Sunday, November 8, 2009

Day 16494 Meeting James Ingram


December 17, 1994

Last Wednesday had an interesting episode with a celebrity in the hotel. Laurianne was in the Grill having a drink and reading the newspaper after work. With only one car, she was waiting for me. As I walked in I noticed James Ingram sitting at a table in the corner alone. I had met him a couple days earlier. He was performing with Peobo Bryson, Roberta Flack and Melissa Manchester in “The Colors of Christmas”, at the Ordway. Looking over to him I said hello and introduced him to Lauriane. He said, “Would like to join me for a drink.”. I first said no, thinking it was late but Laurianne said why not.
For the next 45 minutes we drank, ate and talked. He is originally from Akron, Ohio, now lives in LA. Married to the same gal for 20 years, he has 6 children 19-2. I was most impressed with his down to earth attitude. A son of a deacon he was very religious. Many times he spoke of his gift and talent, truly enjoys using them for the pleasure of others.
Mentioning that I had met a person who owned one of the recording studios in LA, I wondered if he knew him. Telling me a few names, I thought I recognized one. He had worked with Disney on the movie sound track for Cinderella, singing one of the songs in it. Asking him which song, I wasn’t sure which one it was so he sang me a little of it. We were thrilled.
He had just been in Toronto with the tour, a representative from Disney met him and presented him with the golden record. Cinderella sound track had been out only a month. He said, “Disney doesn’t miss on much.”
We talked athletics; he received a track scholarship for college but chose to go into music instead. Still working out doing training to do the quarter mile. Still can turn out a 58 sec time.
I had a greyhound, so did he. His chicken club came but it was too much for him. Insisting that we both take part of it, we picked away. He paid the bill. Laurianne was asked by him to figure out the tip. He signed his check James Edwards.
Last Thursday we were given tickets and back stage passes to see the show. After enjoying a wonderful performance we went backstage, got our picture taken with Melissa Manchester. Didn’t have a chance to see James. I sent a card to all of them thanking them for the special time.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Family Blueprint




By Don Boxmeyer, staff writer for the St. Paul Pioneer Press



When John Thomas began a construction project last summer, it was like shaking hands with his grandfather, a gifted home builder who has been gone for more than half a century.
John is the chef concierge at the Saint Paul Hotel, a fresh white shirt and polished wing tip job if ever there was one. In fact john is the only Minnesota member of Les Clefs dor, an international association of hotel concierge.
But John also has this thing in him, this aspiration, this necessity, that makes him want to build homes. The grandfather he never knew built some of the finest and most durable homes in St. Paul and it a strange but beautiful quirk of fate last summer that allowed john to “meet “his father’s father on the job.
I knew his elation because my grandfathers were also builders. One was a carpenter and the other a stone mason. When I was a high school student, I had an opportunity to work with the mason, to use his tools and begin to learn how to lay brick and set stone, an artistic pursuit I could never get enough of. I still have his old steel wheeled mud buggy, an ancient wheelbarrow that I know he helped me push.
I was very young when my other grandfather died, but I have many of his carpenter tools in my woodworking shop. While modern power tools are more convenient for making furniture, I seize on any chance to the ancient wood mallet with my grandfathers initials carved on it, his chisels and beveled squares and the series of old Stanley block planes that were passed to me. I work with these tools even if I don’t have to because it gives me a chance to communicate with Christian Frederick Boxmeyer, the carpenter. His hand guides mine, I know they do.
So when John began telling me last summer, I knew there had to be a reunion between this modern builder and the late Franklin Holman Thomas.
John, 49 never knew his grandfather who died in 1943. But John was always fascinated with the life of Franklin Holman Thomas, a machinist by trade who also got a college education and became the first principal of the St. Paul Boys Vocational School at 14th and Jackson streets, the long gone predecessor of the St. Paul Technical College.
Grandpa was also a skilled carpenter, John says, and during the summer vacations he would lead a crew of students in the construction of homes primarily in the Macalester-Groveland area. He was so good that he sometimes built two or even three homes in a summer.
Between 1922 and 1930 Franklin built at least a dozen homes on Berkeley, Stanford, Wellesley, St. Clair , Randolph, Cleveland and Niles . Thomas’ trademarks of the homes were their “one drop” stone floors in the kitchen , fashioned from tile and marble from Drake Marble Co. in St. Paul.
John knew this because when he was very young he took an interest in architectural drafting and building, later becoming a home builder himself. He painstakingly researched the home his grandfather built , visiting many times and even duplicating the original plans for a few of them, including his favorite , a two story home on the 2100 block of Berkeley.
Last summer, John left the concierge business to go into sales and then construction, succumbing, he says, to the old “seven Year itch”. The Saint Paul Hotel called him back this December , but one of his first building jobs last summer was an assignment to build a three season porch on a home on Berkeley just off Cleveland Avenue.
How far off, John wanted to know. His boss told him.
Is that house blue? John asked and his surprised boss said, “Why yes. It is a blue house. “
One of his grandfathers houses, John thought. It was his favorite of all the houses his grandfather had built.
“It was very special to work on that house. “ John said. “Even though the work I did was on the far side of an addition built after my grandfather completed the original house, I could see there were certain trademark touches, such as some elaborate cornices that made his house really special”
This home has a delicately carved fascia decoration over the front entry that John is even duplicating on his own house. John’s grandfather used the carving, done by a vocational school instructor, sparingly but effectively elsewhere in the house; around the fireplace and framing the pillars of the front entry.
“We are fortunate there is such a good record of his building” says John, who is back to being a full time concierge at the Saint Paul Hotel. In his spare time he is rebuilding a 1970’s home he and his family live in on Juno Ave. in St. Paul.
Yes, he says, Franklin Holman Thomas is his inspiration. He is there when John needs him.

Here is a video I did on the addition of a second story to my house. During this work we lived in the house.  This part of the project took just over a year from July 1999 until December 2000, moving into the space by Christmas. 
 

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Day 6953 Jimi Hendrix Concert Minneapolis Auditorium, November 2nd, 1968


Raucous Anthem Ends "Experience"
A raucous rendition of the Star Spangled Banner in this year of the rejuvenation of the anthem brought to a crashing close an electronically charged Jimi Hendrix Experience concert in the Minneapolis Auditorium Saturday night. What an experience it was listening to and watching Jimi Hendrix!

His biggest hangup is that he creates so much excitement that he must compete for attention with the audience and all the security measures to protect him from the audience. There were more than 80 ushers, about 20 police officers, 10 of Hendrix's own security men, some Hennepin County deputy marshals, and according to a crack from Hendrix, some narcotics agents, "enjoying" the Experience. And some of the loudest sounds in a night of mighty amplification were the sighs of relief heard from the officers when the concert ended and the estimated 7,500 persons in the audience did not charge the stage.

