Might enjoy this Inquirer article on Mary's husband Joseph. It received much comment, almost all positive.
http://www.philly.com/philly/opinion/20141214_This_kind_of_father_raised_this_kind_of_son.html
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Applause Please
My Inquirer article on Applause was picked up by a number of papers around the country. Here's one from The Winona Daily News, wherever that is.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
A First Step
Here is my latest Inquirer Article from 9/23/2014. Enjoy!
http://www.philly.com/philly/opinion/inquirer/20140923_A_first_step__and_the_way_opens.html
http://www.philly.com/philly/opinion/inquirer/20140923_A_first_step__and_the_way_opens.html
Sunday, August 17, 2014
Robin Williams: Truibute to a Man of Laughter
He was chatting,
sitting innocently in the chair to the right of Johnny Carson when Robin
Williams launched into an impromptu bit. I saw it only once, when it aired, so
my recollection may not be verbatim. I never laughed harder at anything in my
life.
“Imagine,”
Williams said, “Fred Astaire is about to dance, when accidentally steps into a
pile of doggy do.” Johnny’s band leader hastily provides accompaniment. The
comedian jumps up and sweeps the whole set in a spot on evocation of the suave
dancer. Then, of course, he steps in it.
He alternates
between graceful, elegant dance steps and furious efforts to scrape the doggy
do off the sole of his shoe, using the bandstand riser and the edge of Johnny’s
desk to accomplish the futile task.
The mix of
insouciant grace interspersed with rageful frustration was comedic genius
rivaling the best offerings of Charlie Chaplin and the long line of physical
comics since. Top hat, white tie, tails, and doggie do. That was Robin
Williams.
His insight into
comedy was as simple as is was profound. He taught us that everything is funny,
as long as humans are found doing it. And the more serious they are about it,
the funnier it is.
The unwitting
comedians he exposed with rat-a-tat impressions, flung so hard and fast you
dare not blink, include presidents, hip hop singers, pundits, intellectuals, transvestites,
Shakespearian actors, addled teenage boys and girls, and addled aged men and
women. The list is inclusive, endless really. He skewered William F. Buckley
himself in three seconds as the voice of Alladin’s genie.
If serious could
be attributed to him, he was a serious actor, attended Julliard on full
scholarship, earned three Oscar nominations and won one for his moving and
intelligent performance in Good Will
Hunting. Some critics contend that his coiled energy threatens to break
through in his straight acting performances, but I don’t buy it. His acting is
disciplined, deeply felt, pitch perfect.
Even Mrs. Doubtfire provides Williams a far
more difficult challenge than it appears, since he has to play a desperate and
irresponsible husband and also impersonate an elderly woman. He must evoke
empathy, exasperation, pathos, and, of course, lots of laughs. He must do all
this opposite the esteemed Sally Field. He more than holds his own.
His voiceover in
Disney’s Alladin places him in the
rarified company of Disney’s greatest: Sterling Holloway, Phil Harris, Angela
Landsbury, Ellen DeGeneris, Peggy Lee, and Tom Hanks. Some have said he was the
best of a great roster.
But it is the
improvisational Robin Williams whose imprint sets him utterly apart. His idol
Jonathan Winters captured the humor in ordinary scenes featuring recurring
characters who were offbeat (or just off). Williams’ characters did not recur;
they glanced off him in a fierce volley of personified energy and were whisked
away by the next utterly unexpected arrival.
Their appearance
amazed us because we knew they were conjured in that instant. Their moment of
life sparked in us a gasp of recognition; these were people taken from the
world we know, the world of celebrity, governance, and everyday life. And, most
exquisitely, these firefly personalities were hilarious, flashes of every human
foible fallible humans can fabricate.
I do not know
why this lovely man, whose work has never contained a whiff of meanness or
cruelty, chose to end his life so cruelly. It was a life dedicated to the impossible
task of getting as many of us as possible laughing long and hard, mostly at
ourselves. Perhaps he felt that in our willingness to laugh together, we might
just decide to put an end to useless hate and mindless violence.
