Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Salute to Vivien Thomas



Bet most people have never heard of Vivien Thomas, and I wouldn't have either, but for an award-winning feature story about him in one of my course textbooks.

The story--"Like Something the Lord Made"--was written by Katie McCabe for The Washingtonian , a city magazine in Washington, D.C.

McCabe's story about Vivien Thomas and Dr. Alfred Blalock of Johns Hopkins Hospital won the coveted National Magazine Award for feature writing in 1990.

Have you or a member of your immediate or extended family had open heart surgery? (I had a double bypass in April 2008).

If so, you should get down on your knees and give thanks to Vivien Thomas; he never went to college, let alone medical school. But starting out as a lab assistant for Dr. Blalock, who became interested in doing heart surgery after researching the hearts of dogs, Thomas figured out how to solve the problem of "blue babies." He was right by Dr. Blalock's side in the surgery room at Johns Hopkins Hospital when Blalock performed the very first human heart surgery (on a blue baby) in 1944. Thomas walked Blalock through the surgery, telling him what to do and how.

The rest, as they say, is history.

Why hasn't Vivien Thomas gotten his due regard in American history?

Here's a man who was a true giant in medicine, training many heart surgeons at Johns Hopkins.

He's the man behind the man (Dr. Blalock) who changed American medicine.

An African-American, he should be getting as much recognition today (which happens to be part of Black History Month) as the other heroes of African American culture. Vivien Thomas is right up there, in my opinion, with Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcolm X.

He's a hero, and most of us have never heard of him.

Read McCabe's story. And now there's a 2004 movie--"Something the Lord Made"--that you can get from Amazon.com

Click here for a few scenes from that powerful film.


And click here for my favorite scene.

Sunday, January 31, 2010

He's the best


I believe I have the best dog in the world.

See him, a loveable gentle sheltie, in the picture with this blog post and on the right of this page (below my profile info.)

Gave him a bath in medicated shampoo yesterday (recommended to me by a dog dermatologist).

He couldn't have been better.

Ears back and his hair completely matted down in suds and water, Roadie took it like the dog that he is.

HE ALWAYS TRIES TO BE GOOD. It's as if he cannot NOT be good.

I know this all sounds a bit hokey, but he's the best.

Now getting up in years (9 years old? 10 years old?), Roadie loves to eat. When I go to the kitchen and get a can of anything out of the cupboards, there's Roadie with his big brown eyes looking up at me. Waiting, staring, wanting...

Even when he's asleep, if I quietly get a can from the shelf and start opening it, here he comes, trotting to my feet and staring upward, tongue beckoning--waiting for a snack.

He loves to be petted. He tries to talk to you when you speak to him.

Really. (I wonder if anyone could ever learn dog speak.)

And that big bushy tail wags when he's happy.

Last week, I took him for a stroll inside the Agape Senior Assisted Living Center in Rock Hill. I had visited a friend, 90, there a few weeks ago, and noticed that she had lots of photos and stuffed animals of dogs in her apartment. She got emotional when she reminisced about her pet, which she could not bring with her a year or so ago when she had to leave her house.

When I brought Roadie to her, she couldn't have been happier. Same with the other folks at the assisted living.

You think they're just sitting there numbly in the lobby without a thought in their heads? Think again. Whenever Roadie approached, a crippled, frail hand would put a cane down and pat him on the head. Or a wheel-chair bound woman wearing a sweater would roll to where he was and gently stroke his fur. Roadie brought smiles and laughter wherever he trotted.

What is there about a dog and human beings? And how does a dog trigger warm memories of our life?

Roadie and me.

Me and Roadie.

Life is better because of Roadie.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Papaw Larry and Lucy Brooke




My first grandbaby is Lucy Brooke Lynn Yeung--born yesterday in Fort Myers, Fla.

She came into this world at 6 pounds and 13 ounces.

She's beautiful and everyone is swaddling her.

Can't wait till I get a chance to hold the little rugrat.

Welcome to the world, Lucy Brooke!

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Icy, cold, snowy weather in mountains of Tennessee





Over the Christmas and New Year's holiday, I spent a chunk of time in the mountains of east Tennessee (near the N.C. and Va. borders).

Truly a stunningly winter wonderland up there, but the frigid temperatures made doing just about anything harder and FASTER.

Some mornings I woke up to the outside thermometer registering 6 degrees above zero.

Then add the wind chill (always seems to be breezy in the mountains) and you get a sense of the cold.

It was too cold for dogs or cats.

Too cold for people.

But not for birds or cows or deer.

I saw plenty of them doing their thing outside.

The pictures accompanying this blog post were snapped by my cousin Larry Walsh, a frequent visitor to east Tennessee (specifically the Stony Creek community a few miles outside of my hometown of Elizabethton, Tenn.)

Larry, now living in Panama City, Fla., has plans to ride out the sunset years of his life in Stony Creek (where he shot these spectacular photos.)

