The Empty Tomb

I don’t usually re-post, but I’ve decided for this Easter season, it would be appropriate to continue this as a tradition for the extra followers than a year ago. So, for my new-found friends, this is for you. And for my regular readers, this is a reminder.

There are two “major” celebrations on the church calendar – Christmas and Easter. One we celebrate with joy and festivity. The other we generally celebrate quietly, with a little more reserve and certainly a lot more reverence and solemnity.

easterThe latter, of course, is Easter – actually a compilation of the days that begin on Palm Sunday and end with Christ’s resurrection, encompassing His passion and His reprehensible death along the way.

But to look at the Easter season with sadness, I feel, is missing the whole point. These few days are the foundation of our entire faith. Without the pain, suffering, death – and most important – resurrection, Jesus was just another kind-hearted man with a vision.

Certainly, the agony is worth remembering. In fact, the agony is worth feeling. But it is the resurrection we should focus on … and that should give us reason to celebrate – really celebrate.

When I was growing up – as, probably, most of us can remember – the emphasis of Lent was denial. And being just average kids, we looked forward to Sundays because we could “forget” the denials – candy, ice cream or whatever. It was a “day off.”

Then came Holy Week. The palms were nice, but again, the focus shifted immediately into the passion and for the next few days, Jesus’ suffering was drummed into our heads. Good Friday was a day of quiet, reflecting on Jesus’ death.

Somehow, that was almost the end of the message. Easter Sunday was anti-climactic. We spent so much time dwelling on the death of Jesus, His resurrection almost got lost.

At Christmas, we celebrate the birth of Jesus. Despite the commercialism that has grown, as a faith community we can sense the joy of the season. It is truly a celebration.

What about Easter? Is that same joy present? Is there any joy present?

I don’t think so.

Over the years I’ve theorized about why. Perhaps it is because there is no fixed date. Perhaps it is because we are, generally, still depressed from a long winter.

But perhaps it is also because we reduce the entire Lenten season – particularly Holy Week and Good Friday – to the suffering Jesus. As humans, we don’t like suffering … in ourselves or in others.

As a result, our minds and emotions shut down around Good Friday. It’s just too painful for us to watch this Jesus die this death. It becomes even more painful when we consider He died for us, our sins contributed to the weight of the cross, the sting of the nails, the labored breathing, the disgraceful death.

The focal point of the season should be 36 hours later … Easter, the empty tomb. We should have our eyes on that empty tomb at Easter – just as we have our eyes fixed on the crib at Christmas.

While sharing the Eucharistic meal, we should recognize the Jesus of the empty tomb. While recalling the passion of Jesus, we should be looking to that empty tomb. While reflecting on the crucifixion, we should contemplate its meaning as a necessary step from this world to the empty tomb. As we ponder the mystery of the risen Christ at Vigil, Sunrise or Easter services, we should see the mystery in light of that empty tomb.

A moved rock, nothing but a shroud, an empty tomb. That’s the foundation of our faith. Jesus’ resurrection makes it possible for us to be resurrected. And just as Jesus replaced His spot in the tomb for a place at His Father’s table, so, too, will our tomb be emptied and we will join Father, Son, Spirit and our fellow believers at that same table.

That’s cause for celebration.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Because my God lives, I live in resurrection hope.

This originally was written while I was editor at the Catholic Standard, newspaper for the Archdiocese of Washington, DC, and re-published in my newspaper, Reveille/Between the Lakes. I thought I would share it with this audience as well.

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The Chatterbox Drive-in

One of my greatest pleasures is listening to Internet radio while on the road. The broadcasts could be from anywhere, putting a spin on the records being spinned,

1028151852One of my Internet finds was Doc South’s Show (http://timetravelispossible.com/OurInternetRadioStation.html) where, during the summer, he actually broadcasts from a ’50-’60s diner in Augusta, NJ, the Chatterbox Drive-In (http://chatterboxdrivein.com/). Doc made the site sound interesting, so on one of my trips to Jersey, I decided to stop in for dinner … and immediately was swept back in time. This is truly a ’50-’60s drive-in from the era of Happy Days and American Graffiti.

