As I rapidly approach the 20 year mark, from the time I had the good fortune of getting in on the ground level of the 'wireless telecommunication industry,' I thought it might be interesting to share the changes that have occurred over this very short period of time.
As I look back over a career that has taken me from the beautiful mountains of North Central West Virginia, to a long winter in the frozen tundra of Central Wisconsin, then on to the South side of Atlanta, the change that has occurred in the 'Wireless Industry' has been amazing to say the least.
Back in the very early 90's, I had the opportunity to become part of an all new wireless provider launching cellular telephone services throughout a nine county area of Central West Virginia. I recall the excitement of turning on our first few cell sites and testing the system throughout our coverage area.
One of the interesting factors, back then, was that for the longest period of time, we did not have a single cell site that would 'hand off' to another cell site. I also remember, throughout the initial testing period, of how difficult it was to maintain calls when traveling up and down the mountainous terrain of North Central West Virginia.
Back in those days, as some of you may recall, we actually offered 'bag phones.' In most cases, this was the device of choice for most, since bag phones were 3 watt transceivers, as compared to .6 watt hand held devices. Since there were so few cell sites, the 3 watt bag phones were able to maintain greater clarity and hold calls for longer periods of time.
The 'bag phones' were more like domestic telephones with a corded handset that was attached to the brains and battery of the unit. They normally powered up through a cigarette lighter power adaptor and used an external magnetic antenna.
Being the first of two cellular providers to launch in our licensing area, we shared in all the initial excitement, as well as all the pitfalls that a new technology experiences.
Just a share a few funny situations, I recall one customer that called and told me that he wanted to cancel his agreement. When asked why, he replied that his phone would only call one number. The situation was that when I delivered the phone and showed him how to use it, we placed a call to his home. So, every time he wanted to place a call, he would first press the green 'send' button and them try to dial his number. What was actually happening, since all cell phones have automatic previous number re-dial, he was reaching his home every time he thought he was placing another call.
Another time, a customer stopped me on the street and said he wanted to cancel his service since we did not publish a cellular telephone book. I don't know anyone else that has a cellular phone, so why the heck have this thing. His thinking was that he could only call cell phones, not understanding that he could place calls to any normal telephone number.
Those were the crazy, early days of Cellular One in North Central West Virginia.
About 4 1/2 years after launching the market in North Central West Virginia, I had the opportunity to move to Central Wisconsin as Regional Manager with Cellular One. This was a fun task, taking on a market that had not performed well, but offered great potential.
Once again, Cellular One had been the first provider in this remotely rural area, and people were primed for a mode of communication that allowed mobility without being tied to a desk and telephone.
By this time, phones were getting smaller in size and the new craze seemed to be the Motorola Flip-Phone. Central Wisconsin was prime potato farming country, and I remember so many professional farmers actually purchasing 'bag-phones' to be placed in the cab of their massive big tractors.
My stay in Wisconsin was rather short lived. Our owners sold our market to U.S. Cellular and soon, I found my self headed for West Georgia.
The Cellular One market in West Georgia was the largest of the many markets that our owners controlled. Located just 30 miles south of Atlanta, acceptance of wireless communication was at a fever pitch by the time I arrived. We continued to grow that market as more and more people were accepting cellular technology, especially the thousands upon thousands of people that commuted to Atlanta on an everyday basis.
It wasn't until several years later when I had joined Sprint that the wireless industry really started going through some remarkable change. Technology was changing almost on a quarterly basis. Soon, we saw the introduction of camera phones, ring tones, texting was becoming more and more popular among the younger set, and soon there after, direct Internet connections from a person's cell phone was the latest rage.
Users were now able to share pictures almost immediately, select their favorite songs or artists as personalized ring tones, and text short messaging to almost any other cellular phone. Looking back, this all seems so common place now.
Apple and A.T.&T. combined forces to launch the i-Phone and wireless was never the same thereafter. The most recent launch of the i-Phone 4 is at a new level of technology that can almost overwhelm many of us. Think I'll just stick to my 'Palm Treo' for a little while longer.
Cell phones will probably not get much smaller in size, but the refinement, picture quality, and the addition of thousands of applications, will continue well into the future.
Looking back at the original Motorola 'Brick-Phone' which weighed two pounds and those miserable, ugly 'bag-phones' of the early 90's, we'd all have to agree that the 'wireless industry' has come a long way in the past twenty years.
In closing, I almost forgot the latest form of wireless technology; 'wireless Internet' services. In Atlanta, and thirty other major metro areas across the country, Clearwire has introduced a high speed Internet service called "Clear." Clear offers the latest in 4G (fourth generation) wireless data technology. This is an amazing technology and is being accepted at a rapidly growing rate. For those of you that might not be caught up in the technology world, or consider yourself, 'technology challenged,' the difference between 3G and 4G is simply 'speed,' the rate of speed of connection.
Not only does Clear offer a home or office Internet solution, but also mobility offered through small USB devices, embedded chips in laptops and notebooks, and soon to launch, wireless 'hot spots' all contained in a device smaller than a cell phone, all offering high speed Internet connections without any connection to cable lines, telephone lines or any other type of wired connection.
So, who knows where the wireless world will take us in the next ten years. All I can say is that it has been an amazing trip so far.
Who would of thought when we launched a small wireless market in North Central West Virginia, that the industry would have come as far as it has in this very short period of time.
Before closing, I almost forgot the wireless connectivity to all the various 'social networks.' On almost a daily basis, I make my morning posts to 'facebook,' all through the convenience of my cell phone.
Wow, so there's my little 'whirlwind tour' of the wireless communication industry just from my point of view. Having worked for 5 different companies throughout a 20 year career, all I can say is that it's been fun, interesting and very rewarding, and who knows where it will take us next.
Oh yes, I really need to get a new cell phone, but I hate to have to re-learn and re-set a new device. By the way, my personal cell phone ring tone is . . . The West Virginia Mountaineer Marching Band playing 'Simple Gifts.' It really can't get much better than that.
And to think, there are still some folks out there that think of a 'blackberry' as a type of their favorite cobbler. . . and oh yes, remember when we all called the Internet, the 'Information Super Highway.' Things really have changed.
Have a nice evening friends and do come back and visit my blog again soon!
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
" Patriotism still runs deep in the Home of the Brave "
With the Fourth of July just around the corner, I thought I would take a moment and really think about what Independence Day really means to me.
Being a rather old school sort of guy, 'patriotism' runs very deep in my veins. The mere sight of 'Old Glory' flying high, red, white and blue bunting on a holiday weekend, or the sounds of 'The Stars and Stripes Forever" by an excellent military band or symphonic orchestra still gives me 'goose bumps.'
Having served in the U.S. Navy back in the 60's, I have always been a bit partial to the 'pomp and circumstance' of Military ceremony. During my basic training days at the Great Lakes Naval Training Center, I was assigned to a 'special unit' in boot camp. All the guys in our company were either in the 'Blue Jacket Choir,' the 'Ceremonial Drill Team,' or the 'Cadet Drum and Bugle Corp.'
I was in the Drum and Bugle Corp and we performed weekly at the passing out ceremonies for recruits graduating from Basic Training. It was always a very militarily, ceremonial event that would send chills down your spine.
Over the years, on several occasions, I had the opportunity to see and hear the 'President's Own' United State Marine Corp Band. It is America's oldest continuously active professional musical organization, formed in 1778. In 1780, the 25 years young John Philip Sousa was appointed Musical Director and Conductor, and in later years, became known as the 'March King,' for his fantastic military march compositions.
Quite honestly, I don't think I have ever heard a better rendition of 'Stars and Stripes Forever,' than when the Marine Band plays it. After all, Sousa probably wrote it for the instrumentation of the Marine Band.
To me, the chill and excitement that I get from hearing a good military march tune, is not a bit different than the feeling I get when I hear "Hail West Virginia,' "Glory, glory Georgia," or even "God Bless America." It's all about patriotism, roots, love of country and dedication.
As we all prepare to celebrate another 'Fourth of July,' in celebration of our great nation's independence, I think about the freedoms that myself, and probably most of you, take for granted each and everyday.
I think about the countless lives, over all the years, and all the great wars, that our country has lost in the services of our military. Freedom is not FREE, freedom has a price, and the many honorable men and women, that have given their lives for the cause of freedom, deserve more respect and honor than we normally show.
To me, 'patriotism' has many meanings. It truly is the goose bumps from hearing a great, patriotic march tune, it's the tear in our eyes that run down our face when we hear 'Taps' played at a memorial service, it's the pride that swells inside of us at the sight of a low flying military flyover, and it's the reverence and respect that is shown when 'Our National Anthem' is played at the beginning of every sporting event.
Patriotism is defined by some as love, support and defense of one's country, national loyalty.
To me, patriotism is most certainly love of country, patriotism is the dedication and respect that is shown for the 'greatness of our country,' and all the sacrifice that it has taken to keep us free and the home of the brave.
So, if I get a little upset when individuals don't stand up during the 'passing of the colors,' meaning, when our National and State flags might pass by during a parade or whatever, well excuse me.
