What Would Jimmy Do?

We got some wine the other day and for some reason I mentioned the punt on one of the bottles being exceptionally large. Claire said she didn’t know the indention on the bottom of the bottle had a name. Well, it does — it’s called a “punt.” I’ve also heard it called a kick-up, push-up and dimple.

So it does have a name and it does have a purpose — we’ll talk about the purpose another time. Today, let’s talk about why it’s called a punt. I’ll tell you right up front, that I don’t know — and — I’m not sure anyone really knows…. but let’s talk about it.

If you look up the word punt, you’ll find that it relates to a flat-bottomed boat and a tactic in American football. Now what the relationship between a flat-bottomed boat, football and the dimple in the bottom of a wine bottle is, I just haven’t figured out.

One dictionary I checked actually had 5 definitions:
1. verb — delay in answering or taking action; equivocate.
2. noun — a long, narrow, flat-bottomed boat, square at both ends and propelled with a long pole, used on inland waters chiefly for recreation.
3. noun — A football kick after the ball is dropped from the hands of the player and before it reaches the ground.
4. noun — informal, a bet
5. noun — the basic monetary unit of the Republic of Ireland (until replaced by the euro,) equal to 100 Irish pence.

None of the dictionaries that I checked mentioned the word punt as related to wine bottles. But trust me, punt is the name given to the funny concave bump, or dimple at the bottom of a wine bottle. Search as I could, I couldn’t find an explanation that satisfied me. Punt as used with the flat-bottomed boat comes from Latin ponto. (That’s also where pontoon comes from.)

The closest I could come to a reasonable explanation that might explain the “hollow” in the bottom of the wine bottle comes from the French word pontil, a word for the iron rod that’s used to hold or shape soft glass. The Oxford dictionary says it means a little point. 

My research also found that glassblowers used to create these dimples, or punts to push the seam of a bottle up, allowing the bottle to stand upright and also preventing glass at the bottom of the bottle from sticking out and cutting people. 
I guess this just remains one of those things to ponder… I never questioned that it was called a punt, I just didn’t — and don’t  — know why. 
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The other night Claire groaned and I asked what was wrong. She said she just got a charley horse. Sometimes I get those leg muscle spasms — they really hurt. 

Anyhow, I got to thinking… Who is/was this Charley? And what’s the deal with his horse? Why on earth would a leg cramp be referred to as a charley horse? I just couldn’t let this pressing question go unanswered, so my extensive research kicked in.

I found the answer — or at least one answer in an old West Virginia newspaper. The Wheeling Daily Intelligencer, in 1886, published the following story:
“Base-ballists have invented a brand new disease, called ‘Charley-horse.’ It consists of a peculiar contraction and hardening of the muscles and tendons of the thigh, to which ball players are liable from the sudden starting and stopping in chasing balls…. Jack Glasscock is said to have originated the name because the way the men limped around reminded him of an old horse he once owned named Charley.”

That’s one story about how the term originated, but there were others. Another is attributed to a baseball player that played for the Chicago White Stockings, Joe Quest. Apparently, Joe and his teammates spent an off day watching horse races on the south side of Chicago. According to a tip they’d received the previous night, a horse named Charley was practically guaranteed to win. The tip was touted as a cinch — the horse simply couldn’t lose. Everyone placed bets on Charley except for Quest. The other players teased him for his choice. Although Charley had a sizable lead from the beginning, he ultimately stumbled and injured himself going around the last turn and lost. Quest allegedly told his teammates “Look at your old Charley horse now!” Joe kept up the ribbing the next day and exclaimed, “There’s your old Charley horse — he’d made it all right if it hadn’t been for that old Charley horse” when a teammate strained himself in a similar way while running to second base. 

Another account is that the name comes from an old horse named Charley that dragged equipment at the Chicago White Stockings ballpark. Apparently injured players would compare their limping to Charley’s gait and called a leg muscle injury a charley horse. 

One explanation I uncovered indicated that the name is said to owe its origin to the fact hat a player afflicted with it, when attempting to run, does so much after the fashion of a boy astride a wooden horse, sometimes called a ‘Charley horse’”

So — it appears that no really knows the true origin of the term, but all the theories and explanations seem to lead to baseball. I guess the only thing all the theories completely agree on is that they hurt like heck!!
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I was talking to someone (at a social distance) a few days ago and they believed that the government was doing an excellent job of managing the coronavirus crisis. You can count me in the group that believes it might have been possible to screw it up worse, but I’m not sure…

Abraham Lincoln said, “You can fool some of the people some of the time, but you can’t fool all the people all of the time” — I used believe that — now, I’m not so sure. It appears that in some groups of people, all the people in that group can be fooled all the time. 

