Area's Best Kept Secret
I wonder how many of my fellow seniors realize they can attend classes at one of the finest colleges in the Midwest--absolutely free. I always thought of UW-Parkside as a place to see great foreign films on the cheap and watch the Northwestern Wildcats football summer camp. I recently learned that, because of my advanced years, I can audit two courses per semester on any subject that interests me. No credits towards a degree, but, neither are there any exams, assignments, grades or other stresses so well remembered. Besides the joy of learning, I am participating in a never-ending parade of concerts, lectures, films, sports events, exhibits, clubs and discussion groups. All this takes place in a state-of-the-art environment with very talented people ranging from learned academics to accomplished softball pitchers. The adrenalin of Parkside's campus life is, of course, the students. Old and young, from all corners of the earth they move through the halls with a jovial confidence that strongly suggests our future is in very capable hands. Did I mention that Parkside is one of the friendliest places I have ever been in my life? For the person who is retired, yet doesn't really want to be, I say, come back to school and feel younger every day.
Terry Tynan
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Medicare for All
From what I hear and read, it seems that more people are realizing that blind support of health insurance companies and the drug industry is not in their best interest. Common sense is leaking through cracks in the argument against government assisted health care reform, a/k/a the 'public option'--a misnomer if ever I heard one. Free market, unregulated capitalism doesn't always work--ask anyone currently unemployed. Our system, as good as it is, has one fatal flaw—greed. Most all of us are now suffering from its effect. If government can't do everything, it should, at least, be able to curtail this deadliest of sins. The trouble is that our government, specifically our legislature, is, itself, contaminated by greed. Check out who is financing the most vociferous of the health care reform obstructionists--Democrats included—and in what amounts.
Most Americans aren't dumb; and, because we are basically fair-minded, we have a gnawing suspicion of a system that awards obscene profits to one group due to the suffering and misfortune of another. This makes us unique in the civilized world. Do you know anyone who has been denied coverage, been canceled, had premiums tripled or had claims denied by an insurance company? It can happen to you.
A close friend had his cancer treatments halted by his insurer because of “limits.” He was forced to turn to an “inefficient, government-run” VA hospital where treatments were IMMEDIATELY renewed, his suffering eased and his life probably prolonged.
Me, I'm on Medicare and it's great. I wish everybody had it. If that makes me a socialist, so be it. Let's pressure our congressmen-- Medicare For Everyone!
Terry Tynan
From what I hear and read, it seems that more people are realizing that blind support of health insurance companies and the drug industry is not in their best interest. Common sense is leaking through cracks in the argument against government assisted health care reform, a/k/a the 'public option'--a misnomer if ever I heard one. Free market, unregulated capitalism doesn't always work--ask anyone currently unemployed. Our system, as good as it is, has one fatal flaw—greed. Most all of us are now suffering from its effect. If government can't do everything, it should, at least, be able to curtail this deadliest of sins. The trouble is that our government, specifically our legislature, is, itself, contaminated by greed. Check out who is financing the most vociferous of the health care reform obstructionists--Democrats included—and in what amounts.
Most Americans aren't dumb; and, because we are basically fair-minded, we have a gnawing suspicion of a system that awards obscene profits to one group due to the suffering and misfortune of another. This makes us unique in the civilized world. Do you know anyone who has been denied coverage, been canceled, had premiums tripled or had claims denied by an insurance company? It can happen to you.
A close friend had his cancer treatments halted by his insurer because of “limits.” He was forced to turn to an “inefficient, government-run” VA hospital where treatments were IMMEDIATELY renewed, his suffering eased and his life probably prolonged.
Me, I'm on Medicare and it's great. I wish everybody had it. If that makes me a socialist, so be it. Let's pressure our congressmen-- Medicare For Everyone!
Terry Tynan
New York Times Boycott
Billionaire, Rupert Mudoch, recently announced that he intends to start charging fees to access news and editorial content on all of his websites. This is a very bad idea and here's why:
Most of my liberal friends don't realize that it was yours truly who ran a successful boycott of the On Line Editorial Page of the New York Times after they started charging a fee to read many of their best writers. Now, what part of the phrase “FREEdom of the press” don't these people understand? Not only did I refuse to pay, I stopped reading the Times entirely and did my best to avoid their advertisers' products and services—except for those that were fairly low-priced. I forget how long they continued this unfortunate practice, but eventually, in large part due to the economic pain of my boycott, they realized that they had been acting stupidly. (Did I just say that?) Well, thanks to me, you can now enjoy the musings of Tom, Frank and Maureen, on line, without spending a nickel. I know they are all tickled to have me back as a reader.
On second thought, maybe Murdoch's plan will work, since conservatives seem to enjoy helping billionaires add to their bulging coffers—Halliburton, the health insurance and pharmaceutical companies come to mind.
Terry Tynan
,
Billionaire, Rupert Mudoch, recently announced that he intends to start charging fees to access news and editorial content on all of his websites. This is a very bad idea and here's why:
Most of my liberal friends don't realize that it was yours truly who ran a successful boycott of the On Line Editorial Page of the New York Times after they started charging a fee to read many of their best writers. Now, what part of the phrase “FREEdom of the press” don't these people understand? Not only did I refuse to pay, I stopped reading the Times entirely and did my best to avoid their advertisers' products and services—except for those that were fairly low-priced. I forget how long they continued this unfortunate practice, but eventually, in large part due to the economic pain of my boycott, they realized that they had been acting stupidly. (Did I just say that?) Well, thanks to me, you can now enjoy the musings of Tom, Frank and Maureen, on line, without spending a nickel. I know they are all tickled to have me back as a reader.
On second thought, maybe Murdoch's plan will work, since conservatives seem to enjoy helping billionaires add to their bulging coffers—Halliburton, the health insurance and pharmaceutical companies come to mind.
Terry Tynan
,
Conspiracy Theory
Have you heard the latest conspiracy theory? Rush Limbaugh and Glenn Beck have secretly been on the DNC payroll for years. Every time they open their mouths another group of moderate conservatives disavow the GOP—even some Southern ones. Yesterday, someone asked me if I have always been a Democrat. I answered that I have voted for several Republicans over the years, the first being Eisenhower in '52. Although I grew to admire Adlai Stevenson, Ike's interstate highway system and prophetic admonition to “beware the military-industrial complex” proves I was a pretty good 'president picker' even at a tender age. As a child, I was terrified that Wendell Wilkie might defeat President Roosevelt, therefor, allowing the Nazis to overrun our country. Growing up in my Chicago neighborhood meant that not being a Democrat was tantamount to not being a Catholic, which increased (if not assured) the likelihood of going to hell. As I grew older my politics moved a little to the center-- but not too much. I thought William F. Buckley, Jr. was hilarious and Senator Everett Dirkson's voice made me feel secure and fuzzy all over. I owe a great deal to several staunch Republicans I have known over the years. However, beginning with Reagan's union busting and deregulation of critical institutions, then, through the disastrous years of Bush-Cheney and Halliburton, I am now a very proud liberal Democrat—a lover of God and Country and avid reader of the New York Times Editorial Page. On those few occasions when I start to question Democratic policies or leadership I subject myself to an hour of Fox News and, thereby, replenish my resolve.
