Kat, or more formally, Kit Kat the Magnificent. He came home with us, and spent the first week hiding in the smallest places he could find. Enticing him to come out and eat and get to know us was tricky. However, in time he learned to trust us, and learned our few house rules: no scratching the furniture, do your business outside, and don’t wake us up.
 
They say dogs have owners, cats have helpers. We were prepared for feline indifference, but were we surprised. Kit Kat loved to play, particularly with the frustrating laser pointer (skillfully directed at various moving places), and an assortment of strings and things, which developed his pouncing instincts. He spent lots of time exploring his outdoors, which went well beyond our yard. Soon he assumed the responsibility of managing our property. Periodically a dead rat, mouse, or what ever was laid as homage on the back door mat.

When we would travel Kit Kat would have a cat sitter. He would always complain when we came home, letting us know his various issues. However, after sufficient lap time, special meals, and other spoiling, a detente would be re-established. Kit Kat pretty much had his way. When he would agree to be brushed, or pet, he would climb up on one of our laps. However, when he tired of the attention, he left. By my rough count he had about six favorite places to nap, and logged as much nap time as a typical Cal Trans crew. He spent hours on Carol lap as her nurturing instincts were picked up quickly.

Sadly, the fall and early winter this year were not a good time for Mr. Kit Kat. It seemed clear his sight was failing, as he had more trouble eating, his appetite waned, he seemed listless, and sleep even more. Breathing became labored, and on and on. The vet confirmed the obvious, the future looked dim.

Trips to the vet became more frequent. His usual fierce resistance to such visits gave way to silent acceptance. All he seemed to want to do was be alone in some small, hidden space. We tried everything we could to give him comfort and show him how much we loved him.

A week before Christmas, we went to hear the Messiah, which is a family tradition. Nothing gets me more in the holiday felling than that evening, usually attending the American Bach Society’s performance at Grace Cathedral. Again, this year’s performance was inspiring, however both of us felt something was wrong. We left at intermission, which is something we had never done before. Sadly, our instincts were right. Mr. Kit Kat had left us for the new world of no dogs or fleas, plenty of fresh food, and comfy places to nap.

What joy and closeness we felt to Mr. Kit Kat, despite the fact one and perhaps both our sons are allergic to cats, dander, or whatever.


I bet there are no laser pointers in cat heaven.