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Big Chill

Got news this week about the passing of one of my favorite high school teachers. High school, not exactly a time of my life that I would be all that interested in going back too to be honest. I wasn’t a big fan of the whole scene and I didn’t like living at home much.

But, just to show the impact that great teachers can have on there students, there were three teachers that stick out to this day, two because of how great they were at teaching, motivating and being there for kids. One because of what a complete jackass he was.

So there you have it teachers, be really good or be really bad if you want to be remembered.

Gary Wright was my choir teacher. The only teacher I had all four years of school he was a gifted educator who connected with kids with humor and compassion and respect all the good things that the best teachers bring out in kids. I was better for having known him.

I contacted him later in life on Facebook and was little sad to learn that he didn’t remember me, surprise since my family was very difficult to work with when you were an educator, Mom was a teachers worst nightmare. And while I wasn’t all that surprised that he didn’t remember who I was, it didn’t matter. His job was to make me better and more confident, and that he did.

BTW, as long as I’m reaching out about great teacher, I do have shout out my favorite high school instructor, she had a huge impact on me as well, only in her case I didn’t realize it at the time. Arleen Wattel was my Freshman Comp teacher and later my Shakespeare and Lit instructor. No instructor in my entire high school experience did more to prepare me for college than  Mrs Wattel. I can say, with no exaggeration that she not only taught me to write, but she sparked a life long love affair with the written word. To this day I go out of my way to see Shakespeare on the stage, and every time I do, I think of her.

Funny thing, all the time we were in school we always thought Mrs Wattel was drill sergeant, used to joke about it in class. Little did we know she actually was a decorated Chief Warrant Officer in the California National Guard.

I chatted with my best buddy from high school, the only person from that time that I still have contact with, at least did before Facebook, Mark. He and I were in the Choir together. When I told him about Gary’s passing he made the following comment.

“Now that were on the back nine of life, there’s more of that sort of news to come?”

WFT? Back Nine of Life? This wasn’t supposed to be a Big Chill moment here.

Talking to college pal Jeff, I lamented a bit the idea that were heading to the Spiritual Clubhouse. Jeff, a brilliant analyst who’s very adept at making relevant analogies said the following.

“Sank, put a yardstick on the ground. If birth is 0 and death is 32 inches. Where do you think you are? Put your finger about 20 and see how much is left and how much is yet to go.”

OK Screw you too.

These are the two people who I’ve known the longest in my life, who have now conspired to light the fuse on my mid-life crisis. There better be a damned motorcycle or restored Porsche 911 in this for me somewhere or I’m gonna kick both their asses.

Or uh at least talk about it.

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Gemenskapen med en vision

That title BTW, Swedish for Community With A Vision, the motto of Lino Lakes Minnesota.

Driving up to the lake yesterday I happened to pass through the town of Lino Lakes. Lino Lakes is a lovely little community; beautiful lakes, small town charm, as the sign says, it is a “community with a vision”. What that vision is, is up for debate. The Lino Lakes city council made the news around here recently by passing an ordinance adopting English only in the town. The measure passed BTW, 4-1.

Before we throw the city council under the bus for being anti-immigrant or unwelcoming I should point out that the ordnance was passed simply to save money, city budgets are strapped and, according to mayor Jeff Reinert, this measure has nothing to do with the anti-immigrant sentiments sweeping the country, this is strictly about budget, bottom line, taxpayers money. Reinert addressed the raucous opponents of the measure who were trying to suggest that this had racial overtones during the meeting, with the following statement, according to the Star Tribune;

“It’s very offensive. Shame on you,” he said. “When my family gets together, it looks like America’s melting pot, believe me. And I take offense to that … a lot of people have been trying to demonize and demagogue this issue.”

He’s right. As he pointed out, Lino Lakes is broke, so broke that they can’t even afford their emerald ash borer programs to protect the cities lovely trees and parks. In this economy cities have to make tough calls on their budgets. By not printing city materials and communications in foreign languages the city will realize an annual savings of about $0.00 a year.

You read right, Lino Lakes currently prints nothing in any language other than English. Oh, ironically they also don’t spend a nickel on any ash borer programs either, so they are consistent in cutting programs with no expenses, brave stewards of the public trust that they are.

Fact is this ordinance was written for the city by an organization call ProEnglish, according to Minnesota Public Radio. ProEnglish claims to be only about English and that they’re not anti-immigrant, a position that would be in contradiction to their founder, John Tranton’s statements that America’s culture is under fire from a “Latin onslaught”. Reading Tranton’s biography on Wikipedia it looks like English First is just one little piece of his ideas about race, the man is full blown white supremacist.

When asked about this connection, Lino Lakes councilman Dave Roeser, who introduced the measure distanced himself from Traton when he learned of the connection to ProEnglish.

“I’m just shocked that this organization would have any ties to anybody like that,” Roeser said. “It’s news to me. And this had nothing to do with immigration. If anything, I’m in favor of immigration. I’m the offspring of immigrants myself.”

If Dave is surprised, his constituents probably aren’t. In a KARE 11 news report quoted a local supporter of the measure who was “tired of going to restaurants and hearing all the new families not speaking English. They speak whatever the native tongue is to their kids, and there doesn’t seem to be any teaching the young kids in their families English!”

