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Kenneth Clarke, vice president of administration and operations at the Pritzker Military Library, has been named CEO of the organization.
He replaces Ed Tracy, who left last year; Col. James Pritzker, who founded the organization, remains chairman.
The library also named Col. Paul Hastings, a senior bank examiner with the Federal Deposit Insurance Corp., as a board member. Col. Hastings commands the Illinois Army National Guard's 33rd Infantry Brigade Combat Team.
“I'm proud to welcome Ken and Paul to their leadership roles,” Mr. Pritzker said in a press release. “Between them, they bring a wealth of executive experience in the nonprofit, business and military worlds to their new roles at the library.”
The Pritzker Military Library, founded in 2003, is a repository of more than 60,000 books, manuscripts, artwork, artifacts, documents, films and audio recordings about the U.S. military. It is located at 104 S. Michigan Ave. in the historic Monroe Building across from Millennium Park.
Shelby Country Club, located in Shelbyville, is a Private course. From the back tees, the course plays over 2832 yards with a slope of 107 . Shelby opened in1923.
The rabbi who went AWOL. The photographer who narrowly missed stepping back into the wedding cake. The dog that ate the wedding bands. These were wedding day near disasters that Minna Rae Friedman, a retired wedding planner, chronicles in her new book ‘Wedding Nightmares and Other Bedtime Stories.’
The Lake Bluff writer compiled a collection of stories she’s heard in her 20 year career as a wedding planner. Friedman, now retired, is known in the Jewish community for the social advice columns she’s penned quarterly for the Chicago Jewish News for nearly 20 years. Her next book will be a compilation of the columns, she said.
“All you have to do is mention a wedding and someone says guess what happened at this wedding and that wedding. I accumulated all the stories people were telling me about nightmarish incidents.”
The story, “The Rabbi Went AWOL” involves a rabbi who disappeared when it was time to marry a couple in Israel before sundown ushered in the Sabbath. “The couple planned their spring wedding to take place on an early Friday evening at a beautiful garden, Friedman says, skimming the chapter of her 133-page book. “Timing was crucial. There could be no wedding after sundown. Everyone was there; the chuppah and wine glasses were out, the scene set. But something is missing and it’s the rabbi.
“Luckily one of the guests was Dov Shilansky, Speaker of the Knesset from 1988 to 1992. He quickly calls his friend, the chief rabbi in a nearby community. The rabbi used his authority to empower the guests to conduct the wedding ceremony while he prompted the ceremony on his cell phone. That was a close call.”
Another near miss involved a photographer taking a portrait of a large wedding party. He kept backing up to get a wider shot and suddenly his subjects had a look of horror on their faces. He was about to crush the wedding cake. “He stopped and said, ‘you thought I didn’t see it.’ But he really didn’t see it.”
Another favorite story of Friedman’s involved a Labrador retriever that jumped up and ate the gold bands sitting on the dresser while the groom was putting on his tuxedo. Disaster averted with humor. When asked to present the rings to the bride, he showed an x-ray of the dog’s stomach. A friend also lent him a ring for the wedding. During the honeymoon the dog threw up the rings. The mother of the groom remarked that they didn’t come out the way she expected.
“These are all true stories. You can’t even make them up,” said Friedman, whose subjects are presented anonymously out of respect for their privacy.
A wedding prank to remember occurred when the couple was told to kneel down in front of the officiant. Someone had written help on the back of the groom’s shoe.
Though more of a memorable story than a disaster, Friedman’s parents were seated after their wedding at a restaurant next to newlyweds Anna and Charles Lindbergh. “I forgot to say what did they say? What did they learn?”
“It turned out to be the hottest day in the history of the Chicago weather bureau.” She includes a photo of the headline in the book.
Friedman started her writing career as a girls’ sports columnist. In college, she wrote a column of general interest for students.
Friedman went to Chicago Teacher’s College now Chicago State University. She taught three years then stayed home to raise children
Friedman was married to Stanley Friedman, a World War II vet who died just four months shy of his 95th birthday. They have three daughters and five grandchildren. She volunteers for a physician at the Lovell Federal Health Care Center, who works with vets that have post-traumatic stress disorder like her husband had. She also collects food for the food pantry run by Midwest Veterans Closet.
She wrote both her own memoir and her husband’s who read the finished copy three weeks before he died. “He loved it,” Friedman said. “If I hadn’t done that I would have never forgiven myself.”
