tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19673259.post403521462321203243..comments2023-10-12T10:10:26.191-05:00Comments on Second Effort: Tagged: Eight random facts memeThe Curmudgeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14723009641287783218noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19673259.post-68968755060463122822007-07-05T19:35:00.000-05:002007-07-05T19:35:00.000-05:00Curmudgeon:In High School I pitched for Carter H.H...Curmudgeon:<BR/><BR/>In High School I pitched for Carter H.Harrison Technical High School, now a feeder school.<BR/><BR/>In college, for my Dad's Alma Mater, "The University of Illinois" in Urbana, where I had a 12 and 3 record in two years. I blew my rotator cuff out in 1964. <BR/><BR/>In 1965 I shatter my right knee playing Football for the "Fighting Illini " I played with Butkus as a teammate in 1964.<BR/><BR/>With all my injuries the US Military deemed me "Fit to serve" in 1966.<BR/><BR/>The Beach BumThe Beach Bumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16459921418291067269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19673259.post-91254530403625505812007-07-05T15:45:00.000-05:002007-07-05T15:45:00.000-05:00looking forward to the story, kid;-)looking forward to the story, kid<BR/>;-)Pattihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04418107045479403480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19673259.post-5411984866873020192007-07-05T15:35:00.000-05:002007-07-05T15:35:00.000-05:00Beach Bum -- I defer to you on the location of the...Beach Bum -- I defer to you on the location of the original Billy Goat's of course. (But lower Michigan was what they had in mind in the SNL take-off with John Belushi....) And maybe that was my problem with Royko -- I just wear my White Sox fandom on my sleeve.<BR/><BR/>This year, the sleeve is wet with tears.<BR/><BR/>And I have to ask, where did you pitch in college?<BR/><BR/>Linda -- Beach Bum has suggested one explanation. See above.<BR/><BR/>Patti, Ralph, Shelby... Thanks. Someday I'll have to tell my City News Bureau story. There's no laughs. Just a kid sticking his foot squarely in his mouth. You'll guess immediately who that kid was.The Curmudgeonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14723009641287783218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19673259.post-39596211835791017382007-07-04T16:45:00.000-05:002007-07-04T16:45:00.000-05:00I would be interested in hearing just WHY it was t...I would be interested in hearing just WHY it was that Royko called you a yuppie. He must have had his reasons, right??Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05698969349369789642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19673259.post-45242126588972446982007-07-04T13:45:00.000-05:002007-07-04T13:45:00.000-05:00A 'yuppie"? You are just as down to earth as Royko...A 'yuppie"? You are just as down to earth as Royko was, but with a touch more class! My dad was a newspaperman himself (New Philadelphia, Atlantic City, Minneapolis and New York) before turning to PR, and you have the knack to write news. Some of the best best writers were news people first. Being able to write news is a knack most can't master, but you have!Ralphhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09330927601223362873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19673259.post-71350232470613085132007-07-04T00:49:00.000-05:002007-07-04T00:49:00.000-05:00Curmudgeon -Back in the days of yore, I too wanted...Curmudgeon -<BR/><BR/>Back in the days of yore, I too wanted to be a Journalist. I was going to be the next Ring Lardner. I wrote the Sports Column for my High School Newspaper. I did a lot of name dropping and over abundance of sarcasm about our teams. My Mom save them all and now my sister has them. I also did the paste up before we sent it to the print shop.<BR/><BR/>I also met Royko at the Billy Goat on Lower Michigan Ave. He wasn’t nice to me until he learned that I was a Cubs fan. Mike is by far my favorite Journalist of all time. I still have several of his columns that I clipped for the Time and Tribune. I also have three of his books.<BR/><BR/>As far as the Billy Goat Tavern goes – the original location was on Madison across the street from the Chicago Stadium. My Dad would take me there after Blackhawk games, waiting for traffic to die down (as he put it), in the 1950’s. The “Billy Goat” was always there roaming freely throughout the Bar. He would beg for good and eat out of your hand – a big thrill for a pre-teen.<BR/><BR/>The Beach BumThe Beach Bumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16459921418291067269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19673259.post-53308888047538759392007-07-03T20:38:00.000-05:002007-07-03T20:38:00.000-05:00wow - a closet newspaperman! Be still my heart. Bu...wow - a closet newspaperman! Be still my heart. But be glad you chose a more lucrative profession.<BR/><BR/>I know all about X-acto (sp?) knives and light tables. And Scotch tape. And glue pots. <BR/>I'm familiar with what those typesetting machines used to spit out back in the 70s before computers arrived in the newsroom.<BR/>Back in the day...<BR/>You clearly love the printed word as much as Ralph and I do.Pattihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04418107045479403480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19673259.post-57383407101551163512007-07-03T11:59:00.000-05:002007-07-03T11:59:00.000-05:00you coulda been a contender.. had you only been 25...you coulda been a contender.. had you only been 25 to drive that truck ..<BR/><BR/>I do believe you like the printed word.<BR/><BR/>And we like to read your print.<BR/><BR/>(my take on a pasta machine - why go to all that trouble when you buy a perfectly good bag of all shapes and sizes of pasta at the local store for not very much money.. saves time and effort)Shelbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02757079675613448834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19673259.post-46663902107728467212007-07-03T10:38:00.000-05:002007-07-03T10:38:00.000-05:00like to write stuff curmy? ha hasmiles, beelike to write stuff curmy? ha ha<BR/><BR/>smiles, beeEmpress Bee (of the high sea)https://www.blogger.com/profile/08300140506585000934noreply@blogger.com