The Perfect Valentine

 

I’ve always been kind of 50/50 on my feelings about Valentine’s Day.  Up until about fourth grade, I liked it.  I went to the same school for 3 years, so I had a lot of friends and got lots of Valentines in my basket.  When we moved away, and I switched schools in fifth grade, that ended.  Being the new kid, I didn’t get many Valentines (but I had a wonderful teacher who made sure I got some special ones from her).  In sixth grade, the Valentine Day thing pretty much ended for a few years.

Valentine’s Day in high school was really awkward.  Apparently, there was an unwritten rule – impress, but don’t embarrass, either by under or over impressing.  At the same time, don’t draw unwanted attention to the recipient of your Valentine affections, but, make sure you draw enough attention so they don’t feel unnoticed.  It’s important to do all of this while completely remaining suave and debonair, of course.  A guy is supposed to be a true Casanova at fourteen years old.  No cracking voice.  No volcanic acne episodes or really bad haircuts.  And above all, don’t get nervous and sweat like a lawn sprinkler while slow dancing at the Valentine’s Day school dance!  See what I mean about awkward?

Valentine's Chocolate Hearts in Truck BedSince getting married, Valentine’s Day has been a lot easier.  My wife tells me what she’d like and, if I smart, I do my best to find it; usually a card, some kind of good chocolate and maybe dinner – simple.  I can handle that.  We have two sons.  For them, I just make sure they remember their mom on Valentine’s Day and all is well in the house.  I started feeling like a Valentine pro; until my daughter came along.

I don’t know what it is about having a little girl that makes me willing to make crazy promises.  I guess it’s the way she smiles when I tell her I’ll get her the perfect Valentine.  One year, that involved spending hours searching on line and making phone calls to locate a very rare Godiva Teddy Bear holding a bag of Godiva Chocolate Truffles.  It turns out they had one such bear at Ross Park Mall near Pittsburgh.  I got them to hold it for me by prepaying for it.  I got lost on my way to the mall, as usual, and a one hour trip turned into an all day adventure with detours and bad directions.  However, my mission was successful and I returned home with the perfect Valentine.

They say true love is an unconditional kind of love; the kind that would give all to prove itself.  That kind of love is hard to reciprocate.  How could you respond in kind to the perfect Valentine?  Maybe the best response is to simply accept and appreciate the gift.  I can think of one such perfect Valentine:

John 316 Valentine

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That’s Life

Life CerealWhen I was ten, my friends and I would engage in the verbal merry-go-round “That’s life.  What’s life?  A magazine.  How much does cost?  Fifty cents. I only have a quarter.  That’s Life. What’s Life?….” and around it would go, annoying all adults in the vicinity until we were told to shut up.   Life is also a breakfast cereal.  Remember Mikey?  He wouldn’t eat just any cereal but he loved Life, which amazed his brother.  “He likes it! Hey Mikey!” his brother would yell.  Mikey never said a word.  He just kept enjoying his Life.

Marion Montgomery, an American jazz singer from Natchez, Mississippi was discovered by another famous singer, songwriter, composer and actress Peggy Lee who convinced Capital Records to sign her.  In 1963, Montgomery recorded “That’s Life”, written by Dean Kay and Kelly Gordon and covered by Frank Sinatra in 1966 on his album by the same name.  “I said that’s life (that’s life) and as funny as it may seem, some people get their kicks, steppin’ on a dream.  But I just can’t let it, let it get me down, ’cause this fine old world, it keeps spinnin’ around”.  That’s fine as long as life let’s you keep on playing.

Life is also a game by the Milton Bradley Company (now a subsidiary of the Hasbro Company).  It was a great game on its own, but the best part of Life was the large denominations of play money that came with it.  Life had a beginning and an end with its length dependent on how lucky you were at spinning the wheel of chance – sort of like real life.  The Monopoly game, on the other hand, was played until one player was the last person with any cash left.  By taking the big bills from the Life game, we could make Monopoly games last WAY longer!

