History-making music group for UMM - morris mn

History-making music group for UMM - morris mn
The UMM men's chorus opened the Minnesota Day program at the 1962 Seattle World's Fair (Century 21 Exposition).

Thursday, March 14, 2019

Admissions scandal shows money is honey, indeed

A Minnesotan will describe the college admissions scandal as a "heckuva deal." Remember the book by Howard Mohr? "How to Speak Minnesotan?" We're in another of those times where, due to a bombshell news report, we might hear the comment out and around. "Man, the college admissions scandal, that's a heckuva deal, isn't it?"
The comment is in line with reserved Scandinavians: it indicates that we are following the news, paying attention, but we're not going to offer an opinion. It's risky to offer an opinion. Not that Minnesotans are averse to forming opinions - quite to the contrary - we just want to maintain a reserved face.
How might Scandinavians or anyone else form an opinion about the admissions scandal? I feel moved to react as someone who has made a financial gesture to UMM on behalf of my family. My deceased parents were synonymous with the U of M. Dad got his undergraduate degree from the U, taught at the U's St. Paul School of Agriculture in the 1950s, and then of course came to Morris to work hard launching our UMM. Mom worked on campus for many years and got the Martelle Award.
Me? I was a passive onlooker. I had lots of contact through my involvement with the Morris newspaper, owned by the family that has emerged as prime UMM benefactors: the Morrisons. I felt a sense of obligation to make a like gesture, given my parents' background. Let me put it this way: if it weren't for the Morrisons' gesture, most likely I would not have made one in the name of the Williams. A photo of my father directing music is across the hallway from the art gallery named for the Morrisons.
 
Clyde Johnson
Keeping up with the Johnsons too?
Through the years we got solicitations for the Clyde Johnson Scholarship Fund. I had feelings tugging at me that the Williams ought to be active in the same way. Dad and Clyde were the early prime movers in UMM music. My father was the music founder and the only music faculty in UMM's first year. All those glorious concerts were at Edson Auditorium. The auditorium is now part of an entity (?) that has the Morrison name.
For a while I thought maybe things were getting overdone with the Morrison name out there.
I was clueless about the trend of money from private sources - hell, from any sources - really taking over. Well, you might argue that of course money is essential. So yes, I'm not naive, it's just that for most of my life I subscribed to the idea that public colleges were simply funded by government in a consistent way. What do I know? So when in Rome, do as the Romans do.
I have contributed $ in my family's name and I'll likely contribute more. This will certainly happen when I croak but it could happen sooner. And, will I suggest a little more family recognition? Well maybe. Maybe it would be another framed photo display somewhere. All these things are negotiable, what we are learning in spades with the college admissions scandal. Such a "heckuva deal," eh?
"Money's honey, my dear sonny, and a rich man's joke is always funny." I learned that from Mad Magazine when I was a kid. It was a caption under a photo that showed Nelson Rockefeller with some well-heeled friends in suits and ties, yucking it up. I remember when Rockefeller, old Scrooge McDuck, had a press conference to announce his proposal for a "lottery" for military conscription. What he and so many other politicians deserved at that time was a robust retort of "f--k you." As much as Donald Trump comes across as a dangerous clown, he hasn't done anything even remotely as bad as promoting military conscription for a tragic war like Vietnam.
 
Complicated background
I recently had the opportunity to have our family fund be subject for an article in the U of M's "Legacy" magazine. I initially felt enthusiasm and said I'd be happy to do anything that helps the U of M.
On the other side of the coin, there are various stuffed-shirt community leaders in Morris, if not present then former, who would not like seeing my name in connection with a prestige U publication.
There was a time in our community's history when I clashed with a very powerful local labor union: the public school teachers. This reached a head in the late 1980s. To this day I stick with the opinions that I had.
Clashing with a powerful union can be dangerous. A union will fight you by any means they can think of, like promoting a meme that you are hopelessly stupid. I faced this in spades. There were orchestrated efforts to ruin me. The contrary elements toward me got a new person hired at the Sun Tribune, although I ended up outlasting that person at the place. That person had a spouse who was a division head at UMM. But then, that marriage became dissolved.
Your "creds" can be so important in this town. Me, all I had was my commitment to honest journalism, a passion for the whole craft and for life in general.
My parents owed everything they had to the U of M. My personal feelings don't reflect that kind of bond because I'm skeptical of higher education in general. I'm skeptical about public spending for education at all levels. Despite recent puffy pronouncements for the State University system ("Minnesota State"), in which we hear the cliche testament about education being so doggone important, we should cut back some. We should look at closing one or more of these institutions. We need to ignore the cliches.
We hear that high schools might be given a pass for canceling school days due to the weather. As if the kids are actually going to be hurt if they miss a few days of school. Preposterous. The issue here is really funding: if "x" amount of tax dollars are allocated for each day of school, isn't it problematic to outright cancel some days? I have suggested that taxpayers get a rebate check like in the days of Jesse Ventura.
Why don't we just cancel half the whole school year? Or, if we really want to apply common sense, let's re-structure the school calendar to reflect reality: have six weeks vacation in winter, beginning a week before Christmas, and have the other six weeks of vacation in summer. I've been told that teachers would recoil at this, that they would want consecutive vacation time. Teachers are always an irritating distraction.
 
