IMS 4, Columbus Community 0
IMS traveled to Columbus to face the Wildcats on the soccer pitch and came away with a 4-0 win. As play started it took some time for the IMS players to become used to the bumpy field and hard turf. Nine minutes into the half, Brian Miller beat a Columbus player to the ball, then passed it to Truman Shetler who sent a strong shot by the goalie. Seven minutes later Jacob Yoder beat several defenders and placed the ball behind the Columbus defense where Vince Rhodes was waiting to turn the ball into the net. IMS created several more good chances in the half but could not add to the score. Columbus upped their intensity level and made several good runs at goal but the defensive unit of John Nicholson, Marshall Schrock, Kyle Miller and Chris Perez along with Brian Miller and Vince Rhodes in the midfield did a great job of turning them back.
Columbus came out strong in the second half and it took some time before IMS matched their level of play. Michael Darby made one key save while another Columbus shot banged off the crossbar. IMS began to respond and to turn the tide and began to take control of the game. After cutting off one ball, goalie Michael Darby punted the ball up field where Shetler headed it forward into the path of Peyton Thompson who beat one defender and the charging goalie to put IMS up 3-0. With just seconds left on the clock Shetler sent a crossing ball across the box where it bounced to Ben Libby who took one touch before putting the ball in the back of the net for the 4-0 final score. IMS moves to 6-0 overall and 5-0 in the conference.
JV
IMS 0, Columbus Community 0
The JV played two 20 minute halves since many of the Columbus varsity players also needed to play with the JV. The IMS JV put forth a good effort creating several good scoring chances but could not stick any into the net. At the same time the defense stood strong and though Columbus created some scoring opportunities goalie Ben Brenneman made several key saves to keep Columbus scoreless on the evening.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Burlington Notre Dame
IMS 2, Burlington Notre Dame 0
Two teams without a loss this season met on the soccer pitch at IMS Tuesday evening when IMS hosted Burlington Notre Dame. From the opening whistle forwards Truman Shetler and Jacob Yoder and the midfield of Vince Rhodes, Brian Miller, Stephan Peters and Seth Miller established control of the ball and maintained consistent pressure on the Notre Dame goal. Ten minutes into the half, Shetler passed the ball across the eighteen where Yoder placed the ball neatly by the goalie.
IMS continued to create good scoring opportunities as Notre Dame kept the majority of its players back and played for the counter attack. The strategy nearly worked as Notre Dame had several long runs only to see them chased down by the back line of John Nicholson, Marshall Schrock, Chris Perez and Kyle Miller. The few balls which got through were snagged by goalie Michael Darby.
Play continued much the same way through the second half as IMS established possession but could not get the ball by the Notre Dame goalie. With the clock running down, Vince Rhodes took the ball down the right side towards the touch line, before cutting back and crossing the ball across the goal. Several players took a crack at the ball before Brian Miller pounded the ball into the back of the net for the 2-0 win. IMS moves to 5-0 overall and 4-0 in the conference.
JV IMS 5, BND 0
Because of limited numbers for BND the JV played one 30 minute half. Two minutes into the game Justin Boller beat the goalie to the ball and slid the ball into the goal. Boller assisted on the next two goals, the first scored by Tommy Rhodes, the second by Matt Libby. Ben Brenneman, playing on the field instead of his usual spot in goal, scored on an assist from Dillon Bender. Boller and Libby combined for the last goal of the 30 minute period as Boller sent a ball behind the defender as Libby ran on to it and struck by the goalie for the 5-0 win.
Two teams without a loss this season met on the soccer pitch at IMS Tuesday evening when IMS hosted Burlington Notre Dame. From the opening whistle forwards Truman Shetler and Jacob Yoder and the midfield of Vince Rhodes, Brian Miller, Stephan Peters and Seth Miller established control of the ball and maintained consistent pressure on the Notre Dame goal. Ten minutes into the half, Shetler passed the ball across the eighteen where Yoder placed the ball neatly by the goalie.
IMS continued to create good scoring opportunities as Notre Dame kept the majority of its players back and played for the counter attack. The strategy nearly worked as Notre Dame had several long runs only to see them chased down by the back line of John Nicholson, Marshall Schrock, Chris Perez and Kyle Miller. The few balls which got through were snagged by goalie Michael Darby.
Play continued much the same way through the second half as IMS established possession but could not get the ball by the Notre Dame goalie. With the clock running down, Vince Rhodes took the ball down the right side towards the touch line, before cutting back and crossing the ball across the goal. Several players took a crack at the ball before Brian Miller pounded the ball into the back of the net for the 2-0 win. IMS moves to 5-0 overall and 4-0 in the conference.
JV IMS 5, BND 0
Because of limited numbers for BND the JV played one 30 minute half. Two minutes into the game Justin Boller beat the goalie to the ball and slid the ball into the goal. Boller assisted on the next two goals, the first scored by Tommy Rhodes, the second by Matt Libby. Ben Brenneman, playing on the field instead of his usual spot in goal, scored on an assist from Dillon Bender. Boller and Libby combined for the last goal of the 30 minute period as Boller sent a ball behind the defender as Libby ran on to it and struck by the goalie for the 5-0 win.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
IMS soccer -Mid-Prairie game
April 15, 2010
Iowa Mennonite Soccer IMS 6, Mid-Prairie 0
IMS hosted Mid-Prairie in a local derby (meeting between local rivals) Thursday and came out on top with a 6-0 win. With the wind at their backs Mid-Prairie put immediate pressure on IMS. Just a few minutes into the game George Sanches ripped a wicked shot from about 20 yards out only to see it bang off the crossbar. IMS players picked up their pace and succeeded in maintaining possession of the ball and limiting Mid-Prairie to just one more shot in the half.
With twenty four minutes showing on the clock Vince Rhodes sent a ball into the box where Jacob Yoder ran onto the ball and pushed it by the goalie. Mid-Prairie tightened their defense and limited further chances for most of the half but with just seconds remaining on the clock, Vince Rhodes dribbled into the box and sent a shot into the net for the 2-0 halftime lead.
In the second half, IMS continued to create good pressure. Awarded a corner kick Brian Miller sent the ball into the box where Truman Shetler out jumped the defender to head the ball into the corner of the goal. On the next goal, Yoder beat a defender then pushed the ball across the goal to Shetler who pounded it into the goal. A minute later Yoder sent a ball into Shetler who tapped the ball to Rhodes who did a beautiful job of finishing. The final goal came with three minutes left when Seth Miller passed the ball into the path of Matt Libby who struck the ball into the corner of the goal.
The back line of Chris Perez, Tommy Rhodes, Peyton Thompson and anchored by John Nicholson did a good job of turning away Mid-Prairies offensive thrusts and of helping in maintaining possession of the ball. With the win IMS moves to 4-0.
I didn't send this next part to the papers, but it is sort of a hard game to coach. Mid-Prairies coach, Neil Yoder played for me at IMS, was my assistant at IMS for a few years, and he helped me at Mid-Prairie when I was helping to try to start the program over there. Neil took over the boys team while I concentrated on the girls team. What makes it hard, is that he is a good guy and I want him to do well, just not the night we play them. Plus I know he will always have his guys pumped up because Mid-Prairie would really like to beat us. My guys get up for the game, but not nearly as much to match the intensity level.
Iowa Mennonite Soccer IMS 6, Mid-Prairie 0
IMS hosted Mid-Prairie in a local derby (meeting between local rivals) Thursday and came out on top with a 6-0 win. With the wind at their backs Mid-Prairie put immediate pressure on IMS. Just a few minutes into the game George Sanches ripped a wicked shot from about 20 yards out only to see it bang off the crossbar. IMS players picked up their pace and succeeded in maintaining possession of the ball and limiting Mid-Prairie to just one more shot in the half.
With twenty four minutes showing on the clock Vince Rhodes sent a ball into the box where Jacob Yoder ran onto the ball and pushed it by the goalie. Mid-Prairie tightened their defense and limited further chances for most of the half but with just seconds remaining on the clock, Vince Rhodes dribbled into the box and sent a shot into the net for the 2-0 halftime lead.
In the second half, IMS continued to create good pressure. Awarded a corner kick Brian Miller sent the ball into the box where Truman Shetler out jumped the defender to head the ball into the corner of the goal. On the next goal, Yoder beat a defender then pushed the ball across the goal to Shetler who pounded it into the goal. A minute later Yoder sent a ball into Shetler who tapped the ball to Rhodes who did a beautiful job of finishing. The final goal came with three minutes left when Seth Miller passed the ball into the path of Matt Libby who struck the ball into the corner of the goal.
The back line of Chris Perez, Tommy Rhodes, Peyton Thompson and anchored by John Nicholson did a good job of turning away Mid-Prairies offensive thrusts and of helping in maintaining possession of the ball. With the win IMS moves to 4-0.
I didn't send this next part to the papers, but it is sort of a hard game to coach. Mid-Prairies coach, Neil Yoder played for me at IMS, was my assistant at IMS for a few years, and he helped me at Mid-Prairie when I was helping to try to start the program over there. Neil took over the boys team while I concentrated on the girls team. What makes it hard, is that he is a good guy and I want him to do well, just not the night we play them. Plus I know he will always have his guys pumped up because Mid-Prairie would really like to beat us. My guys get up for the game, but not nearly as much to match the intensity level.
With soccer season starting it has been hard to find the time to write the way I want. Since the local papers no longer send reporters I have found it easier to write my own descriptions of the games and send them in for publication. So I figured I might as well include them on this, especially since the Kalona News doesn't usually credit me with writing the game summary.
I know I should probably be writing about what is happening in the West Bank, or maybe even some of the things happening in class but that will have to wait, at least a bit. In the meantime here it is.
Iowa Mennonite Soccer IMS 3, Holy Trinity 2
When the #7 and #8 ranked teams in 1A meet on the pitch one could reasonably expect to see a good match. That was certainly the case as IMS hosted Holy Trinity on a beautiful spring evening and came out on top with a hard fought 3-2 win.