Call it old school, call it 'pissy ass,' call it whatever you choose, but it's very simple folks.
My Grandfather, my Father, myself and my two brothers, all served in the military of this great nation, to protect her. As did my sister's husband and her son-in-law, and as did my brother-in-law on my wife's side of the family.
So there, the simplicity of the matter is that we are a very 'Patriotic Family.' Our veins run red, white and blue. We get excited about fireworks, hot dogs, watermelon and ribs on the 4th of July.
The truth of the matter is that most of YOU that might read this, are just like me. The 'Fourth of July' truly means something. So, celebrate my friends, we are free today because of all the 'patriots' that have gone before us.
Raise a flag, raise a toast and sing 'God Bless America.' We truly live in the 'Home of the Brave.'
Here's to you 'Old Glory,' and everything you stand for.
Happy Fourth of July 2010
Being a rather old school sort of guy, 'patriotism' runs very deep in my veins. The mere sight of 'Old Glory' flying high, red, white and blue bunting on a holiday weekend, or the sounds of 'The Stars and Stripes Forever" by an excellent military band or symphonic orchestra still gives me 'goose bumps.'
Having served in the U.S. Navy back in the 60's, I have always been a bit partial to the 'pomp and circumstance' of Military ceremony. During my basic training days at the Great Lakes Naval Training Center, I was assigned to a 'special unit' in boot camp. All the guys in our company were either in the 'Blue Jacket Choir,' the 'Ceremonial Drill Team,' or the 'Cadet Drum and Bugle Corp.'
I was in the Drum and Bugle Corp and we performed weekly at the passing out ceremonies for recruits graduating from Basic Training. It was always a very militarily, ceremonial event that would send chills down your spine.
Over the years, on several occasions, I had the opportunity to see and hear the 'President's Own' United State Marine Corp Band. It is America's oldest continuously active professional musical organization, formed in 1778. In 1780, the 25 years young John Philip Sousa was appointed Musical Director and Conductor, and in later years, became known as the 'March King,' for his fantastic military march compositions.
Quite honestly, I don't think I have ever heard a better rendition of 'Stars and Stripes Forever,' than when the Marine Band plays it. After all, Sousa probably wrote it for the instrumentation of the Marine Band.
To me, the chill and excitement that I get from hearing a good military march tune, is not a bit different than the feeling I get when I hear "Hail West Virginia,' "Glory, glory Georgia," or even "God Bless America." It's all about patriotism, roots, love of country and dedication.
As we all prepare to celebrate another 'Fourth of July,' in celebration of our great nation's independence, I think about the freedoms that myself, and probably most of you, take for granted each and everyday.
I think about the countless lives, over all the years, and all the great wars, that our country has lost in the services of our military. Freedom is not FREE, freedom has a price, and the many honorable men and women, that have given their lives for the cause of freedom, deserve more respect and honor than we normally show.
To me, 'patriotism' has many meanings. It truly is the goose bumps from hearing a great, patriotic march tune, it's the tear in our eyes that run down our face when we hear 'Taps' played at a memorial service, it's the pride that swells inside of us at the sight of a low flying military flyover, and it's the reverence and respect that is shown when 'Our National Anthem' is played at the beginning of every sporting event.
Patriotism is defined by some as love, support and defense of one's country, national loyalty.
To me, patriotism is most certainly love of country, patriotism is the dedication and respect that is shown for the 'greatness of our country,' and all the sacrifice that it has taken to keep us free and the home of the brave.
So, if I get a little upset when individuals don't stand up during the 'passing of the colors,' meaning, when our National and State flags might pass by during a parade or whatever, well excuse me.
Call it old school, call it 'pissy ass,' call it whatever you choose, but it's very simple folks.
My Grandfather, my Father, myself and my two brothers, all served in the military of this great nation, to protect her. As did my sister's husband and her son-in-law, and as did my brother-in-law on my wife's side of the family.
So there, the simplicity of the matter is that we are a very 'Patriotic Family.' Our veins run red, white and blue. We get excited about fireworks, hot dogs, watermelon and ribs on the 4th of July.
The truth of the matter is that most of YOU that might read this, are just like me. The 'Fourth of July' truly means something. So, celebrate my friends, we are free today because of all the 'patriots' that have gone before us.
Raise a flag, raise a toast and sing 'God Bless America.' We truly live in the 'Home of the Brave.'
Here's to you 'Old Glory,' and everything you stand for.
Happy Fourth of July 2010
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
"A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON THE WAY TO 3RD BASE"
As many of you may know, from reading my personal posts to 'Facebook,' after living in Atlanta for 15 years, I have become a huge fan of the Atlanta Braves. Although, we only live within a 35 minute drive to Turner Field, the home of the Braves, I really don't get to see as many games as I might wish. However, this past weekend, my son and I got to see the Braves play an inter-league match-up with the Detroit Tigers.
We were sort of excited about the match-up, since the Braves were coming home after losing a 3 game set with the Chicago White Sox. The Braves have been strong contenders all season on their home diamond, plus we remember all the years that Jim Leyland managed the Pittsburgh Pirates while we still lived in West Virginia. Funny that our son, Chris commented, "Hey Dad, I can remember the days when Leyland smoked like a freight train in the dugout." Those days are certainly history. So, we were looking forward to seeing the 'old skipper' again, as well as hoping that the Braves could get back on the winning side of the ledger.
With temperature forecasts looming to be in the mid 90's for the Saturday, 4:00 o-clock start, Chris had hoped to be able to find tickets in a shaded area, but most people attending the game, obviously all had the same idea. Long story short, we had two tickets to be picked up at the 'Will Call' window, but not exactly sure how much sun we would have to catch out in the Left Field Terrace.
As things would have it, Chris was running late in arriving to Newnan on Friday evening, so we had made arrangements to meet for dinner. I arrived a few minutes prior to him and ran into very good friends, they too dining out for the evening. Soon, our conversation led to Saturday's activities, and Michael asked me if we would like to go to the Braves Game on Saturday. They had two extra tickets and were quite certain that their seats were probably in a shaded area in the Terrace Level, not far behind Home Plate.
Finally, Chris arrived, we all discussed the various ticket venues and immediately decided to join them in their shaded seats. We were just going to take our chances on possibly selling our tickets prior to the game.
Chris and I decided to head to the stadium earlier than normal, with hope that we might sell the tickets before heading to our seats for pre-game activities. Most folks seemed to have tickets in hand, and the only real interest was from 'ticket brokers.' As game time grew closer, we finally sold them to a broker for about half price, but whatever, two tickets sold, two better tickets in hand, we headed to meet our friends in the stadium.
Arriving at Section 206, we not only ran into our friends, Michael and Denise, we found that our seats were just 5 rows down from the mezzanine, in an all shaded area and only a few steps from the restrooms. So, soon to be 'game-on,' we all settled into our seats and anxiously await the 1st pitch.
Scheduled to pitch for the Atlanta Braves was Kenshin Kawakami. With a season record of 0-9, we all felt that sooner or later, the odds were going to turn for this guy and he would finally get his first win of the season.
Throughout most of the game, the two pitchers were matched in a pitching duel that left the Tigers leading 1-0 going to the bottom of the 7th inning. After two consecutive walks by Detroit's relief pitcher, it brought Chipper Jones to the plate. This set the stage for the future 'Hall of Famer' to turn on a 100 mph fastball and deposit it in the right center field seats for a 3-1 lead and his 200th career home run. Not only a milestone in Chipper's career at Turner Field, it also tied him with the great, Cal Ripkin, Jr. for 431 career home runs.
It is at this point in the game, that "a funny thing happened on the way to 3rd base."
Now at the top of the 8th inning, and the Braves leading the game 3-1, what would be the time that the Braves teammates take their places on the field for the next inning of play, Chipper hustles to his position at 3rd base, only to turn around and find that he is the only player on the field. For a brief period of possibly 30 seconds, the stadium began to fill with applause as the home town faithful fans erupted into a standing ovation. Chipper actually seemed embarrassed by the event, but soon tipped his cap to the crowd as the balance of his team mates came back onto the playing surface.
On this early, heated summer afternoon at the 'Ted.' not only did the Braves continue their home winning streak and Chipper hit his 200th Home Run within the confines of Turner Field, but it also allowed the loyal fans of the Atlanta Braves the opportunity to pay a special tribute to a player that has been as steadfast to the Braves as the old remaining Blue Wall of Fulton County Stadium.
By the way, the Braves relief staff did everything they could do to possibly blow the game. In the Top of the 9th inning, the score 3-2 and the bases loaded, it took what appeared to be an obvious 'bad call' by the home plate umpire, to get the Braves out of the inning and finally give
Kenshin Kawakami his first win of the season.
So, on a day when "a funny thing happened on the way to 3rd base," Chris and I, our friends, Michael and Denise and a crowd of thousands, shared in a great game, a win, a bad call and a 'tip of the cap.'
Nice job Chipper . . . see you in the "Hall."
