Tuesday, June 24, 2014

The Pottsville Summit

                                       POTTSVILLE SUMMIT SCHEDULED FOR MID-JULY

A summit meeting is defined as a meeting of leaders, usually with considerable media exposure, tight security and a prepared agenda.
Pottsville City officials will sit down with the leaders of the street people, loafers, and deadbeats as well as the leaders of the pipe-dreaming, goody two-shoes who want to bring back the city of years ago.  In the late 1950s a family could enjoy the entire day on West Market Street. Mom could take the kids to Raudenbush’s for some delicious sticky buns while dad could throw the medicine ball at the YMCA, take a Turkish steam bath and then go out and play the numbers at a nearby establishment.  Later the family could sit down together at the Sugar Bowl and enjoy a wholesome well-balanced meal followed by CMP sundaes.  They could then leave, once again play the numbers, and then motor home in an East Penn bus.

It seems that West Market Street has undergone a dramatic demographic change in recent years.  Sociologists attribute this to the removal of the cartoon characters that once were erected on Garfield Square, as well as the lack of sticky buns in the area. 
Why the cartoon characters? Well the answer is two-fold.  The first fold is that these cartoon characters attracted families from near and far.  Middle-class families got a sense of calm and peace just to see bigger-than- life, cuddly cartoon characters such as Droopy , Nancy & Sluggo, Alley Oop and Snuffy Smith.   The second fold is that the criminal element was kept at bay by such authoritative cut-outs such as Dick Tracy, Joe Palooka, Dudley Do-Right, and Mighty Mouse. 
 
All of these cartoon characters, by the way, were meticulously hand-painted by members of the Schuylkill Allied Artists with paint purchased locally at Mansell's Paint Store.  Little Lulu took three years to complete and used over fifteen gallons of red paint.
Copyright infringement litigation eventually led to the demise of the cartoon character replicas gracing the Square.  The family of Snuffy Smith agreed to a seven figure settlement which emptied the city coffers.  Many of the city residents, now distraught over the loss of the cartoons, began to dress up as Far Side characters; a tradition that continues to this day.

Soon the area became a mecca for frisky young teens who wanted to beget children and live the American dream –that is, to be housed, fed, given medical insurance and clothed at taxpayers’ expense without ever having to lift a finger.  
But today there are disagreements between the old guard and the newcomers.  The city officials will try and iron out the differences at the much bally-hooed Market Street Summit in mid-July.  
Some say that the long-overdue Summit is being called in order to stem the cry from the west end to restore Yorkville Independence.  It would be a borough without the baggage, by being free of the publicly subsidized housing that is so prevalent in the city- a city that has its goal of having more publicly subsidized housing by 2030 than its sister city of Pyongyang, North Korea.  Others say that the city has already passed Pyongyang in subsidized housing.
Several years ago some concessions were made to the street people when Tony’s Produce Market was leveled due to the complaints that the sale of fresh fruit and vegetables was culturally abhorrent and disrespectful to the new residents in the city. 
The natives are still restless and the summit seemed to be the only sensible solution.
Each side has their demands. One the one side: The Library must become more bed-bug friendly; No parades to be held before noon as not to disturb the residents’ sleeping; free day care from 8 PM until one hour after the bars close; iodized bath salts.  The goody-two shoes, on the other hand  want the return of the Easter Parade; gentlemen to walk on the roadside of the sidewalk; a Mayor’s Dance to be held during the summer on the large asphalt lot at Second and Market; thank you notes to be written when receiving a hand-out; clothes (including pajamas) should not be two sizes too small for pedestrians walking on Market Street.
At this moment, it appears that the only thing agreeable to all sides is that sticky buns sales should resume on West Market Street as quickly as possible.

 
 

Saturday, June 7, 2014

In remembrance of a life cut short

 
Sometimes I find it very difficult to keep a smile on my face. Even if I stand upside-down my smile will disappear, or turn right-side up, depending on whether you are standing on your head or on your feet. In any event the smile is not there anymore. 
When I was younger, if I felt down in the dumps, I would go down to the candy store – every elementary school had a candy store next door – and fork over a nickel and get waxed lips. My candy store of choice was next to the East Ward School in Schuylkill Haven.  Those lips worked for awhile. I could put a smile on my face, at least  until I needed to open my mouth.  After awhile I would eat the waxed lips rather than throw them out.  I never figured the nutritional value of waxed lips.  I must have devoured a ton of them over the years.
 
Today was one of those days in Schuylkill County that I found hard to smile.  A bright, young man with so much promise… taken away by a member of the taliban in far-away Afghanistan.
             I think I am too old now to wear waxed lips to my hide unhappiness even if I could get my hands on some waxed lips.  I recently heard that Pottsville's Surgeon-General had issued warnings about those wax lips. He said they attract near-sighted Zamundian honey bees. The bees, as we all  know, came to America in 1988 by accident when the crown prince of Zamuda visited the American Way Fair. 
           Most of the candy stores next to elementary schools are now gone and I am too lazy to wait in line at Walmart; even though I get to ride in that store on a scooter, along with so many others who ate too much funnel cake and pepperoni pizza over the years. 

Anyway, today's young people are too sophisticated for waxed lips when they can now get tattoos and collagen lip enhancement treatments paid by their parents' medical insurance up to age 26 or through taxpayer funded medical assistance.
  It is the 21st century and Pottsville’s Surgeon General says it is healthy to express one’s feelings rather than hold them in.  So have sworn off waxed lips forever. I will now express myself. So here it goes....
 My problem right now is the struggle that I have with the disharmony between my search for meaning in life and the harsh realities, cruelties and the sometimes meaninglessness that confront us daily. 
Today was one of those days in Schuylkill County as I stood with so many others in line to pay respect to the fallen young hero.  It was a beautiful and sunny day.  A good day for the Belmont Stakes but certainly too nice of a day for a funeral. 
What keeps me going is the lesson I learned from reading Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut.  One must live as a time traveler passing back and forth in time, focusing on the good times, whether past, present or future, but realizing that bad times will be unavoidable along the way. Just don't dwell on them. 
 
 One must also remain wary of antithetical concepts, such as good and evil.  Most of us would want good, but we must remember that good is defined by the existence of evil.  There is evil out there. Always was and always will be. We just have to gravitate towards the good. Keep a moral compass handy at all times.
Today I did not have to time travel.  Today I saw good in Schuylkill County, right here in the present moment in this county where neighbors gathered together from all the county's small communities. Orwigsburg especially felt the pain.  It was unfortunate that the harsh reality of evil brought it to the forefront but good was there. It was up and down West Market Street. Goodness was visible and evil was nowhere to be found.
 On a day that was too nice to be day for a funeral, the sun was shining but so was the goodness in people.  The goodness was apparent on the faces of the countless people standing in line or the people who slowed down while driving by in their vehicles.

Why even the disheveled street people who roost on the other side of Market Street were curious and respectful.
Please keep the young man, who had so much promise, in your thoughts and prayers. He was a credit to the county and the nation.
Quit dwelling on your facebook pages, tweets and your selfie photographs for just a little while.  There will always be time to update your facebook status later when you can tell the world that you had scrapple and scrambled eggs for breakfast which will trigger dozens of insincere "likes" from your hundreds of so-called cyber friends.  

Yes, there will always be time for fun, maybe even time for a little beer pong now and then,  but do try and do something  positive in the world in the small amount of time you are allotted.
 
                           Don't waste it on all on self-absorption.
 
If the world seems too vast and you are as geographically challenged as me, then just do something positive in this small rectangular speck of the universe we call Schuylkill County.