This isn’t meant to be critical, only an observation on my part. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion — that’s a right guaranteed by the constitution. But everyone has an individual obligation to form that opinion by gathering the facts (from every available source) and not accepting something that someone else “tells” you.
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I’ve seen these “nostalgia” lists before and usually find them interesting. My neighbor sent me one a few days ago. It talked about people’s lives and things they experienced if they were born in the time frame from 1930 to the mid 1940s. I fall into that category and I (and my associates) are members of “the smallest group of children born since the early 1900s.” I didn’t “extensively research” that, but I am ready to believe it. 
I won’t bore you with the entire list, but there were a few things listed that I hadn’t thought about for a while — here they are, along with my comments….

“You are the last generation, climbing out of the depression, who can remember the winds of war and the impact of a world at war which rattled the structure of our daily lives for years.”
I remember hearing the “war news” every day on the radio — In fact, I remember near the end of the war, that it seemed like that was the only thing people talked about and even though I didn’t grasp the real importance of it, I could sense that it was really big! I remember asking my parents if there would be “news” when the war ended. That sounds like a funny question, but the war was so all-consuming that I never remember hearing any other “news” that wasn’t war-related. I don’t remember the depression, and never realized how much effect the war had on our lives, I wasn’t old enough to know about things older people “missed,” and the sacrifices they made during those war years, but I remember the news — the never ending “war news.”

“You are the last to remember ration books for everything from gas to sugar to shoes to stoves.” 
I do remember ration books. In fact my parents kept some ration books for years and years after the end of the war. I don’t know what ever happened to them — they probably got tossed out somewhere along the way. As I remember, they were little books that had pages of what looked like little “stamps” — much smaller than postage stamps and there were different colors for different rations… maybe blue for cotton products, yellow for sugar, white for gasoline, etc. I’m not sure of the details as to how they were used, but I think each “stamp” allowed you to buy a certain quantity of the rationed item, and obviously you could only purchase so much of a rationed item per month, so they must/may have had a date on them…

“You are the last to see the gold stars in the front windows of our grieving neighbors whose sons died in the war.” 
I remember these, too. Fortunately, Maysville was a small enough town that there weren’t that many serving in combat. Also, Maysville was a farming community and many farmers were exempt from active duty, because their jobs were considered essential — growing food for the population, as well as the military. But I do remember the stars, although I obviously didn’t understand the significance of them at the time.

“You are the last generation who spent childhood without television; instead, we imagined what we heard on the radio. As you all like to brag, with no TV, you spent your childhood “playing outside.” The lack of television in your early years meant, for most of you, that you had little real understanding of what the world was like.”
There’s a lot in this statement — it would be easy to write a lot about TV, radio, and “playing outside.” So I’ll just touch on a bit of it… Both faithful readers know that I was eight or nine years old before television even existed in Oklahoma. The first television station west of the Mississippi was established in Oklahoma City and officially began broadcasting on June 6, 1949 — on channel 4. The station broadcasted from 7 pm until 9:30 pm Sunday through Friday. Saturday broadcasts were added four months later. The TV station’s first “studio” was in the ‘Little Theater’ of the Municipal Auditorium in downtown Oklahoma City. The TV picture that we saw was often less than perfect, to say the least. But if there was just a shadow there, people were pleased with it… they’d never seen anything like it. 
No one, especially no kid, had their own radio. Most people, who were lucky enough to have radios, had a “family” radio in their living room. It was often in a large cabinet that served as a nice piece of furniture. What I listened to on the radio was what the family listened to. There were a few “kid” programs on some afternoons and on Saturday mornings. Some of the kids programs I remember were Little Orphan Annie, The Lone Ranger, Buster Brown (“he lived in a shoe”) and the Green Hornet. Some of the “family” programs I remember were Truth or Consequences, Mr. and Mrs. North, The Red Skelton Show, The Shadow, Mystery Theater, and my grandparents always faithfully listened to The Grand Ole Opry. I don’t remember listening much to music on the radio, mostly it was just “big band” music. As far as “playing outside,” that’s just what we did. We played outside — there was no little league, soccer was unheard of, and there wasn’t any public playgrounds in Maysville… we just played in our “yards” and in the street.
As far as not having any real understanding of what the real world was like — we didn’t. Just about only “news” we were exposed to was via the radio and newspapers. There were no 24 news sources available. Most of us in Maysville had never traveled very far from home and were not concerned with what was happening in another country somewhere. When we went to the movies on Saturday afternoons, after the cartoon and before the (usually a western) feature there was a newsreel, but the “news” was at least a week old and talked about events and places that, as a kid, we were’t familiar with.