We were sort of excited about the match-up, since the Braves were coming home after losing a 3 game set with the Chicago White Sox. The Braves have been strong contenders all season on their home diamond, plus we remember all the years that Jim Leyland managed the Pittsburgh Pirates while we still lived in West Virginia. Funny that our son, Chris commented, "Hey Dad, I can remember the days when Leyland smoked like a freight train in the dugout." Those days are certainly history. So, we were looking forward to seeing the 'old skipper' again, as well as hoping that the Braves could get back on the winning side of the ledger.
With temperature forecasts looming to be in the mid 90's for the Saturday, 4:00 o-clock start, Chris had hoped to be able to find tickets in a shaded area, but most people attending the game, obviously all had the same idea. Long story short, we had two tickets to be picked up at the 'Will Call' window, but not exactly sure how much sun we would have to catch out in the Left Field Terrace.
As things would have it, Chris was running late in arriving to Newnan on Friday evening, so we had made arrangements to meet for dinner. I arrived a few minutes prior to him and ran into very good friends, they too dining out for the evening. Soon, our conversation led to Saturday's activities, and Michael asked me if we would like to go to the Braves Game on Saturday. They had two extra tickets and were quite certain that their seats were probably in a shaded area in the Terrace Level, not far behind Home Plate.
Finally, Chris arrived, we all discussed the various ticket venues and immediately decided to join them in their shaded seats. We were just going to take our chances on possibly selling our tickets prior to the game.
Chris and I decided to head to the stadium earlier than normal, with hope that we might sell the tickets before heading to our seats for pre-game activities. Most folks seemed to have tickets in hand, and the only real interest was from 'ticket brokers.' As game time grew closer, we finally sold them to a broker for about half price, but whatever, two tickets sold, two better tickets in hand, we headed to meet our friends in the stadium.
Arriving at Section 206, we not only ran into our friends, Michael and Denise, we found that our seats were just 5 rows down from the mezzanine, in an all shaded area and only a few steps from the restrooms. So, soon to be 'game-on,' we all settled into our seats and anxiously await the 1st pitch.
Scheduled to pitch for the Atlanta Braves was Kenshin Kawakami. With a season record of 0-9, we all felt that sooner or later, the odds were going to turn for this guy and he would finally get his first win of the season.
Throughout most of the game, the two pitchers were matched in a pitching duel that left the Tigers leading 1-0 going to the bottom of the 7th inning. After two consecutive walks by Detroit's relief pitcher, it brought Chipper Jones to the plate. This set the stage for the future 'Hall of Famer' to turn on a 100 mph fastball and deposit it in the right center field seats for a 3-1 lead and his 200th career home run. Not only a milestone in Chipper's career at Turner Field, it also tied him with the great, Cal Ripkin, Jr. for 431 career home runs.
It is at this point in the game, that "a funny thing happened on the way to 3rd base."
Now at the top of the 8th inning, and the Braves leading the game 3-1, what would be the time that the Braves teammates take their places on the field for the next inning of play, Chipper hustles to his position at 3rd base, only to turn around and find that he is the only player on the field. For a brief period of possibly 30 seconds, the stadium began to fill with applause as the home town faithful fans erupted into a standing ovation. Chipper actually seemed embarrassed by the event, but soon tipped his cap to the crowd as the balance of his team mates came back onto the playing surface.
On this early, heated summer afternoon at the 'Ted.' not only did the Braves continue their home winning streak and Chipper hit his 200th Home Run within the confines of Turner Field, but it also allowed the loyal fans of the Atlanta Braves the opportunity to pay a special tribute to a player that has been as steadfast to the Braves as the old remaining Blue Wall of Fulton County Stadium.
By the way, the Braves relief staff did everything they could do to possibly blow the game. In the Top of the 9th inning, the score 3-2 and the bases loaded, it took what appeared to be an obvious 'bad call' by the home plate umpire, to get the Braves out of the inning and finally give
Kenshin Kawakami his first win of the season.
So, on a day when "a funny thing happened on the way to 3rd base," Chris and I, our friends, Michael and Denise and a crowd of thousands, shared in a great game, a win, a bad call and a 'tip of the cap.'
Nice job Chipper . . . see you in the "Hall."
Friday, June 25, 2010
2010 Season . . . could be the impossible dream for retiring 'Bobby Cox.'
It's late June in the biggest city of the South, and the Atlanta Braves find themselves in 1st place in the National League East.
They have returned home to the friendly confines of Turner Field, on the Southside of Atlanta, after losing a 3 game series to the boys from the Southside of Chicago, The Chicago White Sox. There's nothing in the game that can normally get rid of the bad taste of a 3 game series loss, than coming back to Atlanta for a 9 game home stand. The Braves have played very well at home this year, and this coming weekend's "Alumni Festivities" should fire up the 25 man roster to get back on track
The Braves find themselves with a half game led over the New York Mets, and now launching another inter-league match up against the Detroit Tigers.
Knowing that the 2010 season would be Bobby Cox's final campaign of his 'Hall of Fame' career, the Braves appear to be playing at a level that just could make Cox's final year as the Bravo's Skipper, one to remember and sort of 'the impossible dream.'
Working daily in the 'heart of Buckhead,' a vibrant and upbeat section of Atlanta, I see and hear an exciting 'buzz' among Brave Fans almost on a daily basis. There is a level of enthusiasm that hasn't existed for several years since the Brave's 14 year run in winning the National League East Pennant. Not since 2005 have the Braves played as well and generated the excitement that appears to be growing with each additional win.
Winning records and divisional races can certainly turn up the heat, but for this Braves Squad, there are several key reasons that are certainly adding to the fan support and excitement. Here are just some of the elements driving the buzz.
Jason Heyward, the Braves outstanding, 20 year old rookie sensation is amazing experts and local fans alike, as he positions himself possibly as an All Star participant in his first year in the majors. Although he is currently going through a bit of a slump offensively, his continues to excel with his defense and the speed at which he runs the base pads. By the way, I had the pleasure of seeing him hit his first big league home run during his first time at bat at Turner Field in April. No doubt, the buzz started back on opening day.
The Braves pitching staff, both starters and relievers, have performed well most of the season. Going into the season, baseball experts were touting the Braves pitching staff to be among the best in the National League. One week into summer, the entire staff continues to keep the Braves in most games.
Troy Glaus, Atlanta's new 1st baseman, normally hitting in the clean up position, struggled throughout most of the early season, but over the past month or so, Glaus is delivering on every expectation that the Brave's management and ownership expected when they signed him. Currently, he is among the leaders in home runs and runs batted in. His contribution over the past six weeks has had a major effect on Atlanta's movement into 1st place in the Eastern Division.
The experience and knowledge of a senior, tenured Manager such as Bobby Cox appears to win more games than not. With a very deep bench of substitute and utility players, it has appeared that Bobby is hitting all the right buttons, playing the right hunch or making the right calls in most cases. As he makes his farewell visits to baseball parks all across the country, there's no doubt that he is certainly receiving the admiration and respect from fans, players and managers alike. Bobby Cox is well liked and respected throughout Major League Baseball.
So, couple all the various elements that are required to produce a winning record in the majors, then add the individual performances by a hand full of super stars, as well as journeyman like results from just about every other member of this squad; bingo, you have a growing level of excitement that could very well produce 'the impossible dream' for Bobby Cox and every Braves fan across the country.
A little too early to start thinking of a Divisional Title, National League Pennant or even a World Series, absolutely. However, there just seems to be something magical or special about this Braves team this year.
Finally, let's never say never. Maybe, just because Cox has announced his retirement, this team comes to the ball park every day or every night, playing with just a bit more focus and a bit more spark and fun, simply because they want to give another title to the skipper, Bobby Cox.
It really could be 'that impossible dream,' just one more time . . . but after all, I'm just thinkin'.
They have returned home to the friendly confines of Turner Field, on the Southside of Atlanta, after losing a 3 game series to the boys from the Southside of Chicago, The Chicago White Sox. There's nothing in the game that can normally get rid of the bad taste of a 3 game series loss, than coming back to Atlanta for a 9 game home stand. The Braves have played very well at home this year, and this coming weekend's "Alumni Festivities" should fire up the 25 man roster to get back on track
The Braves find themselves with a half game led over the New York Mets, and now launching another inter-league match up against the Detroit Tigers.
Knowing that the 2010 season would be Bobby Cox's final campaign of his 'Hall of Fame' career, the Braves appear to be playing at a level that just could make Cox's final year as the Bravo's Skipper, one to remember and sort of 'the impossible dream.'
Working daily in the 'heart of Buckhead,' a vibrant and upbeat section of Atlanta, I see and hear an exciting 'buzz' among Brave Fans almost on a daily basis. There is a level of enthusiasm that hasn't existed for several years since the Brave's 14 year run in winning the National League East Pennant. Not since 2005 have the Braves played as well and generated the excitement that appears to be growing with each additional win.
Winning records and divisional races can certainly turn up the heat, but for this Braves Squad, there are several key reasons that are certainly adding to the fan support and excitement. Here are just some of the elements driving the buzz.
Jason Heyward, the Braves outstanding, 20 year old rookie sensation is amazing experts and local fans alike, as he positions himself possibly as an All Star participant in his first year in the majors. Although he is currently going through a bit of a slump offensively, his continues to excel with his defense and the speed at which he runs the base pads. By the way, I had the pleasure of seeing him hit his first big league home run during his first time at bat at Turner Field in April. No doubt, the buzz started back on opening day.
