Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Ding Dong the Witch is dead


Jerry Falwell passed away, and I could have sworn I heard Munchkins singing. Falwell gave many all the reason they needed to dismiss everything and everyone on the right. Extremism breeds extremism, and Falwell was conceived during the Democratic convention of 1968, germinated during the Nixon years, and finally born from the Carter administration.

For a whole bunch of folks Jimmy Carter was the last straw. They thought they have found a smart, honest, God fearing, Sunday School teaching, American loving, wife loving, agrarian, veteran, Southern Baptist, good ole boy, but instead found out all they got was just another liberal. Falwell was one of these folks.

To Falwell's credit he decided to not just whine about it, but to take action. For the first time in a long time, he told folks that they didn't have to leave their belief system at the voting booth door, but instead should find the person that best matched those beliefs and vote for them. And in 1980 they did, and put Ronald Reagan in the White House. In my mind this is the last, and only contribution Rev. Falwell made.

That success was all Falwell needed to appoint himself the grand inquisitor. He saw an * by the word neighbor in Jesus' words "love your neighbor as yourself", and wanted to determined who was qualified. He appeared to be in a search for the devil. His favorite two were abortion, and homosexuals. If Jerry had spent half as much time worrying about the condition of the born in this country as he did the unborn, he would have ranked right up there with mother Teresa. But hating gays was Jerry's special passion, and it was something he did better than just about anyone.

Jerry found homosexuals everywhere. Sponge Bob, and Tinky Winky, are probably the best two examples of those Jerry claimed were part of the great show tunes singing menace. And gays were responsible for seemingly everything that went wrong in America. The final straw was when he tried to pin 9/11 on gays. Even Bill Graham was thinking "Damn!".

But extremism breeds extremism and Rev. Falwell helped give us Bill and Hilary, Michael Moore, MoveOn.org, et al. Jerry forgot that they get to vote too.

I think Jerry Falwell can best be described from the words that precede the DC Talk song What if I Stumble -
[the greatest single cause of atheism in the world today
Is Christians who acknowledge Jesus with their lips
Then walk out the door and deny him by their lifestyle.
That is what an unbelieving world simply finds unbelievable.]

Monday, May 14, 2007

Saturday, May 12, 2007

Best and Worst of Mother's Day

I've been trying to remember the best and worst mother's day gifts I've been a party to. I'm not a very good gift giver. The desire is there, but not the imagination to bring a good gift to fruition. On the worst side has to be anything practical like dish towels (I know, it's sad.) I'm the oldest of five and often mom ended up cooking for our family plus grandparents, plus, plus, plus, and if we were at the lake add about three more pluses. By the time she got everything cooked and cleaned, father's day was upon us. I'm sure there were really bad perfumes - Old Spice for women kind of stuff that mom grinned, accepted but thankfully never wore. Probably the best gifts were those we made as little kids that truly expressed our love before we knew how to hide behind Hallmark's sugary fakeness. I'm sure a quite afternoon was also high on the list.

I don't remember much of the mother's days during my marriage. Divorce has a way of stealing memories by burying them where they can't be found. I know that I made the practical gift mistake on more than one occasion. I remember a portable phone, but that may have been for a birthday or Christmas - still a horrid gift for the day. I know the kids wrote songs, and poems that probably rank as the best.

Listening to the radio I've been amazed at all that qualifies as a possible mother's day gift. Oil changes, lawn mowers, custom jewelry (cause if you really love her it'll cost ya), flowers of course, an ATV, boats, vacations, and a nice meal out all vie for our selection as the way we tell mom thanks. But the worst gift, the very worst gift, given or contemplated, has to be the Adult Book store that wants you to remind your mother that "she's still the sexiest mom around". Even in East Tennessee, and probably in most parts of Kentucky, that's just wrong! (Now Alabama, well...)

A Damn Fine Point

Here's a damn fine point.

Friday, May 11, 2007

I'll take stupidity for $100, Alex...

In an effort to make Pacman Jones look semi-intelligent, Ricky Williams failed his latest drug screen. Pacman stopped by a New York strip club before meeting with NFL commish Roger Goodell to beg for mercy and promise that he would change his ways. Ricky was only weeks away from the end of his one year drug suspension when he again tested positive for banned substances. It's like Mother Gump always said, "Stupid is as stupid does".

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Bring Back Torture!


I have long been against the death penalty, but I've changed my mind about torture. This was brought on by executives of Purdue Pharma L.P. pleading guilty to misleading the public about the addictive power of OxyContin.

According to the US Department Health and Human Services the growth of pain killer (opiate) addiction is staggering.
Over the past decade-and-a-half, the number of teen and young adult (ages 12 to 25) new abusers of prescription painkillers such as oxycodone (OxyContin) or hydrocodone (Vicodin) has grown five-fold (from 400,000 in the mid-eighties to 2 million in 2000).
These are lives of children! Children! I think these men should be forced to spend 60 days on a Young Adult residential rehab unit and witness the youth they have stolen, experience the suffering that has been endured, and look into the eyes of family members whose loved ones have been kidnapped by addiction.

Then we'll torture them. It won't do a damn thing for them, but it'll sure make us feel better. A little electricity, some mental exhaustion, a bit of humiliation, and all will be well. And after the torture, I think some long term shame would be in order. Maybe being forced to wear a T-shirt everywhere they go for a year that says "I deal drugs to kids". Or maybe something a little more creative, like having to clean Cheryl Crow's guitars.

Actually, forget the torture and all the rest. Instead, every time an Oxy addict dies, these folks should have to fly to the funeral, and offer their condolences to the family. That's not torture. That's just sharing the hell.

Saturday, May 05, 2007

Yeah, Yeah, Spider-Man 3 Whatever


I went to see Spider-Man 3 today, and its the second best Spidy I've seen. I liked it better than 2, but I still didn't think it eclipsed the original. But in my mind the whole thing was eclipsed by the preview for Across the Universe. With the Beatles as a backdrop for their lives, it follows a group of young people across the 1960's. I'm trying not to get my hopes too high. I'm still seeing a therapist about my Sergeant Pepper's disappointment. It left a deep scar in my youth. (My personal belief is that the Bee Gees were real life Blue Meanies.) Anyway, I can't wait to see Across the Universe.

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Stacking on the Kewl

Brother Frank is again stacking on the kool points. He was recently interviewed about his station's conversion to HD. Not bad for a bald, fat, white boy that looks like me.

He Shared the Common Dream

Wally Schirra has died. He was one of the original 7 astronauts and the only one that flew Mercury, Gemini, and Apollo missions. I have an uncle, John Miller, that worked for NASA developing the guidance system for Apollo, so the space program was a huge part of my childhood. My grandfather's office was covered with pictures from the moon and other NASA memorabilia that uncle John sent him. It seems lost now, but NASA was a huge bright spot during that time when when chaos, assignations, and war darkened our world. As Schirra himself said "We shared a common dream to test the limits of man's imagination and daring", and by watching Schirra and the others at NASA fulfill their dreams, we knew that the darkness of the Kennedy assignations, Vietnam war, and Watergate would not extinguish our own.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

25 Years Ago in a Knoxville Far, Far Away...

May 1st 1982 the Knoxville World's Fair opened. I remember everyone thinking millions of people were coming and tons of new hotels were built. They even renovated the Robert E. Lee Hotel in downtown Athens, TN. Mom and dad were excited about getting to go to the opening and see President Reagan. I was finishing up my freshman year of college and working at the DPA. I really didn't spend much time at the fair. I spent most of that summer on the lake, and in the darkroom, but fall brought frequent visits to the Australian pavilion. Carson Newman did not allow drinking on or off campus, so we would sing Men at Work songs down the halls of New Men's dorm as code for our down under adventures. The great debate was whether Fosters or KB (dubbed Killer Beer) was the better Australian export. The highlight of the fair for me was being in the Australian pavilion when Tennessee beat Bama for the first time in forever.