Some people treat realThat's Life life like a game.  They take risks with their own lives and the lives of others.  They have permission to act this way with the backing of various court decisions over the last several decades.  I don’t like to see anyone harm themselves.  But, I guess it’s their lives so it’s their business just as long as no one else has to pay for the consequences of their decisions. But that’s the rub.  Many times, someone else does have to pay.  With the 43rd anniversary of the Supreme Court’s Roe v. Wade abortion decision approaching, I’m thinking a lot about life.  All lives.  The unborn.  Those born with life threatening physical problems.  Those who’ve had abortions.  Those who’ve miscarried.  Those who are born to a future as an orphan, or of neglect or poverty.  Those who’ve carelessly taken the life of another.  The elderly and the physically weak.  Those who desire to give up on their lives.

I’ve heard that black lives, blue lives, white lives and even dog lives matter.  If you’d ask God, He’d tell you that ALL lives matter because He is the author of life.  There are times when the taking of a life cannot be avoided, but lives taken carelessly or for selfish convenience are lives stolen.  If we’re going to claim to be “pro life” we must be so from womb to grave.  In chapter 10, verse 10 of the Bible’s book of John, Jesus says “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.”  Now THAT’s life!

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Auld Lanxiety

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Every time I watch the New Year’s Eve “ball drop” at Times Square, NY and they start to sing Auld Lang Syne, I find myself wondering “why is everyone mumbling the words after the first verse?”  Does anyone really know all the words?  Does anyone even know the meaning of the song?  In the 1989 romantic comedy “When Harry Met Sally,” Billy Crystal’s baffled Harry wonders, What does this song mean? My whole life, I don’t know what this song means.  I mean, ‘Should old acquaintance be forgot?’  Does that mean that we should forget old acquaintances?  Or does it mean that if we happened to forget them, we should remember them, which is not possible because we already forgot them?”  Meg Ryan’s character Sally reasons Well, maybe it just means that we should remember that we forgot them or something.  Anyway, it’s about old friends.”

Well, it’s not quite that simple.  Auld Lang Syne translates closest as “those long gone who are dear to us”.  It can refer to the experiences of days long gone as well as to people long departed.  The song contains many drinking references as well as angst over separation.  There’s also a line about reaching out your hands to those in need and about being a trustworthy friend.  Where did the song come from anyway, and how did we decide it would become the official New Year song?

The words of Auld Lang Syne are attributed (mostly) to Scotland’s National Poet Robert Burns (1759-1796).  Burns composed some of the lines himself, transcribed other lines as told to him by an elder Scot, and “collected” lines for the first verse and chorus from the ballad “Old Long Syne” first printed in 1711 by Scottish Editor James Watson in his “Choice Collection of Comic and Serious Scots Poems”.  The musical tune we’re most familiar with is attributed to a old strathspey (dance) tune “The Miller’s Daughter” played in rapid 4/4 time at between 120 and 160 beats per minute.  The band Flogging Molly comes to mind.  Singing Auld Lang Syne on Hogmanay (New Years Eve) became a Scots tradition after the publication of Burns’ poem.  The tradition spread throughout the British Isles and naturally made its way to North America when the Gaels immigrated here.  The Canadian-American bandleader Guy Lombardo is credited with popularizing Auld Lang Syne internationally when his band played the song during a radio broadcast of a live performance at the Roosevelt Hotel in New York in 1929.  They played “Auld Lang Syne” just after the clock hit midnight and instantly created a New Year’s tradition.

Life is complicated.  Some look at life like it’s a 6 foot deep rut.  Others live flying 6 feet above it all.  Most of us live in the land in-between.  Some acquaintances and experiences are best forgotten; some can be forgotten quickly while others never quite leave us completely.  Happy memories, good friends and loved ones are welcome companions as we travel onward in life.  Survival, and dare I even say “joy”, comes from realistic understanding balanced with realistic expectations expressed through thankfulness; contentment vs. complacency.  We’ve all been through tough times and good times; neither lasts forever, but the legacies of our relationships and the good we accomplish together will endure.  We should not forget that.  Let’s join hands and go forward together into 2016, and, when we sing Auld Lang Syne, let’s not do so with anxiety.  May the wisdom gleaned from our pasts make us richer in the present and more hopeful about the future.   Happy New Year!

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The Christmas Guest

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Who’s coming to your house tonight?  “The Christmas Guest” by Helen Steiner Rice is my favorite Christmas poem.  I hope you enjoy it.  Merry Christmas!