The Braves pitching staff, both starters and relievers, have performed well most of the season. Going into the season, baseball experts were touting the Braves pitching staff to be among the best in the National League. One week into summer, the entire staff continues to keep the Braves in most games.
Troy Glaus, Atlanta's new 1st baseman, normally hitting in the clean up position, struggled throughout most of the early season, but over the past month or so, Glaus is delivering on every expectation that the Brave's management and ownership expected when they signed him. Currently, he is among the leaders in home runs and runs batted in. His contribution over the past six weeks has had a major effect on Atlanta's movement into 1st place in the Eastern Division.
The experience and knowledge of a senior, tenured Manager such as Bobby Cox appears to win more games than not. With a very deep bench of substitute and utility players, it has appeared that Bobby is hitting all the right buttons, playing the right hunch or making the right calls in most cases. As he makes his farewell visits to baseball parks all across the country, there's no doubt that he is certainly receiving the admiration and respect from fans, players and managers alike. Bobby Cox is well liked and respected throughout Major League Baseball.
So, couple all the various elements that are required to produce a winning record in the majors, then add the individual performances by a hand full of super stars, as well as journeyman like results from just about every other member of this squad; bingo, you have a growing level of excitement that could very well produce 'the impossible dream' for Bobby Cox and every Braves fan across the country.
A little too early to start thinking of a Divisional Title, National League Pennant or even a World Series, absolutely. However, there just seems to be something magical or special about this Braves team this year.
Finally, let's never say never. Maybe, just because Cox has announced his retirement, this team comes to the ball park every day or every night, playing with just a bit more focus and a bit more spark and fun, simply because they want to give another title to the skipper, Bobby Cox.
It really could be 'that impossible dream,' just one more time . . . but after all, I'm just thinkin'.
Friday, June 11, 2010
" A War Eagle Afternoon in Auburn, Alabama "
As a life long West Virginia Mountaineer Fan living in the Atlanta Area for nearly 15 years, I have grown to also become a big fan of the SEC, as well as The University of Georgia.
My UGA alliance has grown from many trips to Athens, GA while our daughter, Ali attended undergraduate and grad school at Georgia. Over these years, I have also become a huge fan of the South Eastern Conference. As one of the perennial super powers in collegiate football, year over year, the SEC football schedule always makes for an interesting fall.
Last fall, West Virginia was scheduled to play Auburn at Jordan-Hare Stadium in Auburn, Alabama. Well ahead of time, the wheels started turning with our family and friends, in possibly making plans to attend the game.
Except for several Georgia games in Athens, Barb and I had never ventured to any other SEC venues, so the possibility of attending the Auburn game was very exciting. After several phones calls, plans were in place.
My very good friend, Terry Shorr, an avid Mountaineer Fan and Season Ticket holder was able to secure tickets and I soon heard from another great friend, Kerr Kump. Kerr and Susie told me that they were planning an Auburn road trip with their two sons, Will and Cyrus, and their significant others.
Before long, all the plans were in place for a Mountaineer weekend in the heart of the SEC.
Let's forward to the weekend of Sept. 17-20, 2009.
Thursday, September 17, 2010
Terry Shorr was expected to arrive early Thursday evening. I was just hoping he might get out of Charleston, (WV) without possibly locking his keys in the trunk of his car. ( private joke, just ask him about it ) After getting lost several times, he finally arrived late that evening. Very tired from his long day of travel, a few cold beers and we shuffled him off to bed.
Kerr and Susie, and Will and his lovely wife Amy were due to arrive late Thursday night as well. They planned to go straight to their motel in Newnan, and we would all meet some time Friday. Cyrus and his fiance, Amy were due to drive in early on Friday.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Part of Kerr's plans were to possibly trade vehicles while he and the family were in Atlanta. This is a story in itself, so we won't even go there.
In anticipation of getting the Mountaineer-Auburn weekend kicked off in grand fashion, we all planned to meet at our home for a bit of a reunion afternoon and a few pre-game brews. As we had done on another occasion when Kerr and Susie were visiting us, we invited Kerr's cousins to join us. They live just 40 south of Newnan in LaGrange, GA. Having met them several years ago, I assured my friend Terry that we were in for a treat. For whatever reason, the residents of LaGrange speak with a southern draw and accent that is native to LaGrange only. Talk about a south Georgia accent, you really have to listen carefully to understand them. The cousins, Bonnie, Hazel and Turner added several hours of humor to a fun filled afternoon. At some point in the afternoon, conversations finally got around to football.
We were expecting our son, Chris to join us later in the evening. He was actually planning to do a "Low Country Boil" for our game day tailgate, but advance weather forecasts for game day were so threatening with forecasts for heavy rain, we planned to scrap that idea.
Eventually, the entire group decided to go out for dinner while the excitement for game day continued to encompass most of the conversation from this point, on. After a great dinner out with the group, Barb, Terry and I headed back to our home, while Kerr, Susie and their clan headed to their motel. We all planned to meet at our home Saturday morning. After all, game time the following day wasn't until 7:30 PM and Auburn is just an hour or so south of Newnan.
Saturday, September 19, 2010 Game Day,
West Virginia University vs. Auburn University
Around noon, when everyone started arriving at our home, the weather was bad and the long range afternoon and evening forecast looked even more threatening.
Within an hour or so, the skies seem to brighten up a little bit and the entire group decided, rain or shine, we would head it south toward Auburn. As we drove closer and closer to the Alabama state line, skies were appearing to brighten and we started to run out of the heavy rain showers. By the time we reached Auburn, the sun was out and temperatures were really warm.
Our son, Chris had been to Auburn on several occasions and was rather sure he could get us to a good tailgate location, so he led the way and everyone else followed. He found a great little parking lot behind a church and in no time, the tailgate was on.
It was at this exact time, that we started to experience the greatest 'game day experience' most of us had ever seen. Most of the cars parked along us in this lot were all Auburn Tiger Fans. Almost immediately, Auburn folks were coming up, introducing themselves, welcoming us to Auburn and always mentioning that they hoped we would have a great game day experience. I've never seen anything like it, anywhere. I just hope a lot of Mountaineer Fans took this experience back to Morgantown and possibly try to mirror it to visiting fans from other schools.
The students that were tending the entrance to the parking lot came by and welcomed us to feel free to use the all purpose room of their building. Remembering that I mentioned that it was very warm, most of the ladies in our group found the air conditioning very comfortable for a while.
Our tailgate continued well into the late afternoon, everyone enjoying colds beers and young Cyrus' home made pepperoni rolls. Honestly, they were to kill for. Great job Cy ! Most of the afternoon was spent catching up on old times with Kerr and Susie and the boys, Chris, Will and Cyrus hadn't seen each other in quite some time. A good time was had by all, even the wonderful Auburn fans that visited with us most of the afternoon. Many of them shared stories of having been to Morgantown the previous year when the Mountaineers prevailed 34-17.
Around 5 PM, the entire group decided we should probably make our way toward downtown and the campus. It was still quite warm, however clouds were starting to re-mass and the skies were getting darker.
As we approached "Toomer's Corner," on the corner of Magnolia and College streets, it was like the skies opened up and rained cats and dogs. I'll tell you more about Toomer's Corner in a moment. As it rained harder and harder, the group sort of got broken up a bit as everyone darted for cover wherever we might find it. Naturally, none of us had any rain gear.
Okay, "Toomer's Corner." This famous location is named after the "Toomer's Drug Store," a landmark that's been there for over 150 years. Located on this corner are two massive live Oak Trees. Legend has it that after every Auburn victory, students "toilet paper" these two large trees. In checking the internet, it's said that it normally costs around $4000.00 each week to clean up the mess, however the tradition continues. Just a wee bit of history.
As we tried to round up our entire group, we finally met at a corner pub where it was dry and the guys could find another brew or two before finally heading into the stadium. Through out the afternoon, Auburn fans continued to come up to our group ( everyone clad in WVU shirts, hats, etc.) all afternoon, welcoming us to Auburn. Unbelievable ! I finally stopped a young couple and asked them about the "Welcome to Auburn" process. They shared with us that it is actually part of the Freshman Orientation. Wow, a wonderful tradition that apparently has grown with each new generation.
As we approached 'Jordan-Hare Stadium,' once again it had starting to rain rather heavily, and word started filtering back through the crowds that the game had been delayed by one hour. Actually, Auburn officials evacuated the stadium due to heavy thunder and rather frightening lightening.
So, by now, most of us had been drenched twice, and all we really cared about was getting this game kicked off. Trust me, game days at the SEC level are an experience to behold, but many of the pre-game activities had been cancelled due to field conditions and the late start of the game. We were all looking forward to seeing "The War Eagle" fly down to the field, but missed that too.
We all had anticipated seeing at least parts, of the Mountaineer Marching Band pre-game, but neither bands were allowed on the field. Once the stadium started to fill, if my memory serves me right, most of the 87,000 plus seats were taken. We were all impressed with the numbers of Mountaineer fans that had made the long trek to Auburn.