In celebration of the fair's anniversary, Gracie woman and I went to Petros for supper. Barry is trumpeting the fair, and WBIR is airing a special. It took 25 years to get that really bad techno theme song out of my head, and one commercial and the nightmare has returned. None the less, it will be fun to look back.

Monday, April 30, 2007

Deep Purple's Newest Disciple


Clara Grace ran for West Hills Elementary Student Body Treasurer. Each candidate had two minutes to make their case and Clara Grace wanted to play the guitar and write her own song. The only guitar we had time to teach her was Deep Purple's Smoke on the Water. You know, the classic one string version played by everyone from Clara Grace to Stevie Ray Vaughn. (OK, maybe not SRV.)

Sung to the Tune of Smoke on the Water
If you want
a rockin' treasurer
vote for Clara Grace.

Gracie ran a on a strict monetarist economic platform. Unfortunately, she was defeated by a Keynesian socialist 4Th grader.

Hannah's First Gig


My daughter Hannah is a freshman at Carson Newman, and an aspiring actor. She got her fist TV commercial and her performance is already being compared to Dustin Hoffman's Volkswagen ad. (At least by her dad.)


Commercial 1

Gravity!

O.K., I know I'm late to the party, but this past week Hannah shared with me John Mayer's Continuum cd and I was blown away. The whole cd is incredible, but there is one song in particular that reached me - Gravity.

"Oh I'll never know what makes this man
With all the love that his heart can stand
Dream of ways to throw it all away"
I know that a song's meaning is created and shared by its writer and listener, and I think that Gravity is one of the best songs about recovery I've heard in a long, long time. I have no idea if this is John's meaning, but it speaks to me.

Feel it for yourself.

Keep me where the light is.

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Like Pac Man without the strippers

It's been a great day for Tennessee Football! The Vols had two go in the first round, and it looks like the Titans were able to fill some obvious holes.

I've got to admit that the Titans taking Michael Griffin first threw me for a loop since I thought they would go with a receiver. In addition to his skills and wheels he is suppose to be a "good character guy".

It was also great to see two Vols (Justin Harrell and Robert Meachem) go in the first round.

As an added bonus the SEC led all conferences with 11 players taken in the first round. Big 10 had 6, Big 12 had 4, and the ACC had 6.

Saturday, April 28, 2007

Displace Me

Hannah is in Nashville this weekend to participate in Displace Me. Displace Me hopes to bring to light the stories of the children residing in Uganda's displacement camps. The Tennessean has it. Oh, to be young and socially conscious now that spring is here.

Friday, April 27, 2007

Titans are on the clock


I love the NFL draft. It's where college football meets pro football, and I love football. Not only do I get to pull for my team (s) (I love the Titans, Patriots, and Colts in that order), I also get to follow my favorite Tennessee players that I've watched the last four years.

This year Tennessee has two players projected to go in the first round Robert Meachem, and Justin Harrell. Many project that Meachem will get to stay in the Volunteer state and play for the Titans. Harrell is a great story, because he put off surgery on an injured arm in order to get to play against Florida, and try to help the Vols beat the Gators. Even though they weren't successful, you gotta love that kind of heart.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Oh Spoot! How I miss those days!


When my kids were younger there was no show we looked forward to more than The Angry Beavers. Now, Nick Turbo has many of the shows on their site. Hannah was 9, Quent was 7, and CG was a fetus. I love reliving my children's childhood.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Market Mania

The Dow marched past 13,000 today. This is quite a feat especially when you consider that only a couple of months ago the Dow took a one day 400 point plunge. I've often felt like that many market milestones are an excellent proof of mass psychosis. A bunch of fat old goats circle the old watering hole, taking their alcoholic gastritis out for a ride, and the talk turns to how close we are to the next mile marker (13,000). The next thing you know the market herd goes thundering past it. Tomorrow there will be a fair amount of back patting and self congratulation. Then some number will come out that reminds us the market is based on actual economic fact, and common sense and reality will return. As a capitalist from way back, I'm delighted to see the markets progress no matter the cause.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Loftin Staying In Orange!

WBIR is reporting that Chris Lofton will be retuning for his Sr. year! Bert Bertelkamp will have a lot to hollow about this year. Sweet! Money!

Monday, April 23, 2007

A Day That Will Almost Live in Infamy!


On this day in 1985 my life changed forever, for on that day Coca Cola changed its formula, and I became a Diet Coke drinker. I can still remember that horrid taste. (He shudders as he types.)

Boris is Dead

Boris Yeltsin is dead. He seems to be remember more fondly than I would have imagined. The Economist has a good piece on the Russian catalyst.

Vintage Vinyl

One of my former youth group members, Russell Smith, is now a DJ on Knoxville radio station 105.3 WFIV. He's got a great show on Sunday nights Vintage Vinyl. For a man of such few years, his taste and knowledge of good rock and roll is incredible. Give him a listen.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Trying to make Imus look good?

Kim Basinger and Alec Baldwin have heaped abuse upon their daughter that would make even Drew Barrymore flinch. While Alec was ripping his "rude little pig" a new one, Kim was making sure that her daughter got to share her pain with the entire planet for all eternity. What was previously believed impossible by the thinking world, Baldsinger has accomplished in one brief instant - they made Don Imus and Mel Gibson look not quite so bad.

It's one thing to hurl despicable comments at some vague mass or group of unknown strangers, but its something completely different to rip the heart out of a little girl that you know and supposedly love just so her pain might be used as a weapon in a divorce.

In the words of Gomer Pyle "Shame shame shame shame shame!"

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Just say "Yes, Dear"

After you read this, don't go waving it in your wife's face. Being right is rarely worth having to sleep outside. Repeat after me - Yes, dear.

Playing Games with Massacre

Yesterday's tragedy at Virginia Tech is still fresh on the hearts and minds of us all. With a daughter who is a college freshman, this horror sent an especially unpleasant chill down my spine. Sadly, these events seem to bring from the woodwork people who are willing to use death for political gain. Almost before the echos of the last gunshot faded away, various lobbyists, politicians, political action group lunatics begin posturing to leverage the death of these innocent people for their own purpose.

Gun control, media violence, and immigration are all on the table. Political cockroaches of all stripes will attempt to use these unfortunate dead as martyrs for their cause. While these issues are all important and should be given thoughtful debate and review, I hope that we can maintain respect for those whose lives were lost and their families, and squash all those who seek to play games with massacre.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Duke President Responds

Shortly after North Carolina Attorney General Roy Cooper tagged the Duke Rape case as "a tragic rush to accuse" Duke University President Richard H. Brodhead issued this statement:

"Hey, did you hear about that Imus guy? What a dick!"

Following the president's statement 88 Duke University professors jointly issued the following statement:

"Don Imus is a social disaster....and a dick!"

Durham District Attorney and life long Democrat Mike Nifong could not be reached for comment. According to his office, he was on his way to Pascataway, New Jersey to charge Don Imus with being a dick in front of black people. Nifong's office denied that he is simply trying to garner African American votes.

