Extra Credit

When I was still in the classroom, I sometimes gave extra-credit assignments that did not directly relate to course material.  For instance, at more than one HBCU (Historically Black College or Univrsity), in courses on basic computing, I regularly used the Russian poet Alexander Pushkin as such a topic, telling my students Pushkin was a point of intersection between their background and mine.  Particularly among young men, Pushkin was a big success in this context.

Now that my teaching is done entirely online and through my blogs (yes, I do consider this teaching), I've got a new topic for extra credit that I want to put  in front of you.  Anyone who can explain clearly the three terms below will receive an award as IPOW (Informed Progressive of the Week)  as well as lots of congratulations.

The brain twisters are:

• Does the First Amendment to our Constitution make any provision regarding the establishment of new religions?
• In the First Amendment, what right, of the American people, is described as needing to take place peaceably?
• For what reason should such actions be taken?

Explaining concepts like these in English without one's eyes rolling back n one's head isn't easy, but it's needed in order to win the award.  I'll announce the winner a week from today.
 

Kochinina and Wax Lips

Side by side on Bell Avenue in North Braddock, just to the west of 13th Street, stood two stores.  The larger, Berta's, was a 1950s precursor to today's supermarkets.  The smaller, Eliskowitz's, was that era's convenience store.  Both served the (mostly Eastern European in origin) working class residents of that part of the borough.   Each was responsible for a fond moment from my childhood.

Berta's first.  As one entered the store, there were shelves with bread, dry goods, and so on to the right, produce bins to the left, and, straight ahead, a refrigerated case that held meats, and a Rusnok delicacy called kochinina.


Kochinina are pickled pigs feet.  Not even I, a to-the-bone, both-sides-of-the-family Ruthenian, could or can handle these gooey goodies.

No groceries at the establishment next door.  But Eliskowitz's carried many items targeted at kids.  Penny candy (yes, penny - one piece for one cent), pretzel rods (also one cent), faux / candy cigarettes, and wax lips filled the display case just inside the door.

One afternoon, I put down big money at Eliskowitz's - a nickel, to be precise.  I walked out with two pretzel rods, a Mary Jane, a Mint Julep, and wax lips.  Pretzels ad candy were consumed almost immediately.  Wax lips were clutched tightly in my right hand, as I proceeded back down Bell Avenue, past our house, and to that of my paternal grandmother.

As I approached the door, I put on the wax lips.  They were in place, bright red and prominent, as I knocked.  Grandma Petrovsky answered, but in a way I hadn't expected.  She shrieked something in her native language.  To which I responded by removing the wax lips and saying "It's ok, bub; they're just candy."

My bubba's closing observation?  "Bozhe moye!  I thought you hurted youorself."

Lefties Galore

My family, at least my dad's, was unusual in being loaded with left-handers.  Of the Munch and his 3 siblings who survived into adulthood, 3 (my dad, my Aunt Martha, and my Uncle Al) were born lefties.  All were "co0rrected" when they entered grade school.

The Munch wouldn't allow our school district (of which he had at one time been an employee, as a junior high school teacher) do the same to / for me.  He realized that this practice, which has since largely been abandoned, was the only known cause of habitual stuttering in adults.  So he put the kibosh on such efforts really quickly.

I'm glad he did.  I like talking far too much to want to contend with stumbling speech ... :-))

Role Models

I've had several role models in my life.  The most significant have been from my family.  But there have also been 2 fictional characters who've contributed to my ideas of who and how I should be.

Family first.  My mom Betty was the kindest soul I ever met.  She accepted unquestioningly, and criticized gently.  My sister Pat exemplifies Winston Churchill's definition of courage - grace under pressure.  My Aunt Martha was sharp as a tack, had an acerbic wit, and used her gifts with humor.

In fiction, my two role models are each professional women who haven't forgotten how to care.  Each appeared in a successful film - Annette Benning's character of Sydney Ellen Wade in The American President, and the unnamed editor of a small-town newspaper in Field of Dreams.

I think all these women would understand and accept wholeheartedly my affection for and appreciation of J. Thadeus Toad.

Two Birthdays

How many of us can claim to have two birthdays?  My dad did; he loved to tell this story:

I was such a big strong baby that the midwife had a hell of a time delivering me.  It was so bad that she went out afterwards and got drunk, and didn't record the birth for three days.

So, every September 7th and September 10th, wish the Munch Happy Birthday ... :-)

Blues Power

Artists like John Fogarty and Michael McDonald can express righteous anger and at the same time offer hope.  Songs like Fortunate Son and Taking It to the Streets use the power of their lyrics to accomplish the former, and the vitality of their cadence to bring about the latter.

Righteous Anger

Rock and R&B have an extraordinary ability to convey strong feelings, including anger.  That being the case, these genres have been part of many protest movements.

Ergo the list below: my nominations for the top ten protest songs of all time.  They're listed in ascending order, from #10 to #1.

1. What About Me  (Quicksilver Messenger Service)
2. I'd Like to Save the World  (10 Years After)
3. Run Through the Jungle  (Creedence Clearwater Revival)
4. Revolution  (The Beatles)
5. Give Peace a Chance  (The Beatles)
6. A Change is Going to Come  (Sam Cooke)
7. Turn the Page  (Bob Seeger and the Silver Bullet Band)
8. Taking It to the Streets  (The Doobie Brothers)
9. Fortunate Son  (Creedence Clearwater Revivial)
10. I Feel Like I'm Fixin' to Die  (Country Joe and the Fish)

That last is, in this schmoochkie's opinion, the absolute definitive, quintessential, superlative, and all that stuff protest song of all times.  Incredibly effective ...