From the moment he appeared onstage with drummer Mitch Mitchell and bassist Noel Redding, the 22 year-old Seattle-born Hendrix had the audience with him. Mostly youngsters, the audience surged to the stage-front as soon as Hendrix appeared, and this move chased us backstage from where we watched and listened to the one hour performance. Fire marshals tried to get the audience back to their seats ... so did a local radio station disc jockey, who sounded as if he would cry if the concert could not continue. "We'll never be able to get great talent like this back in the Twin Cities if we don't sit down. Please sit down," he pleaded. No one budged. Hendrix made a half-hearted appeal. No one moved. Guess who won the struggle?

So with kids - thousands of them - jammed against the stage, Hendrix and cohorts rocked into their program (after some delays because of trouble with amplifiers, a source of difficulty for nearly all acid rock groups): "Are You Experienced?" "Foxy spangled spectacular. As if to rub it into those who have made an issue of the singing of the anthem by Aretha Franklin and Jose Feliciano in recent months, the Hendrix Experience charged wildly into the song.

Drummer Mitchell, a 24 year-old Londoner, went off on his own on a smashing solo; 23 year-old bassist Redding (also from England) set the pulsating pace; and Hendrix hurled himself into an atonal, quavering improvisation - barely touching upon the melody of the anthem. This version made those of Aretha and Jose sound like a Sunday school class sing-a-long.

Hendrix, often an exciting guitarist and a good blues vocalist, ended things with his biggie, "Purple Haze," and the throng of kids - their appetites apparently satisfied - stood silently, seemingly stunned for awhile, before trudging slowly from the auditorium.


P.S. Jannie said "Let's run the stage". Couldn't say no since the great seats we were suppose to have in the front row of the balcony ended up in the back of the auditorium, what seemed like miles from the stage. As we approached the front others in the room thought the same, by the time we reached our destination for the total concert we were behind 3 people, feet from Jimi. Our ears missed none of his music, highlighted by seeing him play and sing all of his famous songs. Every lick he played caused excitement to course through the crowd that was standing in front of him. By the end and for hours after the essence of his music became part of all of us. An Amazing Memory.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Water Daily

By John Thomas

I look out at the rain hit the flowers
Pink inpatients flash their colors
Other days on the far left of the deck
They get the morning sun.
My neglect, forgetful to water them
They wilted.
Each time, many times, they lost a little.
Pink is there, but their body has been slighted.
You can see the beauty still.
Nothing like a plant cared for.

She looked beautiful in youth,
Full of nourishment of the beginning.
From that point til the end,
each skipped day of watering
left less of the day before.
If she only knew the pink would
flower brighter if watered daily.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Mary T Meagher talks with John Thomas

Spring 1988
By John Thomas
In the spring of 1988 I had an opportunity to interview Mary T. Meagher. Taking time from her busy training schedule, she came to Minnesota to speak at the annual All State Swimming Banquet at the University of Minnesota. Arriving early for this engagement, I took the opportunity to talk about her swimming career. Our discussion was candid and very relaxed, talking about what she’s done to get to this point. Everything was going to change quickly with the 1988 Olympics coming in the fall, in preparation to attend her last Olympiad, her training was intensifying.
At the time of this interview, Mary T was the world record holder in the 100 fly at 57.93 and 200 fly at 2:05.96. She had achieved both these times in 1981 at the Schroeder Aquatic Center in Brown Deer, Wisconsin. No swimmer in recent history has so dominated her event in the world of swimming.

Justifiably nicknamed “Madame Butterfly” by the press, Mary T was the fastest butterflyer in the world for 6 years in a row. At one time she held eleven of the world’s fastest times in the 200 meter fly and eight in the 100. Her fly world records still remain unchallenged by any other swimmer.

At the 1989 Minnesota Summer State meet, Mary T returned to be the awards presenter. The question and answers she gave in this interview should give swimmers in the state a better idea of the kind of person she is. World Record holders have many of the same feeling and problems that all swimmers have. Enjoy meeting with Mary T.

As an age grouper is there any factors that you had at that time that lead to your success as a senior swimmer?
MT- I think I had a natural ability at a young age to do the butterfly and freestyle. I guess this carried over and was nice to have. It was a blessing that I was very naïve about swimming and wasn’t swimming to go to the Olympics or to hold a world record or anything along those lines. I was swimming because I loved it and I did well. I would go to dual meets, the city meets and might or might not win. My coach would say, “There’s a state meet coming up next week, why don’t you participate in that.” Sometimes I would say no. I never realized what it was going to bring for me. I just took it one step at a time. I think that was real helpful.

Many very good age group swimmers have parents that ask how much training their young swimmers should do, and when they need to get serious about their swimming. When did you really get serious about your swimming?
MT- Well, I guess because I did well at a young age, I usually was ready to put a little more time in every year. I was swimming 3 times a week until I was 11 years old. Then once every day year round when I was 12. At 13, almost 14, my coach sat me down and said I had to give up all the other sports I was playing and just swim. I cried but I decided what I wanted to do.

What other sports did you participate in?

MT- Oh Gosh! I was a cheerleader, played volleyball, basketball and softball. We lived right next to the school I went to, so I had access to any team I really wanted to. Every season had its sport and I did it.

Many of our readers are from the Midwest and are making it to the national scene. They see a majority of swimmer are from the coasts. Can you say anything about where you are from?
MT- It’s funny, I guess because there were two really big rival teams where I was from that produced a lot of national caliber swimmers, and that gave Kentucky some exposure. For the past 20 years we’ve always had someone on the Olympic team. So it wasn’t that new, but still people were surprised. You know when you go to the national meets and the press asks you, “Do they even have a pool in Louisville?” I got a little of that but not quite as much as you get up here in Minnesota.

When did people start calling you Mary T?

MT- What happened was I had 11 children in my family (10 Girls) and I’m one of the youngest ones. The oldest one is Mary Glen. She was going into the convent when I was born and my parents figured she would have to change her name to Sister ______. You had to change your name back then so they thought they were losing on Mary. She decided not to become a nun, so we had two Marys in the family. It was confusing. They called me Mary T and she went by Mary Glen. That’s how it happened.

A few years back you had a physical profile done on you by “Shape magazine”. It was impressive. It showed how flexible and strong you were. This obviously was a time that you were training hard with weights. Is that how these figures were so high or was it something that you were strong at?
MT- Well, I think it was something that came very naturally. Actually much of it came with doing a lot of other sports. I did gymnastics too. It probably helped in not only my flexibility, but in my strength, you need in your back and stomach to do butterfly. I’m forcing myself to do a whole lot of stretching, which I always did when I was younger, because I played all these other sports. I can’t say I still have that same flexibility, but I have to work at it. I think that’s one of the problems I’m dealing with right now. I’m having problems with my shoulders and different parts of my body I’ve never had problems with before. But I took 5 months off.