Diddy, Ice-T, Ludacris and 50 Cent issued a joint statement "We gonna kill that mutha#@*#ing cracker! Ain't nobody dis our ho's!"

Al Gore released a statement claiming that issuing statements is a contributing factor in global warming.

President Bush was said to be considering invading the Imus Ranch in an effort to locate weapons of mass destruction.

What did Don Imus say?

"My goal is to goad people into saying something that ruins their life. "

(He really did say that!)

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Life well lived

Forgive me father, for I have sinned. According to Technorati it has been 55 days since my last post. Like my good friend Barry I have had difficulty lately finding the motivation to post. Barry laments a life that he fears may be boring, but having known Barry and the Swiss family Wallace since 1994, I find it more inspiring than boring. I have watched Barry grow as a husband, as a father, as a musician, as a Christian, as someone who loves his work, as an artist, and simply as a man. The cool thing about Barry's blog is watching him simply enjoy the things and people he loves.

A few days ago a long time family friend, Hugh Willson, passed away. Cousin Hugh was my father's mentor, my Papaw's fishing buddy, and a man who loved his family and community. As his son Paul mentioned at his father's funeral, Hugh was known to introduce himself as "a national banker, a farmer, a Southern Baptist, and a Democrat!" He found the things that he loved, and lived to love them.

Watching a man's life I expect is much like watching a tree grow. Watched on virtually any given day there is nothing at all to see, but viewed over time one is amazed at the miracle of its transformation, and the gifts it has grown to provide. Like any tree, a man's life becomes spectacular when it points to the awesome wonder of the one created it.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Move over Lord Byron


From time to time I come across something created by one of my children that just blows me away. Each of the kids has produced a song, a photograph, or a drawing that has displayed a talent I can't explain and am overwhelmed by. Now unlike other parents who might somehow overestimate the talent of their children, or boast and brag about even the slightest accomplishment, I've never been accused of such hyperbole.

The other day I came across a poem written by Clara Grace, and felt sure this was the germination of greatness. The poem talked of love and the angst of not being certain one is loved. I knew right away that one day, and one day soon, she would take her place along side the greats like Yeats, Byron, Keats, Blake, and dear Ole' Uncle Walt.

I went to her to ask what torments of a nine year old heart could bring about such profound languish and suffering. She informed me that it was not a poem at all but rather a song. What or who had been her muse I inquired. Turns out she was trying to right a song like the one she saw on the Naked Brothers Band.

Apparently Byron may be safe a bit longer.


Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Show Offs!

I hate when people show off. Not only is it rude, it points to the shallowness and insecurity of those doing the bragging. I got my quarterly high school magazine the other day, and sure enough, two such glory hounds had to tell us of their latest accomplishments.

Jamy Wheless was a year behind me and a hack artist at best. A couple of lucky breaks, a chance opportunity to wash George Lucas' car, and bam! he takes his talent for stick figures, and a Cray computer and becomes the lead animator for Star Wars: Episode III-Revenge of the Sith, Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest, and The Chronicles of Narnia, among others. I bet the dude roams around Hollywood wearing an ascot.

Then there's Bill Dedman. Bill recently joined MSNBC. Somewhere along the way he found a Pulitzer Prize laying around and claimed it for his own. I bet he hangs out in bars with Keith Olberman trying to pick up wonkettes using words like gravitas, and politico.

Unlike these two who are trying to take more than their allotted fifteen minutes of fame, I have more compassion for my fellow human being. My concern for my co-inhabitants of the planet has allowed me to place the protection of my brother's self-esteem above any petty glory I might achieve for myself. I have forsaken Oscars, Pulitzers, and even a Noble Prize or two so those around me won't feel bad about themselves. I'm just a giver that way.

Now Jamy and Dedman couldn't pick me out of a lineup, but if I do run into them I'll remind them that nobody likes a showoff.

Monday, February 05, 2007

Class Leads to Class

Today we saw two men, inspired by champions, who followed the examples they had seen to become champions. Tony Dungy has often pointed to Eddie Robinson as the man who not only opened the door for him to be a head coach in the NFL, but also the man who illuminated the path.

Peyton has turned being "Archie's boy" from something that most have viewed as pressure, instead into the foundation for his success.

Class leads to class, and Tony and Peyton have shown us class leads to sucess.

Congratulations to them both and all those in the Colts organization.

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Do it for Johnny U!

Even better, do it for Art Donovan!

Colts 38 Bears 21

Friday, February 02, 2007

Thank God they didn't name him Nimrod!


The Knoxville News-Sentinel set out the call and got almost 50 kids together that were named after Peyton Manning. Peyton's family is known to be one familiar with the Bible, and all I could think was thank God they didn't give him an Old Testament name.

Not surprisingly many are already setting Peyton up to be a loser. According to Jim Rome and other talk radio shows, Peyton not only has to win, but win in "Manning like fashion" in order to truly win. Remember, these are the same folks that gave Charles Woodson the Heisman.

What those of us who have followed Peyton since 1994 already know is that no matter the outcome of the game, Peyton is a winner. The reason so many young men and women have been named after him is not his arm, but rather his heart. I hope and pray that come Sunday Peyton earns a championship ring to go on one of the fingers attached to his golden arm. But no matter the Super Bowl's outcome, Peyton has already shown us what the definition of a winner is on and off the field.

Go Colts!

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Snow Angel


This was today's only snow angel. The four inches of snow we were suppose to get turned out to be just an inch. No snowmen or sledding, but at least we got a daddy/Gracie day to eat waffles and hot chocolate, and watch Narnia and other movies. Gracie didn't get to make any snow angels, but I got to watch one.

Politicos reveal Stupidity

Yesterday, Scott Barker at the Knoxville News-Sentinel had a great piece about Knox County Commission's secret meetings in appointing the new county officers. After all fuss and expense to get us to this point, our great representatives decide to knowingly violate the state's open meeting law. Within a few hours of the votes, Knoxville attorney Herb Moncier had filed suit stating that the appointments weren't valid. Here we go again, and the tax payers get to shell out thousands of dollars to lawyers to sort out the mess. The commissioners themselves should be forced to pay any legal fees resulting from their stupidity. Too bad we can't just impeach the whole bunch for being idiots.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

So how long have you been a black quarterback?

Sports Illustrated has a great piece on the dumbest questions asked during all the Super Bowl hype. While Doug Williams wasn't actually asked how long he had been a black QB, the Super Bowl does seem to bring out sports writer's best stupidity.

Monday, January 29, 2007

Free to Choose

PBS is running a documentary on Milton Friedman. He died this past year, and remains my favorite economist. (Oh my God! I have a favorite economist?) He is also one of the inspirations for one of my favorite blogs, the Chicago Boyz. This isn't PBS's first experience with Professor Friedman. For many years he hosted a show on PBS, Free to Choose.

Achievement


Our family is filled with GSD (Genetic Spelling Defick). It has gotten so bad that the entire lot of us spell Wilson with 2 L's - Willson. Though not curable, it can be managed, and I've been working hard with Clara Grace to overcome her GSD. With an N on her last report card, we set out to improve, and today she got her first 100. She was so excited! You would have thought she had won the Super Bowl. I'm very proud of her. Her achievement has inspired me to try to achieve some of my goals like posting at least six times a week. I've got a whole bunch of excuses for not posting in the last month and some of them are even reasonable, but I have a great example in my Gracie woman so I'm going to try to be like her.

