To Do With What You Have

Jack Riemer, Houston Chronicle: February 10, 2001~

On Nov. 18, 1995, Itzhak Perlman, the violinist, came on stage to give a concert at Avery Fisher Hall at Lincoln Center in New York City. If you have ever been to a Perlman concert, you know that getting on stage is no small achievement for him. He was stricken with polio as a child, and so he has braces on both legs and walks with the aid of two crutches. To see him walk across the stage one step at a time, painfully and slowly, is an awesome sight. He walks painfully, yet majestically, until he reaches his chair.

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Arctic Dreams: Barry Lopez

I am 84 years young and over the years I’ve had things that I considered the best, the premiere and most important of things. The night I proposed to Barbara is at the top of that list. There are many others near the top, the birth of my favorite son and daughter, for two more.

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“Hey, you look like that guy…”

Racism is a funny thing sometimes. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean funny “ha-ha!” or to diminish the evil it represents, but funny on occasion as in peculiar and unintentional. Maybe that’s still too cavalier and I should think in more serious tones. But bear with me here, let me explain what I’m getting at underneath this comment as a lead-in to the point of the story I’m sharing

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What You Don’t Know About Your Child’s Teachers

  1.  Teachers can claim deduction of up to $250 in personal expenses for school materials. For perspective, millionaires can write off the operation of their private jets.

2.  Teachers spend personal funds for school supplies for student’s whose families can’t provide their child that support.

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To Do With What You Have

Jack Riemer, Houston Chronicle: February 10, 2001~

On Nov. 18, 1995, Itzhak Perlman, the violinist, came on stage to give a concert at Avery Fisher Hall at Lincoln Center in New York City. If you have ever been to a Perlman concert, you know that getting on stage is no small achievement for him. He was stricken with polio as a child, and so he has braces on both legs and walks with the aid of two crutches. To see him walk across the stage one step at a time, painfully and slowly, is an awesome sight. He walks painfully, yet majestically, until he reaches his chair.

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GREAT TRUTHS

GREAT TRUTHS THAT LITTLE CHILDREN HAVE LEARNED:
 
1) No matter how hard you try, you can’t baptize cats.
2) When your Mum is mad at your dad, don’t let her brush your hair.
3) If your sister hits you, don’t hit her back. They always catch the second person.
4) Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.
5) You can’t trust dogs to watch your food..
6) Don’t sneeze when someone is cutting your hair..
7) Never hold a Dust-Buster and a cat at the same time.
8) You can’t hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.
9) Don’t wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.
10) The best place to be when you’re sad is Grandma’s lap.

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The World’s 101 Worst Puns ~ Vol. III: Introduction

No one knows with any certainty how language started in the dawn of human life. Primitive humans probably grunted a lot and gesticulated to convey what was on their minds. Before the evolution of elaborate throat muscles and vocal chords speech wasn’t possible, and any lengthy conversation wasn’t going to appear for a very long time. The upside of this lack was there wasn’t any ‘”nagging,” but it must have taken years to master the meaning of three grunts. Early humans must have at some point started noticing tonal qualities of their grunts. When they had a cold, their grunts came across raspy. Women’s grunts had a higher pitch, as did young children. When boy’s voices started to change, it would have been noticeable to any discerning and budding linguist. Throughout all this time don’t you wonder what came out of the mouth of the person who stubbed his toe? How many grunts and in what tone did they curse? Was there even cursing? Did volume reflect the intensity of one’s emotions? Was a whispered grunt a term of endearment?

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Two Faces: From Real Life: Part III

There were two episodes after we were married where race played a noticeable role. The first was soon after our marriage when we were looking for an apartment in Berkeley. I had gone out in response to an ad in the paper, and when the woman opened the door, she took one look at me, hesitated, and said that her husband had just rented the apartment. Okay, that happens. But on reporting back to Barbara, I said I thought the woman didn’t rent to me because I was Japanese. This was 1961 Berkeley.  Barbara thought I was being overly sensitive and a little paranoid. A week later the ad for the apartment was still listed in the paper so we went out to check. This time a man answered the door, and upon seeing us, hesitated, and said his wife had just rented the apartment. Barbara became a believer.

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Two Faces: From Real Life: Part II

Wesley Foundation was a major part of my life in college starting in 1957. I met Barbara, my future wife there, though it would be several years before that ever developed. Barbara and I were on the leadership council at Wesley and worked together with the minister who led the center. There were planning sessions and leading the meetings of the other students, and this put us together a lot. Because we often met before our regular Sunday evening meetings, we started having dinner in Barbara’s and her roommate Lori’s apartment with Lori’s boyfriend Terry. In addition, we went out socially as a group, sort of group dating, but nothing formal in the way of couples.

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Two Faces: From Real Life: Part I

Overall, my life has been mostly free of racial assaults and attacks, thankfully nothing physical. Of those that did happen, only a few were direct confrontations. Most of them were sideswipes.

There was nothing of any kind when we first returned from camp, which was in early spring 1945. I learned later that the principal and all the teachers of Mitchell Elementary School had agreed to protect the three of us Japanese kids in school. I think too, it was a different time and children were held to respect their elders and were fearful of getting into trouble if they didn’t. Respect of elders was important in the upbringing of children then, maybe more-so than today, so when all the adults set out to protect us their word was law.

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