- The year 78 in our Gregorian calendar is 622 in the Buddhist calendar and 3838-3839 in the Hebrew calendar. (28)
- In the year 78 the Romans conquered the Ordovices, located at the site of present-day Wales. (28)
- 78 is the atomic number of platinum, one of the rarest and most precious of metals. (32)
- Psalm 78 in the King James Bible begins: Give ear, O my people, to my law: incline your ears to the words of my mouth; I will open my mouth in a parable: I will utter dark sayings of old… (4)
- According to SpiritCommunity.com, the meaning of 78 in the Bible is sexual abuse. (25)
- A standard tarot card deck is made up of 78 cards: 21 trump cards, the Fool, and 56 suit cards. (29)
- Henry Sy of China, age 90, is the 78th richest person in the world (net worth $14 billion). (ther)
- Women earn 78 cents for every dollar earned by men. (18)
- The U.S., with 73 female Representatives and 17 female Senators, ranks 78th in the world with respect to women being represented in government. (21)
- 78% of domestic violence victims are represented by public defenders. (10)
- The average high temperature in Menominee, Michigan, in June is 78 degrees. (1)
- The former Ann Arbor Carferry ran 78 nautical miles from Frankfort, MI, to Menominee. (17)
- There are 78 miles of Off-Road Vehicle trails in Menominee County and the western part of Delta County. (16)
- Nigeria ranks No. 78 in the 2015 World Happiness Report. (19)
- NASCAR driver Martin Truex Jr. drives the No. 78 Chevrolet SS. (29)
- Chandler, Arizona, (pop. 254,276) is the 78th largest city in the U.S. (31)
- Krispy Kreme Donuts celebrated their 78th anniversary on July 10, 2015. (27)
- Pro surfer Garrett McNamara set the world record in 2011 in Portugal for the largest wave ever surfed: 78 feet high. (35)
- The 78th most popular names for girls and boys in the U.S. are Eleanor and Chase. (20)
- To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee (1960) has been identified as the 78th best novel of all times. (26)
- The perimeter of a standard basketball court is 78 meters. (34)
- The Terminator (1984) is the 78th best movie in history. (23)
- 78% of Twitter users live outside the U.S. (2)
- Gary Ross Dahl, creator of the Pet Rock, died at age 78 on Mar. 23, 2015, in southern Oregon. (9)
- 78% of seventeen-year-old American girls are “unhappy with their bodies.” (6)
- Cincinnati's area is 78 square miles. (5)
- The Little Miami Scenic Trail runs 78 miles northeast from Cincinnati's outskirts to Springfield, OH. (22)
- There are 78 audiologists in the Cincinnati Metro area. (12)
- During the Great Blizzard of ’78 the U.S. Coast Guard flew 30 tons of food into Cincinnati for poor people. (11)
- According to the NCDC, the world record 24-hour snowfall of 78 inches occurred on Feb. 7, 1963, at Copper River County in Alaska. (33)
- 78 years ago Amelia Earhart disappeared over the Pacific. (14)
- Past and current LSU football coaches Lou Saban and Les Miles have the same winning percentage: 78%. (24)
- Jim Carrey is the 78th best movie actor of all time. (8)
- The 78th best opening line from a novel is: “The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.” (L.P. Hartley, The Go-Between, 1953) (3)
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
I’ve been 78 for over ten hours now. So far, it’s been pleasant, though I’ve been asleep most of the time. Two or three months ago I didn’t think this was going to be a significant birthday at all (e.g., in a league with 12 or 21 or 40), but now I think it should be added to the list. That’s because if you take all the childhood years from one to twelve and add them together (1+2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9+10+11+12), the total comes to 78. That more or less implies that age 78 is equal in significance to all the years of childhood combined. What a momentus year! Beyond that amazing fact, a prominent Internet numerologist explains that 78 is “the motor number of the whole Cosmos, before and after the manifestation.” (36) [Note: numbers in parentheses refer to sources at end.] I need to stay alert and appreciate each day for the next twelve months.
I started mulling over my new age when I went to my recent high school reunion. Nearly all of my high school classmates are now 78. I’d never been in a room filled with 78-year-olds before. I’d have to say there were a lot of positive vibes. As far as I can tell, 78-year-olds are into becoming great-grandparents, enjoy a cocktail or two, like to play a round of golf, don’t hear as well as they used to, are happy to be retired, and are no longer obsessed with getting ahead in the world. If anything, my classmates seemed more mellow and harmonious at age 78 than at any of our earlier reunions.