Terry Tynan
Have you heard the latest conspiracy theory? Rush Limbaugh and Glenn Beck have secretly been on the DNC payroll for years. Every time they open their mouths another group of moderate conservatives disavow the GOP—even some Southern ones. Yesterday, someone asked me if I have always been a Democrat. I answered that I have voted for several Republicans over the years, the first being Eisenhower in '52. Although I grew to admire Adlai Stevenson, Ike's interstate highway system and prophetic admonition to “beware the military-industrial complex” proves I was a pretty good 'president picker' even at a tender age. As a child, I was terrified that Wendell Wilkie might defeat President Roosevelt, therefor, allowing the Nazis to overrun our country. Growing up in my Chicago neighborhood meant that not being a Democrat was tantamount to not being a Catholic, which increased (if not assured) the likelihood of going to hell. As I grew older my politics moved a little to the center-- but not too much. I thought William F. Buckley, Jr. was hilarious and Senator Everett Dirkson's voice made me feel secure and fuzzy all over. I owe a great deal to several staunch Republicans I have known over the years. However, beginning with Reagan's union busting and deregulation of critical institutions, then, through the disastrous years of Bush-Cheney and Halliburton, I am now a very proud liberal Democrat—a lover of God and Country and avid reader of the New York Times Editorial Page. On those few occasions when I start to question Democratic policies or leadership I subject myself to an hour of Fox News and, thereby, replenish my resolve.
Terry Tynan
MAD MEN
This morning I awoke thinking the Kenosha News was due to feature David Heide in its “Sunday Morning With...” column. I wasn't disappointed. I have long enjoyed and admired this writer. I had the pleasure of talking with him on the occasion of his author-mother's well deserved, 'Florence Heide Day.' David is, as his articles suggest, a friendly individual, unafraid to share his innermost thoughts, affording his readers a sense of knowing him personally.
For me, his real gift is that of making me look at myself and my own life experience. Today, he critiqued the TV series “Mad Men” and seemed to be struggling with its popularity. He is probably wasting his time. You have to be my age to really get into this show. It is uncanny how they have captured the essence of the business world of the 50's, 60's & 70's-- the morals, ambitions, priorities and habits most of us shared. I wince at some of the painfully accurate scenes, for example: drinking before noon, cigarette smoke blown in clients' faces, obsession with looking sharp, always being right, neglecting children and wives— many having a mistress. There was a barely disguised disdain for women who moved beyond the rank of receptionist or secretary. Successful women were accused of using flirtatious behavior to make deals. Perhaps, the most vivid reminder is of the 'tax deductible martini lunches,' which, far exceeding the customary hour, guaranteed an excruciating hangover the following day. Oh, how we suffered for the sake of our careers. While, not nearly so successful as 'Donald Draper,' I, flamboyantly, paraded his gigantic ego.
David, you had to be there...
Terry Tynan
Kenosha
terrytynan@att.net
This morning I awoke thinking the Kenosha News was due to feature David Heide in its “Sunday Morning With...” column. I wasn't disappointed. I have long enjoyed and admired this writer. I had the pleasure of talking with him on the occasion of his author-mother's well deserved, 'Florence Heide Day.' David is, as his articles suggest, a friendly individual, unafraid to share his innermost thoughts, affording his readers a sense of knowing him personally.
For me, his real gift is that of making me look at myself and my own life experience. Today, he critiqued the TV series “Mad Men” and seemed to be struggling with its popularity. He is probably wasting his time. You have to be my age to really get into this show. It is uncanny how they have captured the essence of the business world of the 50's, 60's & 70's-- the morals, ambitions, priorities and habits most of us shared. I wince at some of the painfully accurate scenes, for example: drinking before noon, cigarette smoke blown in clients' faces, obsession with looking sharp, always being right, neglecting children and wives— many having a mistress. There was a barely disguised disdain for women who moved beyond the rank of receptionist or secretary. Successful women were accused of using flirtatious behavior to make deals. Perhaps, the most vivid reminder is of the 'tax deductible martini lunches,' which, far exceeding the customary hour, guaranteed an excruciating hangover the following day. Oh, how we suffered for the sake of our careers. While, not nearly so successful as 'Donald Draper,' I, flamboyantly, paraded his gigantic ego.
David, you had to be there...
Terry Tynan
Kenosha
terrytynan@att.net
Talk given at 'Last Round' in Madison 6/6/09
Good evening.....
I know you are all asking yourselves: “Why on earth would a smart guy like Dick Murphy, pick a lightweight like Terry Tynan to speak on such an important occasion as the Last Round.?” Tynan, who never won a national title, and drove coaches crazy with his 'weight problems' Tynan, who maintained that roadwork was for suck-ups And Tynan, who, repeatedly won the “Chin Up-- Hands Down” award and never had a decent left hook.
I get It-- Here I am in the company of major players. like Dale Lang, the greatest marketing mind in the publishing world; Bob Ranck, a legal giant and former law partner of Alan Simpson, my favorite Republican. Bob Morgan, a published author and gifted orator. And finally, Jim Mack, an accomplished attorney and the Sage of Beaver Dam.
A simple answer: Dick, in his infinite wisdom, knows that, due to exceptional defensive skills, I was seldom hit and, therefore, I remember events of the past more clearly than most of my teammates.
Try to think of me as the Bob Uker of Wisconsin Boxing. I wasn't great, but I was there.
For instance, I remember when I first arrived in Madison in September 1951, a shy 18 year old kid from Chicago, full of ambition and confidence, sporting a pearl gray fedora with turned up brim. Murphy and Ranck, our conservative co-captains, looked at me with disdain, pretending they had never seen pegged pants or blue suede shoes before. There they were, fashionable in their white bucks and preppy sweaters, rolling their eyes and acting superior. I knew then, that life here was not going to be any 'walk in the park.' This could be a long 4 years. What's worse--Murphy was my landlord.
The friendliest guy I met was Charlie Magestro, a Golden Glover from Milwaukee. He lived above me on Frances St.
He wasn't my roommate, but, close enough. While trying to nap before one of our four tournament matches, he was up there, banging his guitar, stomping the floor to 'Chena lunza menza moti...' in his strongest baritone, I can hear it to this day.
