While you’re wearing your mask and sunglasses to protect yourself and others from the coronavirus, don’t forget your sunscreen.
That’s because ultraviolet (UV) rays can damage your skin cells’ DNA. Over time, the exposure can lead to skin cancer as the damage builds up and causes cells to grow.
Experts say it’s best to avoid being out in the sun between 10 a.m. and 4 p.m., when ultraviolet radiation’s intensity peaks, and it’s a wise idea to get into the habit of applying sunscreen every day, year-round.
Experts also advise:
* Keep babies less than six months old out of the sun.
* Wear clothing to protect against the sun, including wide-brimmed hats that cover your ears and longer-sleeved shirts.
* Wear UV-protection shirts rather than plain white cotton T-shirts.
* Make sure your sunscreen provides sufficient strength. A sunscreen’s SPF (sun protection factor) should be greater than 30.
* Look for a lotion with broad spectrum protection to shield you from both UV-A and UV-B rays.
* Buy sunscreen with water resistance. No such thing as waterproof exists. If you’re going to be sweating or splashing in the water, you’re reducing the ability of the sunscreen to protect you.
* Make sure you apply enough sunscreen – at least a shot-glass amount. For the face alone, use at least a nickel-sized dollop.
* Beware sun protection sprays and stick roll-ons. They may be more convenient, but make sure you spread the lotion or gel evenly and broadly across your skin.
* Keep applying sunscreen – watch the clock and re-apply 15 minutes before time’s up for a 40-minute stay in the sun.
Skin cancers precipitated by sun-bathing skin damage are the most common form of cancer, with more than 5 million cases diagnosed each year nationwide.
That includes not only Caucasians, but also people of Asian, Latino and African-American descent – many of whom find out they’re affected too late for treatment.
Indeed, 20 percent of Americans will develop some form of skin cancer by age 70, and doctors say they’re seeing more millennials than ever seek treatment for sunbathing-caused skin damage.
Dr. Steve Xu, an instructor in the Department of Dermatology at Northwestern University’s Feinberg School of Medicine, said the youngest person he sees for a sun or tanning-related skin cancer is 21 years old.
“Millennials are probably 20 to 30 percent of all of the patients we see each week for skin checks,” he said.
As a native Chicagoan, I hear tales from the present and years past. I enjoy capturing interesting and/or suspicious tales from my family, friends and enemies. Thought I’d put them to good use by sharing with others.
As questions and proposed plans continue to swirl around all things COVID-19 pandemic, the calendar on college football has flipped to June.
Will players return to campus this summer? What will the NCAA allow? What will individual states allow? Will all conference members participate? Will there be fans in the stands? Can schools afford the testing? Is testing athletes justified compared to the general public? Will there be a delayed start? An extended season? A season at all?
In fact, there may be more questions than players on rosters. It can be overwhelming to consider all the facets, phases and scenarios.
Yet, college football has been here before.
As The Athletic’s Matt Brown wrote last week, ” . . . with the United States fighting in World War I and a flu pandemic spreading around the world, college football had put together a limited 1918 season in which schools scraped together whatever players and games they could. Many didn’t play at all.”
Included in that mass group that didn’t play were the institutions that today make up the four Illinois FCS teams — Eastern, Southern, Western and Illinois State.
In fact, the “War to End All Wars” also affected athletics a year prior when the United States began sending soldiers across the Atlantic to Europe.
“There’s little question that World War I all but shut down intercollegiate athletics across the nation,” wrote Fred Huff in Saluki Sports History . . . 100 Years of Facts & Highlights. “After athletics director William McAndrew volunteered for military service, it was not until late September that [Southern’s first four-sport athlete] Sam Patterson was contacted and agreed to serve in a non-salaried position as SINU’s football coach.”
William McAndrew
Patterson took over a spartan team with only one returning letterman from 1916’s squad and posted a 2-2 record with all four games being played in November.
When war ended with the Versailles Peace Treaty, life didn’t immediately return as it had been prior to Americans going “over there”.
