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All real estate advertising herein is subject to the Federal Fair Housing Act of 1968 which makes it illegal to advertise "any preference, limitations, or discrimination based on race, color, religion, sex or national origin, or intention to make any such preferences, limitation or discrimination." We will not knowingly accept any advertising for real estate which is in violation of the law.
All persons are hereby informed all dwellings advertised are available on an equal opportunity basis.
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Follow up -- dmn
A history: US Open Pickleball Championships™
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US Open Pickleball Championships™ 317 844-8189 |
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160 W Carmel Dr Carmel IN, 46032
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Don Nixon, Proofreader, Editor & Publisher
Email: dmn.ez.nni@gmail.com Ref: dmn:marilynmonroe
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Stories, favorites and great
Christmas rifle
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Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their means and then never had enough for necessities.
For those genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors. I learned from him life's greatest joy comes from giving, not receiving.
Christmas Eve, 1881, I was fifteen years old and felt like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn't been enough money to buy the rifle I'd wanted for Christmas. We did chores early that night. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in the Bible.
After supper I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace to wait for Pa to get down the old Bible. Still feeling sorry for myself and, honestly, I wasn't in much of a mood to read Scriptures.
But Pa didn't get the Bible. He bundled up again, instead, and went outside. I couldn't figure it out because we had already done chores. I didn't worry about it long though, I was so busy wallowing in self-pity.
Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night and he had ice in his beard. "Come on, Matt," he said. "Bundle up good, it's cold out tonight." I was really upset then. Not only wasn't I getting the Christmas rifle, now Pa wanted to drag me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason I could see. Chores done, I couldn't think of anything else needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one's feet when he'd told them to do something, so I got up, put my boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn't know what.
Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn't going to be a short, quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up this sled unless we were going to haul a big load. Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him.
The cold was already biting at me. I wasn't happy. When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed.
"I think we'll put on the high sideboards," he said.
"Here, help me."
The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high side boards on.
After we exchanged sideboards, Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood - the wood I'd spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then all fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing?
Finally I said something. "Pa," I asked, "what are you doing?"
"You been by the Widow Jensen's lately?" he asked. The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I'd been by, but so what?
Yeah," I said. "Why?"
"I rode by just today," Pa said. "Little Jakey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They're out of wood, Matt." That was all he said, then turned and went back into the woodshed for another arm load of wood. I followed him. We loaded the sled so high I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it.
Finally, Pa halted our loading. We went to the smoke house and Pa took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait. When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand.
"What's in the little sack?" I asked.
He told me, "Shoes, they're out of shoes. Little Jakey just had gunny sacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little candy, too. It just wouldn't be Christmas without a little candy."
We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen's pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn't have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it.
We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn't have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy? Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us; it shouldn't have been our concern.
We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house, unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, then we took the meat and flour and shoes to their door.
We knocked.
The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, "Who is it?"
"Lucas Miles, Ma'am, and my son, Matt. Could we come in for a bit?"
Widow Jensen opened the door to let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children, wrapped in another, were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire which hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp.
"We brought you a few things, Ma'am," Pa said and put the sack of flour down. I put the meat on the table.
Then Pa handed her the sack with the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly, then took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children - sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last.
I watched her carefully.
She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes, spilled over and started to run down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but no sound would come out.
"We brought a load of wood too, Ma'am," Pa said. He turned to me. "Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let's get that fire up to size and heat this place up," he told me.
I wasn't the same person as I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat and as much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes too. In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks with so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn't speak.
My heart swelled within me and a joy that I'd never known before, filled my soul. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people.
I soon had the fire blazing and everyone's spirits perked up. Those kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn't crossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us.
"God bless you," she said. "I know the Lord has sent you. The children and I have been praying He would send one of his angels to spare us."
In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat, tears welled up in my eyes again. I'd never thought of Pa in those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it, I could see it was probably true. I was sure a better man than Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it.