One evening on State St. when confronted by a group of city kids We ended up between two buildings duking it out side by side. Thanks to the brick wall at our backs and Magestro's deadly right cross, we survived. Little did I know that I would be the unhappy recipient of that powerful punch-- he knocked me out a month later.
Charley became like a brother to me. Once , when I was lucky enough to have a date, he even loaned me his car—not to drive-- just to sit in.
Together we made the Chicago Tribune after receiving the honor of Co-Captains of the '55 team.
In our 2nd year when I informed him I was getting married, he almost cried.
I did, in fact, get married in February of 1953 to Joan Philbin whom I liked since 4th grade.
Many of you knew Joan. She lost a battle with lung cancer in 1993. At our wedding, fraternity brother, Bob Morgan was standing up for me-- except when he wasn't standing. A brief fainting spell from long hours of fasting Mildly embarrassed, he recovered and carried on in true Badger style like the champion he was and, in my book, always will be.
Through the years, Bob has been a confidant and constant source of encouragement. When he's your friend you get a bonus, his brother, Tom. Tom is finishing up a book on addiction that will save countless lives. Patti and I are ever grateful to Tom for helping us cope with her son's illness. Ryan has been healthy for over 3 years now and looking forward to being a father later this month. The Brothers Morgan are one of the most treasured of the many gifts I have received from the sport of boxing.
So many others, both living and passed, have had a profound effect on this wonderful experience. Dave & Dick Miyagawa, Gene Rankin, Warren Jollymore, all the fans and teammates including those before and after our years of service-- It's been great to know you,
My first coach, Bud Beyer, and others who nudged me along on the road to Madison : John McGovern, Father Crawford, Pop Howard, Joe Keating, Rudy Davis, Joey White, Tom Keneally and my most important mentor and fan, win, lose or draw, Bob Tynan. On many Friday evenings, before expressways were built, he would make the grueling round trip from Chicago and back in all kinds of weather. I love you, Dad. Thanks for being there for me I wish I had said that more often when you were here.
Bronco Telkes was a neighborhood idol and a perfect role model. He boxed for DePaul University and, in fact, lost a 'hometown decision' to Irish Dick Murphy in Madison in '51. Just kidding__ Bronc would be the first to say Murph won fair and square.
Vern Woodward was wonderful to me from day one. He pinned the name 'Terrible' on me and it stuck.
It was a great nick name because it gave the person using it a choice as to how it was being applied. You all recall his characteristic gentle, patient persistence. How I regret the things I said to him as he helped me lose ¾ of a pound before the Nationals at Penn State in '54.
By the way, we won the title that year. It didn't get much publicity, being in Pennsylvania, but one of the most exciting bouts in Badger Boxing History took place when our own Bobby Meath upset the highly favored Pete Potter of Virginia with a 3rd round knock out and went on to win the championship. I wish you could have seen it. One of Bob's last bouts and his greatest.
My last bout was in the1955 Nationals at Pocatello, ID. There, I won a very personal honor that I cherish. I was sure I had won the bout and so was John. When the decision went to my opponent, a very surprised local lad, my coach, our coach, John J. Walsh, the epidimy of decorum and fine manners , elaborately brought his thumb and index finger to the bridge of his nose for the whole place to see. I couldn't believe it then and you probably don't believe now-- but, it happened. What an honor! And, What a man!
I'll conclude with a little narrative rhyme I wrote in his honor in 1995 titled “The Coach”
I used to be a boxer
Tough fights—I've had a few
Amateur clubs in Chicago
Then up to Wisconsin U
There I met a distinguished dude
Said 'Attorney' on his door
I think it was a cover
Cause he proved a good deal more
For Boxing was his real 'know how'
'I'm the Coach' I heard him say
With humility, he whispered to me:
“Best in the NC double A”
Such self deprecation I truly admired
In a a man of his position
“If you fight for me, I can guarantee
You will be in top condition
I said OK but what's the pay?
A frown then crossed his brow
“Why young man that's not the plan
Hard cash we can't allow
For Glory is the main reward
For all your sacrificing
The skill to maim will bring you fame
And females most enticing
A more convincing gent I never met
So I signed on right away
He got me a job cooking corn on the cob
Then to Murph's for a place to stay
The next 4 years were loads of fun
I've got the scars to prove
He taught me to punch and do without lunch
Many pounds did we remove
He took us to towns from coast to coast
His honor to defend
He would say “Now look, as I said in my book
A left hook is a boy's best friend
I admit I was a wise guy
Had an excuse for every loss
But out of respect for his age I suspect
I'd pretend he was the boss
I know I tried his patience
Those times we would debate
Though the top of his head would grow a bit red
He could always articulate
Once for a rest I joined the Marines
Far enough from his voice it would seem
But on network TV, whom did I see?
Himself, coaching the Olympic Team
I know I grew to love him
Like a father? Probably not
More like a beloved teacher
Who truly cared a lot
So, Here's to you, Sweet Johnny Walsh
May the legend live forever
I'm here to advise I, now, know you were wise
Thanks for memories I do treasure
And you, my dear friends, will always be a part of those memories.
Thank you.
I know you are all asking yourselves: “Why on earth would a smart guy like Dick Murphy, pick a lightweight like Terry Tynan to speak on such an important occasion as the Last Round.?” Tynan, who never won a national title, and drove coaches crazy with his 'weight problems' Tynan, who maintained that roadwork was for suck-ups And Tynan, who, repeatedly won the “Chin Up-- Hands Down” award and never had a decent left hook.
I get It-- Here I am in the company of major players. like Dale Lang, the greatest marketing mind in the publishing world; Bob Ranck, a legal giant and former law partner of Alan Simpson, my favorite Republican. Bob Morgan, a published author and gifted orator. And finally, Jim Mack, an accomplished attorney and the Sage of Beaver Dam.
A simple answer: Dick, in his infinite wisdom, knows that, due to exceptional defensive skills, I was seldom hit and, therefore, I remember events of the past more clearly than most of my teammates.
Try to think of me as the Bob Uker of Wisconsin Boxing. I wasn't great, but I was there.
For instance, I remember when I first arrived in Madison in September 1951, a shy 18 year old kid from Chicago, full of ambition and confidence, sporting a pearl gray fedora with turned up brim. Murphy and Ranck, our conservative co-captains, looked at me with disdain, pretending they had never seen pegged pants or blue suede shoes before. There they were, fashionable in their white bucks and preppy sweaters, rolling their eyes and acting superior. I knew then, that life here was not going to be any 'walk in the park.' This could be a long 4 years. What's worse--Murphy was my landlord.
The friendliest guy I met was Charlie Magestro, a Golden Glover from Milwaukee. He lived above me on Frances St.
