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  • The Letter...
  • Just a Thought
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Hidden Giftedness

Einstein

Kathryn sat in my classroom day after day looking more like a zombie than like a junior in a college preparatory high school. I’d been told that I shouldn’t take it personally, that she displayed the same apathetic demeanor in all her classes. She wasn’t a problem at all. She was never rude or disrespectful, just totally unmotivated academically. When I would specifically call on her, she did her best to respond politely, but her effort was minimal, at best.  Then one day, I experienced an “A-ha! moment.”

Some time around the Spring of 1998, I accepted an invitation from my sister Cathy to attend a math workshop at Aragon High School in San Mateo. Cathy had suggested that I might find the presentation enlightening, specifically in terms of my responsibility of parenting three young boys and my ability to help them with their math homework. The speaker challenged the audience with a math problem based on a personal experience:

She was on a strict diet, but she was pressed for time between meetings, so she stopped at a local deli and ordered one-third of a pound of sliced turkey breast. Despite her impacted schedule, she was determined to stick to her diet. The man behind the counter gave her the turkey in three equal slices. When she got to her car, she ripped open the package to devour her meal, but quickly remembered that her diet only allowed her to eat one-fourth of a pound of turkey breast, rather than the one-third she had purchased. She quickly needed to calculate how much of the contents of her package she could eat without exceeding the limits of her diet.

The next day at school, I presented the same math problem to my students, asking them to indicate with a hand gesture when they were finished their calculations and had an answer. In my class were several students who were members of the National Honor Society and/or the California Scholarship Federation -- students who were taking advanced levels of math. Much to my surprise, Kathryn was the first student to indicate that she had an answer -- a good two to three minutes before any other student in the class.

Once a handful of students had indicated that they had calculated the answer, I began calling on them one-by-one, beginning with the more academically-gifted students. Most of them had the correct answer, and, when asked, explained the circuitous methods by which they had arrived at their responses. Then I turned to Kathryn and acknowledged that she was the first student to indicate her readiness to respond to the question.  I asked her if, indeed, she had arrived at the correct response.  She had -- and she had done so without using pencil or paper.  I asked her to explain how she got the correct answer without written calculation.  She responded, “Can I show you on the board?”

Kathryn drew three circles on the board and said, “You said that she got one-third of a pound of meat in three equal slices.”  She then drew two more rows of three circles below the first row.  “If three slices is one-third of a pound, then nine slices is one pound.”  Then, after drawing a large “plus” sign through the nine circles dividing them into four equal quadrants, she counted the segments in just one quadrant.  “So one-quarter pound would be two and one-quarter slices of turkey breast.”

I was stunned.  This young lady, who exuded academic apathy day after day, was bright. She had visualized the correct response! There was something deep down inside her that had not been tapped by the educational environment in which she found herself.  Fortunately, that soon changed. She enrolled in a special program through the Central County Occupational Center in San José and was trained to network computers, something she enjoyed immensely.  She graduated from the CCOC program with honors and has enjoyed a lucrative career in the IT Departments of two local universities -- Stanford and Santa Clara.

Kathryn was definitely like a fish who was being forced to climb a tree -- trying desperately just to survive. Only when she had the opportunity to dive into the waters of her passion did she realize her giftedness and begin to thrive.

 

Saturday, May 26, 2012 | Permalink

The Magic of Classical Music

Classical Piano

I'm not at all surprised, but I'm still absolutely amazed at the power and magic of classical music. Apparently, the research is clear that rather than serving as an obstruction to instruction, as so much of today's popular music seems to do, classical music actually enhances the learning experience for students. This seemed to be true in my classroom today.

For the past couple of days, we've been in final exam prep mode in my classes. Students have been reviewing notes from the semester in anticipation of seeing the material on the final exam. As they were working, I played music from Pandora Radio. The channel selection yesterday was the Jack Johnson station -- an assortment of laid-back, relaxing, not-too-distracting songs from various artists. I enjoyed it immensely, but it seemed that about halfway through the class period, the students found it difficult to stay on-task. So I switched it up today and selected a Classical Piano Solos station.  What a difference!

Bach, Chopin, Mozart, Beethoven, and Sibelius -- the music was peaceful and pleasant. From the beginning of the period to the end, most of my students were on-task.  While I do allow quiet conversation during these prep periods, the noise level today was significantly lower than it was yesterday. And while I had several requests to change to a different genre of music yesterday, I received no such requests today.  Amazing!

As I mentioned, I'm not surprised by this, but I am tremendously grateful for the enhanced learning environment classical music offers. As I think back on the day, I can also recognize that I was more productive in my own work, as well.

Thursday, May 24, 2012 | Permalink

The Letter...

G

Most people say that they have a favorite number -- mine is 24 -- but I don't know that I've ever heard of anyone talking about having a favorite letter. I've never really thought about it before, but if I had to choose a favorite letter of the alphabet, I think it would be the letter "G."

No letter is perfect. What I mean by that is that just about every letter in the alphabet can be associated with something less-than-positive. The letter "G" is no exception. We live in a world characterized by greed. We are occasionally subjected to news reports of events which can only be described as gruesome or grotesque. Some people go through life with a very guarded approach to everyone and everything. And certainly no one wants to be labeled a geek. I will admit, however, that every now and then I can get a little grumpy. Despite these less-than-desirable terms, I'm comfortable with my choice of the letter "G."

Although it can be an ongoing challenge, I try to be genuine and gracious as I live my life day-to-day. I also try to be gentle in my dealings with people. While I doubt anyone would describe me as graceful, they might consider me to be good-natured. My astrological sign is Gemini and I love the game of golf. One of my favorite sandwiches is grilled cheese and my favorite baseball team is the Giants. And with my son Tom getting married in less than a month, it might not be long before I experience the word Grandpa in a very different way.

Not surprisingly, though, my favorite word beginning with the letter "G" is gratitude. For the past five years or so, I have made an effort to live my life with an attitude of gratitude -- to be consciously aware of the people, events, aptitudes, experiences, and opportunities with which I have been so richly blessed. Focusing on gratitude has been life-changing. The motivational speaker Wayne Dyer once said, "When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change."  He's absolutely right! It's amazing how negatives can become positives simply by virtue of how we look at them.

It truly seems that developing an attitude of gratitude unleashes a power in us which enables us to recognize and appreciate many more blessings in our lives.

In my elementary and high school years, math was never my gift, but I'm grateful to have mastered what author Eric Hoffer identified as the most challenging math of all:

"The hardest arithmetic to master is that
which enables us to count our blessings."

Wednesday, May 23, 2012 | Permalink

Just a Thought

Job Needed

With my summer vacation just around the corner, I'm thinking about looking for a summer job to provide a little extra discretionary income. I don't want to teach summer school, because I need a break from the classroom. So I thought it might be good to create an informative posting to let people know I'm available and serious about finding a job -- the right job.  Here it is:

Experienced teacher seeks non-teaching job for Summer 2012

Education: St. Gabriel Elementary School -- St. Ignatius College Prep -- Santa Clara University (B.A.-English/Writing) -- University of San Francisco (M.A.-School Administration).

Teaching Experience: St. Augustine's, Nassau (1 yr) -- Bellarmine College Prep, San José (3 yrs) -- St. Christopher, San José (4 yrs) -- St. Lawrence, Santa Clara (28 yrs).  Total teaching years: 36.

Other Experience:  Uh,......

Other Qualifications:  Uh,......

Preferred Work Schedule: Begin no earlier than 10:00 a.m. and finish no later than 2:00 p.m. Monday thru Friday. One paid day off per week for golf would be nice, too.