Did you come back too hard after your layoff?
MT- No, I think that period of inactivity caused me to lose a lot of my flexibility, strength and tone. You know those were a lot of things I carried over from my youth but now I’m not young anymore. When you lose them they may be gone. You have to work real hard to get them back up. Yes, I'm hoping that is the case, that I’ll get them back.

Why did you go to California to swim?
MT- I was choosing a college based on many of factors other than swimming. I wanted a strong swimming program; I was also looking at a good academic school. A good location, I loved big cities and parks, things like that, and Cal Berkeley was one of the best situations. Best of both worlds. I had always been in a private-parochial school and wanted a huge college where no one would know me from the next person. Cal Berkeley gave me the best of everything I was looking for at the time.

Of all the different meets you’ve been in which one has the fondest memories?

MT- I think Brown Deer, Wisconsin. That’s where I last set my world record. That meet was just real fun. Not only because of how well I did but I didn’t have any pressure going in. I hadn’t trained as much that year as I had the year before, and I think people didn’t expect as much or at least I didn’t expect as much of me. Everything in my life was going really well. I had a boyfriend at the time, my family life was going well, and just everything was great. I was on cloud 9. I swam well and left with great feelings.

Breaking a world record helps?
MT- yes! That was nice. Kind of like frosting on the cake.

When was that?
MT- 1981, I was 16, a junior in high school.

When you started dropping time as a 13 and 14 year old until you were 16, you had 2 years there when you were always going faster.
MT- Right, 1979 I set my first world record and then for 2 years I dropped the time even more.

But even up to that point when you started at 13 you must have been going fast.
MT- Oh! I had a big drop from summer of 1978 to summer of 1979—10 seconds in the 200 and 2 or 2 seconds in the100.

Are you faster in meters?
MT- I considered myself that. Now I’m not sure. Before I was so much better at just getting into a pace and going. I don’t do that as well anymore. In college we worked so much on turns, improved a whole lot from working on them so much. You know I don’t necessarily consider myself stronger in meters. About equal. Now I’m trying to convince myself that I can do it again the way I used to do. A lot of factors that I can’t control have to fall into place. So we’ll see.

When you think about an age group swimmer breaking a record or going there fastest time, does it fell any different breaking a world record?
MT- If I were to do it again it would feel much different. You know I've sat out for so long to do it. But I have found that everything is so relative. It’s so funny when I give a clinic and the kids say “I can hardly control the nerves at the state meet, how can you do it at the Olympics.” I was just as nervous at the state meet as I was at the Olympics. It was the same way, the first couple of times I broke the world record. It was great and a big thrill but I don’t remember it being much more than when I broke a state record.

Was it more so afterwards?

MT- Exactly, I think as you see the press, not only the local, but by people all over the world. People are wanting to talk to you. After you do it a couple of times you go, wow, this is a little bit larger scale.

Did you swim high school?
MT- Yes, hardly.

Did you have any nation High School records?
MT-No, I did poorly in the high school meets.

The Los Angeles Olympics must have been a big thrill. Can you tell us anything significant about that competition?
MT- one of the fondest memories of the LA games was having my whole family there. And not just having them there, they were having the best time. It was so fun for me to be able to switch my focus from swimming and the pressures and the question from the reporters to just seeing my family kicking back, going out playing golf having family tournaments once you get to know my family they’re pretty ridiculous. The have so much fun. Don’t care too much who wins. They are competitive. There are many stories that are still told from those Olympics of what happened at the fraternity house they rented. They all stayed on the top floor of the SAE house at USC. There are stories still told about jokes people played on each other and discussions that took place. It was a big family reunion. I wish I could have been a bigger part of it. Every time they start to tell stories, I jus sit there and listen.

A lot of pressure at that meet?
MT- I didn’t realize how much there was until, all of a sudden, after I won my first gold medal. I felt so relieved and felt one hundred pounds lighter. That’s when I realized that I guess. Before I’d say there wasn’t much pressure. I think a lot had to do with not having the East Germans there. They were my main completion. So I kind of felt like I’d do my best, but winning wasn’t going to be everything. Pressure came from a lot of the reporters asking question like, after giving up a year of school are you finally going to break a world record. Yes, and that was that was after 3 years!

You were favored going into it?
MT- It’s kind of a no win situation, unless I won both events and set a world record in both. I think that was kind of hard. Even one of my better memories was that I enjoyed it. I loved winning and am thankful that I did that well, but still I didn’t do as well as everyone expected. You’re supposed to have you best time at the Olympics, and I didn’t.

What is the strong part of your butterfly? Right after you were in the Olympics, at the World Coaches Clinic, Ernie Maglisco had digitized you and talked about your stroke saying how powerful you were during your catch. It that something that is natural?
MT-Yes, in fact it’s something that I think I’ve become confused about because of all the different studies that have been done. Before it was so natural, but now what I do in the water, or what I fell like I do in the water doesn’t look like what the pictures show. So when I hear someone say, oh her catch is so high in front, I’ll think well it should be higher, maybe that’s what I used to do. That’s not good. I used to come down straight. If I kind of felt it go, maybe it will come back again.

What did your coaches tell you to do? What key word did they use in the butterfly for you?
MT- Mainly what they used to tell me was when I’m not tired, I’m OK and when I do get tired to make sure I get a press through all the way and make sure that I extend all the way out in front. That used to be the only thing. Now it’s more that my key is in my legs. My coach makes me, when I start getting tired, depend more on my legs, keeping me high in the water, keep my rhythm and keep the back part of my stroke.

I know kicking is important and many kids don’t like to do it because it is so hard.
MT-When your kick is strong it makes your butterfly easier to do. I’ve been struggling so much, it has really helped.

Do you think stroke analysis is important when it comes down to teaching strokes or is it natural for a swimmer to be a good flyer?
MT- I think its so important for someone to be naturally talented, but you can teach people a certain amount, and for someone who can't do it naturally, tell them exactly how to do it. I think it has to be remembered, at least as I have found, what I do underwater, or what I feel like I do underwater, isn’t what the pictures show at all. As far as I know, I enter my hands and pull straight back. The films don’t show that. The films show that I go out and around.

Do you train distance fly?
MT- I do repeats of up to 800 fly, usually 300 or 400 when I was younger. Now I don’t go past a 300 straight fly. My sets are anywhere between 1200 to 2400 straight fly. I moved more toward the 1200 distance.

You were pretty much a flyer when you started?

MT- Yes, always, it picked me, I didn’t pick it.

Epilogue, July 2009

I was surprised reading this interview, after many years, that I didn’t include something that she said that I’ve told many people trying to perform at the top of their game. Before and sometime during her major competition a thought would come to her that could have adversely affected its outcome. That thought was, “What am I going to tell the reporters if I don’t break my world record?”