He wasn't my roommate, but, close enough. While trying to nap before one of our four tournament matches, he was up there, banging his guitar, stomping the floor to 'Chena lunza menza moti...' in his strongest baritone, I can hear it to this day.
One evening on State St. when confronted by a group of city kids We ended up between two buildings duking it out side by side. Thanks to the brick wall at our backs and Magestro's deadly right cross, we survived. Little did I know that I would be the unhappy recipient of that powerful punch-- he knocked me out a month later.
Charley became like a brother to me. Once , when I was lucky enough to have a date, he even loaned me his car—not to drive-- just to sit in.
Together we made the Chicago Tribune after receiving the honor of Co-Captains of the '55 team.
In our 2nd year when I informed him I was getting married, he almost cried.
I did, in fact, get married in February of 1953 to Joan Philbin whom I liked since 4th grade.
Many of you knew Joan. She lost a battle with lung cancer in 1993. At our wedding, fraternity brother, Bob Morgan was standing up for me-- except when he wasn't standing. A brief fainting spell from long hours of fasting Mildly embarrassed, he recovered and carried on in true Badger style like the champion he was and, in my book, always will be.
Through the years, Bob has been a confidant and constant source of encouragement. When he's your friend you get a bonus, his brother, Tom. Tom is finishing up a book on addiction that will save countless lives. Patti and I are ever grateful to Tom for helping us cope with her son's illness. Ryan has been healthy for over 3 years now and looking forward to being a father later this month. The Brothers Morgan are one of the most treasured of the many gifts I have received from the sport of boxing.
So many others, both living and passed, have had a profound effect on this wonderful experience. Dave & Dick Miyagawa, Gene Rankin, Warren Jollymore, all the fans and teammates including those before and after our years of service-- It's been great to know you,
My first coach, Bud Beyer, and others who nudged me along on the road to Madison : John McGovern, Father Crawford, Pop Howard, Joe Keating, Rudy Davis, Joey White, Tom Keneally and my most important mentor and fan, win, lose or draw, Bob Tynan. On many Friday evenings, before expressways were built, he would make the grueling round trip from Chicago and back in all kinds of weather. I love you, Dad. Thanks for being there for me I wish I had said that more often when you were here.
Bronco Telkes was a neighborhood idol and a perfect role model. He boxed for DePaul University and, in fact, lost a 'hometown decision' to Irish Dick Murphy in Madison in '51. Just kidding__ Bronc would be the first to say Murph won fair and square.
Vern Woodward was wonderful to me from day one. He pinned the name 'Terrible' on me and it stuck.
It was a great nick name because it gave the person using it a choice as to how it was being applied. You all recall his characteristic gentle, patient persistence. How I regret the things I said to him as he helped me lose ¾ of a pound before the Nationals at Penn State in '54.
By the way, we won the title that year. It didn't get much publicity, being in Pennsylvania, but one of the most exciting bouts in Badger Boxing History took place when our own Bobby Meath upset the highly favored Pete Potter of Virginia with a 3rd round knock out and went on to win the championship. I wish you could have seen it. One of Bob's last bouts and his greatest.
My last bout was in the1955 Nationals at Pocatello, ID. There, I won a very personal honor that I cherish. I was sure I had won the bout and so was John. When the decision went to my opponent, a very surprised local lad, my coach, our coach, John J. Walsh, the epidimy of decorum and fine manners , elaborately brought his thumb and index finger to the bridge of his nose for the whole place to see. I couldn't believe it then and you probably don't believe now-- but, it happened. What an honor! And, What a man!
I'll conclude with a little narrative rhyme I wrote in his honor in 1995 titled “The Coach”
I used to be a boxer
Tough fights—I've had a few
Amateur clubs in Chicago
Then up to Wisconsin U
There I met a distinguished dude
Said 'Attorney' on his door
I think it was a cover
Cause he proved a good deal more
For Boxing was his real 'know how'
'I'm the Coach' I heard him say
With humility, he whispered to me:
“Best in the NC double A”
Such self deprecation I truly admired
In a a man of his position
“If you fight for me, I can guarantee
You will be in top condition
I said OK but what's the pay?
A frown then crossed his brow
“Why young man that's not the plan
Hard cash we can't allow
For Glory is the main reward
For all your sacrificing
The skill to maim will bring you fame
And females most enticing
A more convincing gent I never met
So I signed on right away
He got me a job cooking corn on the cob
Then to Murph's for a place to stay
The next 4 years were loads of fun
I've got the scars to prove
He taught me to punch and do without lunch
Many pounds did we remove
He took us to towns from coast to coast
His honor to defend
He would say “Now look, as I said in my book
A left hook is a boy's best friend
I admit I was a wise guy
Had an excuse for every loss
But out of respect for his age I suspect
I'd pretend he was the boss
I know I tried his patience
Those times we would debate
Though the top of his head would grow a bit red
He could always articulate
Once for a rest I joined the Marines
Far enough from his voice it would seem
But on network TV, whom did I see?
Himself, coaching the Olympic Team
I know I grew to love him
Like a father? Probably not
More like a beloved teacher
Who truly cared a lot
So, Here's to you, Sweet Johnny Walsh
May the legend live forever
I'm here to advise I, now, know you were wise
Thanks for memories I do treasure
And you, my dear friends, will always be a part of those memories.
Thank you.
Emotional Constituency
Politico's, Daniel Libit, just wrote a fine piece entitled, "A Campaign's Emotional Core" featuring Ronnie Cho, an early campaign worker for Barack Obama, who couldn't, or wouldn't, disguise his very strong feelings for the man he worked for. There is a pretty good reason I took the article so personally.
My wonderful, liberal wife tears up and often sobs every time our young president or the First Lady appears on television. Admittedly, I am often obliged to join her. The 'water main' really ruptured when the little kid asked Barack why people hated him so much. She bristles whenever MSNBC's, Chris Matthews, poses HardBall-like questions about presidential performance. Even, poor old Pat Buchanan is not welcome in our home, due to some, long ago, perceived slight. She becomes enraged when, occasionally, I switch on Fox News for a little comic relief. Considering the foregoing, it should be evident that Ronnie Cho hasn't cornered the 'emotions' market when it comes to our charismatic leader.
I love my wife; I love my country; and-- let me dab this tear-- I love my president.
Terry Tynan
Kenosha, WI
Politico's, Daniel Libit, just wrote a fine piece entitled, "A Campaign's Emotional Core" featuring Ronnie Cho, an early campaign worker for Barack Obama, who couldn't, or wouldn't, disguise his very strong feelings for the man he worked for. There is a pretty good reason I took the article so personally.