Type of Work Sought: Would prefer responsibilities which require minimal thought and effort. 

Desired salary range: $18-$20/hour; lunch provided would be nice.

Preferred Work Environment: Outdoors - primarily in the sun, but within close proximity to shade and Starbucks.

References available upon request.

If you have any leads for me, please let me know. 

Friday, May 18, 2012 | Permalink

Remembering.... with Gratitude

Joes

The memories were vivid as my mother and I pulled into the parking lot at Westlake Joe's this evening. I can't even begin to count how many family dinners we enjoyed there in my younger years. It was one of our favorite places to eat as a family, despite the popularity, and thus the inevitable delay in getting seated. There was no waiting tonight -- a table for two in the Cascade Room.

My parents were married on May 7, 1949. So tonight, my Mom and I went out to celebrate what would have been their 63rd anniversary. I'm sure that through the years of their marriage, they must have enjoyed at least a few anniversary dinners at Westlake Joe's. It just seemed like an appropriate venue for our dinner tonight.

Except for the prices, which have clearly kept pace with the times, the menu appeared unchanged. All the menu items I recall from my childhood were right where I remember them. As we drove to Westlake from my Mom's home, I was pretty certain that I'd order veal scallopini with ravioli tonight, but once the menu was in front of me, I decided to try something I don't recall ordering in the past -- Steak a la Bruno, with ravioli, of course. I was not disappointed. I'd read some comments on Facebook recently that Westlake Joe's "isn't what it used to be," but my experience tonight told me otherwise. The food, the service, and the environment were just as I remember them. The only things that were unfamiliar to me were the higher prices and the ATM machine outside the men's rest room. (I don't think ATMs existed the last time I ate at Joe's!)

Dinner with my Mom is always special, but tonight was even more so than usual. Maybe it was the venue, or perhaps it was the occasion. Whatever it was, tonight is an evening I'll always cherish. It was so nice to have some one-on-one time with her, and to have time to enjoy a relaxed, uninterrupted conversation.

Tonight is definitely a night worth remembering.... with gratitude.

Monday, May 07, 2012 | Permalink

A Fine Foursome

Dream Foursome

It was a birthday gift to me in 1992, a little more than ten weeks after Brendan's birth. The navy blue t-shirt was embroidered with the words Dad's Team - Tommy, Steve, Brendan. Well, in the years since then, we've been a team in many things, but never on the golf course. I've played with Tom and Steve, and Brendan has played with Tom and Steve, but the four of us had not played as a foursome until this past Friday when we got together for the St. Lawrence Golf Tournament.

Now I'll be honest. None of us are accomplished golfers. Before the boys were born, I had gained a fair amount of proficiency, as I was playing three days a week back then. But as the boys grew up, I chose to spend my time (and money) with them, rather than on the golf course. I will never regret that decision. My golf game isn't what it might be today, but my relationship with my boys is much better than it would have been had my priorities been different.

Teeing off on Friday afternoon was an absolute joy, as we sprayed golf balls in virtually every direction. Little by little, as the afternoon progressed, so did our level of competence. Despite the fact that we all had some embarrassing moments, each one of us also enjoyed a few impressive (if not surprising) shots -- enough to give us the "bug" to get back out as a foursome again.

In the coming months, we have a free round of golf for four at Deep Cliff Golf Course in Cupertino, courtesy of the Stevens Creek Fire raffle, and another free round at Los Lagos Golf Course in San José, which we "won" at the St. Lawrence tournament on Friday. I'm hoping that these rounds, and possibly a few more, will adequately prepare us for a respectable showing at the most important golf tournament of the year -- the Healy Family Golf Tournament in Walnut Creek in July.

Dad's Team? Oh yeah!!! I couldn't ask for a better one.

Sunday, May 06, 2012 | Permalink

50 Years Ago Today

1st Communion 1962

It was Sunday, April 29, 1962. I was a second-grade student at St. Gabriel School in San Francisco. For many of us, this was the absolute highlight of being a second-grader in a catholic elementary school -- our First Communion Day.

To put this date in perspective, it's important to realize that the Second Vatican Council began in October 1962. My First Communion liturgy was celebrated in Latin. I received the Eucharist for the first time by kneeling down and sticking out my tongue so that Monsignor Bedford could place the host on it, as lay people were not allowed to touch the Body of Christ with our hands at that time. Little did I know that the liturgical practices of the Church would change drastically before I would graduate from St. Gabriel School six years later.

Fifty years! I don't think it matters how one looks at it, nor how quickly the time may seem to have passed, fifty years is a long time. I cannot even begin to estimate how many times I've received Holy Communion in my lifetime. What I do know is that my understanding of the Eucharist has changed through the years.

Despite Pope Pius X's 1910 declaration that seven-year-old children have reached "the age of discretion," and should therefore be allowed to receive Holy Communion, I honestly don't think I fully understood the significance of the Eucharist at that age, though I do recall having a pretty good understanding of the sacredness of the action.

Unfortunately, through the years, I will readily admit to taking the Eucharist very much for granted. I'm well aware that there were many times, even in my adult years, when I was more concerned about seeing who was in church, or thinking about what I would be doing after Mass, than I was in receiving the Eucharist with the reverence and awe it deserves. In fact, it wasn't until I was invited to serve as a Eucharistic Minister in our parish that I gave much thought to the post-Vatican II words which accompany reception of the Eucharist: "The Body of Christ!"  "Amen."

As a Eucharistic Minister, I began thinking about how vague, perhaps intentionally, the first part of that verbal exchange really is.  "The Body of Christ!" (The exclamation point is my addition.)  Notice that the priest or Eucharistic minister doesn't say, "This is the Body of Christ." One might assume that those words are understood. But by not including those two words in the official Rite of Communion, we can understand the phrase in two other ways, as well.

In addition to "This is the Body of Christ," we can also understand the words to mean "You are the Body of Christ." This is the invitation and challenge of the Gospel for every baptized person -- to be Christ's presence in the world today. It is often said, "You are what you eat." When we consume the Eucharist, therefore, we are called to become what it is -- the Body of Christ -- in our world.

The third possible way to understand the brief phrase is "We are the Body of Christ." The Mass is a form of communal worship. As a member of the community, I am intimately connected to every other person in that church, and in the universal Church. Whenever I distribute the Eucharist at Mass, the thought that "we are" the Body of Christ is very present in my consciousness -- male, female, young, old, Caucasian, Asian, Indian, Hispanic, African-American, Pacific Islander, physically disabled,... -- we are all part of one community, and that community is the Body of Christ.

I'm grateful for the wonderful memory of my First Communion. I'm also grateful for the opportunity to receive the Eucharist each Sunday, and many weekdays, in the past fifty years. There were times and places in the history of our Church where such an opportunity did not exist.

I'm also thankful for the changes which have been implemented in the Church in my lifetime.... two in particular. Today, I could do exactly what Jesus told his disciples to do, "Take and eat." The days of sticking out one's tongue to receive the Eucharist are long gone. And today, I can receive the Eucharist twice in one day. Due to a school event this morning, I attended the 10:00 a.m. Mass at St. Lawrence. Tonight, as we do each Sunday evening, Kathy and I will attend the 6:00 p.m. Mass at St. Lawrence. On this anniversary of my First Communion, I'm grateful for the opportunity to receive the Eucharist more than once in one day, something which was prohibited in 1962!

Sunday, April 29, 2012 | Permalink

Yes, it's Late-April, but...

Doing Good

You might be thinking, "Whoa, Dude.... it's April!" Yes, it is. But as I was scrolling through Google looking for an appropriate image for my school blog site this evening, I happened to see the image above and it gave me an idea for my gratitude blog. 