"Almost" a magazine article
I cooperated with the U of M's "Legacy" publication to a great degree, we just didn't reach the finish line. What I did, was I typed an email to the Legacy writer that included everything I could think of in connection to the Ralph and Martha Williams Fund. So at that point all systems were go.
But when I was then requested to take part in an interview, I had to withdraw. There are people out there who, when noting any quote coming from yours truly in a U of M publication, will be so sensitive, so eager to portray me as a "dumb s--t" and to use other expletives when doing so - this is part of their nature - I could not continue.
I'm sorry Mom and Dad, but I have to live with reality back here on Earth.
 
A special-interest network
The public school teachers had affinity with UMM people because, they were in the same profession and were unionized also.
If you ever want to kill off giving to UMM, just allow another employee strike on campus with people and their placards on the outskirts. Motorists would drive by and honk their horns in a seemingly approving way - hogwash, most of these motorists probably wanted to cuss out the strikers. If all those strikers could be away from their jobs for so long, are their jobs even necessary?
Maybe the U of M doesn't need our money. Just find some obscenely rich celebrities and get them to dump money on you, in exchange for just letting their kids get through and get their prestigious degree. Maybe the kids wouldn't even have to attend class. Unethical? Well I suppose, but I wonder if this even matters anymore, today when we have a "grifter in chief" in the White House.
I don't think the road to heaven is paved with money. But then again, I have always been an outlier. I stick with my views.
 
Addendum: I was viscerally attacked by a teacher when I was in high school. Steve Poppe was there. Even at that young age I was probably starting to give the impression that I was a contrarian toward the teachers. So the teacher had his power in that moment. Years later I would enter the media and find I had my own power. Fair enough? John Stossel went through the same thing. He recalled being bullied when a kid, so when he got to work with a camera in the media years later, he found he could "turn the camera back on the bullies." Fair enough.
 
- Brian Williams - morris mn minnesota - bwilly73@yahoo.com

Sunday, March 10, 2019

Tigers to play Redwood Valley for #1 in 3AA-North

Ah, the weather
High school hoops helps counter the "down" mood resulting from the weather of late, wouldn't you say? Yours truly just got home after walking to and from town this a.m. (Sunday). I'm just going to neglect the driving until the springtime conditions come. They have to come soon, don't they?
I got downtown and found the snowed-in conditions to be worse than what I expected. DeToy's was closed. That was going to be my sanctuary this morning. I figured the old mainstay Willie's would be open. And yes it was. It was amusing to see the snow removal guy in the lot try to find places to dump snow as he opened up parking spaces. We are running out of space to deposit snow, n'est-ce pas? And it's a heavy snow this morning. It probably challenges the snow blowers. A friend reminds me that it's "heart attack snow." So I'm not going to shovel.
The snow is at present no impediment for yours truly 'cause I'm walking to and from town. Should be acceptable - I did the Twin Cities Marathon three times in the 1980s. Yes, my age is starting to get up there. My next birthday will be my Medicare birthday. Incidentally I had my breakfast at Caribou Coffee at Willie's. I was outraged at the prices. I had two biscuits and coffee. And for one dollar less, even considering the tip at DeToy's, I could have gotten their breakfast special of two eggs, sausages, toast, hash browns and coffee. And to think we used to get free coffee at Willie's.
 
