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21 Feb

Big Rapids “Tour.”

Just posted my remarks from Big Rapids in the Document section of the blog memory bank. Lonnie and I visited Great Lakes Book & Supply where I was able to meet John Bronco Horvath, who played hockey for me in the 1970s (son of John “Gypsy” Horvath). Bronco now has a son who is a senior hockey player at Big Rapids High School. Boy, does time fly. Bronco was a smallish guy, but did he ever compete! Now quarter asked or given!

Last night we we talked at the Big Rapids Community Libary. Nice folks, not far from the Bullshidos’ fishing camp. Shaksper’s first road trip: he did great, efgen with the midnnight long walk on ice so he could work up a you-know-what! He loved the elevators and riding on the baggage cart. Today he met two English sheepdogs at the Rockford rest area and was overwhelmed by their unbridled enthusiasm. He backed between my legs. Funny!

Also today, Lonnie coined a word. You know those plasstic bags that get thrown out of vehciles and wind dreies them up into roadside trees? Plurds. Plastic = Turds. Hilarious, especailly since many city folk use the white bagews to pick up dog droppings during walks. Plurds. Pass it on!

Photos from  yesterday’s festivities follow:


Left is Lynn, honcho of Great lakes Books, and right is Carrie Weis, Co Chair of the Sixth Annual Big Rapids Festival of the Arts. Great hosts, fun people. Lynn is aunt to Chuck Bibart who worked with me at Upjohn in the old days.


Trading stories with retired DNR fish biologist Jeff Green.


Informal talk at Great Lakes Book & Supply.


Bookstore chitchat


Big Rapids is home to Ferris State University. Woody Ferris, who founded the school was governor of Michigan during Red Jacket and is in fact a character. Irony?


Our favorite store sign: Means Treasure and Pleasure Inside.


Great Lakes Book & Supply, Big Rapids


Lifeforms of the Third Floor


Hey, I like riding on the baggage cart. Let’s do the elevators again!


Big Rapids Community Library



Green Streamer in the Snow. Third Floor Room is NOT convenient for dog’s nature calls…

17 Feb

Mail Call

Last night I checked email just before I headed to bed and found a note on my website from Laura Reed Davis, who grew up as a game warden’s daughter and now lives in West Branch. I was really moved by this note, happy the Woods Cop stories have stirred positive memories for her, and I hope for others who once wore green and gray. Before posting it, I sent her a note asking if it would be okay and here is her reply:”Of course. And by the way, I sure wish I knew if some of the old ‘blankets are still kicking–we were in Crystal from the mid- to late-fifties–if there are, they’d be in their 80s–not much chance, i’d guess. (I can still smell that damp, green wool, when dad came home from patrol. and he’d pop a Stroh’s and groan with fatigue as he bent to unlace those tall leather boots…so many memories!).Laurie

Wow. By “blankets” she means “Horseblankets,  a term I invented to describe the old officers who wore the old wool coats,  never  thinking to shorten it to “Blankets.” Outstanding! May have to be a title in the series.

Now, here’s Laurie’s original note. If you are a CO, know a CO, love a CO, love the outdoors, anyone, you’ll find this interesting and moving, I think, a daughter’s love for dad. I reminds me so much of families of current officers I’ve had the privilege of  getting  to know. She wrote:

