I hadn’t seen this smile from my son in a long time…
As you might expect, we don’t dress this formally around the yard most days. It was prom night last Thursday and Aidan and his date Katie had just finished twelfth grade two days earlier. And, aside from the $200+ to rent the tux, we also got this pretty rare expression thrown in with the shiny shoes. In fact, perhaps the last time we’d seen that smile was right before Aidan started his career as a student…
Dr. Ken Noble followed his Depression-era parents into the teaching profession in Royal Oak, Michigan four years before Governor Romney (R) signed a law permitting collective bargaining for public workers. In 2010, Ken shared his perspective with teachers struggling with the need for a teachers union in a district that would eventually impose an historically severe retroactive pay-cut on its teachers.
I have been out of the classroom and away from the negotiating table for so long I do not know how much my thoughts will help you, but since you asked . . .The evolution of teacher duties and compensation is actually … Read More… →
Chanukah 2000 was a pivotal moment in my life. One of those fulcrums in the space-time continuum. I remember it vividly. My family was in Memphis, Tennessee visiting my cousin. The trip marked my first time in Memphis, which would spark an interest and appreciation for the blues and Elvis Presley that would stretch well into later years; motivating more trips to the heart of the mid-South and grizzly versions of “Heartbreak Hotel” at karaoke bars across the nation. In addition to those very cultural pillars established that Chanukah, I received two gifts that would mold my childhood and shape much of my adolescence and adulthood. We don’t really do gifts anymore on Chanukah, and I appreciate that, because that’s not what the holiday is … Read More… →
From time to time, I help my cousin Brian d’Arcy James keep his website updated, and this recent post he wrote struck me as a perfect nostalgia article for “My Media Diary,” and for all those who grew up with 1960s TV (or its reruns). So am sharing it with this blog’s audience.
W. C. Fields is famously credited with this warning to all: “Never work with children or animals.”
My Uncle Brian was more specific: “Never act with a fish.”
Let me explain. My namesake and my uncle, Brian Kelly, was an actor. He was a big reason why I do what I do today. … Read More… →
Dig through your parents’ photo albums. If you’re from the Detroit area (or ever visited someone there in your childhood) there’s probably one of these shots somewhere, for example, the bear-pit where you used to be able to toss marshmallows, in the days before ursine diabetes…
My mom was there twenty-two years earlier…
The same day they were posing in front of the zoo’s signature water tower where my Uncle Larry (standing) perfected his sneer/smile to be seen fifty years later as a “Grumpa.”
And perhaps the most recognizable family photo-spot in the park…
In fact, you can Google “Detroit Zoo Fountain” and get a … Read More… →
Two questions guaranteed to get you the polite Umm..okay… instead of the actual Hell No!…
Would you like to see the videos from our two-week trip?
Want to hear about a dream I had last night?
Unless you’re bed-ridden or Sigmund Freud, you could well be stuck for at least an hour getting far too much information on what should have been a five minute conversation under the category, “You really should have been there.”
But with the magic of a $35 do-dad, YouTube and Facebook, I’ve managed to release my captives.
In all of our basements and attics, there are boxes of videotapes, photographs, slides and 8mm movies. I’ve lived in constant fear of losing those treasures to fire, flooding, mold or accidental bouts … Read More… →
Perhaps Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday because it’s front-loaded. All the work is done on the first day and the rest of the weekend is comprised of football, avoiding the mall and general digestion.
Throughout the late 1970s and into the early 1990s,when the above couch wasn’t full of random cousins it served as my bed. In 1984, I was a college sophomore, stressed out completely, and couldn’t wait to drive with my family five hours north to my Aunt Joan and Uncle Bill’s cottage on Oden Island, just north of Petoskey, Michigan.
It’s funny what passes for luxury when you’re a kid.
In 1973, we visited my Uncle Bob and his family in Winter Haven, Florida and I couldn’t believe they had a fountain in their backyard. Along with so many in-ground pools, lizards running all over the yards was added the magic of my grandma’s mobile home park three miles away where they actually had adult bikes with three wheels!
Moving into our new house that same summer, I was amazed to see that each of the kids’ rooms had its own color scheme of shag carpeting—pink, green, … Read More… →
Saturday was to be the day that my Mom and I would move out of the house my family had lived in for eight of my 12 years. The large three-story home which had held within its walls a family of eight and all that that entails had grown too large. Dad was gone and gradually the family had dispersed as families do. Now it was just me and my Mom.
