Shedding a tear until our ducts are empty…

Shedding a tear until our ducts are empty….For the life of me,the longer we live, the more we lose those actors with theiraccompanying adrenaline rushes, who we grew up admiring….
Their potash in the face of folksy adversity.
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Such a fated utopian was Mickey Rooney whose happy go luckycountenance, departed our “mortal coil” as the Spring equinox was arriving.
93 years of 20th and 21st century cyber space, he was true to his combative nature and  physique (five foot two)The sprite to his Oberon in Warner’s “the Midsummer Night’s Dream”, the Bard approving of his screen test.
Identifying with  Oberon’s jester. 
Applying the love juice to the sleeping couples in the forest was the Mick’s jaunt into Jimmy Cagney and Olivia De Haviland’s(age 99, living in London) charisma and the “chief’s” approvalof “takes”, no less Oberon’s, the Sprite’s monarch.
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Growing up in the depression laden thirties and the New Deal forties, the Mick cast his luck with those vaudeville turns of his Glasgow, Scotland born father and the birth pangs of his KansasCity mother.
On the circuit in Brooklyn, the Yule’s abandoned those wide eyes as his mother lost her grip on the arrival, he falling into the orchestra pit, getting the worst of Mae West and Archie Leachon  stilts,  in their own consummate routines, the audience undeterred  by the cries of t18 month foundling, their own hoots and laughter drowning out the Andy Hardy guffaws, in futuro.
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Evolving into those Andy Hardy juvenile roles of the silence sound, the m other ,not unlike Judy Garland’s or Shirley Temple’s, settled in the City of Angels boot, , searching for abreak in tinsel town , stone dead to “Blues in the night”.(my momma done tole me, my momma done tole me so)
Know thyself was darkened  by the Hollywood Wilshire Boulevard kliegs, fantasy overwhelming the biology of down to earth growth and development. Wylie addressing the problem in “Generation of Vipers….status, social climbing, top billing, a phoniness in the caste system as Holden Caulfield grasped inSalinger’s “Catcher in the Rye”. 
Not a doctor in the house!  The ego trip myopia, blinded  by their own narcissus, the sound and fury drowning out relaxed pretense, yielding to up tight money grubbing.
Puck’s “What fools these mortals be”.
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But it wasn’t until Louis B Mayer and his inner circle at Culver city, emulating “Our gang”,  cast
a family… Judge Hardy (Lewis Stone, hi s wife Fay Holden,Andy’s girl friend Ann Rutherford, Rooney as Andy,  the Puckthat grew up. Judy Garland,( having a Gump mother) later cast in the series..
But for us , the adolescent yearnings and dreams were cast with his pinnacle role in Saroyan’s “The Human Comedy” as the Western Union messenger, delivering those fated WW2 telegrams to the Gold Star mothers, pedaling his bicycle, eyeingtheir ‘stars’ in the windows..
The die was cast and the impressionistic Andy Hardy morphed as an actor, rather than an entertainer, losing himself to find himself.
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The surrogate father in the Western Union office was James Craig, a father figure, who may have been the Joe Yule of Scotland, who in entertaining the Brooklyn  in crowd, brought the Yule, Jr  into vaudeville. The divorce and the subsequent adaptation to the silent silver screen and the talkies may have been the cover, for the Andy Hardy parody (Hollywood High, Ava Gardner) and the marital merry go round he rode, in his continued Darwin Andy Hardy evolution. The Galapagos Islands his starry bound exploration at MGM in Culver City.
Living is not to grow old, but to grow up
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What does 93 years of Mickey Rooney’s metamorphosing all add up to? His imitating and imaging on the stage of the planet’s own evolving galaxy. The indisputable birth pangs of a very young America, the sound and fury since those patriots boarded the English ships, inspiring the Revolution, casting the tea bags into the Boston harbor.
Whence Mickey Rooney aka JoeYule, Jr, buried his Andy Hardyincarnation into the Hollywood Hills for grown up parts.
We will never forget how he used  those sound stages to become himself…..a struggle that never diminished his search to find himself.
April 11, 2014 The City that never sleeps

How does a six feet one inch basketball player

How does a six feet one inch basketball player, hitting the scales at 171, connect with coach Rick Patino, the Louisville Kentucky, Cardinals. Where is the priceless ingredient of two humans through a grueling 4 year struggle, pursuing “w”’s in thegym and the Cardinal  classrooms.
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To calibrate the chemistry of a father surrogate and his “son”over those seasons, the player nicknamed “Russdiculous”(a horse owned by the coach).  A journey from  Archbishop MulloyCatholic High, Queens N.Y.. Russ Smith, initiated into his crib like squawking by his surrogate father, coach #Jack Curran.