“Telephones were one to a house, often shared (party lines) and hung on the wall in the kitchen (no cares about privacy.)”
We had a telephone, but it sat on a table in the hall. There was no dial on the phone — you picked up the handset and an operator asked, “number, please.” Except in Maysville, the operator just asked you who you wanted to talk to — “long distance” (out of Maysville) calls were very rare. My parents didn’t get a wall phone in the kitchen (with a dial) until some years after I’d left home. 

“Computers were called calculators, they were hand cranked; typewriters were driven by pounding fingers, throwing the carriage, and changing the ribbon. The ‘INTERNET’ and ‘GOOGLE’ were words that didn’t exist.” Obviously, the Internet didn’t exist — computers didn’t exist. I never saw one of those hand cranked calculators. My dad had an adding machine in his store, but I don’t think it did anything except add — it might have been able to “multiply,” but that really just involved a lot of addition. Numbers were punched in on keys and then a handle was pulled… the keys that you had punched down, popped back up. I remember it being kind of noisy. 

“Newspapers and magazines were written for adults and the news was broadcast on our radio in the evening by Paul Harvey and Gabriel Heater. As you grew up, the country was exploding with growth. The G.I. Bill gave returning veterans the means to get an education and spurred colleges to grow.”
When I was young, I don’t remember reading newspapers and magazines much — I read the newspapers mostly when required by some school project. I mostly just looked at the pictures in magazines. I never heard of Gabriel Heater, but I do remember hearing Paul Harvey on the radio. I was aware of the G.I. Bill, but I never knew much about it.

“New highways would bring jobs and mobility. New cars averaged $2,000 full price.”
I remember when the nation started building the Interstate Highway System — a lot of these “super highways” were referred to as “freeways.” No Interstate Highway was built near Maysville before I left home. I remember the first new car my dad bought after WWII ended. Cars were in short supply and my dad was lucky to be able to get one — I think knowing someone in the car business helped. That car cost less than $1,000. The first new car I was able to by for myself cost less than $2,000. 

“Polio was still a crippler.”
Polio was considered an epidemic when I was young — it created a lot of fear and near-panic and I remember a lot of my activities being restricted, as well as those of my friends. I remember the announcement of the Polio Vaccine. 

“You are “The Last Ones.” More than 99% of you are retired and we feel privileged to have “lived in the best of times!”
I guess I agree with this statement, but it could probably be made about every generation. When I think about the way the world changed during my dad’s lifetime, the changes may have been just as radical (some, maybe more so) than the changes I’ve experienced. Now think about the changes that David and Kelly can remember, and our grandkids are still young but the changes during those short years are staggering….

So while this list was interesting to me and prompted this trip down “memory lane,” similar lists could be put together about any generation — things are never like they “used to be,” and that’s not a bad thing. Change is constant….none of us is the same person that we used to be — hopefully, we’re better.
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These are trying times, to say the least. I hope everyone is doing well and practicing all these new rules and regulations that come with completely new terminology, like “social distancing.”

We’re trying to follow the rules and are sticking pretty close to home. What little shopping we’ve done has been for what we need — no hoarding in this household. And we’ve tried to order what we need online when possible. In fact we just received out latest shipment of supplies — they were delivered to our door, so we were in compliance with all the new rules and guidelines.
I hope everyone follows our example. Stay healthy, keep calm and drink up!
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Even though I (and the weather people) have declared it to be spring since the 1st of March, today marks the astronomical first day spring in the Northern Hemisphere. If you’ve followed this blog over the years, you’ve probably heard me talk about how you can stand an egg on it’s end at the time of the equinox, and also that a broom will stand alone, upright all by itself. If you check past years entries, you’ll find that I devoted a fair amount of time to these activities and they’re both “folklore.” Check this blog’s archives for the “proof.”

But today, March 19 is the spring equinox, or if you please, the March equinox or vernal equinox. What makes it special is that this equinox (on March 19) is the earliest spring in the last 124 years. You faithful readers know that something like this can’t go by without some extensive research. 

I remember that not that many years ago, spring began on March 21. So what happened? This gets a little complicated, so be patient — it also involves the calendar. For some reason the calendar keeps coming up in this blog more and more often. 

Back in February, 2000, for the first time in four centuries, there was a February 29 (leap day) in a century year. We all know that years divisible by four are leap years. This year, 2020 is a leap year. But if a year is divisible by 100, it skips being a leap year — so, in 1700, 1800, and 1900 there was no February 29. The way our calendar is set up, most century years skip February 29 — but — if the year is divisible by 400, it will be a leap year and February will have 29 days. So 2000 was a leap year with the added day in February.