To help myself get organized, I’ve done some research on the various meanings of the number 78. I’ve been quite surprised about how personally relevant my new age is. Bengals offensive tackle Anthony Munoz, regarded as one of the greatest players in NFL history, wore Jersey #78 throughout his career in Cincinnati (30). I got my teenage introduction to Patti Page, Peggy Lee, and the McGuire Sisters on 78 r.p.m. records. Kate Winslet, one of my favorites, has been listed as the 78th best movie actress in history (15). Like me, newsmaker Bill Cosby turned 78 this year (13). Ambien sleeping pills, without which I’d never survive, are imprinted with the symbol E-78 (7). And that’s just the beginning. Here are more astonishing facts about 78 that I never knew:
All of these phenomena are inter-connected since they are all pieces of the motor number of the Cosmos. Just how they fit together is something I intend to figure out during the coming year. To tell the truth, I never gave much thought to being 78 when I was 20 or 30. Sixty was about as far ahead as I could imagine. But now that I’ve arrived, it’s time to make the most of it. All my 1955 high school classmates would agree with me that we’re a lot younger than, say, members of the Class of 1940.
(1) www.accuweather.com, "Menominee, MI";
(2) www.adweek.com, “78% of Twitter Users are International”;
(3) www.americanbookreview.org, “100 best first lines from novels”;
(4) www.biblegateway.com, “Psalm 78”;
(5) www.coursehero.com, "Cincinnati Facts";
(6): www.depts.washington.edu, “Media’s effect on body image”;
(7) www.drugs.com, “Imprints: E 78”;
(8) www.filmschoolwtf.com, “Top 100 Best Hollywood Actors Of All Time”;
(9) www.foxnews.com, “Pet Rock creator dead at 78”;
(10) www.galesburg.com, “Public defender appointed in 78% of cases”;
(11) www.gematthai.blogspot.com, "Great Blizzard of 1978";
(12) www.healthgrades.com, "Audiologists near Cincinnati, OH";
(13) www.imdb.com, "Born in 1937";
(14) www.infoplease.com, "News and Events of 1937";
(15) www.listchallenges.com, “Top 100 Actresses”;
(16) www.michigandnr.com, “The Escanaba Unit manages land in Menominee Co =- DNR”;
(17) www.books.google.com, "The Michigan Miner, Vols. 1-2, p. 41);
(18) www.money.cnn.com, “78 cents on the dollar”;
(19) www.nairaland.com, “World Happiness Report 2015 – Nigeria”;
(20) www.nameberry.com, "2014 Most Popular Names in the US";
(21) www.nytimes.com, “For Canada, U.S. Debates are old news”;
(22) www.railstotrails.org, "Ohio's Little Miami Scenic Trail";
(23) www.rottentomatoes.com, “Top 100 Movies of All Time”;
(24) www.secrant.com, “LSU winning percentage: Saban 78% Miles 78%”;
(25) www.spiritcommunity.com, “Meaning of Numbers 1-100 in the Bible and Dreams”;
(26) www.theguardian.com, “The 100 best novels”;
(ther) www.therichest.com, “Top 250 richest people in the world”;
(27) www.time.com, “Here’s How to Get a Dozen Krispy Kreme Donuts for 78 cents”;
(28) www.wikipedia.org, “78”;
(29) www.wikipedia.org, “78 (number)”;
(30) www.wikipedia.org, “Anthony Munoz”;
(31) www.wikipedia.org, “List of U.S. cities by population”;
(32) www.wikipedia.org, “Platinum”;
(33) www.wunderground.com, "World Record Snowfall?";
(34) www.wyzant.com, “The perimeter of a basketball court is 78 meters…”;
(35) www.youtube.com, “Surfer rides World Record 78 foot wave”
(36) www.ridingthebeast.com, “Number 78”
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Class of 1955, Menominee High School
I flew up to Green Bay last Thursday to attend the 60th reunion of my high school class in Menominee. It’s the fifth M.H.S. reunion that I’ve attended over the years. I always get nervous beforehand, but, as in the past, it turned out to be a lot of fun. Katja has accompanied me at previous get-togethers, but we didn’t want to put Mike, our one remaining sheepdog, in the kennel, and so I went alone this time.
I rented a car at the Green Bay airport. I don’t know whether or not it’s symptomatic of my aged mind, but the rental guy talked me into pre-paying for a full tank of gas for my Toyota Corolla. He said I could return it on empty and save about twenty cents a gallon. That sounded excellent, except, as I realized later, a full tank meant about 350 miles of driving, and it was only fifty miles from Green Bay to Menominee. I purposely drove around town twice as much as I normally would, but I only used up half a tank and wound up paying about $6 per gallon for the gas I used.