“I like your writing. Have just discovered the Woods Cop series and
am thrilled. My dad, Frank Reed, was a CO; when we lived in Crystal Falls,
he was known as Bud, later known as Igor, out of the Indian River post. I
see so much of him in Grady–big guy, 6\’4 and had to have his uniform boots
special made at size 15EEEEE. He taught me how to see, and to listen. To
filter out all but the most elegant and essential. He is gone now, but in
your tales, I have rediscovered my love and respect for him and what he did.
It was an indescribable blessing to help rear wild orphans; fawns,
ducklings, \’coons; tramp the rock outcroppings at Horse Race Rapids almost
every weekend; camp out in old army tents that smelled of paraffin; we swam
in Lake Superior until our limbs were stiff and lips purple, Mom waving
frantically and shouting from the shore to COME OUT OF THE WATER, YOU\’LL
FREEZE TO DEATH! When dad took me with him to blow up a beaver dam, we had
to take the critters in the live traps to another spot miles away, and he was so careful, so quiet
and reverent, I was in awe. He tied flies and cooked and played a mean Scott
Joplin or Leonard Gershwin on the piano and sang in a beautiful and rousing
tenor. His career ended as a CO, just shy of his 20-year retirement, when he
was surrounded by a gang of deer poachers he had been investigating, alone
in the dark with their spotlights blinding him, staring down the barrels of
a shotgun, and having five children (the younger ones still in school)he
felt he could no longer risk his life. He was an accomplished and highly
awarded Sharpshooter, and a relentless champion for justice in the wild; yet
he turned away from the toothless old man with a thick Polish accent, boots
mended with electrical tape, who was netting Sucker and had a rudimentary
smoker on site. Warned the old man not to let anyone else see his smoke
trail. He was my hero. I don\’t expect a reply from you–just wanted you to
know about  one more of the fantastic, dedicated, intrepid officers who once
roamed the forests of da yoop…and let his \”favorite daughter\” tag along.

Laurie is a pretty good writer in her own right, eh? Two  measly degrees hee this morning, supposed to be 43 tomorrow, a familiar tale from a “temperate zone!” Meanwhile, it was minus 18 in Crystal Falls this morning. Actual, not wind chill.

12 Feb

International Game Warden Magazine Reviews Red Jacket

Dear Joe:

I reviewed Red Jacket in the Winter 2012-13 issue of International Game Warden, just out this week.  The original text of the review is below (I don’t know how much it was edited for the magazine).  A PDF tearsheet is attached.  Good book.  Looks like it must have been a lot of fun and work to research it and write it.

Gerry Lister

So, I have reviewed several books by my old friend Joseph Heywood in this column in the past.  Those of you familiar with the column, or Heywood’s previous work, will be familiar with the very well written and entertaining “Woods Cop Mystery” series featuring Michigan Conservation Officer Grady Service.  Joe advises that the next Woods Cop book is due out in 2013.  In the meantime Heywood and Lyons Press have published the first in the new Lute Bapcat Mystery series.

“Red Jacket” is a historical mystery set in 1913 in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, the same area where the Woods Cop novels take place.  The protagonist, Lute Bapcat, a former Rough Riders sniper alongside Teddy Roosevelt, returns to the U.P. after the Spanish-American war and became a trapper.   As the State Department of Game, Fish and Forestry begins to hire their deputy wardens through the civil service process rather than through patronage appointments, Bapcat is recruited to police Keweenaw and Houghton counties and to try and put an end to market hunting in the area.

As a copper-miners’ strike looms, Bapcat, his expatriate Russian sidekick Zakov, and their fellow deputies begin to make strides towards bringing the residents of the area into compliance.  But it appears that the mining companies are setting out to deplete the wildlife populations in other ways. 

This book is full of richly portrayed characters and historical references.  Although the main thread of the story is fictional, it is set against a backdrop of actual events and actual historical figures involved in the strike and the other activities in the area.  One such character is George Gipp, who was immortalized by Ronald Regan in the movie “Knute Rockne, All-American” and by the famous line “win just one for the Gipper.”

The story is very well written and involved, using the various true events to support the premise of the story.  Without being aware of the factual nature of much of the novel, it is still a wonderful re-creation of a rough and tumble time in Michigan’s history.  After doing some side reading about the actual events and figures woven throughout the story, it becomes readily apparent that author Heywood is a very gifted writer.  His ability to craft a fictional game warden story, while still remaining true to the history of the area, is nothing short of remarkable.

