Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Sissification of America Continues

My most vivid memories of my elementary and junior high schools came from the playgrounds.
Back then, in the 1970s, before the touchy-feely types launched their efforts to wrap every child in booboo-preventing bubble wrap, we played games such as dodge ball, red rover, stick ball, tag, football, kick ball, etc., the kind of stuff that our parents - and their parents - played as children. My concern for the long term is that we're raising a nation of oversensitive, wimpy kids who will be poorly equipped to face adversity the way Americans did during the Great Depression, World War II and other trying times.
Aside from an occasional scraped knee, bruised arm or wounded pride, I can't recall any serious injuries. The playground served as an important social development tool. We learned how to make friends, share and play fair. We also did some teasing and got into fistfights, but again, I don't recall any serious injuries, emotional or physical.
Recently, The Enterprise did a story about dwindling recess time and a national effort to bring it back.
Nationwide, some 40 percent of U.S. elementary schools have either cut or might cut recess, according to the National Parent Teacher Association. Subsequently, the National PTA and Cartoon Network have launched "Rescuing Recess," a campaign to make unstructured play time part of the school day.
So much effort, particularly in Texas, has gone into standardized-test performance that recess has fallen far being reading, writing and arithmetic. But in some ways, it's just as important.
While I agree that the classroom should come first, too many of life's lessons come only from a school playground through children's simple interaction in a loosely controlled and monitored environment.
Then, today, I read this story from USA Today:
http://www.usatoday.com/news/health/2006-06-26-recess-bans_x.htm
According to the story, educators are axing playground games such as dodge ball, tag and soccer - SOCCER? - because of the potential injuries that could come from "children running into one another."
In South Carolina, Charleston County school spokeswoman Mary Girault said such activities were stopped there "because children suffered broken arms and dislocated fingers playing touch football and soccer," according to the USA Today story.
Here's what I have to say about that: So what?
While I don't want my two sons to suffer terrible injuries, I think injuries such as cuts, bruises and whatnot can help instill some common sense in a young child's mind. Perhaps they won't think they're so invincible by the time they get into the serious business of driving cars and weighing the pros and cons of potential teen-age ignorance and stupidity.
I vividly remember getting hammered in the eye by a baseball hit by a kid I thought was a wimp. He was in the T-ball batter's box, and I got too close, because I figured he could barely hit it off the tee, and he clubbed one right in my face. He probably remembers that one to this day. I would.
Lesson: Don't get too close to the batter, and don't underestimate your opponent.
In third grade, I jumped out of a tree, trying to land on a pile of pine needles that was not directly beneath. I broke my right arm.
Lesson: Gravity sucks, and next time remember to swing a little so you can catch the pile instead of the ground.
Finally, there was the tag football game in junior high in which I tagged a little too hard on a guy much bigger than me. He stopped running, pointed his finger at me and said: "You do that again, and I'll kick your ass."
Lesson: Don't mess with people who can kick your ass.
I'm sure I could think of myriad more if I put some more thought to it, but I've made my point.
As parents, we worry incessantly about our children getting hurt ... or worse. But keeping children in a world of protective packing peanuts is not the answer. Life lesson's will only get harder on them if learned later on.
Teaching children common sense - and not constantly trying to thwart life's abrasions - is the way to go, just as it was for our parents and their parents.
Let them play.