It happened one day near December's end,
Two neighbors called on an old-time friend 
And they found his shop so meager and mean, 
Made gay with a thousand boughs of green, 
And Conrad was sitting with face a-shine
When he suddenly stopped as he stitched a twine 
And he said, "Old friends, at dawn today, 
When the cock was crowing the night away, 
The Lord appeared in a dream to me 
And said, 'I am coming your guest to be'. 
So I've been busy with feet astir, 
Strewing my shop with branches of fir, 
The table is spread and the kettle is shined 
And over the rafters the holly is twined, 
And now I will wait for my Lord to appear 
And listen closely so I will hear
His step as He nears my humble place, 
And I open the door and look on His face. . ." 

So his friends went home and left Conrad alone, 
For this was the happiest day he had known, 
For, long since, his family had passed away 
And Conrad had spent many a sad Christmas Day. 
But he knew with the Lord as his Christmas guest 
This Christmas would be the dearest and best,
So he listened with only joy in his heart. 
And with every sound he would rise with a start 
And look for the Lord to be at his door 
Like the vision he had a few hours before.
So he ran to the window after hearing a sound, 
But all that he could see on the snow-covered ground 
Was a shabby beggar whose shoes were torn 
And all of his clothes were ragged and worn.
But Conrad was touched and went to the door 
And he said, "Your feet must be frozen and sore, 
I have some shoes in my shop for you 
And a coat that will keep you warmer, too." 

So with grateful heart the man went away, 
But Conrad noticed the time of day. 
He wondered what made the Lord so late
And how much longer he'd have to wait, 
When he heard a knock and ran to the door, 
But it was only a stranger once more. 
A bent, old lady with a shawl of black, 
With a bundle of kindling piled on her back.
She asked for only a place to rest, 
But that was reserved for Conrad's Great Guest.
But her voice seemed to plead, "Don't send me away 
Let me rest for awhile on Christmas day." 
So Conrad brewed her a steaming cup 
And told her to sit at the table and sup. 
But after she left he was filled with dismay 
For he saw that the hours were slipping away 
And the Lord had not come as He said He would, 
And Conrad felt sure he had misunderstood. 

When out of the stillness he heard a cry, 
"Please help me and tell me where am I." 
So again he opened his friendly door 
And stood disappointed as twice before,
It was only a child who had wandered away 
And was lost from her family on Christmas Day.
Again Conrad's heart was heavy and sad, 
But he knew he should make the litte girl glad, 
So he called her in and wiped her tears 
And quieted all her childish fears. 
Then he led her back to her home once more 
But as he entered his own darkened door, 
He knew that the Lord was not coming today 
For the hours of Christmas had passed away. 
So he went to his room and knelt down to pray 
And he said, "Dear Lord, why did you delay, 
What kept You from coming to call on me, 
For I wanted so much Your face to see. . ." 

When soft in the silence a voice he heard,
"Lift up your head for I kept My word-- 
Three times My shadow crossed your floor-- 
Three times I came to your lowly door-- 
For I was the beggar with bruised, cold feet, 
I was the woman you gave something to eat, 
And I was the child on the homeless street.
Three times I knocked and three times I came in,
And each time I found the warmth of a friend.
Of all the gifts, love is the best,
I was honored to be your Christmas guest." 
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Angels Among Us

I traveled past the famed Anaheim Angels Stadium hundreds of times while living in Southern California.  When I was twelve, I played Little League Baseball and chose to play for the Little League Angels because Nolan Ryan came to the California Angels in 1972.  The big league Angels finished at .484 that year, but we were league champs!

One of my favorite movies is “Angels in the Outfield” –the 1994 remake, not the 1951 original.  It’s probably because one of my favorite character actors, Christopher Lloyd, plays “Al” the chief angel and Danny Glover plays Angels coach George Knox.  Disclaimer; the movie is inspirational and entertaining but I don’t watch it for a biblical understanding of angels.  That being understood, I do love Al’s last words “We’re always watching!” as he leaves Roger’s house.