I’m a sucker for nostalgia. We have two throwbacks here in my neck of the woods which I frequent, Connie’s Diner and Mac’s Drive-In, both in Waterloo, NY. But, the Chatterbox caught me completely off guard. It wasn’t really a remake of a drive-in diner, but the real deal with plenty of windows showcasing the goings on inside and out.

1028151829Inside the restaurant is a large circular dining room with plenty of tables for both you and all of your friends. In the center is a stage that usually hosts a classic car, hot-rod, motorcycles or anything else of interest. The walls are bedecked with memorabilia, with Elvis or his contemporaries crooning softly over the speakers.

1028151830The food, likewise, was a blend of old time favorites — juicy hamburgers and deep fried hot dogs — to more modern fare like salads and seafood and wraps. I had the Classic, a classic burger, grilled to medium rare  and served on a kaiser roll with lettuce, tomato and onion for slightly higher than the ’50s-’60s, but still within the inflation rate at $7.99. I substituted the French fries for a overflowing plate of beer battered, whole onion rings, fried golden brown. And I washed it all down with an old fashioned root beer float for $3.49.

10281518541028151853I visited in October, but during the summer, May to September, the joint apparently comes alive with special events — Bike Night every Thursday … Corvette Night every second Friday of the month … and every Saturday, classic cars and hot rods fill the parking lot while DJ Doc South spins old records all night long. That’s not only the promo from Chatterbox owners, but from other news and personal reports I’ve been able to track.

RESIZEDSo, thanks Doc South. Thanks Chatterbox Diner. I think I’ll be planning a summer road trip to Augusta, NJ, and some of my Sussex County haunts and hangouts.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Fools rush in where fools have been before.

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Five Minute Friday — Alive

Surprise! It’s Friday and I’m venturing into my Five Minute Friday mode. Like I said, Surprise {okay, that was last week’s prompt word … a little carryover}.

This week’s prompt courtesy of Kate Motaung (http://katemotaung.com/2016/03/24/five-minute-friday-alive/) is ALIVE. I’ll set the timer, let my fingers do the pecking and contribute my post to the 100-plus strong writing flash mob known as Five Minute Friday. Do stop by and see what these incredible {mostly} women share.

It’s time to GO

It’s good to be alive.

Truth is, we don’t always feel alive. We’re often burdened, tired, beat down. We go through the motions, but the heart and soul just don’ exude the passion for life.

We’ve all been there. I’ve been there. And it’s not just after a loss or a setback. Life sometimes can suck the — well — life out of life.

I know that’s especially true after the loss of a longtime spouse, parents, siblings or close friend. What’s the point of going on? The hole in your heart is pretty big. Been there. Done that.

It’s good for us to remember on this Good Friday there was a band of disciples who had their lives turned upside-down as well. They were scared. They were numb. They went into hiding … fully expecting those who crucified their Leader could very well be after them next.

And I think their faith may have been shattered as well — or at least … STOP

whatever faith they had. They believed in Jesus. He was not only their friend and confidant, He was the expected Messiah … the Deliverer from bondage … the Healer.

I don’t think they fully understood all that. I think they were looking on a human plane and didn’t grasp the words and teachings of Jesus until later.

For now, they watched Him beaten, battered and crucified — a very ugly way to die. The religious leaders of the day — through the Romans — didn’t just want to condemn Jesus. They wanted to make an example of Him. They wanted to quell this insurrection once and for all, small as it was.

Those disciples had every reason to be afraid. Those disciples had every reason to retreat. Their faith in Jesus was tested and challenged.

That all changed a few days later when the women went to anoint the body, only to find it was gone. And as Jesus started to appear to them, their eyes were opened. Their minds were opened. Jesus’ teaching suddenly made sense. He was speaking on a different plane. He was talking about spiritual deliverance.

He’s alive! And because He’s alive, I can face tomorrow … and the next day … and the next day until I become alive with Him, not in the physical sense, but in the spiritual sense.

