Jimmy Webb's "MacArthur Park" a multi-layered gem

I got introduced to "MacArthur Park" thanks to big band jazz. The song was a gold mine for arrangers of big band jazz music. Its multi-tiered melody lent itself to such treatment. Remember, it's a cantata. Its extended length went against the grain of the kind of music that found its home on radio.

How good is the song? Consider the number of performers who have done "covers." Those performers have come from disparate fields. I consider the song as reflecting rare genius and inspiration. The complex melody is at the opposite of the spectrum from the three-chord template, not that there's anything wrong with a good three-chord song. Anyone can think up a three-chord song and make it reasonably appealing. Fine.

But the wellspring for a melody like "MacArthur Park" comes from an inscrutable and mysterious place in the soul.

There's no science for composing such a melody. An irreverent soul might suggest "drugs." I suspect it's myth that drugs have much or anything to do with creating good music. Creating good music comes from a sense of craftsmanship and from the discipline that accompanies mastering something. Still, there's no scientific way to put the words and music together like in "MacArthur Park."

Is it inspiration? Is that the wellspring? John Lennon might talk about the inspiration behind a certain song, but I would suggest it was more of an idea, something where there was no real investment of emotion. Emotion isn't the key to being successful at anything, though it's fashionable to suggest it is. Was Jimmy Webb really broken up by a dissolved relationship when he wrote "MacArthur Park?" Or did he just conceive of a song that explored the wreckage of a broken relationship, in the abstract and with no real fixation on himself?

I guess I'm presenting this as a rhetorical question. Emotions cloud your judgment. Writing a successful song requires a sober sense of focus - incredible focus - that taps the craft or skillset of songwriting. Songwriters have fun later on talking about all the "inspiration." Such talk builds fascination with a song. Much can be balderdash.

 
An instrumental made its mark

My first exposure to "MacArthur Park" came through Maynard Ferguson and his big band. Ferguson's incredibly sharp recording under the guidance of the superior British studio system, mesmerized a generation of high school jazz band students. (Jazz band was more often called stage band back then, as "jazz" seemed edgy for parents' tastes.)

Wow! Maynard showed his characteristic high-note mastery. The arrangement was incredibly tight. Some fine improvisation was featured. Maynard's version vaulted his comeback that put his music in the mainstream of current tastes. Those British music minds had things all figured out.

Previous to this album, Maynard did a series of understated, rather esoteric jazz-oriented albums. Maynard had a "down" period with his "chops" too. With his album "M.F. Horn" that included "MacArthur Park," Maynard took a significant new step that guaranteed his long-term popularity with the young jazz (or stage) band folks.

Of course, the primary tributes to this song should focus on the lyrics as much as the melody. Webb composed the song in the summer and fall of 1967. In a fateful move, he brought his new cantata piece to the group "The Association" which turned it down. The Association had a chance to be associated permanently with an iconic piece, a ground-breaking "concept" piece that went so far beyond the standard three-minute song template.

 

"Lost love" supplies the grist

The cover story for the song's lyrics was Webb's breakup with significant other Susie Horton. Horton would marry Robert Ronstadt, cousin of Linda Ronstadt.
Webb and his transitory lover would socialize at MacArthur Park, a real place. Indeed, Webb would tell us that everything in the song was real.

The material was not, as they'd refer in '60s parlance, "psychedelic." The "cake left out in the rain" was genuine imagery, Webb would tell us.

The two lovers occasionally met for lunch at this park in Los Angeles. He incorporates the "old men playing checkers by the trees."

Believe it or not, Webb wrote two smash songs as the fallout from a deteriorated romance. In addition to "MacArthur Park," we got "By the Time I Get to Phoenix." Yes, Webb may have been devastated by the unraveling of the amorous tie, but he'd take his two hit songs over any chance to re-kindle the embers, I'm convinced! So much for love conquering all. A songwriter has to pull teeth just to get a fraction of the success that those two songs represented. It's the pinnacle, it's reaching the summit of Everest. True love can be put on hold, Kemosabe.

Music producer Bones Howe helped lay the foundation for "MacArthur Park." He produced recordings for The Association. Guys my age have a vivid memory of Association songs like "Cherish" and "Windy," once heard in constant rotation on KDWB Radio in Minnesota. Our deejay was "Tac" Hammer, remember y'all.? Howe thought up a challenge for Webb, to write and compose a classically structured song with several movements that could be played on the radio.

Webb wrote a song that begins as a poem about love, then moves into a lover's lament. There are four sections or movements. It's no surprise that bandleader Stan Kenton eventually seized on this song. He very self-consciously promoted sophistication. Kenton had a flute featured on melody at the start. Maybe Kenton was just trying to keep up with his old bandmember Maynard Ferguson. Those bands truly ate up "MacArthur Park."

 

Giving the original its due

But us young jazz fans erred if we didn't pay attention to the original version with those lyrics. I very belatedly began studying the latter. The Association rejected the song because of its length, complex structure and unorthodox lyrics. The length issue was very real then.

The door opened for Richard Harris to make his pop music debut. The recording was done in December of 1967 in Hollywood. Instrumental overdubs followed. The song was put on Harris' album "A Tramp Shining." The song did well considering the length issue.

Webb gave us a true musical backdrop for the '60s, a hyper-alive decade but one with the horrible cloud of the Viet Nam war. Webb gave us "Up-Up and Away." I wonder how Webb felt when the Association rejected "MacArthur Park." You know what? Successful music composers understand rejection better than anyone. They must master patience and resilience.

Richard Harris was primarily an actor. But this worked for bringing across "MacArthur Park" as genuine, as he essentially "read" the lyrics with a sense of drama. He did the recording soon after starring in the movie "Camelot." He'd go on to play "Professor Dumbledore" in the first two "Harry Potter" movies.

It has been said that Harris brought a kind of theatrical dignity to "MacArthur Park" and other songs. We learn that "MacArthur Park" has been covered by 150 to 200 artists. What a testament to the artistry. Donna Summer recorded a disco version in 1978 that climbed to No. 1. Disco could be a vehicle for compelling art just like any other music genre.

Trivia: Webb's original lyrics mention that the "cake" was "laced with hashish." Oh no. Legalities ensured that wouldn't fly.

 

Here's a toast to brass

Maynard Ferguson rode the gravy train of this song through the whole concluding chapter of his brassy career. Sometimes it was brassy to a fault. But oh well, his fans loved the ten-minute jazz instrumental of "MacArthur Park" on the 1993 release "The Essential Maynard Ferguson." His original cover of the song came out in 1970.

Surely you remember that Weird Al Yankovic parody of the song that told the story of Jurassic Park. A dinosaur ate a lawyer in the movie, we were reminded in the lyrics, which showed that "dinosaurs weren't all bad."

I write topical songs and I doubt that I could ever write a meaningful song about love or love lost. I have no romantic background with the opposite sex. Oh, I'm not gay either. I would have to write about love in the abstract. I'd risk trotting out stereotypes just as stale as the old "Hollywood kiss."

