The things Jews endure

It's almost Hanukkah. And that pretty much explains why my husband, son, another boy and I were forced to stand in front of a microphone in a crowded church basement singing four verses of Ma'oz Tzur at an unbearably slow pace in an almost unobtainable key.

At the end of each verse I kept thinking, this will be over and then we can go home. But not before I stepped on a plate of barbecued meatballs a child left on the floor. And then, in an attempt to balance my slide, I put my other foot down in a plate of mashed potatoes and creamed corn.

Sacred Moment

Today, my son and I played our first duet on the piano. It was incredible -- being fully in the moment with him, working to create something beautiful. It started haltingly, as each of us messed up on our parts. Then we got into a rhythm together. We smiled, laughed and applauded our accomplishment. I stepped aside from the piano and cried silently.

Parents, please!

This message is to all parents who have wondered if you should allow or should not allow your child to participate in an activity: USE YOUR COMMON SENSE!
  
My husband purchased a Red Rider BB gun for my son when he was about 5 years old. We waited until he was 8 to give it to him. We spent several afternoons on his grandmother's acre of land teaching him basic gun safety and giving him the time to learn how to load, aim and shoot the gun responsibly. His targets were empty pop cans and zombies drawn on paper plates. He had his safety glasses on so as not to "shoot his eye out." An adult was with him at all times.

  
There is absolutely no reason a 9-year-old should be learning how to shoot an uzzi, even if it is at a shooting range under the guidance of a gun instructor.

No matter what the rules allow, no matter what the guidelines recommend, no matter what a licensed professional says  -- you are No. 1 in keeping your child and others safe.

Allow me to repeat: USE YOUR COMMON SENSE! 

Sustainable solution

For Mother's Day, my son and husband gave me a bag of seed potatoes, 100 red onion sets and some asparagus. I excitedly accepted my gifts, all the while thinking in my head, "Where do they think I'm going to plant all of this?"

My little backyard garden has barely enough room for four tomato plants and a couple of yellow squash or zuchinni plants, in addition to my perennial alpine strawberries, thyme, chives and sage.

I spent couple of days pondering where to establish an asparagus bed and find room for potatoes. My husband and I looked over the bare spot left from our son's sandbox that we gave to the little girl next door last fall. He proposed building a raised box there. But we already were enjoying having enough space to maneuver around the apple tree again.

Then a possible solution occurred to me. For the past couple of summers my neighbor has been going to Kenya to visit her aging father. Would she be going again this summer? And could I use some of her raised boxes while she's away?

"Plant whatever you want," she responded, excited to have me put her gardens back in use. So now I'm growing onions and potatoes in the yard next door. Even with that, I still had potatoes and onions left to plant at my mother-in-law's.

Catch the Cougar

My son decided to run the Congdon Cougar Chase 5K this year instead of the 1K as in years past. He  joined the after-school running club and trained for about a month, building up to and completing some 28-minute runs on the Lakewalk. On Saturday, that work paid off when he ran 3.1 miles on a sodden, hilly trail at Lester Park in a downpour of rain, in a time of 30:27. He finished 47th out of 140 runners, and 8th in his division of 9-year-old boys.


He and his friends got drenched, mud-splattered and tired, as witnessed in these before, during and after shots. But they had a lot of fun. The Congdon Cougar that they chase stayed dry under an umbrella and -- very suspiciously -- wasn't muddy at all.

A lack of standards

Since I left the Duluth News Tribune as managing editor in 2008, seldom have I commented on the changes that have occurred since the break-up of Knight Ridder and sale of the paper and its other local publications to Forum Communications. On Sunday, while glancing through the Budgeteer News, I paused at the by-lined story on Temple Israel's upcoming Scholars-in-Residence program.

Since the story was credited as a work of Duluth Budgeteer News reporter Teri Cadeu, I expected to see some original reporting and writing. Beyond the byline, not a single word was original. The article was the press release from the synagogue published verbatim. I know, as I had posted parts of the release on the synagogue's Website the previous day.

Back when the Duluth News Tribune purchased the Budgeteer News and other local publications, I was charged with working with the editors of those publications to raise journalism standards and to foster sharing of news coverage among long-time competitors. Many participated, along with reporters and editors at the Duluth News Tribune, in sessions I led on journalism ethics and standards, including issues such as plagiarism, accepting items of monetary value from sources, and the use of anonymous sources.

One such session specifically outlined the use of press release material in reporter by-lined or newspaper-credited stories. Facts could be used -- as long as they were verified independently. Quotes could be used -- only if those sources refused to be independently interviewed and we reported in the story that they were being cited from a news release. Writing needed to be one's own; the lifting of phrases or paragraphs wasn't allowed unless credited as part of the news release. Failure to follow these guidelines resulted in discipline up to and including termination from one's job.

Sadly, I'm not surprised or even that upset about what I found in Sunday's Budgeteer News. It's simply a level of standards I've come to expect.

"Spring" Break Duluth Style

My son's "spring" break from school began a day early, due to the 7 inches of snow that fell in Duluth. The snow was heavy and wet -- great for making snowmen and snowballs, but difficult to shovel. We've gotten 117 inches of snow so far this winter, making it Duluth's 7th snowiest.

Almost there

One of my son's weekly chores is to take the kitchen and bathroom trash out. He usually does this on Friday mornings before heading to the bus stop. But school is on mid-winter break this week.

Fortunately, he took out the trash and I delivered the compost to the bin on the other side of the house on Thursday just before we left for the ski hill.

On Friday morning, he awoke to a new chore -- digging a path to the garbage and recycling bins while his father shoveled the steps. Given 14 inches of snow fell, wind gusts of 25 to 30 mph created some major drifts between our house and the neighbors', and the snow is up to his shoulders in some places, this may take a while.

"Almost there," he reported, coming inside from his first round of shoveling. To me, it appears he's halfway to the bins.

No worries. I'm expecting an automated call from our trash carrier saying that due to the storm our scheduled trash pickup has been delayed.