Tigers 55, Minnewaska Area 50
OK so now it's on to a more fun subject for March: basketball. Unfortunately we're having to travel to Willmar. Don't you miss the days when we played so many games at UMM? Our boys hoops Tigers will play at Willmar on Monday night - it's the sub-section title game. This game could also be called the section semis. We're in 3AA. The game was supposed to have been played Saturday. Weather unleashed its fury. Hey it's mid-March, isn't it? Enough already.
Jaret Johnson was a standout for MACA in our win over rival Minnewaska Area. Johnson poured in 24 points. He connected three times from 3-point range in the Tigers' 55-50 win over the Lakers. The game might have seemed too close for comfort. The score was tied at halftime. The Tigers haven't exactly been burning the nets in first half play. We were behind at halftime in our game vs. ACGC. Well, we outscored the Lakers 32-27 in the second half.
Our win was No. 18. 'Waska ends its season with 18 wins too. In our previous game vs. Minnewaska, during the regular season, the Tigers were so dominant, the refs called for "running time" toward the end. But consider also that in these teams' first matchup this season, we lost. How to make sense of all this? What matters now is that we won in the playoffs, and now we're getting ready to face Redwood Valley Monday at Willmar.
Camden Arndt contributed 13 points to the winning effort Thursday. Jackson Loge cooled off considerably from the ACGC game - this time he had seven points. Durgin Decker put in eight. Jaden Maanum contributed three. Maanum and Decker each made a '3' to complement Johnson's three successes from long-range. Arndt and Loge each grabbed eleven rebounds while Johnson had eight. Arndt with his five assists led there. Maanum executed three assists. Johnson stole the ball three times.
The Lakers had two players in double figures: Grant Jensen (22 points) and Shawn Carsten (11). Here's the rest of their scoring list: Jack Blevins 7, Ryan Amundson 5, Austin Ver Steeg 3 and Luke Barkeim 2. 'Waska had a fair amount of success in 3-pointers led by Carsten who made two. These Lakers each made one: Blevins, Jensen, Amundson and Ver Steeg.
The Willmar paper quoted Jaret Johnson. A major reason I quit the Morris paper was management's expectation, expressed in writing, that I get quotes from student athletes, presumably on a frequent basis. I didn't see much of a point in doing this, and I'd feel uncomfortable doing this.
How will the travel conditions be for the Monday night game? Fans will have to drive home after dark. I'm glad I'm not obligated to make such trips, sorry. Have a good time.
 
Dave Evenson (from sr. perspective)
End of an era
Dave Evenson came into Willie's while I was there this morning (Sunday). All good things must come to an end, and the clock is ticking toward Barber Dave's retirement.
As of now we can't expect anyone replacing him as Morris barber. I plan on seeing him later this month with his retirement imminent, to get a haircut in which I'll ask him to make it real short. So, I can live with that haircut for a long time. I may eventually attack my hair with a pair of scissors.
And then after that? When I finally feel I need to see a hair cutter again? Probably I'll have to see a female cosmetologist. I haven't done that for a number of years. And when I get sat down and she applies the apron, I'll keep my hands outside of it and say "OK, I'll keep my hands where you can see them." That's a light-hearted reference to an event from Morris history, the kind of event that will not be preserved by the Stevens County Historical Society. Ah, there's all kinds of interesting characters in Mayberry, isn't there?
- Brian Williams, morris mn minnesota - bwilly73@yahoo.com

Friday, March 8, 2019

Jim Bouton's "Ball Four" was contrarian tome

(Note: It is coincidence that I am posting this on Jim Bouton's birthday, March 8. A friend just gave me the heads-up. We wish J.B. well on this day, at a time when he's dealing with serious health issues.)
 