Holy Trinity scored first as their quick forwards burst through the back line on a through ball and scored three minutes into the game. IMS evened the scored four minutes later when Vince Rhodes took the ball near midfield and began dribbling towards the goal. Weaving his way through several defenders, Vince Rhodes found his passing lanes cut off so he continued towards the goal, where he beat two more defenders before stroking the ball into the goal.
Both teams settled down defensively and for much of the rest of the half, play took place in the middle third of the field. With five minutes left in the half, Jacob Yoder took a ball deep into the corner of the box. Cutting back towards the goal he drilled a shot from an impossible angle but curled it around the post and into the goal. Holy Trinity equalized the score with just seconds left on the clock as a ball bounced badly off an IMS defender, allowing the Holy Trinity forward to run unimpeded towards the goal.
The second half saw IMS take the field with a bit more energy which showed as the players kept the pressure on the Holy Trinity defense much of the half. Forwards Truman Shetler, Jacob Yoder along with Chance Miller got off several shots but found it difficult to score as the goalie made good saves, or as shots hit the post or crossbar. Midfielder Stephan Peters nearly found the back of the net as he one touched a crossing ball but it hit the post and deflected to the goalie.
With five minutes on the clock Jacob Yoder sent a ball to Vince Rhodes on the left side. Determined to score, Rhodes took the ball, cut back and struck the ball into the net for the winning goal. This game provided a good test for our defense and with two exceptions the guys did a great job of slowing down the Holy Trinity speed. John Nicholson, Marshall Shrock, Kyle Miller and Chris Perez did a good job on the back line while Brian Miller and Rhodes anchored the midfield. Though he didn’t score Truman Shetler provided a lot of energy up front through out the match. With the win IMS moves to 3-0.
In JV action IMS lost to Holy Trinity 1-2 in a tough match. IMS scored first when Justin Boller ran down a long pass, beat his defenders and scored with 16 minutes left in the half. A second goal which IMS thought it had scored when the ball crossed the line was not called so the half ended with an IMS 1-0 lead. In the second half, Holy Trinity took advantage of some defensive miscues to notch two goals. IMS JV players found some bad fortune as several shots hit posts or the crossbar. Both teams played well as the IMS boys learned they need to play with intensity the entire match.
I know I should probably be writing about what is happening in the West Bank, or maybe even some of the things happening in class but that will have to wait, at least a bit. In the meantime here it is.
Iowa Mennonite Soccer IMS 3, Holy Trinity 2
When the #7 and #8 ranked teams in 1A meet on the pitch one could reasonably expect to see a good match. That was certainly the case as IMS hosted Holy Trinity on a beautiful spring evening and came out on top with a hard fought 3-2 win.
Holy Trinity scored first as their quick forwards burst through the back line on a through ball and scored three minutes into the game. IMS evened the scored four minutes later when Vince Rhodes took the ball near midfield and began dribbling towards the goal. Weaving his way through several defenders, Vince Rhodes found his passing lanes cut off so he continued towards the goal, where he beat two more defenders before stroking the ball into the goal.
Both teams settled down defensively and for much of the rest of the half, play took place in the middle third of the field. With five minutes left in the half, Jacob Yoder took a ball deep into the corner of the box. Cutting back towards the goal he drilled a shot from an impossible angle but curled it around the post and into the goal. Holy Trinity equalized the score with just seconds left on the clock as a ball bounced badly off an IMS defender, allowing the Holy Trinity forward to run unimpeded towards the goal.
The second half saw IMS take the field with a bit more energy which showed as the players kept the pressure on the Holy Trinity defense much of the half. Forwards Truman Shetler, Jacob Yoder along with Chance Miller got off several shots but found it difficult to score as the goalie made good saves, or as shots hit the post or crossbar. Midfielder Stephan Peters nearly found the back of the net as he one touched a crossing ball but it hit the post and deflected to the goalie.
With five minutes on the clock Jacob Yoder sent a ball to Vince Rhodes on the left side. Determined to score, Rhodes took the ball, cut back and struck the ball into the net for the winning goal. This game provided a good test for our defense and with two exceptions the guys did a great job of slowing down the Holy Trinity speed. John Nicholson, Marshall Shrock, Kyle Miller and Chris Perez did a good job on the back line while Brian Miller and Rhodes anchored the midfield. Though he didn’t score Truman Shetler provided a lot of energy up front through out the match. With the win IMS moves to 3-0.
In JV action IMS lost to Holy Trinity 1-2 in a tough match. IMS scored first when Justin Boller ran down a long pass, beat his defenders and scored with 16 minutes left in the half. A second goal which IMS thought it had scored when the ball crossed the line was not called so the half ended with an IMS 1-0 lead. In the second half, Holy Trinity took advantage of some defensive miscues to notch two goals. IMS JV players found some bad fortune as several shots hit posts or the crossbar. Both teams played well as the IMS boys learned they need to play with intensity the entire match.
Saturday, March 06, 2010
Forty Degree's
According to the local news today the temperature hit the forty degree mark which last happened 94 days ago (http://www.kcrg.com/news/local/86730402.html) Winter in Iowa this year has been miserable. Even people who enjoy the snow and cold have been complaining. Forty degrees felt balmy and a lot of folks were spending time outside. With piles of snow of snow still filling the back yards it was difficult to do much other than to watch the ground turn to mud which is what we usually deal with in February, March and April.
We need a few more days of of temps in the 40's because Monday the 15th, boys soccer practice starts. There is still at least six inches of snow covering the field and frankly, practicing in the snow isn't all that practical. So hopefully this coming week we have temps in the 50's, lots of sunshine, and if I can get picky, a light breeze from the west or south.
When kids complain about Iowa weather I often tell them it teaches them to deal with adversity but frankly, we have all had enough snow and cold for the year.
We need a few more days of of temps in the 40's because Monday the 15th, boys soccer practice starts. There is still at least six inches of snow covering the field and frankly, practicing in the snow isn't all that practical. So hopefully this coming week we have temps in the 50's, lots of sunshine, and if I can get picky, a light breeze from the west or south.
When kids complain about Iowa weather I often tell them it teaches them to deal with adversity but frankly, we have all had enough snow and cold for the year.
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
airports, budget cuts and what is wrong with this country
Last weekend I traveled to Pittsburgh for a meeting of Mennonite schools. It was interesting but the topic which dominated the weekend was the weather, specifically the 20 plus inches of snow which landed in the area. While some of the schools left early to avoid getting stuck we didn't really have that choice as the flights out of Pittsburgh were full and our flight Saturday afternoon was canceled. We were rescheduled to leave the next morning at 6:30 so our group left the hotel at 4:30 am to catch a flight most of us thought would be canceled.
Our principal had been able to pre-print boarding passes for everyone but me. The note said I needed to see a ticketing representative. The ticket agent said they needed to see my ID and after shining her light on it, she printed my boarding pass. When I asked about the chances of the flight leaving, she said, "honey, its not leaving, you'll be lucky to get out of here by Monday." She and her colleagues than began to discuss the stupidity of their bosses which were requiring them to issue tickets for planes which were not going to be flying.
After getting the ticket I went through security where I removed my shoes, emptied my pockets, placed my belongings on the scanner and walked through the metal detector. This took only a few minutes as there were plenty of security people on hand. A few seemed to be standing around without much to do.
From there we proceeded to our gate where we soon were told the flight was indeed canceled and that we could rebook a later flight. The only problem with this idea was that all the later flights were full, meaning we might get out by Monday at the earliest.
While the principal was deciding on our next course of action, I talked to a couple of airport personnel and a women from United Airlines. The plane we were to fly on was at the terminal, the pilot and flight crew were also able to get to the airport. What was keeping our plane from taking off was the snow, or more precisely, the lack of a ground crew to remove the snow. It wasn't difficult to see a couple of large snow plows sitting parked, from our terminal. I volunteered to run one (I figured I've run a skid loader so I could figure out a snow plow) but they didn't take me up on my offer.
The women working at the United stand in our terminal explained that the Airport Commission had been cutting budgets and one of the hardest hit areas was the department which handled snow removal. So there we sat because the airport couldn't hire people to remove snow. It was nice to know we were safe from terrorists, bombings, and other assorted attacks while we meandered around the airport. I did walk back towards the security area to see if they were still processing people. By this time most potential passengers were realizing they were not going to be able to fly so they were staying home. This meant the Homeland Security people were having a rather easy day as they sat around, visited and screened the occasional arriving passenger. It would have been nice to have a few of them work on cleaning the runway's but that wasn't going to happen.
Today we have another snow day so I did a search and ran across this news article which suggests another reason for the budget problems of the Pittsburgh airport. (http://www.citizensforethics.org/node/39115). Yesterday, Rep. John Murtha a Democrat from Pennsylvania died after serving in the House of Representatives since 1974. The article describes how Murtha designated or diverted funds to build an airport in Johnstown, PA. Able to handle the largest airplanes flying, the airport in Johnstown is described as being a little used facility, serving primarily as a backup, in the event the Pittsburgh airport was damaged in a military attack. Without going back and checking I think the last time Pittsburgh was attacked was during the French and Indian War.
So, we sat in the airport knowing, we were "safe" from terrorists as there was money to the pay all the Homeland security agents, but there was no money to pay people to shovel snow. Eventually we rented vans and drove to Cleveland where we were able to catch a flight to Chicago and then home.
Are we so fearful that we will gladly spend billions of dollars for "security" and at the same time make our lives less safe because we can't pay for what seem to be rather basic necessities, such as snow removal, education, and non-defense related infrastructure. It seems this is the choice the country is making. And it is one that will come back to bite the country in the butt, sooner or later.