The phrase 'Tis the Season is most often associated with the Christmas holidays. I'm not sure why, though. Certainly Christmas is not the only season of the year. Spring, Summer, and Autumn are seasons, too. We also have baseball, basketball, football, and hockey seasons, not to mention hunting season, about which I know virtually nothing. So why, when we hear this particular phrase, do we assume it refers to Christmas time?

When I saw this image on Google tonight, the thought that crossed my mind is that it's always the season for doing something nice for someone. Whether it's December or April, 'tis the season for doing good in the world.

Most of us have countless opportunities to help others every day. It might be something as simple as holding a door open for someone or picking up something someone dropped on the floor. It might be making a phone call to someone who would appreciate hearing from us, or visiting someone who is homebound. Most of us probably have many reasons for writing a thank you note or just sending a no-particular-reason card to a friend or family member.

Even in the workplace, opportunities to do nice things for others are plentiful. One thing I like to do is to refill the paper supply trays of the photocopy machine after I've made the copies I need for my classes. I doubt that anyone even notices this simple gesture, but that doesn't matter. I still feel good when I do it, because I know it makes life just a little easier for my colleagues. And I know that I appreciate it when I find an adequate supply of paper when I go in to make my copies.

William Arthur Ward, one of America's most quoted writers of inspirational thoughts, wrote: "Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it."

Yes, 'tis the season... to express our gratitude for all the ways we've been blessed... by doing nice things for others.

Thursday, April 26, 2012 | Permalink

Remembering the Bahamas

Rain Storm

For several years, after returning to the U.S. from a year of teaching at St. Augustine's College in Nassau, Bahamas, I had vivid recollections of my experiences there. I'd remember the people, the places, the views, the flavors, and the feeling of the Bahamas. I still treasure those memories, but now, thirty-seven years later, I don't think about it much. Still, now and then, something triggers a memory -- like today.

As I write this blog entry, I'm sitting at my desk in my home office with the window wide open. It's 6:30 p.m. and a steady rain is falling outside. A relatively warm breeze is blowing in through the window and the only sound I hear is that of the rain outside. Definitely, for me, a Bahamian memory.

Growing up in San Francisco, rarely, if ever, would anyone have a window open when it was raining. In The City, if it was raining, it was cold. But in Nassau, I got quite accustomed to rain on warm, or even hot afternoons and evenings. I recall many occasions when I would be sitting at my desk at St. Augustine's with my door and window open enjoying a comfortable breeze while rain poured down outside -- much like I'm experiencing this very moment. It's a pleasant memory for me.

I'm grateful for evenings like this, and for the memories they trigger. Recalling that particular memory also helps me to remember the people, the places, and the feelings of that once-in-a-lifetime experience of teaching in Nassau. It was only one brief year out of the almost 58 I've lived, but it was a year that changed my life.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012 | Permalink

Back to Normal

Back To Normal

My week-long Spring Break trip to Nagasaki was wonderful. Our two-night exile from our home due to an invasion of honey bees was a bit stressful. Now I think I can safely say that things are returning to normal. This is a good thing.

I like routine. I function best when I'm on a schedule and I know what to expect day to day. It's not that I don't like spontaneity -- there is a time for that, too. But for me, having a predictable schedule keeps me in balance. So now that we're back home, and I'm back to work, things just seem right. My life is back in balance.

I'm up-to-date with my school work. I'm eating well and sleeping more peacefully at night. Feeling more rested now, I have both the time and energy to enjoy reading and writing again. And I'm catching-up with correspondence with family and friends. Yes,.... balance.

I'm grateful to have a relatively well-balanced life. The hectic, often unpredictable days of raising three boys are over. I have more time to myself now. I have more time to enjoy with Kathy, too. And while I still get to see our boys on a regular basis, they are quite independent now, so our time together is most often relaxed and very enjoyable.

Balance in life was identified by Renaissance writers as one of the keys to happiness. I have to agree!

Monday, April 23, 2012 | Permalink

It's Nice to "Bee" Home!

Honey Bee

One honey bee looks so innocent... so harmless. That's how it all started on Thursday morning when Brendan noticed one flying around in our guest bathroom. Later that afternoon, a friend visiting Kathy informed her that three bees were flying around in the shower area of our guest bathroom. I got the phone call at work at 4:00 informing me that a swarm of bees had made their home in the air vents of our condominium building.

When I arrived home, I looked up above our garage door to see countless bees gathered around the two small openings of the air vents from our bathrooms and laundry room. Even more bees were flying around, waiting for the opportunity, I suppose, to land and enter the nest area.

When I went inside our home, I was greeted by approximately twenty-five to thirty honey bees flying around in my office, our master bedroom, Brendan's room, the guest bathroom, and the hallway. One by one, I let them know that I didn't appreciate their unexpected and uninvited visit. But as I disposed of the bees, more seemed to be finding their way into our home.

After a visit by a pest control service, Kathy and I decided that we'd sleep better that night if we stayed anywhere other than at home. Brendan had already made that decision for himself and had taken off to stay with Tom and Steve. Kathy and I were fortunate to get a room at the Moorpark Hotel, just around the corner from our home.

Now it's Saturday night. After a two-night absence, we're back home... for now. It was an unusually warm April day today, so this evening all the windows are open. There's a nice, comfortable breeze keeping us cool, and so far, no bees.

I know honey bees serve a vaulable purpose in the web of life. I can appreciate their contribution to the environment. But when bees get too close -- especially in the numbers we experienced on Thursday afternoon -- or enter my home, my appreciation is transformed into fear and apprehension. I really don't want to be that close to nature. I'm a city boy, remember?

I'm grateful to be home tonight -- and I'm hopeful that the rest of the weekend is comfortable, relaxing, and bee-free.

Saturday, April 21, 2012 | Permalink

Jet Lag

Jetlag

I've made the round-trip journey from San Francisco to Japan thirteen times in the past fifteen years. Not until this week did I really experience what one might call "jet lag."  (The one exception to this was in 2005, when one of the SLA students got sick in Nagasaki and I made the round-trip journey -- Nagasaki to San Francisco and back -- to bring her home with only a 3-hour layover at SFO before heading back to Japan! Ugh!) My trip to Nagasaki last week, however, has left me feeling exhausted, and a bit disoriented.

Most of my previous trips to Japan followed a predictable pattern. After the long trans-Pacific flight from San Francisco to Nagasaki, I would be tired, but I'd arrive at my destination in the late evening -- just in time to enjoy a peaceful night's sleep.  The next day, I would be fully-functional and alert, often waking up that next morning without relying on my alarm clock. My return flight was always a bit more of a challenge, as I'd arrive in San Francisco in the morning after the 20-hour trek from Nagasaki. I would be tired, but I'd stay up until 7 or 8 p.m.  Then I'd enjoy some much-needed sleep. The next day, I would be fairly well-rested and ready to take on the challenges of the day.  This year has been a different experience.  I'd have to agree with the image above, which indicates that traveling to Japan requires less of an adjustment than the trip from Japan to the U.S.

The Collins English Dictionary defines jet lag as "a general feeling of fatigue and disorientation often experienced by travelers by jet aircraft who cross several time zones in relatively few hours."  That pretty much describes what I've been experiencing these past two days, and I don't like it -- the fatigue nor the disorientation.

I went to bed at 9:15 last night, fully expecting to enjoy a much-needed night of sleep. I woke up without my alarm clock, but it was only 2:15 a.m.  Despite my best efforts, I just couldn't get back to sleep. Not surprisingly, I had a tough day at school today.