My wonderful, liberal wife tears up and often sobs every time our young president or the First Lady appears on television. Admittedly, I am often obliged to join her. The 'water main' really ruptured when the little kid asked Barack why people hated him so much. She bristles whenever MSNBC's, Chris Matthews, poses HardBall-like questions about presidential performance. Even, poor old Pat Buchanan is not welcome in our home, due to some, long ago, perceived slight. She becomes enraged when, occasionally, I switch on Fox News for a little comic relief. Considering the foregoing, it should be evident that Ronnie Cho hasn't cornered the 'emotions' market when it comes to our charismatic leader.
I love my wife; I love my country; and-- let me dab this tear-- I love my president.
Terry Tynan
Kenosha, WI
Saturday, December 5, 2009
WTTW Too Much For Us?
Well, Kenosha, how does it feel to get pushed around by the big guys again? First, it was Chrysler, now, it's Time Warner Cable, who arrogantly decided we were not sophisticated enough for two PBS channels-- especially, Chicago's world renowned WTTW (Channel 11). What must Time Warner's marketing department be thinking--to totally disregard the growing connection between Chicago and the Kenosha area? Could it have anything to do with their perception of Kenoshans' IQ? After all, we did let a pretty decent minor league baseball team leave town; we can't seem to get a casino built; we put a boat storage building on the most visible point of our lakefront and don't hold your breath waiting for the KRM rail project to happen. When we did try to flex our cultural muscles with the trolley rides and two beautiful museums, several of us griped about the cost and how we didn't need such nonsense in this town.
Now, the numerous complaints in VOP, concerning the loss of WTTW, indicate we are beginning to redeem ourselves. Kenosha, if you don't feel insulted by your cable company, you ought to. They have humiliated us big time. A fellow citizen aptly called it "the dumbing down of SE Wisconsin." Their aloofness suggests they may think we don't deserve WTTW because its programming is over our collective heads. As my shrink would say: "...And how does that make you feel?"
Speaking of 'dumb'--two weeks before Channel 11 was snuffed, I had my 30 foot TV tower removed because my wife thought it was unsightly. You must agree-- I have a remarkable sense of timing.
Terry Tynan
Well, Kenosha, how does it feel to get pushed around by the big guys again? First, it was Chrysler, now, it's Time Warner Cable, who arrogantly decided we were not sophisticated enough for two PBS channels-- especially, Chicago's world renowned WTTW (Channel 11). What must Time Warner's marketing department be thinking--to totally disregard the growing connection between Chicago and the Kenosha area? Could it have anything to do with their perception of Kenoshans' IQ? After all, we did let a pretty decent minor league baseball team leave town; we can't seem to get a casino built; we put a boat storage building on the most visible point of our lakefront and don't hold your breath waiting for the KRM rail project to happen. When we did try to flex our cultural muscles with the trolley rides and two beautiful museums, several of us griped about the cost and how we didn't need such nonsense in this town.
Now, the numerous complaints in VOP, concerning the loss of WTTW, indicate we are beginning to redeem ourselves. Kenosha, if you don't feel insulted by your cable company, you ought to. They have humiliated us big time. A fellow citizen aptly called it "the dumbing down of SE Wisconsin." Their aloofness suggests they may think we don't deserve WTTW because its programming is over our collective heads. As my shrink would say: "...And how does that make you feel?"
Speaking of 'dumb'--two weeks before Channel 11 was snuffed, I had my 30 foot TV tower removed because my wife thought it was unsightly. You must agree-- I have a remarkable sense of timing.
Terry Tynan
Sarah and the Turkey
I was really looking forward to Thanksgiving at my daughter's home last year. There was a lot to be thankful for. I passed up my usual robust portion of turkey, however, thanks to Sarah Palin and MSNBC. At an Alaskan turkey farm, the Governor, after granting a "pardon" to one of the Toms, gave a lengthy interview, while turkeys were being slaughtered just over her shoulder. It wasn't pretty. The TV coverage of the event was nonstop all day and night and can still be seen on YouTube. I fear I can never again look a turkey sandwich in the face. Call me squeamish, but I can't get the bloody scene out of my head. I am thinking 'vegetarian' or maybe even 'vegan.' I hear they do wonderful things with soybeans now-a-days. The turkey industry has enough problems with the troubled economy. The fact that millions of viewers witnessed this appetite-killing spectacle can't be good. When asked about the suitability of the backdrop, she said something like: "No problem." What should we expect from someone who brags about shooting wolves from helicopters?
Terry Tynan
I was really looking forward to Thanksgiving at my daughter's home last year. There was a lot to be thankful for. I passed up my usual robust portion of turkey, however, thanks to Sarah Palin and MSNBC. At an Alaskan turkey farm, the Governor, after granting a "pardon" to one of the Toms, gave a lengthy interview, while turkeys were being slaughtered just over her shoulder. It wasn't pretty. The TV coverage of the event was nonstop all day and night and can still be seen on YouTube. I fear I can never again look a turkey sandwich in the face. Call me squeamish, but I can't get the bloody scene out of my head. I am thinking 'vegetarian' or maybe even 'vegan.' I hear they do wonderful things with soybeans now-a-days. The turkey industry has enough problems with the troubled economy. The fact that millions of viewers witnessed this appetite-killing spectacle can't be good. When asked about the suitability of the backdrop, she said something like: "No problem." What should we expect from someone who brags about shooting wolves from helicopters?
Terry Tynan
UW-Parkside's Renaissance Man
About a year ago I found out that being a Wisconsin resident--at least 60 years of age--qualified me to audit a maximum of two courses per semester at the University of Wisconsin-Parkside. No credits or grades, but also, no reports, exams, homework, term papers, or tuition—no tuition? That's right. Absolutely no charge--nada--zip--zero. As 'freebies' go this is a great one and just when we were getting use to the idea that nothing in life was free. I hadn't been in a college classroom for over half a century, and when I sat in on my first class at Parkside, it seemed like only half a day ago. All the old feelings and expectations came flooding back—except, of course, the 'pressure.' This was going to be a great adventure. Early on, I attended a lecture on the current economic crisis facing our nation and the world. During the question and answer period I voiced my disagreement with a comment from a fellow member of the audience. At the close of the event, a very pleasant, though studious looking gentleman asked for my e-mail address, promising to forward me some documentation supporting my point of view. Thus, my personal introduction to Professor of Economics, Norman R. Cloutier (Pronounced “cloo-tee-ae”). As I was about to learn rather quickly, he is a most unique individual.