One of my favorite Christian songs is Because He Lives. Another is He’s Alive. And in keeping with the theme of this week’s prompt, I’ll share Dolly Parton’s rendition of He’s Alive.

It is what gets me through the dark days.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: If you want to make God laugh, tell him your future plans.

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In the Blink of an Eye — The Final Five Months 5

Rejoice in hope, be patient in suffering, persevere in prayer …
Romans 12:12

We finally sprung Mom from the hospital on Sept. 1, but it was quickly evident she was getting weaker and weaker. She fell a couple of times at home because she “didn’t want to burden” to me. The radiation, while working on shrinking the tumors in her brain, left her completely wiped out. And, as it turned out, her weakened immune system allowed the cancer cells in her liver to attack again with a vengeance.

She did complete her radiation Sept. 16, but was in pretty much constant pain. The doctor thought it might be a muscle bruise or bone injury from one of her falls and suggested a bone scan. We both knew it was more than that. Mom said she didn’t want any more tests, so we opted to wait out our next appointment with Dr. Ignaczak the following week.

wedding 2I may not have wanted to face it, but Mom knew this was the beginning of the end. When we saw PA Dr. Tracy Meyer, she was still going by blood work from Mom’s hospital admission. As she was talking to us, Dr. Ignaczak knocked on the door, sat down and gave us the news. The cancer had returned — both in Mom’s liver and lung. There was nothing more that could be done. It was too soon to restart chemo and too extensive for more radiation. The best they could do was keep Mom comfortable until it was time to let go. The doctors estimated a couple of weeks. We got a couple of days.

Mom was so weak. But she was still stoic. We conference called you guys Tuesday afternoon with the news and, thank you from the bottom of my heart, for your response and quick arrival. All she wanted was to see her kids again.

The plan was for me to give you the letters and sentimental “things” to remember her by after she died. But when you all got there by Thursday night (Sept. 25), she wanted to say goodbye to you kids personally.

I know it was emotional for you guys, just as much as it was for Mom and me. But she wanted me to let you know you all were her life. In her letter to me — yes, she wrote one to me as well — she wanted me to make sure each of our children knew, though she made a lot of mistakes along the way, she did her best and above all, she loved you with all her heart and soul … unconditionally.

Mom had a rough Thursday night/Friday morning, but we were able to talk alone, walk down Memory Lane again and say the things we wanted to say to each other. Early Friday morning, she said she was tired of hurting. I told her it was okay. This journey hurts — and it will hurt — but we would rather hurt than her. When she was ready, just go. Our Lord was waiting.

urn 1She was basically unresponsive all day Friday, Friday night and Saturday morning, but her breathing became more and more labored. At 12:35 p.m. she opened her eyes and we all gathered around her to tearfully say goodbye. She took her last breath at 12:38 p.m. on Saturday, Sept. 27.

I don’t know much about the mechanics of death, but I do know Mom faced it with grace and dignity. There was no apprehension. There was no tension in her hands. It may not be scientifically nor theologically true, but I believe her eyes opened to the glory of eternity as she saw her Lord and Savior come with open arms to embrace her and bring her to the Father.

She wrote to me, “Ready or not the Lord is going to bring me to a new home. I’m not sure He’s ready but who am I to question? I do wonder what it is like. I guess we are always afraid of the ‘unknown’ and, trust me, I’m no different. Eternity is a long time. Do you think I’ll be charged with cleaning? Maybe cooking? Wow, can you imagine the kitchen I’d have there? I could do the cooking and be in heaven … literally. The only thing I know for sure is that there will be no more cancer, no more tears, no more tiredness or sickness, swollen bodies from fluids and poisons. Just, joy, laughter, praise, worship and glorious peace.”

serious frontMy prayer is when it is time for me to join her, I have the same peace, grace and dignity.

Which brings us to the next chapter … It’s All About Faith.

To be continued …

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: If you let God navigate, you’ll find all the time you’ve been blown around, you were actually storming home.