So I'll try again tonight.  I'm aiming for a 7:30 p.m. bedtime.  Hopefully a good ten hours of sleep will give me sufficient energy to get through what promises to be a very busy day tomorrow.

I am incredibly grateful to have had the opportunity to visit Nagasaki again this year. I'm not going to let a little jet lag detract from that memorable experience.

Monday, April 16, 2012 | Permalink

また近いうちにお会いましょう

Sayonara

Goodbyes are a part of life.  Sometimes we part ways with someone knowing that we will see each other again soon, or at some point in the future.  At other times we know, without any doubt, that our goodbye is quite final.  Those can be the most difficult times.

After being warmly welcomed by many friends in Nagasaki this week, the past two days have been filled with “goodbye’s.”  Unlike some of my previous visits to Nagasaki, however, I am confident that the “goodbye’s” I’ve offered this week are by no means final.  Japan used to seem so far away.  Over time, I’ve come to understand that the modes of transportation available to us today have shrunk the world considerably. Opportunities for communication, too, allow us to keep in touch with friends overseas with relative ease.

So instead of saying “goodbye” to my Nagasaki friends, I prefer to say “また近いうちにお会いましょう” -- which translates to “I hope to see you again.”  I would like to return to Nagasaki two years from now to see what will then be the newly-constructed Junshin High School building.  The next twenty-four months will be a challenge for the students and teachers at Junshin, as they endure the noise and inconvenience of the major construction project on their campus.  As with the relatively new junior high building, once the new high school building is finished, it will be a state-of-the-art facility -- one which will be much more earthquake resistent.  I’m looking forward to seeing it.

So for now, I will say “Sayonara,” but I am confident that the more appropriate words of departure this time are “また近いうちにお会いましょう.”

Saturday, April 14, 2012 | Permalink

Savoring the Moment

Nagasaki Harbor

When Kathy and I left Nagasaki after our one-week visit in April 2007, I wasn't sure if I would ever have the opportunity to return to this city.  I was no longer the coordinator of our Sister School Homestay Program, and I doubted that I'd have any excuse to return to Japan.  Fortunately, I was wrong.

This week's visit to Nagasaki has been memorable in many ways.  I have had the privilege of getting together with many friends who I have not seen in several years -- some are former students at Junshin High School, while others are teachers or parents of former students.  Seeing these friends, and enjoying lunches and dinners with them, has been a very positive experience.  I am grateful that through Facebook and e-mail, I have been able to keep in touch with so many Nagasaki residents through the years.

I have also enjoyed several unexpected encounters with former Junshin students who just happened to see me and recognized me on the street, in a restaurant, on a streetcar, at Starbucks, or in one of the shopping malls.  I'm grateful for their willingness to reintroduce themselves to me, even though, for many of them, speaking English is very challenging.

Another thing I've enjoyed about this visit to Nagasaki is the freedom of being here alone.  In all my previous visits (except in 2007, when I was here with Kathy and we stayed in a hotel), I stayed in the homes of Junshin families.  While I always enjoyed those experiences, and am immensely grateful for the gracious hospitality offered by my host families, I did not have the freedom to come and go as I pleased -- nor did I have the confidence to do so in my first few visits to Nagasaki.  This week, I have had the opportunity to explore, walk, read, eat, sleep, and write without having to worry about the impact of my activities on others.  It's been nice.

Today is my last full day in Nagasaki, so I'm savoring the moment.  I will return home via Tokyo tomorrow.  I will be forever grateful to all those who have made this trip such a pleasant one.  I'm hopeful that my visit to Junshin Junior & Senior High School this past Wednesday to speak with the 2nd and 3rd year junior high students will result in a significant increase in the number of Junshin students who participate in our homestay program in the next few years.  I'm looking forward to welcoming them when they visit our school in Santa Clara.

As I prepare for my departure, I do so with much gratitude, and with the confidence that I will return to Nagasaki again in the future.

Thursday, April 12, 2012 | Permalink

Nagasaki!

Japan

It’s been five years since my last visit to Japan.  In April 2007, Kathy and I enjoyed a brief, yet delightful Spring Break in Nagasaki.  We stayed at the Hotel Monterey Nagasaki, thanks to the gracious hospitality of a number of teachers at Junshin Junior & Senior High School -- the sister school of St. Lawrence Academy.  I was able to share the beauty,  history, culture, and cuisine of Nagasaki with Kathy as I had done with Tom in 1999, Steve in 2001, and Brendan in 2005.  Kathy also had the opportunity to meet many of the people I’ve come to know and love in this city through the years.  In all, before today, I’ve been to Nagasaki ten times, most often with groups of students from St. Lawrence.  Every visit has been memorable in its own way.  I’m confident this one will be, too.

Like my last visit, this trip will be relatively brief -- one short week.  I’m looking forward to sharing meals with friends, reacquainting myself with the terrain, and visiting the students and faculty at Junshin.  I’m also grateful for the opportunity to celebrate Easter Sunday Mass at Urakami Cathedral, near downtown Nagasaki.  The original cathedral was destroyed by the atomic bomb on August 9, 1945.  The current structure is an impressive monument to the faith and resilience of the Japanese people. Although Japan is not considered to be a predominantly Christian country, Catholicism is a strong, visible presence in Nagasaki.

Monday is the first day of the 2012-2013 academic year at Junshin.  It will begin with a traditional Opening Ceremony.  I’m grateful for the invitation by Sister Yoko Sato, principal at Jushin, to attend the ceremony.  The primary purpose for this trip, however, is for me to visit the second- and third-year junior high English classes at Junshin to encourage the students’ participation in our “homestay” program.  In March each year, students from Junshin visit St. Lawrence Academy.  Then, in October, students from St. Lawrence travel to Nagasaki to visit Junshin.  The exchange program has existed for about twenty years.  In recent years, the number of students visiting St. Lawrence has declined, from an average of 20-25 per year, to only five last month.  I’m hoping to motivate more Junshin students to consider participating in the homestay experience in the coming years.

I’m incredibly grateful for the opportunity to visit Nagasaki again.  I’ve said many times that I consider this city to be “my other home.”  There’s something about this place, and the people who live here, that gives me a very real sense of belonging and connectedness.  I’m very happy -- and grateful -- to be back.

Friday, April 06, 2012 | Permalink

One Man's Trash...

SC City CleanUp

I love the City of Santa Clara. I had the pleasure of living there for seven years (1979-1986). The city sponsors a very useful "just put it out on the curb and we'll pick it up" trash removal service in March each year. For a few weeks, the streets of the city are literally trashed with tree clippings, old toilets, worn-out furniture, broken toys, rusted tools, and just about anything else one might find in an overcrowded garage, attic, or back yard. But once the items have been placed on the curb, the local scavenger hunt begins.

It is a true cultural phenomenon -- fathers and sons, husbands and wives, or just about anyone with a pickup truck, SUV, or little red wagon systematically make their way through the neighborhoods looking through people's trash for items they want for themselves. 

The trash-picking process is actually not a bad thing, as it lightens the load on the city cleanup workers. In most cases, what's left behind really is trash and nothing more. Anything that can be reused, repaired, or resold is scooped up by the local scavengers in the days before the city trucks arrive to remove what's left.

One unfortunate thing about Santa Clara's clean-up is the timing. Each year, in the last two weeks of March, a group of students and teachers from Nagasaki, Japan arrive for a two-week homestay visit at St. Lawrence Academy. As their host families drive them through the streets of Santa Clara to and from school each day, our Japanese visitors must be mystified by the unsightly mess in front of all the homes. I do hope their host families inform them of the reason for such an eyesore.

