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Letters 02-08-2016

Less Ageism, Please The January 4 issue of this publication proved to me that there are some sensible voices of reason in our community regarding all things “inter-generational.” I offer a word of thanks to Elizabeth Myers. I too have worked hard for what I’ve earned throughout my years in the various positions I’ve held. While I too cannot speak for each millennial, brash generalizations about a lack of work ethic don’t sit well with me...Joe Connolly, Traverse City

Now That’s an Escalation I just read the letter from Greg and his defense of the AR15. The letter started with great information but then out of nowhere his opinion went off the rails. “The government wants total gun control and then confiscation; then the elimination of all Constitutional rights.” Wait... what?! To quote the great Ron Burgundy, “Well, that escalated quickly!”

Healthy Eating and Exercise for Children Healthy foods and exercise are important for children of all ages. It is important for children because it empowers them to do their best at school and be able to do their homework and study...

Mascots and Harsh Native American Truths The letter from the Choctaw lady deserves an answer. I have had a gutful of the whining about the fate of the American Indian. The American Indians were the losers in an imperial expansion; as such, they have, overall, fared much better than a lot of such losers throughout history. Everything the lady complains about in the way of what was done by the nasty, evil Whites was being done by Indians to other Indians long before Europeans arrived...

Snyder Must Go I believe it’s time. It’s time for Governor Snyder to go. The FBI, U.S. Postal Inspection Service and the EPA Criminal Investigation Division are now investigating the Flint water crisis that poisoned thousands of people. Governor Snyder signed the legislation that established the Emergency Manager law. Since its inception it has proven to be a dismal failure...

Erosion of Public Trust Let’s look at how we’ve been experiencing global warming. Between 1979 and 2013, increases in temperature and wind speeds along with more rain-free days have combined to stretch fire seasons worldwide by 20 percent. In the U.S., the fire seasons are 78 days longer than in the 1970s...

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Bittersweet Bitter End Takes a Trip through the Early ‘60s

Nancy Sundstrom - September 5th, 2002
As we close in on the first anniversary of the terrorists attacks on our country on September 11, it brings to mind that in the not too distant past, there was another horrific event that galvanized our nation, changing it forever.
That, of course, was the 1963 assassination of President John F. Kennedy, an event of such monumental proportions that many Americans still recall, with crystalline clarity, what they were doing and where they were when they heard the shocking news. And just like 9-11, the impact will be felt for generations to come, marking the end of an era of security and comfort.
Jack Engelhard’s “The Days of the Bitter End“ is a vivid fictional account of the last time America was shaken so dramatically out of a blissful societal slumber, as well as a fond trip back to a time and place that was a catalyst for much of the passion, drama, and idealism of the turbulent 1960‘s.
Engelhard is best known for having written “Indecent Proposal,“a bestseller that was made into a popular film starring Demi Moore and Robert Redford, though he’s also authored of “The Horseman,“ “Deadly Deception,“ and the award-winning “Escape from Mount Moriah: A Refugee Child’s Triumph,“ which depicts his childhood adventures after his family fled his home country of France to escape the Nazi invasion. In addition, his weekly op-ed newspaper column, “A View of the Absurd“ is distributed nationally and he has had success as a playwright.
“The Days of the Bitter End“ is another significant accomplishment for this versatile writer, and resonates with the sort of dialogue and imagery that not only rings with credibility, but instantly evokes a “you are there“ feel for the reader.
The tale begins with an introduction to four roommates who represent a cross-section of the youth who were lured to Greenwich Village in the early 1960s. There is Cliff Harris, who does a Kennedy impersonation so uncannily that he’s almost better than the real thing; Ben Jaffa, an enigmatic doorman at the hipper-than-hip Bitter End nightclub, home to rising stars like Bob Dylan and Joan Baez, and whose life mirrors much of Engelhard’s; Richie Bell, a rich kid from Connecticut who wants to turn his back on his privileged upbringing in favor of a Bohemian lifestyle; and Howie, a wisecracking dufus everyone unwisely tends to underestimate.
Harris occupies much of the story’s focus, and his own rise and fall is a metaphor for pre and post-Kennedy assassination America. Englehard is an efficient storyteller who gets right to the action, and in the second chapter, the stage is set for the young performer’s downfall:

“Cliff Harris, America’s most popular comedic performer, was on stage and deep into his frolicsome Kennedy impersonation when word arrived upon the whisper of ravens that Kennedy had been shot. First came the rumor, heard only by a few, but then came the word, which spread as a disbelieving murmur from aisle to aisle in the darkened basement theater. The 200 hipsters and tourists crowded elbow-to-elbow at the Caféé Muse, on Bleecker Street in New York’s Greenwich Village, collectively gasped and fell into an electrified hush when the announcement was made. Though stunned like all the rest, Cliff persevered. He said: “I‘m okay. Can‘t you see?“ So much had he begun to believe that he was, in fact, John F. Kennedy, and refused to believe that the end had finally come, and so early in this season of Youth and Vigah.
With Cliff Harris in mind, Lenny Bruce had cracked: “If JFK goes, make room for two graves at Arlington.“ Yet nobody expected it so soon. Not even Cliff, superstitious as he was and always expecting the worst.
But not this. Not now. Right in the middle of everything. Or actually, right at the beginning of everything. This was morning in America. America was a nation on the move, happy to leave behind the torpor of the Eisenhower years to heed this new president’s call for sacrifice and greatness...Even rational minds presumed that no mere bullet was strong enough to bring down the most powerful man on earth, certainly not this president, so youthful, so handsome, and so virile, for JFK was more than a mortal in terms of America. He was a star! As such he was impregnable and as for power –– wasn’t he second only to God!
Kennedy still had promises to keep and Cliff Harris still had material to shpritz.
“Stay,“ he pleaded, utterly crushed, but persevering in the tradition of the show must go on.
The overflow matinee crowd, so cheerful and loyal a moment ago, turned on him and hooted him off the stage.
In an instant, in a snap, he was a has-been. That fast! Since taking on Kennedy as his career, Cliff Harris had known nothing but laughter and applause as his due. Loving eyes greeted him everywhere. He was adored —— as the president’s double. Now they were taunting him. From all corners of the room came jeers and catcalls even after he made his exit. Backstage his ears burned from the mockery of hundreds, soon to be millions.
The party was over, finished. Nothing would ever be the same again, not for Cliff Harris, not for anybody. A cosmic tragedy had just occurred in the land of merriment. Nothing was sacred. Nobody was safe.“

The triumph - and the charm of this coming-of-age tale is in its loving attention to detail, be it in the conflicts of the characters or the places they inhabit, from bedrooms to barrooms. An eye-popping cast of real-life characters mingle with Engelhard’s well-crafted and multi-dimensional fictional ones, and one can’t help but envision this being played out on the big screen.
Whether you were lucky enough to have been any part of the scene that is so richly played out here, you’ll warm to the nostalgia of a time whose beat was set by bongo drums, and whose spirit and innocence has since been matched. Heartfelt and compulsively readable, “Bitter End“ is a sweet ride, indeed.

 
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