Anyone interested in purchasing a copy of Friedman’s book ‘Wedding Nightmares and Other Bedtime Stories’ can write her by email at minnarae@yahoo.com.
It’s pretty pointless: a day spent preparing for a few hours spent waiting for midnight. A day not of what is or what was but what’s to come.
The reason I’ve always been out on December 31 is because my birthday is January 1. Who gets excited about the day before their birthday? To me, it’s contrived, forced revelry, though I’ll admit my wife and I have hosted friends for some lovely evenings the past few New Year’s Eves. I still don’t get too excited just because the calendar is going to change.
This year, though, December 31 is worth celebrating. Because 2017 has been hell, and, praise the Lord, it now is over.
It was not even three months ago that the New York Times published its shocking story detailing Hollywood magnate Harvey Weinstein’s decades of sexual harassment and assault. Weinstein was just the first monster in what has since been a ceaseless horror story of sexual misconduct allegations coming to light. House of Cards star Kevin Spacey, fired. Comedian Louis C.K. will “step back” for a time. Matt Lauer, formerly the highest paid anchor on TV, gone. In D.C., so far, Rep. John Conyers and Sen. Al Franken. And in the food world, it wasn’t just high-profile chefs John Besh and Mario Batali who had to answer for their behavior. Here, One Off Hospitality Group fired an executive chef and a general manager following an incident in its restaurants.
Shitty men being held responsible for their grotesque behavior is good, but it doesn’t remedy the damage that’s been done to the dignity and ambition and careers of many women.
That said, we could only hope for the same type of reactive measures on the nation’s gun violence epidemic. The Weinstein story published just three days after a gunman killed 58 and injured 546 at a concert in Las Vegas. People quickly forgot about it, and bump stocks, the gun modification that allows for such a high level of carnage, remain legal. A month later, a shooter killed 26 people in a church in Sutherland Springs, Texas.
Relatedly, Washington could not be more ineffective or embarrassing for both sides of the aisle. The Democrats were unable to capitalize on anti-Trump sentiment, and the GOP barely passed any consequential legislation despite ruling all three branches of the government. (Its main accomplishment, the recently passed tax bill, is even less popular than previous tax hikes.) Meanwhile, kids remain uninsured, and the president might threaten nuclear war before I finish brewing a Chemex each morning.
Recent win streak aside, the most notable part of the season was Bobby Portis literally punching Nikola Mirotic in the face and breaking his jaw. Portis was suspended eight games; Mirotic didn’t make his debut till early December. At least, at this writing, they’re no longer in last.
Speaking of last place … woo boy, the Bears! They spent the spring stockpiling quarterbacks—to the tune of $45 million and a couple draft picks. As for this fall, well, after coach John Fox said No. 2 pick Mitchell Trubisky just had his best game, he threw three interceptions, and they lost. (Disclosure: This writer is a Minnesota Vikings fan.)
The Cubs failed to repeat as World Series Champions (that doesn’t actually sound too bad). The White Sox’s first season at Guaranteed Rate field was insignificant.
Property taxes are going up. Again. Two hundred million dollars, under the guise of a sweetened-beverage tax, came and went. Commutes got worse. If you thought Washington looked ugly this year, you probably weren’t watching Springfield.
The evening honored Dr. Steve Stryker, attending colorectal surgeon at Northwestern Memorial Hospital and professor of clinical surgery at Northwestern University, and his wife, Andrea Schwartz, Macy’s Vice President of Regional Media Relations, U.S.
Emcees Mary Ann Childers and Jay Levine introduced Dr. Stephen Hanauer, Professor of Medicine at Northwestern University, medical director at the Digestive Health Center and Chief Medical Advisor at the Digestive Health Foundation.
Hanauer explained DHF’s fundraising process, saying, “The way the foundation operates is that you provide seed money for our faculty and trainees to get projects initiated and the initial evidence in order to submit for larger grants.”
Since its founding in 2015, the foundation has funded 30 research studies, two advanced physician fellowships, and the establishment of the Digestive Health Foundation BioRepository, a tissue bank designed to support global research on digestive diseases and other medical disorders.
Hanauer’s surprise announcement of a $1 million endowment brought gasps and applause from the crowd. Judith Blazer, a longtime patient of Stryker’s, made the donation requesting that it be named the “Steven J. Stryker, M.D. Gastrointestinal Surgery, Education and Research Endowment” to support surgical trainees pursuing a career in G.I. or colorectal surgery.
Hanauer then introduced the honorees and spoke of their many accomplishments and philanthropic endeavors, calling them the “ultimate power couple.”