If a seventh grader should ask for a look at your household budget; or a freshman high schooler wants your opinion of the business model for the Green Bay Packers; or an eight year old rattles off a few statistics from a recent study on 'World Hunger'-- let me help you overcome your befuddlement. Professor Cloutier, former Chair of the Economics Department at UW-Parkside, founded an organization in 2005 called the Center for Economic Education. Simply put, the program is designed to train K-12 teachers on how to provide a foundation for understanding and appreciating economics by showing its relevance to history and other social studies as well as to the students' everyday lives. Along with being schooled in the subject matter, the teachers learn to present the material in ways that the students find to be fun, especially when applying it to real life situations. Of substantial benefit, is the continuous access to an abundance of instructional tools such as PowerPoint presentations, articles, charts and graphs. I have read many e-mails from people who have taken advantage of this CEE training and workshops and their enthusiasm is compelling. Professor Cloutier can be justly proud of this highly successful undertaking.
My first exposure to another 'Cloutier Innovation' took place long before I ever heard his name. My lovely wife, possibly troubled by my obvious lack of 'cultural pursuits,' began taking me to the award winning foreign films being shown at UW-Parkside. The price was right and they became more entertaining as I gradually adjusted to the distracting subtitles. (With advancing years taking a toll on my hearing ability, I now rely on them for English films as well) Norm Cloutier originated the Foreign Film Series, and has been its Director for the past 28 years. Multitudes of local residents, especially seniors like myself, look forward to these marvelous films every season. Here is but one example of how a school like UW-Parkside enriches the lives of an entire community in countless ways.
Born in Alaska, now living in Racine, he received his Bachelor's degree at Drew University and his Master's and Doctoral degrees at West Virginia University, where he did his early teaching. He came to the University of Wisconsin-Parkside in 1981, where he was tenured in 1987 and promoted to Professor in 1997. He is married and the very proud father of a son and daughter, both attending college at UW-La Crosse. With your kind permission, I will dispense with the typical litany of 'achievements' and 'awards'--Google can do that for us. I just want to express my own impressions of this extremely energetic educator who, besides teaching courses in economics, is the liaison between the UW-P Faculty and Athletic Department and a member of the Search Committee for a new Provost/Vice Chancellor. He is the author and co-author of numerous articles and papers on a wide range of economic topics (back to Google). He writes as well as any journalist I have ever read—always concise, factual, and interesting. Not real 'political'--he is center-right on fiscal matters and definitely 'progressive' on most social issues.
The tall, slim, youthful, 57 year old, Cloutier enters his classroom with an air of comfortable confidence and a cheerful greeting to all present. Clad in jeans and an open collar dress shirt, he gives the impression he has come to teach-- and teach, he does—extremely well. Featuring a rather soft, friendly voice, his lecturing style is more 'conversational' than 'formal,' expecting--and getting--continuous input from the class. He is direct and easy to understand with the implication that whatever isn't understood can be revisited with patient attention and no risk of embarrassment. He seems to speak 'with' his students instead of 'at' them. In short-- he engages them. At a point during one of his presentations where I thought the subject matter a little dull, I scanned the room and could find not one person who wasn't completely attentive. His pupils like him--and it shows. I also happen to like him. In the vernacular of my youth he would, quite properly, be described as a “good guy.”
Norman Cloutier is but one of several exceptional faculty members at this fine, four-year university. I have met some, and look forward to knowing many more. I eagerly expect to avail myself of more and varied subjects, such as psychology, literature, computers, criminal justice, political science, sociology, philosophy, history...the list is long. The problem is finding time for all the shows, concerts, lectures, discussion groups, sports events, and exhibits happening on this state-of-the-art campus, almost daily. You can understand why I am, sometimes, a little overwhelmed; but, when it comes to economics (or great foreign films) Norm Cloutier is my guy.
Terry Tynan
About a year ago I found out that being a Wisconsin resident--at least 60 years of age--qualified me to audit a maximum of two courses per semester at the University of Wisconsin-Parkside. No credits or grades, but also, no reports, exams, homework, term papers, or tuition—no tuition? That's right. Absolutely no charge--nada--zip--zero. As 'freebies' go this is a great one and just when we were getting use to the idea that nothing in life was free. I hadn't been in a college classroom for over half a century, and when I sat in on my first class at Parkside, it seemed like only half a day ago. All the old feelings and expectations came flooding back—except, of course, the 'pressure.' This was going to be a great adventure. Early on, I attended a lecture on the current economic crisis facing our nation and the world. During the question and answer period I voiced my disagreement with a comment from a fellow member of the audience. At the close of the event, a very pleasant, though studious looking gentleman asked for my e-mail address, promising to forward me some documentation supporting my point of view. Thus, my personal introduction to Professor of Economics, Norman R. Cloutier (Pronounced “cloo-tee-ae”). As I was about to learn rather quickly, he is a most unique individual.
If a seventh grader should ask for a look at your household budget; or a freshman high schooler wants your opinion of the business model for the Green Bay Packers; or an eight year old rattles off a few statistics from a recent study on 'World Hunger'-- let me help you overcome your befuddlement. Professor Cloutier, former Chair of the Economics Department at UW-Parkside, founded an organization in 2005 called the Center for Economic Education. Simply put, the program is designed to train K-12 teachers on how to provide a foundation for understanding and appreciating economics by showing its relevance to history and other social studies as well as to the students' everyday lives. Along with being schooled in the subject matter, the teachers learn to present the material in ways that the students find to be fun, especially when applying it to real life situations. Of substantial benefit, is the continuous access to an abundance of instructional tools such as PowerPoint presentations, articles, charts and graphs. I have read many e-mails from people who have taken advantage of this CEE training and workshops and their enthusiasm is compelling. Professor Cloutier can be justly proud of this highly successful undertaking.
My first exposure to another 'Cloutier Innovation' took place long before I ever heard his name. My lovely wife, possibly troubled by my obvious lack of 'cultural pursuits,' began taking me to the award winning foreign films being shown at UW-Parkside. The price was right and they became more entertaining as I gradually adjusted to the distracting subtitles. (With advancing years taking a toll on my hearing ability, I now rely on them for English films as well) Norm Cloutier originated the Foreign Film Series, and has been its Director for the past 28 years. Multitudes of local residents, especially seniors like myself, look forward to these marvelous films every season. Here is but one example of how a school like UW-Parkside enriches the lives of an entire community in countless ways.
Born in Alaska, now living in Racine, he received his Bachelor's degree at Drew University and his Master's and Doctoral degrees at West Virginia University, where he did his early teaching. He came to the University of Wisconsin-Parkside in 1981, where he was tenured in 1987 and promoted to Professor in 1997. He is married and the very proud father of a son and daughter, both attending college at UW-La Crosse. With your kind permission, I will dispense with the typical litany of 'achievements' and 'awards'--Google can do that for us. I just want to express my own impressions of this extremely energetic educator who, besides teaching courses in economics, is the liaison between the UW-P Faculty and Athletic Department and a member of the Search Committee for a new Provost/Vice Chancellor. He is the author and co-author of numerous articles and papers on a wide range of economic topics (back to Google). He writes as well as any journalist I have ever read—always concise, factual, and interesting. Not real 'political'--he is center-right on fiscal matters and definitely 'progressive' on most social issues.
