By Day’s End, It Was Nearly Perfect

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By Day’s End, It Was Nearly Perfect

The airplane was coming in damaged and ablaze.

The pilot needed to land on the aircraft carrier’s flight deck, a tiny postage stamp in the middle of the ocean, and additionally had to snag the tailhook on the arresting wire to keep from skidding off.

Moreover, the pilot would have only one try. If he came in at the wrong angle, the wrong incline, the wrong speed, there would be no time for a second approach.

There actually proved nearly not time enough for one attempt: mere seconds after the pilot landed perfectly and escaped the cockpit quickly, the plane became a fireball.

The heart-skipping adventure was related to me by my luncheon seatmate, himself a hero in a “Vietnam Veteran” hat and buddy of the pilot, before I was to get up and share stories about John Wooden. I think my seatmate rightly should have been given the microphone as the day’s guest speaker.

The top block of Coach Wooden’s famous Pyramid of Success is “Competitive Greatness” which he defined thusly: “Be at your best when your best is needed.” Hearing the harrowing fireball tale, I told my seatmate: “That is truly being at your best when your best is needed!”

As generally happens when I am asked to give a talk, I wind up on the receiving end. This time, not only did I leave with a new tale to share about true “Competitive Greatness” but I also departed with a new book – “Coach Wooden and Me” by Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, an unexpected gift from my storytelling seatmate, Tom McEachern.1perfectDayWiiden

Making Tom’s thoughtfulness all the more special was that it mimicked a kindness Coach Wooden once did me. As I was leaving his home at the end of an afternoon visit, he excused himself to go to his study and returned with a book as a gift.

I thanked Coach, but embarrassingly told him he had already given me too many gifts in the past. I insisted he keep the book and that I would happily stop at the bookstore on my way home to buy my own copy.

Smiling wryly, Coach said: “Well, Woody, I can’t very well give it to anyone else because I’ve already signed it to you.”

We shared a laugh before Coach rejoined: “I still want you to stop at the bookstore to buy an extra copy and give it to a friend for no reason.”

In other words, in Wooden-ism words: “Make friendship a fine art.”

Tom had not known this story before buying me a gift book, but after hearing me share the anecdote during my talk he did a second Wooden-like thing: he had me sign an extra copy of my memoir “Wooden & Me” to give to one of his friends for no reason.

Later that same day, another Wooden-ism I shared with the audience returned to mind: “You cannot live a perfect day until you do something for someone else who will never be able to repay you.”

Inspired by Coach, and by Tom, and most specifically by a young man in Chicago – who I mentioned in this space a month ago after he gave the expensive winter boots off his own feet to a homeless man with tattered sneakers – I gave a nearly new pair of running shoes to a local homeless man because his shoes had deteriorated so greatly they afforded less protection than flip-flops.

Truth is, I received far more than I gave.

On this same day still, and returning full circle to books, a friend told me she was donating some new books to a Little Free Library on my behalf.

I am not sure it is possible to live a perfect day, but this one was definitely a very, very good one.

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Woody Woodburn writes a weekly column for The Ventura County Star and can be contacted at WoodyWriter@gmail.com.

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“Only in America” is Shameful

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‘Only in America’ Has Assumed Tragic Meaning

I had a different column written for today – finished, polished and ready to file to my editor.

Then a mass shooting happened in America again, in Florida this time, in a school once more.

The thing is, if I wrote my weekly column on the mass mayhem every time it occurs in America, I would write about nothing else. In the first seven weeks of 2018 alone, there have been 30 such shootings.

No, I simply cannot write about ugly shootings every time we have an ugly shooting any more than I can write about beautiful sunsets every time we have a beautiful sunset over the Channel Islands.

Moreover, I try to use my space here each Saturday morning to lift spirits, not deflate them; to give smiles, not erase them; to offer a respite from front-page realities. As it is, I have gone against this goal and written too many columns on mass shootings – Las Vegas, San Bernardino, Sandy Hook and ten more. What else could I write that I haven’t already?

Here is what I have not before said: I am ashamed of my country.

Make no mistake, I love America and cherish our freedoms.

I am blessed to have been born in the U.S. But I am also ashamed of us. Ashamed that we allow the wholesale slaughter of our citizens – of our school children! – without doing anything meaningful to try to slow the carnage, much less stop it.