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This time year is off-season for Anaheim Angels fans, but prime time for lovers of the Heavenly Angels.  We’re singing “Angels We Have Heard on High” and “Hark the Herald Angels Sing”.  We’ve got light-up angels in our yards and angels topping our Christmas trees.  We treat angels as holiday novelties or symbolic characters from bible stories.  But – consider Alabama’s song “Angels Among Us” written by Don Goodman and Becky Hobbs, and released in December 1993 as a Christmas single from the band’s 1993 album “Cheap Seats”.  Are there really angels among us?

The English word “angel” comes from the Greek word “angelos” which means “messenger”.  In the Old Testament, the most common Hebrew word used for angels is “malak” which also means messenger.  The Prophet Malachi got his name from this word and he was indeed a messenger as he prophesied about the coming of Jesus Christ, the messenger of God’s covenant.  This brings us to an interesting concept.  Both Malachi and Jesus were men, but they were also malakim.  Some say a way to tell men apart from Heavenly Angels is that the Heavenly beings do supernatural things.  However, so did Elijah, Phillip, Moses and many others through the enabling of the Holy Spirit.  So as to not leave us in a conundrum, the Bible does specify differences in creation, strength, power and immortality that place the Heavenly Angels above the earthly malakim.

So then – how do we know when, as Roger and Coach Knox would say in the movie, “We’ve got an angel with us”?  Psalm 91:11-12 says “For He will command His angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.”  Hebrews 13:2 says “Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it.”  Remember Al’s words – “We’re always watching!”

I’ll finish with a short “angel story”.  Four years ago, when my friends Kevin Hanna, Chad Ubry and I made a Christmas run to Joplin, Mo. after their devastating spring tornado, a resident asked if we had an angel tree topper.  Hers had been taken away by the tornado when her home was destroyed.  We looked though the boxes of donated decorations that filled the back of our truck.  When we emerged with a brand new, still in the box, ceramic angel, the woman broke into tears.  The angel was identical to the one she had lost.  God knows when you need an angel.  Trust Him.

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Royally Skewed

Baby Emanuel

Photo by Father Christopher Ryan Heanue

I’m sharing this story because of the number of people I’ve found who don’t know about what happened.  On the day before Thanksgiving, a baby boy, only a few hours old, was left in a church in Queens, NY.  New York’s “Safe Haven Law” states that an adult with legal custody of an infant can drop the baby off at a hospital, church, police or fire station without facing legal repercussions.  The law also stipulates that the child is supposed to be handed off to a responsible person and not left unattended.  Someone dropping off an unwanted baby is not uncommon.  This drop-off is different.

Surveillance cameras were scanning as a young woman went into a “99 cent store” and purchased several towels.  Security cameras a couple of blocks away viewed her carrying a bundle of towels into a nearby church several minutes later.  A short time after that, those cameras took an image of the same woman walking out of the church without the towels.  Nothing too unusual about all of that, but this is where the story gets royally skewed.

Tucked inside the woman’s coat was a new born baby boy.  She could have walked to the police station 2 blocks in the opposite direction from the store, but the woman chose Holy Child Jesus Roman Catholic Church in Richmond Hill, Queens, NY as an anonymous place to drop off her newborn son.  Upon entering the church, the mother spotted an empty crèche workers had finished setting up less than an hour before her arrival.  After spending a few moments in the quiet sanctuary with her baby son, she wrapped him in the towels, placed him in the crèche trusting that someone would find him, and she left.  What color were the towels she randomly purchased?  They were purple; the color of Advent and also the color used to distinguish royalty in the Bible.

Imagine the Janitor who had just returned from his lunch.  He heard an infant crying in the church but said he paid little attention as “People come in and out of the church all day to pray.”  When he approached the altar, he still heard the crying but saw no one nearby.  He followed the sound and found a baby boy, swaddled in purple cloth and lying in the crèche.  The authorities were immediately notified and the baby was taken to Jamaica Hospital in Queens, but not before earning the nick-name “Emmanuel” which means “God with us”.