How to explain the book "Ball Four" to young people of today? I guess it's like trying to explain the "Gong Show." The Gong Show had nothing in common with the talent shows on TV today, except in the most superficial way. If it wasn't a true talent show, then what was it? Ahem. That is a very difficult, or rather uncomfortable, question to answer. 
A book like "Ball Four" had to come along at that stage of our cultural history. The literary world was champing at the bit. (I guess it's "champing" and not "chomping.") 
Again I rather grope trying to explain all this. People my age are not proud trying to explain the deconstructionist wave that permeated so much of our culture back around 1970. What fed into this? Good question. 
We can cite the Vietnam war which tragically escalated partly because the journalism establishment in the U.S. was too compliant with government. Once the veneer of fraud was peeled away, there was a wellspring of anger. It colored my youth. It haunts me and many of my age. 
I've been to our local school and seen a poster that encourages kids to, among other things, follow directions, i.e. respect authority. The whole push to get the U.S. extricated from Vietnam required rejection of the respect/authority model. It was instilled in me so strongly, I probably could have used a deprogrammer eventually. 
I digested Jim Bouton's book "Ball Four" like so many young fans, mostly male. The book was an in-your-face rejection of the traditional sports book or sports biography. It showed human beings with none of their weaknesses stripped away. It seemed to revel in human failings and how our behavior can disappoint us. Mickey Mantle? He wasn't the Greek god type of soul that we may have felt he was. But did we really feel that? Maybe that in itself is myth. 
Again, "Ball Four" was deconstructionist in spades. It was hailed as a revolutionary sports book. It opened the door for imitators. Our heroes were exposing their navel, just as the Gong Show did on TV. Isn't life difficult and depressing? (And yes it's "navel" not "naval.")
 
And our elders just carried on
I'm sure the older generation was puzzled by the contrarian stuff. Puzzled and rather dismissive, I feel. "Oh, isn't that cute?" They wouldn't want to pay any mind, not after all they had been through with the Depression and World War II. They indulged their boomer kids. They put up with the annoying loud rock music. They did so with hardly a comment, yet they wouldn't choose to listen to this if you paid them. I don't think there was anything revelatory about human nature in "Ball Four" for them. They might be amused. Frankly, I think they'd shrug and just move on to other things. "Isn't that cute?" 
I was 15 years old in 1970. There was a wave of publicity about Ball Four in the media. The book gained attention due to complaints it was getting from the baseball establishment. We heard from people like Tony Kubek, the former Yankee on NBC's "Game of the Week." Kubek was confrontational with Bouton in an interview. I think Kubek realized this was the side of the fence he had to be on, if he knew what side his bread was buttered on. So much ado about small potatoes. 
For sure, "Ball Four" developed a cult-like devotion among a generation of male baseball fans who can today quote a lot of the potty-type humor from the book. The book was written in a time when excess consumption of alcohol was considered mature and amusing. 
I'd almost be embarrassed trying to explain Ball Four to a young person of today. The old deconstructionist template has had a stake driven through its heart.
What was the old cynicism like? I remember the movie "Bridge at Remagen," set in WWII but with an attitude about war cultivated during Vietnam. A soldier in a jeep is approached by a superior who says "you don't want the Russkies to beat us to Berlin, do you?" The guy in the jeep with an air of withdrawal says "think I should care?" A young person might be perplexed seeing this scene today. But such an air of shoulder-shrugging was common back around 1970. 
"Think I should care?" Maybe that defined the zeitgeist. 
It's important to me because it affected me. I enthusiastically digested "Ball Four." For better or worse I can quote a lot of the potty humor stuff. No need for me to show off doing that. 
Bouton dissed the traditional type of sports biography, the type that had the subject answer proper questions into a tape recorder. Then the author would tell the story in a sanitized way. Bouton and his fans would sneer at that. I'm of no mind to sneer today. I can understand both types of sports books, the proper kind and the more irreverent. I'm not stupid and I can understand there's always an underbelly to sports stories. Human nature is a given. 
A little of the deconstructionist stuff is not harmful. "Ball Four" just reveled in it too much. 
  
Yes, it could have been a case of bitterness
A high school friend of mine, Joe LaFave, summed up Ball Four by observing "Bouton was bitter." That assessment floats back into my mind now. Why? Here's what I think: Bouton's ability to pitch well in the majors gave him his greatest happiness in life. I don't think he has ever found a substitute for it. 
I suspect he'd try to deny that. He loved being a contrarian. But when he developed a sore arm after 1964, I think it devastated his psyche. You can tell reading Ball Four that Bouton reveled in being part of the Yankee glory. When his arm failed him - such a common thing to happen to pitchers then - he could see how he was getting put on the scrap heap, that no one cared about him in the same way anymore. Yes he was disposable. I think he was profoundly hurt. In many ways I cannot blame him. 
Surely these ballplayers entered their profession with the knowledge that the whole thing could well be meteoric, that there was hardly any guarantee they'd make the majors at all. Bouton crept in there and was in the spotlight to win two World Series games in 1964. He represented the Big Apple no less. Up there with Mantle. The Yankees of '60 through '64 took on an almost fairy tale-like quality. We sense this watching the Billy Crystal movie "61*." The Phil Linz harmonica incident had reach and gravitas (?), trivial though it was. 
Boomer boys were looking for idols as boys always do. Bouton's stardom ended ignominiously with a sore arm. Ah the pathos of our human experience. 
 