Pay close attention now — equinoxes and solstices happen earlier and earlier as each century wears on. Each summer and winter should begin on the 21st of the month, but as every century wears on, the date slips earlier to the 20th and possibly even the 19th, but this “slippage” gets corrected by the omission of the leap day during the next century year, like 1700, 1800 and 1900. Elimination of that day creates a sudden “jump” of one day, with the first day of spring, summer and winter pushed to the 21st again.

If you’re still with me… the year 2000 had a leap day. Because of that “once every four century ’tweak’ equinoxes were prevented from returning to the 21st, so they continue to occur earlier. The equinox slipped from the 21st to the 20th a number of years ago — but now it’s still creeping even earlier and it’s reached the point where the equinox happens on the 19th. 

Now, the good, or bad, news depending on you view, every four years from now on (2024, 2028, 2032, etc.) there will be a brand new “record earliest start to spring. 

It seems like the world has always had problems with calendars and we’ve had a number of calendars and tweaks to calendars over time. This is all just part of the seemingly constant change we live through. So this year we got to celebrate an extra day on February 29, and we get to celebrate the equinox even earlier than usual on the 19th. If you’re into precision, the equinox occurs at 11:50 (ten minutes before midnight) tonight, and that time is EDT. 

So we won’t have the big celebration on the 21st, like in the old days. But if my calculations are correct, the equinox will return to it’s “normal” March 21 in 2103. We just have to wait until we skip the leap year in 2100 to reset everything back “right.” Happy Spring to all!!! 
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If you’re lucky enough to be Irish… you’re lucky enough. I guess that’s especially true today. Today is St. Patrick’s Day, a day to celebrate — yep, Saint Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland credited with converting the nation to Christianity. This day, March 17th, is the observation of the death of St. Patrick.

As is tradition here on “What Would Jimmy Do,” I usually talk about St. Patrick because — well, because it’s St. Patricks Day. I also have a beer — sometimes it’s even a Guinness.
We all know that St. Patrick was not Irish, he was English, and his given name was Maewyn Succat. If his name hadn’t been changed, we’s be celebrating Maewyn Day today. 
St. Patrick’s Day commemorates the arrival of Christianity in Ireland — in the year 432.
St. Patrick was kidnapped when he was 16 years old by a group of Irish raiders that attacked his family’s estate. He was taken to Ireland by his kidnappers and worked there attending sheep before he escaped and became a priest.
Today, people traditionally wear green and eat corned beef and cabbage… even though corned beef isn’t an Irish dish —it’s English.

Between 1903 and 1970, all/most pubs in Ireland were closed on St. Patrick’s Day because it was a religious holiday. After 1970, the holiday was reclassified as a national holiday and the Irish started drinking — on St. Patricks Day. I’m not sure how many pubs will be open in Ireland today… this year a lot of St. Patrick festivities — worldwide — like the parades and dying the Chicago River green have been cancelled because of the coronavirus.

But it’s still St. Patrick’s Day, and we can all still be Irish today. They say that finding a four leaf clover on St. Patrick’s Day is especially lucky… we can all use some luck. And maybe we can all become friends — the Irish say a best friend is like a four leaf clover: hard to find and lucky to have.
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Well, here it is the ides of March again. If you’ve read this blog over the years, you know that I’ve usually talked about the ides this time of the year. And you’ll remember that the ides, along with kalends, and nones were “markers” on the calendar used express dates in relation to the lunar phase of the month. And you probably also remember that the ides of March wasn’t anything but a date until Shakespeare made it famous in his play about Julius Caesar.

You can check some of the past blog entries if you’re really interested in the details, but which day of the month is the “ides” depends on a complicated formula of calculation that Caesar himself established when he instituted the Julian calendar. Ides of March (and May, July and October) is the fifteenth. That’s not the ides of all months — the ides of January, for example, is the thirteenth. 

I’ve never seen the play Julius Caesar performed, but I did have to read it while in school. The following is from Act 1 of the play:
Caesar: Who is it in the press that calls on me? I hear a tongue shriller than all the music cry “Caesar!” Speak, Caesar is turn’d to hear.
Soothsayer: Beware the ides of March.
Caesar: What man is that?
Brutus: A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.

This conversation takes place during Lupercalia, an ancient Roman religious holiday. Caesar, the Roman dictator, makes his appearance before the crowd (“press”) in the streets. From out of the crowd, a soothsayer issues his famous warning. 
Now Caesar was a very superstitious man, and wasn’t the sort to take a soothsayer lightly.