Our principal had been able to pre-print boarding passes for everyone but me. The note said I needed to see a ticketing representative. The ticket agent said they needed to see my ID and after shining her light on it, she printed my boarding pass. When I asked about the chances of the flight leaving, she said, "honey, its not leaving, you'll be lucky to get out of here by Monday." She and her colleagues than began to discuss the stupidity of their bosses which were requiring them to issue tickets for planes which were not going to be flying.
After getting the ticket I went through security where I removed my shoes, emptied my pockets, placed my belongings on the scanner and walked through the metal detector. This took only a few minutes as there were plenty of security people on hand. A few seemed to be standing around without much to do.
From there we proceeded to our gate where we soon were told the flight was indeed canceled and that we could rebook a later flight. The only problem with this idea was that all the later flights were full, meaning we might get out by Monday at the earliest.
While the principal was deciding on our next course of action, I talked to a couple of airport personnel and a women from United Airlines. The plane we were to fly on was at the terminal, the pilot and flight crew were also able to get to the airport. What was keeping our plane from taking off was the snow, or more precisely, the lack of a ground crew to remove the snow. It wasn't difficult to see a couple of large snow plows sitting parked, from our terminal. I volunteered to run one (I figured I've run a skid loader so I could figure out a snow plow) but they didn't take me up on my offer.
The women working at the United stand in our terminal explained that the Airport Commission had been cutting budgets and one of the hardest hit areas was the department which handled snow removal. So there we sat because the airport couldn't hire people to remove snow. It was nice to know we were safe from terrorists, bombings, and other assorted attacks while we meandered around the airport. I did walk back towards the security area to see if they were still processing people. By this time most potential passengers were realizing they were not going to be able to fly so they were staying home. This meant the Homeland Security people were having a rather easy day as they sat around, visited and screened the occasional arriving passenger. It would have been nice to have a few of them work on cleaning the runway's but that wasn't going to happen.
Today we have another snow day so I did a search and ran across this news article which suggests another reason for the budget problems of the Pittsburgh airport. (http://www.citizensforethics.org/node/39115). Yesterday, Rep. John Murtha a Democrat from Pennsylvania died after serving in the House of Representatives since 1974. The article describes how Murtha designated or diverted funds to build an airport in Johnstown, PA. Able to handle the largest airplanes flying, the airport in Johnstown is described as being a little used facility, serving primarily as a backup, in the event the Pittsburgh airport was damaged in a military attack. Without going back and checking I think the last time Pittsburgh was attacked was during the French and Indian War.
So, we sat in the airport knowing, we were "safe" from terrorists as there was money to the pay all the Homeland security agents, but there was no money to pay people to shovel snow. Eventually we rented vans and drove to Cleveland where we were able to catch a flight to Chicago and then home.
Are we so fearful that we will gladly spend billions of dollars for "security" and at the same time make our lives less safe because we can't pay for what seem to be rather basic necessities, such as snow removal, education, and non-defense related infrastructure. It seems this is the choice the country is making. And it is one that will come back to bite the country in the butt, sooner or later.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Sen. Grassley town hall
Senator Charles "just call me Chuck" Grassley made a stop in Kalona last Wednesday evening. When I arrived at quarter till five Grassley was already taking pictures and talking with a few people. At five, he introduced himself to the room full of approximately 100 people. Quite a few of us had to stand along the walls as the seats were all full.
Grassley has been a Senator for 35 some years so he is good at relating to people and excellent at responding to questions without really answering the question asked. Since there were so many people present he said there would be no follow up questions which was also to his advantage.
The first question was about the bio-diesel tax credit, but the second related to health care which then dominated most of the evening. In between Grassley's explanation of why he didn't vote for the current Senate bill, "even though it has some good things," we were treated to the occasional outlandish statement by random audience members. "Democrats are treating the constitution like a damn beer can," stated a guy who looked like he has tossed his share of Busch lite cans out of a car. This guy added, "if I have a chance I'll chase them out, and I won't be using no damn pitchfork neither." His statement seemed to embolden the large women who kept blurting out at random times, "why can't real Americans vote on this health care bill?" or "Can't we just change the Constitution to stop these Democrats from ruining our country?" To his credit, Grassley didn't do anything to add to their anger or passion and at times he seemed to go out of his way to mention bipartisanship or a Democrat who had worked with him on some legislation.
According to the Washington Evening Journal, a paper I have a hard time believing anyone subscribes to, "the audience was almost all Republican based on the questions." Either the reporter didn't know many people or she wasn't paying attention to some of the questions which were asked. For example an older man asked if the Senator believed the government could reduce the deficit without passing some type of health care reform. Grassley admitted it would be difficult but then added he didn't want to do anything which raised taxes and with that he evaded the question. A younger man made a comment about abusive insurance practices. Grassley rattled off some of the ways the current bill addresses these issues, which brought the next question, "if it as all these good things, why didn't you vote for it?" Another person asked if he would still vote for term limits. We were treated to an answer explaining why after 35 years in office he is running for re-election, and oh-yes, he has changed his mind on term-limits.
Towards the end we were exhorted by a Navy veteran to "be in prayer for our Constitution because prayer is the only way it will be saved." ( I suppose this could be an argument to cut the military budget) Grassley responded by referring to I Timothy 2:1-2 telling us that he felt strengthened by all the people praying for him.
It was an interesting evening. For the most part the people in the room were polite to each other and to the Senator. On my way in I did have one man I know ask, "What are you doing here? He then added, "you're just a dirty Democrat, you better not cause any trouble." I told him his attitude is what is wrong with our country. At first he seemed to think I was kidding, but I decided to pile on, and added that his attitude is also what is wrong with the Republican party.
Grassley has been a Senator for 35 some years so he is good at relating to people and excellent at responding to questions without really answering the question asked. Since there were so many people present he said there would be no follow up questions which was also to his advantage.
The first question was about the bio-diesel tax credit, but the second related to health care which then dominated most of the evening. In between Grassley's explanation of why he didn't vote for the current Senate bill, "even though it has some good things," we were treated to the occasional outlandish statement by random audience members. "Democrats are treating the constitution like a damn beer can," stated a guy who looked like he has tossed his share of Busch lite cans out of a car. This guy added, "if I have a chance I'll chase them out, and I won't be using no damn pitchfork neither." His statement seemed to embolden the large women who kept blurting out at random times, "why can't real Americans vote on this health care bill?" or "Can't we just change the Constitution to stop these Democrats from ruining our country?" To his credit, Grassley didn't do anything to add to their anger or passion and at times he seemed to go out of his way to mention bipartisanship or a Democrat who had worked with him on some legislation.
According to the Washington Evening Journal, a paper I have a hard time believing anyone subscribes to, "the audience was almost all Republican based on the questions." Either the reporter didn't know many people or she wasn't paying attention to some of the questions which were asked. For example an older man asked if the Senator believed the government could reduce the deficit without passing some type of health care reform. Grassley admitted it would be difficult but then added he didn't want to do anything which raised taxes and with that he evaded the question. A younger man made a comment about abusive insurance practices. Grassley rattled off some of the ways the current bill addresses these issues, which brought the next question, "if it as all these good things, why didn't you vote for it?" Another person asked if he would still vote for term limits. We were treated to an answer explaining why after 35 years in office he is running for re-election, and oh-yes, he has changed his mind on term-limits.
Towards the end we were exhorted by a Navy veteran to "be in prayer for our Constitution because prayer is the only way it will be saved." ( I suppose this could be an argument to cut the military budget) Grassley responded by referring to I Timothy 2:1-2 telling us that he felt strengthened by all the people praying for him.
It was an interesting evening. For the most part the people in the room were polite to each other and to the Senator. On my way in I did have one man I know ask, "What are you doing here? He then added, "you're just a dirty Democrat, you better not cause any trouble." I told him his attitude is what is wrong with our country. At first he seemed to think I was kidding, but I decided to pile on, and added that his attitude is also what is wrong with the Republican party.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
books
Finished reading two books over the last two weeks. The first was Confessions of an Economic Hit Man by John Perkins. The second was The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind by William Kamkwamba and Bryan Mealer. At first glance they don't have much to do with each other.
In his "confessions" Perkins describes how he was recruited to work for an international consulting firm. His task was to make unrealistic projections of economic growth if a developing nation borrowed money to build an electrical system. On the basis of his bogus forecasts, nations borrowed large sums of money from the World Bank, the IMF, or other funding sources. When the country agreed to borrow money for whatever development project he was selling, they were on the hook. Because the projections were overly optimistic the country usually ended up in massive debt even if the government spent wisely and there was no corruption. According to Perkins the country was now in a situation where the US or other western governments could dictate what policies the country should follow.
The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind tells the story of William Kambwamba who grows up in a rural village in Malawi. His family ekes out a living on its small farm with enough money for food, clothing, and to send the three children to school. Then after floods followed by drought they lose their crop. When the people appealed to the government for food relief they discovered the government had sold all the food reserves. To quote the book, "... the international community -namely the International Monetary Fund and the World Bank- had pressured the government to pay off some of its debt by selling off a portion of our grain reserve.... But some individuals in government sold all of it instead, without keeping any for emergencies." (p 82)
Kambwamba's family barely survives the famine though he is forced to drop out of school since his family can't pay the fees. Since there are no crops to tend and no school, he begins visiting a small library in his town where he borrows books on physics, electricity and science. The family has no electricity (Perkins apparently hadn't victimized Malawi) and after Kambwamba sees a picture of a windmill he decides to build one. He wants to be able to read at night and he thinks that if he can get electricity his family could pump water so they would not suffer from future droughts.
I didn't understand all the science but the authors made building a windmill out of scrap material sound rather exciting. At the end of the book, the windmill works, and through a variety of circumstances it is "discovered" by the international community. With the help of his new friends and supporters Kambwamba is able to attend a science school and travel to the U.S. His family benefits from its personal electrical source and a regular supply of water. After nearly starving to death, his new found fame, and the improvements to his family's living conditions seem well deserved.