Maybe someday I'll say "spring was never waiting for us, girl."

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

Don Cheadle's "Miles Ahead" (2015) needs more joy

(image from Roger Ebert site)

I discovered jazz because of Maynard Ferguson. I fit the profile of the typical "M.F." fan in the 1970s. We were always told he was a jazz artist. Jazz wasn't exactly the thing that attracted us to his playing. Because we continually heard about jazz, we thought we ought to check out the genre. We heard about Miles Davis, a trumpet player like Ferguson.

The trumpet is an odd instrument. There is a fine line between tasteful, powerful trumpet playing and a chafing effect. Davis owes many of his record sales to Ferguson. The youth who discovered Ferguson and other bandleaders in the 1970s began sifting through record bins and finding some fascination with Davis.

I must be brutally honest here. Go ahead and call me clueless. I have no natural inclination to listen to Davis. All that cool and bebop jazz sits out there fat and content in its pure artistry. I won't say there isn't a level of sophistication. But I'm relying on the judgment of others. None of that stuff gets me excited. I spent money on some of those vinyl records because the music intelligentsia was wowed by those artists.

I took a course in jazz at St. Cloud State University. It was not a course in which we would perform. It was a classroom study of the genre. I appreciated getting this knowledge. I learned things I didn't know before. It did not open the door for me truly liking to play a lot of the cool and bebop material. I listened to it out of a duty to try to understand. All us young, corduroy-wearing trumpet players (mostly male, let's admit) were lifted to ecstacy by Maynard and his band. We needed to admit to ourselves that it wasn't the jazz that attracted us. It was the full, powerful brassy sound of these bands, bands that often did covers of popular music.

Maynard did an arrangement of "MacArthur Park" that would elevate this fascinating man to the stratosphere of popularity, at least with that corduroy-wearing demographic. It ensured his place in the pantheon of bandleaders. Yes, those rowdy mobs at Ferguson concerts went crazy cheering for the improvisation by bari sax player Bruce Johnstone. Johnstone was a skinny man who looked like he might be challenged holding up that big bari instrument. All his solos sounded the same to me. We cheered because we were in the mood to cheer. We wouldn't have spent a nominal amount of money to hear Johnstone if he were top-billed. He and a couple bandmates finally left M.F. to form a group called "New York Mary." I suckered for buying their album. I'm not aware of them making any noise after that. Most often with those M.F. guys, you'll find when researching them today that the M.F. part of their background seems to define them. It was as if the M.F. band was a euphoric high that couldn't be replicated.

 

Mad for Maynard, interested in Miles

I emphasize Ferguson in this post because his flock was steered in the direction of appreciating the jazz artists whose work did not tend to induce wild ovations. We're talking Miles. You could impress your friends by saying you were into Miles Davis. You were "hip."

I watched the movie "Miles Ahead" (2015) which gives us a glimpse of Davis' life.

I hate to just repeat myself, but again I'll write as I did about the movie "Pollock" about the modern art guy, Jackson Pollock. I always have to verify the spelling of his name to make sure I don't spell it like it's a "Polack joke." Remember them? They were big in the 1960s but have disappeared. My main point about the movie "Pollock" was that it gave us the Hollywood stereotype of a brilliant artist who had all sorts of dysfunctional aspects with his personality and lifestyle. These artists are self-destructive as they appear on the screen.

There is a danger here. Young people can view these profiles, as with Hunter Thompson, and think the dysfunctional traits are part of being brilliant. These guys all had to be serious students of their craft before gaining fame. Fame itself can do bad things to people. They have their run and then they can slide downward, having acquired vices and perhaps getting jaded by having to deal with the business interests of their fields. So, they can seem rather pathetic.

We learn nothing in the movie about Pollock about how he developed under Thomas Hart Benton. I recall it only being mentioned once. Miles Davis studied at the Julliard School. He must have been a serious student for a time. The movie suggests he just picked up a trumpet and started playing some magical notes. As if his genius just sprang from the ether when he wasn't sniffing coke.

Hollywood worries that a movie can hurtle into boredom if the serious aspects of these guys get attention. Instead, Hollywood asserts "let's have a movie about Miles Davis that springs right out of the world of Starsky and Hutch." That's the primary point I wish to make about "Miles Ahead," the contemporary movie about Davis starring Don Cheadle.

A reviewer said "we know this isn't going to be a by-the-numbers History Channel book report." Well yes, we don't expect the real biographical approach, but then what license is acceptable? Do we really need to see Davis as sort of a lowlife willing to impulsively deck a journalist at his door? Don't you think a man this famous had to develop some gentlemanly traits, to at least be expedient some of the time? Young people who decide to behave in the edgy manner will have doors slammed on them. I almost wonder if the Davis movie conforms to a certain stereotype about African-Americans.

I watched this movie mainly out of a sense of obligation. I wanted to be pleasantly surprised. I remember being steered toward cool and bebop when I was in my early 20s. I heard Dizzy Gillespie at the St. Cloud State auditorium now named for Kimberly Ritsche. I thought it was terrible. Gillespie had zero physical command of his trumpet on that night. I guess St. Cloud wasn't big-time enough for him to conserve his "chops" for. It was painful watching him as he showed his trademark puffing out of his cheeks. He misstated where he was and had to be corrected by someone shouting from the audience. We laughed. But I found the night to be a chore for me being there. Most audience members, I'd assert, were puzzled about why we should consider this stuff brilliant. We were coaxed to think it was brilliant. It's that intelligentsia at work.

Many guys my age discovered this esoteric field of music because we attended Ferguson and Buddy Rich concerts. We drifted to see if we might develop a like enthusiasm for the cool and bebop jazz of the '50s. We applauded politely. But our heart was in the slickly disciplined music of the touring big bands. Buddy Rich leading his band on "Norwegian Wood." Woody Herman with "Superstar." Count Basie was the real deal too. Miles Davis? Maybe his music could be appreciated on a level that I couldn't reach. His music in the '50s was a departure from the plain vanilla pop music of the time, like it was a refuge. I don't need that today.

 

Trying to sound like Miles

I too am a trumpet player. I feel I could jam a Harmon mute into my instrument and sound rather like Davis myself. Just give me a real good rhythm section behind me. Del Sarlette and I have joked about how anyone could sound like Miles if we could only step out in front of a great rhythm section. We realize this is simplistic and rather absurd, but. . .

Davis had a grasp of music at a high level, his bio tells us, but the movie is all Starsky and Hutch. There is nothing noble about the lifestyle we see in the movie. We all thought "Undercover Brother" was cool and funny. We remember all the "blaxploitation" stuff. Understand mutha?

The movie "Miles Ahead" is dark and depressing.

 

We simply needed more joy

Music is defined by the joy it gives us. Certainly this movie needed an infusion of unfettered joy. At the very end we get a little, not enough. If Miles was truly a spectacular artist as he was presented, I'd like to learn more about his development and how he reached the pinnacle. It didn't "just happen." Ditto with Jackson Pollock. Miles wasn't some wandering fool.

