Monday morning QB
Happy Groundhog Day!
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It must have been an awesome Super Bowl last night.
I missed most of the action because I was in the air, somewhere over Pennsylvania for most of the game on my way back to Toledo from a weekend in New York City.
When we left LaGuardia, it was almost halftime. When we landed, I quickly got an update on my phone and saw how close the score was.
After debarking, most of the passengers stood around the TV in the gate area and watched the conclusion. It was an exciting finish. I tivo'd the game but doubt if I'll go back and watch it. Maybe just the halftime show with Bruce Springsteen.
I didn't have any personal stake in the outcome except that I admire Cardinals' QB Kurt Warner for his integrity, his real-world Christianity, and his rags-to-riches story. I also like the Steelers because Ben Roethlisberger is from northwest Ohio and Nate Washington is from Toledo. Other than that, I have no strong loyalties either way. It was just nice to have a good close battle like last night's game.
I hope Warner doesn't retire after this year, as he said he might, but I'm sure that whatever he decides will be the best choice for him and his family.
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We lost two major arts figures recently -- jazz saxophonist David "Fathead" Newman and author John Updike.
I was greatly inspired by Updike when I was a teenager and read his "Rabbit Angstrom" novels. He had terrific literary skill, with a use of words that were colorful and expressive albeit a bit flowery and dense in parts.
Updike was very open and honest with his writings, getting into the complex and often unflattering thoughts and emotions of average people in average cities or suburbs.
I finally got a chance to meet him when he was in Toledo to give a lecture in 2002. I got him to autograph "The Afterlife" and we chatted about his essay in the New Yorker on 9/11. John Updike was a great writer and his books helped me appreciate his literary flair and insights.
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Fathead Newman was not only a talented jazz artist but also a sweetheart of a guy. His catchy nickname was a total misnomer, he was anything but a "fathead". He was intelligent and softspoken, a deep thinker and a true gentleman. He had been the musical director of Ray Charles' band before going off on his own to enjoy a long career as a bandleader, composer and soloist.
David came to Toledo at least once a year and was good friends with Clifford Murphy, Claude Black, and Joan Russell, playing with the Murphys Trio at their jazz club here. He recorded a live album at their club here and I always enjoyed talking to him.
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While in New York over the weekend, I met up with some friends from high school and we had a great time on Saturday night just wandering around Greenwich Village and Soho.
On Sunday, I went on a photo expedition around the city. I also did some on-site research for my novel, which is set in Lower Manhattan. It was nice to see the actual streets I've been writing about and get some new background detail for the book.
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Every time I'm in New York I try to go to Strawberry Fields in Central Park. When I got there yesterday afternoon, it was almost 40 degrees, which felt balmy compared to the bitter cold the preceded it.
There were at least 50 people sitting or standing around the John Lennon "Imagine" mosaic. A trio of musicians sat on a bench and played Beatles songs -- "Don't Let Me Down" on acoustic guitar stands out in my memory.
It's amazing that John Lennon still draws people together even on an ordinary, non-special-anniversary day. Every day of the week, every week of the year, now more than 28 years after his senseless death, people still come to this little spot in Manhattan to remember his music and his life. That's quite a tribute.
While classically trained or jazz virtuosos have disagreed with me, Lennon was a musical genius in his own way. He knitted melodies and harmonies and rhythms and words in ways that touched people's hearts and crossed all generational and social barriers.
Lennon was a fiercely independent person and a free thinker whose music will never lose its magic, for me or his many other millions of fans.
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Toledo, Ohio
Feb. 2, 2009






