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Observations from the road: (The family, friends, community edition)

This is a tale of family gathering to grieve in the best way possible – by telling stories.  It is a tale of being part of a community. It includes guitars.  (Always guitars.) And it includes a haircut in a mini-United Nations.

Hang with me.  I’ll try to be brief.

The Wednesday before Thanksgiving, I received a call early in the morning from my sister Debbie.  She called to tell me that our brother-in-law Raouf – husband of my younger sister Carol – had passed away suddenly as a result of a heart attack.  Their two boys had come home from college the day before and the family had shared a meal together on Tuesday night.   By mid-day Wednesday, their lives had changed forever.

My older brother Steve and I spoke.  We were not able to get to the funeral, but quickly agreed to find a mutual time to travel to Tennessee to see Carol and the rest of the family. Our father – he of the recent 90th birthday – had just moved into an independent living facility.  We wanted to see him as well.

Which led to this weekend.  I flew into Nashville on Friday, and then – after some work on Music Row – I picked up Steve at the airport.  (The Music Row visit included the first guitar connection…but I’ll get to that later.)

I had written my father to tell him we were coming, and I said, “Let’s bust you out of that place and go to City Cafe” – the local meat and three place on East Main Street where they know “Mr. Tom.”  While the food at his new home is very good, he misses the freedom to go to his local haunts whenever he wishes.

Daddy, Carol, and DJB
My father and sister Carol, in my Dad’s new apartment

This is where the first community part kicks in.  All of my brothers and sisters (except for Debbie, who was practicing Christmas choral music) converged on City Cafe with my dad in tow. The staff was happy to see us.  (Our waitress went and got a Christmas card for him.) We saw the pianist from Daddy’s church and her husband.  Others stopped by to say hello. We scarfed down our fried catfish (I know, I was only there for one set of meals!) and began to tell family stories.

After stopping by Dad’s house and then dropping him off at his new digs, we headed home – for a nap! But all my brothers and sisters and the spouses in town came over to Debbie’s house for a family meeting (blessedly short) and a meal (a much longer and enjoyable experience).

Joe's Taylor T5
Joe with his new Taylor T5

Joe had brought along his new Taylor T5 electric-acoustic guitar for the evening…my second chance over the weekend to play a bit.  While I used the old flatpick on Joe’s guitar, on Friday afternoon I had the chance to fingerpick on a beautiful 1920s Martin O-style.  It is a great day when you can play While Roving On a Winter’s Night in a room in the Studio A building that has housed Nashville’s music royalty.  I have a wonderful job!

But I digress. Saturday night was all about sharing stories, laughing, and filling in gaps in our memories.  We had an extended riff on Cedar Lake Camp – where Steve, Joe, and I spent portions of our summers.  All three of us were members of the “Polar Bear Club” (where you went for a dip in the mountain lake at 6 a.m.). My other memory of camp?  Well, you had to know the books of the Bible to get into the mess hall.  As I told the family, you certainly didn’t want to get stuck in line around the minor prophets!  (Does Zechariah come before or after Zephaniah?)  I always tried to get there early for the Pentateuch, as I could always remember Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers, and Deuteronomy!  We laughed…and agreed to keep some tales to ourselves.  And then we captured it all in the photo at the top of the post.

Family and community are so important, and I was reminded of that again today.  After flying home, I walked up to Raphael’s for a haircut.  I’ve been going to this neighborhood barber shop for years.  But this time, the owner – Tamara Kalandadze – wanted to know if I had “seen the news?”  Huh?  Then she handed me a John Kelly’s Washington column from Thanksgiving Day’s Washington Post.  With Tamara’s picture staring out at me.

Tamara at Raphaels photo credit John Kelly of Washington Post
Tamara at Raphael’s Barber Shop in Silver Spring (photo credit:  John Kelly of the Washington Post)

I love it!  Now the entire city knows what a great place this is.  I’ve often said this is a mini-United Nations, and John Kelly used the exact same phrase.

The shop is in the Metropolitan Building in downtown Silver Spring. The building turned 50 this year. So did Raphael’s. It’s an original tenant.

Raphael’s has weathered the neighborhood’s ups and downs. It’s booming now. A sign in the window announces that Raphael’s is hiring. Tamara needs two more barbers to fill all seven chairs.

The staff is a mini-United Nations.

“There are five languages spoken here,” Tamara says before reeling them off: Farsi, Arabic, Georgian, Russian, Vietnamese.

Oh, and English, of course. That’s what the barbers — Ebrahim and Sonny (Iran), Jalal (Iraq), Anna (Vietnam), Tamara (Georgia) — speak to one another.

The TV is tuned to a news channel. A voice rises above the snip of scissors and the blare of hair dryers: An announcer is saying, “You can see him dragging bodies behind a truck in Syria . . .”

I ask Tamara if the staff gets along. Even the guys from Iran and Iraq?

“People get along,” Tamara says. “It’s politicians who don’t get along.”

That’s a classic Tamara line.  And it is so true.

Instead of blocking immigration, let’s put together more neighborhood barber shops with wonderful people from all parts of the world. Let’s worry less about where those minor prophets fall in line.  And let’s get together and tell more stories. That’s how community works.

More to come…

DJB

Image: DJB (at left) with his brothers and sisters: Debbie, Steve, Carol, and Joe

A Republic, If You Can Keep It

The QuartetWhen asked, following the Constitutional Convention, what kind of government had been created, Benjamin Franklin made a now famous reply.  “A republic, if you can keep it.”

Those words have been on my mind a great deal in recent weeks.  I wonder why?

Could it be the calls from those who want us to seal the borders, shut off all immigration into the U.S., and deport 11 million individuals?  Could it be presidential candidates saying – when a decision is made that recognizes that we are a secular nation and not based on religious law – that we have “criminalized Christianity?” Could it be the calls to register Muslims and to reopen the internment camps of WWII?  When I hear these speeches, I’m reminded of the late great Molly Ivins’ quip about Patrick Buchanan’s famously combative “culture wars” speech at the 1992 Republican National Convention:  It probably sounded better in the original German.