When I lived in Santa Clara, I was always grateful for the opportunity to do a little Spring cleaning and conveniently dispose of my trash on the curb in front of my home. I used to enjoy watching the scavengers picking through the stuff looking for anything they might find useful. It just goes to show that one man's trash truly is another man's treasure!

Tuesday, April 03, 2012 | Permalink

All Grown Up!

Saori

My first visit to Nagasaki, Japan was in November 1998. A few weeks before departing for the Land of the Rising Sun, I learned that my host student would be Saori Komoda, a first-year high school student at Junshin High School, who had visited St. Lawrence Academy with a group of her classmates the previous March. I was a bit concerned when I heard that my host family's home was "in the country," approximately 45-minutes by bus from the high school. When the St. Lawrence principal, Ron Modeste, heard this news, he assured me that he would arrange for me to stay somewhere closer to school -- someplace more convenient. I told him that I was okay with the arrangement as it was, so nothing changed, and for this, I will be forever grateful.

That first trip to Japan was a life-changing experience. I had not expected it to be. In fact, when I was first asked if I'd like to go to Japan, I declined. My wife, Kathy, is the one who encouraged me to give it a try. Little did she (or I) know that I would travel to Japan ten more times in the next nine years, or that we would host more than twenty visitors from Japan in our home over the next dozen years or so!

My first visit to Nagasaki was special for many reasons, but none, perhaps, more so than Saori's hospitality. Saori was my lifeline. I was totally dependent upon her for just about everything. I was unfamiliar with the language, cuisine, and culture of Japan. She taught me how to travel by bus from her small home town of Sotome to the high school near downtown Nagasaki. She introduced me to the customs of her school and her country. She introduced me to many students and teachers who, through the years, I would get to know quite well. She took me to her church for Sunday Mass, introduced me to her grandfather, and arranged for me to visit classes at the local public elementary school in Sotome. By the end of my brief visit, I had learned to rely on Saori for my very survival in Nagasaki. And when it came time to return to the U.S., I found it very difficult to say goodbye.

Fortunately, we've kept in touch for more than fourteen years. I've had the opportunity to visit with Saori several times in Nagasaki and twice when she and her friends have visited us here. Now she is married and the mother of a beautiful little girl. She and her family live in Hirado, a community not too far from Nagasaki, where she works as a nurse.

I will be forever grateful to Saori for all she did to welcome me into her home, her school, and her country. Because of her, I had the strong desire to return to Nagasaki, to become a part of the Junshin-St. Lawrence Homestay Program, and to bring Tom (1999), Steve (2001), Brendan (2005), and Kathy (2007), to Nagasaki so that they, too, could experience the wonderful hospitality and culture of Japan.

Monday, March 26, 2012 | Permalink

Workin'

Baseball_Rainout

Brendan got the afternoon off work today. Once the rain began, it was necessary for him to cancel the remaining games at the Los Gatos Little League field, where he is employed as a field supervisor.  It's been a busy week for him, so he's not at all disappointed to have a little free time.

All three of our boys have proven themselves to be conscientious, hard-working employees. Tom and Steve have had a variety of jobs -- often holding multiple jobs simultaneously. Brendan, due to his commitment to playing college basketball, has had fewer opportunities to seek paid work. They've all been quite creative in finding good work.

Tom has worked as a recreation supervisor at the St. Lawrence Children's Center and at Harker School.  He has also worked for H & R Block, as a coach at Harker School, and as a private tutor.  A few years back, Tom was hired by the City of Los Gatos to oversee maintenance of the Little League baseball fields.  In time, there was a need to add workers, so Tom hired both Steve and Brendan, as well as a few local kids from Los Gatos. He has mostly supervisory responsibilities now that he has a full-time job teaching at St. Lawrence Elementary School and is pursuing his Master's Degree at the University of San Francisco.

Steve has had a variety of job opportunities, as well. He spent one summer working at Great America, he too worked at H & R Block for a few tax seasons, and continues to coach a variety of teams at Harker School in San José. Between his classes at San José State University and his weekend job with 1-800-GOTJUNK, Steve works a few shifts at the Los Gatos fields when he can fit it into his schedule. Like Tom, Steve has never been one to shy away from a hard day's work.

Brendan has learned from his brothers that working multiple jobs is not only possible, but lucrative, as well. With basketball season over and baseball season in full-swing, Brendan is kept quite busy on weekday evenings and weekends keeping the Los Gatos Little League fields in good condition. With the help of a few local high school kids, Brendan is able to oversee the work at one field and assist as needed at a different field. In addition to his Los Gatos responsibilities, Brendan also supervises children during morning and lunch recess on Tuesdays and Thursdays at St. Lawrence Elementary School. He's a great role model for the kids and makes a point of making sure no one is left out of the schoolyard games.

I'm not at all surprised at the initiative and work ethic my boys display. Throughout my high school and college years, I too worked a variety of jobs -- often more than one at a time.  I worked as a switchboard operator, a courtesy clerk at a grocery store, a summer camp counselor, a dormitory prefect, a night security guard at a cemetery, and as a part-time high school teacher.  I also proctored SAT exams, bartended class reunions, and tutored middle school kids. I learned at an early age that hard work pays off -- a lesson I learned from my Dad, who also worked multiple jobs throughout his life.

I'm grateful for the employment opportunities I had growing up, and I'm very thankful for the opportunities my boys have had so far in their lives. They are learning some excellent life skills, not the least of which is that anyone they meet just might be someone who can lead them to a good job opportunity.

Saturday, March 24, 2012 | Permalink

The Pause that Refreshes

CokeMachine

Slogans have always been a part of my life. The most memorable, perhaps, have been those used by the Coca Cola Company.  Here are a few Coke slogans from various years:

  • 1886 "Drink Coca-Cola"
  • 1929 "The Pause That Refreshes"
  • 1943 "A Taste All It's Own"
  • 1957 "There's Nothing Like A Coke"
  • 1963 "Things Go Better With Coke"
  • 1970 "It's The Real Thing"
  • 1976 "Coke Adds Life"
  • 1982 "Coke Is It"
  • 1993 "Always Coca-Cola"

For some reason, it's the 1929 slogan -- The Pause that Refreshes -- which stands out as the most memorable of Coke's many slogans. While it was introduced the year of my Mother's birth, it has been used consistently since that time.

One of my fond childhood memories is stopping at Fairlane Foods, the grocery store at 39th & Vicente in The City, to purchase a cold bottle of Coca Cola on my way to South Sunset Playground. The cost of a bottle of Coke back then was ten cents! The Coke machine was located between the entrance and exit doors near the meat counter. Upon my arrival at the store, I'd drop my dime in the slot, open the door to the machine, make my selection, pop the cap off the bottle, drink the Coke standing right there next to the machine, then place the empty bottle in the rack on the side of the machine before continuing on my way to the playground. It was always a treat.

Another vivid childhood memory is frequently stopping to visit my paternal Grandmother at her home, which was located at the corner of 38th & Vicente.  She always had bottles of Coca Cola in her "Frigidaire." Usually I would be content just to enjoy drinking a cold bottle of Coke, but now and then, my Grandmother would pour the Coke into a glass and add a scoop of vanilla ice cream to make a Coke Float. Great memories!

And then there was the old soda machine in the basement of Rescue 1 -- a firehouse where my Father worked on Jesse Street in downtown San Francisco. On several occasions, I would take the streetcar downtown to visit my Dad at the firehouse. We would go down to the basement where he would let me select a cold soft drink from their old Coke machine. Then we'd go into the TV room and watch a college or pro football game with the other firefighters.

