One of my heroes has left us.
Of course, I kind of think he left most of us behind a long time ago.
Sir Arthur C. Clark was one of the most intelligent writers I've ever had the pleasure of reading. I have devoured almost everything he's ever put out, although there are a few small holes in my list. I will correct that soon enough.
Naturally my favorites are the Space Odyssey series, although there is one earlier one I like every bit as much. I personally enjoyed reading 2010 a little more than 2001, although there is no doubt which was more significant. Although there were those in the scientific community who preceded him, Clark was one of the first to challenge people's ideas about our place in the universe in the "mainstream" media world. At least he was among the first in my experience, perhaps that is why I was so attracted to his work at a very early age.
By the time 2001 was released, I had already read "The Sands of Mars" and "Childhood's End".
The latter still remains one of my favorite books of all time. If you have not read it, you would do well to pick it up. It holds up well for a science fiction book written in the early '50s.
When 2001 came out in the theaters I was only 10 and my Mom did not let me go see it. I got the book , though, and saw the movie at a late show when I was around 14 or 15. He and Kubrick made a hell of a pair! It was one of the very few movies I ever bought. I have not yet updated it to DVD, but I will.
I bought 3001 when it was released in '97. Yes, I got it right away even though that meant forking out the bucks for the hardback. In it there is a forward featuring an extensive interview with Clark in which he recounts the creation of 2001. It was actually Stanley Kubrick who pushed him into the project. The book and the movie were done simultaneously, so he and Kubrick would constantly be calling each other and saying things like"hey, you've got to rewrite / reshoot this part because I added this and that won't make sense now." Or " hey, I really want to use this effect, can you work that into the story somewhere?" I can almost hear it.
More recently he collaborated with Stephen Baxter on a great little series consisting of "Time's Eye, "Sunstorm", and "Firstborn". The first two were very good, although "Time's Eye" was definitely better. I haven't read "Firstborn" yet, it's in that pile of books waiting to get read on my office shelf. I just keep picking them up, and I'm collecting about 2 now for every 1 that I get around to reading. Mmmm, the downside of blogging, maybe?
I truly regret that Clark will no longer be around to excite me every so often with his amazing prescience. But he leaves a huge library of work, with a number of offerings I haven't gotten to yet, many that are worth the time to re-read, and a new one that is due to be published this year. So I will continue to enjoy his genius for years to come I'm sure!
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Thursday, March 20, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Getting Old
No, not me.
Although I really am feeling my age a little more every day, I am referring to this business of acknowledging the death of someone I knew. Damn, I'm not THAT old!
Last Tuesday the father of one of my dearest friends passed away. He was another hometown hero, but of a different sort. I wrote about Don Cardwell in my last post, who was a major league pitcher for about 13 years.
Bob Estes was not known on the national stage like Don, but he was beloved in this town. Bob anchored the local AM news station WSJS for many years. He started at the station in 1941, and stayed there until his retirement in 1979. During that tenure, he also spent 11 years as a TV personality, anchoring the WSJS Evening News at 6 and 11. When WSJS sold the TV branch, Bob stayed with the radio company, and residents of this area never tired of his eloquent voice.
I met his son Chris through my wife in the mid-70's. Like most teenagers, I didn't listen to the old AM news station much on my own, but I worked with a man who listened to nothing but WSJS. I actually came to enjoy the local personalities on the station, especially since their arrival on-air meant that damn Limbaugh guy's show was finally over. I knew Chris for some time before I finally made the connection between him and the Estes that I heard on the radio almost every day. Later I was fortunate enough to get to know Chris' dad a little better and occasionally did some work around their home.
Bob was the quintessential gentleman. He loved poetry, and to hear him recite was a privelage.
He was able to recite Gerard Manley Hopkins' "The Wreck of The Deutschland" in it's entirety even at 93.
This past fall Bob lost his wife of 68 years, Carol. I can only imagine how tough it must be for my friend Chris to lose his father so soon after saying goodbye to his mother. I attended Carol's funeral. During the service, mention was made of her gift of writing poetry. They played a recording of Bob reciting one of Carol's poems. It was incredibly moving. By the sound of Bob's voice, I assumed the recording had been made years before. After all he was 93 now. His voice was so strong, so vibrant, so powerful, reading the writing of his nearly life-long partner. While talking to Chris and the family after the service I found out the recording had been made the day before. What a gift, to have a voice like that! He had apparently considered doing the recital live at the service, but he was a perfectionist, and he was afraid he would get too emotional to do it properly.