But that’s not why I sat down to write.

I’ve read three books over the past couple of months that all bring a different perspective to my thinking about the future of our republic and our political system of governance.  They are very different works, and all three have flaws.  But in the end all were worth reading.

I began a couple of months ago with the most recently published of the three:  The Quartet: Orchestrating the Second American Revolution, 1783-1789 by historian Joseph J. Ellis.  Winner of the Pulitzer Prize, Ellis writes in a beautiful and highly readable style. There is much to learn from the interactions of George Washington, James Madison, Alexander Hamilton, and John Jay leading up to and during the Constitutional Convention. This is also the type of “famous man” history that misses so much going on around it.  Those flaws are called out in the New York Times review in the link above and in other commentary found on-line.

From my perspective, there are two passages which capture what is good and useful about this work.  Ellis’ observation that the most important part of the Constitution is the framework to support discussion – and ultimately – lawmaking, is among the most powerful insights to come from the historian’s work.

In the long run – and this was probably Madison’s most creative insight – the multiple ambiguities embedded in the Constitution made it an inherently “living” document.  For it was designed not to offer clear answers on the sovereignty question (or, for that matter, to the scope of executive or judicial authority) but instead to provide a political arena in which arguments about these contested issues could continue in a deliberative fashion.  The Constitution was intended less to resolve arguments than to make argument itself the solution.  For judicial devotees of “originalism” or “original intent,” this should be a disarming insight, since it made the Constitution the foundation for an ever-shifting political dialogue that, like history itself, was an argument without end.  Madison’s “original intention” was to make all “original intentions” infinitely negotiable in the future.

Writing near the end of the book, Ellis returns to this theme:

It has endured not because it embodies timeless truths that the founders fathomed as tongues of fire danced over their head, but because it manages to combine the two time-bound truths of its own time: namely, that any legitimate government must rest on a popular foundation, and that popular majorities cannot be trusted to act responsibly, a paradox that has aged remarkable well.

American NationsOne theory as to why we – as a country – are so good at arguments around immigration, civil rights and civil liberties, the role of religion in government, and so much more is put forward by Colin Woodard in American Nations: A History of the Eleven Rival Regional Cultures of North America. In this 2011 work, Woodard – an author and journalist – explores how different sections of North American were settled by different cultures that exist to this day.  I read this work immediately after The Quartet, and if Ellis is focused on the famous man theory of history, Woodard delves into the cultural cores of eleven different regions of the country, which he labels nations.

Woodard outlines his thesis of our fractured country and explains why “American values” vary sharply from one region to another

…how an idea like “freedom” as understood by an East Texan or Idahoan can be the polar opposite of what it means to a New Englander or San Franciscan.  

There isn’t and never has been one America…but rather several Americas. The original North American colonies were settled by people from distinct regions of the British Islands, and from France, the Netherlands,and Spain, each with unique religious, political, and ethnographic characteristics. Some championed individualism, others utopian social reform. Some believed themselves guided by divine purpose, others freedom of conscience and inquiry. Some embraced an Anglo-Saxon Protestant identity, others ethnic and religious pluralism. Some valued equality and democratic participation, others deference to a traditional aristocratic order. All of them continue to uphold their respective ideals today, with results that can be seen on the composition of the U.S. Congress or the county-by-county election maps of most any competitive presidential election of the past two centuries.

This is a very interesting thesis, and Woodard makes a compelling case. Having grown up in the South, I have seen much of the cultural distinctions he calls out for that nation.  However, I have also seen major shifts in how parts of those regions behave politically over time – sometimes for the good, sometimes not. Woodard tends to gloss over movements of people between the regions and the impact that has on those areas.  In the end, he never makes his case in a way that takes me from “yes, this is plausible” to convinced that these regional differences outweigh other factors that have shaped who we are as the United States.

David McCullough has talked about the way we are a nation founded on ideals and not on a common ethnicity, language, or culture.  One particularly in-depth reviewer of American Nations put it this way:

Say whatever you want about how the United States operates in practice, the idea of the United States is a beautiful thing.  The idea of the United States is that anybody – anybody – can be an American.  We don’t care about your skin color, your religion, your accent, your beliefs, or where you’re from.  To be an American, all you have to do is agree to abide by our laws and our Constitution, agree to respect the principles of representative democracy, and recognize those special “carve outs” for individual rights that may not be trampled on by the majority:  freedom of speech, freedom of worship, freedom of consciousness, equality before the law, etc.

The idea of America functions almost as a national, secular religion (if that isn’t too blatant a contradiction in terms), and I’ve long believed that it provides the necessary glue, the commonality that we all need, to hold us together as a people.  As much as I complain and cavil about my country and the things done in its name, like everyone else I know I’ve never stopped being proud of the ideas for which it stands.  And the unifying nature of those ideals, to which we all consciously pledge our allegiance, vastly outweighs the more instinctive cultural differences found in the United States.

The question we are facing today is whether the strains of nativism, aristocratic rule, the Know-Nothing movement, and domestic terrorism as primarily seen through our treatment of African-Americans  – which have always run through our politics and history – are, in our new world of instant communications and the highly partisan 24/7 news cycle, threatening to take us places we’ve always stopped short of visiting in our past.

Healing the Heart of DemocracyWhich leads me to the third book in this exploration of our political life today: Parker J. Palmer’s Healing the Heart of Democracy. I read a review of this 2011 book early in the year, and decided to add it to my list of works on politics and our future as a country.

This is a very personal book, and I won’t attempt to delve into Palmer’s personal journey.  It is important to note that he writes this from a “season of heartbreak” – both personal and political.  From the prelude:

The politics of our time is the “politics of the brokenhearted” – an expression that will not be found in the analytical vocabulary of political science or in the strategic rhetoric of political organizing.  Instead, it is an expression from the language of human wholeness. . . .  If we cannot talk about politics in the language of the heart – if we cannot be publicly heartbroken, for example, that the wealthiest nation on earth is unable to summon the political will to end childhood hunger at home – how can we create a politics worthy of the human spirit, one that has a chance to serve the common good?