I don't drink Coke, or any other soda for that matter, any more. But the memories of Coca Cola from my childhood are pleasant ones. I'm always grateful for those things which cause me to reflect back on my formative years. They are memories I cherish.

Friday, March 23, 2012 | Permalink

Change of Seasons

Spring

The first day of Spring lived up to its billing today. It was 68º and sunny as I enjoyed an hour of reading outside this afternoon. I know we still have some less-than-Spring-like days ahead, but today was a nice reminder of what's to come.

Today was also Kathy's and my last day as parents of a teenager. Brendan turns 20 tomorrow. As I posted on my Facebook page this morning, "What an amazing, challenging, exhausting, enjoyable, humbling, memorable experience it's been!" Parenting teens is not easy, but then, being a teen is not easy either -- especially today. As much as I'd like to believe that I still remember what it was like, forty years is enough time to blur anyone's memories of those memorable days. And as I've told my boys many times, "I was 17, but I was never your age."  Being a teenager today is a very different experience than being a teenager in 1971.

Like the seasons of the year, the seasons of parenting change over time. The challenges of parenting infants and toddlers are very different than those of parenting kids in the elementary and middle school years. And perhaps the greatest challenge of all is parenting kids in high school, when they begin as 14-year-old children and graduate as confident, competent young adults. It was in that "season" of parenting that I did most of my praying for divine intervention and guidance as a parent.

In no way do I consider my job of parenting to be complete now that Brendan is turning 20. I do, however, have a tremendous sense of accomplishment. Together with Kathy, with the support of family and friends, and by the grace of God, we have successfully raised three wonderful young men of whom I could not be more proud -- nor more grateful. Tom, Steve and Brendan have been, and continue to be, a tremendous gift to both Kathy and me. Their presence in my life makes it very easy for me to maintain my attitude of gratitude.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012 | Permalink

Beyond Imperfections

Happiness

I want to be happy. Most often, I believe, I am. Sometimes I'm not. I'd say this makes me somewhat normal -- and incredibly fortunate. Not everyone can say that they're happy more often than not. I can.

Not surprisingly, I have some bad days. Everyone does. Sometimes I have several difficult days consecutively. Those can be trying times, but fortunately, that is a fairly rare occurrence in my life. Most of the time, I feel pretty good about life, and in recent years, I've made a conscientious effort to focus on my sense of gratitide for that reality. It helps. It's difficult to be grateful and unhappy at the same time.

Despite my efforts, however, I still find myself occasionally struggling with unhappiness related to my expectations of perfection -- in myself and in those around me. I am well-aware of my own imperfections, so I try to compensate by overachieving in several areas of my life. There's nothing wrong with that. But when I project my expectations of perfection onto others, not surprisingly, things tend not to go so well.

This is a lesson I should have learned in my childhood. My mother had a decorative tile on the wall of our kitchen with the quote: "Our home is clean enough to be healthy, and dirty enough to be happy." That really says it all. It's not at all about perfection. It's about happiness. This simple, but important lesson can be applied to just about every aspect of our lives.

Learning to overlook imperfections, in ourselves and in others, is a life skill. I'm certainly not suggesting that we become complacent or apathetic in our work or in our relationships. Rather, I'm suggesting that we become more forgiving and accepting of ourselves and those around us. Life is hard. It would serve us all well to believe that everyone is doing the best they can possibly do.

Sunday, March 18, 2012 | Permalink

On Being Irish-American

City Hall
City Hall - San Francisco

My Russian neighbor pinched me this afternoon!  I was standing near the mailbox when she approached to check her mail. As she passed me, she reached over and pinched my forearm, stating that since it is St. Patrick's Day, I should be wearing green. "What makes you think I'm not wearing green?" I inquired with a smile on my face. I then pulled the top of my sweatpants down just far enough for her to see the top of my black and green boxers. She laughed, a bit embarrassed, perhaps.

I'm not in the habit of wearing green on St. Patrick's Day -- at least no moreso than on any other day of the year. First of all, green isn't my color. More importantly, however, I don't have a need to pretend to be Irish on St. Patrick's Day.  I am Irish -- Irish-American. All four of my grandparents were born in Ireland, two in County Kerry and two in County Cork. I wore black and green boxers today for no reason other than that they were on top when I opened the dresser drawer this morning.

It's somewhat amusing how Americans choose to observe St. Patrick's Day. The "wearin' of the green" is entertaining, to say the least. Adults, children, and even even pets can be seen sporting the color of the Emerald Isle. At Applebees tonight, the servers, bartenders, and many of the customers, were appropriately adorned in various shades of green. At almost every table I could see 22-ounce glasses of green beer. The bar area was decorated with dozens of bright green shamrocks, images of leprechauns, and green streamers.

In cities across the country, various traditions mark the arrival of St. Patrick's Day.  In Chicago, a privately-funded venture turns the Chicago River green each year. It begins around 10 a.m. and can best be enjoyed between Columbus Drive and Wabash Avenue. New York and San Francisco celebrate the day with major parades. My sisters and nephews participate in the San Francisco parade each year. And I must say that I like the lighting of City Hall in The City tonight.

Of course, drinking establishments across the country are doing a brisk business tonight. Traditional Irish pubs are the top choice of most St. Patrick's Day revelers, but for many, any bar will do -- especially when, with the luck of the Irish, March 17th happens to fall on a Saturday night!

Yes, I'm Irish-American and proud of it. I'm grateful for the tremendous risk my grandparents took when they left their homeland in search of a better life in the early 1900s. I appreciate everything they and my parents did to provide the comfortable lifestyle I've enjoyed throughout my life. I'm well aware of the hardships they endured and the sacrifices they made. This is what I celebrate, with gratitude, on this and every St. Patrick's Day.

Saturday, March 17, 2012 | Permalink

Reasons to Celebrate

Desserts

Okay,.... I'll admit it. When it comes to desserts, I'll take advantage of any excuse to celebrate. Tonight I have several reasons to savor a dish of mint chocolate chip ice cream.

First of all, today marks the end of the third quarter of the academic year at St. Lawrence Academy. As I finalized my grades this afternoon, I realized that there were no D's or F's for quarter grades in the five classes I teach. I don't give grades -- students earn them. So I'm very happy that every one of the 103 students I teach this year did what was necessary to earn a respectable grade for the quarter. Hopefully they'll keep up the solid effort throughout the remainder of the semester.

My second reason for celebrating tonight is that another group of students from Junshin Junior & Senior High School in Nagasaki, Japan arrived at St. Lawrence today. I coordinated the exchange program for nine years, during which time the two schools formalized our relationship with official "Sister School" status. One of my good friends, Yuichiro Wakiyama, an English teacher at Junshin, is one of the chaperones again this year. He and I will have an opportunity to get together on Monday when we enjoy a school holiday.

Another reason for celebrating tonight is that, as I just mentioned, tonight is the beginning of a much-needed and appreciated three-day weekend. I'm not exactly certain why we have Monday off, but there are two very logical possibilities. Firstly, being the weekend between the end of the third quarter and the beginning of the fourth, it seems appropriate to have an extended weekend. Another possibility, however, is that Monday is the Feast of St. Joseph, the patron saint of the Diocese of San José. Whatever the reason, I'm happy to have the time off and to be able to spend some time with Yuichiro.

And as if I needed another reason to celebrate, tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day. Of course, we all know that there are really only two kinds of people -- those who are Irish, and those who wish they were! So in gratitude for another celebration of my Irish heritage, a hefty scoop of mint chocolate chip is definitely in order -- perhaps with a dram of Bailey's Irish Cream on the side!