A rebirth or whatever one wants to call it. A DNA genetic to come alive twice, a second umbilical cord life enrichingenchantment.
A  Oracle of Delphi testing to the  Gods, the hands of time ticking down: the shot clock winding down: ten nine eight seven six…beyond the three point line, the Wildcats down by two to the Badgers from Madison, Wisconsin, a Kentucky twin brotherplayer,” from downtown” , the March Madness field of eight,last night in Dallas, U/Conn waiting in the wings Monday night,  for the Championship dual...
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A second chance at a rebirth may not be a slam dunk. But in the reality of obstetrics, the game comes alive for have not sonsborn into the states of hunger, deprivation and “con” , the chances of metamorphosing into a continuum where ignorance is not blessed and omnipresent cannibalism appears in denial.
On hearing his high school coach #Jack Curran passed away, Russ Smith made a prayer “For the rest of my life, I will remember Coach Curran.”
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Isn’t it one thing to transcend the nylon chords at Louisville, and to matriculate for the fourth year and graduate with a degree inhand. But when one considers pursuing the measure of a complete human, isn’t the degree a stepping stone into “It’s a wonderful life, throwing the dice, Coach”.
Is it an accident that coaches like Jack Curran mentor young men, motivating them to become complete humans. That the search to find themselves lies is a dream like discovery that is hidden from the ordinary 20- 20 eyes,  and noisy money grubbers, haunting our cyber spaced  21st century.
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“For the rest of my life, I will remember Coach Curran”

April 6, 2014. The City that never sleeps.

A dynasty of 64 years has come and gone into cyber space

A dynasty of 64 years has come and gone into cyber space. Dorothy Salwen Rabinoff perpetuated her legacy, through a aHigh School named Midwood: born and bred in 1940 on Bedford Avenue in Brooklyn, across the Avenue from Brooklyn College.
With her paraprofessional role in Special Education, she and her husband Sam, discovered their destiny. A fated love affair with the ‘Hornet’s Nest’, a blessed account of the High School’s inoculation of the school’s larger than life maestros teachers staff and lacrosse football baseball volleyball basketballwrestling track and field , cricket, tennis jocks at Midwood Field , originally Wingate.
A grandee simpatico and a dynamic leadership, headed up by Dr. Tubby Ross. Dr Schwartz, Julie Raskin, Chairman of the P.E. Department, Henry Fuchs, Senior English teacher , facultyadvisor to the school’s paper, the Argus…Mister Shapiro in “Trig”   The Regent exams.…..midterms …finals..Proms..
( 5 decades later, seniors studying in Steve  Zwisohn’s (Chairman)  English office..a Hemingway mural on the wall,“secretaries” answering the phones. Across the hall from the 4thfloor library and the computers below the windows, student librarians checking books in and out, Mister Jim Kelly, the computer pro “teching” it all in @ Yahoo.com) 
Al Padow, Physics and Chemistry pro….co-owner of a drug store on Avenue J, between East 13th and 14th Street, opposite theMidwood movie theater, two blocks from the local BMT Avenue J subway.
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Whence a young but not frail student, who lived around the block as they say, Dorothy  literally got out of bed and crawled into her classes and the acclaimed inscription in the school’stiled lobby.
’All who enter here and depart…To their love of country, theirfellow man, and God’. (Harvard Yard, William James)
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A dynasty? Indeed!.
‘The Hornet’s Nest’, her signature essay about the faculty and her cronies... Her glowing accounts of the musical heritage she identified with. Auditorium Spring Sings. 
Chairman Ben Chncy and his alter egos. The strutting students,their voices: the choruses and the glories they were motivated to“Stout hearted men..” . Miss Friedman, a substitute, charging up these “Pennies from Heaven” Sopranos, altos: theirs puppy lovevoices changing with their hormones and braces on their teeth.
A citadel of musings.. “Take notice of our passing lives in the midst of bullying on the planet.(Hitler, 9/11) The Westinghouseprized scenarios.. But she and Sam, a Junior High Principal, persisted, perpetuating the ’Hornet’s Nest’……”the fire in their bellies”.
Could Golda Meir have done as well, in her un- freckleddomain…  Tel Aviv and Jerusalem?
                             
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“To rise from the ashes “seems cliché like . 64 years of yearningambitions and scaled back aspirations along the way, in a grownup universe, the halls filled with arm to arm “aspirations” and energy, the elevator operator, reading his in print newspaper..
The walls outside the cubby time clock space. Dorothy and her inner circle, including Seymour Konigsberg aka Woody Allan.Student Matilda Cuomo, Gladys Bernstein, girl’s vice principal..Leonard Harrison, playing out his Holy Grail role as Principal..before  Alzheimer’s’ struck his neurons and state of mind.

Whence her recording of memorial marriages ,birthdays,  awards, raising a family, dreaded deaths, reunions,  growingpangs of a teen aging colossal  . Adolescent yearnings to grasp aHuckleberry Finn , Tom Sawyer ego trip playing out, onMidwood’s  merry go round campus, a bridge across Bedford Avenue to the  digital  21st century library...
A hundred and eighty five years of a mantra.”. MurrayEisenstadt (Civics, Althea Gibson into a tennis clinic) Social Studies, tennis coach) at 95, his  “Kappie” 90. A gala celebrationunder the four bridges..
Likewise a celebration of Dorothy and Sam Rabinoff’s 64 year old dynasty…May ‘the Hornet’s Nest’ live forever in her soul,Dorothy crafting her poems and crossword puzzles, while waiting at the Pearly Gates….
” Heaven is on the way to it”
March 27, 2014 The City that never sleeps.