Thursday, December 28, 2006

SEC 0-1

I'm pulling for all the SEC teams this year. It's incredibly hard rooting for Bama and Florida, but I'm willing to take one for the team. Alabama leads off losing to Oklahoma State, but they played a good game considering they don't even have a coach.

Friday, December 22, 2006

I love Christmas Break

One of the things I love most about Christmas break is getting to spend extra time with my hoodlums. One of the things we love to do is watch movies together. A couple of nights ago Hannah, who is home from Carson Newman, and I watched Little Mermaid. Quent and I always dig some Monty Python. He's watching all three Lord of the Rings movies tonight with friend Ben. I would be jealous that I'm not there if I were not enjoying watching Mary Poppins with Clara Grace. I love hanging with my hoodlums!

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Log and a Stump

Flipping around the TV today it seemed like all anyone was talking about was the war between Rosie and the Donald. To me this is like a stump and a log arguing about who is more hollow. A war in Iraq, genocide in Sudan, Korea and Iran doing their best to split the atom, and we are focusing on these two lumps? Shallow? You put the depth of these two together and you don't get enough to fill a child's inflatable pool. They are the marshmallows of humanity, and its time we put them in the back of the cabinet and let them go stale.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Not so much good will toward men


Yesterday, Michael Silence posted reaction to Gov. Bredesen's Christmas card. You would have thought the man had shot the Pope. We Christians amaze me some times. Jesus was asked about his "target audience" once and this was his reply - "It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. But go and learn what this means: "I desire mercy, not sacrifice." For I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners." Matthew 9:12-13 Who would Jesus have on His Christmas card?

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Dead Frank Walking


Brother Frank has been known to proudly display the ole bonehead from time to time, but this goes way beyond "What the hell was he thinking?!" Frank not only taunted and mocked his beloved, and soon to be sainted wife Lisa, but he was stupid enough to send me photographic evidenced! Duh! He tries to hide behind his oldest daughter Lauren, and even entitles his email "Loren and I get revenge".
Every night she falls asleep at 10pm in her chair... Every night she claims that we leave her there when she comes to bed at 1:00am... Every night she swears that we would have awaken her if we had tried... Tonight. We proved that there is no moving... THE ZOMBIE MOM!!!!"
You know when the the dookey hits the fan Loren will turn on him like month old milk. "Mom, it was horrible. Dad made me do it even after I begged him not to. Please take me to the therapist, mom, else I don't know how I will cope with the pain."

I loved my brother Frank, may he rest in peace.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

You don't know #%#$^&*!!

Quantum Physics was born today. On this day in 1900 Max Planck would help the world come to terms with the phrase "What the ....?!"

Thanks to my friend Andrew, I recently saw a really cool movie What the bleep do we know!? Down the Rabbit Hole. It deals with the mystic area where physics and science meets God and spirituality. It's a fantastic movie if you want to wade through an infinitely deep pool. Also Leonard Sweet is a theologian, Methodist of course, who's paddled these waters himself a time or two.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

The Chief is Chief

Coach John "Chief" Chavis was named Assistant Coach of the Year by the American Football Coaches Association. It's an honor long overdue. BTW, where did Chief get his nickname?

Technorati Tag: [Tennessee Football]

Dog Lovers

Sam Venable has written many wonderful articles, but this one had special significance to me.

Two of my favorite sayings about dogs:

"I wish I was half the man my dog thinks I am."

"Pet a cat, and it thinks it's god. Pet a dog, and he thinks you are."

I love dogs!

Monday, November 27, 2006

Whew!

The move is finally over, and the computer is hooked back up. Hopefully I will get back in blogging mode quickly.

Monday, November 13, 2006

Book Burning?

I'm moving and I've been packing my books. I am finding there are a whole lot of books I don't need any more and that McKay's won't take so I have no choice but to use them to roast marshmallows.

Here are a few examples of what qualifies kindling: All potty training books (I've almost got that down), anything to do with learning numbers, colors, or the alphabet (at 43 what's the point), the dictionary (who needs Webster when you have spell chekc!) and all books with Disney characters, Barney, Teletubies, Elmo, or Power Rangers.

Here's some idea of books that made the move: Hans Christian Anderson collection, The Stinky Cheese Man, I love You Stinky Face (I'm noticing a trend), old church directories, a financial calculations workbook (I spent 4 days in a cold hotel basement for that and I'm not giving it up), and my collection of Tennessee Football press guide 1983 - 2005.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Change in Power

Today millions of Americans went the to polls to prove once again that the great experiment in democracy started by our country's founders is alive and well. The direction of the country, the economic future of our children, the health of our seniors, and the lives of hundreds of thousands of our men and women in uniform hang in the balance. Now the votes have been casted, tallied, and America's choice is clear.

Britney's getting a divorce! Yeah, yeah, war in Iraq, health of a nation - who cares! Britney dumped KFed! Now that's news.

Oh, by the way, the Democrats took back control of the House.

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Monday, November 06, 2006

Skipping School

Friday, I was taking Clara Grace to school when it started. "Dad -cough, cough, fake sniffle - I don't feel good." Now I would like to say that I made sure that my daughter's education took precedence over my selfish desire to spend time with my daughter, but that would be a lie. I wimped out and told her she could spend the day at home with dad. No sooner than we get home, she's jumping around the house like Olga Korbut. I explained that when you stay home sick, you have to rest. You can't be playing around. Yeah, right. So I made the energizer bunny come outside and help me rake. We did the whole front yard, 26 bags in all according to Olga. After all the leaves, she seemed to learn her lesson. "Dad, next time I'm sick, I'm just going to go to school." Then we watched three episodes of Jimmy Neutron. It was a good day.

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Monday, October 23, 2006

A Day that will live in Smurf-infamy

On this day in 1958 a Frenchman (go figure) introduced the world to Smurfs. From that day till this the world has been covered in the blue darkness.

When the blue darkness engulfed the United States in 1980, I was old enough to be immune to its obnoxious brain sucking horror. However, my two baby sisters were not. To this day certain shades of blue, and any song with "la, la" in lyrics sends them back to the darkness they knew as children.

We can only hope that our children will not have to bear the emotional scars that come with horrific Saturday morning television. There have been other scares to be sure such as the Barney epidemic, and the Power Ranger plague of the early 1990's. Thankfully, neither reached the cataclysmic rage of the Smurfs.

Saturday, October 21, 2006

Go Tigers!

Now that the Tennessee / Alabama game is over, I turn my focus to one of the day's lesser sporting events. The World Series starts tonight, and despite my affection for many friends like Stan Love who are life long Cardinal fans, I have to pull for the Detroit Tigers. I think the job that Jim Leyland has done this year could go down as one of the greatest managing jobs in the history of sports.

Go Tigers!

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John Parker Wilson and other thoughts

Bama's QB, John Parker Wilson, really deserves some respect. He was obviously hurt, but he kept getting up and coming back. He's going to another of Bama's great QB's.

Tennessee's defense won this game. They are putting together a season that would rank them with some of UT's best defensive teams.

Ainge. God love him. There are obviously still doubts running through the kids head. I dn[t know why or how, but if he doesn't gain some confidence in himself Tennessee is going to have a tough time against LSU, Arkansas, and South Carolina.

Beating Bama is always, always, always something to be savored.

Go Vols!!