The prelude is as good a place as any to capture the essence of Palmer’s book.

It is well known and widely bemoaned that we have neglected our physical infrastructure – the roads, water supplies, and power grids on which our daily lives depend.  Even more dangerous is our neglect of democracy’s infrastructure, and yet it is barely noticed and rarely discussed.  The heart’s dynamics and the ways in which they are shaped lack the drama and the “visuals” to make the evening news, and restoring them is slow and daunting work.  Now is the time to notice, and now is the time for the restoration to begin.

For those of us who want to see democracy survive and thrive – and we are legion – the heart is where everything begins:  that grounded place in each of us where we can overcome fear, rediscover that we are members of one another, and embrace the conflicts that threaten democracy as openings to new life for us and for our nation.

Ellis and Palmer have written hopeful books about our future as a nation, while my reading of Woodard is that he feels we face irreconcilable differences that could lead to dissolution. I am not as hopeful at the moment as Palmer, but historian that I am, I know we have faced difficult challenges as a people in our past. Our nation was not forged from a natural unity, but found a unity in spite of differences.  We fought one declared Civil War to begin to address the enslavement of African-Americans (which – as Bryan Stevenson has eloquently put it – then simply evolved into other forms of slavery).  We fought an undeclared Civil War to take over western lands from our native peoples. We went through a Gilded Age of great income inequality and the suffering that resulted, and we appear determined to repeat the sins of that era today.  We have incarcerated immigrants and others who don’t fit our preconceived notion of an American.  We have allowed corporations to take over our government and wrest power away from the people.

But so many of our parents, and their parents, and their parents before them have also fought for our idea of America.  I have to believe that the spirit to fight for that idea remains and – like Ellis – I believe that if we see our Constitution as the framework for having those arguments – instead of a piece of literal scripture with the answer for every issue – we can continue to thrive.

And finally, we need to focus in this work on e pluribus unum as opposed to the official U.S. motto that corporate America gave us when they invented Christian America in the era of the 1930s to the 1950s to push back against New Deal reforms:  In God We Trust.  But that’s another post.

More to come…

DJB

Sunday Brunch

Our year in photos – 2015

As we enter this season of Thanksgiving, I continue my tradition of posting family photographs from the past year on More to Come… This was certainly a year in which we had much for which to be thankful – and to celebrate

2015 was – to put it mildly – a year of transition in so many ways.

The year began with Andrew and Claire halfway through their senior year in college.  I was busy with work at the National Trust for Historic Preservation, while Candice was keeping everything together from headquarters.

In January, I was fortunate to be able to join colleagues in Nashville for work to help save the unique heritage of Music Row.  As I say on the website designed for capturing Music Row’s stories:

“Music Row is the very definition of a National Treasure. The sounds created here have echoed throughout the country for decades, earning it an unparalleled place in America’s cultural life.” 

Studio A Press Conference with Ben Folds - Photo Credit Rick Smith
(Photo Credit: Rick Smith)
Studio A Press Conference, photo credit Nathan Morgan, Nashville Business Journal
(Photo credit: Nathan Morgan – Nashville Business Journal)

In a wonderful kick-off to our work in Nashville, I joined musician Ben Folds at historic Studio A to announce our designation of Music Row as one of our National Treasure campaigns.  The next month I was with Secretary of the Interior Sally Jewell in Chicago at President Obama’s announcement of Pullman as the country’s newest National Monument.  I get to meet some very smart and talented people as part of my job!

Secretary Jewell with DJB
Secretary of the Interior Sally Jewell with DJB at the community celebration in Pullman

Candice and I were able to get away for family travel, and we especially enjoyed our final Pomona Parents Weekend in February in sunny Southern California.  It was bittersweet, in that we knew that we’d no longer have a great excuse to fly from the snow and cold of Washington to Claremont in February, so we could walk around in our shorts and polo shirts, grab a coffee and slider at Some Crust Bakery, and see Claire and all her talented friends at college.

Swimming Coach JP Gowdy with Claire
Swimming Coach Jean-Paul Gowdy with Claire following a Family Weekend practice

Then life threw us a bit of a curve.  Three hours before turning 60 years old, I was hit by an ambulance.  You read that right.  Needless to say, it made for a different type of celebration for my 60th, but the story – now that all is passed – gets better with each telling.

60th Birthday celebration
Celebrating my 60th birthday, along with my fractured shoulder and new sling

Andrew’s March was eventful…but in a better way.  Perhaps as a reward for enduring the New England winter of 2015, he traveled to Cuba with the Brown University Chorus over Spring Break.  Andrew loved the architecture, the music, the chance to use his Spanish extensively, and – most of all – the weather!

In Cuba
Andrew in Cuba
Andrew and Fred in Cuba
Andrew with Fred Jodry – director of the Brown University Chorus – wearing clothes in Cuba that would have led to immediate frostbite had they been in Providence at the time.

Candice also traveled in the spring, as the Hollywood Gang – friends from grade school in Hollywood, Florida – took in the sites around Atlanta.  This has become a much-anticipated weekend for Candice and her friends.

Hollywood Gang
Hollywood Gang in Atlanta

May was all graduations all the time.  We began on the west coast with Claire’s graduation from Pomona College.  It was a wonderful weekend, and of course I wrote about it and photographed it – all from the perspective of the proud father.  It was delightful to be together with the families of Claire’s wonderful classmates.