Breaking a record means that you are performing at the top of your game. Anything that takes you off that high level of concentration could change the results. Could you lose precious tenths of a second by thinking about a question like this half way through your race? When she was at Brown Deer, she had nothing to think about but feeling good. There a lesson to be learned, it is critical to be focus on all the positive aspects of your performance and feel good.











Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Day 14789 Gordon Parks, busboy to fame


By John Thomas
April 17, 1990 Tuesday

Shortly after arriving to work, a striking older lady wearing a knit outfit with purple highlights came up to my desk. She said, “I am in the hotel visiting a guest of yours and would like to inform my escort that I had walked over from Minnesota Public Radio.” That lady was Shanna Alexander, famous journalist, who did a segment on 60 Minutes called ‘Point and Counterpoint’. She had just done an interview about her new book about the life of Bess Meyerson. Her publisher, Random House, had arranged accommodations at the Omni Hotel in Minneapolis, instead of the Saint Paul. While reading an article in the paper about an old friend, Gordon Parks, she set up a meeting. For 20 years the two of them worked together at Life magazine. With it being only a couple blocks away she walked over. I informed MPR of her location.

The day before, a distinguished looking black man wanted to find out about purchasing a pipe. I made some suggestions, then we talked a little. That evening he was dropped off by some of his relatives, a nephew and niece that lived in St. Paul. Meeting him as he came out of the car, we conversed as he entered the front door. Stopping in the lobby, we got on the subject of the hotel. He reminisced about a couple of his memories.

In his youth he worked as a busboy at the Saint Paul Hotel. While clearing dishes at a banquet, a fortune teller was performing on stage. He asked a question to all in attendance, “Who in this room is going to become famous.” After a few moments of silence the man replied,” The young man in the back of the room with the white hat and coat on.” That was Mr. Parks.

Then he told the composing story. One night while working after everyone had left, he began playing the grand piano in the ballroom. The band leader of the group that played that night heard him playing and came up to him. Noticing the unique tune he asked, “Who’s piece is it?” Gordon said, “Mine!” The bands arranger sat down with him, working it out for the entire band and they played his tune the next day. Shortly after that he went on the road with the band, he was 17 at the time.

This leds me to the picture I cut out of the Pioneer Press newspaper. One of his true loves was photography, particularly fashion photography. One day after work he walked across St. Peter Street into Frank Murphy’s, an exclusive woman clothing store. Asking Mr. Murphy, the owner, if he would hire him to take some pictures of their fashions, he said no. Mrs. Murphy stopped him before getting out the door. Recently they had spent 100’s of dollars on pictures but she gave him a chance. The next day he took shots of their models, most of them ended up double exposed, except for the shot in this article. That one photo made him famous. His move into photography brought him to Life magazine and his mutual association with Shanna Alexander.

We said Good Bye. For the next 3 days he lectured at Carleton College in Northfield.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Day 16621 President Bill Clinton's stay at the Saint Paul Hotel


By John Thomas
April 22 and 23, 1995

For over a week prior to President Clinton coming to the Twin Cities the hotel prepared for his arrival. We were chosen for many important factors, among them, a union hotel, limited entrances and exits and remote location that made it easy to secure. Secret Service agent made sure that all the activities the President participated in would be planned out, so the staff had no surprises.

The top three floors were secured for his use. Other guests staying in the hotel were restricted to the lower floors. A guest taking the elevators to the secure floors would stop on the 10th, where a number of agents were stationed. No one was allowed up without clearance.

As the concierge at the hotel, I was in charge of getting the signatures of all the VIP guest staying with us. These were written in a leather bound guest register. After talking with the Secret Service, I was notified that someone would escort me up to the room that he would be staying in. A few hours before his arrival we walked into the Ordway Suite. Setting the book down on the dining room table the agent said, “Do you have a pen you can leave with the register?” The only pen I had was my personal Monte Blanc pen, which never left my presents. In this case an exception would be made since it was the President of the United States. In addition it would be special to have a pen that he used. Leaving it behind, I would return to retrieve it as soon as he was gone.

Two days later upon his departure, I quickly returned to get my pen and the register. On the dining room table sat the register, my heart sank when I could not find the pen. Asking the secret service agent in charge where my pen was he said he would check into it.

5 hours later while at my desk in the lobby he up to me, presenting me with my lost pen. He said the President had picked it up and taken it with him. I was happy to have this special pen back in my possession.

In closing, the register was signed by Mr. Clinton, but the signature and the address were written in two different pen styles and color of ink, neither of which matched my pen. I do know that he had it but it wasn't used to sign the register. I’ve taken the pen out of use and is now in a frame.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Saint Paul Hotel Chandeliers


Once you walk into the front door, stepping past that portal you enter into a space you’ve have never seen. With mouths open and looks of wonder, all that enter, look up and see the twinkle of light shining through strands of crystal that hang in front of them. In 1910 when the hotel was built, it was important to impress the guests as they entered, setting the tone of the total experience. Guests and visitors stepped out of their world and into a pampered and opulent space. Your eye moves up as you look over the lobby and the chandeliers are the first item you see. As impressive as they are, other equally impressive chandeliers hung in the lobby. Our current ones first hung in the fine dining restaurant that ran along St. Peter, not in the lobby. In the 1982 renovation of the Saint Paul Hotel the chandeliers were moved from their last location in the ballroom to the lobby.
Sarah Lee, the New York designer that put together the look of the new old hotel, decided that these chandeliers should be in the rightful location, gracing the lobby. With only 3, she had to have 2 additional ones made to add symmetry to the space. The original price had gone up considerably from $700 to $7000 but price was no object for the impressive look she wanted. Standing by the front desk you can look toward the elevators and see 2 originals and 2 copies. Such a good job was done on the replicas, that only the sound of the crystal as you listen to the tingle, can you find a difference. Just to the left of the entrance, another graces the space above the grand staircase. Ms. Lee loved this lighting so much, that her next property in Washington DC, the Willard Hotel, had 8 of them installed into its ballroom.

Afternoon tea is served in the lobby weekly, and all the guests have an opportunity to be part of history as they sip their tea under some of the most beautiful lighting in the world.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Before His Time

Carl Malden died today at 97
Years of delight must have filled his life
And if you go back 47 year to when he was only 50
It would be 1962
How much life did he live in that time?
The Beatles, Streets of San Francisco, 2 Twins World Series’
9/11, Desert Storm, death of communism
Barrack Obama, Ted, Jack and Robert Kennedy
Man on the Moon, Space Shuttle and its disasters
So much life you can go on forever

Michael Jackson lived a troubled life
He died at the age of 50
What could’ve happen to him before 97?
Just had to compress it all into half the time
His story ends way before it should have been

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Bill Murray and Prince's Mission Impossible Possible

Fall of 1996
As I was showing the ballroom of the Saint Paul Hotel to a group of 5 people for a wedding in the future, I heard a voice call out, “John, John are you there.” He walked into the promenade, wearing a black baseball cap. Stepping over to all of us, Bill Murray stood face to face. Graciously he pardoned himself, then said, “Hey, John could you help me with something?” My escorted group didn’t mind being interrupted by a celebrity as Mr. Murray.