The tall, slim, youthful, 57 year old, Cloutier enters his classroom with an air of comfortable confidence and a cheerful greeting to all present. Clad in jeans and an open collar dress shirt, he gives the impression he has come to teach-- and teach, he does—extremely well. Featuring a rather soft, friendly voice, his lecturing style is more 'conversational' than 'formal,' expecting--and getting--continuous input from the class. He is direct and easy to understand with the implication that whatever isn't understood can be revisited with patient attention and no risk of embarrassment. He seems to speak 'with' his students instead of 'at' them. In short-- he engages them. At a point during one of his presentations where I thought the subject matter a little dull, I scanned the room and could find not one person who wasn't completely attentive. His pupils like him--and it shows. I also happen to like him. In the vernacular of my youth he would, quite properly, be described as a “good guy.”
Norman Cloutier is but one of several exceptional faculty members at this fine, four-year university. I have met some, and look forward to knowing many more. I eagerly expect to avail myself of more and varied subjects, such as psychology, literature, computers, criminal justice, political science, sociology, philosophy, history...the list is long. The problem is finding time for all the shows, concerts, lectures, discussion groups, sports events, and exhibits happening on this state-of-the-art campus, almost daily. You can understand why I am, sometimes, a little overwhelmed; but, when it comes to economics (or great foreign films) Norm Cloutier is my guy.
Terry Tynan
UW-Parkside Gala Celebrates Forty Years
My wife and I were privileged to attend the University of Wisconsin-Parkside's 40th Anniversary Gala held Saturday, November 7th. The theme was aptly titled “Celebrate the Past--Embrace the Future.” Both were done to perfection thanks to Vice Chancellor Lenny Klaver and many others, both on and behind the scene.
Certainly the highlight of the evening dealt with “embracing the future” in the person of Dr. Deborah L. Ford, our new Chancellor-- smart, friendly, confident, genuine--she has it all. As if to maintain the momentum of the festivities, she employed a very few, well-chosen words, managing to introduce John, her husband, then demonstrate unabashed enthusiasm for her new role as Chancellor, and finally make every person in the crowded ballroom completely confident that she can and will deal effectively with whatever comes her way. The future of our young university appears to be in strong, capable, yet nurturing hands.
Now, for the first of my public 'Mea culpas'. You see, I energetically, by voice and print, supported one of the other candidates for Chancellor. He lost; she won and it didn't take long to realize and admit my mistake—not because my choice was so bad, but because Dr. Ford is appearing to be so good. I'd understand if she decided to exile me to one of those other schools, but she doesn't seem to have a vindictive bone in her body. What's more... 'expelling' an indigent, senior citizen could become a public relations nightmare. She now has my eternal loyalty and support.
Another exceptional lady at the Gala was Frances Jaeschke, who had the room roaring with her clever oratory. She covered Parkside's “past” in a most entertaining way; however, the rousing cheer she made us all join in had “future” written all over it. After this perky, 90 year old 'beauty queen' finished speaking to a thunderous ovation, emcee, Lenny Klaver, probably for the first time in his life, seemed at a loss for words—but only momentarily. I learned from a couple of old friends of hers, Harlan and Rita Draeger, that she and her sister were a very popular song and dance team around the Chicago area during their high school years. No wonder she seemed so 'at home' up there on the dais. Harriet Wyllie and Rita Tallent Picken were also honored for their service over these many years. Kitty Picken spoke on behalf of her step mother, Rita, who was home convalescing from an injury. In spite of having to follow the aforementioned 'cheerleader,' Kitty gave us a Parkside history lesson that I found to be most interesting. She is also a very capable speaker.
Professor Ami Bouterse's vocal students, Timothy Griffin, Jr., Jennifer Hansen, Kaytlyn Johnson, and Jordan Miller gave stellar performances with the talented pianist, Alejandro Alumbreros, getting some attention with a very witty ad lib. I am frequently in awe of the quality music and singing our Music School students deliver. They don't get paid, but that doesn't make them any less 'professional.'
Finally, kudos to Joe Tominaro, Parkside's Director of Catering and Events. Every dinner I attend, I gain more respect for this man's uncanny ability to run a party. It is no easy task to serve so many people hot food almost simultaneously, but Joe pulls it off every time. Watching him fluidly glide around the tables, constantly, quietly, directing his staff of very talented servers with elaborate gestures, suggests a combined image of: adagio dancer, symphony conductor, third base coach and Italian traffic cop—it truly is 'poetry in motion.' I've been trying to persuade him to cater the brunch at my funeral, but he adamantly insists on a 20 person minimum. Why do New Yorkers always have to 'have the edge?'
Terry Tynan
My wife and I were privileged to attend the University of Wisconsin-Parkside's 40th Anniversary Gala held Saturday, November 7th. The theme was aptly titled “Celebrate the Past--Embrace the Future.” Both were done to perfection thanks to Vice Chancellor Lenny Klaver and many others, both on and behind the scene.
Certainly the highlight of the evening dealt with “embracing the future” in the person of Dr. Deborah L. Ford, our new Chancellor-- smart, friendly, confident, genuine--she has it all. As if to maintain the momentum of the festivities, she employed a very few, well-chosen words, managing to introduce John, her husband, then demonstrate unabashed enthusiasm for her new role as Chancellor, and finally make every person in the crowded ballroom completely confident that she can and will deal effectively with whatever comes her way. The future of our young university appears to be in strong, capable, yet nurturing hands.
Now, for the first of my public 'Mea culpas'. You see, I energetically, by voice and print, supported one of the other candidates for Chancellor. He lost; she won and it didn't take long to realize and admit my mistake—not because my choice was so bad, but because Dr. Ford is appearing to be so good. I'd understand if she decided to exile me to one of those other schools, but she doesn't seem to have a vindictive bone in her body. What's more... 'expelling' an indigent, senior citizen could become a public relations nightmare. She now has my eternal loyalty and support.
Another exceptional lady at the Gala was Frances Jaeschke, who had the room roaring with her clever oratory. She covered Parkside's “past” in a most entertaining way; however, the rousing cheer she made us all join in had “future” written all over it. After this perky, 90 year old 'beauty queen' finished speaking to a thunderous ovation, emcee, Lenny Klaver, probably for the first time in his life, seemed at a loss for words—but only momentarily. I learned from a couple of old friends of hers, Harlan and Rita Draeger, that she and her sister were a very popular song and dance team around the Chicago area during their high school years. No wonder she seemed so 'at home' up there on the dais. Harriet Wyllie and Rita Tallent Picken were also honored for their service over these many years. Kitty Picken spoke on behalf of her step mother, Rita, who was home convalescing from an injury. In spite of having to follow the aforementioned 'cheerleader,' Kitty gave us a Parkside history lesson that I found to be most interesting. She is also a very capable speaker.