Ode to a conflicted guy
I'm pleased to have written a song about Jim Bouton. It could be called simply "Jim Bouton" or "Ballad of Jim Bouton." It's a strophic melody with two parts. I'm pleased to share the lyrics here. 
We feel for Bouton as his health issues seem to be mounting. Let's hope he copes as best he can. He is living in more idealistic times now. Kids need the old cynicism explained to them. It needs to be yanked from a time capsule.
History can repeat itself, oh yes it can.  
  
"Jim Bouton"
By Brian Williams

His name was Jim Bouton
And pitching was his game
For the pinstripe crew
Quite the winning brew
But it was not baseball
That got him so much fame
It was what he wrote so true

The life of a player was not so neat
The grass was not green everywhere
He wrote in his diary for all to read
The players were people laid bare

He bathed in the credo 
Of "give it all you've got" 
Throwing with such force
Knocking down the door
So hard was his fastball 
His cap would come right off
He is part of Yankees lore

He was in the limelight with Whitey Ford
The Yankees of yore we all loved
They played under Yogi in '64
And shone with their bats and their gloves

He soaked in the springtime
With newness in the air
Workouts in the South
Get the cobwebs out
As fans watched and wondered
Just how their team would fare
Bouton had his fastball down

And yet it is fleeting when your star shines
You'd better enjoy while you can
So Jim had his moments to seize the prize
To win all the love of the fans

He pitched in the Series
When Yankees were on top
Mantle in the groove
Maris in there too
And Jim had to figure
It would not ever stop
Optimism only grew

But fame can be fleeting for everyone
As even the Yankees would learn
And though they retreated from No. 1
Their image stayed classy for sure

So now Jim was seeing
His fortunes not so bright
Having to admit
Aging bit by bit
His arm was not able
To give him those great times
It was not his style to quit

So Jim found the savvy to find his course
Without any horsehide at hand
He found as a writer a whole new force
And "Ball Four" projected his brand

So then he got famous
For being just a scribe
He was in the news
With insightful views
He wrote of the grand game
With stories not denied
Of the escapades and booze

And though we loved Mickey with no restraint
We knew he was not a Greek god
The book only showed us his common strain
It really should not have seemed odd

So Jim had the ticket
To keep his baseball fame
How we loved "Ball Four"
Candid to the core
But don't you imagine
If he could have his way
He'd be on the mound once more

He saw the illusion that baseball sold
Of making the players out-sized
So Bouton portrayed them like mortal souls
So we knew they all laughed and cried

He pitched for the Pilots
In their brief history
So far from the Bronx
Far from those horn honks
The fans in Seattle
Could see the big league teams
With enjoyment they all watched

And Jim liked the city aside from sports
He talked of the art galleries
The team was expansion, a long-shot horse
So it came and went like a breeze

He pitched in the minors
Vancouver was the place
Mounties was their name
There in Triple-A
And then he was vaulted
Into a pennant race
It was like the good old days

So he was in Houston to feel the love
The Astros were playing with style
With Jim and his knuckler they made their run
And surely they made the fans smile

And when it was over
His work had just begun
Going through his notes
All the things he wrote
He went on a mission
To tell it like it was
Players are just normal folks

He saw all the pathos and broken dreams
Of players who would rise and fall
And yet there was laughter behind the scenes
So live for the moment, you all

His name was Jim  Bouton
And pitching was his game


- Brian Williams - morris mn minnesota - bwilly73@yahoo.com

 Jim with the Pilots, '69 (image from pinterest)

