It’s what the Royals did for all of us that matters now. And what they will do tomorrow and tomorrow. Today we are all Kansas Citians, living in a magnificent city. Thanks, Royals, you’re no fly over team and we love you. Because of you the world knows about our stuff: tough, persistent, persevering, resilient; and the way we go about our work — whistling. It all goes back to the men and women who busted this sod, year after year after year through drought, blizzard, blazing sun and wind. Be Royal! Miss ya already, but see you next Spring. Be Royal!
The Huffington Post ranked Kansas City as the most exciting, "it" city in the United States. The food, Midwestern hospitality and music were all highlighted as reasons to visit the metro area
This one might not be as great and powerful as some of those Royals teams of the mid- and late ’70s and ’80s. But right now, after Salvador Perez, the heart and soul of this team, slammed a hard ground single down the third-base line off A’s rental pitcher Jason Hammel to prevail in one of the wildest wild-card games ever, they are the toasts of this ultra-pleasant town.
Let Observation with extensive View,
Survey Mankind, from China to Peru;
Remark each anxious Toil, each eager Strife,
And watch the busy Scenes of crouded Life;
Then say how Hope and Fear, Desire and Hate,
O’er spread with Snares the clouded Maze of Fate,
Where wav’ring Man, betray’d by vent’rous Pride,
To tread the dreary Paths without a Guide;
As treach’rous Phantoms in the Mist delude,
Shuns fancied Ills, or chases airy Good.
How rarely Reason guides the stubborn Choice,
Rules the bold Hand, or prompts the suppliant Voice,
How Nations sink, by darling Schemes oppres’d,
When Vengeance listens to the Fool’s Request.
Fate wings with ev’ry Wish th’ afflictive Dart,
Each Gift of Nature, and each Grace of Art,
With fatal Heat impetuous Courage glows,
With fatal Sweetness Elocution flows,
Impeachment stops the Speaker’s pow’rful Breath,
And restless Fire precipitates on Death.”
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Perhaps it’s a second childhood for me, but Mary B. Cooper, children’s writer and illustrator, has captured my full attention. “A Tale of Two Turtles” tells of two turtles, one thoroughly satisfied with his life and another, an unhappy misfit who finds happiness — thanks to a little deception by the happy turtle. The simple moral is profound and I shall not divulge it. “A Tale of Two Turtles” is out-of-print I believe, but available in used and rare book stores. Ohioans might be especially lucky to find it. I found it at prices like $115. If my wife had not acquired the tale from Ms. Cooper back in our Ohio years, I would buy it this day at that price or higher. This tale is worthy the attention of Aesop himself. It transcends its genre.
Steadfast and cautious,
“When we talk about the future of higher education in the United States, let’s please focus our attention on where most higher ed happens. It’s not in Cambridge or South Bend or Ann Arbor. It’s in Kirksville, Mo.; Emporia, Kan.; Lafayette, La.; and Bridgewater, Mass.”
My alma mater is Ohio State and I dearly love her. However, after those initial four years, I attended Idaho State, Kansas State, University of Missouri Kansas City, and Cal State Hayward. There is a lot of attention being given to world class this and world class that. I welcome this article about the also runs. The Tortoise would see things that way. One day a tortoise will learn to fly.
In these days with Americans wanting to pull back from its global role and perhaps beginning a new era of isolationism, I cannot help but think about what we might realistically do in the world. Our mission in Iraq and Afghanistan seem to have been failures. Perhaps history will have another perspective. And it seems that when we look Putin and other autocrats in the eyes, our rose-colored glasses get us into trouble. We can’t be a global cop lest we go broke. And yet, who but us can lead? The UN has many, many problems, but perhaps we are better off with it than without it. Being a Navy man, I do believe that those huge carriers tooling around he world are a Force for Peace. Just cruising about matters. That’s what Teddy Roosevelt’s Great White Fleet was about. And yet . . . and yet we have to have a place where every nation is at the table — at least talking, even spouting off. If we abolished the UN today, we would soon hear cries for its return — warts and all. David Milliken
Certain people have affected me profoundly. For this reason I post a reflection on Dag Hammarskjöld(1905-1961). Hammarskjold was the third secretary-general of the United Nations during the Cold War period. Prior to that he was secretary of the Bank of Sweden and under-secretary in the Ministry of Finance. He earned a degree in the humanities and a doctorate in economics at Upsala University. Highly privileged he was also highly humbled. Hammarskjold embodied the mind and spirit of scholar, diplomat, international leader, poet and mystic — fundamentally Christian but well-versed in Islam, Buddhism and Judaism. I believe he pursued the One.
Hammarskjold opens his famous Markings with a quotation from Meister Eckhart(1260-1327): “Only the hand that erases can write the true thing.”
I believe Hammarskjold used this quotation first because Eckhart was a soul mate and second because Markings is neither strictly an autobiography nor memoir. Markings is not a diary or journal either. His markings are trail marks through his poignant, shaping experiences. There is evidence that he also constantly changed his marks throughout his life. This indicates a man constantly reflecting on truth, truth in his own intellectual and spiritual growth and his utter commitment to international harmony.
I picture a little boy in school, his tongue licking his lips, diligently writing with a pencil and then with equal ardor erasing and correcting his tablet. He would have been someone dedicated to “getting it right” in all that he did personally and publicly. He was less interested in recording events than in how his hike was evolving. Most likely he did not ever find “the true thing,” but I must believe he came very close. I can see this avid hiker in Lapland earnestly making his way to the top, finding many truths which he hoped would cohere into one Truth — all in the adventure of solving the Mystery. What a wonderful trail mate he would have been.