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Cocaine + Surfing: Reviewed By Jack Ryan, Gettysburg College, Jack Ryan
Cocaine + Surfing: Reviewed By Jack Ryan, Gettysburg College, Jack Ryan
English Faculty Publications
If you seek a conclusive answer to the question that seems to anchor Chas Smith's Cocaine + Surfing: A Sordid History of Surfing's Greatest Love Affair, "Did surfing and cocaine start together in Peru and never leave each other's embrace?," you will be disappointed. In his preface, Smith discusses the death of Andy Irons, the three-time world surfing champion from Hawaii who died November 2, 2010, alone in a Dallas hotel room of cardiac arrest brought on by cocaine abuse. Irons was thirty-two years old. According to Smith, no one in the cosseted surfing world was surprised: "Drugs and …
The Black Bruins: Reviewed By Jack Ryan, Gettysburg College, Jack Ryan
The Black Bruins: Reviewed By Jack Ryan, Gettysburg College, Jack Ryan
English Faculty Publications
Sergio Leone's Once Upon a Time in the West opens with a nearly wordless fifteen-minute sequence in which three gunmen do nothing more than wait for the arrival of a train at a remote frontier station. Leone, Dario Argento, and Bernardo Bertolucci constructed the film's screenplay out of portions of their favorite classic westerns, and the opening is a homage to High Noon; however, Leone's three gunmen look nothing like the actors in High Noon. Jack Elam and Al Mulock look like they emerged directly from the desiccated landscape surrounding them, and Woody Strode emits a dusty elegance. …
When Basketball Was Jewish, Jack Ryan
When Basketball Was Jewish, Jack Ryan
English Faculty Publications
Philosopher-novelist Rebecca Newberger Goldstein, writing in Jewish Jocks: An Unorthodox Hall of Fame, describes Barney "Tiny" Sedran, born Bernard Sedransky on the Lower East Side of New York, as a quintessential Jewish basketball player: "manically energetic, compulsively alert, upending expectations, and compensating for short—really short—comings" (17). Sedransky was the "shortest player ever inducted into the Basketball Hall of Fame," she writes, who excelled at a time "when Jews ruled basketball — and lest you think those last three words are a misprint, let me repeat: Jews ruled basketball" (17). Indeed, in the modern era it is easy to forget …
Review Of "Macho Row: The 1993 Phillies And Baseball's Unwritten Code", Jack Ryan
Review Of "Macho Row: The 1993 Phillies And Baseball's Unwritten Code", Jack Ryan
English Faculty Publications
This is a review of William C. Kashatus's Macho Row: The 1993 Phillies and Baseball's Unwritten Code, an account of the misfit bunch that almost returned World Series glory to the City of Brotherly Love.
Review Of "Masters Of The Games", Jack Ryan
Review Of "Masters Of The Games", Jack Ryan
English Faculty Publications
A review of Joseph Epstein's Masters of the Games, a collection of essays, profiles, short stories, and opinion pieces about sports.
Entertaining Angels: Homelessness And The Hospitality Of Faith In Adams County, Christopher R. Fee
Entertaining Angels: Homelessness And The Hospitality Of Faith In Adams County, Christopher R. Fee
English Faculty Publications
I first volunteered at a soup kitchen in the frigid depths of winter in very late 1981 or very early 1982, in the heart of the Rust Belt in the midst of a terrible recession. I should emphasize right from the onset that I didn’t want to be there: I was next to useless and very intimidated, forced to be there by the tradition of service at my all-boys Catholic high school. Still, the experience made quite an impression on me, and I tell that story to my students so that they will understand that I know what’s like to …
Opinion: Housing Our Homeless Vets Is A Duty We’Ll Always Owe, Christopher R. Fee, Joshua L. Stewart
Opinion: Housing Our Homeless Vets Is A Duty We’Ll Always Owe, Christopher R. Fee, Joshua L. Stewart
English Faculty Publications
As we celebrate Veterans Day across America, we are reminded of President Abraham Lincoln’s powerful admonition in the Gettysburg Address regarding what we owe to those who have sacrificed and given of themselves in the defense of the common good. [excerpt]
Medicare At Fifty Needs To Grow, William H. Lane
Medicare At Fifty Needs To Grow, William H. Lane
English Faculty Publications
In America everybody has a healthcare story. A bill impossible to read, an inscrutable "additional" charge, trouble getting insurance, trouble keeping it, a friend or family member who's fallen between the coverage "cracks." [excerpt]
Opinion: Too Many Veterans With Children Are Still Homeless, Christopher R. Fee, Joshua L. Stewart
Opinion: Too Many Veterans With Children Are Still Homeless, Christopher R. Fee, Joshua L. Stewart
English Faculty Publications
Don’t ignore homeless veterans.
As we pause this Veterans Day to reflect on those who have sacrificed in the service of our country, let us not neglect to address the plight of those who have returned to a civilian life with far less promise than they have every right to expect. [excerpt]
Jesus Lives, But Should He Live In My Front Yard?, Christin N. Taylor
Jesus Lives, But Should He Live In My Front Yard?, Christin N. Taylor
English Faculty Publications
As I drove home from church, I eyed the bright foam sign my 6-year-old daughter held. “Jesus is Alive” it read in kid scrawl. “We’re supposed to put them in our yards!” Noelle beamed, eyeing her creation proudly through pink-rimmed glasses.
I imagined our wide, open yard in Pennsylvania, the green grass stretching without fences from one neighbor to the next. Our best friends in the neighborhood, secular humanists, would easily see it. I cringed. What would they think? [excerpt]
Putting A Human Face On The Minimum Wage, Christopher R. Fee
Putting A Human Face On The Minimum Wage, Christopher R. Fee
English Faculty Publications
What is a “livable wage,” and should we strive to raise wages for American workers?
There are lots of conflicting studies and reports. The Congressional Budget Office projects that an increase in the minimum wage from $7.25 an hour to $10.10 an hour would eliminate 500,000 jobs while raising the incomes of nearly 17 million Americans.
Even prominent economists like David Card and David Neumark diametrically disagree on the likely consequences of raising the minimum wage, and their studies of results in New Jersey have consistently yielded conflicting results for decades. [excerpt]
Our National Shame, Christopher R. Fee
Our National Shame, Christopher R. Fee
English Faculty Publications
I spend a lot of time with my students working at soup kitchen and homeless shelters, and each winter, when it gets really cold and dark, my thoughts more often turn back to Dick. Dick died on Jan. 31, 1988. He was a veteran who served in Germany in the 1950s and was a graduate of St. John's University in New York, where his father has been an Engligh professor.
Dick had completed most of the work for his MBA during a career which included positions at Procter & Gamble, Federated Department Stores, and National Cash Register. At the time …
My Psychologist, My Psychiatrist, Fred G. Leebron
My Psychologist, My Psychiatrist, Fred G. Leebron
English Faculty Publications
I could not distinguish between them except by what we did. I was ten, then eleven. I would not ride the school bus. I always slunk home saying I missed it. I made my mother come to school with me every day, and sit in the lobby so I could wave to her during recess and class changes. In the evenings my father would come home from work, hear my mother's report, and storm upstairs, his weight pounding on the hardwood steps. I would be out of breath with crying, my head in the pillow, waiting to feel what he …