The Green Bay shore from Bob & Lois’ home
I’d arranged to stay in Menominee with our long-time friends, Bob and Lois A. Bob was one of my best friends in high school, and we’ve all gotten together every time that Katja and I have visited Menominee. Over the last decade Bob and Lois have built (with just the two of them doing all the work) a magnificent 6-bedroom home on the Green Bay shore. Katja and I have seen it in progress over the years, and it was a treat to stay at the finished product. Bob founded and continues to run a very successful manufacturing company in Menominee which specializes in high-quality wood-frame beds and mattresses (see ultimatebed.com). I slept on one of their firm’s mattresses, and I’d say it was the deepest sleep I’ve had in years. Though they didn’t attend the reunion, we spent a lot of time together, chatting about the old days and catching up and enjoying one another’s company. Lois made a photo album of our sheepdogs, Mike and Duffy, from one of our previous trips, and it brought a tear to my eye.
Mingling at the American Legion
The reunion events included a Friday evening mixer at the American Legion Hall on First Street and a Saturday evening dinner at Riverside Country Club. Our class had 153 graduates, and about seventy people (including spouses) attended the two events. As in the past, I was struck by how easy it is to reconnect with friends from one’s youth, even when you haven’t seen one another for many years. There weren’t any nametags at the Friday event, and I had difficulty identifying people, even when we had been close friends sixty or seventy years ago. Some people hadn’t changed much over the years, but many looked completely different. There was more gray hair than at past reunions, but people were lively and in good spirits. Whether true or not, everyone thought we were the best class in Menominee High School in our era, and there was a lot of felt solidarity. Reunions celebrate school and friendship ties during a crucial life stage, and they reaffirm many of our longest-lasting relationships. One of my friends had lost his wife of 47 years to cancer, but had remarried two years ago and had begun a new and happy life journey. Another had been discharged from a hospital in Marquette just hours before the reunion dinner, but was bound and determined to make it (which he did). A lot of my Washington Grade School classmates were there, and we had fun recounting childhood experiences. My teenage high school pals were also full of zest.
Most of my classmates are 78 this year, close to the average life expectancy for adults in the U.S. About a third of the members of our class are deceased, and, while it wasn’t mentioned much, I think that our late life stage was on people’s minds. People were glad to still be around, and they were glad to be wtih friends who’d been important all these years. A list of deceased classmates was read aloud to the group, and I was struck with how many meaningful and memorable experiences I’d had with the individuals mentioned. It was a shock to be missing such a big group of good people.
Electric Square in downtown Menominee
Whenever I’m home, I spend time driving and walking around Menominee and Marinette, taking photos and visiting various places from my childhood and adolescence. When I drove into town the first day, the local sights immediately aroused a flood of memories and emotions. I took a bunch of
photos in Henes Park and walked across the Interstate Bridge and back, doing the same. On Friday and Saturday mornings I went to all the Menominee yard sales as well as local thrift shops, the twin cities’ main antique store, and the M&M Plaza flea market. I walked about the downtown areas in Menominee and Marinette, had two cheeseburgers and a shake at Mickey-Lu’s, got a Menominee T-shirt at one of the shops in the Historic District and bought a couple of Menominee history books at the Spies Public Library. My cousins Ann and John Buscher and I enjoyed lunch at Culvers, catching up on family news. (Tossing my diet to the winds, I returned three more times to Culvers for their delicious frozen custard). My sister Vicki asked me to check out her property on the Menominee River, just adjacent to where our family home used to be, and it was pleasing to be at the beautiful riverbank once again.
Sally and Dave S.
My very first childhood friend, Sally S., was at the reunion with her husband Dave, and I helped arrange for them to come over to Bob and Lois’ house on Sunday morning. Bob, Sally, and I had been best of friends in high school, and that was an enjoyable mini-reunion in its own right. Lois made a crab salad for lunch, and then I was on my way back to Green Bay for my flight home. I ran into a major traffic jam at Green Bay, took the first exit available, and got a bit lost on my way to the airport. It didn’t matter much because my flight was delayed nearly an hour because of weather problems in Minneapolis. When I arrived at the Minneapolis-St. Paul airport, I only had 12 minutes to make my connection to Cincinnati. I ran through three big terminal buildings, finally hitched a ride on one of the airport golf carts, and arrived at the gate with about two minutes to spare. Katja was waiting for me in the Cincinnati airport, and Mikey was out in the car. It had been a quick and exciting trip. I was tired out and happy to be home again.