He’s right, since the first immigrant stepped off the boat in this country immigrant parents have spoken their native language with their kids. It’s my Dad speaks and understands Arabic, not that you’d know talking to him, his accent is solid Texan. Fact is, it’s not the immigrants who really learn English so well, it’s the kids, immersed in our schools and culture. 100 years ago on the Lower East of New York, the signs and conversation was al in Yiddish. Today, you would be hard pressed to find one person who’s a native Yiddish speaker.

In Chinatown in San Francisco, walking around you hear plenty of Chinese on the street, but if you listen, and if you know Chinese, well, there’s story here. 100 years ago the language on the street was Cantonese, the immigrants at the time were from Southern China. even 50 years ago this was the case. Today, in Chinatown, and I have to go with my friends expertise here, the language is Mandarin, the language of Northern China and Taiwan. The Cantonese immigrants have left Chinatown for the suburbs and assimilation.  Now, most of my friends who are the grandkids of the immigrant generation, only speak a few words of Chinese despite being forced to attend “Chinese School” as kids. Fact is, immigrant languages can not compete across generations with the English.

This guy in Lino Lakes who made the stupid comment I’m sure had parents or grand parents who spoke Swedish or German or what ever, maybe even in public. Of course back then the immigrant problem was the Norski’s and Irish.. and we seem to have survived.

This measure is about Mexicans and Central Americans. No one else. It’s not simply chance that this comes up after the Arizona laws. There is no issue with immigration in this country. I’m going on record and say this. There is an issue with illegal immigration, and measures like this do little but divert the discussion we need to have away from the real issues in the same way that the other side does when they talk about undocumented immigrants as opposed the millions who have come here illegally, and in my home state of California have stressed the social services and budgets to the breaking point.

There is no need what so ever for this measure, other than to make a political point. To suggest otherwise is simply disingenuous. I’d like to see the reaction to a Mexican cultural celebration held in a town park in Lino Lakes where 1,000′s of Mexicans from around the state would gather for a weekend of music, food, picnics and Spanish. I’d like to compare that reaction to Oktoberfest..

That would make my point.

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Thank YOU who ever you are-

I’m a little stunned these days.. Old And In The Way is in fuego.. at least for Old And In The Way. Hit count- 5X what it was before the MinnPost article. THAT means there’s a lot of new readers here.. Welcome to each and every one of you. Last night I even started to get a few comments from the new folks.. since comments are the only pay I get for this, they’re golden.. thank you.

Funny how this writing thing has developed. Last night I sat down and started dribbling away and just like that.. 3,000 words, not that I count. Reminds me of high school for some reason.

Freshmen year, would have been back in 1978.. long assed time ago. Mrs Wattel, she taught Freshmen English and, for upper classmen, Shakespeare. Mrs Wattel had a reputation around Lincoln High for being one tough lady, who ran a hard program. Even back then I loved writing, and I sucked at it then too. My big problem? The same that vexes me today, spelling and proofing. I leave out words, misspell others, nothing that anybody who reads this would be surprised to hear.

OK, heres my excuse, I can’t spell because.. because I was raised in a house where English was the third language, Ma spoke, in this order of proficiency, Arabic, French and, way down there, English. Pop? Arabic and Texan, and he never learned English, substituting Texan for the Queens Language. In a nutshell, NO ONE spoke normally, meaning without some goofy accent and as such, I couldn’t pronounce shit. It’s my reason and I’m going with it.

Mrs Wattel left an impression on me

The reason I remember her so well, I was scared shitless of her.. She was on tough broad. BUT she was an excellent teacher who got the best out of her students, although you hated it the whole time. Shakespeare was THE toughest humanities class in Stockton, bar none. One of the things that made it so tough, Mrs Wattel, in a effort to train our soft minds for college used the same format for everyone of her tests, and there were many. A 500 word extemporaneous essay.

She drilled into us how to do a 500 word instant composition.. 5 paragraphs, one introduction, three sentences introducing your point, three body paragraphs and a conclusion. G-d did we sweat those things. Back then essays were written in a little blue book that was stapled together and done by hand. For you youngsters that were you get a pencil, preferably a trusty Ticonderoga that you had to sharpen from time to time and held it in your hand and wrote out the essay. You could try to use a pen, but that required a small bottle of white out correction fluid that the typists used.

Oh, a typewriter was a sort of word processor that printed automatically as you wrote, and had no backspace key, or cut and copy function. Mistakes were corrected with white out or later, with little pieces of white tape that would insert into the printer and then re-type your mistake, rewind and correct. Neat times.

Well, I couldn’t spell for shit, even then, but I had some techniques for getting around that. Obviously we had dictionaries, and they were helpful.. we had “spelling dictionaries” neat little books that had the words spelled in alphabetical order, but didn’t waste time with definitions. My problem, (which continues today) some words I’m so far off that I’m not even in the phonetic ball park. For those words.. I would sort of smear my handwriting a bit, hoping she couldn’t tell. Like that fucking worked.

I also remember thinking that 500 words was longer than the Bible. HOLY COW. And look at me know, I can’t even get a thought out in under 300 words. Arlene Wattel, you’d be so proud.

Oh, and for you new readers, we shut down here at Old In The Way from about Sundown Friday to Sundown Saturday.. no blogging, and almost no Computer, if I can pull that off. Sometimes forbidden fruit tastes pretty good however. But definitely no porn on Saturday.

BTW.. to this day, I LOVE Shakespeare. Mrs Wattel would be very proud.

I kidding Peeps

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