Eastern, for example, opened 1919 by pasting Hillsboro High School 53-0 en route to a nine-game schedule. Illinois State and Western each played seven games. Nearly all of each school’s games were against in-state or border state opponents.
Southern, however, played just four games under William Lodge, who also coached basketball until a January illness sidelined him. An interesting footnote is that one of Southern’s losses was to Southeast Missouri State, perhaps the only time in intercollegiate history that a team gave up two safeties while being shut out 4-0.
Meanwhile, McAndrew was discharged as a brigadier general and working on a law degree before returning to SINU.
“It was too late, however, to salvage the 1920 football season. The dollars, equipment and a schedule were all missing,” Huff’s book states.
During the ensuing years bridging the two world wars, the athletic departments were led by powerful names that still resonate on the Illinois campuses today — McAndrew (Southern), Charles Lantz (Eastern), Ray “Rock” Hanson (Western) and Howard Hancock (Illinois State).
WWII Years
Brown wrote in The Athletic, “By World War II, the sport had exploded in popularity, survived the Depression and modernized: more bowls, more polls, more fans, more conferences, more structure. The new war effort threatened to shut it all down. About 200 colleges and universities dropped football in 1943. Many were small colleges, but the list also included luminaries such as Alabama, Auburn, Tennessee and Stanford.”
Brown noted, “A year earlier, pessimism about football in 1942 had proven to be exaggerated, but the increased needs of the war effort meant that 18- and 19-year-olds would be drafted into service. College football’s talent supply needed to be tapped for a greater purpose, making 1942 feel like the last gasp of normal football . . . Not only did the war effort threaten to clean out intercollegiate rosters, but it threatened colleges, period.”
United Press International sports editor Leo H. Peterson predicted, “The sport likely to suffer most in 1943 is college football.”
Those words certainly held true as Eastern and Southern fielded no teams that fall. Western stumbled to a 1-6 record and went winless in 1944. Illinois State posted a 6-2-1 record in ’43 and played crosstown rival Illinois Wesleyan twice that autumn.
Brown also wrote, “The Big Ten, home to numerous prospective V-12 schools [designed to supplement the force of commissioned officers in the Navy], swiftly altered its rules, clearing the way for freshmen, transfers and members of the armed forces — even those who played professionally or had exhausted their college eligibility — to suit up and keep the conference on the field.”
Freshman impact
While no professionals trickled down to Carbondale, Charleston, Normal or Macomb, seventeen-year-old Chicago native Fred Carman found his way onto Western’s campus.
“My birthday is in December and I graduated (from high school) in 1943. I was 17 at the time. I enlisted in the Army in the Air Corps, but they wouldn’t take me until after my 18th birthday,” Carman told me in a 2014 interview. “I went to Western, to Macomb, waiting to be called up (by the Army). While I was there I played on the football team in ’43. Many of the great athletes were in the service and so forth.”
With World War II raging in Europe and the Pacific, college enrollments were down. Many schools dropped or suspended athletic programs. Those that remained played limited schedules with reduced rosters.
“It was common to see 17-year olds play,” Randy Roberts, Distinguished Professor of History at Purdue University and author of A Team for America: The Army-Navy Game That Rallied a Nation at War, said in an e-mail.
The 5-foot-9, 165-pound Carman had played football at Chicago’s Marshall High School. Moreover, he was a co-captain.
“Back then we only had three high school sports: football, basketball and baseball. There wasn’t any wrestling or track or swimming. Those three sports were it,” he said. “For basketball they had a team for 5-foot-7 and under and another (team) of unlimited heights. Our Marshall High School basketball team of that time won 98 games over a five-year period and was written up in Time magazine.”
Though he didn’t wind up in any national magazines, Carman did get some ink of his own.
“I had a buddy named Seymour Kaufman who was a semester ahead of me who was the sports editor in high school,” Carman said. “We were friends and whenever he could, Seymour gave me a little plug.”
In Carman’s senior season Marshall faced rival Harrison High School on a rain-soaked field.
SINU’s 1944 team (photo courtesy of Southern Illinois University)
“I was in our end zone back to punt. The snap from center was lousy, on the ground. I picked it up but couldn’t kick so I ran,” he said.
