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Monday, September 9, 2019

Finally The Paperback Release of Al Capone and the 1933 Worlds Fair

Al Capone and the 1933 World’s Fair: The End of the Gangster Era in Chicago is a historical look at Chicago during the darkest days of the Great Depression. The story of Chicago fighting the hold that organized crime had on the city to be able to put on The 1933 World's Fair.

William Hazelgrove provides the exciting and sprawling history behind the 1933 World's Fair, the last of the golden age. He reveals the story of the six millionaire businessmen, dubbed The Secret Six, who beat Al Capone at his own game, ending the gangster era as prohibition was repealed. The story of an intriguing woman, Sally Rand, who embodied the World's Fair with her own rags to riches story and brought sex into the open. The story of Rufus and Charles Dawes who gave the fair a theme and then found financing in the worst economic times the country had ever experienced. The story of the most corrupt mayor of Chicago, William Thompson, who owed his election to Al Capone; and the mayor who followed him, Anton Cermak, who was murdered months before the fair opened by an assassin many said was hired by Al Capone.

But most of all it’s the story about a city fighting for survival in the darkest of times; and a shining light of hope called A Century of Progress.


Paperback Al Capone and the 1933 Worlds Fair

Friday, September 6, 2019

Television Has Ruined Football

I went to the Bears opener with the Packers. What a show. The Air force parachutists, the fireworks, the smoke, flames, the screaming fans. The voltage in the stadium was incredible. National television was there in force with all the interviews and cameras and talking heads. It was amazing. The National Anthem was amazing. The monstrous flag was amazing. And this was the biggest rivalry in the NFL. Then the game started. You know the outcome, but here is what I found amazing. The game is so slow. Not because of the players but because of television

A few plays and then a switch of sides and then everyone stands around and waits. And while you are watching the two hotdogs race on the big screen or a Veteran walk out or a race between two cars the players just stand around with nothing to do. Minutes pass. The players stand around the stadium gets quiet. Oh right. Commercials! Those things that at home give you a chance to get more dip, another beer, hit the bathroom. For the fan at the game it is dead time and for the players, it is an interruption to the game.

I know. Its great that television is there but I watched the momentum wither away. It is incredible how slow professional football has become because of this electronic medium. Television does not try and keep up with football, football slows down to television time. The intensity of a college football game is explosive and even on the opener when the Bears got behind the fans became quiet and every time the Bears started to move the game went cold with challenges, timeouts, and then just for nothing but to make sure all those sponsors get their commercials in.

And yes the Bears lost. So maybe this is just sour grapes but it sure seemed like every time the train started to roll, it ran out of steam.  Or it went to a commercial. 

Friday, August 23, 2019

Leaving For College

You know it has been coming for a year. Yet you never really recognize the day will come. One month. One week. One day. Then she is saying goodbye to the dog and you wait and hear her sniffs that blend with your own. Then you have the drive up to Michigan that is like a family vacation. You want it be that way. You push it from your mind even as you enter the university and make your way to her dorm. Now you are unloading her belongings in the cart. You are the cheery dad doing the physical stuff you do best. Your wife is already arranging her room and you step back and everyone is in their roles one last time.

Then there is a walk around campus. At twilight you look up at her dorm and pick out her window and you know that is where she will look at life now. That window is her new home and you will not be there with her. But there is still time. There is the dinner where the seafood is not quite up to Chicago standards. You joke around with her as you always do and then in the hotel room you watch Ace Ventura and you both laugh laying together on the bed. You always had the same quirky sense of humor.

But now it is morning. You go do down and try and eat something but your appetite is gone. A trip to the Walmart for last minute items. You see other parents looking like zombies with their kids. No one wants to go to this final wake for parenthood. But then you go back to the dorm and unload the bags and now...now there is nothing left to do or say. You cannot talk and hide behind your sunglasses. She hugs your wife and then she hugs you twice. And you murmur I love you. Something you never said enough. And now you are walking down the hallway. If you can just make it to the stairs you will be good.

And then you do and you walk to the car that is now minus one person. And you start the engine and pull out and you leave your daughter behind. And now you just cry and cry because your heart is broken and there is nothing you can do. Your daughter  has just left for college. 

Tuesday, August 20, 2019

How People Handle the Empty Nest

My daughter is off to college tomorrow. Unbelievable. In fact your brain does not believe it but your heart knows. How did eighteen years slip by? I remember when my daughter was a baby and we were laying in the hammock and my neighbor came up and took a picture. I just want to take a picture of this. My son just left for college she explained. This was after my wife and I watched she and her husband hug their son in front of their loaded up car. I even said, that will be us one day but of course I didn't believe it.