Graduation Lei
Andrew helps Claire with her graduation lei
Claire at Pomona
Our Pomona Class of 2015 Graduate
The Browns at Pomona
The Happy Family
Swim team cheers
The swim team cheers for the graduates
Sophomore and Senior Suitemates
Claire’s suitemates from her Sophomore and Senior Years – Susan (Sr), Ali (So/Sr), Jackie (So/Sr), and Kyra (So)
Parents celebrate
The parents celebrate graduation!
At Union on Yale
Celebrating the graduate at Union on Yale – Claire’s favorite Claremont restaurant

One week later, we all gathered in Providence to do it all again – this time in celebration of Andrew’s graduation from Brown University.  As an equal opportunity proud father, I covered it all from start to finish.  As I have told many people since then, the last half of May was among the happiest times of my life.  I was so proud of these two and all they have accomplished…and they’re just getting started!

Andrew and Claire
Andrew and Claire at the Big Dance
A D Phi Seniors
Andrew and his fellow seniors from the Alpha Delta Phi Society in the procession to Saturday’s Baccalaureate Service
Alex and Andrew
Alex Warstadt and Andrew, the two graduating singers from the Madrigals
Andrew waves from the procession
The happy graduate!
Andrew and Dietrich
Andrew with Professor Dietrich Neumann, Director of the Urban Studies Program at Brown University
Brown Celebration at the Salted Slate
Celebrating Andrew’s graduation at The Salted Slate, one of our favorite Providence restaurants

The celebrations continued in early July, as we flew to Tennessee to celebrate my father’s 90th birthday.  Brothers, sisters, in-laws, cousins, and all sorts of friends gathered to honor Tom Brown and his wonderful life.  My father is such a down-to-earth yet holy man.  It was wonderful to see the love that came pouring out for him from so many different people and places.

Celebrating Tom's 90th
Claire, Candice, Tom, DJB, and Andrew celebrating Tom’s 90th birthday
The DC and Chicago cousins
Claire and Andrew with their Chicago cousins Zoe and Kelsey
With Brittney
Andrew and Claire with cousin Brittney
Pool time
In the pool with the cousins
Candice with Joseph
Candice and Joseph rest by the pool
TB and his children
Tom Brown with his children (clockwise from upper left) Joe, Steve, Debbie, David, and Carol on July 5, 2015 – his 90th birthday
Tom Brown and Family
Tom Brown (yes, the one with the suspenders) with all his family members to celebrate his 90th birthday

In July, Candice and I were also able to get away for a weekend in the Shenandoah Valley for roots music and time with our friends Margaret and Oakley Pearson at the Red Wing Roots Music Festival.

At Red Wing III
Margaret, Candice, DJB, and Oakley at Red Wing III
Watkins, Jarosz, and O'Donovan
Sara Watkins, Sarah Jarosz, and Aoife O’Donovan at Red Wing Roots Music Festival on July 11, 2015

A work-related trip took David to Southeast Utah, and some of the country’s most evocative landscapes.

DJB in Cedar Mesa
Hiking in Southeast Utah

Claire took off for her new adventure in Los Angeles in early August (see the picture at the top of the post), and so we had Andrew to ourselves here in DC for the month.  We decided to go all-in on Restaurant Week, and what a treat that turned out to be.  We also squeezed in a dinner of the Ambulance Survivor’s Club with our good friends Nancy Williams, Steve Cambell, and Sarabeth Watson.

MXDC
Andrew gets ready to dig into the seabass at MXDC
At Fig and Olive
DJB, Candice, and Andrew wrap up DC Restaurant Week at Fig & Olive
Nancy and DJB
Nancy and DJB – the charter members of the Ambulance Survivor’s Club – toast our good health at Jackie’s Restaurant in Silver Spring

Work on the international front took Candice and me for a wonderful week in Cambridge at King’s College, followed by a family weekend in London.  It was a treat that we’ll long remember.

Candice in the rose gardens
Candice in the Rose Gardens at Anglesey Abbey
King's College Courtyard
King’s College Courtyard, Cambridge
FoodFilosophy
Candice at a small London cafe during a day spent rambling, exploring, and connecting

2015 was a tough season to be a Nats fan…so much so that Claire defected as soon as she hit the west coast this summer!  Nonetheless, bad baseball is better than no baseball, and I did pick up a couple of new bobbleheads – including the most recent addition to the racing presidents.  (I have a request for a Bill Taft in to my family as a stocking stuffer this Christmas!)  As you can see, Claire has adjusted well to her work on the west coast, but Candice and I went out in October to check on her anyway!

Claire at a Dodgers Game
Claire goes over to the dark side – at a Dodgers game with Caroline and Graycie
Jubliee Consortium
Claire with other interns from the Jubilee Consortium in LA
Claire in LA
Enjoying life in LA
Silent Cal
Calvin Coolidge joins the Racing Presidents in 2015
Claire, Candice, DJB at the Getty Villa
With Claire at the Getty Villa

In early November, Candice and her friends from the Weavings group traveled to Binghamton, New York, to celebrate the installation of one of their members – Elizabeth Ewing – as the new rector of Christ Episcopal Church.  It was a joyous celebration!

Ewing Installation
The Weavings Group celebrates the installation of Elizabeth Ewing as rector of Christ Church, Binghamton

As we enter the holiday season, we have so many blessings to be thankful for.  From all of us – Candice, Andrew, Claire, and DJB – we wish all our family and friends a wonderful Thanksgiving and a blessed Advent.

Pastishe
A celebration at Pastishe in Providence fit for a year of celebrations and transitions

More to come…

DJB

Image: A family celebration at Le Chat Noir’s Sunday Brunch before Claire heads to LA

Armistice Day

Hearing the Voice of God

My friend, the writer Janet Hulstrand, lives in France, where she makes observations on literature and life.  On November 11th, she wrote a wonderful blog post entitled, In France, It’s Still Called Armistice Day.

Janet begins her post as follows:

The war memorial in our little village in Champagne is much like the war memorials found in every little village in France I’ve ever been in: on three sides of the base are carved the names of those who gave their lives “pour la France” during World War I. And on the fourth side, the names of those lost in World War II.

The German invasion of France in 1940, just 22 years after the end of World War I, was achieved with stunning speed.  And forever after the French have endured shallow, frivolous jokes about that defeat, which was of course anything but funny.