Pa insisted everyone try on their shoes before we left. I was amazed they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Then I guessed if he was on the Lord's errand, the Lord would make sure he got the sizes right.
Tears were running down Widow Jensen's face again when we stood up to leave.
Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn't want us to go. I could see they missed their own Pa, which reminded me how I was really glad I still had mine.
At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, "The Mrs. wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We'll be by to get you about eleven. It'll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here, hasn't been little for quite a spell."
I was the youngest. My two brothers and two sisters had all married and moved away.
Widow Jensen nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Miles. I don't have to say, May the Lord bless you, I know for certain that He will."
Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and didn't even notice the cold. After we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and said, "Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn't have quite enough. Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that, but on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do. Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand."
I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Now that rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow Jensen's face and radiant smiles of her three children.
For the rest of my life, whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or split a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had given me the best Christmas of my life."
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Follow up -- dmn
Creative Thinking, Inc.
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I began working for the family newspaper business at the Peru (IN) Daily Tribune in 1952 answering telephones providing basketball scores for the Indiana High School State Basketball Tournament.* I graduated to a home delivery carrier at the Wabash (IN) Plain Dealer from 1954-1956.
Throughout high school and college, I worked in various Plain Dealer departments as printer's devil, photographer, advertising inside classified sales, circulation and distribution delivery. After I graduated from Indiana University with a major in Economics and Mathematics in 1964, I began working full time as corporate secretary and treasurer and director for all the companies including Nixon Newspapers Benevolent Association, Inc.
In 1969, my US Army unit was ordered to Viet Nam. The order was canceled shortly after I had already hired and trained my replacement. At that time, three Indiana daily newspapers (Wabash, Peru and Michigan City) and one in Hammond, Louisiana, which was purchased in 1962, and the management partnership completed the organization.
At that time, the newspaper production process was changing from hot type metal to cold type and offset printing. The family decided to pursue growth by purchasing additional properties. In 1970, I helped negotiate purchase of the Frankfort Morning Times and Auburn Printing Company, which also published the Evening Star. I was publisher in Auburn. It was sold in 1972. I returned to the Wabash Plain Dealer as publisher. I also established Creative Thinking, Inc. for special projects.
To expand our Wabash and Peru printing capabilities, these weeklies were purchased or established:
The Swayzee Press,
Culver Citizen,
Pulaski County Journal,
North Judson News,
TV Plus, a television channel guide for Indiana newspapers and several local high school and college publications.**
Indiana Racquet Sports (monthly)
Portrait ***
Nixon Hoosier Feature Service****
To expand our content penetration, we built the Frankfort CATV franchise, which was later sold. Eventually we added these Indiana newspapers: New Castle, Brazil, Connersville, and in Illinois, Hoopston and Watseka
I was also a minor Kokomo Tribune partner and helped negotiate its sale to Thompson Newspapers in 1981. My mother’s grandfather was an original founder.
After Nixon Newspapers was sold in 1998 to Paxton Media and I created an Internet business model for schools, radio and television stations.
The backbone of newspaper revenue was display advertising from grocery, drug and local department stores like Sears and Penney’s. It also changed from rop (run of paper) advertising to free standing inserts, which we printed commercially. During my early career, I considered working for the New York Times as pinnacle of success, but later concluded it was better to provide a reliable local product to friends and neighbors.
And I measured success by subscription renewals. Every month to month comparison from year to year I was publisher, audited paid circulation increased.