Carman did far more than run; he weaved his way the length of the field for a touchdown.
“I guess they had no other news to report because the next day in the Chicago Sun had an entire page headline that read ‘Marshall’s Carman Runs 101 yards to Beat Harrison 7-0’. Seymour had called it in, but I was no All-American or anything. I was a better than average player but nothing special,” Carman said.
Star or not, Carman, the football player, will always remember his friend Kaufman, the journalist.
“Unfortunately, he was killed in Normandy, France less than two weeks after D-Day,” Carman said.
So how did the city boy wind up at Western?
“I had friends who had gone there,” he said. “I also had a $50 scholarship from the Letterman’s Club in high school. They gave me 50 bucks for proficiency and scholarship.
“I wanted to be a flyer. I don’t know if it was affiliated with the school or not, but Western had a deal that for $80 you could get 10 hours of flying lessons. I thought I’d do that because it might give me a leg up when I got into the Air Corps. We scraped together the money and I got those 10 hours of flying lessons. I got to solo down there but never got to Pre-Flight.”
In addition to those flying lessons, Carman took flight in another form, as quarterback for head coach Wix Garner’s Western team.
“Of course back in those days you played both ways, offense and defense,” Carman recalled. “We didn’t have the T-Formation. We ran the Single Wing (offense) if I remember correctly.”
(EIU photo)
The highlight of Carman’s season came in his very first game.
“We played Cornell College, which is in Iowa. We beat them 27-0,” he said. “When I was on defense I intercepted four of the opposing quarterback’s passes. I was probably his best receiver.”
Carman, playing linebacker, ran two of those interceptions back for touchdowns.
“One of them was maybe 40 or 50 yards and the other was probably 30 or 40 yards,” he said.
“Later that season we played in Normal. We played Illinois State and (Illinois) Wesleyan. One of them had several Naval cadets and a few Big 10 players on their team. We played Drake University and got killed by them [50-0],” Carman said. “We did alright. I had fun. I enjoyed it.
“Back at that time Western had maybe 700 students, a far cry from what they have now.”
Carman didn’t finish his entire school year at Western. Instead, he was accepted into the military in the spring, however, there would be no more flight training for him.
“They told use the good news was that their casualties were lower than expected, and that the bad news was that nobody was going to go to Pre-Flight,” he said.
When Germany surrendered in May 1945, Carman volunteered to go to officer training school, which was in Oklahoma.
“While I was there the bomb was dropped on Japan,” the father of Chicago radio personality Mark Carman said.
Post-WWII
Commissioned a Second Lieutenant, Carman was shipped to Japan and served there until 1946 when he was honorably discharged.
“I came home (to Chicago) around Labor Day of ’46 and I wanted to get into school right away with the G.I. Bill, which was a marvelous thing. At that time you could have gotten into any school,” he said. “The University of Chicago had already started its quarter and I didn’t want to wait until the next quarter started.”
As a result, Carman chose to enroll at DePaul University. He studied accounting where he earned his degree and later passed the CPA exam. While working as an accountant for Arthur Anderson and Company, Carman attended law school at night. In 1955, he left accounting and joined a law partnership.
“I’ve been practicing as a solo attorney since 1963,” Carman said in April 2014.
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Western, Southern, Eastern and Illinois State all tasted success in the postwar years. In fact, after Illinois State won the 1945 Illinois Intercollegiate Athletic Conference football crown, Southern (1947), Eastern (1948) and Western (1949) followed suit. Illinois State took the 1950 title.
While men the likes of Hanson, Lantz and former Southern star turned coach Glenn “Abe” Martin continued to influence their respective campuses, along came others such as Maynard “Pat” O’Brien (Eastern), Vince DiFrancesca (Western), Edwin Struck (Illinois State) and Bill Waller and William O’Brien (Southern).
“They were the whole ball of wax,” said former Northern Illinois quarterback Bob Heimerdinger. “In those days, those men were everything. They coached the sports, and they ran the PE departments.”
Heimerdinger, who lives in DeKalb, played for George “Chick” Evans at Northern Illinois.