“Wholesale slaughter” is not hyperbole. Seventeen people were murdered and 14 more wounded this time by one gunman on Feb. 14 at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Fla. By comparison, the Al Capone gang’s infamous “Valentine’s Day Massacre” left just seven dead.

Statistically, a Capone-like “Valentine’s Day Massacre” happens nearly sixfold daily in the U.S. with more than 40 gun deaths on average. In answer to this deadly gunfire, out of Washington, D.C. comes only silence.

That is not true. Our elected officials are big on voicing condolences and prayers, but small on offering any action. By a majority they insist gun legislation won’t work; that what we need are more guns because good guys with guns stop bad guys with guns; that criminals will get guns anyway; that citizens have a right to assault-style weapons; that cars kill people too.

These are falsehoods and lies, rationalizations and distractions. No other county on earth has this cancer.1flag

America has a proud history of fighting for human rights around the globe. Mass shootings and school shootings, too often one in the same, have become a human rights issue here at home. For our elected officials to not take serious measures to try to stop the triggers from being pulled is to effectively have their fingers on those triggers.

Those who will attack me for being unpatriotic, I offer Teddy Roosevelt’s words: “To announce that there must be no criticism of the President, or that we are to stand by the President, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public.”

The same is true for the argument that we are to stand by our country, right or wrong.

The videos of the shooting that some Parkland students captured on their cellphones are truly chilling. It is also chilling to realize that these school shootings have become so commonplace that our students and teachers routinely go through lockdown drills the way past generations did fire drills.

“Only in America” used to be a term of pride; when it comes to gun violence, it is one of shame.

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Woody Woodburn writes a weekly column for The Ventura County Star and can be contacted at WoodyWriter@gmail.com.

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Westerns Author Rides to Rescue

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Local Westerns Author Finds Self in Non-Fiction Battle

Western novels do not enjoy the widespread popularity they did in the mid-20th century when Louis L’Amour was riding high in the author saddle. Still, the genre retains a loyal following.

Part of the appeal of “frontier stories,” as L’Amour called them, is they offer an escape from a confusing grey world by providing fictional black-and-white-hat clarity; good guys and bad guys; right versus wrong.

And, of course, frontier stories offer a hero.

Such is the case with “Coyote Courage,” the first in a trilogy – followed by “Coyote Creek” and “Coyote Canyon” – written by Thousand Oaks resident Scott Harris.

The hero in the “Coyote” series is Brock Clemons, the last name being inspired by the author’s admiration for Samuel Clemens, better know by his pen name Mark Twain.1coyotecover

Brock also bears inspiration from Harris, although the author declines any similarities beyond their shared affinity for whiskey and cigars. Because I know Harris as a friend, I know he is being overly modest. He and Brock also share core values of truth and honesty, fair play and chivalry.

Two weeks ago, life imitated art when Harris found himself in a Brock-like plotline. Conejo Valley Unified School District board trustee Mike Dunn sent an email to Harris threatening to harm the reputation of his business, Mustang Marketing, if he did not silence employee Jessica Weihe. As a parent, Weihe has been critical of Dunn.

That has me on the same page with Weihe. I took Dunn to task last July for his role in not approving for the ninth-grade core literature list – thus, effectively banning – Sherman Alexie’s national award-winning young adult novel “The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian,” or PTI for short.

Unbelievably, and irresponsibly, Dunn “banned” (would not approve) PTI despite admitting he had not read it. I did read it and it is terrific and well worthy of high school students’ study and discussion. In Ventura County especially, where we have racial and economic diversity, PTI’s themes are of paramount relevance and importance for our youth.

As for violence and sex – “pornographic” is the word Dunn has employed, and wrongly in disparaging PTI – the novel is tamer than most every prime-time sitcom on network television today. Moreover, every newscast and newspaper features more violence than this novel.

Suggestion: a school district’s “opt-out” policy from reading an assigned novel should include the requirement that one of the student’s parents first read the book – and answer a worksheet to ensure they did – so they do not make such a decision blindly.

Certainly the black-hat-wearing Dunn would have been wise to read “Coyote Courage” before picking a fight with Weihe. Had Dunn done so, he might have anticipated that Weihe’s boss would stand up Brock-like to a bully on her behalf.

Not only in name but also in character is Brock Clemons inspired by Mark Twain, who said: “It is a worthy thing to fight for one’s freedom; it is another to fight for another man’s.”

Brock does just that in “Coyote Courage” where he fights to save the town from outlaws. Importantly, Brock does not do so alone – he rallies the townspeople in Dry Springs to stand up with him.