Those who make jokes about French resistance (or lack thereof) are usually right-wing blowhards who generally did everything in their power to avoid military service.  But as Janet notes, the massive loss of life France suffered in both World War I and II (“Per capita, French casualties were 30 times higher than the US ones during WWI and 5 times higher during WWII….”) can be seen in these war memorials.

Janet provides more story, and then ends with this wonderful quote from Kurt Vonnegut’s Breakfast of Champions.

So this book is a sidewalk strewn with junk, trash which I throw over my shoulders as I travel in time back to November eleventh, nineteen hundred and twenty-two.

It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one another. I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.

What a wonderful thought.  The Voice of God was heard when peace arrived.

Do yourself a favor and read Janet’s full post.  You’ll appreciate her writing, but – more importantly – you’ll find something sacred.

More to come…

DJB

Image: Armistice Day (credit: Janet Hulstrand)

For the Mets, Halloween is extended by a day

You just knew it was going to happen.  The New York Mets keep the Kansas City Royals at bay for 8 innings.  It looks like the World Series is headed to KC for a Game 6, with the two New York flamethrowers ready and waiting.

Baseball

But then, stuff happens.

How Royals.

The Mets — who lost on Halloween night when Daniel Murphy, their NLCS hero who didn’t hit a thing in the World Series, booted an easy ground ball — saw the goblins and gremlins of Halloween return for a November 1st appearance.

Lorenzo Cain walked to lead off the 9th against Harvey, and four innings later the Royals are dancing in the middle of Citi Field.  Two things about this play.  First, I’m fine with Collins leaving Harvey in to pitch the 9th.  The Mets closer hadn’t exactly fooled the Royals this series.  I believe in trusting the heart of your ace.  Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t.  Second, Lorenzo Cain was the revelation of this postseason for me.  Is there anything this man can’t do?  He hits, he flies around the bases, he catches anything hit his way in center field, he is patient at the plate.  Perez (the MVP) had a great World Series, but so did Cain.

In any event, the suspect Mets infield defense allows the tying run.  (Gotta love the New York tabloid headlines:  Cruel Hand Luc – after Lucas Duda’s throw to end the game “could have sailed to Staten Island” according to the Washington Post’s Barry Svrluga.)  And yes, Murphy made another error in the 12th to help seal the defeat.

So there we have it.  A very entertaining World Series where the good guys come back from devastation the year before to win it all.

Four months until spring training.

More to come…

DJB

Image by Cindy Danger Jones on Pixabay.

Tom Brown transition

Setting the record straight (Or when “True but not always factual” won’t do)

A few weeks ago I wrote a post about a visit I’d had with my dad.  When it comes to writing about family, I tend to follow the dictum that I first used in It’s a Wonderful Life (For Tom Brown on His 90th Birthday) back in July. In that post, I listed 90 things about the wonderful life of my father and included the caveat that these were “all true, even if they are not all factual.”

Well, I guess that wasn’t good enough for my father!  As an engineer, he likes things precise.

So earlier this week I received an email from my dad entitled, “More to Come, editing.”

I had recounted a story I’ve heard many times before.

My parents were part of the post-war (WWII) marriage boom that begat the well-documented baby boom.  Both were from the small town of Franklin, located about 20 miles from Nashville.  My father had just graduated from Vanderbilt and he and my mom were married in the First Baptist Church in Franklin.  Before beginning his life-long career with the Tennessee Valley Authority, my father and his new bride had a honeymoon to take.

Luckily, they had relatives (my father’s sister) in Chicago, so they came to Union Station – like so many honeymooners, soldiers, businessmen (in those days), and families before them – and boarded a train bound for Chicago.  I’ve heard stories my entire life about the plays they saw in the city, visiting Wrigley Field to see the Cubs (that must have been how I got those baseball genes), and so much more.  But the stories always begin with that train ride from Union Station.


I got the story wrong (at least factually) on two counts.  Here’s the edit from my father:

David, I began working for TVA before Helen and I married. (Mother pounded in my head “you don’t get married until you can support a wife.”)  I was in a TVA  training program first in Chattanooga when we got engaged, and then in Columbia for field training when we got married.  Our first apartment was in Columbia at Mrs. Cooks on 7th Ave., now torn down. We did go to Chicago on our honeymoon.

Mary Dixie’s (my father’s sister) next door neighbors, the Standards, took us to Cominsky Park, on July 4th to see the White Sox play the St. Louis Browns. It was windy and cold.  Mrs. Stanard made some newspaper capes to break the wind. We went to Wrigley Field on later visits to Dixie & Howard’s. The Stanards also furnished us a meal.

I love both of these accounts.  My Grandmother was a very smart woman, and to tell my father that you don’t take on responsibilities until you can handle them adds to my understanding of her worldview. And then to hear that mom and dad went to old Cominsky Park to see a team (the St. Louis Browns) that had players named Ribs, Snuffy, Cuddles, and Stubby takes me back to another era.

So — in the spirit of Joe Friday — there you have them:  Just the facts, ma’am.

More to come…

DJB

Image of Tom Brown, the More to Come fact checker!

Live blogging World Series 2015 Game 3

Here we are – ready to watch World Series game #3. The Kansas City Royals are up 2-0, but these series don’t really get interesting until someone wins on the road.  Citi Field is excited. Let’s do this.

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8:08 p.m. – First pitch – at Escobar’s head.  Typical New York reaction.  I think I could lip read Mike Moustakas after that pitch at the head, and he wasn’t saying “good job.”  Next batter up, Zobrist, provides the best answer to a knock-down pitch with a one-out double.

8:16 p.m. – Well, it took 15 pitches and 8 minutes for the Royals to score as only they can.  Check swing instead of a strikeout is key.  Ian Desmond, are you watching this?

8:21 p.m. – Yordano – what a great name!  I’m going to find every chance I can to use that name.