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Five Minute Friday — Surprise

I was going to surprise everyone and actually post my Five Minute Friday on Friday. But, alas and alack, my day sort of got away from me with some unexpected surprises, so you’re stuck with me again on Saturday.

As I’ve stated numerous times, I am always pleasantly surprised with the work my fellow writers turn out for this very special exercise. We meet at Kate’s place (http://katemotaung.com/2016/03/17/five-minute-friday-surprise/) and greet and cheer each other through the link up. It’s a special place … and always filled with surprises.

Hmm. I’ve used the word “surprise” quite a bit in those two paragraphs. SURPRISE. That’s this week’s prompt! The timer is set for five minutes so, let’s GO

We’ve all experienced surprise. Sometimes it’s a disruption to our plans. Other times, it’s a pleasant diversion.

Surprise, of course, is something that happens that is completely unexpected. But as I think a little deeper, I think surprise should really be the norm. Life is a surprise — sometimes good, sometimes bad. We have no idea what our steps will look like from one day to the next, one hour to the next, one minute to the next. We like to think we do, but often serendipity or quirks surprise us. We head in one direction and … in the blink of an eye … we’re heading down a different path. It’s neither good, nor bad. It just requires an adjustment.

I’ve learned to live each moment as best I can … simply because we don’t know what the next moment will be. I’m not surprised by surprises anymore. When I was younger, I might have dwelled on the abrupt revisions to my plans more — or enjoyed them more. But now, I realize surprises are a part af life. I might just as … STOP

… enjoy them or learn from them or, at the very least, accept them and know tomorrow is a new day … with new challenges … with new expectations … with new surprises.

I often chuckle at my regimented friends and those self-help gurus who insist the only way to live is to have a “plan.” I don’t scoff at the idea — you have to sort of know the direction you’re hoping to travel. And it takes a lot of commitment to reach your goal. I profess, however, there is a huge difference between a goal and a regimented plan. I tend to adjust to circumstances rather than get frustrated because my plans have been altered.

And I keep coming back to that old saw … If you want to make God smile, tell Him your plans. In my lifetime, I’ve kept God in hysterics.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Smile — you do NOT own all of the problems of the world. A smile can brighten the darkest day and make life more beautiful. It is a potential curve to turn life around and set everything straight.

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In the Blink of an Eye — The Final Five Months 4

Rejoice in hope, be patient in suffering, persevere in prayer …
Romans 12:12

The euphoria that maybe, just maybe, we had dodged a bullet came to a screeching end the Friday night of Aug. 22, appropriately while we were watching Monk. We were both in our chairs when Mom started to twitch. In fact, it was her hand movements that caught my attention. I jumped up to see what was wrong. The left side of her face was contorted. She couldn’t talk. Her left hand was twitching. I immediately called the doctor who told me to get her to the hospital.

I got her up, put on her coat and headed for Clifton Springs. I just held her hand all the way, telling her everything was okay. She couldn’t talk, just make grunting noises. Ironically, as we approached Geneva Hospital, which I was considering stopping at, she seemed to come out of whatever happened. She started to talk, but didn’t particularly remember what had happened or why we were in the car.

By the time we got to the hospital, she appeared to be almost back to normal. The ER doctor said he thought she may have had a mini stroke and ordered blood work and a CT scan. Everything came back normal, but he admitted her for observation. Saturday she seemed fine, but Sunday, her motor skills started to deteriorate. By Monday she started slipping back and by Tuesday, she was completely out of it. She had to be heavily sedated in order to get the high contrast CT scan done. Dr. Ignaczak waited for the results and gave us the news. The cancer had spread to her brain, like a shotgun scatter. He recommended radiation, which was started less than 24 hours later … the first of 10 full brain treatments.

cartoonShe looked so helpless just lying there, bruised and restless. She wasn’t eating – actually hadn’t eaten anything of substance since Sunday (Aug. 24) – and was real weak. I forced her to eat some sherbet Thursday night (Aug. 28) and Friday morning she started to perk up. By Sunday (Aug. 31) – our 40th anniversary – she was alert enough to enjoy your presence at our celebration. I know it was a surprise for Mom, but when she got into the dining room and saw all you guys, she simply said, “Surprise!”