Lou Stivers (EIU photo)
“It was just those five state schools (in the conference) when I played,” said 1947 league MVP Red Miller of Western, who later coached the Denver Broncos in the Super Bowl.
“Northern and Southern were the biggest schools, ISU was in the middle and Western and Eastern stayed about the same size,” said Lou Stivers, captain of Eastern’s 1948 conference champions.
Most of the postwar football rosters were made up by veterans.
“About all of us were back from the service,” Stivers said in 2012. “Only about one or two starters weren’t veterans. Several were married.”
Stivers, who enjoyed a lengthy teaching and administrative career, died in 2015. Miller passed away in 2017.
Sept. 11, 2001
A war of a different kind interrupted the 2001 season. Games were cancelled the weekend after the Sept. 11th terrorist attacks.
The 9/11 attacks meant the cancellation of the annual rivalry game between Illinois State and Eastern scheduled that season for Sept. 15 at Hancock Stadium in Normal. Other than the previously mentioned interruptions from war, 9/11 marked only the second time — the other being 1996 when EIU joined the Ohio Valley Conference — that the rivals did not play in a series that dates back to 1901.
Time will tell if 2020 will add another chapter to this story.
Blog co-authors Barry Bottino and Dan Verdun bring years of experience covering collegiate athletics. Barry has covered college athletes for more than two decades in his “On Campus” column, which is published weekly by Shaw Media. Dan has written four books about the state’s football programs–“NIU Huskies Football” (released in 2013), “EIU Panthers Football (2014), “ISU Redbirds” (2016) and “SIU Salukis Football” (2017).
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Mietze is a gentle, shy and sweet, 12-year-old, ten-pound, female tuxedo tabby cat looking for a loving guardian.
This “Mietze,” pussycat in German, was born in Berlin, and moved to Chicago with her diplomat parents four years ago. Sadly, they are now moving to Japan and can’t bring their cat with them.
Mietze eats a diet of mostly canned Friskies pate and uses her litter box perfectly. While she can easily share a home with other cats, she’d probably bond better with her humans if she’s the only feline. When she was relinquished to rescue, her best friend was the 21-year-old daughter whose family had adopted her when she was nine years old. They grew up together and they both took the separation hard.
She’s been living with me and sharing a bedroom with a couple other cats for the last week and she’s been doing great. She loves windowsills and cat trees, but she also likes to hide at first.
She is a healthy senior, up-to-date on vaccines, spayed, microchipped and tested negative for viruses. She had full bloodwork done and had her teeth cleaned today. She does take amlodipine for high blood pressure.
Mietze’s adoption fee of $100 benefits the rescued pets of Friends of Petraits Rescue.
If you’re interested in meeting and possibly adopting her, please contact [email protected] for an adoption application.
She is currently being fostered in Chicago’s Andersonville neighborhood.
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As George Floyd’s murder has laid bare America’s persistent racism, I’ve been grappling with an incident closer to home.
I’m second-guessing complaining to an African American postal clerk about what I considered rude customer service.
Seeking to learn from the experience, I found an appropriate article in The Guardian in which writer Kimberly Foster condemned “needlessly hassling people of color” over minor infractions. She lamented the stress of having to learn “the verbal and nonverbal norms” of a world different from their own and of having to “shape-shift” outside their community.
“Racist conditioning denies people of color the opportunity to be given the benefit of the doubt, so neither bad days nor social awkwardness are allowed,” she wrote. “Black people are unduly burdened by the social expectation that we always be on our ‘best’ behavior.”
Unfortunately, I did not extend the benefit of the doubt. I just got angry and reacted.
I was already annoyed with the Federal Center post office branch when I walked in last week. A month before, I felt scolded by a postal clerk there for mailing cash in a birthday card, for not differentiating between a letter and a package, and for not moving back behind the six-feet-away stripe after handing her my envelope. Agitated, I walked away before getting stamps I’d paid for. The next day I went back but was told nothing could be done because neither the clerk who had served me nor her supervisor were in.