In Conejo, “Brock” – that is, Scott Harris – fought for the First Amendment. He, too, did not do so alone – he rallied the community. The result this week was the censure of Dunn by the CVUSD board, and by a unanimous 4-0 vote.

By the way, the title of Harris’ debut novel refers to a coyote’s trait of attacking anything that is weaker than it is. Or, if the foe is larger and stronger, coyotes will attack only if they have the adversary greatly outnumbered. Hence, to have the courage of a coyote is to cowardly avoid a fair fight.

Life imitates art: when the fight came Tuesday evening at the school board meeting, Dunn was a no-show.

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Woody Woodburn writes a weekly column for The Ventura County Star and can be contacted at WoodyWriter@gmail.com.

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Overrated (and Underrated) Opinions

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Today’s Column is Overrated (and Underrated)

 My rating of ratings – be they customers on Yelp, consumers on Amazon, movie critics in a newspaper – is that they are overrated.

Nonetheless, I hereby offer a myriad of ratings. Specifically, a list of things that are either “overrated” or “underrated” in my view.

The word “myriad” is underrated and, thus, underused.

Word-of-mouth recommendations are underrated and overrated – it depends on the mouth.

Freedom of speech is underrated.

A free press is likewise underrated until it becomes threatened.

The Super Bowl is overrated, its commercials are overrated, the halftime ceremony is overrated – and yet when friends get together, Super Bowl Sunday as a whole is underrated.

Speaking of friends, a truly good one cannot be overrated.

Speaking of football, it pains me to admit this, but Tom Brady is not overrated.

Being able to turn on your faucet and safely drink the tap water is supremely underrated.

Bottled water is overrated – except when you are in a place where the tap water is unsafe, or simply tastes like minerals.

Libraries – public, school, in one’s home – are underrated.

A walk on the beach, or in the woods, is underrated.

Doctors are generally rated just about right, I believe, but nurses are underrated.

Having a really good dentist is underrated.

TV is overrated, but public television and public radio are underrated.

Children’s laughter cannot be overrated.

The goose-bump thrill of seeing great artwork in person cannot be overrated – a child’s artwork held by a magnet on a refrigerator is likewise underrated.

Having a good mechanic, handyman or plumber is underrated.

Newspapers, be it print or online, are underrated.

Makeup is overrated by a myriad of women.

Holding hands, be it with a boyfriend or girlfriend, with a husband or wife, with a child or the elderly, is underrated.

Independent bookstores, quirky music stores, and cozy coffee shops are underrated.

Indie movies as a whole are overrated, but individually a myriad are underrated.

I always thought firefighters were underrated. After the Thomas Fire, despite their bravery and deeds that have fostered a greater appreciation by the public, I still think these heroes are underrated.

Gift cards are overrated – crisp cash tucked old-school inside a card, like my Aunt Shirley used to do when I was young, is the underrated way to give when you don’t know what to buy.

Theme parks and roller coasters are overrated, but county fairs and Ferris wheels are underrated.

Congress received a 20-percent approval rating in the most recent Gallup poll. In other words, Congress remains overrated.

Email is overused, but underrated.1letters

Handwritten notes, cards and letters sent in the mail cannot be overrated.

The Emmys as a show is overrated. Ditto the Oscars and Golden Globes and the rest.

It seems preposterous, given her record 21 Academy Award nominations, but Meryl Streep might be underrated.

The importance of raw talent is overrated while effort and persistence are underrated.

The value of having music and art education in our schools is grossly underrated.

Flowers in a garden are underrated; vegetable gardens are more underrated; and a blanket of wildflowers in a field even more so.

The durability of today’s tires – on cars and bikes – is underrated, or at least underappreciated.

Fabric softener is overrated.

The importance of the thinness of a smartphone is overrated considering most people add a thicker protective case to it.

Thick towels are underrated.

The value of a compliment is underrated by the giver, but not by the person receiving it.

John Steinbeck is overrated. Just kidding, as I cannot help but return to his work time and again.

Farmer’s markets are greatly underrated.

Strawberries in wintertime – the fresh locally grown fruit, not my book – are underrated.

Thursday’s wee morning rare “Super Blue Blood Moon” lunar eclipse was overrated in the days leading up to it, but proved to be underrated in the moments of its splendor.

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Woody Woodburn writes a weekly column for The Ventura County Star and can be contacted at WoodyWriter@gmail.com.

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