An avid sports participant, I coached Tri State College’s soccer team in Angola when I was at Auburn and initiated girls high school teams in Indianapolis at Broad Ripple, Lawrence North, Hamilton Heights and Arlington, which had no team and was virtually all boys. *****
* (remember the movie Hoosiers)
** TV Plus provided listings which were accurate when Indiana had several counties with different broadcast times unique to that city
*** Portrait was feature length biography in tabloid format which was distributed and sold through the Kroger stores in Ohio and Indiana: subjects included: Jane Pauley, Merv Griffin, Ray Kroc
****Special news features were sold to other newspapers including Wabash Plain Dealer Reporter Earleen Early participating for Nixon’s Ping-pong diplomacy trip to China
*****When at Auburn the annual classic car reunion and swap meet plan to relocate was abandoned after the Evening Star encouraged and coordinated the Labor Day auction, which funded preservation of the old factory now a museum and still going strong after 50 years. (The plan was later used to create the Peru Circus City Festival, which is almost the same age and ongoing)
Link:
https://automobilemuseum.org
Here’s what people say:
From: Merv Hendricks (mhendricks2@isugw.indstate.edux)
Sent: Tue 11/11/08 12:13 PM
To: Don Nixon II (dmnixonii@hotmail.com)
Hi, dmn (been a while since I typed that),
Heard your message from earlier this morning.
It will be next week or the week after, though. I am tied up in editing and designing an 80th anniversary publication for the Hoosier State Press Association — you remember it — and I have until the weekend to finish a 64-page tab. I have 20 pages finished right now, so that tells you what I will be doing with my hours away from my day job this week and weekend. I have been so busy with stuff that I must admit that I have not even looked at the links you sent. I will, however, before we meet by phone and will share them with the group.
And while I have your eyes, Don, let me say that I never appreciated how good Nixon Newspapers was and how good you were as a publisher until some years after I was gone. My days in Wabash, as I look back with white hair, were the best of my career. Yes, I was in some ways a bigger dog in Terre Haute at the papers here, but it never was as much fun, it was never as good of a culture, it was never as positive a place as was Wabash. When I think about a paper being connected with its community, I think of Wabash in those days when NNI was in charge. I really felt that we in the PD newsroom — and the PD in every department -- got to know the community and appreciate it, even though we had a changing cast of characters.
I also know now, which I didn’t know then, how much you let us, encouraged us to effectively experiment. Take the Saturday tab for instance. You gave us a toy and let us play with it. That was gutsy, given that we were all pretty much 20-something snots.
I also recall what I call big ideas that you and Ray foisted upon us — the Sunday paper covering the ceremony of the Wabash light, Ray and Harold’s trip to the Jimmy Carter White House, the Jane Pauley tab, the Bicentennial edition, the 1979 anniversary edition, the Ray Kroc tab. That proved to me that it did not take a major metro to do major metro kinds of projects. Hard work — damn straight! — but rewarding, educational and, after the pain ceased, points of pride.
For all of that and more memories whose brain cells have died, I thank you, first. I thank your late, great dad. And as I often have, I thank Ray, who I generally call or e-mail on Sept. 15, the day I started at the PD (1976).
I regret I was not more appreciative at the time and that I was often a problem in my behavior. If I could take back anything in my professional life, it would not be mistakes or bad news judgments, it would be bad behavior. It’s a wonder I wasn’t fired over and over and over. I deserved it too many times. Thank you for your support.
I still have, BTW, notes you sent me, usually written in blue grease pencil if I recall correctly, complimenting the newsroom on one thing or another. Those are still meaningful and will stay in my files as long as I live.
More than you wanted to know, dmn, but I never could write short!
Peace, love and rock-and-roll,
~ Merv
and at the website link: (It’s what the folks on the time share listings category think of it.)
The time share link is:
http://www.radioad.org/whmbtv/classifieds/listings.php?catcode=Timeshare
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Follow up -- dmn
Crystal awards
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Working Days/Hours:
Mon - Fri / 9:00AM - 5:00PM
2 business days
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3D Innovation 844 560-7488 (Toll Free) or 516-837-9423 |
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1085 Rockaway Ave Valley Stream NY , 11581
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Website Link: 3d-innovation.com |
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Adam
Email: adam@u3di.com Ref: dmn:marilynmonroe
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Business opportunities, Franchises, Investments
Don't be a square...question: how many squares are there on a chess board?
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and don't suggest 64. You would be off by a factor more than x 3.
Let us show you how to improve your advertising budget in a similar fashion...by any fashion that helps.