SACKED!!! BALL GAME!!!

Two great sacks.

Ball game

Tennessee 16 Bama 13 Final

Great punt coverage

Nice tackle Robert Meachem!

Tick, tick, tick

This last minute is seems like its taking a couple of decades.

Punt Bama Punt!

33 yard punt. All we need is 1 first down.

But wait, Tennesse can't even get the huddle right.

Five yard penalty and stops the clock.

GIVE HIM SIX!

Touchdown - BIG ORANGE!!!

Tennessee 16 Bama 13

TOUCHDOWN

That was a touchdown when a Florida player caught it there! Now the refs don't know?

Now let's put it in the hole

1st and goal Tennessee. Let's get a touchdown!

Can Wilhoit throw?

Wilhoit and our defense have played well.

I wonder if Wilhoit can throw the ball?

Bama 13 Tennessee 9

OUCH!

Heffney can take a hit.

First down Tennessee.

Thank God I'm Bald

Cause if I had hair, I'd pull it out

Bama 13 Tennessee 6

Which is worse?

Tennessee's imagination on a 4th and one call?

Ainge's effort on a 4th and 1 sneak?

The ref's inability to make a decent call?

Flag of Death

The pass interference call that the ref missed was so bad that my computer died.

I had to switch to the backup.

Thank God for Wilhoit

Bama 6 Tennessee 6

Tennessee - The gift that just keeps on giving

Bad kickoff return

Penalty

Dropped pass

Tipped punt

Tennessee offense - The gift that just keeps on giving.

Whew!

We tried to give the Tide 7 with the interception, but the defense held.

Bama 6 Tennessee 3

It's Goooooood!

James Wilhoit gets a bit of redemption for the previously missed field goal, and knocks this one down the middle.

Bama 3 Tennessee 3

Wide Receiver U

Brent Smith's catch and run point to the fact that this year's receiver corps has returned the Vols to the status long held as wide receiver university. Tennessee's receivers Swain, Smith, and Meachum are doing a great job this year and getting a good bit of YAC (Yards after Catch)

Ainge doesn't look sharp

Erik Ainge doesn't look sharp. He has missed a few wide open receivers, and made some throws that look like last year's Ainge.

Then in the middle of the previous sentence, he throws a beautiful out route.

Then an interception.

Definitely not sharp.

Sick Feeling

Tennessee lost to Alabama 11 years beginning in 1971 so every time Alabama takes a lead in the game it gives me a sick feeling.

Bama 3 Tennessee 0

Somebody wake up the offense

After two possessions by both sides, the Tennessee defense looks great, but Tennessee's O doesn't look awake.

Somebody reach over there and slap 'em on the helmet and wake 'em up!

Punt Bama Punt!

I know this is an Auburn cheer from 1972 but I hope its one Tennessee's defense gets to say a lot today.

Good first defensive series followed by a Great punt return.

Punt Bama Punt!

Tennessee vs Bama Live Blogging

I normally work all day on Saturday, but I took some vacation time this weekend in hopes of getting to go see my Vols skin an elephant. I didn't make into the stadium so I'm going to do something new and blog as I watch the game.

CBS did a great job of starting the show just as the Vols came through the T!

Mrs. Ford not a very good teacher

Yesterday, Harold Ford, Jr. showed up unannounced and interrupted a Bob Corker event. I've tried to stay away from politics on this blog, but this isn't about politics, it's just about good ole politeness and decency. I've always thought you could tell a lot about a person by they way they treat others, especially those they might not like. Harold made an ass out of himself. It's sad that apparently Harold's mother didn't teach him the golden rule.

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Friday, October 20, 2006

Naval Battle



Vol Navy vs. Tide Flotilla
This year the Vols and their armada totally outclass the Tide and their flotilla. The Tide, bless their hearts, have never been able to get the flotilla past Muscle Shoals. The ole outboard keeps braking down, and granny's depends keep her from swimming as well as she use to.

Vols 28 Tide 14

Uniquely Unique


HowManyOfMe.com
LogoThere is:
1
person with my name
in the U.S.A.

How many have your name?

According to this website I found over at Big Stupid Tommy's place, and if you can't trust Big Stupid Tommy who can you trust, I have a rather unique moniker. The folks at How Many of Me say there is only one of me - Lane Willson that is in the good ole U.S. of A. There are 16,498 Lanes and 11,219 Willsons (Double L's) but only one Lane Willson. While this is technically correct, I happen to know that it also technically incorrect as I am Elbert Lane Willson, IV. Those roman numerals at the end of my name, in addition to indicating that my family is either really lazy or really unimaginative, means that there are more than one of me/us. Numbers 3 and 5 (I was either lazy or unimaginative too) are walking the earth and doing fine thank you very much. Eb and Quent aren't Lane so I guess the website is right except for where it is wrong.

I've got to stop posting at 4:30 in the morning.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Who New?

The Who is releasing their first album since 1982! Two Who, Keith Moon and John "Ox" Entwistle, are dead. But Pete and Roger from Oz are carrying on with the help of Zak Starkey, that's right - Ringo's boy, and Pete's brother Simon.

I've always been a Who fan, and when their last album was release I still had hair. Quadrophenia is my favorite album, and "Long Live Rock" my favorite Who song. Their last tour was sponsored by Schlitz Malt Liquor. I loved The Who, but not enough to drink The Bull. (I can't beleive I remember that.) I'd still trample you to see The Who!

Awakening a sleeping Giant, Bronco, Jet, Raider, etc.

Admiral Iroroku Yamamoto said after the attack on Pearl Harbor "I fear all we have done is to awaken a sleeping giant and fill him with a terrible resolve." After 9/11 we were definitely awakened, but our resolve has been suspect. Now the same terrorist that struck the twin towers are threatening our football stadiums. Many doubt the threats and I am among them.

First of all, a whole bunch of folks, even many who were originally for the Iraqi war, have misgivings about efficacy. Another 9/11 type attack would unify us and return our focus to foreign terrorist instead of our own politics.

Second, another attack could only help Republicans and conservatives remain in power, and this is definitely something that many in the world don't want to continue. Those who want America to return to the days of giving out cold water reactors would not do anything to help President Bush or his party remain in power.

Finally, nobody is that stupid. The last thing any terrorist wants is to piss off 200 million football fans. Imagine an army of a few million Tony Siragusas coming with the sole purpose of sticking a foam #1 finger about two feet up you ass. The thought of being hunted by members of the Dog Pound, Raider Nation, Lions and Tigers and Bears (Oh my!), the sound of terrible towels beating the air, and the eyes of guys like Ditka, Jim Brown, Butkus and Reggie White fixed upon you is more than even the most stalwart Islamic terrorist nut job can handle.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

War Damn Eagle!

The next best thing to Tennessee winning is Florida losing, and tonight Auburn made Tennessee's day beating Florida 27-17. Auburn proved what many of us thought, which is that Florida QB Chris Leak has a glass chin. Leak made two key turnovers to help the Tigers seal the deal.

In bonus action, Georgia lost to Vandy, and Bama's tide never rolled against Ole Miss. The most they could muster was a wobble as they finally overcame the Rebels in OT.

We just sat on the sofa getting a bit more healthy, eating some really good food, enjoying our smokey mountains, and interrupting our "It's great to be a Tennessee Vol" chant long enough to yell WAR DAMN EAGLE!