It isn’t exactly the way we planned to celebrate our anniversary, but it was a blessing to get to it at all. Having you guys there made it ever so much special for both of us.

To be continued …

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: STOP thinking too much. It’s alright to NOT know ALL the answers. Sometimes there is no answer, there is not going to be an answer or there never was an answer. THAT is the answer! Just accept it, move on, NEXT!

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Five Minute Friday — Share

Welcome to this week’s installment of Five Minute Friday. The exciting part is we get to express ourselves on a specific prompt word for five minutes, then share our thoughts with over 100 other writers, also expressing themselves. We congregate at Kate’s place (http://katemotaung.com/2016/03/10/five-minute-friday-share-2/) … and frankly, that’s the place to be. There is so much talent there, reflecting a wide range of thought in a variety of writing styles. It’s worth the visit.

This week’s prompt is SHARE. The time is set for five minutes, so let’s GO

The whole purpose all writers write is to share their thoughts. That’s especially true for bloggers. We have something rolling around in our mind and we NEED an outlet for those thoughts to escape through our fingers and onto the screen.

Everyone has a story to share … a good story, a bad story, even an everyday, ordinary story. And everyone should share that story or those stories. It’s what connects us. My story — or a piece of it — might resonate with you. Your story — or part of it — might be the words I’m looking for today.

Over the years, I have shared my many, sometimes crazy thoughts on my blog. But I also share words of encouragement to my friends, family and prayer partners at least weekly and visual thoughts that catch my eye daily on Facebook.

I think that’s part of our commission as humans. And it certainly is part of our commission on the spiritual side. We are commanded to share … STOP

… our faith. Not preach our faith, but share our faith through everyday life. I’d like to think my small contributions do just that — share the gospel not with rote words but through written experiences that reflect the amazing gift of faith I have.

Perfect? No!

Flawed? Certainly!

But, most important, I know I’m forgiven!

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Do NOT compare your life with others. You have NO idea what their journey is all about. If we all threw our problems into a pile and saw everyone else’s, we would grab ours back as fast as we could.

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In the Blink of an Eye — The Final Five Months 3

Rejoice in hope, be patient in suffering, persevere in prayer …
Romans 12:12

I suggested to Mom we might consider going to Illinois for Stacia’s graduation in early June. In typical Mom fashion, she thought of a 1,000 reasons why it was a bad idea. I told her it was her call, but if she felt up to it and the doctor thought it would be okay, we should go.

That was the weekend before her second round May 27-29 and I just left the option open. We never really discussed it further or made any plans … until she surprised me Wednesday (May 28) when she asked Dr. Ignaczak if he thought the trip would be okay. He thought we were crazy — okay, so we are — but said it was okay. He gave us a list of phone numbers to call in case we had a problem and ordered enough “emergency” medicine to take on the trip.

So, when we got home, I had to scramble to plan a trip, find hotels, rent a van, etc.

stacia gradMom wasn’t feeling great, but good enough to head on the adventure. We spent a lot of time talking … about our life together with its ups and downs … the crazy adventures we’ve had … the joys and sorrows of almost 40 years of marriage. We cried a lot — especially when Remember When played unexpectedly on the radio or we saw something along the way that struck a special chord.

Mom wrote in her journal, “I really wanted to see all my friends again and who knows if I’ll ever get the chance again.”

We made it back … 1,994.1 miles portal to portal on eagle’s wings! In my updates, I reported, “Thank you for all your prayers, support and the friendship we have. The trip itself, I think, was a success. Karen got to see some of her long time friends and just visit and catch up face to face over a cup of coffee or glass of iced tea. It was good to see her smile and even cry tears of joy. We spent a few days with Joe (our oldest son), trying to optimistically temper the reality of the situation with him. He hasn’t quite accepted it yet. He could use some prayer. The graduation went well. In fact, our ex-daughter-in-law reserved the front row for us … best seats in the house … even better than our own kids’ graduations! I’m glad we traveled in faith and I think Karen was, too.”