Standing in the doorway of the ballroom, he came up with one of the most bizarre request I’d ever heard. As one of the principal owners of the St. Paul Saints, he was staying in the hotel for the Northern League Baseball playoffs, which the Saints were in. That night the team was playing the final game of the series. “John” he said, “can you get a hold of the phone number for Prince, I want to call him and give him tickets to the game tonight.” As a true concierge, I said, “I’ll do my best”

He left to have lunch in the St. Paul Grill. Turning around, my tour group had their mouths open in awe. After finishing up with the tour, I went back to my desk. Saying to myself, “How am I going to do this?” Putting on my clever thinking cap, I began my quest. Knowing that his name wasn’t in the phone book under Prince, at this time he was known as a symbol not a name, I called Paisely Park, his one time recording studio, in Chanhassen. There was no answer (it was Saturday). Then I called a few night club owners in the area, asking them if they knew how to get a hold of Prince. To my surprise, Kenny Horst, at the Artist Quarter, gave me the number to some of his band members and his producer.

My best bet was to call the producer. After finally getting in touch with him, I told him the situation. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t give out Prince’s phone number. Then I asked, “What if I put you in touch with Bill Murray personally? Would you give him the phone number?” To my surprise he said, “Yes.”

I transferred the call to Bill Murray, as he ate his lunch in the Grill.

Mission accomplished!!!

Bill made the call to Prince but he was not home. He did give the producer two tickets for the game.

That night the Saints won the championship. After the game I got a big thank you, a $20 gratuity, signed “Thanks, Bill Murray”.

Day 19927 Michael Leavett and the Clock Tower Blow Out


May 11, 2004, Tuesday

On Sunday night May 9th, a storm came through downtown St. Paul. Winds clocked as high as 70 miles an hour blew through, knocking out 2 faces of the clock on the Landmark Center. After the winds died, staff from the hotel picked up the broken pieces along with the hands of the clock.

In the St Paul Pioneer Press newspaper the next day, a picture of Steve Wigen’s, one of the Saint Paul Hotel engineers, holding the hands of the clock with the Landmark in the background ran on the front page. With its uniqueness the paper put it on the AP and the New York Times picked it up. That paper ran it on the 16th page of the A section. On that same page there was an article about, "Tougher Emission Rules Set for Big Diesel Vehicles" and quoted Michael Leavitt, administrator of the EPA.

At 7PM, Monday, that same day, he walked into the hotel and checked into the hotel, staying in the top suite, the Ordway. It location was the closest room to the clock tower. His bedroom window, sat at the same level, just 88 yards away.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Day 17088 The Scent of Sophia Loren

August 2, 1995

Knock, Knock. The sound of my knuckles echoed down the hallway as they hit the side of the door of the Apartment, room 1104-06.

In my hand I held the information about her phone calls the last 2 weeks. Someone had to go over it with her; I was the man to get it done.

The lock clicked open, down went the handle, the door opened. Standing in front of me with a smile was one of the greatest movie stars of all time. Sophie Loren said, “Come in.” Dressed in a comfortable outfit, her long curly hair hung down to her shoulders, even at 63 her beauty radiated.

She sat on the couch, as I got comfortable in the chair next to it just a few feet apart.

“I hope you are enjoying your stay with us at the Saint Paul Hotel.” I said. “It’s been a very nice time so far.” She said.

Explaining the bill did not take to long. We continued with small talk for another 30 minutes. We discussed how the filming of “Grumpier Old Men” was going. Her impression of Jack Lemmon and Walter Matthau were very high, happy to be working with such gifted actors.

Thinking those two old guys probably felt the same way about working with her.

Paul Shaw, the manager of the production of “Showboat” performing at the Ordway, had talked to me about getting her tickets for the play. He said George Grisard, one of the performers, had met her and would like to get together. The singer who does “Old Man River” told him her son had taken singing lessons from him. Mentioning these items, she didn’t recall knowing either gentleman. She said, her two sons never sang, one a director and the other played the piano.

Asking her what she likes to do, she said, “Staying in her room, reading, going over lines, and listening to classical music.” A stack of CD’s sat on the coffee table next to her. During our entire conversation the television was on with the news.

Her hands were manicured and polished. Long fingers with pudgier palms struck me as uniquely distinctive. It wasn’t something you would expect. I was very fortunate; there would be very few men that would ever remember her by her hands. Her beauty was overwhelming; I was humbled in her presence.
She wore made up on this day and everyone after, her eyes highlighted to the utmost, Cat like, even though she wore glasses.

Her English was good but at times she had difficulty getting the right words out.
I left her room with a handshake and a farewell.

We did have a connection after that meeting in her room. When she passed my desk in the lobby to depart for her filming for the day, she would come up to me, say hello and give me a handshake. One of the last things before leaving her room, she would apply perfume. Splashes of it would be on her hands. Upon touching her skin, her favorite fragrance Irisa, would jump off and caress my hand.

Once she walked out the front door to her waiting limousine, I would bring my hand up to my nose, smell her scent. The scent of Sophia!! I didn’t wash my hand all day long.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

