Friday, May 13, 2016

Capital Banishment

I just noticed a New York Times editorial referred to my home county as “the Bronx.” Not The Bronx, just the Bronx. Lower case “t.”

The Bronx has been The Bronx as long I can remember. I was born there in 1931. They were very strict in PS90, teaching us that the name of our borough was The Bronx, capital T. When was the Bronx decapitalized?

The other New York City boroughs have no “the’s.” They’re simply Manhattan, Queens, Brooklyn and Staten Island. But we were always The Bronx. With a Capital T.

So if you refer The Bronx at all, please address it properly, with a capital T.

It’s the least you can do. 

Thursday, February 25, 2016

Muddling not alone...

I commend you to an Op-Ed column by Roger Cohen in Tuesday's NYTimes (2/23/16) titled Smartphone Era Politics, although it's more about the impact of today's technology than just smartphones.

I started the Muddling Marv Blog some years ago to express my frustration, as a former journalist, to come to terms with the the new technology.

I'm still baffled and still fume when landing in voice-mail jail when trying to reach a human being who might be able to resolve an issue or solve a problem. “This call may be monitored for etc. etc.,” is about as meaningless a phrase as ever coined. I'm positive no one monitors it because nothing changes. I hope our intelligence services receive such messages when they eavesdrop. Sweet justice!

But back to Roger Cohen. He writes: “I grew up with readers and by extension readership. The readers have vanished like migrating birds. They have been replaced by users and viewers and by audience. Verbal experience has given way to the visual experience. Where pages were turned, images are clicked. Words have been processed to form content, a commodity like any other. The letters have given way to the link.”

There is more to this excellent column but I resonate to one universal truth. He writes: “one thing young people don't do on their smart phones is actually speak to one another.”

Muddle on, Roger...


Thursday, February 11, 2016

The Thing About Thursday

It's catch-up day. It's a day I get to sleep a little later because I don't have to be anywhere at a particular time. It's a day to do some errands I haven't had time to do earlier in the week.

It's the same kind of day for my wife, who doesn't have her exercise class on Thursday. It's a day for doctor's appointments, barbers, beauty parlor visits, casual shopping and reading the papers at a leisurely pace. Or just reading a book.

We could do the laundry, or not; a little light housekeeping, or not, or anything else that strikes us. Like posting a blog, perhaps. The point is: Thursday is completely our day.

I have always liked Thursdays. I think I was born on a Thursday and it's a day I have always looked forward to. It's past midweek but not quite the weekend. It also can be the start a four-day weekend when holidays align; the classic example being Thanksgiving Day declared by President Lincoln as the fourth Thursday of November.

To me it's a day like no other; it's just right.

Happy Thursday everyone.


Saturday, January 30, 2016

The Currency Conundrum

Treasury Secretary Jack Lew stepped into it when he suggested a woman replace Andrew Jackson on the $20 bill. Of course he got more than he bargained for in the way of suggestions.

Jackson may deserve ousting but virtually all the other guys on our bills carry some negative baggage. Grant was a notorious anti-Semite, Ben Franklin was a womanizer, etc. Pick a bill and we probably can find something nasty about the guy who fronts it.

So, for the moment, let's forget about changing the current currency lineup. My wife has an alternative idea: She suggests we CREATE A NEW BILL, a $25 bill and put a worthy woman on it. Think how convenient that would be when you want to send a charitable donation or a gift and $20 seems cheap, $30 is awkward and $50 is too much. $25 would be just about right. And if fits nicely into our monetary system. Think four quarters make a dollar, four $25s make a hundred. Sweet.

As for who to put on the bill, my wife's' candidate is Eleanor Roosevelt, certainly a worthy choice. My personal preference is Sacajawea, the Shoshone Indian woman who guided Lewis and Clark through uncharted territory from Missouri to the Pacific Coast in 1804-05.

If she could get those intrepid explorers through such treacherous territory surely she could get Secretary Lew through his female forest.

Just sayin'.  

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Busting the Boomers

I am a member of the “Silent Generation,” that cohort born between 1925 and 1945, many of whom served during the Korean War, including me. We were given the name by Time Magazine in an article that described us as “unimaginative, withdrawn, unadventurous and cautious.” Maybe it was because we didn't subscribe.

Then came that group called the “Baby Boomers,” to which we contributed two.

Now I read the first Boomers are approaching their 70's with the usual fanfare and hand-wringing associated with this self-absorbed group. Having been there, done that, I can't get too excited about their generational milestone. Frankly, my dears, I'm kind of tired of hearing about the Boomers and all they've done to:

a) improve our lives,
b) screw up our lives,
c) become a damn nuisance.

I never understood the fuss made over them just because there were so many of them. And now the fuss continues because they are reaching a certain age. Hell, when we “Silents” reached that age no one made a fuss over us. 

Am I jealous or grouchy or just plain ornery? Or maybe I should just keep “silent.”

Thursday, January 7, 2016

What We Saved

In my time I saved the daily newspapers of historical events; FDR's death, JFK's assassination, the moon landing, etc. And Life and Look magazines reporting as well. They meant something to me then and I thought they would mean something to my children.

The newspapers were yellowed and brittle but they came not only from New York papers that still exist but from those that do not: The Mirror, The Herald-Tribune, The Journal-American. 

My wife saved other things; bric-a-brac from her mother's home and virtually every letter I wrote to her from Japan when I was in the army there in 1953-54. I also have several dishes and a bowl from my mother's home and the wooden chair my father used when he sat at the head of our Seder table.

My son pointed out this stuff is not “Antiques Roadshow” material. But in the antiques roadshow of our memories they are “priceless.”

We threw out some of the old newspapers. I'm saving the rest of the stuff for him. Have fun, Rob.  

Friday, January 1, 2016

A Retro New Year

We started our New Year's Eve with Artie Shaw's “Any Old Time,” smoothly transitioning to “Rosalie” followed by “Deep Purple” and more from our CD of “The Best of Artie Shaw.”

Those of you of a certain age will remember Artie Shaw, a great clarinetist probably most famous for his rendition of “Begin the Beguine,” my personal favorite. That recording took us through dinner.
Then we adjourned to the couch to watch a Robin Williams classic, “Good Morning, Vietnam.” in which he plays an over-the-top DJ in his own battle with an Army officer who refuses to let him report on the escalating war. Could have been written today about our involvement in the Middle East.

Ended the evening watching a silly movie with Martin Short and Danny Glover which I won't mention further. Then watched the ball drop in Times Square and went to bed.

Continued our Retro New Year at breakfast with Tommy Dorsey and Frank Sinatra and, boy, did Sinatra sound young. The final notes of our Retro New Year were tooted by Harry James, literally and figuratively, “The Man With a Horn.” Vocals by Dick Haymes, Kitty Kallen, Helen Forrest, and Betty Grable, who later became his wife (for a while).

Danced the New Year in, in our memories.

Happy 2016 everyone.