Saturday, July 4, 2015
It seems that our state legislators are drafting a bill to allow telephone companies to get rid of people’s landline phones.* You’d think the legislature wouldn’t have time for such matters, what with their anti-abortion and anti-voting rights initiatives, but the big phone corporations have been lobbying vigorously because they make larger profits on their newfangled devices. About three-quarters of Ohio households have landline phones, and 17% rely almost entirely on their landlines for phone calls.* What are these decent, salt of the earth people supposed to do?
When we call friends who are in their sixties or seventies, we almost always chat on our respective landline phones. But when we call young people (i.e., people below fifty), they often don’t even have a landline. This is a puzzling generational difference. I like to think it’s because the older group has a greater amount of accumulated life wisdom. Or there could be other factors too.
I’m a landline guy because that’s what I grew up with. In fact, our family’s landline was attached to the closet wall by a sturdy black cord. Having a cord on your landline phone is best. If your phone has a cord, you can always count on it to be in the same place. Since it runs on electricity, you never have to worry about the battery running down. Another advantage of landline phones is that you can call other people’s landlines when you know they’re not at home and talk to their answering machine instead. If you actually want to talk to somebody, it’s also better to call on a landline because the mother answers sometimes, the father sometimes, or sometimes one of the kids. It’s more of a family thing.
I only own a cell phone because Katja insisted on buying me one years ago. It’s very complicated and tricky. I only call five or six other people on it, so it costs about a dollar each time. I misplace the phone regularly, or the battery goes dead. When I silence it at the movies, I usually forget to turn it back on. Even when the volume is on, I often don’t hear it because it’s in my pants pocket.
I also don’t like the idea of taking a telephone with me wherever I go. That’s way too socially accessible. I could just avoid answering calls, but then people would suspect that I’m intentionally screening them out. Probably the biggest limitation of cell phones is that you rarely get calls from worthwhile groups like Rand Paul’s Super PAC or Mothers Against Drunken Children. How are you supposed to know where to send your money?
Sometimes people ask Katja and myself why we keep our landline since we each have a cell phone. That’s a silly question. We keep our landline because we’ve always had one. We use our landline when we’re in the house, and we use our cell phones when we’re not in the house. That’s just common sense. And it’s comforting to have double the number of telephones. I must admit that now I would find it difficult to give up my cell phone. I get nervous when I leave the house without it. It’s important to have it available when danger lurks, e.g., if your car gets trapped in the flood waters.
Whatever the case, if the legislature allows companies to terminate landline services, a lot of Ohio residents will be upset, myself included. In that eventuality, I’ll probably purchase a second cell phone and tie it with a string to the kitchen counter. At least I’ll have a modicum of security.
Monday, June 29, 2015
Duffy on his next to last day
We lost our beloved sheepdog, Duffy, last Friday. He’d been having trouble with what I thought to be a strained leg muscle as well as difficulty getting from a standing to a lying down position. We took him to the vet for diarrhea about ten days ago. In the following week Duffy began developing an increasingly severe limp. When we brought him back for a followup check, the vet did an X-ray of his right hind leg. The X-ray revealed that Duffy had bone cancer as well as a fracture in his lower leg. The vet said he was a tough old dog to be bearing up under all that pain. There weren’t any realistic options except euthanasia. I asked about bringing Duffy home for the weekend, and the vet said the fracture would get worse and the pain more severe. Katja and I bit the bullet and, with broken hearts, agreed that Duffy’s time had come. A technician gave him a shot with a sedative, and we sat on the floor with him while he became increasingly drowsy. Then the vet administered a large dose of phenobarbitol. I thought he was still breathing after a minute, but the vet said his heart had stopped. We cried a lot, as you might imagine, then sat with Duffy in the room for a while. We still can’t quite accept it. Duffy was a wonderful dog, a source of great joy in our lives for thirteen years. He was my companion on many camping trips and hikes in the forest. I’ll probably write some more about him in the near future, but for now it’s just a quiet, sad time.
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
When Mike and Duffy about a year old, we were walking on Ludlow Avenue and an oncoming pedestrian asked me what breed they were. “Old English Sheepdogs,” I said. The man chuckled and replied, “They don’t look that old.” Now it’s a dozen years later, and the dogs still don’t look that old. However, they actually are, having turned thirteen in April. The average length of life for the breed, as reported by owners, is 12.48 years. If they were humans, Mike and Duffy would be 92.
