Sunday, October 31, 2010

The Politics of Halloween

It’s nights like last night that leave me happy I’m not embroiled in the heat of an election to public office.  Not that it wouldn’t provide some degree of entertainment:  It might be fun to see the skeletons marched out of my closet.  I’m sure there are a few although probably more ghosts than skeletons.

I don’t know if I really could have survived the media assault which would have followed last night’s behavior when, at 5:30PM, as the doorbell rang for the second time, we realized we were trapped like rats, caught empty-handed for trick-or-treaters.  Last night was the 30th.  

In this small town in mid-Michigan, members of our city council deemed it wise to move Trick-or-Treating to Saturday the 30th instead of today, Sunday the 31st. Tonight is Halloween and we are enjoying a quiet evening at home—no little voices, no footsteps, no doorbells.  I think the un-official reason was, although a couple of official versions were offered, I really think the reason was God.  I guess, given the proper mix of current council members facing Halloween occurring on a Sunday for the first time in their tenure, they must have held a WWJD meeting and came up with this idea. 

And so, there we were, empty-handed on Saturday, the 30th of October.  Facing the prospect of having to quickly turn out the lights and lie on the floor or get out of Dodge, we opted for both.  We turned out the lights, did the commando crawl to the garage, loaded into the truck, and went out for dinner.

I’m certain, however, if I were a political candidate there would have been media staking out the place to see if I participated in the distribution of treats.  They’d want to see my face painted up in some appropriately un-scary but clever makeup. People would want to know: Snickers or Dum-Dums? And God help me if they’d seen me slip out on the sly: “Candidate Spurns Local Children in Act of Self-Indulgence.”  Hardly a model for community service!  And the negative ads! 

It turns out we were the only community within 20 miles that observed Halloween on the 30th.  Good thing we ran as every family within those 20 miles loaded up the kids and brought them to our town.  Hell yes!  It was a two-fer Halloween in mid-Michigan!  The people who stood firm and gave out candy got slaughtered by the shear numbers of little buggers and their parents; all of whom would be back at it the next night on their home turf.  By morning, most members of this community were ready to ask the architect of this plan to stand up and take a bow so they could give him a good swift kick in the butt!

As it is, I’m not a candidate and there was nothing to deal with other than my own slightly guilty conscience.  We went out for Italian, and the place was packed.   

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Learning to Learn




When people look at my writing, letters, policies, announcements and the like, believe it or not, most are impressed by my writing skills.  (Even if that first sentence leaves you somewhat bedazzled.) I am considered a good communicator although I have a couple of ex-wives who might disagree.

The other day I was working on a piece someone else had written.  I was sitting here looking up words in the dictionary (iPhone was in the other room) and I got to thinking about how my interest and ability evolved.  Looking back, I have always contributed my love of writing and interest in writing well to my public education in Los Angeles and my mother who was a monster for grammar, syntax and spelling. As much as I can acknowledge those sources, especially the latter, I almost overlooked one of the most important, my brother Dan.

Dan is 4 years older than me. We grew up together adjacent to UCLA.  One of our rituals was going up to the Research Library to do our homework.  Although I almost always limited my research to the entries in the encyclopedia, the Research Library had several up to date volumes of encyclopedias and the environment made me feel that I was doing really important work.  

Dan was always busy doing his own assignments but he would always find time to help me out.  In the course of doing so he would be critical of my writing, encouraging me to grow up and make the effort to write well.  In the course of doing so he also introduced me to Roget’s Thesaurus and directed me to the dictionary every time I needed to know how to spell a word.  All of this kindness was undoubtedly fueled by his immediate need to get me to stop pestering him but it did work well in getting me involved in learning about words.

The best part of those excursions, however, was the trailer we would pass on campus which housed a refreshment stand.  If we could come up with 30 cents between us it would buy us each a cup of hot chocolate for the walk home.  It was served in small Styrofoam cups and was so hot that first sip would make you jump and leave your tongue feeling fuzzy for days.   But it made you feel all the more grown up, walking through that campus at night, coffee cup in hand, enjoying the smell of eucalyptus and sycamore.  It was nights like those, with my brother Dan, on the campus of UCLA, walking with steaming cup of cocoa in hand, that made me want to grow up, go to college, and be smart.  Now, if I had only learned to type.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Freshman Daze

It's amazing to me just how true the old saying is, "what goes around, comes around." And I hate that saying.  To that you can add, "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."   And yet, just as my late mother had predicted, these, and a host of other little truisms, do seem to be coming around to haunt me.  (Seasonal reference not intended.)  As things stand, I'm sure she's smiling down with just a smidgeon of self-satisfaction.

My daughter is a first year student at the University of Michigan.  So far she loves the experience and I am so happy for her.  Unlike my college days she is living in a dorm away from home and surviving the change, getting involved in campus life, and truly living and succeeding as an independent college student.  That is, as independent as one can be who derives her entire income from her father's bank account.  Great!

As did I, she is discovering that the transition from a unchallenging high school to a highly challenging university setting can provide some startling academic surprises at the start.  As did I, she is experiencing the fun to be had in having a close "mate" at this age.  And, much as did I, she has decided to stick with a mate who lives and goes to school some distance from hers.  Not so great.

I've provided the obligatory lectures about the danger of distractions while at school, the extent of her good fortune to have this opportunity to attend such a fine school, the limited life expectancy of long-distance relationships, and the likelihood of having ones feelings trashed by a mate who lives considerably more than an arm's distance away, to say the least for having a serious relationship at her age.  All of that a rehash of lectures I received more than 35 years ago and all with exactly the same effect: none.

I guess I have to take a deep breath, examine the outcome of such behaviors when measured in terms of personal history, try to relax, and hope that history continues to repeat itself.  Then someday it will be my turn to smile down....or up.  Good luck, kiddo. Just remember, I told you so.