Times more than arrive; they push. When it’s important for diversion, if not distraction. From what: Well, not sure we echo in any conversation, but honestly, it’s not boredom. It’s pushing to a complete personal “take” on how quagmire life in our country is. You name it. I don’t have to.
For me the diversion is fishing. But, a memory came back that once in a while I remember and I smile. Sometimes even laugh. Since then almost 60 years ago, the memory refuses to fade. With that, I found respite in a game show. Yep, admission is 9/10’s of civility if not sanity. Know that fishing isn’t the only refuge.
Probably have written before about my one claim to national attention. Well, sure, it’s provincial to my family and a couple of seminary friends. But, hey, happened. Here goes:
When in seminary a dear friend, Dick Davis, was on the national television show, “Password.” Afterwards he was told to be their recruiter. For some reason they wanted seminary students. [Maybe it was for their redemption, how do I know?} So Dick, of all things, conducted “Getting On Password” seminars. That didn’t appear in any Yale Seminary publicity folders. I took the class and the program manager of “Password” said I passed. It was 1963. Remember because the first program was cancelled. The week of the horrific assassination of President John F. Kennedy. Weeks later, though, the program was taped.
In those days they had daily programs and one Thursday night program. Since I received a good grade in Dick’s seminar I got on Thursday night. Hey, to win was $500. Not bad in 1963, right? My partner was Dorothy Lauden and my opponent, a New York Jets player’s wife’s partner was Gary Moore. Allan Ludden was the host. The trick was to come up with a word for your partner, only one word!, that clued in the answer. Humor came to the program for my first word, which was LOVER. I tried to look seductive and lathered out the word, “ROMEO!” Lauden leaned back in her seat, looked like she was afraid, and said, very defensively, “LOVER?”
Allan Ludden looked at me, “Mark are you married?”
Before I could indicate I wasn’t, Lauden said with authority, pointed at me, “OF COURSE NOT!”
Ended up losing—the victor needed 25 points and we each had 20. My word was DEED. I knew nothing about mortgage and contract so tried the Boy Scout thing, “Goooooooood.” Lauden said, “Bad.” Wrong. My opponent said, “Scouts.” Gary Moore won the $500 for his partner, “Deed.”
Hey, fame faded quickly. But not memory.
Why all this? Because, and you can ignore or smirk, but lately, as a humorous diversion, I watch the Game Show, “Family Feud.” Steve Harvey is actually very funny, and the responses of the contestants at times push hilarity. Plus, I jump in and give answers. Gosh, in the last few weeks I’ve won over $100,000. Not bad from an armchair quarterback, is it!
Well, the diversion lasts 30 minutes. But when I hear people say a gay needs diversion therapy, or all the very sordid conversations with politicians trying to “out-truth” the other, I find that not humorous. So, distraction arrives, and if the Cubs aren’t on, then Steve Harvey is. For now, anyways.
Then tomorrow, Monday, July 30, I fly to Portland and for the balance of the week, will try my best to “engage” summer steelhead out of the Columbia River. Fish on!