Last week, with a package to mail, I brought along the receipt for the missing stamps. Another clerk reproved me about having waited a month, continuing even after I said I had returned the next day. I lost self-control and blurted out, “The people at this post office are rude.” She and a colleague standing nearby objected, and she refused to mail my package.
I complained about the denial of service on the post office’s online form and two days later received phone calls from the Loop customer care representative and the branch supervisor. By then I had calmed down and regretted that I hadn’t been more forbearing, especially during this time of heightened stress for all of us. I could have said, “Oh well, it was my fault in the first place for forgetting the stamps.”
A friend asked why skin color was not irrelevant in this situation. Would I have complained about similar treatment from a white person? Yes, but I’m wondering whether I was too quick in these interracial encounters to diagnose as an attitude what is cultural difference. As Foster noted in her article, the norms of black and white communities are different. Black people, however, cannot freely follow their own norms in white spaces without punishment.
“[T]he negotiation required to ensure that neither our words nor actions can be misinterpreted is exhausting,” Foster wrote. “Complete comfort is not possible when you must constantly second-guess your instincts. We will not know freedom until we can choose for ourselves how we show up in the world.”
If we grew up white in America, racism infected us, and unconscious racial bias continues to infect even those of us who decry racism. Being a liberal does not mean that a white person really understands about being black. Reexamining the post office experience through the viewpoint of Foster’s article, I wish I’d held my tongue.
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ANTI-TRUMP COMMENTS: 116TH IN AN ONGOING SERIES
“I’ve never seen a president with less capacity for empathy. He doesn’t even try. It’s way outside his emotional comfort zone.”
— Andrew Polsky, political science professor at Hunter College, City University of New York, who studies presidential leadership traits
I retired in August 2015 from Northwestern University after 25 years as an editor in University Relations. I live in the South Loop and am a volunteer Chicago Greeter. Getting the most out of retired life in the big city will be a recurrent theme of this blog, but I consider any topic fair game because the perspective will be that of a retiree.
No, that hippo you saw on social media walking the streets of Chicago was not real.
The Lincoln Park Zoo cleared things up Monday morning.
Thank you to friends of wildlife for your concerns. All animals at Lincoln Park Zoo are accounted for and safe. There were no break-ins, thefts, or incidents last night. Images circulating, claiming to be of Lincoln Park Zoo animals out of their habitats, are false. pic.twitter.com/d3TZoEgrKd
When I look in the mirror, Ms. Glanton, I see a person, unique and unwilling to be classified by anyone’s catalogue.
I see a person who has made his own contributions to the common good. I don’t have to explain it or justify it to you or anyone else.
You act as if you know what’s in my mind, or the minds of millions of other white people. You don’t. Just as I don’t read your mind or the mind of every African America. If I did, I would be correctly called a “fool”.
I’ll give you this: The “look in the mirror” was the headline writer’s understanding of what you wrote. But your message is the same: Ending racism is a one-way street.
Here I’ll agree with you about past history of slavery, Jim Crow and hidden racism. There’s plenty of blame to be spread around. And there is plenty of praise to give to white people for fighting, some giving their lives, to end racial injustice.
But here I’ll not agree with you. When you say “If someone were to ask why you [white people ]did nothing….” That’s bullshit and you know it.
Or this: “When black people talk about racism, don’t automatically accuse them of ‘playing the race card.’ That’s merely an attempt to stifle meaningful discussions about race and maintain the status quo.” Yes, I’d like to get rid of that cliche too. So what is to be done when someone such as Al Sharpton “plays the race card?” Not call him out on it?
And this:
Racists are counting on you to continue doing nothing. They are certain that before long, you will return to your blissful state of denial, where racism is somebody else’s problem. And you will not disappoint them.
Yes, white people are content to be the handmaidens of racists, you know it to be true because, well, you just know it. That we look away when racism’s ugly results are on display. Or that we tsk-tsk scenes of injustice and then rush back to our own racist cocoons.
Screeds such as yours are counterproductive, to say the least. They do little to help us understand each other. They fuel resentment of white and Asian people who experience the injustice of racial preferences. They put off people who otherwise be your allies.
