Big Game

Many of us will be watching NFL games today. But some of us remember this day in history from long, long ago in a galaxy far, far away: Fans fill the stands as a horse-drawn carriage arrives at the annual UChicago-Michigan Thanksgiving Day game in 1895. Chicago founded its football team in 1892 and played its first big rivalry game against the Wolverines on Nov. 13 that year. From then until 1905, the two teams traditionally ended the season with a Thanksgiving Day matchup.

 

Big Game Day

For my Columbus Cousin: JV football at its very finest!

For my wife: Not PSU, but it was Big 10, so it’ll have to do.

 

********

 

Jay Berwanger, 1935 Heisman winner.

 

A UChicago Maroon spread from earlier this year, titled “Brains Over Brawn,” is here. After the 1939 season, UChicago quit playing big time D-1 football. But even in my day (the late 1970’s) there was stiff student resistance to the reinstatement of an inter-collegiate football program, even at a D-3 level.

 

From the Hannah Gray Collection.

 

Ah well, I guess you can’t please all of the people all of the time. Somebody famous said that. I think it was maybe either Abe Lincoln or Amos Alonzo Stagg? You make the call.

 

********

 

Happy Football and Turkey Day, y’all!

Daily Dose

Most people live in places where light pollution prevents them from seeing any but the brightest of stars at night. We are fortunate to live in a place that’s shielded from downtown Denver’s lights by a tall wall of jutting red rocks. Roxborough Park is known as a “dark sky community,” which means there are no streetlights and strict regulations limiting outside lighting. For instance, night lights must have motion sensors and down-pointing shades and be on a short timer. All of that means that the Milky Way is clearly visible in our sky, at least at the time of new moon each month. And this time of year there’s an added benefit. What’s that, I hear you ask? Well, now that you mention it….

 

********

 

Daily Dose - A Lars Leiber's eye view of the Leonid meteor shower.
Meteor over Eleven Mile Reservoir. Lars Leiber has captured over 1000 such shots over the years, but this from a few years ago is still the best.

 

The following comes from a site called “Your Daily Dose of History.”

A bit long, but well worth the read.

 

In the pre-dawn hours of November 12, 1833, the sky over North America seemed to explode with falling stars. Unlike anything anyone had ever seen before, and visible over the entire continent, an Illinois newspaper reported “the very heavens seemed ablaze.” An Alabama newspaper described “thousands of luminous bodies shooting across the firmament in every direction.” Observers in Boston estimated that there were over 72,000 “falling stars” visible per hour during the remarkable celestial storm.
The Lakota people were so amazed by the event that they reset their calendar to commemorate it. Joseph Smith, traveling with Mormon refugees, noted in his diary that it was surely a sign of the Second Coming. Abraham Lincoln, Frederick Douglas, and Harriet Tubman, among many others, described seeing it. It became known as “The Night the Stars Fell.”
So, what was this amazing occurrence?
Many of those who witnessed it interpreted it as a sign of the Biblical end times, remembering words from the gospel of St. Mark: “And the stars of heaven shall fall, and the powers that are in heaven shall be shaken.” But Yale astronomer Denison Olmsted sought a scientific explanation, and shortly afterwards he issued a call to the public—perhaps the first scientific crowd-sourced data gathering effort. At Olmsted’s request, newspapers across the country printed his call for data: “As the cause of ‘Falling Stars’ is not understood by meteorologists, it is desirable to collect all the facts attending this phenomenon, stated with as much precision as possible. The subscriber, therefore, requests to be informed of any particulars which were observed by others, respecting the time when it was first discovered, the position of the radiant point above mentioned, whether progressive or stationary, and of any other facts relative to the meteors.”
Olmsted published his conclusions the following years, the information he had received from lay observers having helped him draw new scientific conclusions in the study of meteors and meteor showers. He noted that the shower radiated from a point in the constellation Leo and speculated that it was caused by the earth passing through a cloud of space dust. The event, and the public’s fascination with it, caused a surge of interest in “citizen science” and significantly increased public scientific awareness.
Nowadays we know that every November the earth passes through the debris in the trail of a comet known as Tempel-Tuttle, causing the meteor showers we know as the Leonids. Impressive every year, every 33rd year or so they are especially spectacular, although very rarely attaining the magnificence of the 1833 event.
The Leonid meteor showers are ongoing now and are expected to peak on November 18. But don’t expect a show like the one in 1833. This year at its peak the Leonids are expected to generate 15 “shooting stars” per hour.

 

********

 

That’s today’s Daily Dose of History. More from NASA on comet Tempel-Tuttle is here.  Its last pass around the sun was in 2002, so – with a periodicity of 33 years – the next big Leonid storm will occur in November of 2035. Stay tuned for details on your late local news at 11.