In contrast the "confessions" Perkins makes seem rather hollow and simplistic. For all his supposed guilt about what he was doing, he kept at his work, reaping the economic benefits of the fraud he was perpetuating. The only suffering he seemed to experience was his existential wrestling that never led to anything but indecision and maybe a bit more guilt. In the meantime he collects big paychecks, sails his boat and describes meeting beautiful women.
Garrison Keillor talks about the cold weather Protestants who want their God to show a little vengeance. Maybe that is what I was feeling as I read the book. Though the book was written at least in part to make amends for his past actions, something just didn't sit right-he seems just a bit to "slick." It seems he ought to suffer at least a bit more for the part he played in perpetuating dependency and poverty on people around the world. So while I don't doubt the validity of what he describes, I do have a hard time understanding his motivations and the choices he makes. Kambwamba on other hand wants to have enough food to eat, an education, and an improved life for his family, something anyone can understand.
In his "confessions" Perkins describes how he was recruited to work for an international consulting firm. His task was to make unrealistic projections of economic growth if a developing nation borrowed money to build an electrical system. On the basis of his bogus forecasts, nations borrowed large sums of money from the World Bank, the IMF, or other funding sources. When the country agreed to borrow money for whatever development project he was selling, they were on the hook. Because the projections were overly optimistic the country usually ended up in massive debt even if the government spent wisely and there was no corruption. According to Perkins the country was now in a situation where the US or other western governments could dictate what policies the country should follow.
The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind tells the story of William Kambwamba who grows up in a rural village in Malawi. His family ekes out a living on its small farm with enough money for food, clothing, and to send the three children to school. Then after floods followed by drought they lose their crop. When the people appealed to the government for food relief they discovered the government had sold all the food reserves. To quote the book, "... the international community -namely the International Monetary Fund and the World Bank- had pressured the government to pay off some of its debt by selling off a portion of our grain reserve.... But some individuals in government sold all of it instead, without keeping any for emergencies." (p 82)
Kambwamba's family barely survives the famine though he is forced to drop out of school since his family can't pay the fees. Since there are no crops to tend and no school, he begins visiting a small library in his town where he borrows books on physics, electricity and science. The family has no electricity (Perkins apparently hadn't victimized Malawi) and after Kambwamba sees a picture of a windmill he decides to build one. He wants to be able to read at night and he thinks that if he can get electricity his family could pump water so they would not suffer from future droughts.
I didn't understand all the science but the authors made building a windmill out of scrap material sound rather exciting. At the end of the book, the windmill works, and through a variety of circumstances it is "discovered" by the international community. With the help of his new friends and supporters Kambwamba is able to attend a science school and travel to the U.S. His family benefits from its personal electrical source and a regular supply of water. After nearly starving to death, his new found fame, and the improvements to his family's living conditions seem well deserved.
In contrast the "confessions" Perkins makes seem rather hollow and simplistic. For all his supposed guilt about what he was doing, he kept at his work, reaping the economic benefits of the fraud he was perpetuating. The only suffering he seemed to experience was his existential wrestling that never led to anything but indecision and maybe a bit more guilt. In the meantime he collects big paychecks, sails his boat and describes meeting beautiful women.
Garrison Keillor talks about the cold weather Protestants who want their God to show a little vengeance. Maybe that is what I was feeling as I read the book. Though the book was written at least in part to make amends for his past actions, something just didn't sit right-he seems just a bit to "slick." It seems he ought to suffer at least a bit more for the part he played in perpetuating dependency and poverty on people around the world. So while I don't doubt the validity of what he describes, I do have a hard time understanding his motivations and the choices he makes. Kambwamba on other hand wants to have enough food to eat, an education, and an improved life for his family, something anyone can understand.
Saturday, January 09, 2010
Cold
This morning our thermometer said the temperature was -18 F. The official temperature was probably not quite that low but in reality there isn't much difference between -18 and -14. So far in 2010 the temp has been below 0 every morning. When the kids complain at school about how cold it is I tell them it teaches them how to deal with adversity. I'm sure people who live in places where the weather is relatively mild learn to deal with adversity somehow. Dealing with weather extremes seems a fairly simple way to learn there are forces beyond your control. You soon learn that no matter how much you complain or whine the weather is not suddenly going to warm up for you. This is the kind of day where I dig out the long underwear and wear a stocking cap inside to keep my balding head head warm.
I did have to spend some time outside splitting wood and bringing enough in to last for the next week. It was cold enough that I soon had ice forming on my mustache. With insulated gloves on, it took about 25 minutes for my fingers to start getting cold. At first it wasn't too bad but after a few more minutes my fingertips became numb and it was time to go inside to let them warm up.
When we first moved to Iowa the only work I could find was as a carpenter. The first winter we built a large furniture store in Kalona. I tell some people I helped build two of the ugliest buildings in Kalona, (the Pull'r Inn motel - and Kinneer's furniture). The goal was to have the building framed and closed in before it got too cold but that didn't happen. Shingling a roof in January and February in Iowa is no fun. It was too cold to use nail guns because the hoses would freeze. This meant we did it by hand. Handling nails with thick gloves doesn't work well but then neither does not using gloves when the temperature is cold. For a couple of days it was cold enough that the plan was to spend 30 minutes on the roof before climbing down and finding some place warm.
To add to the misery I was reading the Little House on the Prairie series to my daughter who was quite insistent we read them in order. After freezing at work, I read The Long Winter to her before bedtime. The story takes place in South Dakota and the title pretty much sums up the book. It was a long cold winter, and I suffered through it with Laura and the rest of the Ingall's family. It certainly didn't help me feel any warmer, but it did inspire me to figure out a way to find a job which did not require working outside in January in Iowa.
I did have to spend some time outside splitting wood and bringing enough in to last for the next week. It was cold enough that I soon had ice forming on my mustache. With insulated gloves on, it took about 25 minutes for my fingers to start getting cold. At first it wasn't too bad but after a few more minutes my fingertips became numb and it was time to go inside to let them warm up.
When we first moved to Iowa the only work I could find was as a carpenter. The first winter we built a large furniture store in Kalona. I tell some people I helped build two of the ugliest buildings in Kalona, (the Pull'r Inn motel - and Kinneer's furniture). The goal was to have the building framed and closed in before it got too cold but that didn't happen. Shingling a roof in January and February in Iowa is no fun. It was too cold to use nail guns because the hoses would freeze. This meant we did it by hand. Handling nails with thick gloves doesn't work well but then neither does not using gloves when the temperature is cold. For a couple of days it was cold enough that the plan was to spend 30 minutes on the roof before climbing down and finding some place warm.
To add to the misery I was reading the Little House on the Prairie series to my daughter who was quite insistent we read them in order. After freezing at work, I read The Long Winter to her before bedtime. The story takes place in South Dakota and the title pretty much sums up the book. It was a long cold winter, and I suffered through it with Laura and the rest of the Ingall's family. It certainly didn't help me feel any warmer, but it did inspire me to figure out a way to find a job which did not require working outside in January in Iowa.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
the swimming story
This is something I shared in chapel a few years ago.
"When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you."
The young boy sat anxiously on the bus as it drove south on Highway One towards Washington. It was hot, all the windows were open and the rushing wind took the words away as the kids talked about how this was the year they would jump off the diving board.
The bus was taking kids from Kalona to their annual summer swimming lessons. The boy promised himself this was the year he would finally learn to swim. When they got to the pool they were lined up and placed in groups. Young kids went to the Beginners class, slightly older ones to Advanced Beginners, Intermediates and so forth. The boy went to his group- intermediates where the expectation was that he could float on his stomach and back, do a few strokes and tread water to keep himself from drowning.
The boy failed miserably. He wished he had heeded his wise grandmothers advice, "Don't go in the water until you know how to swim," but he hadn't and here he was. Unable to float, nervous and embarrassed he was demoted to the Beginners class, certainly the oldest in the group and by all appearances the most frightened.
The next week another lesson came and with it a stomach ache and complaints of not feeling well. His parents said, "we've paid for these lessons, you're going," and they put him on the bus. He sat quietly inspecting the hairs on his arm or counting the passing fence posts. Anything to take his mind off the upcoming torture of the swimming lesson. "Just relax," everybody said, but in the pool it wasn't possible. He couldn't relax and have fun and not worry. He couldn't let go.
"Save me O God, for the waters have come up to my neck. I sink in deep mire, where there is no foothold; I have come into deep waters..."
One night his parents talked, trying to console and encourage the boy. Maybe its because of what happened when you were three. The boy didn't remember so they told the story.
As he lay drifting to sleep he tried to remember being in a small pool in a mountainside home with water heated by a natural spring. Playing and splashing on the side he slipped into the water until he lay unnoticed on the bottom of the pool where all was warm and peaceful. Then he imagined strong arms grabbing him from the water that had taken his breath and made him frantic for air and life.
Was this why the boy could not do the dead mans float? Summers came and every year it was the same tortuous ordeal. A swimming school failure unable to overcome his fear, to relax, and to float. While others talked of jumping off the high dive he secretly hoped only to float or to move to a place where no one swam. A place like Ethiopia where if you swam you got schistomasaisis and went blind, or the Amazon where piranhas would eat you if you dared go in the river.
Then one summer the boy and his family moved to a town where the school had its own swimming pool and the father said, "the pools open in the afternoons, to keep you out of your mothers hair you are going," and so he went with his brothers to face the fears once more.
"At an acceptable time, O God, in the abundance of your steadfast love, answer me. With you faithful help rescue me from sinking...draw me, redeem me, set me free."
And then it happened. Playing in the pool (of course at the shallow end) he slipped and before he hit bottom he felt himself float. It was as if God himself had reached down into that swimming pool and held him up and to that boy it was a miracle. A smile erupted on his face as he shouted, "I floated," and even though everyone looked and said, "big deal" he was ecstatic. He floated. He floated from one side of the pool to the other and soon he was actually swimming. The boy begged to take lessons where he quickly advanced. He joined the swim team and learned the backstroke, the freestyle, the butterfly, but with his short legs he never quite mastered the breaststroke. Oh those were glorious days, to slide through the water pretending to be an otter or a dolphin.