The same way I didn't believe the man who passed my son and I eating chips on a bench. He was probably five at the time. Enjoy it, it goes fast he said. Yeah sure. But you don't really get it. I watched other families slowly get smaller and listened to friends talking about the empty nest. I watched my neighbor practically never come home from work after their son left and I often wondered why he would work so late every night but of course now I know.

And in my office are these strange artifacts to childhood. Pictures my daughter did in grade school if not kindergarten. Pictures that curled on the wall that now have to go lest they become constant arrows of the heart. Or the old swing set in the backyard! I realize now like most writers I have been playing with time, freezing it, delaying the inevitable.

Now... it is my turn to face the truth. 

Friday, July 5, 2019

What Fun Fatherhood Is...

I have had a longer run that most. Many of my friends are now empty-nesters. Our kids were staggered more and we had them later. So I have always looked over the fence and wondered what it was like to have your children leave. Now we are on the long side of parenthood with a daughter off to college in the fall and my son getting an apartment soon. We still have one daughter just beginning high school but it is there like a spot in the sun.

You see the young fathers now. They play ball with their son or are in a store with their daughter. You remember that. You remember as if it was yesterday the million moments that make up fatherhood. Scouts, baseball, football...throwing a ball in the backyard. And then just going to get some chips and soda on a hot summer day. I remember thinking we have years and years of this when my son was just six. I loved that thought because I had discovered how much fun fatherhood could be.

And now, now it is all fading. You don't want to think that way but your job of father is winding down. You know it. You see that end date and more you see the diminishing role. And you mourn. It was the best job you ever had and while it will continue it will not be those bright years where you were snuggled into family life with no thoughts it would ever end...or that you would ever say, what fun fatherhood was.

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Wednesday, February 6, 2019

The Women in White and Our First Woman President

You couldn't help but stare at the women in white last night during the State of the Union. It has been a hundred years since women got the vote and the women of the senate were showing their solidarity with those women who marched a century before. But there is another one hundred year anniversary and that is the Presidency of Edith Wilson. She took over the White House when Woodrow Wilson had a massive stroke and was hidden away in a bedroom. She really was our First Woman President even though she was not elected.

But the symbolism of all those women in the House of Representatives shows how far women have come. Edith Wilson only had three years of school and had buried a baby and a husband when she met Woodrow Wilson. She was forty four to his fifty nine and driving an electric car with the first drivers license issued in the District of Columbia. She had only been married to the President four years when he had a stroke after returning from a whistle stop tour to pass the League of Nations. The decision not to tell the public and the reluctance of the Vice President made Edith the defacto President.

She ruled for only two years and in a touch of irony the suffragettes had been chaining themselves to the White House gates for years to convince Wilson to support the vote for women. Little did they know a woman would run the White House. So the women in white are really celebrating two anniversaries, the vote for women and a secret presidency where a Woman ran the United States.

Madam President The Secret Presidency of Edith Wilson


Thursday, January 31, 2019

Cabin Fever During the Polar Vortex

Most of us ignore the weather. It is something we noticed between house store office club car. There is no real event that takes us out of our safety zone. Our homes can withstand just about anything except a tornado and then it is down to the basement where we assume we are safe. So when something comes that restricts us to the home with schools and businesses closed then we are in a new world. Something akin to the colonists who had to revere the elements and ride out bad winters and broiling summers. We simply don't know how to stop though with our computers and phones and our incessant drive to get it all done.

The Vortex is about the only thing that has really stopped people. Get out the book. Take a hot bath. Sleep like the cats and dogs who know danger is just outside the door. Enjoy your kids, talk to your friends or parents on the phone because danger is just a window pane away. In this way we are like the mountain men of the nineteenth century who would ride out winters in their cabins or the gold prospectors who went to the Yukon to endure months of black cold. Jack London summed this up in many stories of men who for months could not venture far from their cabins or risk death.

And it is not a comfortable feeling. We don't think of the weather as life threatening. But this time it is. End up on the side of the road and start counting the minutes. Was that trip to the grocery store really worth it. Better to put on woolen socks get under a blanket and read by the fire. Better to check out for a while and know that we are a spot of warmth on a frozen planet in space. Our ancestors knew this and now so do we. At least in Chicago we do.

William Hazelgrove


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