Before Sunup

I know, I know. I said I was done, and I am. But old habits die hard. Besides, it’s freezing outside right now. Plus, there’s still half an hour before sunup. Oh, and for the record? I’ve been sick for most of the past month with (I think) pneumonia. At least, there was this thick yellow gunk I was coughing up from way down deep in my lungs. So, anyway, who needs a chest x-ray? Not I. Trust me.

This was then followed by the Mother-of-All-Sinus-Infections. You know, the kind where the headache extends from the crown of your skull all the way down to the roots of your incisors? This was how bad it got: I started taking some of those leftover Amoxicillin capsules that our daughter Kate brought home. It’s sold OTC in China and the instructions are all in Mandarin, so we had to Google to find out the proper dosing and schedule. Necessity is the mother of invention.

Anyway, I’m feeling much better now – thanks for asking. And the point, really, is not to gross you out, but rather that you will hopefully cut an old geezer some slack here in the early days of retirement post-dewconsulting. Speaking of which… If you were once a subscriber, I’ve discontinued that feature due to a version-incompatibility pointed out by a particularly eagle-eyed reader (Thanks, Lisa!) who told me the pictures weren’t coming through consistently on email. Hence, you’ll have already had to click a link to read this at all:  Mea Culpa. But the pictures are more than half the fun. So, I say, it’s a small price to pay.

 

********

 

White House

 

Today we’re going back to our early blog roots for a This Day in History post from history.com about the cornerstone-laying of the U.S. White House in 1792.  You can read the full story here. For those of you in the DC area, go take the official tour. Here in CO, may I suggest a trip up Mt. Falcon to see the old Walker estate, including ruins of what John Walker once envisioned as the site of a Western White House where our harried POTUS could really get away from it all. Hey, it ain’t Camp David, but that is exactly the point.

Before sunup, cornerstone of Walker's proposed Western White House.

 

OK, OK, sun’s almost up – time to hit the trail. Also time for another timely dose of Amoxicillin. Thanks a million, Kate!

Fourth Of July Weekend

We live in what FEMA calls the “wildland-urban interface” (or, WUI) of the arid Mountain West. Accordingly, we celebrate Fourth of July weekend around here by flying the flag, but not by setting off fireworks.

Fourth of July Weekend - fly the flag.

 

And lest anyone forget, below is a photo taken in our neighborhood on July 1 , 2012 – eleven years ago today – after the Waldo Canyon Fire burned down much of Mountain Shadows. A remembrance is here.

Let’s all be careful out there.

Happy 4th, y’all.

Blast From The Past II

If you’re a history buff and grew up around where I did, I highly recommend a site, here, called Ye Old Sulphur Spa Historical Society. In a recent FB post they feature a grand old house in town I remember from when I was maybe 4 years old: My dad was inside discussing taxes (I think) with Ross Koons. His wife Alice would later be my 1st grade teacher at York Springs Elementary – almost sixty years ago. A real blast from the past!

 

 

********

 

For those history buffs who may remember my maternal grandpa, Willis R. Wiley, here’s a double-barrel blast from the past, part II.

 

History and Humor - Willis Wiley.
A Blast From The Past, Part II: Willis R. Wiley on horseback.

Blast from the past - submersible.

 

For what it’s worth, Grandpa Wiley was a trickster and a joker. I inherited my twisted sense of humor from him. And just in case there was any question on the humor front, here’s a Titanic submersible sub meme he definitely would have appreciated.

 

Happy April Fools

Happy April Fools Day from the biggest fool of all. No, wait, I take it back: I run a distant second to William Henry Harrison, our 9th president. At the time of his inauguration on March 4, 1871 he was the oldest president ever to take office. A month later he was dead of pneumonia. Dang, I guess maybe he shoulda worn that coat after all?

 

Happy April Fools Day, President Harrison.
The day of the inauguration was overcast with a cold wind and a noon temperature estimated at 48 °F. The president-elect chose to not wear an overcoat, hat, or gloves for the ceremony. Harrison delivered the longest inaugural address to date, running 8,445 words: Proof positive (if anyone needed it) that being long-winded is never a good idea.

 

The rest of today’s offerings consist of everything from maternal tranquilizer darts to true taco miracles to sage marital advice from Henry VIII.  Enjoy!  And may this April 1st find you perfectly whelmed – unlike our coatless 9th POTUS: May he rest in peace.

 

Happy April Fools - tranquilizer darts.

 

Happy April Fools, taco lovers.
Yep, I’m a believer.

 

A very good question indeed.

 

This one usually gets reserved for New Years resolutions time. But what the heck: April Fools is probably as good a day as any.
My favorite: Happy April Fools, y’all!

 

 

 

A wee bit of non-matrimonial history is here.

TMI

Happy TMI Day, everybody! On this day in history 44 years ago, an accident at the nuclear reactor on Three Mile Island in Pennsylvania’s Susquehanna River (10 miles downstream from Harrisburg) led to a radiation release that made it the worst accident in the history of the U.S. nuclear power industry. A full blow-by-blow account from History.com is here. A previous post focusing on environmental health impacts of radiation exposure is here. And for those of you keeping score at home: “The reactor had come within less than an hour of a complete meltdown.”