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

The Other Person

Two people died today as a small plane crashed into a building in New York City. One, Cory Lidle, was a pitcher for the New York Yankees. His picture has been on every newscast this side of the Cartoon Network. The other person has been given no other identity than the other person, or more often than not as an instructor. We don't know if the person was a man or a woman, mother or father, daughter or son. Yet, we know all about Mr. Lidle, his six year old son, and the family he has left behind. We've even been reminded of Thurman Munson and all the other players that have lost their lives in plane accidents. I'm sure the "other person's" family is also filled with grief. To bad Other Person's life is not as valuable to those that report the news as Mr. Lidle's. I'm sure many are remembering Mr. Lidle's family in their prayers tonight, but I will be remembering Other Person's.

Monday, October 09, 2006

SHUT THE HELL UP, AND GET TO WORK!

Less than 12 hours ago North Korea announced that it has made all our nightmares come true by successfully completing their first nuclear weapons test. It didn't take long at all for the three main cable news networks to get their stable of talking heads on screen to argue who's fault it is. Some junior reporter from The New Republic or The Weekly Standard placed opposite one another to claim that Clinton did it, or Bush should have done, or, or, or - Just SHUT THE HELL UP!

First of all, these partisans need to stop focusing on why, and start talking about what's next. The question why, more often than not, is the most impotent question there is. Asking what's next allows us to focus on the solution. If we're going to disagree then lets at least let all that hot air propel us towards the solution.

Secondly, it's time the 4th estate be held accountable. When you put two Pit Bulls in small coup they naturally start fighting. The media throws two political hacks in a small enclosure, throws in a big hunk of meat, and then turns to us the viewing public and says "Hey, its not our fault they won't work together." Every TV ought to come with a "What's Next Button", and every time Bill OReilly, Keith Olberman or any of the other two dozen idiots start their shtick you can give the button a press and send a small electrical jolt to their chair. Hopefully, this would restart their brains and the conversation could move on. Once a year every cable news hack ought to be required to watch Edward R. Murrow's body of work in its entirety.

North Korea is run by a mad man, and probably the most dangerous one since Hitler. The United States has approximately 40,000 troops on the Korean border, and if a war were to break out, it would surely endanger not only their lives, but the lives of thousands of young men and women who are at this moment sitting in high school and college classrooms around the country dreaming of their bright futures. Those dreams are far too important to be interrupted by war.

So to all those in the government, media, politics, and intellects of all stripes and colors I say - Shut the hell up and get to work. The dreams and lives of our children, and indeed the children around the world, are far too precious to destroy with our egotistical need to be right.

Saturday, October 07, 2006

Whew Eagles!

I went to beautiful downtown Jefferson City to see daughter Hannah. It was Carson Newman's homecoming. CN tried to give the game away with 5 turnovers, but came back to win with 1 minute left.

I took Clara Grace and we hoped to get to spend some time with Hannah. Gracie got to sit with her for part of the game, but I only saw her for a few seconds. Sometimes seeing someone briefly only reminds you of how much you miss them. But she looked great, and by all appearences is doing well.

I also got to see a few old friends. Susan and Dave Underwood were both students at CN when I was there, and are now professors Underwood. I also got to see Mike Alvis who was one of my photography professors and has in recent years returned to Jefferson City.

I miss my Hannah, but a good day all in all.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Read me a story

One of my goals for the year has been to read at least 12 books, one per month, during the year. Normally, I read a few more than that, but lately I've gotten behind. I started the year by letting Hannah get me addicted to the Harry Potter series. Now I hang out at Borders wearing a black robe, fake glasses, and holding a wand and longingly waiting for book seven. Ususally I'm asked to move on. Apparently this is not considered normal behavior for a 43 year old. (Unless of course you are a member of congress.) After that, I headed for some more adult fare. I read Dan Brown's The Da Vinci Code and Angles and Demons. I liked Angles and Demons better. I have always liked the work of Tom Wolf, so I decided to read his latest book I Am Charlotte Simmons about a small town girl off to the new world of college and the big city. This choice was a big mistake. The book was excellent, but I don't recommend it for fathers whose daughters are going off to college for the first time. Currently, I'm reading Bill W. about A.A.'s founder Bill Wilson, and C.S. Lewis' Mere Christianity. I don't know what I'll read to close out the year, but probably something by either John Irving or Pat Conroy.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

And she still has both ears!


To the left is Clara Grace's latest art work. It is an untitled piece done in chalk. However, I'm sure before it hangs in the Guggenheim she will give it an entirely profound name.

My house is filled with the artwork of my children. I have some of Hannah's paintings, Quent's photographs and now some of Clara Grace's drawings. This one is a tad better than the stick figures that adorn my refrigerator, so I thought I would share it.

Added Bonus! - I also got Clara Grace's grade card today. Now while I'm all for reading, writing, and arithmetic, I believe that to be a truly accomplished 3rd grader one must excel in work habits and behavior. And CG did super. It's off to McKay's to celebrate.

Only nine years old and she has already shown the drive and artistic genius of Van Gogh. Added Bonus! - She plays well with others, and still has both her ears!

Monday, September 25, 2006

Cancer of the Humor

I've not posted in a couple of weeks due to cancer of the sense of humor. It was diagnosed when I found out I was facing further legal action from my ex-wife. I love to laugh, and will laugh at almost anything appropriate or not. I had a field day when Reagan was shot and he was my favorite president. The day I took Hannah to college I found at the joy had been stolen and the game was on for the 4th time in my divorce. Today we mediated and hopefully got things resolved to both our liking. I know there are cancers of the body that eat away one's health, but I can't imagine they are any more powerful or voracious than the cancer of the soul that comes with anger. Fortunately, God took care of me.

There was a fair amount of down time when the mediator was talking with my ex-wife and her attorney, and I was left alone. I wasn't prepared for this an had not taken anything to occupy my time. I had all my various legal papers, but nothing worth reading, and I was desperately looking for something to help me stay calm. If I let my anger out, I was in big trouble. I have the Big Book on my palm pilot so I turned that on only to find I had not charged it the night before. I looked in my portfolio, and the only thing there other than my legal pad was the Spirituality training material put together by my friend Celeste. I stayed calm and was saved. Then just as all was said and done, I got a call from the same Celeste that was the fuel I needed to get me to a meeting. Then I got a bonus gift of Clara Grace spending the night with me. God did for me what I couldn't do for myself.

My sense of humor is slowly returning. To almost quote Henny Youngman - "Take my ex-wife...Please!" OK, maybe very slowly returning.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

That's My Girl!

As a parent you are always concerned that your children my someday be afflicted with some of the same stupidity that accosted you during your development. You watch and worry over them as best you can, but one day they are gone off to college, and all bets are off.

It's such a relief when you find out they are OK! Oh sure, most people would get a photo like this one from their daughter and begin lining up therapists, doctors, ministers and maybe even an exorcist, but not me. Now I know she's going to be alright. You see only a young lady with gifted comedic talent, a superb intellect, and self esteem out the ying-yang could pull off such a look. Other's might see this photo and say "Bless her heart", but I look at it and say That's my Hannah!