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Frequently asked questions
FAQ: How to find local information - search by zip code
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Step #1:
Enter your zip code. The database will select all items with the first three digits of your zip code, in this case "460" which generally is a sectional center or a 50 mile radius.
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If that search displays too many results, click the box for "Exact" zip code. Then the database will select all items in the five digits of your zip code, in this case "46032" which generally is a 10 mile radius.
Step #3:
Click the "Search" button
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Frequently asked questions
FAQ: How to find specific categories and subjects
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Each data base is custom and may have different categories. Look under "Announcements" for a cross reference where to find different subjects.
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EZ Classified Advertising™, (free or flat fee classified advertising listings) a Nixon Newspapers affiliate 317 399-5131 |
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160 W Carmel Dr Carmel IN, 46032
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Willard P. Rohrer, General/Business Manager
Email: willardrohrer@hotmail.com Ref: dmn:marilynmonroe
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Frequently asked questions
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Stories, favorites and great
Jingle bells
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No matter where you go, some gremlin thinks up something to make you smile. Congratulations, Edeka.
Edeka is Germany’s largest supermarket chain. They hid 13 cameras and as customers stood at checkout counters, lights went off, but cashiers continued to scan items through the checkout. That’s when cashiers’ machines began to beep a very familiar tune!
The cashiers choreographed the holiday classic, ‘Jingle Bells’ to the delight of their customers.
Click on the video button and begin the video and let us all try to be gremlins.
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Local Yacht Club race winner get named crystal trophy
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Chic Clark Memorial
Chic Clark Cup
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US Open Sailing Championships ® |
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Follow up: call back
Project #x
Price: $0.02
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Link to checkerboard square - you may have to think of more than just what you see
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Sponsor/vender
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Alan Meininghaus
412/225-6819
Director of Operations & Rowing Services
alan@boatworkscle.com
© 2019 Boatworks, LLC
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Boatworks, LLC 216 398-7664 |
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4371 Pearl Road Cleveland OH, 44109
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Sam Patterson - Director of Sales & Sailing Services
Email: sam@boatworkscle.com Ref: dmn:marilynmonroe
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Testimonials: Eagles Nest Friendship List
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Tournament
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How do I change the paddle brand illustration? Once changed will it automatically be changed on each page?
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Playpass 814 431.9201 |
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Sean Allen, Growth Team Lead
Email: sean@playpass.com Ref: dmn:marilynmonroe
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Trademark - Indiana Expiration date 7/15/2020
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File:
Trademark - Indiana US Open Pickleball Championships
http://www.in.gov/apps/sos/trademarks/getResults.jml;jsessionid=a29kS8i3IsT8
TRADEMARK SEARCH
1 results found for: "us open"
Trademark: US OPEN PICKLEBALL CHAMPIONSHIPS; US OPEN PICKLEBALL CHAMPIONSHIP
Owner: DON M. NIXON II
Description: THE LETTER "O" MAY FEATURE A GRAPHIC OF THE BALL USED IN COMPETITIONS
Nov 12 -- 2017
Responding to your request:
If you want to know the first use of the domain and name used for my Indiana trademark, it was Jan 3, 2011 in a personal conversation and follow up correspondence with the French Lick hotel’s Dyan Duncan, Public Relations Manager.
I also visited and corresponded with Ginger Riley, the store manager for Disinger Jewelry, regarding tournament trophy specifications. Disinger's is one of the hotel’s longtime retail tenants.
~ French Lick Resort ~ www.frenchlick.com
Store Location 1: 3770 N. Newton St. | Jasper, IN 47546 | Toll Free: 1-888-DISINGER | Tel: (812) 482-4833 Bob Disinger, owner
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US Open Pickleball Championships™ 317 844-8189 |
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Don Nixon, Proofreader, Editor & Publisher
Email: dmn.ez.nni@gmail.com Ref: dmn:marilynmonroe
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Trademark violation?