I Want you ….to get fat

By Suz Redfearn Men’s Health Magazine

It's amazing what you'll find in presidential impeachment testimony. On Presidents' Day 1996, Monica Lewinsky was standing in the Oval Office, listening to President Bill Clinton explain why he didn't think their relationship was such a good idea, when the phone rang. The person on the line was Alfonso Fanjul, a prominent sugar grower in Florida. Clinton stopped trying to let Lewinsky down easy and went on to speak with Fanjul for about 20 minutes. The reported subject? Vice President Al Gore's recently announced plan to tax Florida growers of sugar crops and use the revenue to help restore parts of the Everglades polluted by agricultural runoff. Needless to say, Clinton and Lewinsky's relationship lingered on long after that day. The proposed sugar tax, on the other hand, did not. That the U.S. food industry is in bed with the government--almost literally, in this case--shouldn't surprise anyone. Whether through soft-money contributions or hard-nosed lobbyists, nearly every major business interest in America attempts to pull political strings. So why not the folks whose business it is to sell food? What troubles many nutritionists is the reach of organizations like the American Sugar Cane League, especially since such groups' ability to manipulate the masses into consuming more "product" is measured most accurately with a bathroom scale. And nowhere, critics argue, is the potential for politically engineered harm to our waistlines (and our hearts) more evident than in the Dietary Guidelines for Americans. The guidelines, which are issued every 5 years by the U.S. Department of Agriculture and the Department of Health and Human Services (HHS), are supposed to represent the summit of scientifically backed advice on eating for optimal health. But instead, the newest set, released on January 12, 2005, may represent something else entirely: how enmeshed our government is with an industry whose sole goal is to keep Americans eating.
Don't let Uncle Sam shove this down your throat
Until 1977, no one really cared what Americans ate, as long as they ate enough to survive and didn't develop nutrient-deficiency diseases, like scurvy. But that year, Senator George McGovern issued a report stating that nutrition had a major impact on health, a concept that, though common sense today, was a pioneering idea at the time. Three years later, the Carter administration produced the nation's first Dietary Guidelines, which told Americans exactly what to eat every day. (Among the plainspoken recommendations: "Avoid too much sugar.") As the government's interest in our diets grew, so did the presence of food-industry lobbying groups in Washington. They swelled from just a handful in 1950 to about 80 in 1984. And although the 1985 sugar guideline remained the same, the 1990 version showed signs that the lobbyists were hammering away at its hard-line stance: The committee softened the language to "Use sugars only in moderation." By 1995, the guidelines even went so far as to adopt a slightly positive tone, advising consumers to "choose a diet moderate in sugars." " 'Eat less sugar' sent sugar producers right to Congress," says Marion Nestle, Ph.D., a professor of public health at New York University and the author of Food Politics: How the Food Industry Influences Nutrition and Health. "But that industry could live with 'choose a diet moderate in sugars.' " That is, until 2000, the year the guidelines underwent their fourth revision. This time, exactly what you'd imagine might happen to an enemy of the sugar industry befell the recommendation: It lost all its teeth. Each person was now urged to "choose beverages and foods to moderate your intake of sugar." Apparently, the decision makers at HHS had a simple rationalization for this seeming sellout. "The mantra that's constantly repeated is 'All foods are good,' " says Carlos Camargo, M.D., D.P.H., an associate professor of medicine and epidemiology at Harvard medical school and a member of the 2005 Dietary Guidelines committee. "You know that's driven by economic and political interest. Nobody wants to say that a company's product is unhealthy." And the people who do choose to speak out? They may find themselves under the same kind of government gag order Nestle says she experienced in 1986. That year, she left her faculty position at the University of California at San Francisco school of medicine and moved to Washington, D.C., to manage editorial production of the first Surgeon General's Report on Nutrition and Health. It was an ambitious government effort to summarize all the research linking diet to chronic diseases. On the first day, recalls Nestle, her superiors instructed her that no matter what the studies showed, the report could not say "eat less meat," "eat less sugar," or eat "less" of anything. Turns out the agency she was toiling for, the Public Health Service, was nervous that food producers would complain to Congress and attempt to block the publication of future reports. And thus, when the report came out in 1988, the offensive four-letter word was absent. It was also the only Surgeon General's Report on Nutrition and Health ever issued, despite a congressional mandate that one be composed every 2 years. "The government abandoned the project, ostensibly because the science base had become increasingly complex," Nestle says. "Since then, I've become convinced that many of the nutritional problems of Americans--not the least of which is obesity--can be traced to the food industry's imperative to encourage people to eat more in order to generate sales and increase income." Comments such as these have made Nestle a favorite target of the Center for Consumer Freedom, a nonprofit organization whose Web site proclaims "Promoting Personal Responsibility and Protecting Personal Choice." Its spokesmen describe her as, among other things, a "food cop" and "queen of the food scolds." Of course, you have to consider the source (of the center's funding): "restaurants, food companies, and more than 1,000 concerned individuals."