People have their peccadilloes. Hollywood must think we're preoccupied with them. How about another movie to tell us more about Davis' sheer artistry? For that matter, how about a movie about Maynard Ferguson. "Scream a Little Scream with Me" (LOL). Maynard had his ups, his downs, "exiles" that took him to India and Great Britain (to escape tax problems?) and a triumphant comeback starting in1970. Let's have a toast. And that's no Polack joke.

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

MACA girls turn on jets in second half to beat BOLD

Tigers 65, BOLD 49

MACA strode onto the gym floor at Olivia to face the Warriors of BOLD. The Tigers were facing the talented Makenna Steffel and her mates. We used balance to get the advantage. That advantage was revealed in a 65-49 final score with MACA the victor. It was a Friday (12/9) West Central Conference affair.

Maddie Carrington supplied thrills with three makes from beyond the three-point arc. Indeed, long-range shots gave important fuel to overcome Steffel's productive night: 26 points. Riley Decker succeeded twice from three-point land, and Malory Anderson had one three-point make.

The real story of this game was the orange and black really turning on the jets in the second half. We actually trailed at halftime, 28-20, but poured it on in the second half to outscore the stunned Warriors 45-21. Wow!

Correy Hickman and Malory Anderson each put in 13 points to lead the MACA offense. Carrington's 3's built her point output to eleven. Riley Decker scored eight points followed by three Tigers each with six: Liz Dietz, Jenna Howden and Carly Wohlers. Karly Fehr polishes off the list with two points.

Steffel's 26 points made her the only double-digit scorer for the host Warriors. Emily Gass put in seven points, and Makayla Snow and Brenna Weis each put in five points. Then we have Morgan Schmitz with four points and Abby Sigurdson with two. Gass made the only BOLD three-pointer.

 

Boys: Tigers 80, Minnewaska 74 (OT)

The Tigers took the court with extra resolve for the second half on Thursday, Dec. 8, at Minnewaska Area. We trailed the Lakers at halftime, 40-32. But in the second half we roared to the tune of outscoring the Lakers 35-27. Do a little math and you realize we have a tie score at the end of regulation. Overtime!

That fresh resolve of the Tigers carried into the OT extension. We outscored the host Lakers 13-7 in overtime to prevail in our season opener, 80-74. What a thriller to start things off! It seemed that our second half defense was a key factor spelling success.

Lukus Manska and Jacob Zosel were the MACA pacesetters in scoring. Manska's point total was 23 while Zosel put in 20. The list continues with Camden Arndt (13), Tate Nelson (11), Tim Travis (9) and Connor Koeberrnick (4). A major weapon for Morris Area Chokio Alberta was three-pointers. Here it was Manska leading the charge with three, edging Nelson and Zosel who each made two.

Jake Peters set the scoring pace for 'Waska with 14 points. Right on his heels were Dennis VanDyke and Matt Gruber each with 13. Jackson Johnsrud put in eleven points. Then came Colin Richards (7), Jack Blevins (5), Garrett Jensen (5), Jaeger Jergenson (4) and Ryan Christianson (2). Six different Lakers each made one 3-point shot: VanDyke, Richards, Blevins, Gruber, Jensen and Peters.

 

Girls hockey: Crookston 7, MBA 3

The Morris Benson Area Storm girls put the puck in the net once in each of the three periods vs. Crookston. The first period goal was good for getting a 1-0 lead by the end of the period. But Crookston surged in the second period to put in five goals to take charge. Crookston had a 2-1 advantage in the third period to come away with a 7-3 win.

It was Libby Pendill scoring the goal that gave us the 1-0 lead. That goal came at 14:21 of the first period. Whitney Demarais and Megan Kirkeide supplied assists. Kaitlyn Thingeistad started the Crookston second period onslaught. Ali Hutter scored the second Crookston goal, then came Jayden Altrich with the third. MBA's Hallie Watzke answered, assisted by Nicole Berens and Kirkeide.

Macy Strem and Catherine Tiedemann seized the momentum back for Crookston. That momentum continued into the third period that saw Maddie Nicholis score twice. The third MBA goal was scored by Taryn Picht at 1:22 assisted by Hallie Watzke.

Abbey Hoffman was the MBA goalie and she had 15 saves. Braelee Jobe worked in goal for Crookston and she had 33 saves.

 

Wrestling: ACGC 44, MAHACA 32

Ethan Lebrija supplied encouragement at the lightest weight slot, getting Kelvin Ponce's shoulders pinned to the mat in 3:25. But ACGC would end up with most of the highlights on the night as they handed our Tigers a 44-32 defeat. The action was on Thursday, Dec. 8, at home.

Austin Berlinger was on the losing end of a fall outcome at 113 pounds, time of 3:42 vs. Hayden Stranmann. Dalton Rose at 120 pounds got Skye Powers' shoulders pinned to the mat in 3:35. Ben Travis was the forfeit winner at 126. Gideon Joos was on the short end of a 15-11 decision against Dylan Studemann. Jacob Boots lost by technical fall, 19-2, to Aaron Lang.

Jared Rohloff won by a 12-4 major decision over Levi Lund. Chase Metzger prevailed by a 13-5 major decision over John Rasmussen. Brady Cardwell lost by fall to Shane Whitcomb in :51. Matt McNeill came on strong at 170 pounds to pin Reagan Toedter in :37. Dakota Luepke lost by fall to Cullen Lewis in 3:37.

Bain Laine lost by fall to C.J. Toedter in :33. Gage Wevley got pinned by Tanner Berghuis in 5:08. We dropped the 285-pounds weight slot by forfeit to Brody Maresch.

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

"Back to the '50s" with Ted Kluszewski and his arms

Frank Robinson and Vada Pinson were the players I associated with the Cincinnati Reds when I first became a fan of baseball. There was a pitcher named Jim Maloney. Chico Ruiz had a famous steal of home that according to legend precipitated the famous Phillies choke of 1964. A book was inspired by that.
Had I been born ten years earlier, I most surely would have become interested in the Cincinnati ballplayer named Ted Kluszewski. Yes, the last name is rather a challenge to spell. He deserves to be remembered better than he is. Maybe the confounding spelling of his last name was an impediment. We learn that he was the first player to appear in a game with his name misspelled! He had a backwards "z" and an "x" instead of the second "k". Some mischief, maybe.
I was marginally aware of this slugger named Kluszewski until doing some research. I had been aware of him because of one trait. That trait was based on his appearance. I remember seeing photos of the guy with bare arms. Considering his specialty as a long-ball guy, he must have had appreciable muscles. Oh yes he did. So he came off in those photos as rather like a professional wrestler.
What was behind that? Turns out the motivation was not cosmetic. Soon after he joined the Reds in 1947, he cut off the sleeves of his uniform, an act not exactly approved by the front office. He did this because he felt the tight sleeves constricted his large biceps and shoulders and interfered with his swing. "Klu's" reputation as rather a "he-man" grew.
Leo Durocher was asked to name five of the strongest players in baseball. He complied but neglected to cite "Big Klu." When informed of this, Leo said "Kluszewski? I'm talking about human beings."
 