Finally, game time. The rest of this story can be found in the history books. West Virgina lost the game 41-30. Several key injuries and turnovers and Auburn's skill level was a bit too much for the Mountaineers on this early fall evening on "The Plains."
It was very late by the time we all arrived back in Newnan. On Sunday, everyone headed back to their prospective homes with great memories of an early fall afternoon in Auburn, Alabama.
We all continue to marvel over the actual game day experience. The Tiger Fans were the most polite and welcoming that I have ever experienced in all my travels.
Having said that, I guess they can continue to say "War Damn Eagle," all they care too. I'll certainly never forget the orange and blue experience I had. Tradition continues on this southern campus, we even saw young, male students of the university dressed in orange slacks and navy blazers with the standard orange/blue striped silk ties.
So, on that " War Eagle afternoon in Auburn, Alabama," a great time was had by all.
My UGA alliance has grown from many trips to Athens, GA while our daughter, Ali attended undergraduate and grad school at Georgia. Over these years, I have also become a huge fan of the South Eastern Conference. As one of the perennial super powers in collegiate football, year over year, the SEC football schedule always makes for an interesting fall.
Last fall, West Virginia was scheduled to play Auburn at Jordan-Hare Stadium in Auburn, Alabama. Well ahead of time, the wheels started turning with our family and friends, in possibly making plans to attend the game.
Except for several Georgia games in Athens, Barb and I had never ventured to any other SEC venues, so the possibility of attending the Auburn game was very exciting. After several phones calls, plans were in place.
My very good friend, Terry Shorr, an avid Mountaineer Fan and Season Ticket holder was able to secure tickets and I soon heard from another great friend, Kerr Kump. Kerr and Susie told me that they were planning an Auburn road trip with their two sons, Will and Cyrus, and their significant others.
Before long, all the plans were in place for a Mountaineer weekend in the heart of the SEC.
Let's forward to the weekend of Sept. 17-20, 2009.
Thursday, September 17, 2010
Terry Shorr was expected to arrive early Thursday evening. I was just hoping he might get out of Charleston, (WV) without possibly locking his keys in the trunk of his car. ( private joke, just ask him about it ) After getting lost several times, he finally arrived late that evening. Very tired from his long day of travel, a few cold beers and we shuffled him off to bed.
Kerr and Susie, and Will and his lovely wife Amy were due to arrive late Thursday night as well. They planned to go straight to their motel in Newnan, and we would all meet some time Friday. Cyrus and his fiance, Amy were due to drive in early on Friday.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Part of Kerr's plans were to possibly trade vehicles while he and the family were in Atlanta. This is a story in itself, so we won't even go there.
In anticipation of getting the Mountaineer-Auburn weekend kicked off in grand fashion, we all planned to meet at our home for a bit of a reunion afternoon and a few pre-game brews. As we had done on another occasion when Kerr and Susie were visiting us, we invited Kerr's cousins to join us. They live just 40 south of Newnan in LaGrange, GA. Having met them several years ago, I assured my friend Terry that we were in for a treat. For whatever reason, the residents of LaGrange speak with a southern draw and accent that is native to LaGrange only. Talk about a south Georgia accent, you really have to listen carefully to understand them. The cousins, Bonnie, Hazel and Turner added several hours of humor to a fun filled afternoon. At some point in the afternoon, conversations finally got around to football.
We were expecting our son, Chris to join us later in the evening. He was actually planning to do a "Low Country Boil" for our game day tailgate, but advance weather forecasts for game day were so threatening with forecasts for heavy rain, we planned to scrap that idea.
Eventually, the entire group decided to go out for dinner while the excitement for game day continued to encompass most of the conversation from this point, on. After a great dinner out with the group, Barb, Terry and I headed back to our home, while Kerr, Susie and their clan headed to their motel. We all planned to meet at our home Saturday morning. After all, game time the following day wasn't until 7:30 PM and Auburn is just an hour or so south of Newnan.
Saturday, September 19, 2010 Game Day,
West Virginia University vs. Auburn University
Around noon, when everyone started arriving at our home, the weather was bad and the long range afternoon and evening forecast looked even more threatening.
Within an hour or so, the skies seem to brighten up a little bit and the entire group decided, rain or shine, we would head it south toward Auburn. As we drove closer and closer to the Alabama state line, skies were appearing to brighten and we started to run out of the heavy rain showers. By the time we reached Auburn, the sun was out and temperatures were really warm.
Our son, Chris had been to Auburn on several occasions and was rather sure he could get us to a good tailgate location, so he led the way and everyone else followed. He found a great little parking lot behind a church and in no time, the tailgate was on.
It was at this exact time, that we started to experience the greatest 'game day experience' most of us had ever seen. Most of the cars parked along us in this lot were all Auburn Tiger Fans. Almost immediately, Auburn folks were coming up, introducing themselves, welcoming us to Auburn and always mentioning that they hoped we would have a great game day experience. I've never seen anything like it, anywhere. I just hope a lot of Mountaineer Fans took this experience back to Morgantown and possibly try to mirror it to visiting fans from other schools.
The students that were tending the entrance to the parking lot came by and welcomed us to feel free to use the all purpose room of their building. Remembering that I mentioned that it was very warm, most of the ladies in our group found the air conditioning very comfortable for a while.
Our tailgate continued well into the late afternoon, everyone enjoying colds beers and young Cyrus' home made pepperoni rolls. Honestly, they were to kill for. Great job Cy ! Most of the afternoon was spent catching up on old times with Kerr and Susie and the boys, Chris, Will and Cyrus hadn't seen each other in quite some time. A good time was had by all, even the wonderful Auburn fans that visited with us most of the afternoon. Many of them shared stories of having been to Morgantown the previous year when the Mountaineers prevailed 34-17.
Around 5 PM, the entire group decided we should probably make our way toward downtown and the campus. It was still quite warm, however clouds were starting to re-mass and the skies were getting darker.
As we approached "Toomer's Corner," on the corner of Magnolia and College streets, it was like the skies opened up and rained cats and dogs. I'll tell you more about Toomer's Corner in a moment. As it rained harder and harder, the group sort of got broken up a bit as everyone darted for cover wherever we might find it. Naturally, none of us had any rain gear.
Okay, "Toomer's Corner." This famous location is named after the "Toomer's Drug Store," a landmark that's been there for over 150 years. Located on this corner are two massive live Oak Trees. Legend has it that after every Auburn victory, students "toilet paper" these two large trees. In checking the internet, it's said that it normally costs around $4000.00 each week to clean up the mess, however the tradition continues. Just a wee bit of history.
As we tried to round up our entire group, we finally met at a corner pub where it was dry and the guys could find another brew or two before finally heading into the stadium. Through out the afternoon, Auburn fans continued to come up to our group ( everyone clad in WVU shirts, hats, etc.) all afternoon, welcoming us to Auburn. Unbelievable ! I finally stopped a young couple and asked them about the "Welcome to Auburn" process. They shared with us that it is actually part of the Freshman Orientation. Wow, a wonderful tradition that apparently has grown with each new generation.
As we approached 'Jordan-Hare Stadium,' once again it had starting to rain rather heavily, and word started filtering back through the crowds that the game had been delayed by one hour. Actually, Auburn officials evacuated the stadium due to heavy thunder and rather frightening lightening.
So, by now, most of us had been drenched twice, and all we really cared about was getting this game kicked off. Trust me, game days at the SEC level are an experience to behold, but many of the pre-game activities had been cancelled due to field conditions and the late start of the game. We were all looking forward to seeing "The War Eagle" fly down to the field, but missed that too.
We all had anticipated seeing at least parts, of the Mountaineer Marching Band pre-game, but neither bands were allowed on the field. Once the stadium started to fill, if my memory serves me right, most of the 87,000 plus seats were taken. We were all impressed with the numbers of Mountaineer fans that had made the long trek to Auburn.
Finally, game time. The rest of this story can be found in the history books. West Virgina lost the game 41-30. Several key injuries and turnovers and Auburn's skill level was a bit too much for the Mountaineers on this early fall evening on "The Plains."
It was very late by the time we all arrived back in Newnan. On Sunday, everyone headed back to their prospective homes with great memories of an early fall afternoon in Auburn, Alabama.
We all continue to marvel over the actual game day experience. The Tiger Fans were the most polite and welcoming that I have ever experienced in all my travels.
Having said that, I guess they can continue to say "War Damn Eagle," all they care too. I'll certainly never forget the orange and blue experience I had. Tradition continues on this southern campus, we even saw young, male students of the university dressed in orange slacks and navy blazers with the standard orange/blue striped silk ties.
So, on that " War Eagle afternoon in Auburn, Alabama," a great time was had by all.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Tribute to Mr. Jack Basil, a wonderful man, a gifted musician, artist and a great human being ~
Most recently, since launching my own Blog, I find myself thinking daily about other interesting topics that I might enjoy writing about, stories that friends and family can relate to, as well as something the casual reader might enjoy.