His voice was his art.
Bob Estes was a gentleman's gentleman, he will be missed.
Although I really am feeling my age a little more every day, I am referring to this business of acknowledging the death of someone I knew. Damn, I'm not THAT old!
Last Tuesday the father of one of my dearest friends passed away. He was another hometown hero, but of a different sort. I wrote about Don Cardwell in my last post, who was a major league pitcher for about 13 years.
Bob Estes was not known on the national stage like Don, but he was beloved in this town. Bob anchored the local AM news station WSJS for many years. He started at the station in 1941, and stayed there until his retirement in 1979. During that tenure, he also spent 11 years as a TV personality, anchoring the WSJS Evening News at 6 and 11. When WSJS sold the TV branch, Bob stayed with the radio company, and residents of this area never tired of his eloquent voice.
I met his son Chris through my wife in the mid-70's. Like most teenagers, I didn't listen to the old AM news station much on my own, but I worked with a man who listened to nothing but WSJS. I actually came to enjoy the local personalities on the station, especially since their arrival on-air meant that damn Limbaugh guy's show was finally over. I knew Chris for some time before I finally made the connection between him and the Estes that I heard on the radio almost every day. Later I was fortunate enough to get to know Chris' dad a little better and occasionally did some work around their home.
Bob was the quintessential gentleman. He loved poetry, and to hear him recite was a privelage.
He was able to recite Gerard Manley Hopkins' "The Wreck of The Deutschland" in it's entirety even at 93.
This past fall Bob lost his wife of 68 years, Carol. I can only imagine how tough it must be for my friend Chris to lose his father so soon after saying goodbye to his mother. I attended Carol's funeral. During the service, mention was made of her gift of writing poetry. They played a recording of Bob reciting one of Carol's poems. It was incredibly moving. By the sound of Bob's voice, I assumed the recording had been made years before. After all he was 93 now. His voice was so strong, so vibrant, so powerful, reading the writing of his nearly life-long partner. While talking to Chris and the family after the service I found out the recording had been made the day before. What a gift, to have a voice like that! He had apparently considered doing the recital live at the service, but he was a perfectionist, and he was afraid he would get too emotional to do it properly.
His voice was his art.
Bob Estes was a gentleman's gentleman, he will be missed.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
On the Passing of Don Cardwell - A Hometown Hero
A true hometown hero, Don Cardwell, passed away on Monday, Jan. 14. Cardwell was a major league pitcher for about 13 years, playing for 5 teams in the NL.
Cardwell was born and raised in Winston-Salem and attended Gray High School on the south side of town. He raised his own family in the suberb of Clemmons, where I grew up. His son, Gary, and I were friends, as were all kids the same age in Clemmons. We all were in the same class at Clemmons Elementary, as there was only one class per grade. We played together, at recess and on the Little League field, although Gary was a much better ball player than I. Imagine that! Of course, Don himself was hardly ever around, but I didn't notice that. None of our dads were very visible. The mothers pretty much handled everything that had to do with the kids.
Gary's mother, Don's wife, was a Den Mother for our Cub Scout pack one year. I'm pretty sure it was the "Bear Cub" year, which would have been about 3rd grade. That was when I first realized that Gary's dad was the real deal. Gary was very humble about it, and did not talk about his dad much. It was when I saw the pictures and cool stuff at their home that I really connected his dad to "real" baseball, and I started paying attention. Then, lo and behold, there he was on one of my Topps baseball cards! Oh, the excitement! Of course, he played for Pittsburgh, who I hated, but I still rooted for him to do well. I soon learned that not only was he a "real" pitcher, but he had thrown a no-hitter even! It was back in 1960, when I was barely 2. Then he got traded to the Mets, which was like baseball purgatory, but at least I knew I could pull for him and it wouldn't be affecting my Red Sox negatively.
