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Posted on: Aug 12, 2019 at 12:30 PM
Happy birthday Suzette!
Posted on: Jul 14, 2019 at 10:39 PM
At least for me this year’s Wimbledon’s loss was a hard pill (mighty hard) pill to swallow). Unless you wanted Novak Djokovic to win the match. No, when it came on the TV live, it was 6 am here in Corvallis, OR., at the Walnut Creeks Apartments I live here practically right by the railroad tracks, I didn’t watch the whole match for God’s Sakes! That would have done me in for sure. Instead I did a little of this and a little bit of that all morning. As I’m already taking in low dosage to control my blood pressure, Lisinopril, Metoprolol and Trazodone at night. Pulling for Federer to win and wondering how he was going to beat my next favorite player Djokovic. I kept telling myself let’s go Rodger, “God’s will be done.” Just trying to kept breathing slow and easy, stay distracted, calm cool and collected. Then went out shopping and ate lunch at Wendy’s. I came home and it was over. Federer Lost. How can Federer win every statistical category and loss the match at the same time ? Correct me if l’m wrong. One question, I read he was asked by a reporter was what comparisons could he make between his 2008 loss to Nadal at Wimbledon in the final to this 2019 one to Djokovic. He said, “only one, I lost both times!” Happy Christmas In July
Posted on: Jun 17, 2019 at 5:05 PM
Well now, the French Open, well now, what can I say? I’m just inquiring as to you, Jean and the family’s health. I pray it’s all good. Here in Benton/Linn county, the “Grass Seed Capitol Of The Word,” everybody’s complaining (among other things) just how bad their allergies are this year. And extolling the virtues of cannabis! The two weeks of the French Open seemed to fly by “blowing in the wind” and “The King Of Clay” is still “The King Of Clay.” I have two questions for you. What does ”rough or smooth” mean? Dah, I should know that. Going back to the old days. And question two, did the boys during gym class, really swim naked in the pool! Or did I just dream that up? I do remember social dancing that was like playing Russian Roulette on both sides going through that gym patrician door. Where boy meets girl, and girl meets boy set to record playing gym teacher music. .... The first time, I ever set foot on a tennis court, I was, I think just 13, the summer of 1957, and it was on court No. 3 a red clay tennis court at Lincoln Park. Court No. 4 too was red clay baked hard in the hot sun, bumpy and unkept. But what did it matter that we had old second hand tennis rackets and a can of old balls. I was with Paul a new kid on the block from around the corner on 22nd Ave. and Mary and Annette who lived downstairs in a two story “flat” across the alley way. I could see into their backyard from mine. I think it was Paul’s idea and then the girls jumped in on it. Literally calling me out from across the alley and asking me if I wanted to go and play tennis with them. I especially liked “Italian” girls. (Later, it would be a “Jewish” girl.)They had the rackets and the balls, so I said sure. We walked out to Lincoln Park tried hitting the balls back and forth over the net (I think Annette was on my side of the court.) but when all was said and done, it wasn’t much fun. We spend most of our time together picking up miss hit balls and walking back home together and hanging up the rackets figuratively speaking and putting the tennis balls away. We had enough of trying to play tennis. I went home and found my brother and we went out in the backyard and played our version of baseball together. (Then later on, as you would remember, those 3 and 4 courts got resurfaced and became cement courts.) ..... Its nice to have a younger brother. You can get him to do most anything to a point. The following year, me and him started going out to the park with a couple of “rug beater” rackets and some old tennis balls getting better at batting the ball back and forth across the net. I think he would have been the better player if he had been able to keep on playing but he didn’t. He got me started. My mother told me once told that she played tennis in high school. She also told me my junior year that I should quit my part time job and go out for the tennis team. Going to high school, she said she had some of her best times. (By the way, she was the only high school graduate in her family and in my father’s immediate family.) Now that’s my tennis family story. Now I know that’s not what is considered a tennis family today. And good luck to Roger at Wimbledon. “That’s his surface.” I’m pulling for him to win but not putting any money on it, my old friend. Next time, I promise next time the messages will start to get shorter.
