Obviously birthdays mean more when you’re a kid, but I’ve spent the last decade and a half trying to reverse that trend. A birthday’s a birthday, and should be celebrated. And as singer-songwriter Regina Spektor says, 32’s just a god damn number.
It has surprised many of my students over the years, whether they were old enough to be my parents or young enough to be my kids, that American military action the first year and a half of its involvement in World War II was in outlying Pacific islands and the deserts of North Africa. It wasn’t until the summer of 1943 did Allied troops reach the European mainland (several years Nazi territory by then), coming first through Sicily, then advancing north up the Italian peninsula. Progress was not exactly speedy (fascists are loath to give up ground), and it took nearly a year to reach the city of Rome. U.S. forces took possession of Rome on June 4, 1944, just two days before their fellow soldiers landed in France (one of history’s great one-two punches). Seventy years later it is this “D-Day” (the Allied invasion of Nazi-held France from across the English Channel) that is looked upon as one of if not the turning point of the war. It would be nearly a year and quite a number of battles later before victory in Europe was secure, and another three months beyond that before the Japanese would surrender in the Pacific. Mission accomplished.
Today I bring you this short military history in recognition of the anniversary of D-Day. As someone who never had to serve I am thankful of those who did. They ensured for us the freedom we know today.
I’ve said before that World War II was the last government program that worked. It was very expensive and at times inefficient (like most government programs), but in my opinion, worth the price. My generation owes a great debt to those of the Greatest Generation, those who served overseas and on the homefront, so let us remember them this day.
This past weekend my hometown of Binghamton, New York, lost a legend. Vincent Holmes was only 37, but had touched an incredible number of lives in his time, including mine. Vinny was a few years older than I was, one of the cool older guys who showed me adulthood when I had known little previously. Yeah, he probably made a few bad choices over the years, but we all did, and that was part of growing up.
I never met anyone who made friends as easily as Vinny. Quite simply, you wanted to be his friend. That can’t be taught. It’s trite to say, but Vinny really care what color you were, or whether you were a millionaire or a bum. He would be your friend just the same. And that meant that you became friends with millionaires and bums too, because Vinny rolled with them both.
I’m sorry we didn’t get to hang out as much in recent years, Vinny. Funny because it wasn’t that long ago we hung out every weekend. Different times. Different times. But some day, I promise, we’ll hang out again.
Heat vs. Spurs.
Rangers vs. Kings.
Now what the bejesus am I supposed to do until Wednesday?
The Secret Life of Walter Mitty is a secret to me no more, having now seen the 2013 remake starring Ben Stiller.
The highpoint for me was seeing Sean Penn’s character (coincidentally named Sean), the high-living, world-traveling badass photographer. Sean’s last name? O’Connell. In other words, if you were going to change your last name to something great… well, you get the idea.
With last night’s victory over the Tampa Bay Rays, Toronto’s Mark Buehrle improved his record to 9-1 on the season. I started looking more closely at Buehrle’s career stats and have concluded he may indeed be the pitcher of the century thus far.
Never mind his record this year, it’s his consistency over 15 years that merits consideration. First off, never a losing record in those 15 years (as far as I know, only a certain Mr. Pettitte can make this claim over an entire career). Second, 13 straight years of 200+ innings since becoming a full-time starter. Unheard of in the modern era. More unheard of? Not one minor league appearance since 2000. I cannot find any other pitcher or position player close to that. I’m contacting The Baseball Project to write a song about him. He deserves it.
As goes my usual custom, I’m spending this Memorial Day in Kennett Square, Pennsylvania, with real Americans celebrating a real American holiday. Small towns, real people, and respect. That’s Memorial Day.
An article from CNN’s Money section today reveals plans for robots to one day replace human workers in restaurants, bars, and the service sector in general.
Argh! Now they’re even stealing the bad jobs!
Mainstream media’s been lookin’ to write this one for years.
And every so often they do, warranted or not.
Gotta love how these guys suddenly become fans of establishment Republicans when it becomes convenient for them to do so. More proof that the opposing factions in this country are not left and right, Democrat and Republican, not liberal and conservative, but those who are enamored of our establishment, two-party oligarchy and those who promote freedom, limited government, and American ideals. Too bad the vast majority of those in the media are on the wrong side of this one. And nearly everyone currently holding office.
The music of Frank Sinatra finally made it to Mad Men last night. Of course true Sinatraphiles hate the song “My Way” and true Mad Men aficionados hate this season… but nobody’s perfect.