The Food-Industry FraternityAs far as we know, the fraternity of food-industry lobbyists doesn't have a secret oath. But if it did, Jeff Nedelman, a former lobbyist for the Grocery Manufacturers of America, one of the country's largest food-industry trade groups, would say it goes something like this: "The goal of every single [food-industry] association, large or small, is to maintain the status quo," he says, "to delay, to fight, to lobby to obscure the facts until its member companies have found a competitive way to reposition their products or to bring out new products to compete for new consumer demand." Money, of course, is the primary means to these political ends. The Center for Responsive Politics (CRP), a nonpartisan watchdog group that follows money trails around Washington, estimates that in 2004, representatives of food and agriculture groups spent more than $48 million lobbying politicians (and that figure doesn't include other agricultural concerns, such as tobacco and forestry). (continued below...) Specifically, the CRP's ledger shows that lobbyists for the Altria Group (owner of Kraft Foods) spent $1,142,997, while PepsiCo dropped $426,380 and American Crystal Sugar and the American Sugar Cane League sweetened the pot with $846,164 and $402,750, respectively. And that was just the money they were required to reveal. Much more is given anonymously to individual members of Congress through political action committees, soft-money contributions, and gifts. When dollars don't work, the food industry employs less-subtle methods of persuasion. "You break arms," says Nedelman. The United Nations-sponsored World Health Organization (WHO) bore the full brunt of food-industry muscle in 2003, just as the U.S. Dietary Guidelines committee's work was getting under way. In response to the growing worldwide obesity epidemic, WHO assembled an independent panel of academics and medical professionals to review the scientific literature and develop recommendations for people to eat more healthfully and lose weight. One of those ways included limiting sugar consumption to 10 percent of daily calorie intake. The Sugar Association, a consortium of sugar producers whose aim is to "promote the consumption of sugar," poured resources into fighting the report, demanding that WHO undertake another scientific review. The association also vowed to "use every avenue available to expose the dubious nature" of the report, including asking members of Congress to challenge the $406 million in U.S. contributions to WHO. The funding remained intact, but the cochairmen of the Senate Sweetener Caucus, senators John Breaux (whose home state of Louisiana is the nation's second-largest producer of sugarcane) and Larry Craig (of Idaho, the second-largest producer of beet sugar), asked Health and Human Services to quash the report. HHS, in turn, produced a 28-page critique calling into question the studies that WHO had used to support its recommendations, even though the research was carried out by internationally known scientists. The result: WHO leaders appear to have shelved the report, which has yet to be implemented. "What the United States did was unambiguously shameful," says Nestle. "But there's been a steady history of this." When we contacted Breaux to determine why he felt so strongly that sugar consumption was not connected to weight gain, he declined to comment. And, actually, it's now former Senator Breaux: He currently works as senior counsel for Patton Boggs, one of Washington's largest lobbying firms, whose clients include Dole Food and Mars. The Spirit of PartnershipIf anyone in the USDA or HHS feels at all self-conscious about the food industry's involvement in the creation of the 2005 Dietary Guidelines, you'd never know it from the sound bites. "The food industry has spent a great deal of time and money appearing at and observing all of the negotiations that went into compiling the guidelines" is what Tommy Thompson, then-secretary of HHS, told a roomful of journalists, nutritionists, and policy makers when introducing the new guidelines earlier this year. In fact, he said, industry representatives met with him and secretary of the USDA Ann Veneman regularly during the 2-year-long process to determine what Americans should eat. "Our president believes in partnerships," says Cristina Beato, Ph.D., HHS's acting assistant secretary of health. "Two-thirds of Americans are overweight or obese. The role of government? To turn it around. We really need to bring in the power of those individuals who know how to sell food, those individuals who make the food, those individuals who know what American consumers choose and who help educate those consumers every day." It was with this spirit of partnership, says Beato, that HHS approached the development of the new Dietary Guidelines, which began in September 2003 with the selection of a 13-member committee of academics and research scientists. "The charge to the committee was very specific," Beato recalls. "It was 'Your job as experts of science is to stick to the sciences. Do not venture into communications, and do not venture into policy--that is the job of this department.' " And yet, despite this directive, HHS did little to insulate committee members from the influence of food-industry representatives, who apparently did consider policy their job. "At some level, throughout the process, you're constantly made aware of the food industry, the beverage industry, and the economic impact of decisions," says Dr. Camargo. One frequent strategy was for industry reps to send boxes of publicity materials and reams of point-by-point responses to minutes of the committee's meetings. "Almost weekly, we'd get a big FedEx box of materials to review," says Russell Pate, Ph.D., a professor of exercise science at the University of South Carolina school of public health, who served on the committee. Another food-industry tactic was simply to show up. "Anytime more than half of the members of the committee met, those needed to be public meetings," says Pate. "They were announced in advance and available to the media and whoever else wanted to sit in. They took place in large rooms where there were 200 or 300 seats available for non-committee members." Not surprisingly, few in the general public could take time to attend these meetings, whereas groups like the National Food Processors Association made sure they filled as many seats as possible and eagerly approached committee members during breaks. "If there's a food group in America that was not represented, I'd be surprised," says Dr. Camargo. "Every single little element of the American diet had an advocate." While both Dr. Camargo and Pate feel confident that the committee remained above the influence of outside interests, the same can't be said for the recommendations their work produced. The committee doesn't write the Dietary Guidelines that are released to the public; it merely suggests what these guidelines should be. The final decision rests with the politically appointed HHS and USDA secretaries, i.e., the "partners" of industry. "The committee is impaneled, does its thing, and finalizes a report, and we all sign off," says Pate. "Then it's turned over to the two agency heads, and we're decommissioned. As a committee, we're not privy to the conversations that took place in the agencies after we finished our jobs." In this case, the final published guidelines differed from the committee's report in several ways. For example, the committee unanimously voted to reduce trans fat intake to 1 percent or less of total calories, but the final guidelines removed that figure. "I think it was just too big a step for the federal government," says Dr. Camargo. "Putting a number on it would have been such an earthquake in the food industry that I just don't think there was the will to do that." Think about it: Assigning a number would have resulted in a Daily Value percentage posted on the Nutrition Facts panel of every single packaged food. When trans fat figures finally begin appearing on labels next year, what consumer would knowingly buy a pack of cookies that will exceed his daily intake of trans fat by 300 percent? But the first bite out of the food industry's bottom line would probably come from school cafeterias. Because the nation's school-lunch programs are federally funded--to the tune of $7.1 billion annually--they're required to meet the current Dietary Guidelines, which means that a concrete figure for daily trans fat consumption would immediately force food manufacturers to modify their existing product lines. If not for the timely publication in the Journal of the American Medical Association of a Harvard study that strongly linked consumption of sweetened beverages to weight gain and an increased risk of diabetes in women, added sugar might not have been mentioned at all, says Dr. Camargo. He recalls a May meeting of the committee during which the preliminary recommendations for carbohydrates were reviewed. "It was 'grains, grains, grains,' but no mention of sugar," he says. Although the debate about linking added sugar to weight gain was vociferous (some committee members didn't feel that the published scientific evidence was strong enough), the Harvard study helped tip the balance, resulting in a recommendation to "reduce intake of added sugars." Although this conclusion wasn't quashed outright, HHS and the USDA don't give it much play. The "key" finding about carbohydrates simply encourages consumers to "choose [them] wisely." Learning how to do so requires more reading. Only in the chapter on carbohydrates do consumers learn more about how to reduce their sugar intake--by avoiding sweetened beverages, for example. But, as with trans fats, the guidelines don't provide a measure for ideal intake, even though the brochure developed to introduce the guidelines to the public bafflingly states, "know the limits on fats, salt, and sugars." "The guidelines are not very explicit about the 'how-to,' " says David Katz, M.D., a professor of medicine, epidemiology, and public health at the Yale University school of medicine and the author of The Way to Eat. "Most authorities recommend that added sugars make up less than 10 percent of total daily calories. And the agreement on trans fat is even more robust: It should be as close to zero as possible. No trans fat, period." That lack of specificity is crucial when dealing with consumers, who may not be able to tell the difference between a food that will help clear their arteries and one that will help clog them. "Most people don't go to the supermarket and look for the trans fat aisle," says Dr. Camargo. "We reduce foods to nutrients, then we study the nutrients and how they relate to health. But we need to put [the process] in reverse and go back to people and say, 'These are the foods that have more or less of these nutrients.' But that piece is always the one that is so hard for the government to do."
"Most-Improved" Nutrition GuidelinesIt's been several months since the release of the 2005 Dietary Guidelines, and by now, most of the major nutrition associations and organizations have had a chance to weigh in. And if you think you can guess what their collective opinion is, you'd probably guess wrong. The American Dietetic Association, which states that it "serves the public by promoting optimal health, nutrition, and well-being," quickly endorsed the new guidelines. Even the ordinarily hypercritical Center for Science in the Public Interest, a nutrition-policy watchdog group, was pleased, calling them "the most health-oriented ever." The logic behind lauding the guidelines is simple, though far from sound: They're better than any other guidelines that preceded them. In other words, HHS and the USDA are being praised for producing the "most-improved" nutrition guidelines, when their charge was to produce the best. Sure, the new guidelines do recommend daily exercise for the first time. And it's
true that they mince no words in recommending whole grains, fruit, vegetables, and reduced-fat dairy foods. But we also know that HHS and the USDA could have helped control two of the biggest dietary demons facing Americans, and yet chose not to. Will the guidelines ever go from good to great? Some experts suggest that if the experiences of another big industry during the past decade are any indication, things won't get better until consumers get fed up. "Tobacco-industry change occurred only once public opinion had become so galvanized, the politicians could no longer side with the industry that was paying them," says Kelly Brownell, Ph.D., a professor of psychology at Yale University and coauthor of Food Fight: The Inside Story of the Food Industry, America's Obesity Crisis, and What We Can Do about It. In the meantime, if you can make a meal out of crumbs, then by all means dive into the new Dietary Guidelines. But if you want the whole cake--no trans fat, very little sugar, thank you--then you'll want to take your appetite for honesty somewhere else.