With that in mind and looking back over the past 60 years, ( did I really say sixty ) one of the constants in my life has always been music. In searching deeper into my memory bank, I realize that I owe so much to the person that started me out on my musical path so many, many years ago.
I'm very honored to write this tribute to a wonderful person; Mr. Jack Basil. Jack, now on the yea or nay side of 80 years old, still resides in Elkins and has probably had a positive impact on the lives of many people that might have the opportunity to read this, once I post it to Facebook.
So, where to start; I guess I need take a step backwards to 1956-57. This was a point in time when most 5th or 6th graders were given the opportunity to elect "instrumental music" at 3rd Ward School. It was at this time that I first met Mr. Basil. He was the music teacher that would travel from school to school, throughout Randolph County, and first expose young students to the fun and interesting world of "instrumental music."
I elected to hopefully become a drummer/percussionist. From the very beginning, I developed a passion to excel and practiced with great dedication with the help and encouragement from Mr. Basil.
As I completed my sixth grade year at 3rd Ward School, Jack was appointed as the new Band Director at Elkins Junior High School. Being very fortunate to make varsity band as a 7th grader, I remember that my Mother almost had to fully reconstruct my uniform because I was so short and small. I'll probably never forget the excitement I felt when I dawned that green and white uniform for the very first time.
In thinking about Jack, I recall just how much of a perfectionist he was. Always an excellent teacher, he was able to get the very best from each of his students. For this reason, throughout his entire career, all his groups, be it the bands, ensembles, choral groups or whatever, always performed well and earned honors no matter where they performed or competed.
It was during my junior high years that I developed the desire to be a 'set drummer.' During this time, my father was very much involved with the local American Legion when they started scheduling 'Teen Dances' with live rock and roll bands. I recall going with him, sitting in the back room just off stage and watching the drummers. In no time, I found myself trying to put together a make shift trap set from 'odds and ends' Mr. Basil would allow me to use from the band room.
Soon thereafter, a group of my friends started our own little rock and roll band. "If we didn't think we were the cat's meow." Hum . . . 'The Downbeats": I'll never forget that our first paying gig was for Mervin Gutshall's Grandmother and her Norton Sewing Circle. How funny is that, a group of young teenage rock and rollers, playing rock music for a group of little ole 80 year old ladies. I think they passed the hat and we each got $2..00 a piece.
Woops, I got off track, let me get back to Mr. Basil, he would always stay after school to allow us to practice. By the way, that very feeble group of so called rockers were basically the same group that played together all through high school, later known as the Embers and Dynamics. Without Jack's support, that group probably would have never existed.
As time moved on, my parents soon gave me a set of drums and my love of music continued to grow. Jack soon moved on to be the Director of the Elkins High School Band and me and my classmates moved along to EHS with him. The following 3 years were going to be fun filled and learning years for all of us.
Jack brought a great deal of new ideas to the EHS Band. He certainly had big shoes to fill, taking over after the retirement of the legendary Prof Siedolf. Soon, such new ideas as "The Tiger Tones," the new Stage Band made its place into school assemblies, half time shows, etc. He was one of the first band directors in North Central West Virginia to place special emphasis on his percussion sections. I fondly remember our 1st Percussion Ensemble. It was a top notch group of rudimental drummers in our junior and senior years. We were fortunate to participate in the State Ensemble Festivals at WVU for several years. To this day, I remember the arrangement, the proper sticking and our rendition of "The Downfall of Paris."
All along my musical path, Jack was always there and made an impactful impression on my life. I have often thought that I'm glad that I elected to keep music as my avocation. It has given me years and years of pleasure and enjoyment; all thanks to Mr. Basil.
After retuning from my navy years in London, England, I returned to Elkins and had the opportunity to perform with Jack in various groups over the years. He always excelled as a jazz trumpeter, talent that equalled the excellence that he exemplified during his teaching and directing years.
Until his recent retirement a few years ago, Mr. Basil was also Director of Music and Choir Director at the First Methodist Church in Elkins. He brought musical innovation and change with every group he touched.
As I conclude this story, I would hasten to point out that many friends and past classmates that might read this, would probably agree that Jack had some form of positive impact on their lives, as well.
To the best of my knowledge, Jack is still very active and doing well. He remains to be an active piper in the West Virginia Highlanders, probably still paints ( He is a renown wildlife Artist ) and could probably blow his horn for a 3 hour gig if called upon.
By the way, after retuning from London, it took me several years before I was ever comfortable in calling him Jack. Deep down, I guess he'll always be Mr. Basil to me.
So, in closing, let me say this:
Jack, as I can fondly call you now, somewhere along the way, I truly hope you have the opportunity to read this.
You were always one of my mentors, and there have been many, and needless to say, you had quite an impact on my life. There will always be a 'special corner' in my heart for you; a wonderful man, a gifted musician and artist and a great human being.
With that in mind and looking back over the past 60 years, ( did I really say sixty ) one of the constants in my life has always been music. In searching deeper into my memory bank, I realize that I owe so much to the person that started me out on my musical path so many, many years ago.
I'm very honored to write this tribute to a wonderful person; Mr. Jack Basil. Jack, now on the yea or nay side of 80 years old, still resides in Elkins and has probably had a positive impact on the lives of many people that might have the opportunity to read this, once I post it to Facebook.
So, where to start; I guess I need take a step backwards to 1956-57. This was a point in time when most 5th or 6th graders were given the opportunity to elect "instrumental music" at 3rd Ward School. It was at this time that I first met Mr. Basil. He was the music teacher that would travel from school to school, throughout Randolph County, and first expose young students to the fun and interesting world of "instrumental music."
I elected to hopefully become a drummer/percussionist. From the very beginning, I developed a passion to excel and practiced with great dedication with the help and encouragement from Mr. Basil.
As I completed my sixth grade year at 3rd Ward School, Jack was appointed as the new Band Director at Elkins Junior High School. Being very fortunate to make varsity band as a 7th grader, I remember that my Mother almost had to fully reconstruct my uniform because I was so short and small. I'll probably never forget the excitement I felt when I dawned that green and white uniform for the very first time.
In thinking about Jack, I recall just how much of a perfectionist he was. Always an excellent teacher, he was able to get the very best from each of his students. For this reason, throughout his entire career, all his groups, be it the bands, ensembles, choral groups or whatever, always performed well and earned honors no matter where they performed or competed.
It was during my junior high years that I developed the desire to be a 'set drummer.' During this time, my father was very much involved with the local American Legion when they started scheduling 'Teen Dances' with live rock and roll bands. I recall going with him, sitting in the back room just off stage and watching the drummers. In no time, I found myself trying to put together a make shift trap set from 'odds and ends' Mr. Basil would allow me to use from the band room.
Soon thereafter, a group of my friends started our own little rock and roll band. "If we didn't think we were the cat's meow." Hum . . . 'The Downbeats": I'll never forget that our first paying gig was for Mervin Gutshall's Grandmother and her Norton Sewing Circle. How funny is that, a group of young teenage rock and rollers, playing rock music for a group of little ole 80 year old ladies. I think they passed the hat and we each got $2..00 a piece.
Woops, I got off track, let me get back to Mr. Basil, he would always stay after school to allow us to practice. By the way, that very feeble group of so called rockers were basically the same group that played together all through high school, later known as the Embers and Dynamics. Without Jack's support, that group probably would have never existed.
As time moved on, my parents soon gave me a set of drums and my love of music continued to grow. Jack soon moved on to be the Director of the Elkins High School Band and me and my classmates moved along to EHS with him. The following 3 years were going to be fun filled and learning years for all of us.
Jack brought a great deal of new ideas to the EHS Band. He certainly had big shoes to fill, taking over after the retirement of the legendary Prof Siedolf. Soon, such new ideas as "The Tiger Tones," the new Stage Band made its place into school assemblies, half time shows, etc. He was one of the first band directors in North Central West Virginia to place special emphasis on his percussion sections. I fondly remember our 1st Percussion Ensemble. It was a top notch group of rudimental drummers in our junior and senior years. We were fortunate to participate in the State Ensemble Festivals at WVU for several years. To this day, I remember the arrangement, the proper sticking and our rendition of "The Downfall of Paris."
All along my musical path, Jack was always there and made an impactful impression on my life. I have often thought that I'm glad that I elected to keep music as my avocation. It has given me years and years of pleasure and enjoyment; all thanks to Mr. Basil.
After retuning from my navy years in London, England, I returned to Elkins and had the opportunity to perform with Jack in various groups over the years. He always excelled as a jazz trumpeter, talent that equalled the excellence that he exemplified during his teaching and directing years.
Until his recent retirement a few years ago, Mr. Basil was also Director of Music and Choir Director at the First Methodist Church in Elkins. He brought musical innovation and change with every group he touched.
As I conclude this story, I would hasten to point out that many friends and past classmates that might read this, would probably agree that Jack had some form of positive impact on their lives, as well.
To the best of my knowledge, Jack is still very active and doing well. He remains to be an active piper in the West Virginia Highlanders, probably still paints ( He is a renown wildlife Artist ) and could probably blow his horn for a 3 hour gig if called upon.
By the way, after retuning from London, it took me several years before I was ever comfortable in calling him Jack. Deep down, I guess he'll always be Mr. Basil to me.