Jesus left Heaven and came to Earth in the form of a baby, born to a young virgin named Mary.  We can assume the Queens Emmanuel’s mother was not a virgin, but still; think about it.  Can miracles still happen?  We celebrate a miraculous birth at Christmas.  Can God still show us things in miraculous ways today?  I say yes.  After reading this, do you agree?  I can’t help but think about Eric Bazilian’s 1995 song “One of Us” performed by Joan Osborne.  One of the verses reads “If God had a face what would it look like?  And would you want to see if seeing meant that you would have to believe in things like Heaven and in Jesus and the Saints and all the Prophets?”  This baby boy Holy Child Jesus Parish nick-named “Emmanuel” showed people something good they didn’t expect to see amongst so much that is negative in the world today.  That’s what happens when God is with us.

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Anticipation

Carly Simon wrote the song “Anticipation” in 1971 in 15 minutes while playing her guitar as she waited for Cat Stevens to pick Anticipationher up so the two could go on a date.  The song became one of her biggest hits and was also used in advertisements for Heinz Ketchup for over a decade.  I remember those commercials; kids holding ketchup bottles upside-down over burgers or hot dogs and waiting for the slow moving condiment to flow.

The dictionary takes us beyond the ketchup bottle illustration.  You see, anticipation is more than just waiting.  Anticipation involves preparing for a future event, even if that preparation is simply writing a song about the waiting as in Simon’s case.  Waiting is what we do when we’re going to let something happen TO us; Anticipation is getting involved and taking part in WHAT is going to happen.  To remember that, I like to mash the two words together.  Part + anticipate = Participate. Anticipation involves preparation which is participation.

This causes me to think about how we prepare for academic tests.  We usually find out in advance when the tests are and what material will be covered.  Some students look at tests as a form of punishment and dread them.  Their only preparation is a plan to be absent on test day. Admittedly, I’ve been lax in my studies from time to time and I paid for that on test day.  I actually tried to take an on-line algebra II course and was so frustrated by the poor coordination and nonexistent tech support that I threw the books in a box and only showed up to guess on the mid-term and final.  I managed to get credit for the class. What can I say?  It was a required course.  I’m not anticipating becoming a mathematician.

On the other hand – when I learned I was going to be a father, each of the three times (apparently – I paid more attention in biology class than I did in algebra) I IMMEDIATELY began to anticipate my child’s birth.  Part of that was to provide healthcare for the child already alive in my wife’s womb.  The rest of my anticipation was preparing a place in our home for our new child, preparing myself with lots of prayer and reading “What to Expect” books and then all those awesome trips to the baby stores to buy all kinds of cool baby stuff!

The Christmas season known as “Advent” has just begun.  The word “Advent” comes from the Medieval Latin word “adventus” meaning “arrival”.  The Adventus was a ceremony in ancient Rome in which an Emperor was formally welcomed into a city, usually after a military campaign or at the beginning of a religious festival.  All the citizens anticipated this event by preparing for his advent.  As Christmas Day rapidly approaches, Santa Claus may be coming to town, but a King of Kings has already come.  All the holiday decorations and colored lights certainly brighten a dark time of year but they’re representative of the effect of a small light born into a dark world over 2000 years ago.  The Advent has already occurred and so we celebrate Christ’s birth at Christmastime, but we can live in anticipation of Jesus’ return and participate in the preparation for His Second Advent every day of our lives.

© 2015 Curt Savage Media

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Thanks for Nothing

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Once-homeless Greek restaurant owner gives FREE Thanksgiving dinners

In the 1998 movie “You’ve Got Mail”, the character Kathleen Kelly (played by Meg Ryan) says “The odd thing about this form of communication is you’re more likely to talk about nothing than something.  But I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many… somethings. So, thanks.”

1 Timothy 6:7-12 says “For we brought nothing into the world, and we can take nothing out of it.  But if we have food and clothing, we will be content with that.  Those who want to get rich fall into temptation and a trap and into many foolish and harmful desires that plunge people into ruin and destruction.  For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil.  Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs.”  Job had great wealth.  There came a point when the Devil claimed that Job only loved God because he had so richly blessed Job.  God knew Job better than the Devil did, and to demonstrate Job’s focus and faithfulness, God allowed the Devil to strip Job of everything but his very life.  When Job’s life was reduced down to its most vital essence that’s when Job was most clearly able to understand the source of his everything.