Posted on: Jan 26, 2019 at 10:34 PM
Happy Birthday Chuck! I was talking to my younger brother Mike on the telephone back home in Kenosha over the past holidays and he was telling me he felt like he was slowing down. Now that idea is running around in my head and now I’m feeling like I’m slowing down. Ode to the power of suggestion, do you remember that poem by A.E. Housman “Ode to an Athlete Dying Young? I’m sure you know it. I remember Mr. Fisher in English Lit. reading it to the class out loud and it’s been stuck there in my 17 year old mind till this day....I don’t think Roger Federer is ready to have a fork stuck into him just yet. “Beware Of The Greeks bearing gifts.” The young man, Stefanos Tsitsipas said that he had studied Roger since he was 6yrs old. I’ve seen bits and pieces of him playing. He reminds me of me when I was young, with that beautiful one hand backhand. Just kidding. (No he doesn’t. I’m left handed and besides we all had one handed backhands back in those days.)Stefanos does though remind me a bit of the older man himself, Federer. .... Now as to retirement, I think not. Why should he retire? My oldest daughter Mary, who majored in Spanish and Art once told me to draw what you see not what you think and I still like what I see out there on the court. The man is not exactly an “easy out.” Now, if his wife wants him to retire, that’s a different story. .... Out here in the Northwest living in the state of Oregon, we have “Death with Dignity,” That means assisted suicide. (“It’s not so great.”) Now just what in the hell is Dignity? “It’s never been photographed,” lyrics from a Bob Dylan song called “Dignity” I wasn’t the best in math (that just might be the biggest understatement of all time) but the way I figure it, at the end of the AO, he will still be ranked in the top 10 per cent in the world. That means Roger is better than 90 percent of the other players out there on tour. Maybe, “It’s Not Dark Yet But It’s Getting There,” another song by Bob Dylan..... The time for retirement is getting nearer as he “bowed out in the early rounds. Will just have to wait and see. .... I’m not ready to “Bow Out” yet. Are You? I Think Not. Well old Friend, I wish you a happy birthday once again and say a pray for you, Jean and your family for another year of health and happiness! I’ll be pulling for Tsitsipas to beat Nadal. Whoops! I just saw that he lost in three straight sets, 6-2, 6-4, 6-0. Osaka , the young one, won in three tough sets over Kvitova, the old one, 7-6, 5-7, 6-4.( And I ain’t staying up to find out who wins between Nadal and Djokovic. .... P.S. FYI, last week I was up in Salem, Oregon with my son driving (“My car service”) and I said to him, “Let’s make a quick stop at “St. Vinnie’s” before we head back to Corvallis.” I told him that I was just going to run in and out and do a quick “racket check.” You know, you never know what you’re going to find, (usually nothing). However, this time, I got lucky! Laying there under a pile of-some beat-up bad stuff in the back of the store by the sporting goods section. “Holy Smokes!” There It was under a Fox Hustler Bobby Riggs (I never heard of it before) racket, like new in a neat and clean racket cover for $6.99. But even better there was the Spaulding Ashley Cooper Personal, fiber welded throat custom built model being hardly scuffed up and just slightly (and I mean slightly) warped. Also, the grip was in great shape. Just like I remembered it and the butt cover too. Not bad looking for wooden tennis rackets around 60 years old, for the taking at $4.99. That’s before the cashier took off the veterans and the “Senor” discount. (I had Senora Baylor in Spanish class my sophomore year.) The Ashley Cooper was the first real tennis racket I ever had. I bought it my senior year just before the start of tennis practice, downtown at Nielsen’s. Were you with me and did you by one too? I’m pulling for Tsitsipas to-beat Nadal. I kept Ashley Cooper under my bed that senior season. I’m sending a picture. No not of me but of the racket. The reason being is its looking in better condition than I am.