Perhaps he read
the most recent headlines detailing the horrendous woes we humans bring upon
one another. Perhaps he realized that even his frenetic comic energy could not
make enough of us laugh to overwhelm our darker impulses. If he was indeed
suffering the early stages of Parkinson’s, that too could have been a factor. I
don’t know.
I do know this. Robin
Williams’ fine wish to spend himself in his frantic, crazy, wild, and sublimely
funny effort to make us laugh provided us a great gift none of us deserved.
Maybe we should have laughed just a bit more.
Friday, July 11, 2014
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Maya Angelou Article
Here is my article from The Sunday, June 1 Philadelphia Inquirer, celebrating the life and inspiration of Maya Angelou.
http://www.philly.com/philly/opinion/20140601_A_soaring_voice__larger_than_life.html
http://www.philly.com/philly/opinion/20140601_A_soaring_voice__larger_than_life.html
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Inquirer Article for May 25, 2014
Here is my May 25 article in the Inquirer. Enjoy.
http://www.philly.com/philly/opinion/inquirer/20140525_The_higher_calling_is_to_affirm_importance_of_others_in_our_lives.html
http://www.philly.com/philly/opinion/inquirer/20140525_The_higher_calling_is_to_affirm_importance_of_others_in_our_lives.html
Sunday, April 13, 2014
A Walk Upstream
Here is my latest Inquirer article. I hope it provides a few things to think about
http://www.philly.com/philly/opinion/inquirer/20140413_The_journey_is_the_object__and_we_never_take_it_by_ourselves.html
http://www.philly.com/philly/opinion/inquirer/20140413_The_journey_is_the_object__and_we_never_take_it_by_ourselves.html
Saturday, April 5, 2014
Welcome to Lonnie Out Loud, my blog, which
Maida, my wife, tells me is one way to bore only those who choose to be
bored with what I have to say. Along with the original items posted
here, I'll provide you with links to my other published material,
including articles that appear in the Philadelphia Inquirer.
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http://www.philly.com/philly/opinion/20130731_Pope_has_faith_in_the_people.html
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http://articles.philly.com/2013-02-13/news/37081755_1_pope-talks-john-xxiii-interim-pope
http://www.philly.com/philly/opinion/inquirer/167451205.html
http://www.philly.com/philly/education/137834368.html
http://www.philly.com/philly/opinion/inquirer/20120422_Attention_must_be_paid.html
http://www.philly.com/philly/opinion/20120624_Catholics_have_rendered_a_verdict.html
If you enjoy any of those pieces, you might want to stop by lonnieoutloud.blogspot.com occasionally to check out my musings on whatever has grabbed my 100% distractable attention at any given moment. (A wonderful woman, Lex McCullough, who was my administrative assistant when I was a high school principal until she couldn't take it any more, once called me that: "100% distractable" which pretty much says it all.)
So, welcome. Thanks.
Lonnie
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American Hustle and Integrity: 3/2/2014
Some Goals for 2014: 12/29/2013
A pope for the bruised: 12/1/2013
Inspiring Teachers 10/20/13
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http://articles.philly.com/2013-02-13/news/37081755_1_pope-talks-john-xxiii-interim-pope
http://www.philly.com/philly/opinion/inquirer/167451205.html
http://www.philly.com/philly/education/137834368.html
http://www.philly.com/philly/opinion/inquirer/20120422_Attention_must_be_paid.html
http://www.philly.com/philly/opinion/20120624_Catholics_have_rendered_a_verdict.html
If you enjoy any of those pieces, you might want to stop by lonnieoutloud.blogspot.com occasionally to check out my musings on whatever has grabbed my 100% distractable attention at any given moment. (A wonderful woman, Lex McCullough, who was my administrative assistant when I was a high school principal until she couldn't take it any more, once called me that: "100% distractable" which pretty much says it all.)
