The ChicagoBears introduced their new quarterback late last week and he did not disappoint.
On Friday, the Chicago Bears held a phone conference to introduce their latest free-agent signing, quarterback Nick Foles. We know that “winning the press conference” means absolutely nothing. As Bears fans, there have been countless examples of players or coaches saying all the right things to the media, only to bomb on the field. With all that said, it was still difficult to ignore or discount just how impressive Foles was in his opening phone-conference.
Due to limitations caused by COVID-19, the team was unable to hold a typical introductory press conference, and instead, hosted a phone conference with Foles and the media. And within seconds, he threw a proverbial warm blanket around the fan base.
From his polite yet direct opening statement (“how is everyone doing? This is Nick Foles — just entered the meeting)” to his thoughtful, detailed answer to the final question, Foles exuded confidence, stability, and in-depth knowledge of the task ahead of him. It was a “fix” for a fan base that has been jonesing for a quarterback to take command of the situation in front of him.
Yes, Foles’ teammates have nothing but wonderful things to say about him, and by all accounts, he is an incredibly kind-hearted person. But one should not mistake his kindness for weakness. As demonstrated on the call, he is more of an “alpha” than a “beta.”
For starters, he’s already reached out directly to Mitchell Trubisky. He indicated it was important to connect with Mitch to start things off “on the right foot” to ensure that the quarterback competition doesn’t become an issue or distraction for the team.
He also mentioned on multiple occasions how familiar he is with Matt Nagy’s offense but emphasized he is studying hard to learn the nuances. He’s also having his brother-in-law, a former NFL tight end, run many of the plays to gain even more familiarity.
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Finally, one thing that stood out was the final question asked by Stacey Dales, who essentially asked how the process that led him to Chicago unfolded. After providing a brief answer, the call was about to include when Foles interjected to make sure he answered the question.
Dales asked her question again, and Foles provided a three-minute answer. In it, he highlighted how his willingness to agree to such a drastic restructuring of his contract is really what enabled the deal to happen. It was noteworthy in that it seemed clear Foles had a strong desire to move on from Jacksonville, and an equally strong desire to end up in Chicago with Matt Nagy.
It was the capstone moment of a phone conference that saw a confident, veteran quarterback take control of the situation, answer questions candidly while demonstrating a strong grasp of the subject matter. Again, it’s only a phone conference, but it was refreshing to hear nonetheless.
Like most of the world, we are shuttered in trying to avoid the COVID-19 virus. I don’t have any unique hot takes or thinky-thoughts that anyone else hasn’t already shared. I just want to write something for future alien anthropologists that explore our post-apocalyptic planet to consume.
Although I started trying to write this weeks ago, we are now at week three of staying at home. I work from home 100% so that is not a huge transition for me. But having my wife and kids home 24/7 are. I very used to having alone time. I also used breaks between meetings and work to get some minor things done around the house. Other than laundry that isn’t happening at the moment. My kids are going stir crazy having watched all the screen content they can. The biggest challenge has been trying to stay in some sort of routine. I try to get the kids dressed every day and if the weather is nice, we can at least play in the backyard.
We self-isolated a bit early. We kept Moose and Squirrel home from what would be the last day of school (March 16). We didn’t let our daughter go to Martial Arts classes, even though she was training for a trophy. We canceled the cleaning lady although we have offered to pay her for that first Saturday. My wife has gone out for grocery shopping only twice since Social Distancing, and once since Sheltering in Place. Fortunately, we were relatively stocked up before this all occurred.
When this first began, I was surprised to find I had friends on both ends of the political spectrum who were talking it very seriously and also not taking it seriously enough. In the beginning, it felt to me like the Y2K scare. We had to use worse case scenarios to get people to take this seriously enough and change their behaviors. That’s not to say I didn’t take precautions. I washed my hands, avoided touching my face (I’m an outlier in that I don’t touch my face as often as everyone else claims they do). But I didn’t quite understand the need to avoid people as much as possible, at first.
