They are members of the Oconee High Band which benefits from the race. This a preview of the ghosts and goblins who’ll be coming to your door Sunday night. May you have a scarey but safe Halloween!
Archive for October, 2010
Lunie, Clay, Derek and Kirsten are Halloween cowboys at the fun place: the Emory Heartwise Risk Reduction Program party on the Emory University campus. It’s become a Halloween tradition at EHRRP to have a theme party every year. This time, each staff member took the name of a favorite cowboy. There was Butch Cassidy, Wyatt Earp, Buffalo Bill, et. al. Staffers encouraged each of us who exercise there to wear a Halloween disguise. I donned my cut out pillow case, and rode with a couple of the cowboys-girls. Notice the clock on the wall behind us..7:10 a.m. when I joined this fun farce.
Throughout the morning Bailey, Lunie and others visited some of the exercise classes to re-create make-believe battles of the old west. You have to be a little bit crazy to do this. They are! They’re always demonstrating that laughter, indeed, is the best medicine.
You’re not likely to see me in this “boo” hood Halloween night. However, I’ll probably wear the cut-out pillow case to a pre-Halloween party Friday at Emory University. Most of us who go to the Emory Heartwise Risk Reduction program are older…by far older..than the typical “Trick or Treaters”. But we have fun reliving our childhood. Up front in the Halloween celebration will be that crazy, fun- loving Nurse, Bailey Pendergrast. Bailey’s hat is left from a previous Halloween. Friday, she and the rest of the staff will be dressing in costumes with a surprise theme….a surprise to most of us. The fun starts at 6 a.m.
Abner Doubleday invented baseball in 1839. It became known as America’s favorite pass time. As San Francisco and Texas are playing the first game of this year’s World Series, baseball is no longer my favorite sport to watch in real time. There’s too much non-action. For example, most of the batters step out of the box to adjust their gloves, spit or other suff that delays the game. Pitchers also slow the action. For the past few years, I’ve speeded up the action using my TIVO recorder. I wait about an hour after the game has started to begin watching. I fast forward past all the preliminaries partially designed to give the announcers face time and list those superfluous keys to the game. The TIVO has 3 speeds faster than real time. By using the first one, you can watch and clearly understand what’s happening without the irritation of the delays. If something really grabs your attention, you can back up and watch it in real time. On the other hand, if you have limited time to watch, you can go to the second or third gear…stopping to watch in real time only when you see the score change. This works for me, but I suspect that are others who enjoy the glove adjustments, pitchers meditating between pitches…. and spitting.
This is one of the few Halloween decorations in my neighborhood and three other neighborhoods near me. I’m wondering if people are waiting till the last minute or if the sparsity of faux goblins and ghosts has anything to do with Halloween falling on Sunday this year. I was surprised to read that for Christians, Halloween is one of the most popular holidays…second only to Christmas. I’ll leave you to research the origin and myths of Halloween. Suffice it to say that some consider it an evil holiday. Back in the day, we kids growing up in East Tennessee did some pretty evil things. This was before the days of “trick or treating”. We regularly soaped people’s windows, took the pumpkins off doorsteps and smashed them on the street. One time, several of us hoisted an out-house (toilet) to the top of a utility pole and left it there. Thank God, the youngsters of today behave more like angels regardless of which day of the week we observe Halloween. Here are some that came to our door last year.
This youngster and her mother are among the participants in the “Tot Trot”. Notice that one of her shoes has come off, but she was ready to keep going without it. The “Tot Trot” was one of the events at the Run Dunwoody races this past Sunday morning. The “Tot Trots” are usually less than 50 yards.
In this picture, this would-be trotter demanded that his Dad carry him. After all, it was his parents’ idea that he run with all these strangers. Maybe he’ll eventually love to run, but on this day, he only wanted to be a Tot…not a trotter.
299 people died in the terrorists truck bombing of the Marine Corps barracks in Beirut, Lebanon. 220 of them were United States Marines. They were a part of an international peace keeping force during the civil war in Lebanon. Saturday, October 23rd, was the 27th anniversary of the 1983 outrage. So members of the Marine Corps League south of Atlanta came together to remember.
The centerpiece of the memorial was a 5K run led by a flag-bedecked motorcycle. It was the pace vehicle for the race leader. There is a full story about this event with a link on the right hand side of this window. Just click on “Don McClellan’s Photo Shows” for the full story. You’ll meet two metro Atlanta survivors of the bombing. Their memory of that day 27 years ago, “chaos…total chaos.”
This is Deidra Cumbie and her seeing-eye companion, Duke. They are among those in a 5K race Saturday in Smyrna, Georgia. The “Vision Rehabilitative Services” staged the 3.1 mile run to benefit people who are blind or visually impaired. Deidra says she and Duke run together every day for 3 or 4 miles. The organizers of the race created an unusual T-shirt.
One of the first things I remember learning in broadcast news was to pronounce proper names the way the locals pronounce them. Many of today’s broadcasters ignore that learned wisdom. “Ft. McPherson” and “McDonough”, Georgia are two prime examples. The namesake of Ft. Mac is a family who pronounced their name Mc (fer) son…not Mc (fear) son. The long-time residents of McDonough pronounce their town the way it’s spelled: Mc-Don-ough not Mc-Dun-ough. On the other hand, there are names not pronounced the way they’re spelled. When Jimmy Carter was Governor and later President, we learned that his wife pronounces her given name “Rose-uh-lyn” not “Roz-uh-lyn”. Who cares? Even if you don’t care, it’s common courtesy to learn the preferred pronounciation of people, places and things… and practice it. How do you feel when someone mispronounces your name?