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Euphorbia Revenge

Posted by nbdog in Around the house, Personal on 22-Sep-2009

One of my weekend tasks was to remove a very large Euphorbia plant from the back yard. It’s an old-timer we’d had for many years and it had kind of overwhelmed it’s space. We decided just to eradicate it totally. After a little digging and cutting the huge tuberous roots were in the recycle bag and body of the plant in the compost pile. I felt a little sting as I wiped the perspiration form my right eye and headed into the house to watch the Seahawks game. Within an hour or so I was in agony. I somehow got a bit of the euphorbia sap into my eye. A couple of hours in the emergency room provided some relief. A visit to the ophthamologist on Monday morning confirmed mild damage that would heal in a couple of weeks. I never thought of gardening as a hazardous hobby.

Sad Day

Posted by nbdog in Passings, Personal on 16-Sep-2009

Trisha and I were saddened to read the news of the death of Mary Travers of Peter, Paul and Mary. Her voice and those many classic songs always bring back memories of that tumultuous period of 1965-69 which corresponded exactly with my four years as an undergraduate at the University of Toledo.

Class of ’69 Forty Years Later

Posted by nbdog in Personal on 13-Jun-2009

Whew! Forty years ago today –on Friday the 13th no less– I waltzed out of the University of Toledo with a B.A. degree… and no more sense of what I was going to do than when I first registered. What a wondrous four years it was! I couldn’t get enough of any discipline; well, except calculus. There was botany, astronomy, logic, economics, social psychology, state and local government…, it was all fascinating. Oh and my official major, of course, Spanish and those countless hours memorizing dialogs in the language lab. I recall the delightful discovery of Baroque music as I spent many afternoons studying in the “music listening room.” Certainly, I spent way too many hours as well playing basketball, sometimes first thing in the morning and again until the gym closed at night.

It was a magical time in spite of the craziness going on in the outside world. A lot of stuff was happening out there. In 1969 alone:

Nixon sworn in as President
Neil Armstrong sets foot on the moon
Beatles gives their last performance
first ARPANET (later the Internet) link established
Jets beat the Colts in Superbowl III
most powerful tropical storm in history, Hurricane Camille
Wendy’s sells its first hamburger
Mets win the World Series
Seseame Street debuts
martial law declared in Madrid
first Led Zeppelin album released
WalMart opens for business
Chicago Eight trial begins
the first artificial heart transplant
British troops deployed in Northern Ireland
initial flight of the Boeing 747
Manson/Sharon Tate murders
Woodstock
first ATM machines installed
draft lottery reconstituted

I’ll never forget other students blocking the way during one of our ROTC drills. How weird was that; kids I sat with in class were lying on the ground and shouting at me as if I supported the war in Vietnam. Then too there were girls, in the classroom, sitting right next to me. After four years in all boys St. Francis that was a new distraction especially with mini skirts still in fashion.

Those years got me hooked on academia and I didn’t exit the education world, really, until I left the University of Michigan Library for Xerox fifteen years later. The U. of T. gave me a wonderful, broad introduction to the world. I’m forever indebted to those scores of superb teachers who seemed always prepared and endlessly patient with my after-class questions.

University of Toledo

Nutmeg Gone

Posted by nbdog in Personal on 16-Aug-2006

Nutmeg We had to say goodbye to Nutmeg today! After many months of declining health we finally contacted Dr. Treuting. I carried our sweet pup around the yard one last time and let her smell a few flowers in Trisha’s garden. Then I drove her to the vet’s van at the local shopping center and she went to sleep for the last time.

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