Posted on: Nov 02, 2018 at 1:52 PM
“A day late and a dollar short.” Happy Birthday to a Sunshine Dairy team mate! I wish you and your family well.
Posted on: Sep 30, 2018 at 9:57 PM
Well! Another US Open New York has come and gone. That heat and humidity can really put you out, down for the count. One thing for sure is “The Joker” is back in tip top form. I was pulling for Dominic Thiem to beat Nadal in that long 5 setter (My dad’s first name was Dominic.). I love Thiem’s one hand backhand, but it didn’t happen. He lost....On the other hand, I sure love that young Naomi Osaka and the way she plays but beyond that, her concentration during the final against Serena under the circumstances that ensued during the match. I liked the way she remained calm, cool and collected when the bullets started flying. Then coming back losing the next two game and winning the next two games to win the match! Did I get it right? Then later, at “the award ceremony, I loved her poise for someone so young. And her soft spoken words. “Jeez.” What else could she say among the boos but “I’m sorry,” holding up the winner’s trophy....
Believe it or not, back in January of 1997, I was riding on a “short bus” (you know like those small school buses) without air conditioning. There were 9 of us, 10 including the driver. The 2 Nancys (college administrators wives), 2 young women, (Karen, a bartender/yoga instructor and Anna, an artist/folk singer/yoga instructor), Chris, an eastern religions professor, Kenji, a Japanese/American student, and me and my roommate Dr. Surrender Data (a genetic professor at UWP). I asked him once how he knew so much about everything and he said “what I don’t know I just make up.” (I secretly called him “Dr.Do Data.”).... Well anyway, we all were riding on this bus with the windows open and the curtains flapping moving along a 2 lane road without much traffic heading south from Bangalore to Madurai in the southern part of India in the state of Tamil Nadu. It was getting hotter and dryer. While we were drinking out of bottles of bottled water, Chris, suggested we, because we all had traveled to other places in the world, (we had just been to the Taj Mahal a few days ago,) take turns and tell what was our most favorite place in the word we had been to. I don’t remember now what the others said. And nothing in particular came to me. Until it was my turn, second to last. Then it popped into my head standing on the Lincoln Park “Big Bridge” in Kenosha, Wisconsin, standing there in the middle of the bridge overlooking the sunken flower gardens facing south and the lagoon facing north. That was/is my most beautiful spot in the world. (Then beyond that looking at 2107-64th st. and the American Brass, where at the age of 18 I got my firsthand taste of on the job factory life.) I used to walk over that bridge coming home from playing tennis....In later years, every once and awhile, I would drive in the neighborhood and park my car by the tennis courts and take 5 or 10 minutes to walk over to the bridge. Just taking my time to breathe nice and easy while mediating on the past and contemplating on the future to come.
Then, what do you know? Believe it or not? ... My roommate going last gets up and say’s that standing on the Lincoln Park “Big Bridge “ was his favorite spot in the world too. Dr.Data said it was because he used to pick up his daughter after school at Lincoln elementary. He always got there early and parked his car by the courts too. Then went over and stood on the bridge for a moment or two before walking over to the school to meet her on the corner by the playground....
See you next year at the Laver Cup in Geneva, Switzerland. ... PS. In the play My Fair Lady, professor Henry Higgins told this to Eliza Doolittle before taking her to the Queens Ball, “You can only talk about two things, health and the weather.” So, how’s your health and how’s the weather back there in Georgia?