I have previously stated that of all the game warden fiction I have read, Heywood’s novels tend to stay more within the realm of actual game warden work than most others.  In “Red Jacket” he doesn’t vary from this assignment – this novel is planted firmly within the game warden genre as well.  However, the historical nature of this novel takes it in an entirely new direction for Heywood.  I reviewed another historically-based game warden novel in the Fall 2010 issue, but unlike “Omerta” which was more about a murder investigation than game warden work, “Red Jacket” is quite the opposite.

Other than being a very intriguing and well crafted story about game law enforcement work before the First World War, I found the book offered a spin-off benefit of educating the reader about some actual events in the history of Michigan and its labor movement.  I was compelled to go on the internet and read about the copper mining strike of 1913 and was quite surprised to find out how much of the story was rooted in fact.

The ending of the book disappointed me somewhat, as it was not fitting of the build-up towards it, but in hindsight I don’t think it could have ended much differently, without seriously altering the historical details.

I’m not sure what other historical events of significance took place in the Upper Peninsula in the ensuing years, but I’m sure that Heywood is already figuring out how to intertwine them with the further adventures of Lute Bapcat.  I’m looking forward to the next instalment.



12 Feb

Random Dramaramas


Shkakaamik kwe, Terra Mia Madre,

We  who bogwatch  the world sent haywire-a-twirl

Puff-smoking twisted fingers of sweetgrass,

Muscle cigars braided  from your own Earth’s hair,

greened fair by time, we do  pray you aren’t alopecian,

 Balded  in service to the greed for holy smoke, da DUM


We who face the garden of our beasts,

Da DUM, vulture capitalists aboundering,

Bolus of Poilus pullulating scarlet pain

Of  theys’ threatened off-shore portfolios,

Frou-frou, flecks of flux-flex

We hear the tin-tongued Anemoi

Of Foxing$, and Jesu warning us: Beware of Wolves, Da DUM.

Stupid peoplersons barge straight ahead,

Seldom swerving, which is all well and good

Until the  pesky switchbacks pop up, or hairpinineties right,

Can you see the way Einstein saw, in his mindset,

Elevators elevating with him  both insidey and out?

A true Cubist, that boy, simultaneity and all,

I crave carved pizza on Fat Tuesday, Saint Epicureanus

Save me unflagrante stiletto, heeled with bulk, please,

Sundering bifurcation from the dietitious path, da DUM


I pampervate my fin –de-siecle whiskerings,

Up north listening to Tradio

And not a single suit-guy voice aired.

Iambic sintameter propelling

Better than electricity, the battery being genetic

Boosted from within, and not some foolish damn

Recharging station near  fast food eatfastnluridlies.

See, you doesn’t has to just

Trip lively in the neverness of nothingness


In ouren aardogvarkian insoisolation.

Wading upstream can teach lessons not remembered

Until later, when they may most be needed, boss.

Even upstreaming in the face of swamp-tides we are

Carried along by waves of dreams, like salmon seeking natality.

We can’t know why there are more questions than answers

(Or outlive them and us But think mostly I don’t care, Da DUM.

In the heart of The birthocracy of sentimartial America

I need me my gun. Da DUM-DUM (so-called)

The quadrafraudal electdelusions leave me gap-toothed,

Shocked  down to my ohshitmitt, I prefer the trout whores of Americ,a Da DUM


Came a knight on the Ile in Parrey ondasanequay,

In a black fedora, fumblings in darkling corridors,

Redolent with les truffes and Chanel, Da DUM.

Cheap wine of buckchuck will buff glass-bellied hair of hubris,

Slicker than your no-nick-real-slick Gillette.

Puttin off the livertarianus vulgarianensis, a group fug

Boarding the gangstaplanking of the USS da DUM,

Home-ported in the U.Assoveh, Planet of Wackydoom,

Land of noctifphobic

Nyctophobic, achluophobis


Prepostmonsrously speaking.

I no longer wear  mein Bike or pilotgoggs

Whilst gouging wood with my dremmel

Or scented shags of yore for that mater.