The only ill effect of the trip was a low white count, which delayed Mom’s last round of treatment by a week. When those lab results came back, all the tumors had shrunk significantly and her LDH levels were close to normal. Or as Mom said, “Praise the Lord!”

wedding 2With the preface of “If we hadn’t started the treatments, we wouldn’t be here talking,” Dr. Ignaczak said the results from the treatments were exactly what was anticipated, although you never know how a person is going to react. He said the first round cycle of chemo is typically the most effective. He was pleased with the progress to date and said the cancer seems to be under control and contained. We set up a follow-up plan. She was to go back for an x-ray and blood work in September and then every month thereafter unless, of course, something changes … breathing, persistent pain, fever, etc. He added she recovered quickly, but cautioned she could turn back just as quickly. “So,” she wrote, “I am taking things one day at a time and I’m grateful for each day I’m blessed with.”

On Aug. 2, Mom wrote how good she was feeling. “I’ve tried to do something each day that makes me happy,” she wrote. “Yesterday we went to BJ’s. Today Joe took me to see Mama Mia. I enjoyed that movie so much! It’s the best I’ve seen in a long time. Then off to Wegman’s for a few groceries … Just trying to enjoy each day.”
Her last entry was Aug. 11. “Thank you Lord for another day. The sky has been so blue and white fluffy clouds. Thunder last night but beautiful during day.”

To be continued …

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: No one is the reason for your own happiness – except YOU, yourself. Waste no time and effort searching for peace and contentment and joy in the world outside.

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Don Bosco Tech … Another Visit

It took me just under 50 years to revisit my alma mater — Don Bosco Tech in Paterson, NJ. Saturday, I made another trip there. Unfortunately, it is likely to be my last.

2015-03-07 15.15.49The Salesian school was sold to Paterson Public Schools, who now run it as Don Bosco Technology Academy — a nice touch keeping the history — housing middle school ESL students from Schools 5 and 27. It was slated for the wrecking ball last year, but lack of funding spared the bricks and mortar. Jason Velante (DBT Class of  ’95), currently an English as a second language teacher for Paterson Public Schools, set up the tour of the building last year.  As he did a year ago, Velante arranged for a second tour this year.

I walked down Memory Lane a year ago {https://wisdomfromafather.com/2015/03/08/don-bosco-tech-yesterday-today-forever/}. I took another stroll this year.

The DBT experience transcends graduating classes. We are family. We are brothers. We share the Salesian experience and grounding that spanned from 1948-2002. Despite our graduating year, we shared similar stories. The cast of characters may have been different year to year, but the script was pretty much the same.

classroomI don’t think there were as many alumni this time around. But there was a big difference — I was able to hook up with an actual, breathing classmate, Jim Schillari, and a friend a year behind, Joe Rendzia. So, as we toured the three floors of the former mill-turned school, we could reminisce about actual names and experiences. The walls talked to us. The classrooms came alive. In fact, the original {like in the mill} oak flooring was still intact and you could see the ghost trails of chalk dust from many target practice by our teachers. We still couldn’t get into the tech building (asbestos and off limits) but from the third floor of the main building, we could see the remnants of our lab through the windows. And we could “hear” the lathes of Machine Shop and Industrial Woodworking or the idle — and sometimes revved up — engines in Auto Mechanics. And vividly remember our class trip to the World’s Fair. Our graduating theme — as outlined in Tradewinds, was “The fair adventure of tomorrow.”

I'm flanked by Jim Matthews and Jim Schilleri Saturday

I’m flanked by Jim Matthews and Jim Schilleri Saturday

Along the way, we connected with other younger alum. Jim Matthews — a decade or so years my junior — recognized me from the blog, so we had a chance to visit in person. He brought his daughter Tara with him to the old stomping grounds, and I sensed there were more spouses and children this time around.