One day he traveled with his team to Washington, to that very pool where after four years of lessons he had never learned to swim, and he competed in races and won ribbons. But best of all, during some free time he climbed the diving board, and savoring each moment, he strolled to the end of the board, and smiling he jumped.
"But God who is rich in mercy, out of the great love with which he loved us, made us alive together with Christ, by grace you have been saved and raised up with him....For by grace you have been saved through faith, and this is not your own doing, it is the gift of God..."
"When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you."
The young boy sat anxiously on the bus as it drove south on Highway One towards Washington. It was hot, all the windows were open and the rushing wind took the words away as the kids talked about how this was the year they would jump off the diving board.
The bus was taking kids from Kalona to their annual summer swimming lessons. The boy promised himself this was the year he would finally learn to swim. When they got to the pool they were lined up and placed in groups. Young kids went to the Beginners class, slightly older ones to Advanced Beginners, Intermediates and so forth. The boy went to his group- intermediates where the expectation was that he could float on his stomach and back, do a few strokes and tread water to keep himself from drowning.
The boy failed miserably. He wished he had heeded his wise grandmothers advice, "Don't go in the water until you know how to swim," but he hadn't and here he was. Unable to float, nervous and embarrassed he was demoted to the Beginners class, certainly the oldest in the group and by all appearances the most frightened.
The next week another lesson came and with it a stomach ache and complaints of not feeling well. His parents said, "we've paid for these lessons, you're going," and they put him on the bus. He sat quietly inspecting the hairs on his arm or counting the passing fence posts. Anything to take his mind off the upcoming torture of the swimming lesson. "Just relax," everybody said, but in the pool it wasn't possible. He couldn't relax and have fun and not worry. He couldn't let go.
"Save me O God, for the waters have come up to my neck. I sink in deep mire, where there is no foothold; I have come into deep waters..."
One night his parents talked, trying to console and encourage the boy. Maybe its because of what happened when you were three. The boy didn't remember so they told the story.
As he lay drifting to sleep he tried to remember being in a small pool in a mountainside home with water heated by a natural spring. Playing and splashing on the side he slipped into the water until he lay unnoticed on the bottom of the pool where all was warm and peaceful. Then he imagined strong arms grabbing him from the water that had taken his breath and made him frantic for air and life.
Was this why the boy could not do the dead mans float? Summers came and every year it was the same tortuous ordeal. A swimming school failure unable to overcome his fear, to relax, and to float. While others talked of jumping off the high dive he secretly hoped only to float or to move to a place where no one swam. A place like Ethiopia where if you swam you got schistomasaisis and went blind, or the Amazon where piranhas would eat you if you dared go in the river.
Then one summer the boy and his family moved to a town where the school had its own swimming pool and the father said, "the pools open in the afternoons, to keep you out of your mothers hair you are going," and so he went with his brothers to face the fears once more.
"At an acceptable time, O God, in the abundance of your steadfast love, answer me. With you faithful help rescue me from sinking...draw me, redeem me, set me free."
And then it happened. Playing in the pool (of course at the shallow end) he slipped and before he hit bottom he felt himself float. It was as if God himself had reached down into that swimming pool and held him up and to that boy it was a miracle. A smile erupted on his face as he shouted, "I floated," and even though everyone looked and said, "big deal" he was ecstatic. He floated. He floated from one side of the pool to the other and soon he was actually swimming. The boy begged to take lessons where he quickly advanced. He joined the swim team and learned the backstroke, the freestyle, the butterfly, but with his short legs he never quite mastered the breaststroke. Oh those were glorious days, to slide through the water pretending to be an otter or a dolphin.
One day he traveled with his team to Washington, to that very pool where after four years of lessons he had never learned to swim, and he competed in races and won ribbons. But best of all, during some free time he climbed the diving board, and savoring each moment, he strolled to the end of the board, and smiling he jumped.
"But God who is rich in mercy, out of the great love with which he loved us, made us alive together with Christ, by grace you have been saved and raised up with him....For by grace you have been saved through faith, and this is not your own doing, it is the gift of God..."
Monday, November 09, 2009
The Best and Brightest
I finished reading The Best and the Brightest by David Halberstam a month or so ago and kept thinking I would write something but never got around too it. Then today I saw a story saying President Obama would be making his decision about sending up to 40,000 more troops to Afghanistan within the next week.
In The Best and the Brightest, Halberstam tries to explain how JFK and then Johnson got the nation involved in Vietnam, especially when some of their advisers, particularly Robert McNamara, McGeorge and William Bunday, among others were widely regarded as some of the smartest people to work in government. If I understood Halberstam, their own belief that they were so smart was a large part of the problem. JFK was able to hold back on their requests to send more troops to Vietnam. Johnson on the other hand, was unwilling to stand up to them, even when he thought they might be wrong. Halberstam attributes that to LBJ's insecurities.
I don't know what it is about presidents from Texas and insecurities about their manliness but the following quote seems to describe a more recent president in addition to LBJ.
"He had always been haunted by the idea that he would be judges as being insufficiently manly for the job, that he would lack courage at a crucial moment. More than a little insecure himself, he very much wanted to be seen as a man; it was a conscious thing....and at a moment like this he wanted the respect of men who were tough, real men, and they would turn out to be the hawks."
As Obama makes his decision, I hope this is one of the books that he read, or has at least had summarized for him. Halberstam describes how the military, primarily the Joint Chiefs, deliberately mislead civilians, asked for only a small contingent of troops, knowing that they would be attacked, and that then they could increase their troop requests to even higher levels, arguing that " more troops were needed in order to keep bases and other troops safe." The idea of just bringing them home never seemed to occur to anyone in the government, and if they did, they were afraid to mention it for fear of being seen as weak.
Throw in a strong dose of American arrogance and sense of superiority and these guys figured there is no way they could lose to the North Vietnamese. It was all a recipe for disaster, one I hope our current President does not repeat.
In The Best and the Brightest, Halberstam tries to explain how JFK and then Johnson got the nation involved in Vietnam, especially when some of their advisers, particularly Robert McNamara, McGeorge and William Bunday, among others were widely regarded as some of the smartest people to work in government. If I understood Halberstam, their own belief that they were so smart was a large part of the problem. JFK was able to hold back on their requests to send more troops to Vietnam. Johnson on the other hand, was unwilling to stand up to them, even when he thought they might be wrong. Halberstam attributes that to LBJ's insecurities.
I don't know what it is about presidents from Texas and insecurities about their manliness but the following quote seems to describe a more recent president in addition to LBJ.
"He had always been haunted by the idea that he would be judges as being insufficiently manly for the job, that he would lack courage at a crucial moment. More than a little insecure himself, he very much wanted to be seen as a man; it was a conscious thing....and at a moment like this he wanted the respect of men who were tough, real men, and they would turn out to be the hawks."
As Obama makes his decision, I hope this is one of the books that he read, or has at least had summarized for him. Halberstam describes how the military, primarily the Joint Chiefs, deliberately mislead civilians, asked for only a small contingent of troops, knowing that they would be attacked, and that then they could increase their troop requests to even higher levels, arguing that " more troops were needed in order to keep bases and other troops safe." The idea of just bringing them home never seemed to occur to anyone in the government, and if they did, they were afraid to mention it for fear of being seen as weak.
Throw in a strong dose of American arrogance and sense of superiority and these guys figured there is no way they could lose to the North Vietnamese. It was all a recipe for disaster, one I hope our current President does not repeat.
Thursday, October 08, 2009
cross country
I spent a couple of hours serving as a spotter for the conference cross country meet held at IMS this afternoon. Over the years I watched my kid run or drove the team to meets it seemed that cross country fans generally show a lot of sportsmanship during the course of the event. Parents and fans will encourage their kid, but you usually hear lots of affirmation for the other kids as well. Some fans make a point of staying till the last runners finish even though they may be several minutes behind just to give them a word of encouragement.
I haven't been at as many meets this fall so maybe it changed earlier, or perhaps it was the chilly, miserable weather, but tonight I think I heard more yelling at a cross country meet than I've heard before. It started with a mix-up in the Junior High race. Because of the mix-up the junior high boys all ended up running about 600 extra yards. Based on how they were running I doubt the results changed but the way one parent yelled you would have thought we had committed treason. He tried to yell at me, actually he did, but I gave him my grumpy look and he quit. There wasn't anything I could do about it anyway. He decided to leave me alone and "take it up with the race officials."
The Junior High race was followed by the varsity girls race. I was stationed near the first corner after the start so I am supposed to make sure fans don't get in the way and that the runners follow the right line. After the start I move over a few yards to make sure people leave a clear lane along the woods. As the girls came up the hill it was interesting to hear the mothers (i assume they were mothers) yell "words of encouragement" to their daughters. "How could you let that big girl get ahead of you?" "Go faster, go faster" they screamed as loud as they could. What was humorous was when the moms who were at least 100 lbs overweight tried to run along side their kid hollering, "run, run..." Usually after taking five steps, or nearly falling up the hill, they stopped, and either expressed their satisfaction or disgust with their daughter's increased effort, or seeming inability to try harder. I was hoping I wouldn't have to do cpr on any of them. Thinking about it, maybe it was more of a mother-daughter thing, since the races for the boys seemed much calmer. The fathers were just more inclined to shake their heads if their kid wasn't doing as well as expected.
I haven't been at as many meets this fall so maybe it changed earlier, or perhaps it was the chilly, miserable weather, but tonight I think I heard more yelling at a cross country meet than I've heard before. It started with a mix-up in the Junior High race. Because of the mix-up the junior high boys all ended up running about 600 extra yards. Based on how they were running I doubt the results changed but the way one parent yelled you would have thought we had committed treason. He tried to yell at me, actually he did, but I gave him my grumpy look and he quit. There wasn't anything I could do about it anyway. He decided to leave me alone and "take it up with the race officials."
