What would Mom, Aunt Helen and Aunt Ruthie do?

My son, Timmy, will be six on Friday and Emily, Cathy’s girl, will be eight on Saturday.  So many kids in the family and that means way too many birthday parties and that means my wife and her sisters are doing the same thing that my mom and aunts used to do with all the kids’ birthdays: they group the birthday parties. It’s easier for the family and a whole lot cheaper, too.

Cleveland is having a good year.  The Cavaliers are in the playoffs and if you’re in the playoffs you have a shot at making the finals and the championship.  The Indians are also playing pretty well so far and staying healthy. With a better start than last year they might make the playoffs this year and again, if you’re in the playoffs you’ve got a chance to play in the World Series and win the championship.

Two contending sports teams and the city is also hosting the Republican National Convention  this summer so Republican delegates and Black Lives Matter and Occupy youngsters will be coming in from out of town.  Possibly two sports championships and a national convention and that means three potential riots.

I’ve sent a letter to the mayor about how my mom, Aunt Helen and Aunt Ruthie consolidated birthday parties and have asked him what he thinks about waiting until after we know if the Indians make the playoffs to plan a big riot/looting extravaganza for Cleveland.  You know, thinking about it if the Indians do get into the World Series and win that will be close to the Presidential election in November and that means another riot if Donald Trump wins. Four possible riots in one year, wow.  Help, Aunt Ruthie.

I know what mom, Aunt Helen and Aunt Ruthie would do, they’d plan one big event and that could be what the mayor might want to explore.  Fewer riots and less mounted police overtime cost for the city and a chance for Black Lives Matter and Occupy to tear up Cleveland and then go home with a big screen TV.  Seems like a sensible idea to me.

The only down side is if the Black Lives Matter and Occupy kids come in for the convention in July and then postpone their rioting and looting until later in the year, possibly in November, will they be able to get off work in order to come back for the riot and looting activities?

First Merle then Prince

Merle Haggard died a couple of weeks ago.  I was surprised but I wasn’t shocked: he was 79. I can’t say I was a big Merle fan but I liked his music and his sound brought back a lot of memories.

Prince died last week and I was shocked.  He was only 57.

I thought about Prince when I heard the news and the next day I was still thinking about him.  Friday night, when I was watching the Indians play the Tigers on TV, the game was in the bottom of the first inning and after the Tiger’s third out I decided to turn off the game and listen to my favorite Prince songs.

I turned the game back on just before the Indians came to bat in the top of the second.

I like baseball

The summer is slipping away and I’ve only gone to one game with my nine year old grandson. He’s still at the age where a question, “Do you want to…?” gets an “okay” before you finish asking so off we went to an Indians game.

Great night for a game, pretty good seats and a pretty good game. We saw two Indians home runs, two double plays and a sensational catch in right field. We also saw the hot dog, peanut, cotton candy, Cracker Jack, pop and pop corn vendors. We went for the lemonade and pop corn.

After an infield popup went sky high I began a lecture on the infield fly rule which brought the question, “can I get cotton candy?”

“No, too sticky.”

He asked me about going to games when I was a boy so I told him about how there were times when the grounds crew had to shoo away dinosaurs from the pitchers mound but that only brought the response, “why can’t I have cotton candy?”

“Too sticky.”

During the seventh inning stretch everyone in the stadium, except the communist couple sitting a couple of rows in front of us, stood and sang, “Take me out to the ballgame” and then settled in to watch the last two innings when most of the vendors disappear. This is where a wise grandparent says, “Let me know if you see the cotton candy guy again.”

In the top of the ninth, with the Indians leading by three runs, the crowd was on its feet with two outs and two strikes and let go a roar at a called third strike which brought a couple of fireworks shots, “WE WIN” on the scoreboard and the song, “Cleveland Rocks”.

“Fans, the totals on the scoreboard are correct. The Indians thank you for attending” and we walked down the stairs and waddled with the crowd through the concourse. When we turned to walk out the gate the attendant standing there who has had a stone face since the adoption of the designated hitter rule smiled as my grandson reached out and took my hand.

I like baseball. Isn’t it great?

A stop in Albuquerque

I was just reading about the protests against the Washington professional football team over the use of the team name, “*edsk*ns”- the “r” word, and thinking about the problems that some Native Americans have with the use of the “r” word. Indians are a strong people who are proud of their heritage and history.
It made me think of an eastbound train trip I took a few years ago from Los Angeles. At Albuquerque the train stops for about thirty minutes and Native Americans have tables set up on the platform where they sell their goods to travelers on the trains just like they have for over one hundred years.
Rings, necklaces and bracelets, all in the southwestern Indian style, along with blankets and rugs are laid out on the tables for the passengers to look over and buy. The Indian merchants seem to do a good business. I looked at a set of six place mats and a then found a small blanket that I knew my wife would just love.
A nice blanket for under $10.00 and back on the train for the rest of my trip. As we headed east out of Albuquerque I looked at my purchase and thought about how modern the Native Americans have become in today’s America with the building of huge casinos and brick and mortar or mail-order, tax-free cigarette stores all across the country and how nice it is to see that traditional Indian items are still a major part of their culture.
The blanket is a light gray with darker gray stripes at both ends. It’s very nice. Now, I’m not sure which tribe made the blanket but I do know it is a genuine Indian article because the tag said, Made in India.