An N.L. standout in the '50s
Mention of Big Klu prompts nostalgia about the 1950s. He became quite the symbol. He was named to the National League All-Star roster from 1953 through 1956. He was a career .298 batter with 279 home runs and 1,028 RBIs in 1,718 games. The mid-1950s saw Kluszewski produce home run totals of 40, 49, 47 and 35. Most Killebrew-like. His RBI harvest was a tremendous 141 in 1954.
He is distinguished from our Killebrew by his ability to hit for an impressive average. He hit over .300 seven times while wearing the red of Cincinnati. He was in the top ten in average in each of those mid-'50s years. Fielding? Big Klu led N.L. first basemen in fielding percentage five straight years: 1951-55.
So why isn't he in the Hall of fame? The bugaboo of injuries started taking a toll. Longevity is an important factor in Hall consideration, maybe too big a factor IMHO. I'm smarting over Tony Oliva not being in the Hall. Oiiva could have redeemed himself by doing better in post-season games.
Kluszewski had his uniform number 18 retired by the Reds in 1998. He bounced around a little after leaving the Reds. He went to Pittsburgh. Then came a more significant chapter with the American League's Chicago White Sox when the Sox were impressing. The White Sox in fact won a rare pennant for them, in 1959. They faced the Los Angeles Dodgers who were in their still-new surroundings of L.A. (from Brooklyn). Game 1 of the Series saw Kluszewski hit two home runs and drive in five in an 11-0 win over the Dodgers. But the Dodgers won the Series. Kluszewski hit .391 with three home runs and ten RBIs in the Series.
Automobile mogul Jim Moran offered a free car to any White Sox player who hit a home run in that Series. Kluszewski got three original 1960 Ford Falcons!

(SABR image)

 
Getting Angels going with a bang
The slugger wasn't yet through having impact. I was not aware until researching that he was no small part of the 1961 Los Angels Angels story - the first year of that A.L. franchise. I thought I was quite well-versed on that team - I have even written a song about it, inspired by player Albie Pearson: "Albie Pearson Got It Done." But I didn't know until recently that Kluszewski had a role worth noting. While his season-long productivity was not impactful, Big Klu was sensational in the season opener on April 11. The Angels were playing on the road at Baltimore's Memorial Stadium. He socked two home runs off Milt Pappas as the Angels won 7-2. He would finish the season with 15 home runs and 39 RBIs in 107 games.
He finally retired, having left a mark on the game that really seemed Hall of Fame-worthy. He went into coaching where his work was well-received. Heart problems caught up to him. He underwent emergency bypass surgery in 1986 and survived for two more years. He left us too soon at age 63. His famous 15-inch biceps survive on baseball card images, endearing him to us all. He is often cited as one of the most underappreciated players of the post-World War II era. You might say he was the original "Big Red Machine," the name that would be coined in the '70s: the Pete Rose/Joe Morgan era.
"Klu" is locked within the Eisenhower era in our memories. He was part of the great wave of post-WWII players, celebrating normalcy in world affairs. The boys were back! The war was a factor in Kluszewski choosing baseball over football. The Reds did their springtime training in Indiana because big league teams were forbidden to train in the South. Klu was in the neighborhood and he was invited to take some swings at batting practice. Remember the scene where "Roy Hobbs" got his first chance to impress in the movie "The Natural?" Remember how the fictional Hobbs launched rockets into the deep outfield seats? This is exactly what happened when Kuszewski got his chance. Observers were wide-eyed just like Wilford Brimley. Balls sailed over an embankment nearly 400 feet away. Klu was offered a $15,000 contract, a lot of money then, and he accepted.
 
Bring on the bare arms
Once getting established in Cincinnati, Klu opted for his "fashion statement" that would become famous, with the cut-off sleeves. This is the image that got my attention and prompted some song lyrics I recently penned about the big guy. Will I have the song recorded? I'm not sure. I have written much poetry and lyrics in a topical vein. We'll see.
My song is called "Ted Kluszewski Arms." The song structure is AABAABA with "B" standing for bridge, for you neophytes. I'm pleased to share the lyrics here:
  

"Ted Kluszewski Arms"

by Brian Williams
  

I could lift an anvil

With Ted Kluszewski arms

I could do it at will

With Ted Kluszewski arms
He could hit the baseball

Oh so very far

Must have been those Ted Kluszewski arms
  

There in Cincinnati

Playing with the Reds

Swinging for the fences

He could knock 'em dead

He had bulging biceps

So to get his edge

Ted Kluszewski kept his team ahead
  

BRIDGE:

He was on the charge

In his sleeveless shirt

We can still remember his worth
 

Such determination

Always swinging hard

Skin was in the foreground

On his baseball card

Not a Hall of Famer

Still he was a star

Just consider Ted Kluszewski's arms
  

He was in the limelight

Long before Pete Rose

Long before Joe Morgan

Helped to run that show

In the days when players

Didn't make much dough

Ted Kluszewski made his roster glow
  

(repeat bridge)
  

I could make a million

With Ted Kluszewski arms

I could eat my spinach

For Ted Kluszewski arms

Did he get his body

Working on a farm?

We felt awe at Ted Kluszewski arms
  

We'd go far with Ted Kluszewski arms
  

© 2016 Brian R. Williams

Movie "All the Way" (2016) shows LBJ's good side

America in a time of consensus? That's what we had in 1964, comparatively speaking. Lyndon Johnson was serving a partial term due to the assassination of John F. Kennedy. Somehow the tremendous glamour of the Camelot presidency spilled over to the successor. JFK gave way to Johnson, a man who had hardly been a cheerleader for JFK prior to 1960. Such is the nature of politics: unlikely alliances. Geographic alliances.

We see the underbelly of politics in the movie "All The Way." It parallels the wonderful movie "Lincoln" in this regard. I watched both "Lincoln" and "All the Way" on DVD thanks to our Morris MN Public Library. I wrote about "Lincoln" as a movie that wasn't likely to get young people very interested. It might be deemed boring as it plodded from one scene to the next as the political dealmakers simply hashed things over. I complimented the movie on authenticity with its dimly-lit conditions (no electricity yet).

Lincoln kept the Union together. Lyndon Johnson orchestrated major civil rights inroads. Educated, proper people really had no problem with that. Thus I never sensed any overriding controversy with it, although my perception would have been different in the Deep South. Remember when Jerry Lewis caused a stir when he joked that he "waited to use the bathroom (and flush) on the plane until we were over Mississippi?"

Today there appears to be major pushback against progressive civil rights ideals. In 1964 there was general agreement that we had to move forward. It's amazing how much momentum LBJ mounted to crush the Republicans and their ideologically pure nominee, Barry Goldwater. I was never revulsed by Goldwater, not the way I'm revulsed by many of the modern-day conservative crusaders. Goldwater went on to become an elder statesman with a sense of humor.