The Junior High race was followed by the varsity girls race. I was stationed near the first corner after the start so I am supposed to make sure fans don't get in the way and that the runners follow the right line. After the start I move over a few yards to make sure people leave a clear lane along the woods. As the girls came up the hill it was interesting to hear the mothers (i assume they were mothers) yell "words of encouragement" to their daughters. "How could you let that big girl get ahead of you?" "Go faster, go faster" they screamed as loud as they could. What was humorous was when the moms who were at least 100 lbs overweight tried to run along side their kid hollering, "run, run..." Usually after taking five steps, or nearly falling up the hill, they stopped, and either expressed their satisfaction or disgust with their daughter's increased effort, or seeming inability to try harder. I was hoping I wouldn't have to do cpr on any of them. Thinking about it, maybe it was more of a mother-daughter thing, since the races for the boys seemed much calmer. The fathers were just more inclined to shake their heads if their kid wasn't doing as well as expected.
Sunday, September 06, 2009
U.S. Men's soccer
Last night I watched the US play El Salvador in a World Cup qualifier. The US won 2-1 plus they had a goal called back after an extremely puzzling call by the official so it could have been 3-1. Unfortunately, the score could have just as easily been 2-2 or 2-3.
When Donavon, Altidore, Davies and others are passing and making good runs they can be an exciting team. But for the most part I find them to be extremely frustrating to watch. In the first half the US midfield and back line would give Salvador too much space in the midfield. In one sequence the Salvadoran player dribbled 30 plus yards down the middle of the field before anybody decided it might be good to challenge him. When a defender finally challenged him the guy made a good pass putting even more pressure on the defense. Fortunately from the US perspective, the guy who received the pass didn't have the best touch on the ball and a US defender cleared the ball off the eighteen.
The extremely frustrating part of the game to watch was the second half when the US seemed content to piddle around and "protect" their lead. Instead of possessing the ball and pushing forward they seemed perfectly happy to make two or three passes in the midfield before one of the players would make either a bad pass or lose possession. Dempsey played around with ball, drew defenders, and would then lose possession. Instead of working to get the ball back he would act like he was fouled and then whine when the official didn't make the call (because there was no call to make) El Salvador got off at least two good shots after picking up a loose balls in the midfield.
I tell my players, especially the forwards and midfielders that nothing frustrates me more than a player who loses possession in the midfield and then stands there watching the action, or worse yet, acts like he got fouled. I can live with losing possession because it happens, even to the best of players. But if you lose the ball, you better bust your butt to at least make an attempt to pressure the ball. I've seen way too many goals scored because a forward lost possession, the other team counters, and the guy who lost the ball does nothing. Those are the goals you can see coming. The forward loses the ball, the midfielder is slow to get back, and the defender is caught out of position. The goalie, who has been left hanging, is forced to make a great save to keep the ball out of the net.
I will continue to watch, but if the team is going to qualify for the World Cup and move out of pool play they are going to have to improve their midfield play significantly and tighten up the defense.
So much for my humble analysis.
When Donavon, Altidore, Davies and others are passing and making good runs they can be an exciting team. But for the most part I find them to be extremely frustrating to watch. In the first half the US midfield and back line would give Salvador too much space in the midfield. In one sequence the Salvadoran player dribbled 30 plus yards down the middle of the field before anybody decided it might be good to challenge him. When a defender finally challenged him the guy made a good pass putting even more pressure on the defense. Fortunately from the US perspective, the guy who received the pass didn't have the best touch on the ball and a US defender cleared the ball off the eighteen.
The extremely frustrating part of the game to watch was the second half when the US seemed content to piddle around and "protect" their lead. Instead of possessing the ball and pushing forward they seemed perfectly happy to make two or three passes in the midfield before one of the players would make either a bad pass or lose possession. Dempsey played around with ball, drew defenders, and would then lose possession. Instead of working to get the ball back he would act like he was fouled and then whine when the official didn't make the call (because there was no call to make) El Salvador got off at least two good shots after picking up a loose balls in the midfield.
I tell my players, especially the forwards and midfielders that nothing frustrates me more than a player who loses possession in the midfield and then stands there watching the action, or worse yet, acts like he got fouled. I can live with losing possession because it happens, even to the best of players. But if you lose the ball, you better bust your butt to at least make an attempt to pressure the ball. I've seen way too many goals scored because a forward lost possession, the other team counters, and the guy who lost the ball does nothing. Those are the goals you can see coming. The forward loses the ball, the midfielder is slow to get back, and the defender is caught out of position. The goalie, who has been left hanging, is forced to make a great save to keep the ball out of the net.
I will continue to watch, but if the team is going to qualify for the World Cup and move out of pool play they are going to have to improve their midfield play significantly and tighten up the defense.
So much for my humble analysis.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Vietnam Memorial and a WWII vet
School is underway and I survived the senior class trip to Washington D.C. Being from a place like Iowa, there seems to be a strange compulsion to speak to other people you think may also be from Iowa. One evening we dropped the students off at the Lincoln Memorial with a map which showed the locations of the other memorials. They were to meet the bus in two hours at the Jefferson Memorial. It is somewhat surprising how many get lost between the two locations but we did manage to collect all of them before heading back to the hotel.
I was curious to see how the kids reacted to seeing the Vietnam Memorial, plus I was tired, so I sat on a bench where I could see them as they walked towards the giant tombstone. Most of the kids seemed to be sobered by the site and walked slowly by the names.
In the meantime there were quite a few old guys going by. Some were in wheel chairs, many had canes, but they were all wearing yellow t-shirts which said something about being WWII vets. Most had name tags which indicated they were from Iowa. One of the old guys sat at the other end of the bench I was on and asked if I was from DC. I told him I was from Iowa with a group of school kids. I asked where he was from and he said Altoona, in central Iowa. I told him I was from the Kalona area and he said he remembered playing them in basketball when he was in high school. He remembered there were three Gingerich's on the Kalona team, and three Kemp's on the Conesville team he played for. I asked where he served in WWII and he rattled off the names of several islands including Okinawa. I mentioned that from what I had read, Okinawa experienced some major battles. His response was "it was ugly, there was nothing good about it." He was part of group of Iowa veterans, Hy-Vee took to DC for a day to see the WWII monument (before they die).
After WWII he made a career out of the Marines. He served in Korea and then trained men going through basic training on their way to Vietnam. He said he hated reading Leatherneck magazine every month because they listed all the Marines killed the previous month and "it tore me up when I saw a kid I had trained."
He had three names he wanted to find on the wall, one he had named his son after, the other he described as his best friend. He knew which panels to look for but was having a little trouble, so I tagged along and helped him find the names. He kept repeating, "its a shame these men died." When we found the names he cried and after the last one, his best friend, he walked away.
I've been reading David Halberstam's "The Best and the Brightest" and didn't have the heart to tell the old guy that he was right - it was a shame 70,000 US men had to die in Vietnam, let alone the 2 million plus Vietnamese thought to have been killed. Halberstam describes what happens when men who think they are smarter than everyone else, and have no sense of humility or history, try to run a war. It is sad story full of misperceptions, mistakes, arrogance and foolishness. In my understanding McNamara's book confirms much of Halberstam's analysis. It was a war which didn't need to happen and shouldn't have happened.
When I walked back, I noticed the old guy was sitting on the bench so I stopped and thanked him for letting me tag along. He wished me well, and said, "tell those kids you're teaching, that this isn't worth it. I wish they'd never have to build another one of these." Its too bad we are probably well on our way to doing so. And its tragic that so many people still look at war as a glorious thing.
I was curious to see how the kids reacted to seeing the Vietnam Memorial, plus I was tired, so I sat on a bench where I could see them as they walked towards the giant tombstone. Most of the kids seemed to be sobered by the site and walked slowly by the names.
In the meantime there were quite a few old guys going by. Some were in wheel chairs, many had canes, but they were all wearing yellow t-shirts which said something about being WWII vets. Most had name tags which indicated they were from Iowa. One of the old guys sat at the other end of the bench I was on and asked if I was from DC. I told him I was from Iowa with a group of school kids. I asked where he was from and he said Altoona, in central Iowa. I told him I was from the Kalona area and he said he remembered playing them in basketball when he was in high school. He remembered there were three Gingerich's on the Kalona team, and three Kemp's on the Conesville team he played for. I asked where he served in WWII and he rattled off the names of several islands including Okinawa. I mentioned that from what I had read, Okinawa experienced some major battles. His response was "it was ugly, there was nothing good about it." He was part of group of Iowa veterans, Hy-Vee took to DC for a day to see the WWII monument (before they die).
After WWII he made a career out of the Marines. He served in Korea and then trained men going through basic training on their way to Vietnam. He said he hated reading Leatherneck magazine every month because they listed all the Marines killed the previous month and "it tore me up when I saw a kid I had trained."
He had three names he wanted to find on the wall, one he had named his son after, the other he described as his best friend. He knew which panels to look for but was having a little trouble, so I tagged along and helped him find the names. He kept repeating, "its a shame these men died." When we found the names he cried and after the last one, his best friend, he walked away.
I've been reading David Halberstam's "The Best and the Brightest" and didn't have the heart to tell the old guy that he was right - it was a shame 70,000 US men had to die in Vietnam, let alone the 2 million plus Vietnamese thought to have been killed. Halberstam describes what happens when men who think they are smarter than everyone else, and have no sense of humility or history, try to run a war. It is sad story full of misperceptions, mistakes, arrogance and foolishness. In my understanding McNamara's book confirms much of Halberstam's analysis. It was a war which didn't need to happen and shouldn't have happened.
When I walked back, I noticed the old guy was sitting on the bench so I stopped and thanked him for letting me tag along. He wished me well, and said, "tell those kids you're teaching, that this isn't worth it. I wish they'd never have to build another one of these." Its too bad we are probably well on our way to doing so. And its tragic that so many people still look at war as a glorious thing.
