My grandson Madden Chemsak completed an interview with WSMV television about his published book The Loneliest Airplane.
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"Clean white paper waiting under a pen is a gift beyond history and hurt and heaven." --John Ciardi "The Gift"
NO EXCUSE
I watched the NFC playoffs the other Sunday and saw the
spectacle that overshadowed the game. A couple of nights ago I watched a
documentary on J.D. Salinger. On any given night, reports of famous people
acting badly are broadcast over the television and countless social media. To
be honest, I’m over such behavior.
Richard Sherman turned a dramatic ending of the playoff game
into something dark and disgusting. A total of 56 million viewers watched
Sherman contort his face and rant against an opponent. He called the San
Francisco receiver “sorry” and informed the public that he is the best
cornerback in the game.
His behavior is another example of the egocentric stars who
are too ready to promote themselves to the public. What happened to being a
gracious winner? Watching the mouthing and self-congratulatory demonstrations
by players on the field screams that “gracious” is a word from the past.
Sherman tried to defend his reactions by saying that he was
still amped up from the adrenaline that flowed during the game. His coach Pete
Carrol let us know “that’s who he is.” Oh, we’re supposed to excuse such crude
behavior because “that’s who he is?”
Here’s the thing: other players who have been involved in
tension-filled contests haven’t run their mouths with such tirades. Their
adrenaline was pumping just as much, but they knew that stomping on an
opponent, whether you like him or not, isn’t an acceptable way to behave, no
matter what pitiful excuses he or his coach offers.
J.D. Salinger must not have been such a nice guy. Folks who
knew him said he often was difficult. One woman said that he did things when he
wanted to; that’s just the way he was and people had to accept him on his
terms. I’m not so sure that any person has to be accepted when he or she is rude,
demanding, and inconsiderate.
I read The Catcher in
the Rye and liked it. However, I don’t agree with the person in the
documentary who stated that Holden Caulfield was the quintessential teenager.
Life at that age is difficult for plenty of folks, but I’m not so sure young
people react to it in the extremes that Caulfield did. Yes, the book is a
classic, but it’s not necessarily the bible for teenage behavior.
Television and music personalities make the news for their
outrageous behaviors. In the last couple of weeks, teenage heart throb Justin
Bieber reportedly vandalized houses and has been arrested for DUI. Kanye West
is notorious for tirades that interrupt events and bad-mouth others. These
days, Lindsay Lohan puts more hours in front of a judge than a camera. We’re
told that all these people are to be pitied because their lives of fame and
fortune are so hard. I can name one hundred people right now who would change
places with them and do so without ever getting in trouble. No excuses exist
for accepting the poor behavior or the rich and famous.
These days we hear of troubled youth and the shocking things
they do. In many cases, the reasons for their acts include such things as
divorce, parental death, boredom, or some disorder. Life is tough. Sometimes
bad things happen, and yes, they can become stumbling blocks. At some point,
however, excuses don’t work anymore. My dad died when I was 13, and yes, I did
some things of which I’m not proud. When I went to college, I realized that
success or failure depended on me and my actions, not the things that had
happened in the past. I believe the time has come for us to expect more
responsible actions from folks; the days of excusing improper behavior because
of something that happened years ago are over.
Yes, I’m on a rant, but we older folks just don’t understand
how every misdeed a person commits is somehow someone else’s or some
condition’s fault. We, too, goofed up, but most of us learned from our mistakes
and from the spanking or other punishment our parents offered. The simple fact
is that there weren’t any excuses then and shouldn’t be now.
AXING MY FAVORITES
Maybe it's that I am more often grumpy these day, or perhaps
it’s that I am more observant of the things that occur. Just maybe it’s because
the filter that set a five-second delay between my thinking and saying things
is gone. Whatever it is, I’ve discovered that some things just raise my ire.
Of
late, it’s been the “squawk box,” that electronic device that first made its
way into homes across America when members of my generation were still small
children, that’s aggravated me.
When we were kids, three television stations were available,
but our house only got two of them since a special antenna was required to pick
up Channel 26. Our favorite shows included “Perry Mason,” “Gunsmoke,” and
“Captain Kangaroo.” We’d even sit in front of a tiny screen and watch Cas
Walker’s program. By midnight the only things left for viewing were television
“snow” or test patterns.
Fast forward to today, and at the touch of a remote control,
hundreds of channels and thousands of programs are available. Stations never go
off the air, even if they have to sell air time to some guy peddling knives,
pots, pans, or all-natural vitamins.