What good language, if not for play?



[Portage, Feb. 12, 2013]

11 Feb

“The Next Big Thing”

“The Next Big Thing” is an Internet meme – defined as a concept that spreads person to person (like an STD?) via the Internet. According to Wikipedia,” the concept of meme was defined and described by Richard Dawkins in his 1976 book, The Selfish Gene – an attempt to explain how cultural information spreads.”  I remember the book, but not the concept of meme, which probably  reflects how little from the book stuck. So it goes.

A week or so ago I got a note from my colleague Zinta Aistars telling me about this meme-thing and asking if I would participate. The “Next Big Thing” is a deal where authors tag other authors and in doing so talk about our work. Idon’t really know what tagging is either, but I said I’d give it a go, here tiz. I’ll post this on my blog and then transfer it at some other moment, when I get the green light from Mz. Z.

The first author I want to tag is Henry Kisor. Henry Kisor is the retired book editor of the Chicago Sun-Times as well as the author of three nonfiction books and three mystery novels. He is also the co-author of one children’s book.

He is the author of a series of mystery novels set in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, Season’s Revenge (2003), A Venture into Murder (2005) and Cache of Corpses (2007). A fourth novel, Hang Fire, is forthcoming. I love his series, set in Porcupine County (which will seem a lot like Ontonagon County to some readers.).

His nonfiction works are What’s That Pig Outdoors?: A Memoir of Deafness (1990 and 2010), Zephyr: Tracking a Dream Across America (1994) and Flight of the Gin Fizz: Midlife at 4,500 Feet (1997). The Flight of the Gin Fizz is a terrific book about learning to fly when you are an adult. And deaf.

Henry’s books have been published abroad in German, Dutch and United Kingdom editions.

Kisor writes two blogs, The Reluctant Blogger and The Whodunit Photographer.
He was the book editor of the Chicago Sun-Times from 1978 to his retirement in 2006, after five years in the same position with the old Chicago Daily News.

His reviews and articles have appeared in the New York Times Book Review, the Los Angeles Times, the Washington Post and on Between 1977 and 1982 he was an adjunct instructor at Northwestern University’s Medill School of Journalism. From 1983 to 1986 he wrote a weekly syndicated column on personal computers that appeared in the Chicago Sun-Times, Los Angeles Herald-Examiner, Orlando Sentinel, Seattle Times and other newspapers.

He was named a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize for Criticism in 1981. The Friends of Literature awarded him the first James Friend Memorial Critic Award in 1988 and the Chicago Foundation for Literature Award for Nonfiction in 1991 for What’s That Pig Outdoors? In 1991 Trinity College awarded him an honorary Doctor of Letters degree. In 2001 he was inducted into the Chicago Journalism Hall of Fame.

Educated at Trinity College (B.A., 1962) in Hartford, Conn., and at Northwestern University (M.S.J., 1964) in Evanston, Ill., Kisor began his newspaper career in 1964 with the Evening Journal in Wilmington, Del.

He winters in Evanston, Illinois, and summers in Ontonagon, Michigan, with his wife, Deborah Abbott. They have two grown sons, Colin, an attorney with the U.S. Department of Justice (m. Melody Pershyn), and Conan, a corporate communications editor and writer for the Boeing Company (m. Annie Tully). They also have two grandsons, William Henry Kisor and Conan Emmet Kisor; two granddaughters, Elizabeth Maria Kisor and Alice Flynn Kisor.

Next on my list is Robert Linsenman. If you’re  a trout fisherman, you’ll already know who Bob is. But later this year his first novel will debut —  about dog handlers in Vietnam, and called Snowblood’s Journal. Bob doesn’t have a website. Yet.  But keep an eye out for the book.