Monday, September 11, 2006

Extraordinary

Remembering Seth A. Morris -
Five years after that horrid day, we grasp at words to somehow continue to struggle with our shock and disbelief. Words are not sufficient band-aides for the hearts of the Morris family, but one word comes to mind in learning about the life of Seth Morris - extraordinary. Seth didn't have a calling that set him apart from the rest of us like a pro athlete, astronaut, or Supreme Court justice. And though accomplished and successful, his achievements were not so much greater than all others that society heaped him with honor and fame. Seth's life was extraordinary because he understood the tremendous value of each moment of each day, and he worked so very hard to wring the joy and love from each day's moments. He did so by placing the needs of his family, friends, and strangers he came in contact with above his own. In doing so, Seth lived an extraordinary life. Here are some of the things said about Seth shortly after 9/11.

All His Waking Hours

Seth Morris didn't sleep.

Well, he didn't sleep much. Four hours a night was it. His wife, Lynn, preferred eight, so while she and the three children were still in bed, he would be up doing projects.

Five years ago, the Morrises had bought a house, and he undertook renovations during the early morning hours. Mrs. Morris would wake and find that a room had been painted. New bathroom fixtures had been installed. The dining room molding had been done.

He would pay bills in the middle of the night. Once, he sent an e-mail message to his great-grandmother at 2:30 in the morning.

He knew all the 24-hour businesses. On weekends, he would visit a 24-hour bagel shop and have bagels ready when everyone else awoke. He often did his shopping at Home Depot at 2 in the morning. He knew the clerk on duty on a first-name basis.

Having extra hours meant a lot to Mr. Morris, 35, a managing director at Cantor Fitzgerald. "He would actually calculate how many more hours and days and years of living he was going to have than I was," Mrs. Morris said. "The last time he did it, he said he was going to have five extra years."

His skimpy amount of sleep became a running joke. The children began to imitate his sleep patterns. They'd get up at 3 in the morning, and when Mrs. Morris complained, they'd say, "Well, Daddy's up."

Mrs. Morris would tell her husband, "You need to get more normal sleep patterns." He would reply, "You can sleep when you're dead."

Profile published in THE NEW YORK TIMES on October 29, 2001.

Active Father Focused on Family

Oct. 29, 2001

Seth Morris slept just four hours a night.

He pumped weights at 4 a.m., telling his kids that "the world's strongest man" needed to exercise his muscles.

While his family and neighbors slept, Morris planted trees and laid out flower beds. He remodeled rooms in his Kinnelon, N.J., home.

"I would wake up every morning," wife Lynn said, "and see what kind of surprises he had."

Morris, 35, worked as a managing director at Cantor Fitzgerald on the 105th floor of the North Tower. He joined the firm 14 years ago after graduating with an education degree from Southern Connecticut State University in New Haven.

Morris met Lynn in college. They had three children -- Madilynn, 10, Kyle, 8, and Hayley, 5.

Morris spent weekends and afternoons biking and roller-blading with his children. He coached the local rec hockey team. He often acted more like a best friend to his children, Lynn said, than a father.

"Sometimes I think he played with them so much," Lynn said, "because somehow he knew he wouldn't be here."

--Fred Carroll (Daily Press)

*******
Seth Morris carried a pregnant woman to safety after a bomb exploded in 1993 at the World Trade Center. "“He put a wet handkerchief on her mouth so she and her unborn baby would not breathe in any smoke," said his sister-in-law, Joanne Mooney. "“That was the kind of guy he was." But when terrorists attacked the buildings Sept. 11, Morris, who was managing director at CantorFitzgerald, was among those lost. "“He has the biggest heart of anyone I knew", Mooney said. "“He went out of his way for everyone and anyone."

--The Associated Press

Seth Morris, 35, hero of '93 WTC blast

In 1993, Seth Morris -- so muscular and physically fit that his sister-in-law, Joanne Mooney, likened him to "The Hulk" -- carried a pregnant woman on his back from the 103rd floor of the World Trade Center to the ground floor after a bomb exploded in an underground parking garage, killing six and injuring more than 1,000.

"He put a wet handkerchief on her mouth so she and her unborn baby would not breathe in any smoke," Mooney said. "That was the kind of guy he was. The woman called several days ago and said how sad she was to hear the news about Seth and how much she appreciated what he did for her. She said she wouldn't be here without Seth."

Mr. Morris, 35, managing director for Cantor Fitzgerald, a brokerage firm, was among those working on the 105th floor of the North Tower when a hijacked plane crashed into the building last Tuesday. He lived in the Smoke Rise section of Kinnelon.

"He had the biggest heart of anyone I knew," Mooney said. "He went out of his way for everyone and anyone. No one was like Seth."

When he heard a colleague was about to be laid off at Cantor Fitzgerald, Mr. Morris walked into his boss' office and offered part of his year-end bonus so the colleague could be kept on, Mooney said.

Mr. Morris was a restless, tireless dynamo, the kind of person who would get up at 4 in the morning -- seven days a week -- to get his exercise in. His weightlifting equipment was stored in a section of his basement he called "The Morris Muscle Factory," his sister-in-law said.

"He'd say, 'I'm going down to the Morris Muscle Factory, going to get pumped up,' " Mooney said, laughing.

When he wasn't exercising, it seemed, he was remodeling his house -- or someone else's. Once, he knocked on his sister-in-law's door at the crack of dawn and informed her he was there to work on her picture window.

"And he had already been to Home Depot," Mooney recalled.

Mr. Morris also found time to coach his son's roller hockey team, the Penguins, and his daughter's softball team. A hockey player in college, Mr. Morris played in the Morristown Roller Hockey League.

Among the children Mr. Morris coached was Nicholas Scorzo, the 7-year-old son of Bob Scorzo, vice chairman of the Kinnelon Recreation Commission. Before the Scorzo family went on vacation last month, Nicholas sent Mr. Morris a card saying he was "the greatest coach ever."

"He enjoyed coaching the kids as much as they enjoyed having him as a coach," Bob Scorzo said.

Mooney described her brother-in-law as "extremely bright, a genius with numbers . . . he knew his credit card numbers, everyone's Social Security numbers. The kids would throw out these random numbers, and he would add, subtract and divide them.

"He never got moody or grumpy," she said. "I'd tell him, 'Be grumpy every once in a while.' He couldn't."

When the Morris family spent a week on Long Beach Island at the end of August, Mr. Morris' son, Kyle, turned to Mooney, his aunt, and said, "You know, my dad is my best friend in the world. He's my hero."

Mr. Morris is survived by his wife, Lynn Bailey; two daughters, Madilynn and Hayley; a son, Kyle; his parents, John and Barbara Morris of King George, Va.; two brothers, James of Fredericksburg, Va., and John of West Grove, Pa.

Mr. Morris' brothers are firemen; their father is a retired firefighter. James Morris was among the firefighters called to the scene after the attack on the Pentagon.


Friday, September 08, 2006

Tennessee 33 Air Force 9

I think Tennessee will be a little distracted after last week's powerful win, and looking ahead to Florida. None the less, Tennessee will have just too much fire power. I hope the Air Force at least gets a standing "O" and some respect for their efforts.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Starting my own Freak Flag


I've been thinking for a few months about letting my hair grow back, or at least that part that still can. A few weeks ago I was teasing the kids, and trying to goad them into something or other. I told them that if they didn't do what I wanted I wouldn't shave or cut my hair until Quent graduates high school. (May 2008) Then they did the unthinkable - They triple dog dared me. Every true man knows that once this gauntlet is thrown down, there is no option but to pick it up.

David Crosby said "I feel like letting my freak flag fly", and what better role model than David Crosby. I've never had long hair even when I had hair. This is probably my last best chance, and I may very well wimp out. So I'm going to keep a photo record of my Freak Flag adventures as you can see by the Flickr.com badge on the left. It may be scary at times, and hopefully funny at times, but certainly a new adventure for all of us.