How come it is that I can channel surf on most evenings
without ever finding an interesting show? I whine that “there’s nothing on
television.” It’s my truth because few of the most popular shows on networks
interest me at all. I refuse to watch “reality” television; I must live in a
parallel universe because none of those ridiculous programs resemble any of my
reality. The only salvation I find isn’t from the religious channels but from
sports stations.
If a lack of programming weren’t bad enough, stations seem
to be spying to discover my favorite programs so that they can cancel them.
Years ago, George Kennedy starred in “The Blue Knight.” Yep, they canceled it.
Ed Asner held the lead role in “Lou Grant,” and sure enough, it was canned. I
know that the Korean War had to come to an end, but many Americans were
devastated when “MASH” concluded.
Perhaps the most upsetting cancellation came when “The West
Wing” ended. Martin Sheen was the kind of president that the entire country
wanted and deserved. Sure, he could only serve two terms, but the creators and
station should have slowed the pace of the program so it could have stayed
around longer.
It’s cruel and unusual punishment to “can” a show that is so
popular. Many Americans plan their weekly activities around shows, or they
record them to view later. For years, networks have sucked us in with good
shows. Then, they subject us to endless commercials about insurance and beer
and erectile dysfunction between show segments. Just when we come to expect the
program to air, it’s moved to a new night, which usually means the program is
on its way out or it is being paired with a loser in an attempt to save an
inferior product.
These days, I’ve tried not to get attached to a new program
but failed miserably. I appreciate watching “Judge Judy” excoriate individuals
who choose to air their problems to millions. “Person of Interest” intrigues me
because it’s a show that might well mirror some of the technology that is
available today. “The Crazy Ones” is good because Robin Williams has always
been my favorite funny guy.
I know it’s only a matter of time before the shows I enjoy
are axed. It’s inevitable. Maybe I’d be better off sticking with PBS or MSNBC
shows. Their programs seem to have
longer shelf lives than other favorites of mine. What would be nice is
to have one channel that would air only the shows I’ve liked. Of course, before
long, the powers-that-be would begin cancelling canceled shows. It sure is
cruel treatment.
NO NEWS IS GOOD NEWS!
Here in the volunteer state, news stories dripped in over
the last couple of week. Oh, Christmas and New Year’s Day have come, and a
peppering of break-ins and fires have made the nightly news programs. For the
most part, however, not much occurs during this time of year. The result is
that the normal becomes the spectacular.
Some television stations report car wrecks. I’m not talking
about the ones where serious injuries or even fatalities occur. No, I’m talking
about the ones where cars slide off the road when they hit slick spots and then
plummet into a ditches. I am all for traffic safety, and anyone who crashes has
my sympathies, but come on, nearly 17,000 car wrecks happen each day, so
they’re not newsworthy.
The flu always seems to garner plenty of air time. Each year
newscasts drown viewers with reports of the latest strands of flu and the
effects of them. I think I’ve had the flu one time and don’t recall the
experience as being a pleasant one. Over the years, colds and bronchitis (when
I was a smoker) laid me low. The truth is that the flu bug, colds, and
upper-respiratory ailments hit us Americans this time each and every year. It
can’t be news to us. Perhaps a better story might be about how dumb we are for
not taking a flu shot to avoid the misery.
Just the other night a local channel reported that three
hikers had been rescued after being lost in the Great Smoky National Park. I
was glad to hear it until the story went on to report what those rescued said.
It seems that they weren’t prepared for the cold weather or snow, and those
things contributed to their becoming lost.
What? Unless I’ve been unconscious or completely screwed up
most of my life (some would say that assessment is correct on both counts), the
end of December and beginning of January are part of the winter
solstice. If
that is true, then it automatically means that the temperatures will be low in
the mountains. It also stands to reason that snow is a good possibility at
higher elevations. So, what’s all this about not being prepared for conditions?
If these individuals are that mentally weak, they shouldn’t be allowed out by
themselves at any time. Let’s don’t give air time to show how short on
intelligence they are.
The last few days stations have proven just how starved they
are for stories. The majority of the news time has discussed the cold weather
here in Tennessee, as well as the rest of the country. Snow storms and frigid
temperature hammer several states to the north and east. Even as far south as
Florida, temperatures are expected to drop into the teens.
Here in Knoxville, the prognosticators call for temperature
in the single digits with windchills dipping into minus numbers. Some reports
advise how to keep pipes from freezing and what to do with outside pets.
Are we really that stupid? I’m a native Knoxvillian, and I
can recall multiple times when the temperatures dropped as low as today’s
forecasted ones. In fact, one year the temperatures were so low that my car
froze to the driveway, and I had to call AAA to unstick it. Knoxville recorded
the lowest temperature in the nation with a -24 (January 21, 1985). Eleven days
later my son Dallas was born, and the temperatures still hovered around the
bottom of the thermometer.