Unlike my wife, I don’t work in the healthcare field so like many ordinary people I don’t realize just how easily disease can spread.
Some do not get it at all.
Some are asymptomatic and aren’t affected but can infect others.
Some get it and it doesn’t kill them but it sucks.
Some get it and die.
No one in your Facebook feed is an epidemiologist. We’ve gone from Social Distancing to Sheltering in Place. If this keeps up, the next step is stasis chambers.
Why did they hoard toilet paper
I think the “logic” behind stocking up on toilet paper is that Preppers and Apocalypse COSplayers and others in the know, know that Step 7 of an impending doom says to hoard toilet paper. But by the time you are near Step 7, it is too late to hoard TP. (also, we should be using Bidets but that is another subject).
Stay tuned.
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This has been a hard month. Despite the difficulties, I am trying to be mindful. I am trying to be present.
And because Passover begins in two days, I am expressing myself through pesadech trope.
If they had done a successful surgery but I wasn’t permitted to stay in the hospital, dayenu. If I had been permitted to stay in the hospital but didn’t have anything to eat, dayenu. If I had something to eat but had not been able to teleconference with Mike’s doctors about his care, dayenu. If we had been able to teleconference with Mike’s doctors about his care but not with the children, dayenu. If we had been able to talk to the children almost daily, but did not have access to a rehab facility, dayenu. If we had access to a rehab facility but it wasn’t equipped to diagnose COVID-19 when Mike became symptomatic, dayenu. If he didn’t have COVID-19 but he did have blood clots in his leg, dayenu. If the clots in his leg broke apart and moved to his lungs, dayenu. If the clots in his lungs didn’t give him a heart attack but his medicine made his brain bleed, dayenu. If the blood thinners didn’t make his brain bleed but impacted his cognition and healing, dayenu.
If his cognition and healing improved with time but we were being rushed out of the hospital, dayenu.
If we are rushed out of the hospital but he has to wait for at-home care, dayenu.
If he receives at-home care but he can’t access necessary chemo, dayenu.
If he can get his chemo but can’t monitor for life-threatening side effects…
I know I should sing another dayenu, but it’s hard when my children are so far away. It’s hard in the thick of it. It’s hard to know when there’s enough to be grateful for, knowing there’s something else coming right behind whatever the thing is right now.
It’s hard when the hospital is out of pillows and the nurses are wearing donated gloves. It’s hard when it’s always another thing, and another thing, and another thing to overcome. But that’s the point, isn’t it?
During other Passovers, we say, “Next year in Jerusalem.” Tonight I hold my breath and hope, “This year, at home. For at least one night, unlike all other nights, let us be together.”
Lea Grover scribbles about sex-positive parenting, marriage after cancer, and vegetarian cooking. When she isn’t revising her upcoming memoir, she can be found singing opera, smeared to the elbow in pastels, or complaining/bragging about her children on twitter (@bcmgsupermommy) and facebook.
When it comes to missing people these days, I had about a year’s head start. “All of this,” closings, stay-at-home orders and all, began just after the first anniversary of my father’s death. The political moves and the logical and scientific announcements (accurate or not) often leave me thinking I want to talk to him about the whole thing.
But I think of him often in another way. When I’m thinking of going out for supplies, choosing something to read, or trying to make myself a mask, one of Dad’s more familiar questions comes to my mind’s ear: “What can you do with what you already have?”
This creative encouragement was often part of a request for him to fix something or take me and my sister somewhere to get something.
Of course, sometimes he would fix things or transport us. The collection in the featured photo here wouldn’t fill my curio cabinet so heavily if he hadn’t fixed many of the animal figures in it. (Sorry about the blur in the photo — I guess they moved.)
Once, one of my model horses had a broken tail. Dad couldn’t get the glue to hold it on, but he came up with a support — he put a pipe cleaner in the tail, added more glue to it, and made the repairs.