Today's conservatives just have their knives sharpened. We're waiting for the worm to turn now, naturally. The Republicans now own everything that happens to America. No excuses for them. We must hope things go fine. If they don't, the door will be opened for progressives to come in and soothe, no matter how much ranting we hear on Fox News and its echo chambers in the media: what David Frum calls the "conservative entertainment complex." Frum stated openly he'd vote for Hillary Clinton. He seems to have had a low profile since the election.

Bryan Cranston in his prime

"All the Way" is a very well-made movie. It's a fine vehicle for Bryan Cranston who is having his "run" as the most celebrated movie actor, riding the coattails of "Breaking Bad." He's following the tradition of Wilford Brimley ("The Natural"), Brian Dennehy ("First Blood") and William Macy ("Fargo"). Congrats to these guys who found their perfect vehicle and then rode the gravy train. Remember the drink that Dennehy ordered in the bar scene of "First Blood?" It was "wild turkey." What a dated scene: people sitting around, talking and consuming alcohol. Today you cannot drive a car if you have been imbibing.

Roy Scheider had a nice acting run with his primary vehicle being "Jaws" of course. He was Bruce Willis before Willis came along and made the explosions even bigger. But I had problems watching him after the movie "Marathon Man" for reasons I won't explain here. Maybe you know.

Yes, "All the Way" is a most crisply executed movie. It commands your attention. It makes the civil rights heroes look like the icons they were. There is an air of triumph. The movie for its entertainment components deserves a high grade, and certainly it reflects historical accuracy. Let's take a look deeper, though. If you grew up in the 1960s you know it was no bed or roses - anything but.
 
A brief scene speaks volumes

IMHO the most striking scene in the movie is brief and may come and go in the minds of many. But that brief deliberation about the Gulf of Tonkin was ominous. LBJ is briefed about this notorious non-crisis. Ambiguity covers it all. Were U.S. interests assaulted? We're not sure. But LBJ fears being assailed by Goldwater and the political right if he is not seen as decisive. We speculate that LBJ is especially fearful because on the domestic front, he was surely pursuing left of center goals. So he was vulnerable.

Chris Matthews of MSNBC once commented that the Viet Nam war was the price we paid for moving forward on the domestic front with progressive principles. We got the Great Society, an unlikely outcome from a politician like LBJ who was from the South: Texas.

We might speculate that the '60s were simply different times: people in the know, who were really sensitive to the needs of America, were convinced something had to be done about extreme poverty and extreme racism. Johnson rammed through programs. But he was wary of the wrath from the kind of right wing hand-wringing that originated from the U.S. South, exemplified by George Wallace.

So LBJ felt he had to show assertiveness in foreign policy, as a means of trying to appease the right wing. And we paid with something like 60,000 lives lost in a sinkhole. And there was Johnson, such a powerful man who had all the political instincts, having to answer for it all. The Viet Nam war ran him instead of him running the Viet Nam war. So he was in an untenable position for the 1968 election and he bowed out.

I cannot forgive Johnson for the Viet Nam war. No matter how Cranston plied his acting talent to portray an important man, I cannot ultimately develop any sympathy for the man, who Matthews said, upon completion of the presidency, "went back to Texas and smoked himself to death."

The Viet Nam war was a specter that absolutely tainted the growing-up years of boomer males. It affected their whole course of life. It lasted so long, I expected it to last forever as a hovering sort of bad spirit. Our ultimate departure was a pathetic disaster: people clinging to helicopters which were taking off from the tops of buildings, helicopters pushed into the water off ships to make more room for refugees, partners of the U.S. effort left behind to the mercy of victorious forces. Such were the scenes ultimately bequeathed to us by the LBJ years.

Cranston projects a concerned look in the movie when he gets the dope on the Gulf of Tonkin. It seems almost like he's distracted by an uncomfortable topic, as he's working on his big domestic agenda. He seems to get talked into the assumption that something was up and we'd have to retaliate. But there is no extended curiosity to untangle the facts. The alleged Gulf of Tonkin incident did not in fact happen. The discussion in the movie comes off as fleeting and transitory. The scriptwriter did this deliberately I'm sure, to project the reckless manner in which the U.S. dove into the disastrous involvement in one of the world's least significant countries.
 
Arriving at an assessment

The passage of time often softens our view of otherwise uncomfortable things. Time heals all wounds? Shall we accept Cranston's masterful portrayal of Johnson as a brilliant political tactician and pragmatic soul? Shall we now see LBJ as more dynamic than what we thought we saw on our TV screens in the '60s? He sure didn't look dynamic. He looked like a man who smoked too much. He rode JFK's coattails into his heyday as a politician. He picked Hubert Humphrey from our Minnesota as his vice president.

Bradley Whitford does a masterful job playing the clearly liberal Humphrey in "All the Way." I loved that scene of him and LBJ in the "water car." It will stick with me. Humphrey might be a prime hero in U.S. history had he become assertive about leaving Viet Nam. He did not. He narrowly lost the 1968 election. We got civil rights for sure but wasn't that inevitable? Jim Crow had to go.

Civil rights principles appear to be hanging by a thread today. We might even regress. I'm scared by the Trump presidency. It may be an existential threat to the U.S. In which case, we may never see any movies about it. We may not have come "all the way" after all.

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

Law enforcement nervous about Wetterling resolution?

I considered this futile. (APM image)

Remember that character in the movie "Rambo II" who was in a command position but did not seem sympathetic? He wasn't overjoyed when hearing that rescued POWs were on their way back. His character represented a microcosm of the Viet Nam war, of course. The meme built up through the years is that we didn't really want to win the war. The pressures of the Cold War held us back: politics, expediency and the like. So, this commander at the U.S. base didn't share the elation of the others, when word came of this obviously good news that POWs were rescued and en route.

Plausible? Someone must have thought so. So, I'm connecting this subject to the resolution of the Jacob Wetterling investigation. Solving the case would seem obviously good news.
I wrote a long time ago that authorities might show hesitance pushing this matter to conclusion. The conclusion would be coming 27 years into this high-profile investigation. People (like me) turned gray wondering if there might ever be a ray of hope. That little boy seemed suspended in time: eleven years old. The investigation also seemed suspended, hopeless. And yet the wheels were turning feverishly.
Why might key public servants hold back on pushing this investigation to its end? Just like that fictional commander from "Rambo II," extraneous considerations could hover and cause hesitance. I have written before that resolution could open the door to lawsuits from people who were interrogated in a heavy-handed way. Law enforcement was under intense pressure to show it was making progress.
How do we define "progress?" Do we define it as actually leading to what the public obviously wanted: pinning down the guilty party, charging him etc.? But law enforcement might have a different attitude, one of just pushing certain buttons to follow procedures that might seem headed in the right direction, even though skepticism was called for.
Think of that wanted poster that was distributed all over. Every day when I'm at McDonald's, I'll probably see at least one guy come in the door that bears some resemblance to one of those drawings. They were like comic book drawings. I had a college art instructor who would describe it as "visual shorthand." People got paid to develop that poster and distribute it, complete with the hyperbolic words "we MUST FIND these men." Turns out one of the two drawings did look like the guilty party. But what about the other? Who was the origin of that? It was based upon an innocent party. Innocent parties were regularly dredged up in the investigation.