I’ve known people who chose having very little over having nearly everything.  I can understand the attractiveness of that choice.  I lived with only what could be carried in a duffle bag for several years.  I didn’t spend a lot of time thinking about all the things I didn’t have because, practically speaking, I simply didn’t have anywhere to put them if I had them.  Without being distracted by all kinds of something, I was able to focus more on what mattered most.

Growing up, there were times when we didn’t have a lot of material possessions.  Looking back, I’m aware of that being the case, but I don’t recall thinking a lot about it at the time.  Honestly, my strongest memories aren’t about things; they’re about people and experiences with those people.  My mom told me about one Thanksgiving that was especially challenging for her.  I think it was when I was about 7 years old.  She said all we had in our freezer was a roasting chicken.  My Grammy was on disability so she didn’t have a lot of extra food in her apartment.  I remember my Uncle was home visiting from the Air Force so the dining table was a little more crowded.  Somehow though, without all the perfect magazine cover ingredients, we had a wonderful and memorable Thanksgiving together.  There were little bits of all kinds of different foods; whatever each person could contribute.  But more than the meal, I remember smells, music, flavors, stories, faces, playing board games with family and friends and an apartment full of people enjoying each other’s company.

Sometimes we allow a lot of “somethings” that are really “nothing” to separate us from the most important “somethings” or “someones” in our lives.  I’ve often heard it said “you can’t get something for nothing” but I’m not sure that’s true.  In the times when I had what the world considered to be nearly nothing, I found it was then that I felt like I had everything that really mattered.

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Seeing Red

Starbucks Red CupA red cup; that’s what makes me really angry – or at least it should.   That’s what I’m being told.   Religious bloggers and talking heads are claiming no snowflakes on Starbucks cups equals an anti-religious corporate statement.  Even worse, some claim it’s an “act of war on Christmas”; an intentional attack against “us”.  The red cups are probably all the rage at the company’s stores in the Mega Khimki shopping center in Moscow, Russia and at the Beijing International Airport.

I must be a little slow on the uptake.  I didn’t get the “War on Christmas” thing right away.  I needed a little bit of coaching.  I just kind of thought “Wow!  Those cups are red.  How festive.”  I was obviously deceived and completely missed my opportunity to be offended.  I could’ve done what so many Christians have done; complain to the management while giving a fake name to the barista.  That’s right; a religious alias.  They give the name “Merry Christmas” to the barista when ordering.  This is a ploy intended to trick the barista into yelling out “Merry Christmas” when the customer’s expensive “Hater Spiced Latte” is ready.  Brilliant!  I think I may go to Starbucks and tell them my name is “Jesus Loves You”.  Nah.  I’ll just support my local community business and get my coffee from Two Rivers Artisan Coffee Works in New Castle because they already know Jesus Loves You.

Do you know what happens when you try to hurt Starbucks’ bottom line?  First – you probably don’t hurt it, or won’t for long because most people want cheap, $7 dollar a pound grocery store coffee and then surrender to convenience paying $7 dollars a cup for Starbucks coffee while out shopping.  Second – spurious attacks harm corporate philanthropy.  Harm what?  Corporate philanthropy.  Howard Schultz is a philanthropist and he has invested in our veterans.  After touring Walter Reed Hospital in Washington, DC in 2014, Schultz announced he could ‘no longer be a bystander” and donated $30 million dollars for research into PTSD and traumatic brain injuries.  He also announced Starbucks would hire 10,000 veterans and their family members by 2019.

I’ll come clean here.  I really don’t give a rip what Starbucks does with their cups.  I did rather like the naked mermaid on their cups in the 1970’s, although she may have been responsible for the corruption of my moral integrity.  It’s a good thing Howard Schultz changed the logo when he acquired the company in 1987.  If the internet existed back then, I could have been warned.  I could’ve been part of a cup awareness campaign designed to save the souls of the unsuspecting masses from naked mermaids.  I’m so naïve.  Howard Schultz has really been sneaking one by us all these years with his white cups.

Let’s not lose our heads over this.  Customers of the coffee shops in Iraq have to worry about that.  They’re REALLY at war.    Do you sincerely want to go to war over Christmas? Here’s a real battle plan; stop spending money on useless junk and instead, invest your money, your internet time and yourselves into the lives of those who are in need.  Feed the hungry.  Shelter the homeless.  Befriend the friendless.  Bring hope to the hopeless.  If you’re really worried about cups, find someone holding one out and fill it.  If they ask whose idea all this was, just tell them “Jesus Loves You” – not me with my Starbucks alias – the real Jesus; the one Christmas is all about in the first place.