Saturday, August 08, 2009
sweet corn
It is sweet corn season here in the middle of the cornfields. These are two ears of the corn brought to us by a family at the church where my wife was the pastor. They picked the corn at 9 or 10 in the morning and I ate these two for supper around 6 pm. Covered with butter and salt, I'm not sure there is anything much better tasting.Folks who aren't from around here are sometimes surprised to find out that most of the corn grown in Iowa is not meant for human consumption. It finds its way into pigs, turkeys, cattle and other livestock. A lot is turned into sweeteners and used for such things as pop, or soda, and therefore gets blamed for adding to the obesity problems faced by many Americans. Some is turned into ethanol and added to gasoline to help fuel our cars.
But as far as I know sweet corn is grown to be eaten by humans. We gave up trying to grow it in our backyard garden because it never seemed to do well, it took up lots of garden space, and the one year it did do well we had a lot of raccoons visit. Not only did they help themselves to the corn, they also ate the other vegetables and tried to take up residence in our shed.
Eating sweetcorn is not something you necessarily want to see other people do. Some people munch through a whole row without stopping, some spin the ear of corn as they eat, some try to be dainty and neat but at least at our house that never seems to work. Having a beard allows me to taste the mixture of corn, butter and salt for some time afterward, as the melting butter tends to drip into my beard as I eat. A good face washing is required to clean my face as a napkin doesn't clean the mess well at all.
Some people freeze corn, or can some, but we are content to have enough to eat for several meals. We also like to let two or three ears dry. After the kernels are dry you can add them to the popcorn popper with some popcorn. The kernels get crunchy and add to the popcorn eating experience.
So here's to sweet corn. A little bit of golden delight in the middle of an Iowa summer.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
lessons from Vietnam
The other week Robert S. McNamara, "the architect of the Vietnam War" died. A couple NPR programs played excerpts of interviews he did after he wrote In Retrospect:The Tragedy and Lessons of Vietnam. The local library had a copy so I checked it out. It was interesting thought-provoking book. At the end McNamara offered eleven "Lessons of Vietnam" which I thought were helpful reminders. Needless to say I don't think President Bush or V-P Cheney read the book, and I wish President Obama would read it before he sends more troops to Afghanistan.
The lessons
1. "We misjudged then-as we have since-the geopolitical intentions of our adversaries...and we exaggerated the dangers to the United States of their actions." [Does Saddam Hussein and his supposed weapons of mass destruction come to mind?]
2. "We viewed the people and leaders of South Vietnam in terms of our own experience....We totally misjudged the political forces within the country?"
3. "We underestimated the power of nationalism to motivate a people...to fight and die for their beliefs and values-and we continue to do so today in many parts of the world."
4. "Our misjudgments of friend and foe alike reflected our profound ignorance of the history, culture, and politics of the people in the area, and the personalities and habits of their leaders." McNamara explains how at the time there were numerous US officials with a strong understanding of the Soviet Union but there were no senior officials with expertise in Southeast Asia. I think the same could be said of the middle east. [In a Washington Post article from October 16, 2005 there were only eight people in the U.S. diplomatic corps "fluent at the highest levels" of Arabic. http:www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/10/15/AR2005101500104.html)
Another interesting article which comments on Bush's ignorance of the middle east (what is the difference between a Sunni and a Shi'a?) is at http://www.thenation.com/doc/20080602/bazzi.
5. "We failed then-as we have since-to recognize the limitations of modern, high-technology military equipment, forces and doctrine in confronting unconventional, highly motivated people's movements. We failed as well to adapt our military tactics to the task of winning the hearts and minds of people from a totally different culture." [I've watched enough documentaries and film clips of the military in action to understand that while some of the soldiers may be doing good things, getting forced off the road or shot at by a U.S. military convoy, doesn't do much to win "hearts and minds." [Throughout his book, McNamara relates the heavy reliance on bombing Vietnam, even after in his analysis it was no longer effective. Instead, they kept bombing to avoid the appearance of being weak.]
6. " We failed to draw Congress and the American people into a full and frank discussion and debate of the pros and cons of a large scale U.S. military involvement in Southeast Asia before we initiated the action." [Instead we were told to trust our leaders, that to question policy was to raise questions about one's patriotism, and in any case, the people of Iraq would welcome us as liberators, and it would all be over in six months.]
7. " After action got under way and unanticipated events forced us off our planned course, we failed to retain popular support in part because we did not explain fully what was happening and why we were doing what we did...." [see above- instead value secrecy, raise questions about critics loyalty or otherwise discredit critics.]
8. " We did not recognize that neither our people nor our leaders are omniscient.... We do not have the God-given right to shape every nation in our own image or as we choo
se. [We just had a leader who claimed God told him what to do.]
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2005/oct/07/iraq.usa
9. "We did not hold to the principle that U.S. military action-other than in response to direct threats to our own security- should be carried out only conjunction with multinational forces supported fully (and not merely cosmetically) by the international community."
10. "We failed to recognize that in international affairs, as in other aspects of life, there may be problems for which there are no immediate solutions."
11. McNamara argues that the administrations he served did not organize structurally in a way to deal effectively deal with Vietnam over the long term.
There is one more which too many people forget, "Wars generate their own momentum and follow the law of unanticipated consequences." (p. 174)
A couple of other things which seemed evident as I read the book. There was little to no diversity among the Kennedy and Johnson administrations. The advisers were all white males, most of whom graduated from Harvard. McNamara discusses their common experiences of growing up during the Depression, involvement in World War II, and of course their education. My guess is that thinking outside of the box wasn't highly valued, even if any of them were capable of doing so. McNamara and the others seemed trapped by their worldview where every world event was seen through the lens of the Cold War. In the end, if you want to understand the Vietnam war from the perspective of a man who helped plan much of it, this would be a good book to read.
The lessons
1. "We misjudged then-as we have since-the geopolitical intentions of our adversaries...and we exaggerated the dangers to the United States of their actions." [Does Saddam Hussein and his supposed weapons of mass destruction come to mind?]
2. "We viewed the people and leaders of South Vietnam in terms of our own experience....We totally misjudged the political forces within the country?"
3. "We underestimated the power of nationalism to motivate a people...to fight and die for their beliefs and values-and we continue to do so today in many parts of the world."
4. "Our misjudgments of friend and foe alike reflected our profound ignorance of the history, culture, and politics of the people in the area, and the personalities and habits of their leaders." McNamara explains how at the time there were numerous US officials with a strong understanding of the Soviet Union but there were no senior officials with expertise in Southeast Asia. I think the same could be said of the middle east. [In a Washington Post article from October 16, 2005 there were only eight people in the U.S. diplomatic corps "fluent at the highest levels" of Arabic. http:www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/10/15/AR2005101500104.html)
Another interesting article which comments on Bush's ignorance of the middle east (what is the difference between a Sunni and a Shi'a?) is at http://www.thenation.com/doc/20080602/bazzi.
5. "We failed then-as we have since-to recognize the limitations of modern, high-technology military equipment, forces and doctrine in confronting unconventional, highly motivated people's movements. We failed as well to adapt our military tactics to the task of winning the hearts and minds of people from a totally different culture." [I've watched enough documentaries and film clips of the military in action to understand that while some of the soldiers may be doing good things, getting forced off the road or shot at by a U.S. military convoy, doesn't do much to win "hearts and minds." [Throughout his book, McNamara relates the heavy reliance on bombing Vietnam, even after in his analysis it was no longer effective. Instead, they kept bombing to avoid the appearance of being weak.]
6. " We failed to draw Congress and the American people into a full and frank discussion and debate of the pros and cons of a large scale U.S. military involvement in Southeast Asia before we initiated the action." [Instead we were told to trust our leaders, that to question policy was to raise questions about one's patriotism, and in any case, the people of Iraq would welcome us as liberators, and it would all be over in six months.]
7. " After action got under way and unanticipated events forced us off our planned course, we failed to retain popular support in part because we did not explain fully what was happening and why we were doing what we did...." [see above- instead value secrecy, raise questions about critics loyalty or otherwise discredit critics.]
8. " We did not recognize that neither our people nor our leaders are omniscient.... We do not have the God-given right to shape every nation in our own image or as we choo
se. [We just had a leader who claimed God told him what to do.]http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2005/oct/07/iraq.usa
9. "We did not hold to the principle that U.S. military action-other than in response to direct threats to our own security- should be carried out only conjunction with multinational forces supported fully (and not merely cosmetically) by the international community."
10. "We failed to recognize that in international affairs, as in other aspects of life, there may be problems for which there are no immediate solutions."
11. McNamara argues that the administrations he served did not organize structurally in a way to deal effectively deal with Vietnam over the long term.
There is one more which too many people forget, "Wars generate their own momentum and follow the law of unanticipated consequences." (p. 174)
A couple of other things which seemed evident as I read the book. There was little to no diversity among the Kennedy and Johnson administrations. The advisers were all white males, most of whom graduated from Harvard. McNamara discusses their common experiences of growing up during the Depression, involvement in World War II, and of course their education. My guess is that thinking outside of the box wasn't highly valued, even if any of them were capable of doing so. McNamara and the others seemed trapped by their worldview where every world event was seen through the lens of the Cold War. In the end, if you want to understand the Vietnam war from the perspective of a man who helped plan much of it, this would be a good book to read.
Saturday, July 04, 2009
ain't this country grand
This past month new neighbors moved into the two trailers across the street. The guy who owns them lives nearby and given the condition they appear to be in it shouldn't be a surprise that we have seen quite a few people move in and then out a few months later. Some we have gotten to know, but most seem content to be inside most of the time so we don't get to know them. The other day when I got home I noticed both trailers had flags displayed which isn't all that unusual in Wellman, particularly from Memorial Day through July 4th.I wasn't in Boy Scouts long, (which is another story) but I did make it through the section on flag etiquette before nearly everyone in our Boy Scout troop was asked to leave. I also had to remember during our ten years in Philadelphia that the only time we usually saw a lot of flags was when we went to Center City. You might see an occasional flag in our old neighborhood but not often. When you drove to wealthier neighborhoods like Chestnut Hill or out on the Main Line, you weren't likely to see many on display.