Andrea Schwartz leads teams responsible for developing and executing public relations strategies for nearly 500 Macy’s stores in 35 states. Additionally, she works with Macy’s Corporate Giving to promote cause campaigns, such as the American Heart Association’s “Go Red for Women” and Make-A-Wish’s “Believe,” as well as district grants, which count for nearly $60 million of Macy’s giving back to the communities.
Schwartz lovingly introduced her husband of three years, Stryker, who has been a surgeon at Northwestern Hospital for 33 years. “Obviously, it took us some time to find each other but, as the saying goes, great things come to those who wait,” she said. Schwartz spoke about being touched by the poignant comments, calls and letters from Stryker’s patients thanking him for being such a positive force in their lives.
During Stryker’s remarks, he thanked Judith Blazer, who was not in attendance, calling her endowment “a bold statement of support of training and research in the distinctly non-sexy arena of digestive diseases.” He acknowledged his early mentors — Drs. Stuart Poticha, Gerald Ujiki, Bob Beart and Roger Dozois — and dear friends in the audience who he’d known since elementary school, Dr. Dean Velis, Harry Michas, Peter Sutterlin, Karen Kostas and Harry Manos.
An exciting live auction and paddle raise, conducted by David Goodman, brought in $350,000. The top lot, a luxury trip to Venice and Paris with business class airfare and tours included, sold for $23,000.
Since its inception in 2015, the Digestive Health Foundation has raised more than $6 million to improve the quality of life for those facing digestive disorders, including, but not limited to, colon and pancreatic cancers, ulcerative colitis, and Crohn's, esophageal, celiac and liver diseases.
According to the National Institutes of Health, more than 1 in 5 people will be diagnosed with a digestive disease during their lifetime.
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Georgi Derluguian. Georgi Derluguian is a former Soviet army officer who is a Carnegie Scholar of Vision. He teaches sociology at Northwestern UniversityCHICAGO TRIBUNE
Abkhazia may look bucolic, but the life of peasants is harsh, though probably still not as harsh as it was in the distant past. Nobody starves in the village of Ldzaa, where I spent most of the summer, and there is no shortage of land. In fact, much land lies abandoned, mostly the effect of economic decline and the expulsion of ethnic Georgians who had been nearly half of the local population before the civil war of 1992-93.
Most of the seaside cafes, once bustling with Soviet vacationers, have been burned. The surviving ones serve simple homemade food and smuggled beer, mostly past the expiration date. The last 10 years were like one big winter season, said a woman who owns a cafe.
Her sons will not go back to the peasant existence of their forefathers, a fate unappealing to the youth: growing corn and grapes, raising pigs and cattle.
And whether they like it or detest it, life is getting demodernized. Telephones were once scarce, Soviet-made and not very good. Now they are old and broken. Computers are exotic; in fact, few young people have ever seen one.
War rages in the mountains, where the Abkhaz forces face Georgian troops and, lately, they report, Arab and Chechen mercenaries. War duty at the border is the obligation of mature men in their 30s and 40s. (In the last war, too many young men died before they married and had children.) It looks grimly impressive when the unshaven, slow-moving farmers get their rifles from the wardrobes, get on the trucks, get the cornmeal and smoked cheese collected by the village community and drive off to another border emergency.
The commanders are villagers. One is an accountant, a neat man who literally wears a white collar and keeps a pen pointedly sticking out of his shirt pocket. The other is a former bartender whose main skill is his incredible ability to achieve persuasion through foul and very picturesque expressions.
Recent graves and the burned houses from which the Georgian owners have been expelled are reminders of a brutal reality.
The village by now has sort of adopted me and my sons. We greet all the people we meet in the streets, and they greet us.
Before us, the locals feel embarrassed by the piles of cow manure in village streets. The cows are generally left to their own instincts: In the morning, they are driven out of the yards, and the gates are closed behind them. In the evening, they wander back home, if they do not just stand licking the branches of a neighbor's tangerine tree.
So of course you get manure all over streets that were paved back in the good old times. Only the occasional torrential rain washes it into the ditches where huge weeds grow, well-nourished and moistened.
We came when the Mamasahlisi family was preparing to end a year of mourning for their mother. She was a very merry old woman who could no longer walk without two sticks. She could no longer drink wine because of her high blood pressure, but still she enjoyed making everybody dance. She now lies right behind the house, near the centuries-old crypt left by the people who had occupied this land in the 19th Century.