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Italians at War

Italians at WarIn the North Beach-Telegraph Hill section of San Francisco, Giuseppe Di Maggio was raising nine children while earning a living as a commercial fisherman.  By 1937, three of his sons, Vince, Joe and Dom were playing center field for Major League Baseball teams.  When the United States was drawn into World War II in 1941, the three brothers enlisted in the U.S. Armed Forces to show their patriotic support as first generation American born Italians.  Their patriotism didn’t spare their father or mother from what was coming.

Benito Mussolini had been Prime Minister of Italy since 1922.  His reorganization and rebuilding of Italy through the 1920’s and 1930’s instilled an intense nationalistic pride in Italians both in Italy and abroad.  Italians in the United States, who had been treated as second class by Irish immigrants who predated and outnumbered them, embraced this new source of pride regardless of Mussolini’s violent fascism and socialist political views.  Pictures of Mussolini hung in shops in every Italian community in America.  Even President Roosevelt admired Mussolini’s national accomplishments.

When Mussolini allied his nation with Germany and Japan as one of the Axis Powers in 1941, Italy became an Enemy Nation.  On December 8, 1941, President Roosevelt issued Executive Proclamation No. 2527 designating all unnaturalized Italians in America as “Alien Enemies”.  Italians who had not obtained American Citizenship prior to this proclamation were required to obtain documentation papers from their local Postmaster no later than the end of February 1942.  No “Alien Enemies” were permitted west of Highway 1 in California.  Those who were forced to relocate referred to the night when government agents arrived as La Mala Notte – “The Bad Night”.  One 97 year old man in Pittsburg, CA was taken away on a stretcher.  Unnaturalized Giuseppe Di Maggio’s fishing business and family were devastated.  San Francisco’s three term Mayor Angelo Rossi had been organizing a massive mobilization of his city in support of America’s war efforts in the Pacific.  He was a model citizen.  But, because someone anonymously accused him of giving a fascist salute to an image of Mussolini, he was called to testify before a Federal Grand Jury and his political career was ruined.

All of this despite the fact that nationwide, Italians had torn down images of Mussolini.  “Don’t Speak the Enemy’s Language – Speak American!” signs replaced the images.  Award winning movie producer/director Frank Capra produced “Why We Fight” films to rally Americans in support of the war.  Rosie Bonavita of Peekskill, New York was dubbed “Rosie the Riveter” as she set riveting records while assembling Grumman Avenger torpedo bombers at a converted GM automobile plant in Tarrytown, NY and Ettore “Hector” Boiardi ran his Milton PA Chef Boyardee factory 24/7 to keep up with production demands to supply US troops with a variety of the foods they required.

Oct 12, 1942, Executive Proclamation No. 2527 was reversed and unnaturalized Italians were no longer to be considered “Alien Enemies”.  In the previous 10 months, over 600,000 Italians has been relocated nationwide, 1200 were detained and 400 had been kept in internment camps.  This was overshadowed by the Japanese internments so the press and history books barely remember La Mala Notte.

WWII ended in 1945. 1.5 million American Italians had fought for America against the Japanese threat in the Pacific and against their own family members who fought for the Axis Powers in Europe while loyal family members supported the war effort at home in America.  In the PBS documentary “The Italian Americans; Episode 3; Loyal Americans (1930-1945), American Journalist Pete Hamill said “The war was a dividing line.  By then, notions about Italian loyalty and all that were all over.  They could count the names on the graves and the Congressional Medal winners whose names ended in vowels and say, you know, “If they’re not Americans then who the hell is?””

Thank you to my wife, Sharon, for helping me with research for this article.  My future mother-in-law, a young Evelyn Pellegrino (in the photo above) , worked at the Timken Roller-Bearing Plant in Canton, Ohio as an inspector during World War II while all four of her brothers fought in the war.  My sincere thanks to all Veterans and let us remember on this Veterans Day all those who fought and continue to fight personal wars because of a lack of understanding right here at home.

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