Friday, March 1, 2019

Mike Miller, RIP

Mike Miller
Was surprised and saddened to learn of the death of Mike Miller recently. This is the Mike Miller who was Native American and worked as an administrator at UMM. He had the common touch. I have always like that when I see it in UMM people.
We'd talk at McDonald's sometimes, or at the entry to Willie's in the morning, back when my breakfast of choice was often a bismark and free coffee for a grand total of 65 cents. There is no free coffee at Willie's anymore. The idea of any kind of decent breakfast for 65 cents is being retired into the historical dustbin.
Back when my father and our neighbor Les Lindor were alive, they'd get together often and go to Willie's to take advantage of the free coffee and to socialize. Bless these Depression-era guys who were great for watching every penny spent, gravitating to bargains.
I don't get around nearly as much as I used to, so I don't know if Mike Miller had a decline with health issues or if his death was sudden. At any rate I'll miss him. He often showed the wisdom of a cynic, cutting through the pretense of various people and institutions when it was called for. He saw no upside in trying to engage the most extreme political conservatives on campus. He gave advice on this in a succinct way, as he told me: "Don't do it."
 
Vivid perspective on a Morris tragedy
Mike shared with me more than once some pretty specific recollections of the goalpost incident at UMM. These were not recollections that UMM-oriented people would like to see publicly shared. He said that whenever something like this happens within the University, everyone's first instinct is to make sure the U doesn't get sued. There's logic to that to be sure, still it seems cold, at least in my eyes. I didn't take notes in these conversations so I didn't report on them via my online platforms. I sometimes wondered if he'd be willing to sit down as I took actual notes, but I figured he'd have reservations. So I just left these conversations in the context of conversation between friends while sipping our "senior coffees" at McDonald's, not free but pretty reasonable.
I have my own recollections of the day in 2005 when the goalpost came down. I shared these in a blog post several years ago. I wasn't at the field when it happened and I was actually reprimanded for that by the head person at the Morris newspaper. I don't see how any of my photos of that would have been allowed to see the light of public print anyway. I got requests for any photos I might have from the national media.
I was at the game in the first half doing my usual thing. The whole first half. Seemed a reasonable commitment especially considering we covered several football teams. There were always people in this community eager to jump on me for being "lazy." Regardless of the hours I actually worked, I'd hear this tired pathetic refrain from certain people, people pulling their hair out because of certain impulsive emotions.
One letter writer in the paper criticized me openly on allegations of being "lazy." That letter from someone I had never met, prompted a complete mess. I feel sorry for my co-workers who had to get dragged into it. Most likely my career at the paper got mortal wounds from that. I left the paper in June of 2006.
When I finally got to see videotape of the goalpost incident on a fleeting basis on KSTP, I was struck by how out of control the scene really was, worse than I had thought. Kids were up on the goalpost causing it to wobble. Sam Schuman would later say in some sort of hearing somewhere - I recall reading about it online - that if he had to do it over again, he would have made a personal plea to the kids. At the time he stated that the students involved had done something "foolish." I suppose that made them feel worse about it. I should have saved the summary of the hearing from the web so I could call it up today. I wish someone had their video recorder on for the KSTP report, so that video could be preserved on YouTube. It would be both tragic and instructive, instructive on how not to let things get out of hand.
 
Can I just eat my pizza?
The incident reminded me of how I could never really set aside personal time for myself. I was at Pizza Hut that evening simply trying to enjoy supper, when I found myself being exposed to talk about the incident from a nearby table of students. Right away I guess I was supposed to put on my cape, as it were, and furiously start scribbling. Today I'm relieved of all that pressure.
It's too bad my job at the paper was an all-or-nothing proposition. I have not worked for the past 12 years. I am not happy about that but I have lost self-confidence about doing much.
I do miss seeing Mike Miller out and around just like I'll miss other old acquaintances like Sherman Waage and Bill Rickmeyer. Sherman visited us when my parents had a birthday, on behalf of our church of First Lutheran. That's the "liberal" church that allows gays to be ministers, for which I'm happy and grateful. Bill Rickmeyer is gone too. What a dedicated person to veterans' causes.
Morris will never be the same without any of these people. I hope they are all memorialized in a meaningful and permanent way online, the way I have sought to do for my parents. A gravestone accomplishes so little. We can do so much more for the memory of those people with online remembrances and photo albums.
Mike Miller RIP. He had a wonderful way of sharing about the pathos that we often observe in life!
- Brian Williams - morris mn Minnesota - bwilly73@yahoo.com