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Wednesday, September 06, 2006

I hate not getting to hate!


Normally when I look forward to a Tennessee football game, I can stock up on venom and hatred as I prepare for the week's game. Gators, Bulldogs, Tigers, even Commodores make my blood boil at the slightest mention. I spend the week before the game thinking up new insults for the mothers, children, and in the case of the 'Dores the favorite authors, of those who dare to step on the field with my Vols. This week that is not possible.

This week Tennessee host the Air Force Falcons. The Falcons represent the fine men and women of the United States Air Force Academy. Lord knows I've tried, but I find it hard to cast aspersions on folks who after the game is over will place their lives on the line so that I might enjoy the freedom needed to cast aspersions. I hope my fellow Volunteer fans will conduct themselves with the proper respect and admiration for our guests, and make everything about their visit to Knoxville, other than the score, enjoyable. Remember, these kids know how to use smart bombs.


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Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Ain't that right, Mrs. Mull

WBIR is reporting that local Gospel music icon Reverend J. Bazzel Mull has died at age 91. I dealt with Preacher Mull in the late 1980's when the bank I worked for advertised with him on one of his Sweetwater, TN radio stations. Brother Frank got one of his first TV gigs as a camera man for The Mull's Singing Convention. I don't know that we got any business from the radio ads, but each Sunday morning while the East Tennessee world was getting ready for church, Preacher Mull would talk up the bank while talking with Frank who was off camera. He always seemed like a nice man, and though I hated the old time Gospel music the Preacher play, I tuned in many times just to hear that now famous gravel voiced phrase, "Ain't that right, Mrs. Mull?"

It's them britches!


There has already been a ton written on the Volunteers, and how they are once again playing football on Rocky Top. It looked like the Vols of old. Other Volunteer teams from my time spring to mind - '67, '69, '89, '90, '97, '98, and of course one of my favorite Vol teams - 1985. The one common trait of all these great Vol teams? The pants. Saturday the Vols were wearing the old school britches with the two thin orange stripes going down the side. Gone were the wide stripe or no stripe pants from recent years past that helped the Vols play football like Sampson after a haircut. The Vols have given up on attempting fashion statements and have decided again to focus on football. Obviously, the greatest factor in Tennessee's return to flying around the ball, tackling with a HOST of Volunteers, and otherwise looking like the great Tennessee teams of old - It's them britches!

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Monday, September 04, 2006

There's nothing worse than...


Yesterday at work, I laid out one of my pens to be used for the visitor's sign-in sheet of those coming to visit the kids on the unit. By the end of the day, the pen was no where to be found. After looking around the building for my favorite pen, it was obviously gone, and I exclaimed in frustration "There is nothing worse than losing your favorite pen."

Now I'm a bit picky when it comes to my pens. I'm required to only use black ink at work, and do a lot of writing in regards to my patients. I also do a fair amount of journaling and other writing. I love pens. I once owned a Cross pen for nearly 20 years. I bent it in a car wreck and the company fixed and sent it back to be free of charge. Even though computers have taken over the world, including a good bit of my writing, I still love writing with a pen. It's like driving a 5 speed stick shift. You can actually feel the words beneath you.

My favorite pen is the Zebra F-402 ball point. It's light, solid, just the right size in the hand, and with a 0.7mm point that adds a feeling of speed and precession. If it were a woman, I'd marry it.

After the trauma of losing my pen I had to run by Central United Methodist to drop off some letters for the Chrysalis flight that was going on this weekend. It was about midnight and raining, and leaving the church headed down Broadway I passed under the interstate near the Knox Area Rescue Ministry. Crammed under the bridge was probably 45 or 50 people trying to stay out of the rain, and my lost pen returned to my mind - "There's nothing worse than losing your favorite pen."

The busy signal in my brain started as I was overrun with thoughts of things that might be a tad worse than my long lost pen: An African child raped in an attempt to avoid AIDS, a woman beaten by her drunken husband, a elderly father whose nursing home room has not been visited in over five years, a terrorist's bomb that blows up the family of others, a diseased man who's cure is financially out of his grasp, a baby that is born a crack addict, a TV preacher that hides his hatred behind Jesus' name, and ignorance that would lead a man to say 'There's nothing worse than losing your favorite pen."

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Saturday, September 02, 2006

Where was Mr. Green Jeans?



The vaunted California Golden Bears, picked by some (OK, only Lee Corsso) to win the national championship, showed up in Neyland Stadium and looked more like the dancing bear. The only thing missing was Mr. Green Jeans. If you had told me that the Vols would spank the Bears, and that 2nd string QB Jonathan Crumpton would be playing by mid-3rd quarter, I woud have given you a drug test. I can't wait to hear all the Vol fans who only weeks ago wanted Coach Fulmer's bald spot on a platter now line up on SportsTalk to sing a chorus of "I told you so". Oh yeah, we knew it all along. The great thing about Vols fans is that they are lot like the weather - give them time, and they will change. Go Vols!

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Tennessee 28 California 24

It may not be a smart pick, but its one made from the heart. Our only hope is that Cal's defense had more holes in it last year than the dougnut line at Krispy Kreme. Go VOLS!

Friday, September 01, 2006

Mullet Headed Madman

I haven't watched tennis in a long long time, but night's US Open match was excellent. Andre Agassi def. Baghdatis in a 5 set thriller. Agassi started as a mullet headed punk kid who made McEnroe look like one of the game's old gentleman. Agassi was probably the last tennis player I had much of an opinion about, and I hated him. But in fairness he was like 12 or something when he hit the tour, so its probably not right to have expected him to act like an adult.

Having not watched tennis in at least 5 years some things really stood out. Andre hit only 3 or 4 first serves in the 2 sets I watched. Back in the day that would have cost you the match right there. Second, no one yelled at the ump. The whole point of having him way up in a chair is so that you can come over, curse him, bang your racet on the chair, and him remain safe the entire time. It's sad that young tennis players today have grown too lazy to verbally assault the chair umpire. The technology that surrounds the game to day is unbelievable. For a game that was mired in the 17th century when I was playing back in the 20th century, they've really improved.

Through all the changes a bit of the old punk still shown through in Andre. After his opponent had heaped a great deal of kind words on him, not just for the match but for his life time achievements, Andre did not mention Baghdatis once. Baghdatis played the last two sets with severe leg cramps that would have kept far lesser players from finishing the match. Andre remained silent on the subject. I guess you can take the mullet off the kid, but not out of the kid. Still I hope Andre keeps on winning.

Skunked

I got home last night to find my beloved dog Petey in a battle to the death with a skunk. The skunk had to be pretty young to get through our fence, and when I came across him Petey had him trapped under the grill, and was barking to wake up hell. At first I tried to shoo him away from the skunk with a broom. Yeah, right. Finally I went inside and got a towl. I threw that over Petey and was able to get him away from the skunk, but not before both of us had been mortally skunked.

Tomato juice is just a waste of a good V8. Petey and I still smell like Peppy La Pew.

The thought did cross my mind to just take Petey to my ex-wife's house, and leave him there. She originally got Petey for son Chieftoe (Quent), and then abandoned the dog at my house after his first hour home. While it would have been really funny, and certainly just, I would miss the beast too much. So I'm off to PetSmart for the 21st century cure for skunkification.

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