Monday, June 12, 2006

2006 Hurricane Season Off To Horrifying Start

Tropical Storm Alberto's forecasted fate from last week through this morning assured that hurricane status wasn't in the meteorological cards.
This was the call until at least 9 a.m. today. After stepping away from my desk for a couple of hours, I returned to find Alberto cranked up to 70 mph winds and hurricane warnings posted for Florida. Despite predictions to the contrary, Alberto gained 20 mph worth of intensity in a matter of hours and is expected to hit Florida tomorrow with Category 1 hurricane strength.
To Floridians, I suppose, this is just a sneeze, although botched forecasts with this storm, as was the case with 2004's Charley, a Category 4, likely have created unease and distrust among residents there.
Equally alarming is the fact that Alberto appears headed for just south of where Tropical Storm Arlene kicked off the record-setting 2005 hurricane season, the worst ever. Arlene was just under hurricane force when she sauntered ashore June 11 in the Florida Panhandle.
So compared to Arlene, which did little damage, Alberto is:
* likely to be a stronger storm - probably a hurricane - when it comes ashore.
* predicted to hit Florida a few hundred miles south of where Arlene hit.
* striking June 13 as opposed to June 11.
I'm not ready to put on my tinfoil hat just yet, but I don't think Alberto being stronger and coming around at the same time and roughly the same place as last year's Arlene is positive foreshadowing for the 2006 hurricane season.

Friday, June 09, 2006

Things That Go "Rrrrrruummm" In The Night

Only a parent can understand the pitfalls and potential hilarity that come with having children that love cars, trains and a wild assortment of toys that flash, play music and go "Woo woo!"
Like Sisyphus pushing his beloved boulder up the mountain every day, parents do their best to keep the house tidy, but a 5-minute retreat to the kitchen can mean returning to a toy-strewn living-room landscape that both amuses and annoys. A tiny Gettysburg battlefield of Matchbox cars, Thomas the Trains, fake coins, pillows, blanks and whatever else can be dragged out.
Sometimes, the toys are like sub-children, pesky devices that seem to take on a life of their own.
For example, two nights ago, something in the living room went off, perhaps an alarm clock, ringing out for attention. Last night, a groggy 4-year-old on the prowl set off a toy racing car, which made a loud "Rrrrruummmm! Rrrrruummm! Rrruummmm!" sound followed by a noisy peelout. The funny thing about all that peelout buildup is that the car subsequently rolls off at approximately 0.000001 mph and stops about 4 feet later, firing off one more "Rrrrruummmm! Rrrrruummm! Rrruummmm!" before going silent.
Other startling late-night favorites have included this semi-circular activity ring whose raucous music ranks somewhere between ice cream truck and carnival ride. When the batteries get low, it decides to let us know by launching its little orchestra of insanity. Then there was the toy Hummer, who let us know his batteries were low by also making a high-volume peelout sound.
When one is deep in sleep, these are not welcome sounds. I've often found myself out of bed and in some faux Ninja pose after a surprise serenade. I'm surprised I haven't soiled the sheets.
Slowly but surely, though, as the children move on to new interests, from toy cars and trains to skateboards and video games - and then real cars and girls and a mortgage - the old favorites find themselves retired to the garage.
The garage sale fodder is a bittersweet pill to swallow. On one hand, its nice to have the noisy, annoying and often cumbersome devices out of the house. On the other, it marks the end of a never-to-be recaptured childhood phase and underscores what older parents keep telling us: "Enjoy every minute of it, because it will all be gone some day."
Kids grow up too damn fast, don't they?