Jim was valedictorian. I was ranked somewhere in the top 10 — I don’t remember, but it might of been four or five — and we got a chance to visit with another classmate, Charlie (Rev. Charles) Parr, retired priest of the Diocese of Paterson. He, by the way, was ranked sixth in our gigantic graduating class of 70. So the trip to the past was extended well beyond our two-hour walk-through to about a seven hour trip back in time. And the stories we shared …

front doorI actually had seen Charlie about 23-24 years ago while he was attending classes at Catholic University. I was working at the Catholic Standard in Washington, DC.

The three of us reminisced about our experiences Jim and I noted we were taught by example and trial and error. Projects didn’t always work out, but Fr. Jim (Chiosso) and Brother Don (Leach) made sure we learned by our mistakes.

Jim went to Stevens Institute of Technology and became an engineer in California. When the market slowed, he opted for UCLA Law School and began a career in law. Now retired and living on Long Island, he is thinking about applying to the New York Bar.

Bill Endres, Carm DeRosa and I make sure Dan Rankin, Tom Murphy, Mike Dillard and Bernie Spirito don't get into too much trouble at the World's Fair.

Bill Endres, Carm DeRosa and I make sure Dan Rankin, Tom Murphy, Mike Dillard and Bernie Spirito don’t get into too much trouble at the World’s Fair.

Charlie, of course, followed his dream of the priesthood and spent a lot of time in education — from kids to young adults to adults and even priestly formation. He wasn’t in Electronics, but opted for Woodworking. In Charlie fashion, he looked at us, pointed to Frank and said, electronics … lawyer, then at me, electronics … newspapers. As for himself, “I followed Jesus, a carpenter.”

I put my electronics skills to good use. I started in electrical engineering and ended up at newspapers … which is probably a good thing because electronically, if I engineered something the toilets would probably flush. My stint as a correspondent for basketball and baseball at DBT opened the door to the Sports Department at the Paterson News, then sports editor at the New Jersey Herald, then production manager/vice president at the Belvidere (IL) Daily Republican/BelRock Printing, then as associate publisher of the Toledo (OH) Catholic Chronicle, then as editor of the Washington (DC) Catholic Standard and now as publisher of the Reveille/Between the Lakes in Seneca County, NY.

tradewindsLife had taken us in different directions, but we all agree out roots were firmly planted at 202 Union Boulevard.

As is often the case, through the years, we lost track of each other. Coming from a wide geographic area didn’t help. I have just six Facebook classmate friends and maybe eight or nine total from DBT.

But as we tried to piece together the fragments of the past 50 years, we noted we’ve lost many … others we know are quite sick. But in our hearts, they are all friends.
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So, here’s our gigantic Class of 65 and where they were from at the time of graduation. If anyone can provide any updates, I would love to know.