Much later, as a “grownup,” I had a small table/filing cabinet that was fit together with knobs on one piece that fit into holes on the two pieces perpendicular to it. I didn’t know that until the knobs dried at a different rate from the main pieces and became too small for the holes. The cabinet fell apart. When I explained the problem to Dad, he promised to take a look at it.
I was ready to scrap the whole thing, but I got many more years out of it thanks to Dad — and I also got a review of “What can you do with what you already have?” He took one look and asked whether I had glue and blank paper. (Of course I had.) When I brought the glue and paper to him, he started folding the paper into small strips about the height of each peg.
As he worked, he told me the familiar story of being “on board ship” — on the El Salvador Victory in the Pacific during World War II — in more detail than he had before.
“There were no hardware stores in the middle of the Pacific,” he said. I’d heard that expression before, too. But as a grownup, I got more detail: When something went wrong, the order would go out on the P.A. — “Don’t throw anything overboard!” They never knew what among the “garbage” they might need to mend something on the ship. That, I recognized, was the origin of “What can you do with what you already have?”
The strips of paper, moistened with glue, got wound around each peg to increase them in size. (I suppose I helped, but Dad did much of the mending, as usual. I think he enjoyed still being asked.) Then we held the pieces together and pushed the wrapped pegs into the holes. Most fit perfectly. I think one needed another strip of gluey paper.
I’m thinking of that cabinet and hearing Dad’s question a lot these days. I’m not going to buy a mask — I’m going to make some out of the bandannas I have used over the years to polish my cello.
Sometimes I want something different to eat than the limited things on my shelves, but hearing grocery stores called “the front lines” keeps me home. Hearing a combination of Dad’s question and Mom’s kitchen encouragements, once last week I improved on the macaroni and cheese I’d made for lunch. I had some left over, so I added chili to it for supper. The result, chili and cheese and macaroni, neither tasted nor felt like leftovers.
So what can I do with what I already have? Write about it, naturally.
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Michigan Gov. Gretchen Whitmer is everywhere right now, conveying just how much of a rising star she currently is in the Democratic Party. On Wednesday she appeared on The Daily Show, wearing a shirt emblazoned with “That Woman From Michigan,” an obvious clapback at President Trump for his egregiously unprofessional and overtly condescending remark about her last week.
On Saturday, she teamed up with the Detroit Lions, Pistons, Red Wings, and Tigers to release a call to action video encouraging nurses and doctors to bring their skills to Michigan as a way to volunteer and help bolster the number of health care professionals fighting on the front lines against the COVID-19 pandemic. Her public profile has risen so high that she’s now in the mix to be the Democratic Vice Presidential candidate. Whitmer now has the third best odds of assuming the position, behind only the favorite Kamala Harris and Amy Klobuchar.
It’s very impressive for someone who really wasn’t even on the radar, in this regard, until the middle of last month. In the end, it is likely that inexperience on the national stage will prohibit her from being on the bottom of the Presidential ticket this time, but the 48-year-old Lansing, Michigan native will certainly be on the national stage before too long.
It’s looking very likely that Joe Biden’s running mate will be a woman, with Elizabeth Warren and Stacy Abrams also considered strong contenders. We’ll know more about that when summer gets here and Democratic National Convention draws near. In the present, Whitmer is one of a handful of American governors stepping up and taking charge, filling that very large void of leadership at the Federal level. The state of Michigan, and the city of Detroit especially, is a coronavirus hot spot right now, and Whitmer is displaying poise right now in this time of extreme crisis.
“That’s why we are asking nurses, doctors, and qualified health care professionals across the country to bring their expertise to our state to combat this virus. If we work together, we can slow the spread and save lives.”
Hopefully, healthcare workers will heed this call to action and the Great Lakes state gets the aid they need.
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Alma Deutscher is a composer in the mode of Beethoven and Mozart, a pianist in the mode Arthur Rubinstein and a violinist in the mode of Itzhak Perlman.
Well not quite, but at 15 years old, she is a most remarkable girl who will put a smile on your face when the coronavirus pandemic gets to be too much to endure.