My third writer is Poet Ken McCullough, poet laureate of Winona, Minnesota. Ken McCullough’s most recent books of poetry are Obsidian Point (2003) and Walking Backwards (2005), as well as a book of stories, Left Hand (2004). He has received numerous awards for his poetry including the Academy of American Poets Award, a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship, a Pablo Neruda Award, a Galway Kinnell Poetry Prize, the New Millennium Poetry Award, the Blue Light Book Award and the Capricorn Book Award. He has also received grants from the Witter Bynner Foundation for Poetry, the Iowa Arts Council, and the Jerome Foundation to continue translating the work of U Sam Oeur, survivor of the Pol Pot regime in Cambodia. Sacred Vows, a bilingual edition of U’s poetry with McCullough’s translations, was published in 1998. U’s memoir, Crossing Three Wildernesses, co-written with McCullough, was published in 2005. McCullough lives in Winona, Minnesota with his wife and younger son. He is an administrator at Saint Mary’s University of Minnesota and teaches writing courses for the Hawk’s Well Literary Center.

Ken and I were baseball teammates in the UP in the summer before my sophomore year. Like me. he was an AF brat, but unlike me who stayed to attend Rudyard High School in Chippewa County, Ken went to a private school in Delaware. Terrific poet and good guy.  He was one hell of a baseball player too. And a trout fisherman.

My last tag is Michael Delp, who is well known to a wide audience as poet, essayist, and short story writer.  

Michael Delp is a writer of poetry, fiction, and nonfiction whose works have appeared in numerous national publications. He is the author of Over the Graves of Horses (Wayne State University Press, 1989), Under the Influence of Water (Wayne State University Press, 1992), The Coast of Nowhere (Wayne State University Press, 1997), and The Last Good Water (Wayne State University Press, 2003), in addition to six chapbooks of poetry. He  taught creative writing at the Interlochen Arts Academy and received several awards for his teaching.

He is a magician with language and image, Mike is retired from Interlochen Academy, but still actively helping young writers.  Also a fine and passionate fisherman.

Tags done, now the meme requires me to answer some questions:

Q: What is the working title of your current/next book?

JTH: September 2012’s book was Red Jacket and that’s my most recent:  The next book, set for April 2013  is Hard Ground, Woods Cop Stories, and next  September will be the 9th in the Woods Cop Mystery Series, this one entitled, Killing A Cold One.

Q. Where did the idea come from (for the next book)?

JTH. In 2011 my wife and I were driving north for our 5-month stay in the UP and as I drove I got to thinking about all the experiences I had doing patrols with Michigan Conservation Officers all around the state – in my 13th year now – the equivalent of a full year of patrols under all sorts of conditions. And it occurred to me I had so much that would never fit into a novel I wondered if some of the stuff might serve as catalysts for short stories and between May and September I wrote 30 of them.  Happily, these will be published in a couple of months.

Q. What genre does the book fall under?

A. Short stories. Beyond that, I couldn‘t categorize. They cover a wide range of possibilities.

Q. What actors would you choose to play the part of your characters in a movie rendition?JTH. I wouldn’t. Books are one thing, films a whole different creature in which I don’t have much interest. Though I love to watch movies, just not in crowds. Seriously, I try to leave some ambiguity with my characters so readers can apply their own imaginations and descriptions. As soon as I name an actor, that wipes out all that imagination and inserts another reality.

Q. One sentence synopsis of my book?

JTH: Conservation officers encounter  mind-boggling situations, from an Elvis Impersonators get-together, to re-locating bears, notifying next of kin, handling vehicle accidents, and encounters with persons who would fit nicely into Neptunian society.

Q. Books self-published or represented by an agency?

JTH: Lyons Press Globe Pequot has published my last ten  and will publish the next three. My editor  at Lyons is Keith Wallman. My agent, with Harold Ober Inc of NYC is Phyllis Westberg.

Q. How long did it take to write the first draft?

JTH: Four-five months for 30 short stories. Up at 0300 every morning, worked till 6, back to bed till 9, then up for the day to hunt agates on Lake Superior, or go trout fishing – from May through September.

I guess that does it. A meme: Who woulda thunk it?