So, welcome. Thanks.
Lonnie
Sky Warriors
The pilot informs me I am cruising
at 31,000 feet, but it’s far from exhilarating. I’m tired for one thing. I
began the week leading my negotiation workshop for public health professionals
at Harvard, then swooped past the Smoky Mountains onto a chemical plant in
Knoxville to help unveil a competency model for first-line leaders. I haven’t
communicated with anyone who speaks American in a week!
I left a place where cars are cahs
and bars are bahs only to land in a humid clime where pies are pahs and ties
are tahs.
And the odd thing is, every one of
them thinks I have a funny accent. Look, we’re all from somewhere else. The guy
I worked with in Boston had just flown in from Utah, while my Southern
colleague, who resides a few miles from my Bucks County home, had recently
taken flight from France, and his cohort was a Brit from London.
We’re the sky warriors, the denizens
of the jet stream who make our living in the global workplace by behaving as if
the globe is our workplace. Which it is.
If you’ve flown for whatever reason,
you’ve seen us. We’re men and women from our 20s to our 60s. We often get on
the plane first because we’ve earned that coveted pre-Zone One status by flying
more than the flight attendants. We slow up your security line because we
always have a laptop and iPad to disgorge from our briefcases and place on the
screening belt along with our rolling suitcases which we always carry on,
checked luggage being a major sin. We’re dressed in what may have at one time
been a suit, but it’s probably lost its jacket and tie or scarf along the way.
If it’s Friday night, we’ve earned
those circles under our bloodshot eyes, and that tablet book we’re reading is a
welcome respite from the unremitting week of work. We can’t wait to see our
spouse, our kids, our bed, anything familiar.
In an era obsessed with balancing
work and life, we consider ourselves lucky if we keep our balance on the mad
dash down the moving walkway to our connection at Gate F-72. “Stand right, walk
left,” the sign insists. Guess who’s in the passing lane?
Ironically, a lot of us make good
money but live like street people. At 2 a.m. we hang out in empty, uncleaned
airports or make our way lugubriously to a quiet Marriott, dragging our
belongings behind us as we check in, glancing at the hotel receipt to see what
city we’re in, perhaps scooting out to an all-night Wendy’s for an
insomniac-compatible snack.
If you ask us what we care about
most, we’ll tell you its that family we don’t see enough of. If you ask why we
do what we do, we’ll probably shrug: We do what we do because it’s what we do.
We don’t complain, though we might
crack a wry smile at friends who say they envy our glamorous lifestyle. What’s
to complain about? We sky warriors have chosen this life; no one’s making us do
it. Our finances are more secure than most, and we’re part of a really cool
planetary coalition of globe-trotting laborers who (mostly) know the two great
social virtues of the frequently flying: waiting our turn, and giving each
other as much space as we can muster.
What’s more, much more, our jobs
tend to be very interesting. Companies don’t fund trips halfway around the
world so we can accomplish something utterly mundane. We’re situated excitingly
in the vanguard of the 21st century, at the precise juncture where today’s
challenges meet tomorrow’s solutions. It’s the best view in the house.
And sometimes the trip moves beyond
exciting all the way to sublime. Like the day a client, the Head of Global
Pharmico-something-or-other sat in his company’s New Jersey cafeteria and gave
me a scoop on the new drug I’d soon be reading about. “It actually reverses the
course of certain forms of leukemia” he said. Then, to his great surprise,
tears welled in his eyes. He managed to add: “I’ve seen kids get well after
just a few treatments.”
That night he was off to
Switzerland, one more sky warrior cruising above 30,000 feet, crisscrossing the
skies over Paris, Singapore, Dehli, and Doylestown, to the next stop on an
eventful career. We make a contribution, each of us, to a sometimes shaky,
always unpredictable, invariably fascinating worldwide economic force. No, we
won’t save the world or cure a dread disease. OK, maybe once in a very great
while.
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