Joe Barrise (Paterson), Danny Barteluce (Maywood), Robert Beck (Clifton), Andrew Bello (Jersey City), Dennis Besida (Saddle Brook), Rich Bottino (Little Falls), Harold Bruckner (Teaneck), Richard Connor (Rutherford), Rich Daken (Totowa), Joe Dapassano (Totowa), Carm DeRosa (Paterson), Mike Dillard (Totowa), David Dillon (Belleville), Frank (Tommy) DiStefano (East Paterson), Larry Dolan (Maywood), John Dowling (Paterson), William Endres (Fair Lawn), Leo Fitzsimmons (Paterson), Joseph Fusco (Jersey City), Jack Galoyan (Paterson), Mario Gillio (East Paterson), Bob Glinka (East Paterson), Frank Goss (Hackensack), George Hamlin (East Paterson), Frank Hanna (Paterson), Dennis Haraka (Clifton), John Hayes (Union City), Bart Iurato (Paterson), Dennis Kaczka (Lincoln Park), James Kelly (Paterson); William Klein (Wayne), Ray Konopinski (Bloomingdale), Ed Korczynski (Passaic), Ken Korndorfer (Rochelle Park), John Leibrecht (Paterson), Ray Leszczynski (Jersey City), Mike Maggi (Totowa), Robbie Maimone (Clifton), Bruce Matthew (Kinnelon), Ed McBride (East Paterson), Stephen Menconi (Clifton), Thomas Murphy (Maywood), Tim O’Brien (Paterson), Tom Palinski (Wayne), Charlie Parr (Paterson), John Paul (Clifton), George Raineri (Paterson), Daniel Rankin (Jersey City), Doug Ruland (Little Falls), Joe Sapinski (Paterson), Matt Scheer (Passaic), Ken Schroeder (Wayne), John Scillieri (Little Falls), Charles Scimeca (Fair Lawn), Vincent Seminara (Clifton), Daniel Sheridan (East Paterson), Randy Shope (Saddle Brook), Al Simmons (Maywood), Robert Simons (Kearny), Leo Sopuch (Paterson), Louis Spinelli (Paterson), Bernie Spirito (Clifton), Ray Tahan (Paterson), Stephen Varcadipone (Wayne), William Vogel (Paterson), Michael Watson (East Paterson), Joe Wos (Garfield), Jim Yamroz (East Paterson), Fred Zahn (Clifton) and, of course, yours truly (Totowa). Hopefully we did our part in making our tomorrow a day of hope.

dbtYes, Don Bosco Tech as we knew it may be crumbling, but the spirit and camaraderie across decades proved again Saturday the DBT spirit is alive and well … no matter what year you graduated. We all had “Remember …” moments.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Time heals almost everything — give time, time. Pain will be less hurting. Scars make us who we are; they explain our life and why we are the way we are. They challenge us and force us to be stronger.

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Five Minute Friday — News

Thought it was about to link up with the Five Minute Friday crew at Kate’s place (http://katemotaung.com/2016/03/03/five-minute-friday-news/). After all, it is Saturday.

The five minute prompt this week is NEWS, prompted by the good news (??, a double edged sword??)  Kate has signed a book contract and is now swamped with edits and revisions. Go Kate!

So, in answer to the pondering questions she posed — and which all writers ultimately face — “Who really cares? And what’s the point?”  and her {our} answer, “We press on, because deep down we believe it’s worth it,” here’s my weekly contribution. The timer is set, my tongue is firmly lodged in my cheek and my fingers anxiously await instructions from my wandering mind, so let’s GO

This should be my bailiwick. After all, for the past half century or so I’ve been in the news gathering and dissemination field. But it really isn’t. It’s more complex that just putting a string of words together.

We all have news to share … good news, bad news just pain ordinary information {news} to share. Sometimes people are interested, other times, not so much. But we all have a story to tell and news gatherers recognize that. Some of you may remember the concluding line from the old TV series The Naked City  … There are eight million stories in the naked city. This has been one of them.”

That’s why we write.

I often thought about news reporting in ancient times. No, I’m not talking about when I started in this crazy business, but waaaay before that … like in the time of Jesus.

We have news reports from Matt, Mark, Luke and John, but, like yesteryear’s reruns, they sometimes get lost in translation. We weren’t there. We’re not accustomed to the norms of the day. We can’t understand the psyche of the contemporaries of the day. And we certainly can’t understand the motives behind their writing. They had a purpose. They had an audience that has stretched from … STOP

… their time to ours — and they lost some people along the way.

We’re not the same audience. We live in a different time and sometimes it’s hard to relate. Their writing was a compilation of events explaining this phenomenon of Christianity as a way of sifting the fact from the fiction.

I often thought it would be a challenge to write Christ’s story from a news perspective … you know, like a reporter for the Israel Daily News. I can envision a “report” of the star over Bethlehem, some of the events in Jesus’ life, His final days, the empty tomb, reactions from the people He touched. And all of this presented as a “news” chronicle of the life and times of Jesus.

I don’t know, maybe some non-believers or skeptics might be actually read it. What do you think?

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: What others think of you – is NONE of your business. It’s how much you value yourself and how important you think you are.

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