Beautiful snow and cold imagery, cousin.

Thanks for the photos!

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Stephen King has a hot one...



The name of the book, more than 1,000 pages long, is "Under the Dome."

It's a new novel by Stephen King. (That's him in the blue open collared shirt in mugshot photo accompanying book jacket.)

Worth reading if you want to learn about the pathos or inner workings of a small town--in this case Chester's Mill, Maine.

What makes a man or woman tick?

What is it truly?

And what happens when you put an entire community under stress (or under a dome)?

Maybe, if we're honest with ourselves, we all live under a dome of some sorts--be it physical, psychological, emotional, imagined, real...

That seems to be an underlying message of King's latest best seller.

Turn up your sound and click here for what King, who might be the world's most prolific author, says about "Under the Dome."

I like the book. I highly recommend it.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Tree of freedom planted at Winthrop


One of the reasons I've stayed at Winthrop University so long (now in my 25th year--longest I've been any place without getting fired) is because our university seems to truly treasure freedom of the press.

That's not always the case at other colleges and universities where image-conscious, overly sensitive administrators sometimes find themselves at odds with the student newspaper.

At Winthrop, our student newspaper, The Johnsonian, is free (meaning there's no prior restraint by any faculty or staff member before the paper goes to press). And the big majority of the time the paper gets things right.

I'm the faculty adviser for The Johnsonian, but I'm a hands-off adviser, reading stories or looking at pictures or cartoons or other material--before publication--only when the staff asks me to. (Very seldom do the students call on this old set of eyes to review anything before they run with it.)

To their credit, the students on the staff of The Johnsonian work very hard--for no pay or for a pittance of a stipend.

They don't do it for money.

They don't do it for glory.

They do it because they love it.

And they love it, in great part, because of something called the First Amendment to the U.S. Constitution.

The Johnsonian is free--free to be a rambunctious (but hopefully responsible) watchdog, free to cover or uncover whatever it wants to, and free to be playful, funny, adventurous and satirical.

All of those qualities are at the core of our democracy.

Visit any university or college.

Yes, take a good look at that school's promotional material--all of its glitzy Web sites, brochures and pamphlets.

But to get the real skinny on the place (and to gain a sense of how much the university respects its students), study closely its student newspaper.

Does the paper seem to be free to responsibly print whatever it wants?

Do the students who work on the paper engage in robust debate--through journalism and informed commentary--about critical issues at their university?

Does the administration at that particular university let the student journalists flap their own wings? Is the student newspaper, thanks to an administrative and faculty hands-off approach, truly a laboratory for learning about and practicing journalism? Are the students at the paper free to explore and document all aspects--good and needing improvement--about the campus community?

Yes to all of the above at Winthrop.

A few years ago, a visiting professor from Shanghai, China, spent a year teaching at Winthrop. He and I became close friends. He would hang out in my office, and he became very interested in journalism and mass communication.

One evening, he called to see what I was up to. "Pon, this is production night at The Johnsonian, and I usually stop by there and give the students a boost and take them some refreshments," I said.

When he asked if he could accompany me to The Johnsonian offices (in the basement of Bancroft), I agreed to let him tag along.

I'll never forget his reaction at seeing all the kids busily working into the late night on their pages, pictures and stories.

"Larry, where is professional to supervise them? " he asked.

"It's totally their baby, Pon," I responded.

"What if they make mistake, Larry?" Pon wondered.

"I hope they don't, but if they do, I ask them to run a correction in the next edition of the paper," I said.

Later that evening, I told Pon (and I still fervently believe this) that if he wanted to see the heartbeat or core of America and democracy, it was right there--in the basement of Bancroft.

It's not in Washington, D.C.

It's in the basement of Bancroft being played out by those student journalists.

And it's all thanks to the First Amendment to the U.S. Constitution.

First Amendment freedoms thrive at Winthrop University, and now we have a "Liberty Tree" (a willow oak) that's growing near the front main entrance of campus.

That Liberty Tree symbolizes freedom of expression at our university and for our students, faculty and staff.

May it grow strong and thrive, and may its roots take hold deeply in Winthrop soil and may it be a reminder to all of us about what makes Winthrop such a good and honorable place.

In the picture accompanying this blog post, notice the recently planted Liberty Tree behind a few lovers of the First Amendment. Kneeling in the front (next to the 45 words of the First Amendment), from left, are Guy Reel and yours truly. Standing, from left, are: Haney Howell, Justin Brown, Bill Click, Debra Boyd, Tom Moore and Karen Kedrowki. (Photo by Judy Longshaw of University Relations at Winthrop)

Special thanks to Karen and Justin for winning a grant and bringing that tree and plaque and many quality First Amendment lectures and programs to Winthrop this past semester.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Newspaper article says it all


This ran in today's edition of The Johnsonian, the student newspaper at Winthrop University.

Funny thing: I always tell the woman who cuts my hair to make me look like George Clooney.

Really!