8:24 p.m. – The Mets obviously enjoy being home.  If Wright and Murphy get hot, we’ll have a series.  Wright homers and Mets go up 2-1.  But Yordano Ventura bounces back to get the next three.  Game on.

8:29 p.m. – Well, it didn’t take long for the drug commercials to show up.

8:33 p.m. – What’s up with Mike Piazza’s hair?

In the second, it takes about two minutes for the Royals to tie it.  Then Yordano Ventura puts down a perfect bunt, and “Thor” Syndergaard throws the next pitch away, and the runner who moved up on the bunt scores from third.  Thor is starting to have the same look that deGrom had in game 2 when they put together back-to-back-to-back hits. He’s like, “Hey, I’m throwing 100 mph and these guys don’t care.”  He may come back and regret that first pitch at the head.  The Mets have their bullpen going in the second. 3-2 Royals after 1 1/2.

8:46 p.m. – Can I say that these Direct TV ads with football players and their “effeminate” alter egos are stupid and insulting. I use to like Peyton Manning, but after hooking up with Papa John’s (I can’t afford to pay my workers a living wage or health care) Pizza and Direct TV, he needs a gut check and a new agent.

9:00 p.m. – Just one out in the 3rd and Syndergaard is already at 50 pitches.  But Harold Reynolds thinks he’s masterful.  Can we get some new announcers?

9:08 p.m. – Yordano makes a mistake to Thor and he pays for it as Granderson homers.  Now 4-3 Mets.  Yordano comes back.  I think we have a lot more to come before this is over.

9:17 p.m. – My friend Tim McClimon is posting selfies on Facebook from the World Series.  Candice responds that “David is jealous.  He’s watching the game on TV.”  As I see Tim all bundled up and the wind whipping the flags, I’m pretty happy to be watching from the comforts of home.

9:18 p.m. – Now I think you can talk about Thor getting stronger.  That was an impressive inning (even if the ump missed the call on the low ball on the 2-1 to Alex Gordon).  Then we get Best Buy:  “When you give tech, people just won’t love it, they’ll love you.”  Please.

9:26 p.m. – Ventura starts to lose it, and he doesn’t cover first.  Of course, the FOX announcers say that this is the first baseman’s fault.  Wake up. 5-3 Mets and the Royals have to worry about the wheels coming off.  But just as the announcers say, “Watch out for that inside fastball, it is his nitro zone,” Yordano gets the batter to pop up.  Still, Yost comes with the hook. Good move, from my perspective.

9:30 p.m. – GEICO scores again with the “Final Countdown” commercial.  I’d love to be a fly on the wall in the pitch sessions when the ad agency comes up with these things.

9:36 p.m. – The Mets may regret not getting more in that inning.  Let’s see.

9:56 p.m. – Almost two hours in, and we’re through 5.  Mets up 5-3.  And yes, I hate the Master Pass commercials.

10:08 p.m. – Moustakas finally breaks the string of outs by KC batters.  Thor is pitching well, but he is also up in the low 90s in number of pitches thrown in less than 6 full innings. The next batter walks.  Hope the bullpen is ready for the Mets. (Of course, the Mets have shown that they really don’t care about the arms of their young guns.  Can you say, “Mark Prior and Kerry Wood”?)  After loading the bases, Thor gets out of it with a grounder.  Well pitched game.  Now we’ll get a look at the Mets bullpen.

10:28 p.m. – We are into the bullpens and the game has slowed to a crawl.  Just pitch it, already!  He finally does, and Uribe does a great job of professional hitting to drive in another run.  (And yes I wrote “professional hitting” before the announcer said it…but it was pretty obvious.)  KC better stop this soon, or they’ll be too far back.  We may just have a series here.  Whoops!  Morales has a brain freeze and they lose the chance of the double play to get out of the inning. Instead, the bases are jammed with Mets.

10:43 p.m. – Mets blow it open with a 4 run 6th after Morales’ brain freeze.  That’s what usually happens when you give up extra outs.  9-3 Mets and it looks like it will be a 2-1 series lead for KC when this is over.  But…it ain’t over ’til its over.

10:50 p.m. – Uh, Harold Reynolds.  The Royals were actually trailing in the 9th inning in Game 1.  How can the Mets have been “dominated” by the Royals “since pitch 1” in the first two games of the series when you trail going into the bottom of the 9th.  Jeez, FOX, I know that facts don’t mean anything to your news division, but have you now thrown them out in the sports division as well?!

Okay, Mets…if you’re going to hold serve, let’s do it quickly.  We’re coming up on 3 hours.  (And everyone knows that 2 hours and 20 minutes is the perfect length for a baseball game!)

11:13 p.m. – Gee, I remember those nice, clean 8th innings setting it up for the closer.  Thanks a lot, Mike Rizzo.  You trade away Clippard and he’s pitching in the World Series while the Nats bullpen imploded this year and we end up with the closer choking the franchise player.  Don’t get me started.  Let’s wrap this puppy up.

11:20 p.m.  – Nice.  We get to hear Piano Man, while watching Billy Joel listening to the fans sing his song.  But of course we also have to listen to the FOX announcers make inane comments.

11:30 p.m. – And that’s a wrap.  9-3 Mets.  We have a series.

More to come…

DJB

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Before World Series Game 2 begins…

BaseballBefore tonight’s Game 2 of the 2015 World Series begins, just a couple more random thoughts to add to last evening’s post.

First of all, do yourself a favor and read Joe Posnanski’s column about Game 1. Posnanski worked for a long time in Kansas City and he understands the Royals.  Here are the first three paragraphs to whet your appetite.

The Royals lost Game 1 of the World Series to the New York Mets many times on Tuesday night. They lost it when two-time Gold Glove first baseman Eric Hosmer could not decide whether to charge or back off a chopping groundball. They lost it when their No. 3 hitter Lorenzo Cain inexplicably tried to bunt the tying run from second base to third with nobody out. They lost it when manager Ned Yost decided to pinch run for the team’s best slugger Kendrys Morales, leaving the team with the punchless Jarrod Dyson in the middle of the lineup. They lost it when the Mets sent their unhittable pitcher with his Hollywood name — Jeurys Familia — to close things out.