It’s not just melodiousness of her music–both composed and played–but also the beguiling way she puts herself into the music. As beautiful as her music is the joy and heart that show through her face is extra special. Here is something who not only enjoys what she does, but she, relishes it, lives it. It washes over her as it will you. As someone commented, “This is music straight from the Heavens.”
Something terrible happened to classical music during the 20th century, and especially after 1945. You may be called a reactionary or a nostalgist if you acknowledge this fact aloud, but every concertgoer knows it. Many individual composers continued writing works of enduring value, but the great preponderance of classical music written over the past 75 years is deliberately opaque and aggressively ugly…
Some recent composers have resisted the tendency to equate serious with dissonant or difficult—Arvo Pärt in Estonia, the late Dominick Argento in America. But none have done so in quite the guileless manner of English composer Alma Deutscher. She writes music that people want to hear r: orchestral and chamber works that ordinary listeners—those who aren’t invested in the “serious” music industry—actually like.
Her oeuvre is small, but it includes chamber and orchestral works of inventiveness, technical sophistication, wit and, above all, melodic richness. She has performed her piano concerto and violin concerto with orchestras in Europe and the U.S.; her opera, “Cinderella, ” was performed by California’s Opera San José in 2018 and released on DVD by Sony Classical. In November, Sony released “From My Book of Melodies,” a collection of solo piano works.
In her, I see my beautiful grandchildren, loving and striving as only a child can. In these dark times, we thank God for them all.
Tough crowd. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, the conclusion to our epic road trip through the Klondike (Yukon and Alaska) took us back to where it all started: Whitehorse, the capital of the Yukon Territory. Whitehorse is set in a valley along the Yukon River and is the jumping off point for most visitors. That’s because it’s the only city in the Yukon and therefore has the only “major” airport, but just because it’s a jumping off point doesn’t mean it’s not worth spending time there.
Spotted on the road from Skagway to Whitehorse: the perfect Bond villain lair
We got there by driving from Skagway, Alaska, the last leg of our two-week long road trip. The highway took us through stark mountain ranges where we passed by brightly hued lakes on our right and massive boulder-slides on our left (“rockslides” isn’t giving justice to the size of these bad boys). Along the way, as we neared Whitehorse, we stopped at the world’s smallest desert in Carcross. That’s right; there’s a one-square mile desert in Canada. Like, actual dunes and desert vegetation. Being only one square mile, there’s not much to see, but it’s worth a stop just to say you’ve been to the world’s smallest desert…that’s in Canada.
Just a classic Canadian desert (?)
We got to Whitehorse mid-day and had lunch at one of the few restaurants that hadn’t closed for the season, the Burnt Toast Café. Fortunately for us, it happened to be one of the best restaurants in town. And I’m not just saying that because we had eaten freeze-dried food, Clif bars, and fish ‘n chips for the past two weeks. The food was really good, and my body practically started weeping in gratitude for finally being given some vegetables.
Even though Whitehorse is considered a “city”, and unlike other towns in the Yukon has a Wal-mart, Starbucks, and fast-food chains, it still has a small-town feel in its downtown. There are some great locally owned shops, like the eclectic souvenir store The Collective Good. Not just a place for magnets and coffee mugs, this shop has some great items from local artists and Yukon-themed apparel only found at the store.
Like every city we visit, we made it a point to check out Whitehorse’s craft beer scene and visited the Winterlong Brewing Company and Yukon Brewing taprooms. Winterlong is most definitely off the beaten path in what I can only describe as a “rural industrial area”, but it’s worth the trek to have their Weekend Warrior IPA under a heat lamp in the outdoor seating area. They also have two Russian Imperial stouts called Erebus and Terror, named after the ships that were part of the doomed Franklin Expedition. As someone who’s read books about it (and watched the AMC show), my inner nerd was delighted. But not delighted enough to have a 10% ABV beer early in the afternoon.
