My family and I have been going on vacation with the same five families for more than 25 years. We always go the first or second week of August. We always go to the same place, Watervale, which is near Frankfort, Mich. about 300 miles from Oak Park.
Oak Park is a little like Notre Dame football or Morton's Steakhouse. Lots of people love it. Lots of people hate it. I only recently became aware of the depth of the animus when I began writing and blogging about my son's likely move from Oak Park to a different western suburb.
I sometimes think the best that we can hope for is that things will get worse slowly. The cynical, protracted negotiations over raising the budget ceiling are only the latest brick in my house of doom. The seas rise. The air thickens. The rich grow richer. The poor grow poorer. Government fails us. Greed and arrogance are not sins, but ambitions.
The May 26 District 200 board meeting was the last one of the 2010-11 school year. I'm guessing the OPRF school board was as relieved as the students and teachers to be finished with a difficult year. The new superintendent, Steven Isoye, got through his first year without being charged with plagiarism, so he's already ahead of his predecessor.
When I was little, I wanted to be famous. I'm not sure exactly why, but I would guess it had something to do with reading lots of history and sports biographies and a wish to improve upon a lower middle class life in New Albany, Ind.
On April 11, 1936 the Lake Theatre opened in Oak Park with a single screen and a seating capacity of 1,750. Theaters were huge in those days long before today's much smaller multiplexes. The opening was surely a hot topic of conversation for Oak Parkers. Designed by Thomas Lamb, the Lake was a great example of the art deco style.
I was going to write about the proposed low-income development for the old Comcast Building or the possibility of closing the high school's campus, but let's be honest, everything that needs to be said about these dueling teapot tempests has been said. Let's have a vote, and get on with it. Besides only a tiny vocal percentage of villagers really care about these issues.
Reading Wednesday Journal the first months of 2011 might cause one to conclude that these are important, momentous times for our community. The controversies over the future of the Comcast building, District 97's referendum and the possible closing of the high school's campus are serious matters.
When I was a kid it was not cool to be a tattletale. Sure the teachers endured the little snitches that told them that Johnny was copying off Mary, or Jimmy had cut in the lunch line, but almost everyone else could not abide a tattletale, hence the school yard chant: "Tell, tell, tattletale, stick your head in a dinner bell." I would rather have sat next to a girl on the bus than be a tattletale.