The Royals lost it and lost it, but in the end, as, the video board boomed, “Royals WIN!” because … well … they did. There’s a story about Stanley Ketchel, a staggeringly tough early 20th century boxer who was murdered a few hours up the road in a farm town called Conway, Mo. When his manager and New York man-about-town Billy Mizner was told that Ketchel had been killed, he shrugged. “Tell ‘em to start counting to 10,” Mizner said. “He’ll get up.”

So it goes with these Royals. They kept losing the game but every time the Mets started counting to 10 … the Royals got up.

Just read it.

Second, my father (one of my loyal readers) saw last evening’s post and then sent me the following email:

According to TV the no. 1 medical problem is ED.  Daddy

What a hoot!

I’m not going to live blog tonight’s game, as much as I might enjoy it.  I fear another 14-inning marathon, and I want to have the option of going to bed early.

Finally, enjoy the Kansas City Symphony and Take Me Out to the Ballgame.

Play ball!

More to come…

DJB

World Series 2015 Game 1 random thoughts: The never-ending edition

Random thoughts while watching Game 1 of the 2015 World Series.

Mets vs. Royals.  I know I’m a National League guy, but I’m rooting for the Royals this series.  (Sorry KC, I know that’s likely the kiss of death.)  I love the way this team plays.  Few strikeouts, great defense, not a lot of “stars” but a terrific team concept.  And a goofy manager who lets ’em play.  So let’s do this!

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Wow!  What a way to start a game.  First pitch inside-the-park home run to start the bottom of the first.  Alcides Escobar was motoring!  What fun.

Have you noticed that the nature of commercials at the World Series has changed – and not for the better.  It use to be beer, beer, and more beer.  Now we get Viagra (yes, because everyone should have to explain ED to their 6 year old) and Opdivo drug commercials (the latter for your lung cancer).  Then there’s Eliquis.  Side effects?  Oh, only significant bleeding, spinal problems, stuff like that.  Really?!?  I know baseball’s demographic is older, but drugs have now replaced beer as the commercial of choice and that’s not a good thing.

Having said that, I actually love the GEICO commercial about bad choices in horror movies.  The line, “Are you crazy, let’s hide behind the chain saws.” is priceless.

Too bad the FOX Sports feed wasn’t off the entire game.  When we were lucky enough to get a half-inning of the MLB International Feed, I was reminded all over again of why I hate FOX sports.  Guys, this isn’t war…it is just a game.  Plus, I like to hear John Smoltz talk pitching.

I was probably one of the few people who was thrilled to learn that the two managers had agreed to play the game without the benefit of video review when the video feed went down.  Real baseball!  Like Joe Posnanski, I hate video review, as it has ruined the spirit of the game. I wish that someone had cleanly stolen a base during that time in the game and the cameras caught the fact that their leg lifted off the bag for a millisecond while the defender held the tag. For 100+ years, that’s a stolen base.  It should still be a stolen base.  End of rant.

I know the shift works because players will hit into it, but I did get some perverse pleasure when not one but two Mets runners went from first-to-third on routine ground balls to right.  If everyone is playing where God put them for the past 100+ years, neither runner gets to third and the game is 3-1 Royals going into the late innings.

Kauffman Stadium is beautiful. ‘Nuff said.

Do you think Tom Verducci has written out the cliches he uses so he’ll remember them?  Hips faster than Elvis. Hotter than molten lava. Dark Knight turns into Silent Night (after the feed went down).  Please.  Well, at least we don’t have to listen to Ron Darling who – in terms of never shutting up – gives Tim McCarver a run for his money.

Okay…into the Mets bullpen!  Royals couldn’t figure out Harvey, so maybe there’s some hope here.

Let me see, where have I heard, “This is a talented young team with a great pitching staff who will be good for a long, long time”?  Oh yeah, that would be the Nationals.  Be careful, Mets.  Stuff happens.

Thank God…a Blue Moon beer commercial!  I had thought all the beer companies had gone bankrupt. Of course, it is a fancy beer with an orange garnish.  What have we become?!?

With men on base, the first baseman has to stop that grounder getting through in the 8th.  They teach this in Little League: block the ball and keep it in the infield.  Jeez.

Wonder if I should take down my Tyler Clippard Washington Nationals bobblehead and put a voodoo curse on it.  Nah…Tyler is a good guy.  He’s not in DC because Rizzo blew it (along with multiple other moves this year.)  No need to blame Clippard.  He almost got through the inning.

Okay, we could have gone through this game without a Bill Buckner reference.

Maybe sometimes I do like video review (he says sheepishly).  But in calling Wright safe in the top of the 9th, the second base ump just blew a call that was right in front of him.  The home plate umpire, on the other hand, has had a tight, consistent strike zone the entire game.  Same for both teams.  No complaints.

Wow!!! 9th inning home run by Alex Gordon!  Deepest part of the park. Tie game!!!  Now they can stop talking about that damned unearned run and Bill Buckner.  Will we have a walk-off, or free baseball?  Could Escobar end the game with a second inside the park job?

Nope.  Free baseball coming up.

Have I made my rant about how late they play World Series games?  No?  Well, here it is.  What kid could stay up past 11:30 on a school night?  They start the Super Bowl at 6 p.m.  Perhaps if they started the World Series at a reasonable time…like 7 p.m….they might build a new fan base that doesn’t have to rely on Viagra and Opdivo.

Man, that Wade Davis has a righteous cutter!  Who needs defensive teammates?  So of course the Mets send in a reliever in the bottom of the 10th who gets a weak pop-up and two strikeouts.  On to the 11th.

Coming up on midnight.  Great game.  I’ll regret this tomorrow morning.  Hmmm…maybe I won’t make it to the gym.