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US Open Pickleball Championships™ |
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Trademark, domain name = history
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Time line:
Date of first use in Indiana
Jan 28, 2014
Letter to Terry Aug 18, 2014 and acknowledged
On Tuesday, October 07, 2014, a U.S. federal trademark registration was filed for US OPEN PICKLEBALL CHAMPIONSHIPS by Graham, Terri, Wheeling, IL 60090. The USPTO has given the US OPEN PICKLEBALL CHAMPIONSHIPS trademark serial number of 86416352. The current federal status of this trademark filing is NON-FINAL OFFICE ACTION ISSUED - CLARIFICATION NEEDED.
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US Open Projects: history - 1954
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Indiana High School Basketball - glory days single class boys tournament
Career beginning: providing sectional scores for the Peru Daily Tribune: 1954
Miami County - Bunker Hill, Chili, Converse, Deedsville, Mexico, Twelve Mile
Even the smallest schools had a place in the event and a chance to win it all. First step were the sectionals, which fed into the regionals, the semi-state, state finals (final four)
I always wondered why there was so much enthusiasm for local teams, particularly those with no chance to advance. Losing so often would be a significant discouragement but that wasn’t the way it worked. Although every round, half the participants were losers, also the same number were winners and winners at the lowest level were proud to have a notch on their belt and the losers would look forward to trying to figure out how to get on that same page.
So there was significant motivation to be hopeful for this year and next and try to figure out how to be better as a team, with all the surrounding efforts.
In that decade, high school football and basketball dominated small and big Indiana towns because there was live local radio broadcasting the events, and many fans were faithful going to home games each Friday night. Players were always interested in who had their picture in the "paper" and usually weekend shopping was done on Saturday since many stores were not open Sundays.
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Creative Thinking, Inc. 317 844-8189 |
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Don Nixon, Chief Cheerleader, Editor & Publisher, Proofreader
Email: dmn.ez.nni@ezclassifiedz.com Ref: dmn:marilynmonroe
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Stories, favorites and great
When have you experienced a life-altering phone call?
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By: Gareth Patterson, Tech Architect, started to program on ZX81 in 1981 (2016-present)
It was March, 1997…. I receive a voice mail from an old boss. On my voice mail… at my client… on a number only my fiancee knew. (Everyone else used my cell)
The message was something like: “If this is the Gareth Patterson from Halifax, this is Yo. Give me a call at XXX”
Yo was my first boss out of school. She hired me from an evening course I had in my final year of college. We hit it off. I worked very hard for her and was an excellent programmer. That was 1989–1991.
I called Yo back… she asked “Where did I call?”. I told her Brooklyn. She said she was calling a mutual friend in Orange County…. and the number was only different by the area code. (I later confirmed). We talked and she asked me what I was doing…. “I’m getting married in July and going on a job interview tomorrow in Boulder.”
Her response changed my life forever… “I’m CEO of a company in San Francisco… I’ll have an offer on your desk on Monday morning.”
She did… I accepted… and moved to San Francisco, a place I had never been to before. That was over 20-years ago and we’re still in the same house!!!
Comment
Sarah Madden
One question: Did you also marry your fiancée — or your new boss? That last sentence confused me. Either way, it’s a great story!
Gareth Patterson
Fair enough…. I married my fiancee! We’ve been married for over 20-years and have a 18-year old son and 16-year old daughter.
Yo, my boss, has remained a friend - not close - but someone who will always be an important part of my life.
Sarah Madden
Sweet. The whole story is such a wonderful way it turned out.
Nicholas DeLessio
This is going to be a silly question, but Orange County NY, or CA?
Orange County CA currently has a number that’s one digit off from a Brooklyn area code, but in the 90s, Orange County NY also had an area code one digit off from a different Brooklyn area code (it no longer does, as 914 was reassigned to Westchester County in the late 90s.)
It sort of makes sense both ways, since your boss lived in CA but you were in NY, and OC NY is in the metro region.
I have no need to know this outside of burning curiosity.
Gareth Patterson
CA… 714 and 718!
Aaron
Wow what are the odds of that!!
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