So there is part of me which wonders why people living in what most people would describe as "not the greatest housing," would be so moved that they would hang flags off their decks. Have they fulfilled the American Dream by having a place of their own in which to live? If you look closely the one picture shows the fishing boat parked nearby, and a Blazer type vehicle. What is missing is the large pickup with a hole somewhere in the exhaust system. Based on my experience with our little S-10 the hole is in the catalytic converter.
At the same time this week the press carried stories about Bernard Madhoff being sentenced and his wife being "allowed to keep 2.5 million" for her living expenses. Michael Jackson died and while some reports are saying he was 400 million in debt, his assets will be worth much more, especially now that he has died. Given this countries values which say all men are created equal, why do some of us end up living in New York penthouses, private estates, or a rented trailer. I know the arguments about "equality of opportunity" and all the rags to riches stories, and the "pull yourself up by the bootstrap" advice, but in reality the vast majority of Americans end up in the same financial or social status as their parents, or perhaps a bit better or worse. Yet we all buy into the patriotism.
So on the 4th we will go watch the parade and celebrate what a great country we live in- a country where millions can't afford health care, where the unemployment rate is climbing, where college kids graduate with huge debts and face limited employment opportunities- we will hear talk about living in the home of the free and the brave and I wonder.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
This past week a well known Iowa high school football coach was shot and killed by a former player. What I found interesting was a quote in the local paper which said, "God always has a reason," as if God was somehow at fault. Nobody seems to suggest that perhaps guns are too readily available. Nobody seems to suggest that the young man who was arrested and who had a history of substance abuse and mental illness either did not or could not receive treatment for his addictions. Nobody suggested that it is entirely too easy for people with mental illness to get access to a gun. I don't want this to be seen as defending the young man's shooting of the coach because it is indefensible. What I wonder about is why people feel the need to suggest that God is somehow to blame since "God always has a reason." For what reason would God want this coach killed?
What I would suggest is that if people want to make sense of this tragedy they look at our societies obsession with guns, or they look at why people with mental illnesses or addiction issues can't get help outside of being arrested and getting involved in the criminal justice system. And more than likely any help obtained through the justice system is limited.
On the other side of this, in today's Gazette there was an article titled "Pastor invites churchgoers to bring guns to celebration." According to the article more than 200 people attended the service at a church in Kentucky to celebrate their second amendment rights. Another article said that New Jersey passed a law limiting a person to one gun purchase a month. So, is it any wonder gun deaths continue to increase in our country. In the meantime we can speculate about what reasons God might have for this tragedy and celebrate our second amendment rights all at the same time.
What I would suggest is that if people want to make sense of this tragedy they look at our societies obsession with guns, or they look at why people with mental illnesses or addiction issues can't get help outside of being arrested and getting involved in the criminal justice system. And more than likely any help obtained through the justice system is limited.
On the other side of this, in today's Gazette there was an article titled "Pastor invites churchgoers to bring guns to celebration." According to the article more than 200 people attended the service at a church in Kentucky to celebrate their second amendment rights. Another article said that New Jersey passed a law limiting a person to one gun purchase a month. So, is it any wonder gun deaths continue to increase in our country. In the meantime we can speculate about what reasons God might have for this tragedy and celebrate our second amendment rights all at the same time.
Friday, June 26, 2009
4th and 5th grade camp
Back from a week at Crooked Creek Christian Camp where I was the "camp pastor" for the 4th and 5th grade camp. In spite of the heat, the bugs, and the storms the kids had a good time and seemed to enjoy themselves. Thought I would share a couple of happenings which I found interesting.
The theme for the week had to do with "reaching the promised land" so I told some stories from the Exodus. One morning I said something about reading other stories from the Old Testament
One young boy who seemed to take my little talks rather seriously, came to me that afternoon and said he had read the story of Noah and the ark. I asked what he thought and he said it was interesting and wondered what it would have been like to be on the ark. Then he added, "I read the part where Noah planted a vineyard, and then he got drunk, and then it got sort of gross cause it said he was naked." He started to ask a question, but I discovered this age group is easily distracted and he ran off to participate in the next activity. Frankly there are a lot of stories in the Bible which people find embarassing, though I guess it is helpful for moralistic Republicans who have "fallen into sin" to compare themselves to King David.
There was one young African-American boy at the camp which I imagine would be hard and so it was probably no surprise that he was homesick much of the week. He stuck it out and as the week went on he seemed to be enjoying himself. For the last evening meal of the week, the camp had a "mystery meal" where the counselors served the campers. The kids sat with their cabin mates and were supposed to have dressed up a bit. For most of the boys this meant clipping a tie onto their sweaty t-shirts. What I found interesting is that as I walked into the room, a table of boys invited me to sit at their table "so I could sit and eat with the President." I asked who was the President and they all pointed to the head of the table where the lone black young man was sitting with a big smile. I asked the rest of the boys, all white, who they were. They announced in unison, "we're his bodyguards." They decided I was someone important from some other country who was visiting for the evening. As we ate I wondered if something like this would have happened a year ago.
It just so happened I have been reading Barack Obama's book, Dreams of my Father, where he spends a lot of time talking about finding his place in society. It is an interesting book. As I read it I realized it is nice to have a President who can write so well and who has spent a lot of time thinking and reflecting about who he is, about society, and the problems much of US society faces. It will be interesting to see how former President Bush's book compares and to realize he will have at least one other person actually doing the writing.
I don't know what the boys in the camp thought about their place in society or matters of race. During the week they were more concerned about swimming times, which cabin would get to go first to lunch, and if their cabin would "win" even if there wasn't a competition at the moment. Perhaps that is a good sign for the future.
The theme for the week had to do with "reaching the promised land" so I told some stories from the Exodus. One morning I said something about reading other stories from the Old Testament
One young boy who seemed to take my little talks rather seriously, came to me that afternoon and said he had read the story of Noah and the ark. I asked what he thought and he said it was interesting and wondered what it would have been like to be on the ark. Then he added, "I read the part where Noah planted a vineyard, and then he got drunk, and then it got sort of gross cause it said he was naked." He started to ask a question, but I discovered this age group is easily distracted and he ran off to participate in the next activity. Frankly there are a lot of stories in the Bible which people find embarassing, though I guess it is helpful for moralistic Republicans who have "fallen into sin" to compare themselves to King David.
There was one young African-American boy at the camp which I imagine would be hard and so it was probably no surprise that he was homesick much of the week. He stuck it out and as the week went on he seemed to be enjoying himself. For the last evening meal of the week, the camp had a "mystery meal" where the counselors served the campers. The kids sat with their cabin mates and were supposed to have dressed up a bit. For most of the boys this meant clipping a tie onto their sweaty t-shirts. What I found interesting is that as I walked into the room, a table of boys invited me to sit at their table "so I could sit and eat with the President." I asked who was the President and they all pointed to the head of the table where the lone black young man was sitting with a big smile. I asked the rest of the boys, all white, who they were. They announced in unison, "we're his bodyguards." They decided I was someone important from some other country who was visiting for the evening. As we ate I wondered if something like this would have happened a year ago.
It just so happened I have been reading Barack Obama's book, Dreams of my Father, where he spends a lot of time talking about finding his place in society. It is an interesting book. As I read it I realized it is nice to have a President who can write so well and who has spent a lot of time thinking and reflecting about who he is, about society, and the problems much of US society faces. It will be interesting to see how former President Bush's book compares and to realize he will have at least one other person actually doing the writing.
I don't know what the boys in the camp thought about their place in society or matters of race. During the week they were more concerned about swimming times, which cabin would get to go first to lunch, and if their cabin would "win" even if there wasn't a competition at the moment. Perhaps that is a good sign for the future.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
catching up
Nearly two months since I've sat down and added anything to this. Soccer season, the son's graduation from college, the end of the school year along with graduation are the primary culprits. The season ended with a 13-3 record and a loss in the substate game to the team which went on to win the championship. Graduation went well. I did foil a prank which was both sort of fun, but also frustrating since it made extra work for me. Plus I had warned some of the soccer players to not do anything stupid but the yahoo's chose to ignore that advice.
Yesterday I rode the train from Chicago to Mt. Pleasant. Though we were about an hour late I found it to be a rather pleasant way to travel. The seats were comfortable, there was plenty of leg room, and with the gentle rocking of the train it was easy to fall asleep. There is some talk of opening a line from Chicago to Des Moines with a stop in Iowa City. Rather than to continue to add lanes to Interstate 80, it would seem to make sense to improve the rail line so people could travel with out their cars. With gas prices on the rise again it makes even more sense.
If anybody from afar misses Wellman I discovered you can go to Google Maps, type in Wellman, Iowa, then if you click on "street scene" you can "drive through town" on highway 22. You can also take a look at houses along the way meaning you can see portions of our back yard. When I did this I realized how depressing Wellman probably looks to people who are driving through for the first time.
Yesterday I rode the train from Chicago to Mt. Pleasant. Though we were about an hour late I found it to be a rather pleasant way to travel. The seats were comfortable, there was plenty of leg room, and with the gentle rocking of the train it was easy to fall asleep. There is some talk of opening a line from Chicago to Des Moines with a stop in Iowa City. Rather than to continue to add lanes to Interstate 80, it would seem to make sense to improve the rail line so people could travel with out their cars. With gas prices on the rise again it makes even more sense.
If anybody from afar misses Wellman I discovered you can go to Google Maps, type in Wellman, Iowa, then if you click on "street scene" you can "drive through town" on highway 22. You can also take a look at houses along the way meaning you can see portions of our back yard. When I did this I realized how depressing Wellman probably looks to people who are driving through for the first time.
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