Posted on: Aug 29, 2018 at 11:22 PM
(Part 1) Happy Belated Birthday Suzette! Sorry, I was too busy celebrating my birthday August 12,1943 St. Catherine’s Hospital 4:10 in the pm. And my daughter Margaret’s (Maggie’s) birthday August 14,1979. 11:58 in the pm.I know Mr. Stoker up in heaven isn’t buying that for an excuse! Some years ago, Maggie and I were having lunch at Noodles. At the time, she was taking classes at GTI in the nursing program and told me the nursing director asked her if I was her father. I asked whose the nursing director? And she said Suzette (Arnoldini ) England RN. Oh, yes I know Suzette the home coming queen, class of 61’. Then I told her, she is
oh my gosh! funny, and above all a good hearted person. (Part 2) I Then I told Maggie the two fond memories I have of you, Suzette, post high school. The first, I’m thinking it was 1963. Among a bunch of others, we were taking the final exam in Botany 101 class at the UW Extension center in the big lecture hall (now Bradford). We were the last two to leave. Coming down the steps to the desk up front from one side and the other to turn in our papers. An oscillating fan was turned on, being as how it was quite stuffy in the room. When you set yours down on the pile of others, the wind blew it off the desk. As you went to pick it up, Dr Olson said, “Suzette leave it there! And laughed. But you didn’t and I put mine down on top of yours and left following you out the door. I don’t know about you but I got a D- for the class. (Part 3) About a year in a half later, I was working as a porter in the house keeping dept. of the Kenosha Hospital. One mid morning or early afternoon, I was on the 3rd or 4th floor standing in the empty elevator with cart, buckets, mops, rags and cleaning supplies holding the door open. Because, I saw down the hall a nurse in white coming my coming way pushing some poor bastard on a gurney covered up under a sheet. He had a needle in his bare arm sticking out from under the sheet with a tube up a pole with an IV bottle hanging on a hook. (Dextran?). Anyways, away this nurse came rolling towards the elevator and when she got close, I’m pretty sure she said, “Oh My Gosh!” “Ted what are you doing here.?” She then push the patient into the elevator feet first. And then said, “Whoops!” Then, she goes and pulls the gurney back out and turns it around and pushes the guy back into the elevator head first correcting her mistake. Working as a porter at the Kenosha Hospital was the start of my medical career, I tell my kids. Time sure has a funny way of changing things. Doesn’t it?
Posted on: Jul 15, 2018 at 6:48 PM
Its been 4 years living in Corvallis the the home of the OSU Beavers ( the Ducks are in Eugene but I still identify as a Wisconsin Badger fan). Corvallis is the least religious city in the state. That’s 4th least religious state in the country. It’s not that I am so religious but it is starting to feel like Larry Verne’s 1960 song ‘Mr. Custer’ “what am I doing here!” All in all though I am in pretty good health and I hope you and Jean are too.One never knows. It took me one whole day to get over Kevin Anderson beating Roger Federer and the another whole day getting over Kevin Anderson beating John Isner and now I find myself rooting for Kevin Anderson to beat Novak Djokovic in the Wimbledon men’s final.Go figure, is this the way a sane man’s mind works? Then he up in loses. Novak Djokovic is back! In general, I don’t like the way they play the game today with one exception Roger of course. However like that old song from 1958. I Don’t Like It”, but I guess things happen that way” sung by Jonny Cash. Tennis is still tennis I guess.
Posted on: Jan 31, 2018 at 9:15 AM
Least I forget (the list of players is long for both boys and the girls) Tom Petersen. You two were the best around.
Posted on: Jan 30, 2018 at 10:41 PM
I’m just walking around the front room with the televison on the TMC channel watching the movie King Kong from 1934 in black and white. While bouncing a Wilson Heavy Duty no.1 tennis ball up and down in the air with my new vintage wooden Stan Smith Autograph Wilson tennis racquet bought for $4.99 that included the press and all in near mint condition at the local GW here in Corvallis, Or. (If I was to go out on a court to play, I think if it was with a vintage racquet I would pick up the Jimmy Connor’s T-2000, when I was playing more or less for real I played with a Head Composite Edge racquet all the way up until I turned 60 and stopped. What was or is now your racquet of choice?Just, as I said bouncing the ball up and down practicing my forehand and backhand wearing my OSU Beaver Tennis t-shirt. (By the way the Beavers don’t have a tennis team. They have a tennis club team.) Here I was thinking what a perfect number 20 was to start off the Grand Slam tennis season with Roger winning his 20th Grand Slam at the Australian Open by beating the Croatian Marin Cilic in 5 sets. Was it Shakespeare who said, “all is well that ends well?” And all ended well for his fans but not so well for his detractors. We will see what happens next down the road from now. C’est la vie. “ The old folks say “you never can tell.” I think that’s an old Roy Orbison song. I think that when you live long enough you learn that life can turn on a dime. “N-est ce pas.” Isn’t it true? We both knew a Roger who used to play tennis with us. He was quite the the guy. May his soul Rest In Peace.