Just watch: By the very fact that I disagree with you, I will be labeled insensitive. Bigoted. Racist. And because I support some conservative solution to America’s economic and cultural problems, I will most assuredly be labeled blind and hateful.
The attitudes and actions of white people are just as variable and idiosyncratic as those of black people. Some white people I’d like to have a beer with, others I wouldn’t.
And there are some black people I wouldn’t want to have a beer with, but that doesn’t make me a racist.
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Dateline: 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue Washington,D.C. The basement
Donald Trump loves Twitter. Yeah, he says he hates it. Yeah, he says he should close his account. However, the dude has over eight million followers. Where else can he find a forum to tell his lies to a quarter of the United States’ population? He hates it so much that he has tweeted more than fifty thousand times.
Sometimes his tweet game doesn’t go over very well. Hell, most of the time it doesn’t. There are times where it goes disastrously bad. Last week was one of those times.
Sure, he had his share of those inane one word tweets that makes most of us shake our heads and laugh…at him, not with him. “Obamagate” and “China” are prime examples. But then he gets down into the dirt and tweets things that drive even his most loyal supporters crazy.
He continued his attack on MSNBC morning host Joe Scarborough. He said Comcast and the state of Florida should look into the death of a Scarborough aide almost two decades ago. They should open up a cold case. Trump was criticized by the Wall Street Journal, Howie Kurtz of Fox News, Liz Cheney and the widower of the woman who died. In response, he kept up his attack. A bad look that was only just beginning.
Next came his tweet about the upcoming election. Don likes to talk about election fraud. He says that mail-in voting will lead to massive cases of fraud, even though there’s no evidence to back that up. I’m doubt he really believes that. My guess is he thinks it gets his base riled up, so why not perpetrate this lie. Here comes another tweet, but shockingly, Twitter called him on it. Who would have guessed? Naturally, Trump took offense. Twitter was picking on little Donnie. They were censoring him. The dude has told thousands of lies on this forum, they fact check him one time, and he takes offense. Wuss!!!!
But the worst was yet to come….hard to believe, but it was.
After the murder of George Floyd, people took to the streets in Minneapolis. While there was a lot of peaceful protests, there was plenty of violence and looting. Most presidents would head to the oval office to make a speech that would calm the nation. They would let us know that things were going to be okay. They would show leadership.
Donald Trump didn’t do that. He doesn’t know how to do that. He headed to the forum that he thinks he knows best….Twitter. He gave us the tweet at the top of this column. Instead of using a words of peace, he went right for the word thug. Nothing like showing your racism in the first sentence. Did he ever use the word thug after Charlottesville? He closed with “when the looting starts, the shooting starts.”
Way to go Mr. President. Way to help keep things calm. Way to help keep things peaceful. Way to show you’re in control.
And for this tweet, Twitter called him out again. Donald Trump violated Twitter’s rules about glorifying violence. Ladies and gentlemen, that’s the leader of our country. That’s the leader of the free world. The President of the United States is glorifying violence.
Like I said it was a bad week on twitter, but we then we found out even more. When the shit got real in D.C., the leader of our country headed down to his shelter. No more Mr. Tough Guy taking on shooters. He headed down below to avoid any confrontation. Yep, there was a seventy-three year old man tweeting from his basement. Donald Trump doing the same thing as many of his supporters who live with their mother.
It’s now Monday. A new week. A new month. A new opportunity to redeem himself. And here comes Donald Trump tweeting again… “NOVEMBER 3RD”
Yeah man…it’s only one hundred fifty-six days away. We can’t wait!
My so called friends think it’s time to edit this section. After four years, they may be right, but don’t tell them that. I’ll deny it until they die!
I can’t believe I’ve been writing this blog for four years.
It started as a health/wellness thing and over the years has morphed to include so many things that I don’t know how to describe it anymore.
I really thought this was going to be the final year of the blog but then Donald Trump came along. It looks like we’re good for four more years..God help us all!
Oh yeah…the biographical stuff. I’m not 60 anymore. The rest you can read about in the blog.
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