Imagine our surprise when, in 1969, the Mets won the NL pennant. They came from way back to take the NL East in the 1st year of divisional play when the Cubs went into a massive late-season slump. Then they surprised everyone by sweeping the Braves in the 1st NLCS. Cardwell did not get to pitch in that series, but the Mets won despite the great Hank Aaron who hit home runs in each of the games. We were at school during game 3 and came home to get the news that night. Mr. Cardwell's Mets (that's how we thought of them by then) were going to the World Series. And now they were going to be on the Big Stage. And we might get to see Gary's dad, the Major League pitcher, on the TV - WOW! Still, nobody really gave them much of a chance against the powerful Orioles, with the Robinsons, Frank & Brooks, and big Boog Powell. After all, they only made the postseason because of this funky new division system and the Cubs meltdown, but weren't they just special for getting that far!
In Game 1 it happened. Tom Seaver started, and then Don Cardwell got called in to pitch! Now I must admit that I needed Retrosheet's help with some of the details that follow, but I distinctly remember the emotions. I remember the excitement of seeing him take the mound, and I remember the disappointment when he only got to pitch 1 inning, which we were greatly upset about. Seaver had pitched the first 5 innings. He gave up 4 runs before being lifted for a pinch-hitter in the top of the 6th. Cardwell pitched the bottom of the 6th, sitting down 3 straight. We felt surely he would be back out, but in the top of the 7th, New York loaded the bases, then scored a run on a sac fly. With 2 on, 2 outs, and down by 3, Cardwell was replaced by a pinch-hitter, who promptly grounded out. Boy, were we mad! The O's held on to win with Seaver taking the loss.
On Sunday Jerry Koosman pitched. I have always thought Koosman pitched the whole game, but the Box Score shows the fraility of the human memory. He actually went 8 2/3 before walking Frank Robinson and Boog Powell. Ron Taylor came in and got Brooks Robinson to ground out for the save and a tied series.
On Tuesday, with one of our classmate's father in the big game, we got to go to the auditorium and watch the game on a TV that someone had brought in and set up on the stage. That afternoon we stayed at the school and watched together, even though school ended before the game did. The Mets starter was Gary Gentry, a rookie - surely we would get to see Cardwell in this game. But when he was pulled another youngster, some guy named Nolan Ryan, was put in. That was in the 7th inning. Well that couldn't last long, we thought. Ryan proved us wrong, finishing the game out for the save and a 2 games to 1 lead.
We got to watch the next 2 games as well, but Cardwell never got another chance. First Seaver, then Koosman threw complete game gems to end it in 5 games. Seaver had to go 10 innings after giving up 2 hits and a tying sac fly in the top of the 9th, but held on for the win. In game 5 Koosman gave up 2 homers in the 3rd inning and fell behind 3 - 0. We thought this is it, we would get to see Gary's dad for sure, which would be even cooler than game 1 since it might be for the series win. Koosman came back strong, though, and only allowed 1 hit and 1 walk after that to finish out the game. Although we (most of us, anyway) wanted the Mets to win, we also secretly hoped that maybe Koosman would falter, or the Mets wouldn't come back and there would be a 6th game, giving our local hero another shot in the spotlight, but it wasn't to be. The Mets scored 2 in the 6th, 1 to tie in the 7th, and 2 in the 8th. Koosman gave up his first walk of the game to lead off the top of the 9th, but then sat down the next 3 to end it and complete the upset. Cardwell only made the 1 appearance, but it was a huge moment for us all, and he got a hero's welcome when he returned home, even though he played for "one of those yankee teams"!
Of course, Cardwell's career was much more than that 1 inning in 1969. He started in pro ball straight out of high school in 1954, and made his ML debut with the Phillies in 1957. He never broke the .500 mark with Philly and was traded to the Cubs in May of 1960. Imagine, someone I knew had played on the same team with the immortal Ernie Banks! Just two days after that trade he pitched his no-hitter against the St. Louis Cardinals. In that game he walked the second batter in the 1st inning, but that was it. He faced just one batter over the minimum. He struck out 7, with 2 of those K's coming against the tough Clete Boyer, and he struck out the great Stan Musial when Stan pinch-hit for Curt Flood in the 8th.