 

TMI
Let’s all be careful out there!

 

Today’s bonus quiz concerns the name “Three Mile Island.” If TMI is located ten miles from the state capitol, then what is it three miles from? A plethora of good vibes – and perhaps even a valuable prize? – await the first person with the correct answer in the comments section.  Good luck!

I’ll post an extended comment tomorrow explaining all the gory details of the name’s origin. For what it’s worth, it isn’t as simple as you might at first think. And for those of you who can’t bear to wait, you can read it for yourself right now, right here.

Depth Of Riches

When I first posted This Day in History for this day four years ago (you can read all about the end of the line for the AMC Pacer, here) I didn’t realize what depth of riches history held for this particular date. But now? I do. And here at dewconsulting.net we’re always willing to admit our mistakes. And not only that, but to correct them as well. So, without further ado, here are just a few of the earth-shattering events from December 3rd through the years….

 

1947 – Stella!

 

A Streetcar Named Desire premiered on Broadway, starring Marlon Brando as Stanley Kowalski and Jessica Tandy as Blanche Dubois. You can read all about it, here.

 

1776 – Washington Crosses the Delaware.

 

Iconic artistic renderings aside, I really love this meme.

Depth of Riches - Washington crossing the Delaware.
Washington Crossing the Delaware… “Americans: They’ll cross an icy river, in the middle of the winter, in the dark, to kill you in your sleep. On Christmas.”

 

1992 – First SMS text message sent.

 

There may have been a time when this kind of news was not big. But trust me folks, it’s definitely earth-shattering now. Read all about it, here.

 

Neil Papworth, a 22-year-old engineer, uses a personal computer to send the text message “Merry Christmas” via the Vodafone network to the phone of a colleague.

 

1967 – First Human Heart Transplant.

 

Dr. Christiaan Barnard performs the first human heart transplant on 53-year-old Louis Washkansky, a grocer dying from chronic heart disease, at Groote Schuur Hospital in Cape Town, South Africa. Full story is here.

 

1984 – Worst Industrial Accident in History.

 

An explosion at a Union Carbide pesticide plant in Bhopal, India leads to the worst industrial accident in history. At least 2,000 people died and another 200,000 were injured when toxic gas enveloped the city.

 

All the gory details are here, just in case you thought the Exxon Valdez plus a few oily fish and birds were bad in Prince William Sound (March 24, 1989).

 

********

 

So there you have it. I challenge anyone to find another day of the year with this much important stuff happening. Go ahead, I’ll wait… And btw, let’s not forget about the demise of the AMC Pacer: Tragic stuff, that.

 

 

 

Little Brother

Happy birthday today to my Little Brother who turns 75. This gives us an excuse to consolidate age-related memes. It’s also another reason besides Thanksgiving to celebrate and over-eat. Thanks, bro.

 

Little Brother + 3
The 4 Bellies… er, 4 BROTHERS. Riiight, got it.

 

Old Guys Rule
Old Guys Rule: High Mileage Low Maintenance

Hippo Birdie

Ever the trailblazer. There. Was that so hard?

Aging Think

Little Brother, roles reversed.
Back when _I_ was the little brother, getting off the bus on my first day of first grade….

Thanks, bro!

Better Late Than Never

All right, I admit it: It’s a little late to be posting about Halloween on Nov. 2nd. But better late than never, that’s what I always say.

If you are into trivia, see the world’s easiest quiz posted here 4 years ago.

If you are into cheeky Lutheran swag, see the t-shirt ad posted below.

 

Better Late Than Never, eh Martin Luther?

 

And,  if you are wondering what happened to all our Halloween candy – sorry, dear – I gave it to the roofers replacing our shingles up top yesterday figuring they need it a whole lot more than I do. Truth to tell, in 7 years living here on this steep hill among all these senior citizens, we have had a grand total of one trick-or-treater come to our door on All Hallows Eve. Yeah, you heard me: ONE. So when I meet with my Internist next week for my six-month A1C check, she will be happy to hear that, rather than snacking slowly on all those poisonous empty calories over the first couple of weeks of November, I got rid of the lot in one fell swoop by giving it to a bunch of guys who probably are burning 6000 calories a day doing what they do. Unlike me, sedentary sloth that I am.

 

So sue me.

 

Anyway, happy Halloween a few days late. As the inimitable Martinus Luther always used to say, “By grace alone.” Also, “Better late than never.” He did say that, right? Some time around Halloween, 1517? There’s no one alive who can say he didn’t. So that’s my story and I’m sticking with it. And if “inimitable” gives you pause, well, here you go, bibliophiles:

in·im·i·ta·ble
adjective
  1. so good or unusual as to be impossible to copy; unique.

 

********

 

This Day in History, Word of the Day, and free candy for all:

What more can you ask for on Nov. 2nd?