Posted on: Jan 22, 2018 at 11:26 PM
These birthdays are coming around faster every year.I guess that’s the way it goes. Well, I pray that you and Jean and family are in good health. I was as I often do, remembering the Sunday afternoon I came home from Vietnam. My brother, mother and father picked me up from O’hare Airport. When, we got home I spent some time with my grandma and my aunt Margaret who lived downstairs from us. Then, upstairs I went where I fall asleep on a rollaway bed facing the wall in the front room. A couple hours later my mother came up behind me and woke me up. She said, “Chuck’s on the phone. She told me Chuck’s been calling and he wants to see you as soon as you got home. I told her I didn’t wanna talk but she made me get up and take the phone. So, I found some old clothes and you came by 2107-64th St, to pick me up. We went to the Ranch where we had coffee and talked. I also remember having an olive burger! I think I told you in affect that I was lucky to be back home in one piece. That was as I remember it November 22,1966. I have two daughters Mary and Maggie, then my son Matt. When, he was 5 or 6 years old, he would follow me around the back yard helping me do the yard work cutting the grass (and I don’t mean the kind you can smoke). Well, I took to calling him “Chuck” and he asked why do you call me “Chuck?” And I said “because my best friend’s name is “Chuck.” I still call him “Chuck or Charley” all the time. He answers to both besides Matt. Is that crazy or what? Happy Birthday and I hope this is a good one for you, my tennis playing best friend. (And I hope Roger wins his 20th Grand Slam at the A O.)
Posted on: Aug 27, 2017 at 10:12 PM
I hope all is well with you and Jean. I am ready for the U.S. Open on tv. I believe I was the best man at your wedding. When you and Jean got married at St. George's church. I remember you kept asking me if I had the rings waiting in the back of the
church and I kept showing them to you or did I just dream that? My son Matt and his partner Shannon play on the Courthouse mixed doubles 9.0 tennis team out of Salem, OR. The team won the NW regional championships held in Sun River, O R. They will be in Moblle, Al, November 3, 2017 for the National Championships. I didn't think they played tennis in the great Northwest but they actually have some really good players out here. You all take care.
Posted on: Aug 12, 2017 at 1:35 PM
Happy birthday Suzette. Hope it's a good one. I didn't know yours was the same day as mine. A good day to be born, Thursday 8/12/43.
I remember George saying once that, "they say he is nothing but a tennis bum but I've never seen a bum on a tennis court."
Posted on: Apr 26, 2017 at 5:33 PM
Your dad was the best. It seemed like every kid knew George. When my son was born, March 4, 1975, Dr. Ratten came out of the delivery room at the Kenosha Hospital and said to me, "you have a son and he is left handed and he going to be a really good tennis player." And he is and he is. Last weekend Matt and the Timberhill tennis club won the Oregon state club tennis tournament for the second year in a row. There were college club teams from Oregon and Washington in the tournament. It was played in the world team tennis format. Andy looks like he I going to be a good tennis player too. I've driven by that park many times and when I see the sign, it takes me back in time and I think of many good memories. Here's to your family's health and happiness.
Posted on: Feb 05, 2017 at 1:51 PM
How about Roger winning the Australian Open last Sunday! That puts an end to wondering if he would ever win another. I'm thinking about making a comeback myself at the Timberhill tennis club myself. I wonder who you want to win the Super Bowl?