Because it’s a larger brewery, the taproom in Yukon Brewing felt more like one you’d find in a bigger city like Toronto: a sleek space with some great merch. And great beer, obvs. We stepped away from our IPA island and both gave their seasonal pumpkin spice beer a go. For non-beer lovers, they also have an on-site distillery but we weren’t looking to take down any gin cocktails at 2pm. We’re no heroes.
What a gem
Our last craft beer stop in Whitehorse was the Woodcutter’s Blanket, an historic log building whose entrance is adorned with two huge wooden moose, fighting with their antlers locked. Although it feels like a bar/restaurant, there’s a brewery on site. Given the building is essentially a log cabin, the inside feels deceptively modern and there’s ceviche on the menu right next to the pickled eggs. It’s a super cool atmosphere and probably my favorite brewery space in Whitehorse.
We didn’t spend all of our Whitehorse time on a bar stool, I swear. We also drove 30 minutes outside of the city to the Yukon Wildlife Preserve. We took the hilly 5km walking trail around the property and just marveled at all the examples of Yukon wildlife. There were dozens of mule deer sitting so still in the grass that they looked fake, a bull moose lying so close to the fence that you could see the flies buzzing around his head, and a cow moose trying to stick her neck over the top of the fence to get our attention. We could see mountain goats way high up in the hills and as close as five feet from us. There was this group of thin-horned sheep where they seemed to pile on one another and a muskox (Elliot said I was being mean b/c I said it was an ugly animal) munching on some grass right next to us. There were cute little arctic foxes, one black “red fox” that only had three legs, a herd of buffalo lounging in the pasture, and a Canada lynx that blended so well into its surroundings that it took us awhile to find it. We also learned that caribou and reindeer are the SAME SPECIES. They’re just called caribou in North America and reindeer in Europe! Mind: BLOWN.
Even though it was the end of September, the weather was still warm enough to make it a perfect day for walking around and viewing wildlife. We had seen plenty of animals in the wild on this trip, but it was no less mind-blowing to view even more.
One moose. Not two meese.
One billy goat gruff
Can you see me?
After the wildlife preserve, we had to quickly come back to reality and wash and pack all of our camping gear. That meant hosing down our muddy boots in the hotel bathtub (and then cleaning the tub b/c I felt guilty leaving it for the maid), making sure our hatchet and Rambo knife were in our checked luggage so we wouldn’t get arrested at airport security, and playing Tetris with our two bags to somehow fit in all of our camping shit. After somehow getting everything into bags, we loaded up the Ford Expedition that had been our noble steed for the past two weeks, and made our way to the Whitehorse Airport and, ultimately, reality. Okay, not really because we still were going to spend some quality time with our friend, Jessie, in Vancouver.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: road trips are the best kinds of trips. You have the flexibility to see what you want, when you want, you encounter things that you wouldn’t if you were just taking flights (like bull moose fighting in a valley), and you get to spend quality time with your travel buddy (in my case, my hubby). Our road trip through the Yukon and Alaska gave us wildlife, Mother Nature at her finest, great food, and life lessons. Even if you don’t strike gold in the Klondike, a visit there will make you feel like you’ve found treasure…
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The message has been repeated numerous times: The best thing we can do for others during this pandemic is stay in. As sensible as the message is, the urge to do more grows stronger with every additional day of isolation. But what, other than donate money?
My nephew unwittingly gave me an idea the other day.
Ten of us were having our second weekly “family reunion” via Zoom. Matthew talked about how long and busy his workdays are at the Heartland Blood Center in Aurora. He mentioned the critical shortage of platelets, the fragments of blood that stop bleeding. Donated platelets need to be used within five days.
“Giving platelets — that’s what I can do,” I thought, feeling instantly better.
Blood banks assure us that it’s safe to donate now. Donation chairs are spaced the recommended distance apart, and steps to control infection are ramped up. Donors are screened, including temperature checks, to make sure they are well.
Blood donations are way down as people isolate during the coronavirus pandemic, causing a dire shortage of blood supplies. Blood is needed for millions of Americans with serious injuries and blood disorders and for survivors of major surgeries. Cancer patients regularly need transfusions of platelets, which help blood to clot, to prevent life-threatening bleeding. Low platelet count is a major side effect of cancer treatment.