28 Jan

News Flash From the Western U.P.

This hundred-pound wolf was hit and kileld by a vehicle yesteday (Jan. 27)  on US-45, south of Watersmeet. CO Dave Painter responded to the call.

Classic pose to exaggerate wolf size

Classic pose to exaggerate wolf size.

WOLF_017 WOLF_019

27 Jan

Reading Before the Ice

Ice storm predicted for evening, we had a great turnout in Portage today, where I read short stories and signed books. One ofthe days highlightw was seeing my old Fid’s Bar/Studio teammates and friends Bob Surdy and Tom Berghuis.


(L) Marsha McKenzie, our host from the Portage Public Library and old friend; and Gloria Visser, owner of the outstanding independent book seller, Kazoo Books.


Display for the event, presented by the Library.


Da Crowd…



Reading from short story collection.



Portage District Library

23 Jan

That Time of The Year


Winter garb always at arm’s length.

Snow, dreaded snow, but one member of da pack loves it.


Hey, this snow is way cool!

Hey, this snow is way cool!




Lake Effect

19 Jan

Saturday Night, Mostly Alive

File-fishing the past two days,  Day 9 of the cold, but the mend-trend is clear and upward now.

Scrips-Howard News Service reported, July 3, 1994 that Australian scientists studying the genetics of flower colors have identified a blue flower gene in the petunia and are in the process of transplanting it into roses.  Our neighbor Michelle puts something copper into ground at base of her hydrangea, and turns it a luscious blue, not genetics necessary. Wonder how the rose experiment is progressing.

Huckleberry Finn on corn.: “There ain’t nothing in the world so good when it’s cooked right.” And Huck didn’t even get to taste Michigan corn, the poor lad.

From the May 22, 1995 US News & World Report: The average human sperm cell is only 0.002 inches long. In last week’s nature scientists reported that a fly named Drosophila bifurca produces sperm cells more than 2 inches long – 1,000 times longer than human sperm and 20x the length of the fly itself. Maybe it’s because bifurca’s testes amount to 11 percent of the male’s dry body weight?  Jumbo sperm, noted the scientists, seemed to confer no advantage to the fly or may any evolutionary sense.

Wall Street Journal front page, March 13, 1995. Back in my day this page had the best written feature stories anywhere. The story  was written by Marcus W. Brauchli, the  Date Line,  HONG KONG–  It’s winter, when a lot of people are getting sick, and the Yat Chau Health Restaurant is jammed.

            Today’s lunch crowd is particularly demanding. Even before he eats, a 61-year-old retired truck driver complains of indigestion and dizziness. A 30-year-old messenger gripes as he sits down that he has lost his appetite and has been having stomach trouble for a week.

            Wong Ping-kwan, the restaurant’s thoughtful host, listens sympathetically and jots things down on an order pad. But unlike your conventional maître d’,Mr. Wong doesn’t recommend dishes, he prescribes them.

            Have swollen neck glands? Try chicken ands sea horse stew. Feeling dizzy? Perhaps some fried rice with wolfberries.

            To foreigners, such preparations might sound like snake oil. But they aren’t.Snake oil, Chinese herbalists say, is for sexual potency – and for restoring general health. Says Doris Ho, the manager of Singapore’s popular Imperial Herbal Restaurant: “Each year, I get there snakes, cut them, put the bile with wine and bam! Very good for the system.”

I once drank viper blood at a roadside stand near the jungle outside Jakarta. Can’t say I enjoyed it, and knowing you have ingested deadly venom does not make the pooch perky, if you get my meaning.

And finally I ran across an E-mail from God, my long-time fishing partner. Dated 9-21-94: Joe, Have you heard about the report in “Nature” that a team of U.S. Canadian and Singapore scientists have produced transgenic salmon that gre an average of 11 times bigger than a control group? Could you imagine 200-500 pound salmon? The biggest one was 37 times bigger than usual – maybe 800-1,000 pounds. Now, if they can just develop some 10-pound alewives… G.”