The dubious John Sanner

The sheer horror of this crime made wrongful accusations especially toxic. Law enforcement went so far as to declare a "person of interest," equated in the public's mind with "suspect," who was innocent. And now just as I predicted, there is a lawsuit that will cause sleepless nights for certain people, maybe including Sheriff John Sanner. 

  

So many futile leads

The Wetterling investigation has been called "massive and flailing." I have to wonder if, at a certain point, people in law enforcement approached it like they just appreciated being able to put in their eight-hour days and make a nice living. Were they privately convinced that countless of their leads or tips were pointless? Such a strange crime: a child just vanishes. Miraculously, the offender spent those 27 years relatively free of law enforcement contact. He was a suspect early-on. He covered his tracks well enough.
So law enforcement went on this massive search, certainly costing a great deal. Law enforcement had its agenda and obligations. Book authors and bloggers had no such blinders. John Walsh used the power of his nationally broadcast show to steer us in the right direction. The FBI was involved in this case. Nevertheless, it came down to a particular blogger and the attention she received on Walsh's show. Neither is compensated for law enforcement services. Yet they became the heroes. 

 

The Rassier matter, in court
Now the Stearns County Sheriff's Department has to defend against the predicted lawsuit from this gentleman named Dan Rassier. 

Law enforcement now has the huge embarrassment of revealing to the public, pursuant to law, just how extensive its investigation was, how many tips had to be filed etc.
This new fuss is caused by the resolution of the case, the desired goal all along. And yet, to use the words of John Mitchell of Watergate, law enforcement has its "tit in a wringer" and instead of feeling euphoric, is scared (s--tless) and on the defensive. Oh they'll deny that. It's no picnic having lawyers swarm around, like that Anfinson guy of the Minnesota Newspaper Association who has worked to try to get a 9-1-1 recording released. And then there's the attorney for Rassier with whom I share best wishes and good luck.
Sheriff Sanner is on the hot seat. Is it true that Patty Wetterling, allegedly coached by the sheriff's department, wrote a letter to Rassier asking him to confess? To a crime of this magnitude of evil? Has she since apologized to Rassier, the elementary music teacher? Patty wore a wire at one point to accost Rassier.
Investigators got a search warrant in 2010 to dig on the Rassiers' property. I remember checking an online comment board at the time. There was a picture showing all the heavy equipment at the scene, all the commotion. Yes, all of this cost taxpayers' money. Someone wrote: "They had better be sure this is the guy." Hmmm.
Rassier was "guilty" of being an adult living with his parents, and that was the whole problem. It's a more commonly seen living arrangement today. Amazingly, Sanner was quoted in a September 24 news article saying he had no regrets about the investigative efforts toward Rassier. As a public servant, he should always regret when an innocent private citizen is hassled or abused. Sanner argued that suspicion vs. Rassier was justified based on "the way he answered questions." He would not elaborate, which would have been a nice favor for readers who had no knowledge of the background. So he just sort of smears Rassier with this ad hominem statement.
Rassier must have just "seemed guilty," in Sanner's view. But now that we know of the man's total innocence, isn't it time to stop talking like that? Isn't it in fact time to be generous and gentle with the innocent elementary music teacher? Sanner further justified the suspicion on the basis that Rassier was "there alone that night." Really? Is Rassier to be faulted for those two facts? Being at that location and being alone? He was on his own property. Does he not have the right to be on his own property and to be home alone? And yet Sanner cites this as a basis for suspicion.
"Shame on us if we don't do what we did," the sheriff was quoted saying.
No, shame on you anyway, Mr. Sanner. I'm sure you are justifiably embarrassed over how the whole Wetterling matter deteriorated into a whole bunch of people technically fulfilling their obligations, until eventually a couple parties motivated by pure zeal got involved and pushed the case to resolution. Sheriff Sanner, you are stupid and cold-hearted.
 

What attitude to take re. the guilty party?

We have read some scorn directed at the guilty person, Danny Heinrich. People are incensed that he won't say why he did it. Well, isn't it obvious? Heinrich had compulsions that an ordinary person would not understand, like that Sandusky guy out in Pennsylvania. There is no point venting scorn at these people. They simply must be segregated off so they don't harm anyone. They are pathetic, misdirected souls, created by God for unfathomable reasons. But scorn?
Let me elaborate this way: let's say a person steals $1,000 and gets away with it. That person can at least gain pleasure from spending the $1,000. In cases like Heinrich and Sandusky, normal people cannot conceive of any pleasure gained from the crime - it wouldn't cross our minds to commit it. We would obviously be revulsed at the thought. So we're punishing someone for doing something that normal people would not even conceive of? Heinrich must simply be put away. Condemning him is pointless.
What if Heinrich hadn't been into child porn? He might never have been arrested. His punishment won't even be for the Wetterling crime. It will be for the child porn. After 20 years he'll stay confined but it will be in a situation that is not defined as punishment - it's defined as treatment. I hope the treatment helps him - he had a very troubled background.
 
Holding law enforcement accountable
I'm not sure I'd want to be Rassier's lawyer because it's rather an uphill battle going after law enforcement. Efforts at holding law enforcement accountable seem to be breaking through and making progress. A police officer in the Twin Cities has been charged with a needless death.
We pray that this type of aggressive law enforcement will not come to Morris MN. But you never know. Us U.S. citizens have elected an all-out bully as president. We read Saturday of a judge who is apparently a slumlord in St. Cloud.
We have a retired judge here in Morris who once made an unbelievable comment at a public meeting that included the epitome of a racist term, for which Mayor Carol Wilcox issued a public apology in the newspaper.
We cannot assume that our public servants all carry themselves in an exemplary manner. And to think they're worried about me because I haven't always worn my seat belt in the past!
I'd be happy sometime to share the quote word for word from the retired judge. I imagine there'd be some people at UMM a little concerned or agitated. One more traffic stop and I could do this (share the quote). But of course, Mom and I always put on our seat belts automatically now. Maybe they'll catch me making a lane change without signalling, like that Sandra Bland down in Texas who lost her life because of it.
I'm pleased to know that my personal character is higher, apparently, than that of many people in our law enforcement/judicial system.

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

Watch Truman Carlson's great grand nephew on TV Sat.

