Brome Hill

Stories and more from an old Iowa farm boy and recovering newsman


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Dealing with disappointment?

newspaperThe Greater Muscatine Chamber of Commerce & Industry held its annual meeting Tuesday night.

And I have two observations:

  • Jon Stetson

    Jon Stetson

    Jon Stetson was the best after-dinner speaker I’ve ever seen at this particular banquet. I don’t know how he did the things he did, but I’m very glad he did not call on me to reveal the dark secrets kept hidden inside my bald head.

  • A table mate teased me about excessive blogging, saying she only reads some of this nonsense because she doesn’t have enough time to read all of it.

For what it’s worth, I didn’t think I had been posting that much stuff here. But my dinner companion is in luck because it may take at least a few days to recover from the disappointment I feel today. And that may mean no more blogging for a while.

Why am I so blue?

Well, I’m a little behind in my reading so I didn’t realize until today that the local newspaper on Tuesday published the photo of Muscatine Mayor DeWayne Hopkins shown here at the upper right. He was pictured with Eugene Newton and Jeanne Pankow.

me and hoppiI thought for sure this picture of, from the right, Pankow, Hopins and some big, dumb guy would be the one to get published.

Maybe next time.


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The Other NFL

Dinner

Pork. The Other White Meat was on the menu Saturday night.

After an afternoon of judging at the National Forensic League’s Eastern Iowa District Congress tournament at West Middle School in Muscatine, I was in the mood to fix dinner at home.  More on the tournament in a bit.

I headed to the newly remodeled Hy-Vee, where I bought some asparagus, potatoes and two pork chops rolled and stuffed with apples and raisin. I brought it all home, baked the chops and the potatoes, steamed the asparagus and sauteed some onion, a red pepper and a green apple. If I say so myself, it was pretty good. Thanks to the staff at the Hy-Vee meat counter for recommending the pork chops, which were on sale for $2 each.

The other NFL …

Let me just say, there are some smart high school students in southeast Iowa.

Back in the day, my high school did not have a forensics team. Or, at least if it did, I didn’t participate. So I didn’t really know what I was getting into when Anna Payne, a math teacher and the head forensics coach at Muscatine High School, asked earlier in the week if I would help judge.

But from 1:15 to 4:15 p.m., there I sat, listening to a dozen or so students debate bills they had written on subjects ranging from a proposed tax on heavily caffeinated beverages to increased aid to Nigeria to help the African nation improve its water supply.

I judged alongside the forensics coach from Columbus Junction High School, and the coach from Burlington High School, who oversaw the whole exercise. My old reporter skills have really slipped, because I didn’t write down either of their names and now I don’t remember them. But I’d like to thank them for their patience while I figured out what the heck I was doing.

It’s safe to say I may have learned more today than many of the students did. They were an impressive bunch.


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Old picture offers needed encouragement

Newer mugA picture, it seems, really is worth more than 1,000 words.

For better or worse, the picture at the right is me.  The other picture was me perhaps 15 years ago. I don’t remember exactly when the old picture was taken. My wife found it this weekend while she was going through some of her things.

I needed to see it.

You see, about 15 years ago or so, I tipped the scales at 360 pounds, the heaviest I’ve ever weighed. Since then, I’ve whittled away a little at a time. Sometimes my weight has bounced up and down, but I’ve never eaten my way back to 360.

really old mugStill, I’ve been really frustrated lately with my inability to reach and maintain my goal weight. To do this would mean finally resolving my issue with food, the thing to which I turn whenever I feel angry, anxious, sad, stressed or frustrated. It can be a vicious circle.

Adding to this frustration is the fact that my blood pressure has crept up. It’s just high enough — and has consistently stayed there long enough — that my doctor is going to want me to start taking meds the next time I see him. I’m sure of it.

My inability to fix this myself really angers me, which only makes me want to eat more. And not being able to stop this kind of emotional eating — even when I know I’m doing it — frustrates me even more.

But seeing this old picture was a good reminder of good changes:

  • First of all, why didn’t someone — before I finally figured it out on my own — sit me down and say: Chris, buy some clippers and shave off what’s left of your hair. It will look better. It can’t look worse. Trust us.
  • That beard didn’t look nearly as good as I thought it did.

More importantly, the Chris in the red shirt couldn’t have ridden a bicycle 100 miles in a day or 3,000 miles in a summer. He wouldn’t have even tried. He was a pretty sedentary guy.

If nothing else, that is no longer true. As I write this, my butt and shoulders are sore from the weights I lifted Saturday, which included:

  • Bench press — 3 sets of five repetitions with 205 pounds.
  • Squats — 3 sets of five repetitions with 225 pounds.
  • Dead lifts — 3 sets of five repetitions with 225 pounds.

Today, I led an indoor cycling class at the Muscatine Community Y. Monday, I will lead a group fitness class.

It’s hard to know where you want to go if you forget where you’ve been. I needed the reminder of that old picture. It will help motivate me to keep going forward. And to never give up.

The alternatives aren’t pretty.

 

 

 


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1963: The United States in pictures

Riders read their morning newspapers on New York's subway en route to work, on April 1, 1963 after the end of the city's 114-day newspaper strike. (AP Photo/Jacob Harris)

Riders read their morning newspapers on New York’s subway en route to work, on April 1, 1963 after the end of the city’s 114-day newspaper strike. (AP Photo/Jacob Harris)

Live your life ever day — day to day — and it becomes easy to forget how much Life In These United States (as they used to say in Reader’s Digest) changes through the years and decades. This link to the Atlantic is a good visual reminder of how much the nation has changed in the past 50 years. It’s worth your time to spend a few minutes looking at the 50 photographs.

 

 

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