Professor Ami Bouterse's vocal students, Timothy Griffin, Jr., Jennifer Hansen, Kaytlyn Johnson, and Jordan Miller gave stellar performances with the talented pianist, Alejandro Alumbreros, getting some attention with a very witty ad lib. I am frequently in awe of the quality music and singing our Music School students deliver. They don't get paid, but that doesn't make them any less 'professional.'
Finally, kudos to Joe Tominaro, Parkside's Director of Catering and Events. Every dinner I attend, I gain more respect for this man's uncanny ability to run a party. It is no easy task to serve so many people hot food almost simultaneously, but Joe pulls it off every time. Watching him fluidly glide around the tables, constantly, quietly, directing his staff of very talented servers with elaborate gestures, suggests a combined image of: adagio dancer, symphony conductor, third base coach and Italian traffic cop—it truly is 'poetry in motion.' I've been trying to persuade him to cater the brunch at my funeral, but he adamantly insists on a 20 person minimum. Why do New Yorkers always have to 'have the edge?'
Terry Tynan
Poor Me
Tell me if I sound paranoid. The heater on my Jeep Grand Cherokee stopped functioning at 78,000 miles—my warranty was up at 75,000 miles. The windshield washers don't work, as well as the windshield wiper delay, the seat warmers, and the power steering--which operates until I'm turning a corner. Time Warner canceled WTTW two weeks after I removed my 30 foot TV tower. The Wisconsin Department of Transportation “improved” the road in front of my property by raising it about a foot, leaving it nearly impossible to exit my driveway after a snowfall, especially with a two-wheel-drive vehicle. The danger is enhanced by the removal of the shoulder, preventing us from entering the roadway from a level position. The Town of Somers brought in a horde of Mongols from the North, representing themselves as real estate appraisers. In their wake, the value of my modest little property was increased by 80%. This kind of enhanced prosperity I don't need. I can barely pay the taxes now. Of course, my complaints fell on deaf ears at the showcase 'open book review,' where I learned that all of the re-evaluations were based on comparable sales that took place at the apex of the infamous 'real estate bubble.' This is fair? My lawnmower broke. My roof leaks. My cat died. My old boat which I couldn't afford to launch, was vandalized. Dick Cheney is still appearing on television. My wife has a sore back. Now, I just found out that my doctor won't renew my prescription for high blood pressure medication until I go in for a physical—certainly, you can understand my hesitancy.
Tell me if I sound paranoid. The heater on my Jeep Grand Cherokee stopped functioning at 78,000 miles—my warranty was up at 75,000 miles. The windshield washers don't work, as well as the windshield wiper delay, the seat warmers, and the power steering--which operates until I'm turning a corner. Time Warner canceled WTTW two weeks after I removed my 30 foot TV tower. The Wisconsin Department of Transportation “improved” the road in front of my property by raising it about a foot, leaving it nearly impossible to exit my driveway after a snowfall, especially with a two-wheel-drive vehicle. The danger is enhanced by the removal of the shoulder, preventing us from entering the roadway from a level position. The Town of Somers brought in a horde of Mongols from the North, representing themselves as real estate appraisers. In their wake, the value of my modest little property was increased by 80%. This kind of enhanced prosperity I don't need. I can barely pay the taxes now. Of course, my complaints fell on deaf ears at the showcase 'open book review,' where I learned that all of the re-evaluations were based on comparable sales that took place at the apex of the infamous 'real estate bubble.' This is fair? My lawnmower broke. My roof leaks. My cat died. My old boat which I couldn't afford to launch, was vandalized. Dick Cheney is still appearing on television. My wife has a sore back. Now, I just found out that my doctor won't renew my prescription for high blood pressure medication until I go in for a physical—certainly, you can understand my hesitancy.
Terry Tynan
Sunday, November 15, 2009
The Right One for the Job
Today, I was in the right place at the right time. I was privileged to meet with the fifth candidate for Chancellor of the University of Wisconsin-Parkside. I had met two of the finalists and heard some positive comments on the others. Accolades to the Search Committee for recruiting these highly qualified individuals. Dr. H. James Williams, an imposing figure with a string of degrees too long for this modest piece, completely blew me away. It started with the handshake—firm without crushing my old arthritic knuckles--then the broad smile bespeaking a very confident, truly friendly man. 'Likable' is the adjective that best applies. He answered our questions with a candor most refreshing--a hint of passion when addressing student needs. His dedication seems real and deep. I've been around leaders all of my adult life, so I know one when I see one. Dr. Williams has all the qualities that can inspire and motivate young and old alike. During the all-too-brief interview (one hour with this fellow is like 3 minutes) I imagined him at a Rotary luncheon, the State Legislature, a television interview, a high school commencement or chatting with a prospective student's family-- the New Face of Parkside—and I felt a tinge of pride. I hold a deep affection for this vibrant young school, and want to see it prosper and grow in stature. I never want to hear of a program eliminated or a good teacher lost for lack of funds. I hope the Regents see and feel what I do. Their only reservation should be: 'How long can we keep him?'
Terry Tynan
terrytynan@att.net
Today, I was in the right place at the right time. I was privileged to meet with the fifth candidate for Chancellor of the University of Wisconsin-Parkside. I had met two of the finalists and heard some positive comments on the others. Accolades to the Search Committee for recruiting these highly qualified individuals. Dr. H. James Williams, an imposing figure with a string of degrees too long for this modest piece, completely blew me away. It started with the handshake—firm without crushing my old arthritic knuckles--then the broad smile bespeaking a very confident, truly friendly man. 'Likable' is the adjective that best applies. He answered our questions with a candor most refreshing--a hint of passion when addressing student needs. His dedication seems real and deep. I've been around leaders all of my adult life, so I know one when I see one. Dr. Williams has all the qualities that can inspire and motivate young and old alike. During the all-too-brief interview (one hour with this fellow is like 3 minutes) I imagined him at a Rotary luncheon, the State Legislature, a television interview, a high school commencement or chatting with a prospective student's family-- the New Face of Parkside—and I felt a tinge of pride. I hold a deep affection for this vibrant young school, and want to see it prosper and grow in stature. I never want to hear of a program eliminated or a good teacher lost for lack of funds. I hope the Regents see and feel what I do. Their only reservation should be: 'How long can we keep him?'
Terry Tynan
terrytynan@att.net
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