Watch him fly: Noah Carlson

You might see a little extra bounce in Truman Carlson's step these days. You know Truman, the long-time biology teacher at Morris High School. My goodness, how many students did he have through the years? He was also athletic director at one time. Sports is a big part of his background. He's in his richly deserved retirement now.
The venerable Truman is still close to sports because of a significant family connection. It's with his great grand nephew. Quite a stellar athlete, that individual is.
Noah Carlson of Rushford-Peterson is a five-time state track and field champion. Right now the focus is on football where Noah is ascending nicely with his teammates.
This past Saturday, the Rushford-Peterson boys were on the field at the shiny new U.S. Bank Stadium. Noah rushed for 236 yards in this state semi-final success. The Trojans of R-P owned this game, scoring 49 points in the first 24 minutes! The final score was 49-0 over Browerville/Eagle Valley. Davin Thompson coaches the Trojans. The Browerville/Eagle Valley coach is Wayne Petermeier. Hey, that name sounds familiar.
The Tigers of Browerville/Eagle Valley may have been humbled at the end, but they overachieved toward the end of the season to reach this impressive height. They were just 5-3 entering the post-season. Petermeier wasn't sure if his team was going to win a post-season game. He knew his team had to be "perfect" against R-P, he said, and that of course was an elusive goal.
Rushford-Peterson is now seeking its fourth state football championship. The previous crown came in 2006. I remember when our Morris Area Tigers with coach Jerry Witt made the long trip to R-P in southeastern Minnesota for a playoff game. We won. That was in our climb to Prep Bowl. What tremendous personnel we had then. We had a thrilling passing game.
Good as the Tigers were this past fall, we were pretty conservative with the pass. But we were named the Minnesota High School Football Team of the Year. I'm still a little bothered by that award - the credibility behind it, guys. No doubt, Rushford-Peterson has just as good a program. Truman would love to chat with you about it.
R-P will now face top-ranked Minneapolis North in the Class 'A' Prep Bowl at 10 a.m. Saturday, Nov. 26, back at U.S. Bank Stadium.
Noah Carlson is a senior who obviously has the attention of college athletic programs. He has over 2,600 yards rushing and 46 touchdowns this season. Will he do football or track and field in college? At present it's not certain.
R-P has been dealt one loss: it came in the last game of the regular season to Goodhue. Spokesmen for R-P said the loss was like a wakeup call and may have had positive effects. R-P sports a 12-1 record. In the most recent win, the Trojans marched for a touchdown on their first possession. Carlson scored on a run from the four. Then on their next possession, Carlson capped it all with a 24-yard scoring scamper. The rout was on. Early in the second quarter, Carlson made it 28-0 with a 13-yard touchdown run. Carlson made it 42-0 with 1:30 left in the first half, this time covering 60 yards of real estate in a thrilling run. Parents of the reserve players had fun in the second half, watching as the reserve Trojan players took over.
On a sad note, Truman's wife Edna passed away not long ago. She's beaming down from heaven, assuredly. I went to high school with Dave Carlson, son of Truman and Edna. Dave was two years older than me. At that time, grades 10-12 were in the high school building which was still new. Dave was a trombone player. I remember how Dave and the trombone section were featured in the introduction to "El Cumbanchero." The band director was John Woell who commanded the school marching band in the last grand chapter of its history.
 
On another matter: communication with MSHSL
Let's get back to the subject of the current award being celebrated at our school: "Minnesota High School Football Team of the Year." It bothered me as soon as I read about it.
How could one school be singled out from 140 "nominees." Public relations for the Vikings, who co-sponsored the award? Consider all the losing teams who submitted entries that must have required time. You can argue that MACA had an unfair advantage because we share our top-notch football facility with a college. I wouldn't care that much except that we got $10,000 as part of the award. I was concerned enough that I sent an email to Dave Stead, executive director of the Minnesota State High School League (MSHSL). The name of the award suggests that the MSHSL at least has its imprimatur on it. Who else would I send the email to?
Here's the email I sent:
  
Mr. Stead - The Morris Area Chokio Alberta football team was honored in Oct. as the Minnesota High School Football Team of the Year. Most importantly the school gets $10,000. The Minnesota Vikings co-sponsor the award. A representative of the Vikings, Brett Taber, was quoted in the Morris paper (10/22) saying the "marching band" was a factor in getting the award. Morris Area High School does not have a marching band. I would like to suggest that the $10,000 could have been given to a program or a fund that would benefit all public high schools, not just one chosen from among 140 "nominated" schools in the state. Did Morris submit erroneous info, i.e. the marching band? It wouldn't be important except that $10,000 was at stake. Also, football at the NFL level has nothing in common with high school football. The Vikings are professional entertainment. Morris might have an unreasonable advantage in sharing a top-notch stadium with the local college. Many small towns wouldn't have this opportunity. Thanks for your attention.
  
I appreciated that Mr. Stead, a busy guy, read my email and responded to it, albeit in a brief way:

 
Mr. Williams,

The MSHSL is not connected to the award you identify.

Dave Stead

 

I'm not sure the Morris paper handled this in such a sharp way. And BTW the Morris paper was a minimal 20 pages on the week leading into Black Friday. Maybe we all just assume that we shop in Alexandria for Black Friday. I think the Morris business community could put up a little more resistance. Maybe we have simply capitulated. We're not the same kind of town as I once remember. Morris was once a bubbling "people" type of place with all kinds of interesting characters around town, frequenting the pool hall etc. Looks like the Norman Rockwell America is gone. One grocery store. It's sad.
Good luck to the Rushford-Peterson boys this Saturday. Truman will not stick his neck out and predict a win, but certainly he can envision such a thing!
 
Addendum: I remember when Gary Lembcke and I were chatting in the school hallway about a baseball trade just announced, and I guess we were a little loud. Truman, just outside his classroom, reprimanded us. Then after a pause, Truman said "yeah, I know, Frank Robinson for Doyle Alexander." He was joining our conversation about this baseball trade that seemed a little lopsided! He has a heart of gold.
 

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

Heaven help us once Trump presidency begins

Whither our nation under Trump?

The great big band singer Helen Forrest had an autobiography called "I Had the Craziest Dream." That title pops up in my mind as I consider the presidential campaign and its outcome. A prediction early-on of Donald Trump's success would have been met with laughter. A couple of Trump's rivals were incredulous in an outward way about Trump's chances. We heard "Donald Trump will not be the Republican nominee."

Trump would have seemed equally plausible as the Democratic nominee. He had a record of seeming sympathetic to Democratic Party values. And why not? The guy was associated with New York City.

Now that Trump has won, I personally am quite scared of what is to come, once the guy actually takes the oath. He has no background for this. Being a businessman has nothing in common with holding the reins of government. Being a businessman just means you have mastered the art of screwing people. The purpose of government is to provide services. It's to do the kind of things that cannot be accomplished in the private sector. Government spends money to help people. We saw the system break down in Flint MI.

Trump of course wants to sound aggressive with "national defense." I suppose the leaders of the Empire of Japan were like that too. Trump wants to increase defense spending, perhaps dramatically. We no longer need to have the kind of heavy military designed to defeat the Wermacht. We have no industrial enemies compared to what we faced in the mid-20th Century, thank goodness. Our military of today is designed more for the pinprick type of intervention. I'm not sure how the Middle East can ever be stabilized. We destabilized it with the invasion and subsequent vacuum in Iraq.

If only we had more women in power. Women have a natural nurturing instinct that counters the inclination toward war. The 20th Century was marked by war after war. The "good war" of World War II was followed by unspeakable tragic ventures into sinkhole engagements, taking tens of thousands of lives.