So, in closing, let me say this:
Jack, as I can fondly call you now, somewhere along the way, I truly hope you have the opportunity to read this.
You were always one of my mentors, and there have been many, and needless to say, you had quite an impact on my life. There will always be a 'special corner' in my heart for you; a wonderful man, a gifted musician and artist and a great human being.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
" Two Lady Fingers and a Vanilla Coke "
For many of you Facebook Friends that attended Elkins High School, and especially those of you that were members of the Class of '64, the title of this posting might immediately take you back almost 50 years.
I was thinking the other day about our class, and the 46 years that have passed since we graduated in June of 1964. Most members of our class were born in 1946, the first of the so called 'Baby Boomers.,' and most of us celebrate our 64th birthday this year. Just a quick play on the numbers 46 and 64. Oh well, enough numbers.
So, back to the story. For whatever reason, I got to thinking about Elkins and how things have changed over the years. Just by reflecting mentally, I was going street by street, throughout the downtown business area, and remembering the many businesses that existed when we were in school, but as time has moved on, so many of them are no longer there.
One of those that came to mind was Neale's Drug Store on the corner of 3rd Street and Davis Avenue. As many of you may recall, for most, if not all of our high school years, Neale's was the after school hangout. As if it were yesterday, I remember always ordering 2 Lady Fingers and a Vanilla Coke. ( There was no such thing as Diet Cokes in those days. ) However, I do remember those white paper dixie cup inserts that would fit into the aluminum cup holders.
I also recall that it was always hard to find a seat if you were not one of the first to arrive. It was always a rare treat to be able to ride with Nanny Johnson, when she would come and pickup Dee Hartman White. It almost always assured us a prime seat in one of the booths, it just wasn't as cool to sit at one of the tables.
I also so fondly remember 'Madge and Tiny.' The two ladies that ran and serviced the lunch counter and kitchen for years. Damn folks, this was like almost 50 years ago, maybe my memory isn't as bad as I sometimes think it is.
Oh well, . . . 2 Lady Fingers and a Vanilla Coke . . . Can anyone possibly remember how much those cost back in early 60's. I'm thinking possibly .35 cents. Just think, a gallon of gasoline was probably only .25 cents.
So, there goes another fleeting moment in time. Just think Class of '64ers . . . just 4 more quick years and our class will celebrate our 50th High School Reunion.
To quote Kathy Brown Palmer and The Beatles:
when I get older, losing my hair ~
many years from now ~
will you still be sending me a valentine ~
birthday greetings, bottle of wine ~
will you still need me, will you still feed me ~
when I'm sixty four ~
"A small stump can cast a long shadow."
Many of you that have possibly followed my facebook posts, probably realize that I am a bit of an early morning person. The freshness of a new day, mother nature exploding, spending time with our cat 'Puck,' and enjoying my early morning coffee, have always been a neat time for me.
On a recent early morning stroll around our home, I stopped to look at a 4 foot tree stump in our back yard. It is the remainder of a Bradford Pear tree that I planted years ago to honor our Mother after she had passed away in Florida. Bradford Pears are a very brittle tree and have a rather short life span. But they are a beautiful flowering tree in the Spring, and have a lovely symmetrical shape to them, much like that of a pear.
I recall a couple of summers ago, my Son and I were sitting in the driveway, watching the weather change as an evening thunderstorm was moving in. We were having rather heavy winds, when we heard a very loud crack, and really never realized where the sound came from.
Weeks later, when mowing what I call the 'Back Forty,' I noticed that the stately Bradford Pear had a huge crack near the center of the split trunk line. Immediately, I was able to assume that the unusual crack that Chris and I had heard weeks earlier, was the tree trunk cracking from the high winds.
Within a few short weeks and another evening thunderstorm, I awakened one morning to find half of the beautiful Bradford Pear tree on the ground. Another year later, we lost the remainder of the entire tree.
On both occasions, it took me hours to cut up the branches and tree trunks, so as to use it for small fire wood. When the last half of the tree was finally blown down, my small chainsaw labored with each additional 3 foot section that I sawed. By the time my undersized chainsaw finally gave up the ghost, there was about a 4 foot section of the tree trunk that remained, and it survives there as a daily reminder of my wonderful Mother. Thus, the real meaning of this story.
My Mother and I had so many things in common. She too, was very much a morning person and I remember so vividly the times when I would return from my 'Fairmont Times' morning newspaper route. We would sit for a hour or so, over fresh brewed cups of coffee and discuss everything from my school work to what ever was occurring in the family. Even to this day, I miss what she always called 'our morning talks.'
So when I speak of 'a small stump that can cast a long shadow,' this is my reference to the legacy that she left upon my life. There's never a moment in time that I look at the little 4 foot tree stump, that I don't stop and think of all the good times, and everything that I learned from this wonderful woman.
When I mention that she and I had so much in common, it amazes me when I actually stop to think about it. She and her mother alike, both had absolutely beautiful penmanship. I always tried to be able to write as beautifully as either of them. Mother, and my Grandmother, were both very artistic ladies. Over the years, I am convinced that what little bit of artistic abilities that I have, came from these two talented women.
You know, the more I think about it, I believe I'll just leave that little tree stump in our back yard. The shadow that is casted each evening by the setting sun, is a constant reminder of the impact that she had on my life, and the lives of all her children, grandchildren and the many friends that she left behind.
I guess I was named right after all. I carry her father's name with great pride, and owe so much to the lady that brought me into this wonderful world.
Rest in peace dearest Mother and know that your impact on my life is something I think about on a daily basis. Your life on earth was certainly much larger than that small little tree trunk, but the legacy that you left behind, and the shadow that you cast on the lives that you touched, will grow with every forthcoming generation.
Norma Carroll Cockerill Darden ~ Gone but never forgotten ~ " I love you Mom. "
Monday, June 7, 2010
How our son, Chris met his lovely 'Bride to be.'
Friends, meet our Son Chris and his Bride to be, Ms. Jennifer Scott. They were recently engaged about 5 weeks ago in Houston, Texas and we are all looking forward to their fall wedding in Savannah, Georgia
This is a really fun story, and I hope all the parties involved don't mind me taking the liberty to share it. So, without further ado, let's move back in time to when we were taking Chris back to Morgantown, WV for his junior year at West Virginia University.
After living on campus his freshman and sophomore years, he couldn't wait to move off campus. On this trip, we were moving him into a rather 'low rent' apartment not far from the old 'Mountaineer Field house' where I can recall seeing Jerry West play as a Mountaineer back in the late '50s. I was a very young, but remember going there with my father. Years later, when I was in high school, I remember the State Basketball Tournaments being played there, these were years before the current coliseum was constructed.
As we were moving Chris and his belongings into the new 'digs,' I remember a few co-eds moving in several doors down. Over the course of the afternoon, I remember meeting one of the young ladies, Beth. She had commented that she was from Harrisonburg, Virginia, and I used to spend a lot of time in Harrisonburg on business, so at least, we had something in common.
Like most college juniors, Chris was anxious for Mom and Dad to get back on the road, so he and his roommates could get on - getting on.
Several weeks later, I recall Chris calling to let us know that he had blown out his ankle playing football up on the turf behind the 'Lair.' He assured us that he was doing fine. His new friend, Beth, was a student trainer on the Mountaineer Football Team, and was taking good care of his ankle.
From this point, the story moves forward a year or so; Chris decided to return to Georgia and attend a junior college near Athens, GA. This would allow him to be close to many of his high school friends, as well as being part of the UGA football scene.
The following year, he transferred to Georgia State University. Bear with me, this is where this story gets really interesting.
One afternoon, Chris was having lunch and cramming for his next class. As he sat there, a face across the way looked very familiar, but he just couldn't put a name to the face. As time for his class approached, he had to walk directly in front of this young lady that, for whatever reason, he felt he knew, but couldn't place. As he walked by, a voice says 'Darden' and immediately he turned and recognized his friend Beth.
She had completed her undergraduate degree at WVU and was attending Georgia State to complete her Master's in Physical Therapy.
Chris and Beth enjoyed each others company, attended several sporting events and WVU Alumni Sports Events, but long story short . . . Beth had a classmate . . . and yeah, you guessed it, her name is Jennifer. Beth and Jen both completed their Master's in Physical Therapy.
Barbara and I remember the very first time we ever met Jen. It was during the pre-game tailgate of the Sugar Bowl when West Virginia and Georgia were matched up in the Georgia Dome. Although it's been a little over 4 years, I remember the day as if it were yesterday. Chris and Jen soon started dating, a courtship that led to their recent engagement in Houston.
At Chris and Jen's recent engagement party, I shared with Jen . . . "Hey girl, you had me from hello."
So, as we rapidly approach the date of their wedding, I continue to be amazed by the circumstances that led to Chris and Jen meeting in Atlanta, GA.
* If Chris does not attend WVU and go back for his junior year, he does not meet Beth ~
* If Chris does not transfer to Georgia State, he never sees his friend Beth again ~
* If Beth does not attend Ga State for her Master's, Chris and Beth never hook up again ~
* If not for his friend Beth, Chris never meets his lovely 'Bride to Be,' Jennifer Scott ~
Our families are both very excited and looking forward to Chris and Jen's Wedding in Savannah, Georgia.