Matthew alerted us that giving platelets is more taxing than giving whole blood, not because it is painful but because it is long. He spent almost two hours in the donation chair. He has his job to return to, but during this crisis, what better thing do retirees like me have to do with two hours?
During a platelet donation, whole blood drawn from an arm goes into a machine that extracts the platelets and returns the other blood components (plasma and red and white cells) to the donor. The cycle of extraction and return is repeated several times, with a single donation session providing platelets for as many as three patients. With check-in procedures and recovery afterward, the process takes up to three hours.
For those wanting to help more than once now, an upside of platelet donation is that you can donate every seven days, up to 24 times a year. Those who give whole blood have to wait eight weeks to make another donation.
Anyone interested in donating platelets, other components, or whole blood can search for a nearby donation location through the websites of the American Red Cross, the American Association of Blood Banks, or America’s Blood Centers. Appointments are needed for platelet donation. I made an appointment at Vitalent (formerly LifeSource) in the Thompson Center on the earliest available date.
Before Matthew mentioned the need for platelets, I had looked into whether the Greater Chicago Food Depository needs help packing grocery boxes. Indeed it does, but it is recommending that people older than 60 not volunteer. (It’s interesting that we’re discouraged at the same time retired health care workers are being welcomed back into hospitals — another example of the sometimes contradictory messages about this virus.)
My church is continuing its food mission, providing takeout meals in partnership with a restaurant. Like blood centers, it is following strict protocols to keep both volunteers and those served safe. The number of volunteers at each event is limited. I haven’t been asked yet, but if I am, I expect I’ll go.
I’m not trying to be heroic, but I live alone and don’t have an underlying health condition. There is no one I would bring the virus home to.
Helping both blood banks and food pantries has a selfish motivation, too. I’d have justifiable excuses for getting out of the house.
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WHEN WE COMPLAIN OF ISOLATION . . .
A cartoon by the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette’s Steve Kelley has a spot-on message when we complain of isolation now. An elderly military veteran says, “I shipped overseas for 33 months, marched through muddy fields and jungles, and dug trenches under enemy fire. I did it for the sake of other Americans.” Sitting across from him, the other person replies, “I’ve been stuck mostly at home for two weeks, forced to eat takeout and binge-watch series on Netflix. I don’t know how much more I can take.”
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ANTI-TRUMP QUOTATIONS: 108TH IN AN ONGOING SERIES
“In a [NIH] video that leaked online last week, Dr. [Anthony] Fauci was seen telling colleagues at the National Institutes of Health that he regularly made suggestions for the president’s prepared remarks before the daily briefings, but that Mr. Trump ‘almost always’ ignores them.”
— New York Times
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Another week, another out-of-studio session for the Consumer Guide Car Stuff Podcast. But hey, I showered this week, so bonus.
The majority of the program was devoted to buying a car during COVID-19. Is it even possible? It is, actually. Joe Wiesenfelder from Cars.com joined us for our middle segment and discussed how dealers are doing virtual consults as well as doing at-home delivery and, in some cases, at-home test drives.
We also talked about if there are any deals to be had right now. According to an article on The Car Connection, there are. But as Wiesenfelder pointed out, you have to qualify.
This week’s #cardujour is the Subaru Outback, and we wax poetic about the Cinnamon Brown Pearl paint and how comfortable it is.
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Take a spring walk, you never know what you’ll find
The worst thing about being healthy in a pandemic is being stuck at home. The best think about being healthy in a pandemic is being stuck at home.
Finally you have time to do the things that you always said you didn’t the have time to do. Spend time with your kids, cook a meal from scratch, clean your closets and get outside.
With signs of spring popping up everyday, it’s time to stop and if not literally, at least figuratively “smell the roses” or “tiptoe through the tulips.”
Join me on a virtual walk through my neighborhood, then take a walk in your neighborhood and tell us what you see.
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