She had rented the bottom of a house across from the University of Detroit. She worked there managing the bookstore so the location made sense. The local Catholic school … Read More… →
We are obsessed with it. Many of us bask in its glory; worship its treasures and truths. Others are shaped and molded by its destructive affect and merciless circumstance. Then there is the rest of us: those that are almost certainly meant to spend life trying to figure out if love is as real as Bigfoot, honest politicians or a Detroit Lions Superbowl win, and not some made up, human hoax to sell greeting cards and movie tickets. One thing is certain, though. We love to sing about love.
If it’s not about partying or politics, at times, it appears that every song ever written is about the wonder of or dismay for love. The Beatles, for example, used the word “love” 613 times in … Read More… →
Autumn…the year’s last, loveliest smile...William Cullen Bryant.
I love seasons…that’s why I live in a place that skips the @#%ty ones…Daniel Tosh
Autumn fell on us on a Sunday this year. As I type this, it’s a brisk, autumny 85 degrees in downtown Miami. There will be a hard rainfall later today from about 5:45 until 6:05, depending on what time I get on I-95 to go home. The rainy season will most likely be over sometime this month It’s football season, and after the Sunday game, kids spill out of their houses to play outside in their favorite team T-shirts and … Read More… →
D-Day was just three months away, but my dad’s Uncle Walt was instead worrying about the folks back home, specifically his sister Laura and her husband.
I didn’t know my grandparents had a rocky marriage, or that they were even separated, until I’d read this folded letter in my grandma’s shoebox.
Sixty years later, I attended the funeral of Walt and Laura’s youngest brother Jerry in Florida, I had a chance to give the letter to Walt’s children, whom I had never met. Walt had died thirty-four years earlier and they had never seen their father’s handwriting from a young hand–smooth, and confident. They … Read More… →
I didn’t choose to go to Michigan State University for Big Ten football, even though if you meet me today, I’ll jokingly tell you that that was the reason. The first time I ever really started to feel old was when I–for the first time in my life–didn’t have a school to go back to last fall. To add insult to injury, I couldn’t even be in the same state for Michigan State’s home opener vs Boise State.
Because there’s something special about College Football, isn’t there? I’m not even talking about the play on the field, though that is special in its own right. No, I’m talking about the way that College Football serves as a special place in our puny little … Read More… →
I can see why a lot of people don’t like the Dream Cruise, especially if you live in that area. Or, as is in my case, the Dream Cruise can be a big ol’ inconvenience to those who have to work in the Bloomfield Hills to Royal Oak area. It’s loud, a lot of the people are annoying. You can’t get anywhere quick, if you can get anywhere at all. Vendors are closed, and it’s no honeymoon trying to make the last FedEx pick up in Birmingham the Thursday and Friday before the actual Dream Cruise.
So, I get it. It seems there are more haters every year, though. In classic Michigander style, we like to complain when there’s nothing going on as much as … Read More… →
I have been trying to find the right words to express what it felt like sitting on the beach last week in North Carolina last week on vacation. It was a feeling on insignificance, but yet peace. I was going to try to put my words around a blog, but decided to try my hand in poetry. Indulge me!
Your waves crash on the beach Your breeze blows across my face The sun beats on me, just me
Decisions to be had, Deadlines to be made, Not today as I hide my feet in your sand
The enormity of your being makes me feel insignificant… ….but strangely at peace
The other night, whilst sipping a brew or two, a debate arose amongst my friends and me—a debate that will seemingly never end. We discuss it all the time, and we can never come to a consensus:
What is the greatest superhero movie of all time: “The Dark Knight” or “X-Men: First Class”?
Because it is, of course, either/or. There is no (c) to this multiple choice question (sure, maybe “The Avengers”). My friends and I can’t seem to come to a decisive conclusion. No one wants to pit one movie against the other, but, as wayward, mentally adrift early-20’s males, it’s our duty to come up with some sort of conclusion to this mind-boggling question. Thus, that night, the debate carried on:
On October 11, 19-something, I got a call from an old college buddy. October 11 is apparently National Coming Out Day, a significant day in the gay community when LGBT people come out to someone close to them who doesn’t know. I was shocked–I had no idea. We had talked about girls for hours over beers and “za.” (transl. pizza). To help process the information, I called another friend, who was apparently sitting next to his wife when the phone rang.
Me: “Mike, does the date October 11 mean anything to you?” Mike: “October 11th? No, what’s special about that date…OUCH…yeah, it’s my … Read More… →
You don’t meet that many women named Lois–perhaps Superman was kryptonite to that name after the 1940s. But today I met one and was immediately reminded of another–someone I’d never met but I’m sure I’d like her.
As a family historian, I’ve always been grateful to the long-gone folks who took 30 seconds to identify people on the backs of their snapshots. In the large shoebox of Brownie pictures I inherited from my grandmother, most with no notations (since it was obvious to her who they were!) I enjoy this note the most.