In case anybody didn’t get the memo, IT’S WINTER! That
usually means that temperatures plunge and, albeit infrequently these days,
snow can fall. Many of us have crawled under houses to wrap water pipes with
newspapers or to thaw them with hair dryers. Only the cruelest persons leave
pets outside during unusually cold times. They should be the real new story.
Attention should be on their acts and the trials that sentence them to prison
for such terrible deeds. But the fact is that winter, even with all its
freezing temperatures and piles of snow, isn’t news; it’s life. Now, folks who
are hardest hit have our thoughts and prayers, but if they want to avoid such
times, they might consider moving wise south of the Mason-Dixon Line, where
temperatures are moderate.
I’ll be glad to see spring come. The terrible stories of the
winter will be long gone. However, on a slow news day we will probably hear
about all the rain and soggy weather that is coming. I, for one, would just as
soon not hear anything about the weather other than the highs, lows, and
chances of rain. If no important news is available for the day, a rerun of
“Judge Judy” suits me fine.
Capturing Life on Canvas
We left for Nashville a couple of days before Christmas, and
because Lacey’s family was visiting the other grandparents in Huntsville,
Alabama, Amy and I had a chance to go someplace a little special. Our choice
took us to the Frist Center to view the Norman Rockwell exhibit. That Sunday
afternoon turned into a wonderful time to see up close the work of an artist
that has inspired millions for almost a century.
One of the first paintings visitors espy and then spend
several minutes viewing is titled “Discovery.” It depicts a young boy who finds
a Santa Claus suit in the bottom drawer in his dad’s dresser. The child’s look
expresses the shock and disappointment when one of life’s most magical beliefs
crumbles. All of us remember when Santa disappeared from our lives. It happened
for me one Christmas when I heard my parents sneaking presents under the tree
after we’d gone to bed. Our bedroom was directly across the hall from the
living room, so only the slightest noisy would wake us up. It was hard to
believe that Santa was our parents. That shock was only equaled with the news
from older boys about how Jim and I “really” came to be. Sometimes in life, discovering
things rocks our worlds.
Another painting, “Skinny Dipping,” shows a group of boys
and a dog running, presumably, from a person who has caught them swimming in
some forbidden area. A lifetime ago, the Ball Camp boys rode bikes over the
ridge to Karns on our way to Beaver Creek. We found a deep spot in that winding
creek and stripped naked to jump in the water and cool off on a summer’s day.
Like most things in youth, activities that are forbidden become the things that
bring the most fun. That includes smoking rabbit tobacco and paper from grocery
bags or swiping water melons from a farm.
The painting titled “Blessing” brings back plenty of
memories for us older Americans. At every supper and dinner, our family began
with “God is great, God is good/Let us thank him for our food…” Those words
blessed the food we ate from the earliest times I remember.
On one occasion, Jim and I came to the table still goofing
off as we boys were wont to do. We began saying the blessing, but half way
through, we got tickled and burst out in laughter. Daddy did not take to our
behavior at all, and before we could blink our eyes, he had scooped us up and
swatted our behinds. We stood crying, and upset over his reaction, and Daddy
hopped in the car and drove off. He came home after a while, and we all made
up. By the way, no one ever laughed during another blessing.
Maybe the best painting by Rockwell is titled “Going and
Coming.” The dual scene shows a car packed with family and pets and supplies
for a fun-filled day at the lake. Kids are squirming, and parents are smiling
as they make the journey. On the way home, it’s a different story. The kids
wear looks of exhaustion. Mom holds the youngest in her lap, and it appears as
if any moment she might pass out. The father’s exasperated look indicates he
needs to arrive home soon to escape too much family togetherness. The
grandmother wears the same scowl on both sides of the trip. Even the dog’s
energy is depleted on the long ride home. Rockwell captures the true sides of
events in most families’ lives.
I wonder what Norman Rockwell would choose as settings for
paintings today. Surely one would include a computer or video game or cell
phone. Another might well depict the struggles of today’s middle class as folks
try to keep up with prices with faltering wages. He might even take to the
canvas to portray the mindless babble and intransigence that comes from our
nation’s government. What’s for sure is that Norman Rockwell is the master of
capturing the essence of American life from decades in the past. We all should
be thankful that so much of his work available and that it memorializes life as
so many have known.
If you get a chance to attend the showing, take it and be
amazed by the man’s work. If not, check out a book of his work and spend some
time with family looking at those paintings and the messages they present.
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