And remember you have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which, an alarm goes off by going on. English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race, which of course, is not a race at all. That is why, when the starts are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out they are invisible.

I think of a line by  writer B.R.Myers that “a wild landscape can bestow epic significance on the lives of its inhabitants.” And then I think of the U.P. and think, yah-sure, youbetcha. Over.

18 Jan

Excerpts from College Entry Essays of 1980 High School Graduates

HS: Writing samples from Class of 1980.  And education is suddenly questionable? Could it be that by and large a large number of 17- and 18-yr-olds are not very competent at anything, and never have been? Just wondering out loud. Over.

“I believe that the people of Michigan have had it way to good and that it is time for us to put our priorities back into perspective and to live a little bit closer to the ground.”

“One of the changes I expect to see in my friends is more appreciation of the many luxuries we have at home which we approach departure from.”

“Among these four men lies our next President.”

“So upon reaching graduation I feel that I had success in not only the accedemic areas, but also in the non-accedemic areas. The feeling of accompolishmehnt was well-rought.”

“It has been far too long that we have been carrying this countries people on it’s back.

“I would like to stay in the state of Michigan because to me it has everything to offer in spite of riots, taxes, and other assorted odds and ends.”

“Virginity is rarely lost after marriage.”

“The topic of abortion touches many areas of misconceptions.”

“In the growth and maturity of my mind, and as I start to think more about my future, I believe living in Michigan will hinder or diminish my success.”

“Until such time tht Michigan has the unproper sphere of living and working conditions I shall deem it satisfactory for my needs.”

“Florida is the state which most associate with sin and women but not to relatives.” [Good, in-breeding ain’t for the faint-hearted.

“Guns or butter? It is a very serious question….I personally believe that the U.S. should use a 6:4 ratio in resolving this problem.”

Television can be used very effectively for teaching but hey, let’s all admit it who would watch a self development program if it was shown in the same time slot as Jonny Carson’s Tonight Show?”

“In the past it was thought that if a nuclear war ever got started, that the hole world would be blown up.”

“Maybe if mankind respected each others abilities rather than trying to compete with them we would be a happier group of people.” 

“However, if the youth of today are prone to sex and violence at great lengths of time social deviance could occur.”

“The answer to the ‘television craze’ of America is moderation, the two key words of the world.”

“There are good shows like the Waltons and Little House on the Prarie that most of us stick our noses up to, including myself, because they are too drab, not enough sex and violence.”

“TV is a good way of education, it’s just that shows are terrible.”

“Like as the violence increases on the programs it also increases in the real world, a long with out folkways, movies, and personal valuesl.”

“Up to this point my education has been a success in the area of curriculum that was required by my high school to take certain classes.”

“The sky during the day was so clear and blue that it made it easy to see all the thousands of stars at night.”

“When a child shoots his mother, kills his brother, or rapes his sister, that’s when it is time to make a change.”

“Taking your education and future seriously may better yourself for the rest of your life”

“Technology has accomplished everything from going into space to beating an egg while still inside its shell.”

“As America enters a new decade, visual changes become more apparent.”

“Understanding oneself and your world around them can only benefit.”

“We began watching television before we could speak or write a full sentence of English.”

“Many students from my school have never been to a large city and vice versa.”

“Education to me, goes beyond reading books and learning about the revolution of man.

“The people of today will change to become the people of tomorrow.”

“Time never stood still for a moment.”

“In a lot of television shows, everyone goes out with everyone else, and if things don’t work out for them they get divorced.”

“TV can succeed radio because you can see along with hear. And newspaper because you can take in more from watching, so I encourage it from all angles.”

“For the minor majority of the extremely wealthy, it is not a major problem as of yet.”

“That’s what influences me the most, when I take time out to sit down and listen to a candidates views instead of walking into the booth in November and pulling a lever that I know nothing about and electing him for President.”

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