In 1961 Cardwell had what was probably his best year. He went 15 - 14 for the Cubs, with an ERA of 3.82 and 156 strikeouts, which was 9th in the league. His 38 games started was the most in the NL. In October of '62 the Cubs traded him to the Cardinals for Lindy McDaniel, who was his opponent the day he threw the no-hitter. But the Cards traded him in November and he pitched the next 4 years for the Pirates. He was a starter his first 3 years there, but in 1966 spent most of his time in relief. He was then traded to the young Mets club, where he was predominately a starter again. He posted respectable ERA's with the Mets, but never had a winning season with them. This was surely at least partly due to the fact that, prior to that second half of '69, the Mets were just awful.
After the World Series year Cardwell didn't see much action in 1970, and was traded to the Braves that summer. He pitched in 16 games for Atlanta, mostly in relief. When the Braves released him that winter he retired and returned to North Carolina and his family.
For his career he was 102 - 138, with a 3.92 ERA and 1211 strikeouts.
He went to work, as so many former ball players seem to, for a local car dealership. He was their top salesman several years. He was also well known as a very good golfer, playing in a lot of the local pro-am events. Every so often he would pop up in the news, commenting for the local station on things like the strike in '94 or speaking at local events. Mostly, though, he shied away from attention and the spotlight.
He stayed active and only retired this past year, in the spring of 2007. He was still married to Sylvia, Gary's mother, at the time of his death, after 53 years. He was 72 years old.
Don Cardwell has left us, but I still have those memories of watching a local boy who made it to the show.
Thanks! :)
Cardwell was born and raised in Winston-Salem and attended Gray High School on the south side of town. He raised his own family in the suberb of Clemmons, where I grew up. His son, Gary, and I were friends, as were all kids the same age in Clemmons. We all were in the same class at Clemmons Elementary, as there was only one class per grade. We played together, at recess and on the Little League field, although Gary was a much better ball player than I. Imagine that! Of course, Don himself was hardly ever around, but I didn't notice that. None of our dads were very visible. The mothers pretty much handled everything that had to do with the kids.
Gary's mother, Don's wife, was a Den Mother for our Cub Scout pack one year. I'm pretty sure it was the "Bear Cub" year, which would have been about 3rd grade. That was when I first realized that Gary's dad was the real deal. Gary was very humble about it, and did not talk about his dad much. It was when I saw the pictures and cool stuff at their home that I really connected his dad to "real" baseball, and I started paying attention. Then, lo and behold, there he was on one of my Topps baseball cards! Oh, the excitement! Of course, he played for Pittsburgh, who I hated, but I still rooted for him to do well. I soon learned that not only was he a "real" pitcher, but he had thrown a no-hitter even! It was back in 1960, when I was barely 2. Then he got traded to the Mets, which was like baseball purgatory, but at least I knew I could pull for him and it wouldn't be affecting my Red Sox negatively.
Imagine our surprise when, in 1969, the Mets won the NL pennant. They came from way back to take the NL East in the 1st year of divisional play when the Cubs went into a massive late-season slump. Then they surprised everyone by sweeping the Braves in the 1st NLCS. Cardwell did not get to pitch in that series, but the Mets won despite the great Hank Aaron who hit home runs in each of the games. We were at school during game 3 and came home to get the news that night. Mr. Cardwell's Mets (that's how we thought of them by then) were going to the World Series. And now they were going to be on the Big Stage. And we might get to see Gary's dad, the Major League pitcher, on the TV - WOW! Still, nobody really gave them much of a chance against the powerful Orioles, with the Robinsons, Frank & Brooks, and big Boog Powell. After all, they only made the postseason because of this funky new division system and the Cubs meltdown, but weren't they just special for getting that far!
In Game 1 it happened. Tom Seaver started, and then Don Cardwell got called in to pitch! Now I must admit that I needed Retrosheet's help with some of the details that follow, but I distinctly remember the emotions. I remember the excitement of seeing him take the mound, and I remember the disappointment when he only got to pitch 1 inning, which we were greatly upset about. Seaver had pitched the first 5 innings. He gave up 4 runs before being lifted for a pinch-hitter in the top of the 6th. Cardwell pitched the bottom of the 6th, sitting down 3 straight. We felt surely he would be back out, but in the top of the 7th, New York loaded the bases, then scored a run on a sac fly. With 2 on, 2 outs, and down by 3, Cardwell was replaced by a pinch-hitter, who promptly grounded out. Boy, were we mad! The O's held on to win with Seaver taking the loss.