David Wright is the Ryan Zimmerman of the Mets.  It is hard to hate someone who is so talented and good. But I’m glad he just struck out to end the top of the 11th.  Now in the bottom of the inning, Granderson makes an amazing catch.  These guys are good. I’m fading here.

I did not want to see Daniel Murphy come up again tonight.  Happily Murphy strikes out, the ball gets by the catcher, who then gets a perfect bounce back from the wall and throws to first to record the out.  The softest throwing pitcher yet to enter the game strikes out the side in the top of the 12th. We’re starting to see it all in this game.

And why are Pete Rose and Alex Rodriquez working this game for FOX?  Oh yes, I just answered my own question.  Because it is FOX.

Bartolo Colon – with that waistline – is the epitome of John Kruk’s famous saying, “Lady, I’m not an athlete.  I’m a professional baseball player.”  I wasn’t sure he was going to get off the mound to field that bunt. Winning run in scoring position.  Let’s do this!

Oh well…let’s leave the bases loaded instead.  On to the 13th.

Now it is coming up on midnight in the CENTRAL time zone.  Time for Pokey LaFarge to entertain us with “Central Time.”

Okay, leadoff man on! But that’s it. On to the 14th.  What am I always saying about baseball not having a clock.

Great.  We’re so late that the commercials have switched to the television preachers and TitleMax.  FOX obviously didn’t sell 14 innings of commercials.  Top of the order went down quickly for the Mets.  Let’s see what the top of the order can do for the Royals in the bottom of the inning.

And we have a great defensive play…in the stands along the first base line.  Followed by an error on the field when Wright’s throw goes off line.  Woo hoo!  First and third, with no one out. An intentional walk loads the bases.

And at 1:18 a.m. ET there’s the walk-off.  Hosmer redeems himself for the error with a long sac fly to right.  Granderson doesn’t have much of an arm, and Escobar scores the first and last runs of the game.

What a game!

More to come…

DJB

Image by Cindy Danger Jones on Pixabay.

Talking Preservation’s Future on “Back to the Future Day”

Scenes from Cape Girardeau

Scenes from Cape Girardeau (Credit: Missouri Preservation)

I am in Missouri as part of a cross-country trip that began on Friday in Los Angeles and will end on Thursday in New York City.

The annual Missouri Preservation Conference – where I was the keynote speaker – brought me to Cape Girardeau, winner of a 2015 Great American Main Street Award.

The conference theme?  The Past and Future of Preservation.  As luck would have it, my talk was on Back to the Future DayWhat better occasion to talk about the future of preservation!

Here’s the description of Back to the Future Day from the New York Times:

On Wednesday, Oct. 21, 2015, at 4:29 p.m., our today will finally catch up to the tomorrow depicted in “Back to the Future, Part II.” In that 1989 film, Marty McFly (Michael J. Fox) and Dr. Emmett Brown (Christopher Lloyd) appear with a flash in their DeLorean time machine from 30 years in the past. Suddenly, they find themselves in the same town, Hill Valley, but surrounded by impossible technology and outlandish social mores. It’s a place where cars can fly, hoverboards are the norm and, most incredibly, the Chicago Cubs have won the World Series.

Remarks from the President of the local university preceded mine, and Dr. Vargus told a bit about what had happened in history on October 21st.

Here’s how I began my remarks:

It is a pleasure to be with you today in Missouri to consider the past and future of preservation. In his remarks, Southeast Missouri State University’s President Dr. Carlos Vargus told us of what happened on this day in history. Those comments reminded me that today – October 21, 2015 – is “Back to the Future” Day. For those who may not remember, today is the day that Michael J. Fox traveled to in the movie Back to the Future Part II. I cannot think of a better day to think about the future of preservation!

While I didn’t go into this aspect, the New York Times story looks at what the film’s producers got right – and wrong – about the future.  Among the trends that nailed:  community revitalization and the rebirth of urbanism.  Here’s the paper’s description of that portion of the movie:

For the town square, it was decided that the future Hill Valley would be more forward-thinking in its urban planning. Mr. Gale, Mr. Zemeckis and the production team all believed that community space would be emphasized and old architecture would be maintained, which mirrors the trends in urban design that gave birth to destinations like the High Line in New York. In 1985, the site in front of the Hill Valley clock tower is a parking lot; in 2015, it’s a luscious green park with a lake.

“That town square could exist now,” Mr. Carter said. “We’d build upon what was and either turn it, or embrace it.”

As it was, I spoke about a future for preservation as one where we embrace change and employ a variety of locally-grown tools that make our historic buildings, landscapes, and development patterns the norm rather than the exception. Those tools would be developed and employed by, for, and of the people. And we would have a political movement that embraces our movement’s grass-roots origins and speaks in a forward-looking language around the values of preservation.

Ste Genevieve

Ste. Genevieve

On my drive back to the St. Louis airport, I took a 15-mile detour to visit the small town of Ste. Genevieve – another Missouri gem along the Mississippi.  While there I explored a few shops, had lunch at the Audubon restaurant, and bought a 50 cent ice cream cone at Sally’s Soda Shop “End of the Season” sale.

Magical!

Historic places matter to people today and to future generations because of the changes, stories, memories, and inspiration that are embedded in our landmarks, in our vernacular buildings, in our older neighborhoods, and in our historic landscapes in places like Cape Girardeau and Ste. Genevieve. If preservationists tell that story in language that speaks to the values people care about, and if we work side-by-side with the people living in our communities, we can have a future in preservation where we save and continue to use these places that tell the broad and rich story of America.

I end this talk about the future of preservation with the following paragraph:

Together, we have the opportunity to make our historic buildings, landscapes and neighborhoods relevant in shaping the future of our ever-changing communities. If preservationists embrace change in where and how we work, we may find ourselves in the same situation as those who follow the advice of that other great native of Missouri – Mark Twain – about always telling the truth: “It will amaze your friends and confound your enemies.”

Here’s to an amazing future.

More to come…

DJB