Friday, March 16, 2012 | Permalink

Japan Tsunami: One Year Later

JapanTsunami
What a difference a year makes!

I'm not at all surprised, just very impressed. As I suspected would be the case, many of the areas of Japan devastated by the March 11, 2011 earthquake and tsunami are recovering at a pace many would have thought unlikely at this time last year. I certainly wouldn't say that life has returned to "business as usual" in any of those communities. How could it be when so many who lived in these areas perished in the disaster? In some towns, 10% of the population was killed in the tsunami. Little by little, however, in some communities, life is beginning to look somewhat normal.

On this one-year anniversary of the tragic event, many newspapers and television newscasts are showing side-by-side photos of what these communities looked like in the immediate aftermath of the tsunami and how things look there today. Understandably, many communities have not recovered. While debris may have been removed, the rebuilding has not yet begun in some areas. In many towns, though, people have been able to return to a somewhat normal lifestyle. The streets have been cleared and cars, bicycles, and pedestrians again make their way around town.

While it is still heartbreaking to see the images of the tsunami being replayed today, it's gratifying to know that many Japanese citizens are well on their way to putting their lives back together. The tremendous loss of life and property will never be overlooked, but there is hope in seeing the resilience of the Japanese people and the support of the global community.

Sunday, March 11, 2012 | Permalink

An Ongoing Challenge

MultiTasking

Some call it "multi-tasking." Others call it just plain rude. Eating and texting. Texting and driving. Driving and eating. Talking on the phone while chatting on Facebook. Many of us are guilty of having done some (or all) of these things. We live in a society which expects us to be productive -- to use the limited time we have to the maximum potential. And so we find ourselves doing more than one thing at a time more often than most of us would like.

It's been said that Millennials, those born 1980-2000, are expert multi-taskers. For them, engaging in more than one activity simultaneously is as natural as riding a bicycle, perhaps even more so. I've seen it in my students, and my own kids, for the past several years. They apparently can study productively despite what I would consier to be the distractions of music playing on their iPods, a stream of texts arriving on their iPhones, and their laptops open to Facebook. I can't do that.

There are certainly times in my life when I'm called upon to multi-task, but I much prefer focusing on one thing at a time. I have a difficult time talking on the phone with the TV on or my laptop open in front of me. I've always preferred reading and studying in a quiet environment. Some types of music don't distract me, but the music of choice of today's youth would be a serious distraction to any reading or studying I might try to do.

I recently read an article about the art of "single-tasking." The productivity benefits of multi-tasking have been praised by many.  The author suggested that the quality of one's efforts when a person focuses on doing one thing at a time, and doing it well, have been overlooked in recent years. I would have to agree.  When I'm reading, I'm not trying to do anything else.  When I'm writing, I make every attempt to minimize any and all distractions. When I go to church, I leave my cell phone in the car. When I'm talking on the phone, my computer is closed, the TV is off, and I'm focused on the person with whom I'm having the conversation. Old school? Maybe, but it's just the way I function.

It took me a long time to realize that my way of doing things isn't the right way of doing things. For a long time, I tried to convince my boys to single-task, especially when doing school work, but I've learned that single-tasking for some people is as much of a distraction as multi-tasking is to me. This is difficult for me to comprehend, but over time, I've learned to accept this reality.

I will say, though, that when I'm driving and, while stopped at a red light, I notice that the driver behind me is texting, it makes me very uncomfortable!

Thursday, March 08, 2012 | Permalink

Play Ball!

Giants

It was such a nice sound. Kathy and I were in the car yesterday afternoon when I had this random thought -- a Giants' preseason game might be on. I turned to KNBR just in time. The first pitch we heard was a Giants' home run!

It wasn't a home run today, but as I drove over to school to do some prep work this afternoon, I again turned the car radio to KNBR. It was the third inning and the Giants began with three consecutive base hits, which resulted in a 4-run inning. The box score for the afternoon looked pretty good, too:

SAN FRANCISCO       0  1  4    1  2  2    1  0  0    11 - 21 - 0
ARIZONA                    0  0  0    0  0  0    1  0  0      1 -   7 - 2    FINAL

This could be a very good omen, since the Giants open league play on Friday, April 6th against these same Arizona D-Backs.

The Summer of 2012 will be the first summer that Kathy and I will both be off work at the same time, so I'm hoping that we can take advantage of the opportunity to get up to AT&T Park for a few games. There are three Wednesday games with 12:45 start times -- in June vs. L.A., in July vs. San Diego, and in August vs. Washington. There are also a few Sunday 1:05 games -- in June vs. Chicago (Cubs) and Texas, in July vs. Cincinnati, Houston, and L.A., and in August vs. Colorado. I'd prefer any of those games to the regular night games, which keep me up well-past my bedtime!

I'm hopeful that a healthy Giants' ball club can replicate the success they enjoyed in their memorable 2010 season. It would be nice to bring another championship to the City by the Bay.

Sunday, March 04, 2012 | Permalink

Out of Harm's Way...... for Now

Tornado

The images coming out of Kentucky, Alabama, Tennessee, and Indiana are terrifying. A number of tornadic storms wreaked havoc over a wide area of the country, leaving behind an overwhelming level of death and destruction. The photo above was posted on the Facebook page of one my childhood neighbors from San Francisco, who now lives in Madison, Indiana. She was fortunate to have been spared the devastation which hit so many other communities in her area. After dinner tonight, I was watching CNN coverage of the tornadoes and saw video of one TV news team who found themselves perilously close to an oncoming twister. The unpredictability of a tornado, combined with it's incredible power, is a terrifying thing to see on television. I cannot even imagine actually being there.

It was images such as these which fueled the fear I experienced last year in March when, with my brother Tom, I drove from St. Louis to Memphis, Tennessee. The drive down was uneventful, even pleasant. But as we prepared to set out on our return trip, the television news in Memphis warned of tornadoes in the area. I looked carefully at the red area on the map (which indicated the potential danger zone) and Interstate 55, our route back to St. Louis, was smack-dab in the middle. Throughout the entire drive that afternoon, I was scanning the horizon in every direction looking for evidence of potential danger. I'd seen the TV show "Stormchasers," and I didn't want to get an up-close and personal view of any tornado.

I'm grateful that, here in California, we are out of harm's way when it comes to tornadoes. Yes, I'm well aware that we live under the constant threat of earthquakes, and as we found out in 1989, some of those can be quite unnerving. It is a bit unsettling that they tell us that the Loma Prieta quake of '89 was not the "Big One," but I guess I'm just accustomed to living in earthquake country. Most of the quakes I've experienced in my lifetime were nothing more than momentary forms of entertainment. The incredible power and unpredictability of a tornado, however, frightens the heck out of me!

My thoughts and prayers tonight are with the people affected by these most recent disasters. I trust that, when the Big One hits here, they will pray for us, as well.

Friday, March 02, 2012 | Permalink

S.J.P.D.

SJPD

As I write this blog post, the San José Police Department helicopter is circling above my neighborhood in West San José and a multitude of sirens can be heard from police units on the ground. In some ways, these are ominous sounds, yet it's nice to know that whatever mischief is happening outside this evening is getting the full attention of local law enforcement.

Such was the case this afternoon, as well. When I arrived home a little before 4:00 p.m., two square blocks adjacent to our condominium complex were cordoned off while an army of San José police officers carried out a house-to-house, yard-to-yard search for a burglary suspect. Apparently, a homeowner returned to his house and interrupted a burglary in progress. As I drove down Williams Road toward my home, approximately 20 to 25 S.J.P.D. vehicles could be seen up and down Hibiscus Lane and Daffodil Way. Not wanting to get in the way, I passed the scene quickly and headed straight home. My home office window looks down on the back of homes on Daffodil Way. I couldn't see any police activity from that vantage point, and to be honest, I'm grateful for that.

