The Weather

Saturday night, Maryville had its second “microburst” in two years. It wasn’t quite as bad as the “microburst” last summer that pretty much destroyed all the athletic fences on campus. It did nail some trees and a ton of branches. For the second time this summer, our neighbors woke up to see Sam’s trampoline in their yard. Here’s the funny thing. Until it happened last summer, I had never heard of a “microburst.” Of course there are always tornadoes in Missouri. If you woke up and saw damage like we have experienced the last two summers, you might hear someone say, “We must have had a small tornado,” or “we had tornadic winds.” Sometimes, it was described as damaging, straight line winds. I guess if you put two adjectives on the strong winds you come up with a “microburst.” Of course I’ve heard the overpriced meteorologist give the scientific definition of a “microburst.” It’s something about the rain coming down so hard in an isolated area that it generates damaging winds when the rain hits the ground. I wonder if scientists knew this all along and just kept it a secret from the general public. Continue reading

What Would I Have Done Without Women?

This is the 50th time I have written a blog for the Northwest Web site. I am shocked and appreciative of anyone who clicks on this site to follow my ramblings online. This topic should have been blog number one. Now, almost 11 months later, I have to face the question that someone asked me last week, “What would you do without women?”

The first thing that comes to mind is I could have avoided the embarrassment of a girlfriend in high school. I didn’t exactly have high school girls flocking to my doorstep. My phone remained silent most of my high school days. However, after the best basketball game of my high school career, on a fateful December Friday night in 1967, I found my first steady girlfriend. Her name was Lynne and I had no idea the embarrassment I would bring to myself. Continue reading

The TV and Me

I’ve been fascinated and engrossed with the television since I was old enough to develop memory. The first television to catch my fancy was my grandparents’ black and white television. With an antenna reaching to the heavens, we at times could receive one Lincoln station and maybe two Omaha stations. That’s a CBS station, an ABC station and the NBC station. The most significant athletic event I saw through a grainy screen was when the University of Nebraska’s weak men’s basketball team beat Wilt Chamberlain and the mighty Kansas Jayhawks with a half-court shot from some guy that came up to Wilt’s bellybutton.

The first hint of a cable-like service came from the inventive father of a classmate of mine, Myron Rocker, who constructed a tower that sometimes disappeared among the low-lying clouds. He then sold lines to this cable to anyone who wanted better television reception. It was a great idea. I think we subscribed to Myron’s tower idea. However, rooftop antennas improved and the high tower in a cow pasture on the outskirts of Clatonia, Neb., became obsolete and soon came down. Continue reading