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

2304 articles matching "Hurricane Rita" were found

A day or two after Hurricane Rita surged ashore, when Enterprise staffers who stayed behind to cover the story were tired, bleery-eyed and smelly, fellow Managing Editor Ron Franscell and I had some downtime discussion about all that had happened.
"I wonder how long it will be before we go a day without mentioning Hurricane Rita in the newspaper?" I asked.
Neither one of us had the answer. Neither one of us had ever seen anything like this.
Rita made her first appearance Sept. 19, under the Page 3A headline "Visitors told to flee Florida Keys as Tropical Storm Rita nears."
That was 261 issues ago, and Rita has not failed to make an appearance in some form in any one of them. An archives search informed me that it had 2,304 articles matching "Hurricane Rita."
I got to thinking yesterday about whether our Rita streak had ended somewhere along the way. I started thinking about it when I told a job applicant yesterday, "You're going to hear Hurricane Rita a lot today. For some reason, we keep talking about it. And that's the way it is."
Sure enough, that's mostly what applicants hear when they come for an interview. It's fresh storytelling meat for us.
This morning, I launched an hours-long search through our archives to see if Rita, which came Sept. 23-24, had managed to elude an edition.
Nope.
On Sunday, for example, she appeared in six items. There were four mentions Saturday.
The mentions come in all kinds of ways, from news stories to advertisements, from letters to the editor to sports pieces. She's mentioned in a wide variety of stories, topics including fishing, bats, blood drives, the 100 Club, schools, dog thefts, unemployment and even the Little League.
A recent mention was Hattie M. McClain's obituary. The obituary mentioned that before Hurricane Rita's arrival, the 83-year-old and her husband of 63 years, Leo W. Rick, evacuated to Georgia, where he died Oct. 9.
Not even in death can we escape Rita these days.
Prominent in some Enterprise editions and barely mentioned in others, she was mentioned in only one story March 13. Rita did not make the news at all Feb. 20, but she did appear in an ad for trial lawyers under the heading: ATTENTION VICTIMS OF HURRICANE RITA.
However, the day before, Feb. 19, Rita ran amok, appearing in 44 news items, mainly in the annual Progress addition.
Rita pickings were mighty slim Jan. 16, but J. Afton's jewelry saved the day by mentioning giving away a free "Rita pendant" as part of the store's going-out-of-business sale.
The only other day without a news mention was Nov. 28, but there were plenty of mentions in advertisements in that issue, for eye physicians, stumpgrinders, tree-removal specialists and some guys who fix garage doors.
It's pretty impressive in this day and age, when hipster contrarianism ultimately creates a backlash against the predominant and popular, that the hurricane in our head remains stalled and continues to swirl.
I have a feeling Rita will be around a long time.

Monday, June 05, 2006

The Next Adventure in This Week In History

Up until Hurricane Rita blew in as the story of the century last September, I'd been writing my little This Week in History column religiously every week for about four years. It appeared down the left corner of the Region page every Sunday since I started it in 2001
The post-storm shoving around of furniture, including the microfilm file cabinets and antique microfilm machine, prevented me from culling historical items for the weekly feature until a couple of months ago. I suppose I could have produced This Week in History for May, but I was busy and didn't get around to it.
I got back on the historical horse last week, I toted my coffee and yellow notepad into the library and renewed my foray into the past.
But things are a little different now.
Before Rita, I did the research in the office of Tom Taschinger, Enterprise editorial page editor. Using an old-time hand-crank microfilm machine, I'd pull Enterprise and Beaumont Journal items from one year, five years, 10 years and then every decade after that all the way back to the teens. I've tried to make it all the back a nice, even 100 years, but the microfilm images are spotty, and interesting items hard to find. I guess newsmakers took a breather after their turn-of-the-century revelry.
Tom and I spent quality time together, laughing over the bizarre and discussing some of the big news stories of the past. I often found terrific story ideas, such as the 30th anniversary of the terrible Elmer Wayne Henley serial killings and myriad long-forgotten stories that needed updating.
I've never gotten much reader feedback on This Week in History. For all I know, hardly anyone reads it. Occasionally, I'll make an error and hear about it. Then there was the item about a beauty queen from many decades ago. The beauty queen still lives here, and she called to thank me for reviving her moment in the pageant sun. I thought that was pretty cool.
Anyway, I'm sad to report that my time with Tom is over. The microfilm files have been moved to the library, which is Terry Maillet-Jones' turf, and the old-time microfilm machine has been moved to some mysterious building corner, with it's resting place possibly the newspaper lobby.
So now I'm using a fancy-pants high-tech microfilm machine and spend my quality history time with Terry. She likes a good laugh, and some of the things I find in the archives are funny, like the quack medicines, wrestling bears and elephant rampages.
I generally shoot for a nice blend of Huge Old News, the humorous, the bizarre and the horrific. By the end of this year, I will have looked at half of the Enterprise front pages published over the last 90 years. It's a pretty good community education.
Below is a sample, which ran Sunday. Maybe I'll post the feature in my blog every Monday:

Five years ago this week, Tropical Storm Allison formed suddenly in the Gulf and soaked Southeast Texas, causing widespread flooding and damage. The storm remained on the Top 10 list of most destructive storms in U.S. history until last year.
In other items that appeared during the week of June 21-27 in The Beaumont Enterprise and Beaumont Journal:

2005
* A painting that belonged to the wealthy Stark family of Orange fetched $4.72 million at an auction. The painting of a sleeping dog was by Dutch artist Gerrit Dou.u Hip-hop star Nelly performed at Ford Park.
* Two people were shot in the head at a Beaumont car wash off Washington.
2001
* A fire broke out on the junk- and tire-strewn property of Shelby Bush of Vidor.

1996
* Jefferson County Justice of the Peace Paul Brown faced removal because it was believed he “automatically resigned” when he decided to run for a school board position.
* Owners of Ohmstede Inc. of Beaumont decided to sell the 91-year-old company.

1986
* Rip Tyler invited all challengers to come wrestle his 7-foot-4, 800-pound bear, Ginger. The wrestling matches were at the Silver Spur bar in Silsbee. Ginger, a 13-year-old black bear, was undefeated.
* Heavy rains sparked widespread flooding in Southeast Texas.
* Leadership Beaumont graduates celebrated with a trip to Hawaii.
1976
* A Beaumont woman was held on a $50,000 bond after being accused of shooting a Jefferson County deputy.
* Veteran politician Carl Parker won his first term to the Texas Senate.
* A tornado obliterated houses in Nederland.
1966
* The 18,500-btu window-unit air-conditioners were on sale at Fingers for $249.95.
* Lamar registered 3,319 students for the summer session.
* "Doctor Zhivago" was playing at the Windsor.
1956
* Beaumont Mayor Jimmie P. Cokinos formed a group to study the city's water problems.
* U.S. Rep. Jack Brooks alleged a cover-up in a Cuban nickel plant probe.
* A posse in Leesville cornered an alleged kidnapper from Orange.
1946
* A 69-year-old man was charged with stabbing his son.
* Beaumont residents voted 2,795-1,508 to annex 21 square miles, adding 20,000 people to the towns population.
* "Son of Dracula," starring Lon Chaney, was playing at the Tivoli.
1936
* A man was sentenced to five years in prison for killing another man during a Silsbee dance hall fight.
* The owner of the Cadillac Bar in Beaumont broke his neck when he slipped and fell in his bathtub.u Camel cigarettes were advertised as being helpful to the digestive system.

1926, 1916, 1906
Managing Editor's note: The key to the microfilm to the years 1926 and earlier got lost in the post-Hurricane Rita cleanup of the third floor of The Enterprise. A locksmith is expected to address the problem soon. We apologize for any vacuum of entertainment this mishap has caused you and your family.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

The Coins Are In The Bank

Despite doubts to the contrary, my boys and I sat down over the past weekend and conquered the challenge of rolling up a big Polish pottery jar full of coins.
There were $70 worth of quarters, $40 worth of dimes, about $14 worth of nickels and $11 worth of pennies. There were a lot more nickels and a lot fewer quarters than I anticipated. However, there were $4 in sacajewias, these funny little gold dollar pieces. I have no idea how they got in the jar. I have no idea what people use them for.
Like any business venture, there were some losses, all which came at the hands of my two boys, who kept running off with some of the coins when I wasn't looking. That night I got an idea of where the loot went when I caught my 4-year-old, Curt, lugging around his little Fisher Price cash register as if it were an anvil. The thing was stuffed with pennies, nickels and dimes.
At least he stored them away for safe keeping instead of blowing it all at the track.
Yesterday, I took all the rolled coins down to the bank, toting them inside a shoebox. I always feel kind of funny about doing that, wary that the bankers might think I'm bringing in a bomb. Shoe boxes look out of place at a bank.
Nevertheless, the cheerful lady behind the counter gladly took my money.
This morning, I dug a few coins out of my wallet and tossed them in the Polish jar.
A new round of coin-collecting has begun.