Thanks for allowing me to share this lovely story.
Chris and Jen ~ We love you ~
P.S. Chris, if any of these dates are slightly off, forgive me. I have a great memory, it's just not long enough anymore.
This is a really fun story, and I hope all the parties involved don't mind me taking the liberty to share it. So, without further ado, let's move back in time to when we were taking Chris back to Morgantown, WV for his junior year at West Virginia University.
After living on campus his freshman and sophomore years, he couldn't wait to move off campus. On this trip, we were moving him into a rather 'low rent' apartment not far from the old 'Mountaineer Field house' where I can recall seeing Jerry West play as a Mountaineer back in the late '50s. I was a very young, but remember going there with my father. Years later, when I was in high school, I remember the State Basketball Tournaments being played there, these were years before the current coliseum was constructed.
As we were moving Chris and his belongings into the new 'digs,' I remember a few co-eds moving in several doors down. Over the course of the afternoon, I remember meeting one of the young ladies, Beth. She had commented that she was from Harrisonburg, Virginia, and I used to spend a lot of time in Harrisonburg on business, so at least, we had something in common.
Like most college juniors, Chris was anxious for Mom and Dad to get back on the road, so he and his roommates could get on - getting on.
Several weeks later, I recall Chris calling to let us know that he had blown out his ankle playing football up on the turf behind the 'Lair.' He assured us that he was doing fine. His new friend, Beth, was a student trainer on the Mountaineer Football Team, and was taking good care of his ankle.
From this point, the story moves forward a year or so; Chris decided to return to Georgia and attend a junior college near Athens, GA. This would allow him to be close to many of his high school friends, as well as being part of the UGA football scene.
The following year, he transferred to Georgia State University. Bear with me, this is where this story gets really interesting.
One afternoon, Chris was having lunch and cramming for his next class. As he sat there, a face across the way looked very familiar, but he just couldn't put a name to the face. As time for his class approached, he had to walk directly in front of this young lady that, for whatever reason, he felt he knew, but couldn't place. As he walked by, a voice says 'Darden' and immediately he turned and recognized his friend Beth.
She had completed her undergraduate degree at WVU and was attending Georgia State to complete her Master's in Physical Therapy.
Chris and Beth enjoyed each others company, attended several sporting events and WVU Alumni Sports Events, but long story short . . . Beth had a classmate . . . and yeah, you guessed it, her name is Jennifer. Beth and Jen both completed their Master's in Physical Therapy.
Barbara and I remember the very first time we ever met Jen. It was during the pre-game tailgate of the Sugar Bowl when West Virginia and Georgia were matched up in the Georgia Dome. Although it's been a little over 4 years, I remember the day as if it were yesterday. Chris and Jen soon started dating, a courtship that led to their recent engagement in Houston.
At Chris and Jen's recent engagement party, I shared with Jen . . . "Hey girl, you had me from hello."
So, as we rapidly approach the date of their wedding, I continue to be amazed by the circumstances that led to Chris and Jen meeting in Atlanta, GA.
* If Chris does not attend WVU and go back for his junior year, he does not meet Beth ~
* If Chris does not transfer to Georgia State, he never sees his friend Beth again ~
* If Beth does not attend Ga State for her Master's, Chris and Beth never hook up again ~
* If not for his friend Beth, Chris never meets his lovely 'Bride to Be,' Jennifer Scott ~
Our families are both very excited and looking forward to Chris and Jen's Wedding in Savannah, Georgia.
Thanks for allowing me to share this lovely story.
Chris and Jen ~ We love you ~
P.S. Chris, if any of these dates are slightly off, forgive me. I have a great memory, it's just not long enough anymore.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Reflections of a word called "Friendship" ~
As I step forward into this new media type, called blogging, I have already had many different thoughts cross my mind in regard to what I might write about on my next venture, and almost immediately my thoughts were taken back to Elkins, West Virginia and the many friendships that we left behind.
As a native, born and raised in Elkins, and having lived there for 47 years prior to leaving, Elkins will always be home. The natural beauty of the mountains, the nurtured friendships from attending school there, and then returning after being married in London, England, this quiet little city in the heart of the Tygart Valley soon appeared like it would be our home place forever, and this was the advent of probably our most cherished and lasting friendships.
Barbara and I have always been very fortunate by being blessed and surrounded by very special friends. In looking back after being away for almost 15 years, the biggest, single factor that we miss the most, is all the friendships that we left behind us.
I very much recall the time that Barb and I had to weigh all the variables that we were being faced with in regard to possibly leaving Elkins. As if it were only yesterday, I recall sitting around the evening dinner table with our children, in a discussion that must of lasted at least several hours. The one, single theme that seemed to be the absolute biggest obstacle in our children's point of view was, but Dad, what about our friends ?
As difficult as it seemed at the time, Barb and I tried to assure them that good friends, true friends, will always be lasting friends. But as very young teenagers at the time, I am sure they probably found it very difficult to really believe whatever we were trying to tell them at the time.
So now, here we are almost 15 years down stream, both Christopher and Alicia, more commonly known as Chris and Ali, would probably agree with Barbara and I in saying, yes, most of those wonderful friends that we left behind are still wonderful friends today. As we all get just a little bit 'longer in the tooth,' for whatever reason, these lasting friendships seem to become more special every day.
So, as I reflect about friendships, I would be remiss if I did not comment about my new found conduit to family and friends all over the world, Facebook.
It was really interesting how this all occurred. Almost a year ago, my EHS Class of 1964 was preparing for our 45th Reunion. (Damn, are we really that old.) One of our classmates had started a web site to generate excitement for the upcoming reunion. Shortly after the weekend reunion, I heard from several friends that rather than keep the existing web page, that had some expense involved, we were going to generate our own page on Facebook. Hum . . . .
Up to that time, I really thought that social networking sites were only for the young folks, but once hearing of the name of our new page, I could not wait to check it out. The rest is history. Not only have I been able to keep in touch and network with many of our classmates, I have unlocked and rediscovered past business associates, US Navy buddys, relatives and friends from years gone by. It has truely become a pastime that brings happy smiles to me on a daily basis.
So, in closing, many of you here on Facebook are some of our nearest and dearest friends. The fact that you may take time to read this, probably means you're just a bit more than a fb friend. What ever the case, to each of you, wherever you may be, remember 'friendship' is a special thing . . . and if you're a friend of mine, that makes you, 'really special.'
Special regards,
Bob D ~
As a native, born and raised in Elkins, and having lived there for 47 years prior to leaving, Elkins will always be home. The natural beauty of the mountains, the nurtured friendships from attending school there, and then returning after being married in London, England, this quiet little city in the heart of the Tygart Valley soon appeared like it would be our home place forever, and this was the advent of probably our most cherished and lasting friendships.
Barbara and I have always been very fortunate by being blessed and surrounded by very special friends. In looking back after being away for almost 15 years, the biggest, single factor that we miss the most, is all the friendships that we left behind us.
I very much recall the time that Barb and I had to weigh all the variables that we were being faced with in regard to possibly leaving Elkins. As if it were only yesterday, I recall sitting around the evening dinner table with our children, in a discussion that must of lasted at least several hours. The one, single theme that seemed to be the absolute biggest obstacle in our children's point of view was, but Dad, what about our friends ?
As difficult as it seemed at the time, Barb and I tried to assure them that good friends, true friends, will always be lasting friends. But as very young teenagers at the time, I am sure they probably found it very difficult to really believe whatever we were trying to tell them at the time.
So now, here we are almost 15 years down stream, both Christopher and Alicia, more commonly known as Chris and Ali, would probably agree with Barbara and I in saying, yes, most of those wonderful friends that we left behind are still wonderful friends today. As we all get just a little bit 'longer in the tooth,' for whatever reason, these lasting friendships seem to become more special every day.
So, as I reflect about friendships, I would be remiss if I did not comment about my new found conduit to family and friends all over the world, Facebook.
It was really interesting how this all occurred. Almost a year ago, my EHS Class of 1964 was preparing for our 45th Reunion. (Damn, are we really that old.) One of our classmates had started a web site to generate excitement for the upcoming reunion. Shortly after the weekend reunion, I heard from several friends that rather than keep the existing web page, that had some expense involved, we were going to generate our own page on Facebook. Hum . . . .
Up to that time, I really thought that social networking sites were only for the young folks, but once hearing of the name of our new page, I could not wait to check it out. The rest is history. Not only have I been able to keep in touch and network with many of our classmates, I have unlocked and rediscovered past business associates, US Navy buddys, relatives and friends from years gone by. It has truely become a pastime that brings happy smiles to me on a daily basis.
So, in closing, many of you here on Facebook are some of our nearest and dearest friends. The fact that you may take time to read this, probably means you're just a bit more than a fb friend. What ever the case, to each of you, wherever you may be, remember 'friendship' is a special thing . . . and if you're a friend of mine, that makes you, 'really special.'
Special regards,
Bob D ~
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