Obviously, the importance of the ides of March for Caesar is that it is the day he will be assassinated — by a group of conspirators, including Brutus and Cassius. But despite numerous signs, omens, and warnings, like the soothsayers warning, his wife’s dreams of this murder, etc., Caesar goes out on the ides and gets himself killed. 

Shakespeare based his play on the work Plutarch’s Life of Julius Caesar. In that work, the soothsayer warned Caesar to “take heed of the of the ides of March.” I guess that wasn’t quite dramatic enough for Shakespeare… he changed it to “Beware the ides of March.” 
Luckily he did — can you imagine “take heed of the ides of March” ever taking off??
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OK, we’ve almost made it through the week — on to a happier topic….

Today is Pi Day — a holiday celebrated every year on March 14. If you’ve been using Pi Day as an excuse to eat pie, I’m sorry to tell you that you’re doing it wrong. This special day was founded in 1988 by Physicist Larry Shaw and has become an international holiday celebrated all around the world in countries that follow the month/day date format. The digits in the date, March 14 or 3/14 are the first three digits of ∏ (3.14)
And if you’r really into pi, there are other days during the year that you can celebrate:
March 4 — this day marks the passing of 14% of the 3rd month of the year.
April 5 — by this day, 3.14 months of the year have passed.
November 10 — the 314th day of the year (this would be November 9 in leap years.)
And then there’s alway July 22 — which would be Pi Approximation Day. This date, when written in the day/month format — 22/7 — corresponds to the fraction (22/7) that is used to depict pi.

So let’s talk about Pi….
The symbol for Pi has been in use for over 250 years. The symbol was introduced by Williams Jones, and Anglo-Welsh philologist (someone who studies language) in 1706 and made popular by the mathematician Leonhard Euler.

Pi wasn’t alway known as pi. Before 1706, people referred the number we know as pi as “the quantity which when the diameter is multiplied by it, yields the circumference.” Obviously, people got tired of using that many words whenever they wanted to talk about pi. So good for William Jones for coming to our rescue. 

Some people believe that tau (which amounts to 2∏) is better suited to circle calculations. You can multiply ta with the radius of  circle to to calculate its circumference more intuitively. Tau/4 also represents the angle of a quarter of a circle. And — we can celebrate Tau Day on June 28.

But today is Pi Day — a day we can all use after the week we’ve had — happy Pi Day.
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Wow! What a week! If you’re reading this blog, that means that so far you’ve made it through a time change, a full moon and a pandemic — congratulations. So here we are ready to tackle, hopefully, our last challenge for the week — Friday the 13th.

For many people, Friday the 13th is thought to be an unlucky day. There really is very little evidence to show that Friday the 13th is unlucky — many studies have shown that the day has little or no effect on events like accidents, hospital visits, and natural disasters.

Not everyone thinks of Friday the 13th as a day of misery. In many Spanish speaking countries and in Greece, Tuesday the 13th is considered unlucky. In Italy, Friday the 17th — not Friday the 13th — is thought to be a day that brings bad luck, In fact, in Italy, the number 13 is thought to be a lucky number. Since 1995, Finland has dedicated one Friday the 13th a year to observe National Accident Day. The day aims to raise awareness about safety — on the roads as well as at home and the workplace.

Not much is known about the origins of this day’s notoriety. Some believe that the superstition or myth  started in the Bible. Jesus was crucified on a Friday, and there were 13 guests at the Last Supper the night before His crucifixion. On a Friday the 13th in 1307, a French king gave orders to arrest hundred of Knights Templar. Some think that action attributed to associating the day with misfortune. 

The fear of Friday the 13th is known as friggatriskaidekaphobia or paraskevidekatriaphobia. Friggatriskaidekaphobia comes from Frigg, the Norse goddess of wisdom after whom Friday is named and the Greek words triskaideka, meaning 13, and phobia, meaning fear. Paraskevidekatriaphobia is also derived from Greek: paraskeví translates as Friday, and dekatria is anther way of saying 13.

Triskaidekaphobia, or the fear of the number 13, is feared by enough people that many high-rise buildings, hotels and hospitals skip the 13th floor and many airports do not have gates numbered 13. In many places, having 13 people at the dinner table is considered bad luck.

All years will have at least one Friday the 13th. There can never be more than three Friday the 13ths in any given calendar year. The longest time between Friday the 13ths is 14 months. For a month to have a Friday the 13th, it must begin on a Sunday — really!!

So don’t walk under any ladders, don’t break any mirrors, don’t spill any salt and don’t let any black cats cross your path. Happy Friday the 13th!!
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