Their dead are buried behind the houses rather than in cemeteries so they can look after the living descendants. The rites are performed by an amateur village priest who (what a surprise!) turned out to be the same foul-mouthed bartender. Priesthood runs in his family.
The funerals or the weddings are always huge and last at least a week, so that all can pay their respects.
Mourning lasts one full year, during which candles must be lit every Saturday and a tasty dinner served. One year later, another huge crowd gathers--hundreds if not thousands. Incidentally, the total Abkhaz population is less than 100,000 people.
One year after Uncle Beslan died, they tell me, 1,300 people attended--they always keep the written lists, and all of them had to be fed and given wine to drink, though the guests are also expected to bring gifts, a chicken or 100 rubles (about $3 today). But then, Uncle Beslan belonged to the princely clan of the Maan.
For occasions that happen almost weekly, the 32 households united by living along the same village street jointly possess several huge caldrons, an assortment of glasses and plates (which is new--traditionally the Abkhaz served hot cornmeal right on the scrubbed tables), crude folding benches and tables, and the huge khaki military-style tent to provide shade.
Being now a male guest of the house, I was obliged to participate, which I did gladly, though there were, frankly, five times as many men as were needed. At the end of our labors, we all had to be fed a vegetable stew with bread and drink the local liquor, chacha, which is exactly the same as the Italian grappa--only its quality and potency, like any moonshine, vary widely from home to home.
I forgot to mention that a week before, they brought the sacrificial cow. It was the most intelligent and joyful cow I've ever seen. I wish she were a dog instead, but, alas, she wasn't. The funerary meal must include boiled beef, hot cornmeal eaten by hand, white cheese melted inside the hot cornmeal, sauce made of crushed walnuts and herbs, and sour plum sauce, tkemali, which is delicious.
In Ldzaa, they prepared three buckets of it. The food is evidently archaic, though maize long ago replaced the truly archaic millet. Besides, almost every invited family brought a chicken or white cheese pies called acha.
The weather was very hot and humid. The women who had to look after the pots or wash the dishes tended to faint. Every such instance produced much commotion, yet at the same time everyone seemed prepared for it because people faint all the time during funerals and weddings. That's why a neighbor who drives an ambulance was kept at hand. Sitting on a separate bench from the women, the men continued eating and drinking solemnly, without toasts, every time sacrificially pouring on the ground a little wine or chacha to the spirits.
I was regularly asked the same question, "Well, and now tell us, how is life in America?" What should I say? That it is also difficult, but very differently difficult? Or that America is a fabulous land of opportunity? Where, incidentally, they cannot travel because the Marines at the entrance to the American Embassy would not even let them in to apply for visas because Abkhaz passports are issued by a national state that does not officially exist? But it was interesting and useful talking to these people. I learned a lot as sociologist.
Earlier that day, an old woman sent my sons into the garden to cut a chestnut twig. Close to midnight she took the twig and began lightly slapping on the clothing of the deceased that was hung around the room, saying: "That's enough, enough, you are gone now."
Very simple magic. At midnight the bartender now playing the priest stood up with a glass in hand and loudly proclaimed: "Those who are gone, are now gone. To those who are alive now! Let us be merry no less than our ancestor could be in their days!"
The toasts were remarkable. For instance: "The other night I had a dream. I was lying on the cot in the middle of my field, sowing corn into the mountain slopes with a slingshot. Ah, what a nice dream!"
Admittedly, not much. I wrote 30 pages in a month, though on the reading schedule I finally managed to get through Michael Mann's second volume of "The Sources of Social Power." It was so hot most of the time that I felt my brain was melting. My boys, however, loved it being in Abkhazia. They made friends, learned to milk cows, jumped into the sea from the 20-foot-high concrete piers and learned how to disassemble a Kalashnikov rifle.
(I was once very good at it, but now I discovered that my hands had lost the skill. It came back quickly, though.)
More usefully, they took private lessons in algebra and trigonometry from the neighbor Abkhaz kid who is apparently a mathematical prodigy. His nickname is Booka, which, by coincidence, carries the same connotations as the English word "bookish."
Booka found the American mathematical textbooks of my children a bit too simple. He taught them according to his own system. Best of all, they avidly studied with him. It remains to hope that their test scores might improve.