And now we have a new macho, chest-thumping president so skilled at insulting anyone who gets in his way, and he wants to increase military spending. We must do this, he tells us, so "no one will want to push us around." That is chip-on-shoulder rhetoric. Women in power would encourage such a different complexion. Heaven help us all once Trump actually assumes power.

The scariest part might be how he is now seeking to surround himself with the most extreme right wing types. Those people can talk a good political game, getting their "base" of support to eat out of their hand, but my God, what if they actually end up at the levers of government? What might they try to pull off? Considering the personalities, the new administration might end up disintegrating into conflict and back-biting. How dangerous might that become, when such highly-motivated, narcissistic people begin trying to gag each other?

If the nuclear buttons cannot be guarded properly, our very human civilization will be imperiled.

How did this come about? Why did we elect this buffoon Mr. Trump? Many theories have been offered and hashed over. I have needed some time to arrive at my own theory. I do now have one. I suggest that people often vote on impulse. How can Minnesota elect both Paul Wellstone and Michele Bachmann? Rationality must not enter in. We have an impulse to choose a "cool" candidate, the non-boring candidate. People liked Wellstone's TV commercials. Eventually we'd elect Jesse Ventura.

We had been allowing Donald Trump into our living rooms with his TV shows. A sense of familiarity grew. Ronald Reagan had a TV background that probably influenced us in a subtle way. But such is not the basis that should be formed for making us vote.

Hillary Clinton seemed like an old stale product. But if Hillary won (which she actually did via the popular vote), she would have a much more steady hand with the transition now, because she is so much more well-versed with how government works.

My impulse theory is connected to the whole phenomenon of our limited attention span. Our tech toys and conveniences have whittled down our attention span to where it's actually dangerous. Distracted driving kills people. When I was young, boredom was a constant impediment for our well-being and happiness. Boredom today has been completely wiped out. In its place we have a restlessness and impulsivity that can contradict good judgment.

Donald Trump seemed "different" and thus interesting. But different does not equate with insightful or effective. I am predicting now that dire times lie ahead for our United States of America. Of course I could be wrong. Beginning on Day 1 of the Trump presidency, we are all going to be in trouble, I assert. Maybe the U.S. will disintegrate. Lee Greenwood won't even be able to save us (LOL). Maybe we'll be Balkanized. Foreign nations could try to turn the screws on us. Saluting the flag is not going to help. World War Two happened only once. And it was not really a "good war."

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

MACA girls win marathon battle vs. Holy Angels

Another private school, but this time a different result. Holy Angels apparently did not have divine power behind them Friday (11/11). Holy Angels fell at the hands of our Morris Area Chokio Alberta Tigers in state volleyball consolations.

We overcame the deflating effect we might have felt from losing to Concordia Academy of Roseville. Consolation-level play saw our orange and black crew return to the winning form that has been their habit under coach Kristi Fehr.
The Tigers downed Holy Angels 3-2 at Xcel Energy Center. They are getting set to play Dilworth-Glyndon-Felton in the state fifth place match as I type this, Saturday mid-morning.

The match vs. Holy Angels was a marathon affair. It truly tested the mettle and stamina of the competing teams. Here are the scores with the MACA numbers first: 23-25, 25-19, 25-22, 25-27 and 15-12. You can just imagine the atmosphere of excitement. Four Tigers each had one serving ace: Karly Fehr, Brooke Gillespie, Ashley Solvie and Koral Tolifson. Karly Fehr was certainly busy in a five-game match like this, and her set assist total was 56.

Gillespie was at the fore in hitting with her 21 kills. Jenna Howden had 18 kills and Ashley Solvie had 13. Three other Tigers were factors: Nicole Solvie (7), Jenna Larsen (5) and Karly Fehr (3). Karly Fehr and Nicole Solvie each went up for an ace block. On the defensive side, Riley Decker was a cog as always, digging up the ball 37 times. This list also includes Karly Fehr (14), Cassidy Fehr (10), Gillespie (20), Ashley Solvie (6), Koral Tolifson (6) and Jenna Larsen (6).

Holy Angels' Emma Benz had 54 set assists. Ellie Koontz pounded 24 kills. Katie Mackey and Sophie Vass each had two ace blocks. Mackenzie Downs was team-best in digs with 34.

 

Football: Dilworth-Glyndon-Felton 43, Tigers 20

We may have the best football program in the state but we won't be in Prep Bowl. The Tigers had their season end Friday at Alexandria. The opponent was Dilworth-Glyndon-Felton. Plagued by turnovers, we fell to DGF in a 43-20 final. It was the Class AAA state opening game. We certainly had a hard time holding on to the football, quite uncharacteristic. Our turnover total was five. Ouch.

For a while there was hope. We drove 97 yards to score, thus answering an early DGF score. That 97-yard march was set up by a Toby Sayles interception. He topped that off by starring on the drive, as he rushed for 60 yards. His eight-yard carry produced the score, and the conversion was good on a pass from Sayles to Jacob Zosel. So we're up 8-7, but the success would not be a prelude, alas.

Ben Beyer came to the fore again for DGF. It was Beyer who scored the game's first touchdown in big play fashion: a 66-yard run. Our pass coverage broke down to open the door for DGF's second score. Ethan Edeen threw a 64-yard touchdown pass to Beyer. Now the Rebels of DGF were off on a scoring run. It buried the Tigers. It was a run to the tune of 29-0. The late Don Meredith would have sung "turn out the lights, the party's over."

Our turnovers were divided up as follows: three fumbles and two interceptions. The second interception was returned 47 yards for a touchdown by Steven Taves in the third quarter. Yes, we gave the Rebels opportunities, but give the Rebels credit for their 247 rushing yards, 167 of which were in the first half.

Our final won-lost mark is 9-2, quite good although I'm not sure it makes us "the best football program in the state" as determined by the Minnesota Vikings. Who cares what the Vikings think? That's professional entertainment. A representative of the Vikings, commenting on our award, cited our "marching band." But do we have a marching band? Did someone lie in the application for the award? Some might say "oh, marching band, pep band, what's the difference?" Well, there is a difference and it's not a quibble.

Jacob Zosel rushed for 107 yards against the Rebels. BTW what is the nickname "Rebels" based on? I hope it's not the Confederacy of the U.S. Civil War. Ryan Dietz carried the football 15 times for 75 yards. Sayles' rushing yardage was 43, on ten carries. Other rushing yards were produced by Joel Ruiz, Zach Hughes and Jaret Johnson.

Our passing game was typically minimal: Sayles completed three of five attempts for 31 yards and had two picks. Hughes completed his only pass attempt for 19 yards. The catches were by Metzger and Alex Daugherty. Sayles and Zosel each made an interception.

DGF's Garrett Scheel rumbled for 111 yards in the Rebels' running game. Edeen completed six of eleven pass attempts for 145 yards and had two picks. Spencer Ewen had four catches for 79 yards. Brandon Ciak and Dylan Taves had the DGF interceptions.

Lots of nice memories are left behind, in the wake of our winning football season of 2016.

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