Monday, May 4, 2009

Foreseeing by Sharon Bryan

Middle age refers more
to landscape than to time:
it's as if you'd reached

the top of a hill
and could see all the way
to the end of your life,

so you know without a doubt
that it has an end—
not that it will have,

but that it does have,
if only in outline—
so for the first time

you can see your life whole,
beginning and end not far
from where you stand,

the horizon in the distance—
the view makes you weep,
but it also has the beauty

of symmetry, like the earth
seen from space: you can't help
but admire it from afar,

especially now, while it's simple
to re-enter whenever you choose,
lying down in your life,

waking up to it
just as you always have—
except that the details resonate

by virtue of being contained,
as your own words
coming back to you

define the landscape,
remind you that it won't go on
like this forever.

A Gathering of Swans

From the journal of a Mr. Patrick Conway, aged seventeen, during the course of a visit to Bruges in the year 1800: “Sat on the stone wall and observed a gathering of swans, an aloof armada, coast around the curves of the canal and merge with the twilight, their feathers floating away over the water like the trailing hems of snowy ball-gowns. I was reminded of beautiful women; I thought of Mill. De V., and experienced a cold exquisite spasm, a chill as though a had heard a poem spoken, fine music rendered. A beautiful woman, beautifully elegant, impresses us as art does, changes the weather of our spirit, and that, is that a frivolous matter? I think not.”

The intercontinental covey of swans drifting across our pages boasts a pair of cygnets, fledglings of the prettiest promise who may one day lead the flock. However, as is generally conceded, a beautiful girl of twelve or twenty, while she may merit attention, does not deserve admiration. Reserve that laurel for decades hence when, if she has kept buoyant the weight of her gifts, been faithful to the vows a swan must , she will have earned an audience all-kneeling for her achievement represents discipline, has required the patience of a hippopotamus, the objectivity of a physician combined with the involvement of an artist, one whose sole creation is her perishable self. Moreover, the area of accomplishment must extend much beyond the external. Of first importance is voice, its timbre, how and what it pronounces; if stupid, a swan must seek to conceal it , not necessarily from men (a dash of dumbness seldom diminishes masculine respect, though it rarely, regardless of myth, enhances it); rather from clever women, those witch-eyed brilliants who are simultaneously the swan’s mortal enemy and most convinced adorer. Of course the perfect Giselle, she of calmest purity, is herself a clever woman. The cleverest are easily told; and not by any discourse on politics or Proust, any smartly placed banderillas of wit; not, indeed, buy the presence of any positive factor, but the absence of one; self-appreciation. The very nature of her attainment presupposes a certain personal absorption; nonetheless, if one can remark on her face or in her attitude an awareness of the impression she makes, it is a though , attending a banquet, one had the misfortune to glimpse the kitchen.

To pedal realistic chord--- and it must be sounded, if only out of justice to their cousins of coarser plumage—authentic swans are almost never women that nature and the world has deprived. God gave them good bones; some lesser personage, a father, a husband, blessed them with the best of beauty emollients, a splendid bank account. Being a great beauty, and remaining one, is, at the altitude flown here, expensive: a fairly accurate estimate of the annual upkeep could be made—but really, why spark a revolution? And if expenditure were all, a sizable population of sparrows would swiftly be swans.

It may be that the enduring swan glides upon waters of liquefied lucre; but that cannot account for the creature herself—her talent, like all talent, is composed of unpurchasable substances. For a swan is invariably the result of adherence to some aesthetic system of thought, a code transposed into a self-portrait; what we see is the imaginary portrait precisely projected. This is why certain women, while not truly beautiful but triumphs over plainness, can occasionally provide the swan-illusion: their inner vision of themselves is so fixed, decorated with such clever outer artifice, that we surrender to their claim, even stand convinced of its genuineness: and it is genuine; in a way the manque’ swan (our portfolio contains two excellent examples) is more beguiling than the natural (of which, among present company, the classic specimens are Mme. Agnelli, the European swan numero uno, and American’s superb unsurpassable Mrs. William S., Paley): after all , a creation wrought by human nature is of subtler human interest, of finer fascination, than one nature alone has evolved.

A final word: the advent of a swan into a room starts stirring in some persons a decided sense of discomfort. If one is to believe these swan “allergics,” their hostility does not derive from envy, but, so they suggest, from a shadow of “coldness” and “unreality” the swan casts. Yet isn’t it true that an impression of coldness, usually false, accompanies perfection? And might it not be that what the critics actually feel is fear? In the presence of the very beautiful, as in the presence of the immensely intelligent, terror contributes to our over-all reaction, and it is as much fright as appreciation which caused the stabbed-by-an-icicle chill that for a moment murders us when a swan swims into view.



By Truman Capote

Sunday, May 3, 2009

We’re #1

Before we can be #1, we have to work as a team, striving for the best. Being one unified group thinking in the same way. So rather than seeing it this way maybe it should look like this

We’re 1

We’re the one to do it.
We’re the one that can be thoughtful.
We’re one of the people in the place of business that can make a difference.
We’re one group of employees in Minnesota.
We’re one that treat everyone as you wish to be treated.
We’re one that strives to the best in whatever we do.
We’re one that stand for the highest in quality and service.
We’re one that can be in harmony with all of our fellow workers.
We’re one because we can help teach new employees do their job to the best of their ability.




The other night at the opening night of the Wild hockey team, the new owner Bob Neagle, showed how important the number one is. On that great night he told the crowd of 18,500 how important all of them were to the team. On that night he retired the hockey jersey with the number 1 on it, symbolizing that the Wild fans were #1 to making the team so special. There is no NHL team in the country that has the number 1 fan jersey hanging from the top of their arena.

All of St. Paul is #1. We are all part of what makes this a special place to live. We all make it #1. Would it be even more special if everyone in the city felt that they were all part of what make it so special. We are all one together. Are we one? Just think about it everytime you look at the skyline of the city. The highest point in our city has the number 1 on it.

The First Time

You never can live a first time again. That's what's so special about it. Nothing has come before, so you can’t judge it. It's always the best. How can you ever compare that special feeling you have for that person? You get over the person but you can never get over those deep feelings you had. Every situation that you were in has a memory of how good it was.
Now you must move on, not just living without that person but with the memory of that love. Vivid pictures of how it was are etched in your mind for years to come.
The death of her is complete. Even though the memories of her live on, who she is now, does not. My attraction and feelings toward her are so different. No doubt the time that has passed has caused this change. We could never be the same again. That what happens with time. We change. Either you adapt to each other's change or you move apart. To continue to live I've had to move apart.
She has had a part in making the life I've lead much more. As in every good thing, you never forget. That will live on in my memories.