Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Never mix up your right foot with your left.

I was born in Kansas City, raised in small town Missouri, and graduated from Mizzou. My life is changing significantly this week, as we move from the known (Missouri) to the very-much unknown (Seattle, Washington). In the scurry and scatter of preparations, it's been tough to put the move in perspective, and even tougher to feel the feelings of the imminent changes for myself and my family.

During packing I ran across one of my all-time favorite books, and it seemed to help express back to me some of my own hopes, dreams, and fears as we start this new chapter in our life.

If you haven't read Oh the Places You'll Go! by Dr. Seuss, or not in awhile, I highly recommend it. Enjoy.




Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You're off to Great Places!
You're off and away!

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You're on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go.

You'll look up and down streets. Look 'em over with care.
About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there."
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street.

And you may not find any
you'll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you'll head straight out of town.

It's opener there
in the wide open air.

Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.

And when things start to happen,
don't worry. Don't stew.
Just go right along.
You'll start happening too.

OH!
THE PLACES YOU'LL GO!

You'll be on your way up!
You'll be seeing great sights!
You'll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights.

You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed.
You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you'll be the best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don' t
Because, sometimes, you won't.

I'm sorry to say so
but, sadly, it's true
but Bang-ups
and Hang-ups
can happen to you.

You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You'll be left in a Lurch.

You'll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you'll be in a Slump.

And when you're in a Slump,
you're not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done.

You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're darked.
A place you could sprain both you elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?

And IF you go in, should you turn left or right...
or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?
Or go around back and sneak in from behind?
Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.

You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place...

...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

NO!
That's not for you!

Somehow you'll escape
all that waiting and staying.
You'll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.

With banner flip-flapping,
once more you'll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you're that kind of a guy!

Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. there are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball
will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame! You'll be famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.

Except when they don't.
Because, sometimes, they won't.

I'm afraid that some times
you'll play lonely games too.
Games you can't win
'cause you'll play against you.

All Alone!
Whether you like it or not,
Alone will be something
you'll be quite a lot.

And when you're alone, there's a very good chance
you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won't want to go on.

But on you will go
though the weather be foul
On you will go
though your enemies prowl
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though your arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.

On and on you will hike
and I know you'll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.

You'll get mixed up, of course,
as you already know.
You'll get mixed up
with many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life's
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3 / 4 percent guaranteed.)

KID, YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!

So...
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,
you're off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So...get on your way!

--Dr. Seuss

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Saving "Secular Washington"


On a recent business trip, I ran across this church flyer in a hotel in Washington, D.C. The vision statement has bothered me every since. Their vision is to "...make an impact on secular Washington..."

How do they define secular Washington?
  • People not at McLean Bible Church?
  • People not in church?
  • People who drink, smoke, chew, or go with girls who do?
What about Muslims, Buddhists, Catholics, or Methodists -- Secular?

I'm confident the good people at McLean Bible Church have intentions to make a positive difference in their community, but the separation of what is "secular" and what is "non-secular" (spiritual, holy, Godly, churchy, non-loud, non-pierced?) confuses me. Why make the distinction?


Sunday, April 4, 2010

Opening Day


I was born in Kansas City, and my parents lived in the shadow of Royals Stadium in the mid-1970s. They would get the $1 tickets in the upper deck, and I would karate-kick Mom's uterus as the crowd roared.

For those unfamiliar, at one time there were things to roar about at Royals games. The Royals and Yankees (and Blue Jays and Angels) played big games every year. George Brett won batting titles, chewed tobacco, and used excess pine tar on his bat. Frank White and Bud Black (African-American and Anglo, respectively) were my entry into race relations.

And the Royals beat the St. Louis Cardinals in the 1985 World Series. I was 9 years old. I will never forget the final catch and watching the ticker-tape parade on TV the next day.

Twenty-five years later, the Royals will start another season. Their 25th since their World Championship, and their 25th since making the playoffs. There have been a teases over the years, but overall it's been a long time since there's been much to cheer about.

But.

It's Opening Day.

And Opening Day is different.

As of today the Kansas City Royals have just as much chance to win the 2010 World Series (mathematically speaking, of course) as any other team.

There is something about Opening Day that gets me excited every single year. I had a friend in school whose dad took him out of school every year for the Royals' home opener. The teachers didn't love it, I'm sure. I thought it was the best idea ever.

I haven't even followed the Royals this spring, and I can't name more than 6 players on the roster. But I'll find the game on TV or radio this week and root root root for the Royals.

I'll keep up with them through the first week of games, and they may even keep my attention through April. Then I'll become distracted by the NFL Draft, I'll hear of a 6-game losing streak, and I'll find other things to do.

Until Opening Day 2011.