You wouldn’t guess the dogs’ ages from their temperaments and manner. They’re not cranky or grumpy in the least. As they’ve been since puppies, they remain sweet, affectionate, gentle, attached to their owners, and thoroughly enjoyable. However, they’re physically struggling because of severe arthritis in their hips. Both have trouble getting up from a lying down position. It’s difficult when they’re on the carpet and impossible from the hardwood floor. Mike can’t get up the stairs without help, and Duffy struggles going up and down, sometimes using only three legs. Lately he has had a lot of trouble sitting or lying down because of hip pain. Neither has been able to jump into the bed or the car for a long time.
More and more we find ourselves being caretakers for the dogs, particularly with respect to helping them get up off the floor. Because of their difficulties, I get anxious when we leave the house for any length of time, and I try to arrange schedules with Katja so that one or the other of us is at home most of the time. Last Saturday night we went out for almost four hours. The dogs were manically excited upon our return, but were unable to get up, and were very shaky on their hind legs when we did get them to stand.
I’m struggling to come to terms with the dogs’ aging, much as one might do with elderly grandparents. Several months ago the vet said we should count each day that we have with the dogs as a blessing. I think about that all the time. We’ve learned a lot of things from Mike and Duffy over the years. Now it’s about end of life issues. Despite their infirmities, the dogs remain happy, curious, and responsive to their loved ones. That’s a model for all of us to follow.
P.S. The photos of Mike and Duffy below were all taken last week. Mike has the all-white head; Duffy, one black ear.
Sunday, June 14, 2015
It’s no easy business being a dad. It takes hard work, perseverance, and a certain degree of sensitivity. Dads are forced to actually enter adulthood and stay more mature than the kiddies. We never got any lessons in school about fatherhood. We mostly learned from observing the role models around us. These are dads from Katja’s and my family who have been important in that endeavor.
Buck with Ami and David (circa 1955)
Here’s my Philly father-in-law Buck
Dad to Katja and David and Ami
He took them each summer to the Jersey shore
Where life was idyllic and balmy
David (front right) with Mandy (front left) (March 2012)
This is my brother-in-law David
Who raised Tyler, Jonny, and Mandy
They lived in the biggest house in Dixon
They’ve been lucky that David’s so handy
Vic with Steve (July 1944)
This is my own dad, Victor L.
Plus Steven and Peter and Vicki
Vic bought us all the ice cream we wanted
No wonder our palms were so sticky
Kent (left) with his son Thor and his twin brother Karl (ca. 1949)
My Uncle Kent ran the Menominee Drugs
Dad to Stewart and Kurt and Thor
He came back home with a Silver Star
From France in the Second World War
Ralph and Martha with John and Ann (ca. 1955)
Uncle Ralph operated the Marinette Drugs
His kids were Johnny and Ann
Ralph was a big-hearted and generous man
He loved to be home with his clan
Steve with Jennifer and Greg (ca. 1972)
My brother Steve’s family lives off in Seattle
There’s Jennifer and Jason and and Greg
Steve took them all fishing on Puget Sound
As a dad he was such a good egg
Peter with Chris (left) and Jessica (right) (ca. 2000)
Peter was head of our East Coast branch
His kids are Jessica and Chris
He always signed off saying “I love you”
It’s a habit that all of us miss
George with Abra (August 1982)
Vicki’s George, such a devoted dad
To Jacob and Abra and Rhys
He taught them many deep lessons in life
Most of all a commitment to peace
Dave with J (ca. 1972)
Here I am with our own son J
J was born in nine sixty-nine
We had many good times at the Cincy Zoo
Never once did I hear that J whine
J with L (left) and V (right) (April 2014)
Now J has become a dad on his own
In September V and L will turn seven
J is so devoted, loving, and caring
The kids’ lives are sort of like heaven
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Things I learned from the fathers in our family
From my father-in-law Buck I learned to be thrilled by one’s children’s doings.
From my brother-in-law David I learned to approach parenting with a quirky sense of humor.
From my dad Vic I learned to hold high expectations for one’s kids.
From my uncle Kent I learned to hold firm to a righteous path.
From my uncle Ralph I learned to be kindhearted and expansive with one’s family.
From my brother Steve I learned to introduce one’s children to a life of adventure.
From my brother Peter I learned to express boundless love to family members.
From my brother-in-law George I learned to be playful and creative as a father.
From my son J I learned to always be there for one’s kids.
If you put all of these together you would wind up with a Super Dad.
Love on Father’s Day,