Marie Estelle Dupre, nee Fahey, 90, of Lake Barrington, formerly of Glenview and Wilmette, April 8, 2007, loving mother of Robert (Lisa), Leo, Jean (Neal) Pollack and Michelle (Greg) Smith; "thoughty" grandmother of Kelly and Nicole; great-grandmother of Brandy and Joshua. She was preceded in death by her husband, George; and a daughter, Joan Marie. Memorial visitation Friday 2 p.m. until time of Service 3 p.m. at N.H. Scott & Hanekamp Funeral Home, 1240 Waukegan Rd. (2 blks. south of Lake Ave., on west side). Interment private. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Best Friends Animal Society, 5001 Angel Can-yon Road, Kanab, UT, 84741 or the charity of your choice. Funeral info, 847-998-1020 .
Republican presidential candidate Donald Trump speaks during a rally, Thursday, June 2, 2016, in San Jose, Calif.
Here's a quiz. Was it Hillary Clinton or Bernie Sanders who made the following statements about Donald Trump's claim that U.S. District Judge Gonzalo Curiel is hopelessly biased against him because of Curiel's Mexican ancestry?
"Donald Trump's comments on the ethnic heritage and religion of judges are absolutely unacceptable."
No, we're quoting neither Clinton nor Sanders. These comments repudiating Trump's attack on the judge came from Republican leaders who plan to vote for Trump — respectively, Sen. Susan Collins of Maine, Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell of Kentucky and House Speaker Paul Ryan of Wisconsin.
On Thursday, Donald Trump escalated his racist attacks on Gonzalo Curiel, the federal judge hearing one of the fraud cases against Trump University.
The presumptive Republican nominee had already called the judge a “Mexican” — the Latino jurist was born in Indiana — and floated the allegation that...
Each is trying to deal with a problem Republicans will have at least until Election Day: how to support Trump while disassociating themselves from his more offensive and outrageous antics. None of these top Republicans is handling it well, possibly because it's an impossible straddle.
The episode at issue here was classic Trump. He claimed the judge should not be allowed to preside over a civil fraud suit against Trump University because his "Mexican heritage" has caused him to issue "horrible rulings" and treat Trump "very unfairly."
The charge was outrageous because it assumes that federal judges allow their ethnic origins to determine their decisions. It disparages the integrity of the judiciary without any evidence. To say a Mexican-American judge can't be fair to someone favoring stricter immigration policies is like saying only white judges should be entrusted with cases involving white litigants, since a black judge might harbor resentments about slavery.
Hillary Clinton has been wrong on one foreign policy issue after another, from the war in Iraq to the war in Libya to the war in Syria. She is secretive, averse to transparency, habitually deceptive and arguably corrupt. She is a risk to lead us into another messy conflict.
If Trump feels he is being treated unfairly, his lawyers can ask Judge Curiel to recuse himself — something they have not done, probably because they have no reasonable grounds. Should their client lose the suit, they can cite any examples of the judge's unfairness as grounds for overturning the verdict on appeal. They are not likely to do that because appellate courts don't like having their intelligence insulted. In fact, as NPR reported, "Some observers argue that the judge did the candidate a big favor by postponing the trial in the case until after the election."
But none of this helps Republican leaders and officials who were hoping that Trump would temper his tone or moderate his positions once he had the nomination firmly in hand. In finally endorsing him last week, Ryan celebrated the GOP's "positive, optimistic vision for a more confident America," and argued, "Donald Trump can help us make it a reality."
Positive? Optimistic? Confident? Trump's assault on the judge sounded petty and paranoid. It's the perfect way to alienate the large and growing bloc of Latino voters — not to mention other racial and ethnic minorities. (Trump said any Muslim judge also could be biased against him.) And it confirms that Trump is not going to stop being irresponsible and inflammatory just because he's the prospective standard-bearer of the party of Lincoln.
Do these GOP politicians really want to spend the next five months repeatedly explaining why they (a) strongly disagree with what Trump just said but (b) intend to support him regardless? If so, they are likely to feel the need for a long shower at the end of the campaign to scrub off the stench of Trump. They may also find the conservative philosophy they treasure discredited for years to come — to the long-term detriment of the Republican Party.
They'd be better off saying that, forced to choose between their deepest values and their nominee, they must choose the former. If Hillary Clinton gets elected, Republicans will have no trouble mounting a vigorous and principled defense of limited government, fiscal realism, responsible use of American military power and respect for individual freedom. If Trump wins, they'll have the presidency — but they may have to kiss those policies goodbye.
A version of this article appeared in print on June 07, 2016, in the News section of the Chicago Tribune with the headline "It may be impossible to support him while renouncing his offensive antics" — Today's paperToday's paper | Subscribe
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