I have no idea what the police are dealing with tonight, but it's been an unusually busy day for them in West San José.

I've always been grateful for the services provided by the San José Police Department. I recall one summer day, when our boys were small, we were sitting out by the swimming pool in our complex. Suddenly the peacefulness of the afternoon was interrupted first by the roar of the S.J.P.D. helicopter, then by a public address announcement made by an officer in that unit.  He announced to the neighborhood that a small girl was missing.  He provided her age and a brief description of the young girl, asking anyone to call 911 if they had information about the girl. Having three small children myself at that time, I had an uncomfortable feeling in my gut as I imagined the girl's parents dreading the worst. Fortunately, about ten minutes later, the helicopter returned and announced that the girl had been found.

In the 25+ years we've lived in West San José, things have been relatively quiet here. It's a good neighborhood. Like anywhere else in the Santa Clara Valley, stuff happens. In fact, and I know this may seem to contradict what I just wrote, two weeks ago I heard one loud "pop" about 9:00 p.m. as I was sitting at my desk. The possibility of it being a gun shot crossed my mind, but with the close proximity to Chinese New Year, I assumed it was fireworks. The next morning, however, I was watching the early news and heard that a 21-year-old man had been shot and killed in the parking lot of an apartment complex on Blackford Avenue -- approximately 500 yards from our front door!  Yes, scary, but I still feel safe in this neighborhood.

Law enforcement officers today have the deck stacked against them. It seems that no matter what they do these days, someone is videotaping their actions hoping to have the opportunity to use it against them. Even when they are doing their job the way it needs to be done, they are often accused of abusive tactics, even though they themselves are often the victims of abusive tactics.  This has been more than evident in the City of Oakland in recent months.

So on this day of unusual police activity in my neighborhood, I'm grateful for the men and women of the San José Police Department.  May they receive the respect they deserve and may God protect them as they protect us.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012 | Permalink

All Good Things...

BacktoWork

I can't complain. I won't complain. Having a week off work in February is a gift. And having that week be blessed with pleasant, almost summer-like weather conditions has been almost too good to be true. But alas, all good things must come to an end.

Last week at this time, I could think of only one thing -- retirement. In fact, last week at this time I had made the decision to retire in June 2012. It was definite in my mind, even though one of my colleagues, who could sense that I was having a tough time last week, warned me not to make any decisions while feeling the way I was feeling. Wise advice, which I was prepared to ignore. My mind was made up, and that's all there was to it.

On Wednesday morning, I contacted the third-party administrator of the diocesan retirement program. I introduced myself, explained my decision, and asked to know the amount of my retirement check with a June 2012 termination date. I listened attentively as the woman explained the benefit amount and how it was calculated. When we concluded our conversation, I hung up the phone and thought, Okay,....... so I'm not going to retire in June 2012. In fact, at this rate, I'll be fortunate to have the option of retiring at my normal retirement date in June 2019. Given this new information, I realized that I have a few options.

One such option is to begin purchasing California Lottery tickets each week -- and saying lots of prayers. Not very practical, I'll readily admit.

Another option is to look for another job -- a job which offers a comparable salary, two weeks off work at Christmas, one week off in February, another week off around Easter time, and ten weeks off during the summer months. And I'm sure companies offering such benefits are looking for an almost-58-year old man to fill the position. Right!

So that leaves me with the most practical option -- to continue the work I've been doing. One brief week away from school has given me the perspective to realize that this option really does still exist for me. But nothing has changed in the workplace. When I return to campus on Monday morning, it will be very much as it was when I left campus a little over a week ago. And I've come to the realization that I no longer have the influence to change things at the school. There was a time when I could affect change, but those days are behind me now. So if I cannot change the situation at the school, I have no other option than to change the one thing I can change -- myself.

As I wrote in a blog post a few years ago, for ten years the varsity girls' basketball coach at St. Lawrence was Ron Rossi. Ron was an excellent coach, but even more so, he was an outstanding individual. He did more than simply coach the X's and O's of the game. He taught his players something that turned out to be a valuable lesson for me, too. He taught them about the importance of attitude and effort.

Ron told his players that in the game of basketball, just as in the game of life, there are really only two things one can control -- one's own attitude and one's own effort. This is the lesson I need to apply to my life today. There are so many factors in the workplace over which I have no control, nor even influence. Although there are things I might like to see handled differently, I'm not in a position to influence how things are done. So it's imperative that I take charge of the two things over which I do have control -- my own attitude and my own effort.

Each day, I have to remind myself why I started teaching at St. Lawrence in the first place. Each day, I need to focus on my responsibilities, and not be concerned about what anyone else is or is not doing on campus. Each day, it's important for me to remember that I made a decision to stay in the classroom to teach, rather than taking on an administrative position in the school. That was my decision, and I don't regret it. As with all decisions, however, there are consequences. Administrative decisions are not mine to make, so it's important for me to let go and not worry when decisions are made with which I do not agree. Each day when I arrive on campus, I need to focus on my attitude and my effort.  Nothing else.

So it's back to work on Monday morning..... I'll be ready.

Saturday, February 25, 2012 | Permalink

Roman Holiday

Tom Carroll

Okay, so it's not an official holiday in Rome. Not a problem. It is, however, my brother Tom's birthday, and he'll be celebrating it today in The Eternal City.

My brother Tom is what one might describe as a Renaissance Man. He was a National Merit Scholar in 1968, the same year he almost single-handedly built the sets for S.I.'s production of A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum and earned a WCAL championship medal in varsity basketball at St. Ignatius High School in San Francisco (without ever touching a basketball, no less!) He built the pipe organ in Church of the Nativity in Menlo Park, California in the early '70s, and he is proficient at playing both piano and pipe organ. He earned a Bachelor of Arts degree in English from the University of San Francisco and Master of Arts degrees from Gonzaga University (Philosophy), Weston School of Theology in Cambridge, Massachusettes (Theology), and Santa Clara University (Spirituality).

Today, Tom is a Jesuit priest. In the years since his ordination, he has taught high school, directed a high school choir, served as musical director for several high school musicals, overseen the restoration of Church of the Immaculate Conception in Boston and the Jesuit Retreat Center in Los Altos, and served as spiritual director to countless men and women who wanted to experience the Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius of Loyola.

For the past six months, Tom has been living with the Jesuit community at the Collegio Bellarmino in Rome, where he has been studying Italian, directing individual and group retreats, and working on a book about the Spiritual Exercises.

I am grateful to have Tom as my brother. I have wonderful memories of our shared childhood, when he and I would get on our bikes and venture out into The City. I remember one time when we rode our bikes to the Palace of the Legion of Honor to hear a Sunday afternoon pipe organ concert. On another afternoon bike ride, Tom took me to Holy Trinity Greek Orthodox Church on Brotherhood Way in San Francisco. Upon our arrival, he suggested that we go inside. I reminded him that we couldn't possibly do that because we were Catholic. (I'd been taught that Catholics were not allowed to set foot inside a non-Catholic church.) Tom laughed and assured me it would be okay. I totally expected to be struck-down by lightning upon entering the church. As I stood there in absolutele amazement at the huge lighting fixture in the shape of grapes on a vine which hung over the sanctuary, I remember being very grateful that I was still alive.

There is only one person in this world who I can truly call my brother. I'm grateful that person is Tom. And as he celebrates his birthday in Rome today, I'll be with him in spirit.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012 | Permalink

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