On Sunday Jerry Koosman pitched. I have always thought Koosman pitched the whole game, but the Box Score shows the fraility of the human memory. He actually went 8 2/3 before walking Frank Robinson and Boog Powell. Ron Taylor came in and got Brooks Robinson to ground out for the save and a tied series.
On Tuesday, with one of our classmate's father in the big game, we got to go to the auditorium and watch the game on a TV that someone had brought in and set up on the stage. That afternoon we stayed at the school and watched together, even though school ended before the game did. The Mets starter was Gary Gentry, a rookie - surely we would get to see Cardwell in this game. But when he was pulled another youngster, some guy named Nolan Ryan, was put in. That was in the 7th inning. Well that couldn't last long, we thought. Ryan proved us wrong, finishing the game out for the save and a 2 games to 1 lead.
We got to watch the next 2 games as well, but Cardwell never got another chance. First Seaver, then Koosman threw complete game gems to end it in 5 games. Seaver had to go 10 innings after giving up 2 hits and a tying sac fly in the top of the 9th, but held on for the win. In game 5 Koosman gave up 2 homers in the 3rd inning and fell behind 3 - 0. We thought this is it, we would get to see Gary's dad for sure, which would be even cooler than game 1 since it might be for the series win. Koosman came back strong, though, and only allowed 1 hit and 1 walk after that to finish out the game. Although we (most of us, anyway) wanted the Mets to win, we also secretly hoped that maybe Koosman would falter, or the Mets wouldn't come back and there would be a 6th game, giving our local hero another shot in the spotlight, but it wasn't to be. The Mets scored 2 in the 6th, 1 to tie in the 7th, and 2 in the 8th. Koosman gave up his first walk of the game to lead off the top of the 9th, but then sat down the next 3 to end it and complete the upset. Cardwell only made the 1 appearance, but it was a huge moment for us all, and he got a hero's welcome when he returned home, even though he played for "one of those yankee teams"!
Of course, Cardwell's career was much more than that 1 inning in 1969. He started in pro ball straight out of high school in 1954, and made his ML debut with the Phillies in 1957. He never broke the .500 mark with Philly and was traded to the Cubs in May of 1960. Imagine, someone I knew had played on the same team with the immortal Ernie Banks! Just two days after that trade he pitched his no-hitter against the St. Louis Cardinals. In that game he walked the second batter in the 1st inning, but that was it. He faced just one batter over the minimum. He struck out 7, with 2 of those K's coming against the tough Clete Boyer, and he struck out the great Stan Musial when Stan pinch-hit for Curt Flood in the 8th.
In 1961 Cardwell had what was probably his best year. He went 15 - 14 for the Cubs, with an ERA of 3.82 and 156 strikeouts, which was 9th in the league. His 38 games started was the most in the NL. In October of '62 the Cubs traded him to the Cardinals for Lindy McDaniel, who was his opponent the day he threw the no-hitter. But the Cards traded him in November and he pitched the next 4 years for the Pirates. He was a starter his first 3 years there, but in 1966 spent most of his time in relief. He was then traded to the young Mets club, where he was predominately a starter again. He posted respectable ERA's with the Mets, but never had a winning season with them. This was surely at least partly due to the fact that, prior to that second half of '69, the Mets were just awful.
After the World Series year Cardwell didn't see much action in 1970, and was traded to the Braves that summer. He pitched in 16 games for Atlanta, mostly in relief. When the Braves released him that winter he retired and returned to North Carolina and his family.
For his career he was 102 - 138, with a 3.92 ERA and 1211 strikeouts.
He went to work, as so many former ball players seem to, for a local car dealership. He was their top salesman several years. He was also well known as a very good golfer, playing in a lot of the local pro-am events. Every so often he would pop up in the news, commenting for the local station on things like the strike in '94 or speaking at local events. Mostly, though, he shied away from attention and the spotlight.
He stayed active and only retired this past year, in the spring of 2007. He was still married to Sylvia, Gary's mother, at the time of his death, after 53 years. He was 72 years old.
Don Cardwell has left us, but I still have those memories of watching a local boy who made it to the show.
Thanks! :)
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