From adoring O.J. Simpson to abhoring him
Exactly 50 years have passed since the 1967 college football season. I was a ninth-grader at Hill Junior High School in Dallas, growing up but still quite immature. That, I believe, helps explain why I was so enthralled with the showing of a particular player out on the West Coast. The reference is to O.J. Simpson of the University of Southern California. I read about him, saw him on television and heard commentary. He had silky moves and was able to run 100 yards in 9.4 seconds. He could… read on
Teachers I remember from Bryan Adams High School
My college days consisted of seven semesters at the University of Texas and one at Stephen F. Austin State University. During that time, I recall just one truly bad teacher—Dr. Herbert Hirsch, a bull-headed, left-wing government professor at UT. The others ranged from outstanding to adequate. What about my three years at BA? Much the same, except that there was nothing like Hirsch, who still merits a grade of “F” in my book. All, I think, were up to the tasks required of them. With the help… read on
And so my campaign on behalf of Abner Haynes comes to an end
Tuesday, December 6, 2016. Tonight in New York City—the Grand Ballroom of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel, to be exact—14 former players will be inducted into the College Football Hall of Fame, operated by the National Football Foundation. Abner Haynes will not be among them, it pains me to say. For the past 12 months, I have written articles, made videos, sent out letters and e-mails, and done everything I could to present Haynes’ case. I will state uncategorically that he should have been so… read on
Since I failed to get his name, let’s call him Mr. Park. He was a nice young (mid-30s) man who said he worked for a company in the R&D field. We were at adjoining tables in the Paris Baguette I have visited many times during my almost eight years in Gangnam. After the initial pleasantries, we began to discuss the fact that Donald Trump had won the presidential election on November 7.
Mr. Park and I agreed that there seems to be a huge divide in my former homeland about this event and its… read on
Nine years in Korea
The date was November 14, 2007—exactly nine years ago—and I got on an airplane in Austin, Texas destined for Daegu, Korea. I had been in the land of the morning calm once before, back in February 1994, to interview Dr. Soo-Gon Kim for my book on international students at the University of Texas. I stayed just three days, but it left a strong impression. Korea seemed like a very exotic place. I was certain that I would never be back; such is the serendipity of life.
Given my sentimental and… read on