For sale: Baby shoes, never worn. —Ernest Hemingway
Longed for him. Got him. Shit. —Margaret Atwood
For sale: Baby shoes, never worn. —Ernest Hemingway
Longed for him. Got him. Shit. —Margaret Atwood
I just finished reading the outstanding novel American Dirt by Jeanine Cummins. The narrative portrays the journey of Lydia, a Mexican mother on the run from a drug cartel, and her son Luka to the border American where they hope to cross and reach safety. Stephen King, John Grisham, and Sandra Cisneros have all praised this captivating novel.
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Author, coach, father, and Mentor. Keith Manos is all of the above and then some. A true man for all seasons his book “The Elite Wrestler” gives the framework of what is takes to become world class in attributes, habits, traits, and dedication. Keith covers it all. A fascinating read by a man of high wrestling IQ!
Keith thanks for taking the time to share your work with me! I’m going to spend some time reading The Elite Wrestler, and I’ll let you know what I think. Thanks for all that you do for wrestling! -JB
21st Century Literacy: Teaching the Five C’s in the Information Age
Thank you Keith for your feedback on this assignment, as well as all the assignments. You’re a wonderful teacher and you put a lot of work and thought into all your assignments you have planned. Your class is my favorite class I have taken from the instructional delivery services. I came away with so many good ideas and lessons. Many classes I do not gain too much insight for my teaching career, but your class was wonderful.
Thank you again for this opportunity,
On September 13 I was the feature interviewee on Peter Cimironi’s “Blood Time” Podcast and spoke about my most recent book The Elite Wrestler and my own mentor coaches during my career.
Another First Day
Day one . . . Really? I’m already counting down?
My name on the white board, just like last year,
and the year before that
and all the years before that,
the name drawing annoying attention to itself,
the way a rusty stop sign does to drivers in a hurry,
but there’s protocol to follow in this who-am-I stage of academia.
Of course, I include the pronunciation, the importance of Mister,
an overt demand for respect (because I fear they won’t show it),
before a back-of-the-room voice calls “praying mantis,” an annual joke,
– and yes, I say, yes, I know, I know, quiet down – my palms facing them,
like I’m a cop directing traffic, praying the laughter stops.
What else to tell them?
Oh, yeah, the rules, definitely The Rules,
because, teachers fear, in the absence of rules is Chaos. So . . .
Arrive on Time.
Talk Only When Permitted.
Raise Your Hand to Speak.
Do Your Homework.
No Late Work is Accepted.
Bring Your Book to Class.
Don’t Distract Others.
There Are No Warnings.
I point – The Trash Can is By the Door.
I point again – The Pencil Sharpener is Over There.
I point a third time – Homework Goes in the Bin On My Desk.
I ask, “Are there are any questions?”
A curious voice from the front this time: “Are you a robot?”
No, I announce, I am the teacher you met last year,
And the year before that and all the years before that.
Like you, I live in this academic world before the world grownups call the real world,
where no one who has ever lived
has your face,
or your personality.
I point a final time, this time at their open faces, and grin.
Now let’s begin.
When I was eight and ruffling our German shepherd’s fur on the family room carpet, he suddenly lunged at me with open jaws and barred teeth. My older brother arrived just in time to push Jagger off before he bit my face. That experience has traumatized me ever since, and after Jagger died four years later from old age, I wanted nothing to do with a dog as a pet. I even hated movies with dogs in them.
That’s why I argued desperately with my mother nine years later when she informed the family she planned on buying a Yorkshire terrier. I had no idea what a Yorkshire terrier looked like or how it behaved, but because it was a dog, I knew I didn’t want it in our house or around me. I remembered Jagger’s teeth, his menacing growl, his dark eyes. “No way,” I told my mother at the dinner table. “Not another dog!”
I was older (17) and a little embarrassed to be so wimpy, but dogs were unpredictable. Right? My older brother was gone, living petless on his own. Who would defend me from this new dog?
“I’m getting us a yorkie,” my mother insisted. “I’ve already made arrangements with the breeder.”
I slumped in my chair and ignored the rest of my meatloaf and mashed potatoes. I felt doomed.
The next day, Mom showed me pictures of cute Yorkshire terriers and assured me they were gentle, but even with her assurances I wasn’t comfortable with getting another dog, even if it was small. Nevertheless, two days later Mom returned home in the after-noon with a four pound Yorkshire terrier. She named it Lilly. She gently cradled the little bundle of brown and tan fur in her arms and smiled. Then she dropped a bombshell.
“Keith, you’re going to train Lilly.”
“What?” Did I hear her right? She wanted me to train this dog? Didn’t she remember that I hated dogs?
“You will feed her before you go to school and again at dinner.”
I glanced at Lilly whose eyes darted around our family room, as if looking for a place to settle in. She was definitely more frightened than I was. “But I want nothing to–“
She raised a hand, stopping me. “Plus, you will potty train her and teach her to behave.”
“Me?” I still could not believe this was happening. “How am I supposed to know what to do?”
Mom smiled and walked away. “You’re an A student, aren’t you?” she said over her shoulder. “Do your research.”
So I did. Over the next week, I researched Yorkshire terriers at www.yorkshireterrier-training.com and talked to friends at school who were experienced dog owners about the methods they used to train their dogs to go to the bathroom outside and to behave.
Lilly at first tried to behave like an alpha dog, nudging me to pet her, barking to be fed, or pulling on her leash when I walked her. Yorkies can be demanding, and Lilly was no exception. She had that small dog syndrome, which I learned from Sharon Maguire on the Dog Breed Info Center website that dogs like yorkies should not be seen as cute and cuddly just because they’re small. They have to know their limits. If she barked at friends, I put her in the bathroom and closed the door. If she barked at other dogs outside, I yelled “No” and made her sit until the other dog passed. A dog’s size, I learned, does not matter regarding its behavior.
Lilly would run and jump when I came home from school, which I interpreted – incorrectly – to mean she was excited to see me. What she needed was exercise, so I took her for long walks to tire her out. If she pulled on the leash, I stopped until I decided we would continue so she knew I was walking her, not her walking me. I let Lilly sit in my lap when I wanted her to and to sleep in my bed if she behaved, but only at my feet.
Without me truly recognizing it, we developed a bond. We even depended on each other. Lilly needed me for food, walks outside, and guidance; I needed her loyalty and affection.
It took five months but the training eventually paid off, and Lilly became an obedient and friendly dog, although she still barked at strangers, especially the pizza delivery guy. Lilly helped me overcome my fear of being threatened by dogs and, in fact, feel more confident now about my ability to train one and control a dog’s behavior. When Lilly passed fourteen years later, I grieved for those times when she licked my face and cuddled with me on the couch. I missed our long walks together and even her yapping at strangers. I especially missed her friendship and loyalty which made me come to love a dog, not hate it.
Our founding fathers certainly knew what they were doing. Indeed, the United States is a great nation because of them. And thanks to James Madison and Thomas Jefferson, we have the First Amendment, which mandates all citizens have the right to free speech. Madison originated the amendment in 1789, addressing the need for free speech with these words: “. . . nor shall the full and equal rights of conscience be in any manner, nor on any pretext infringed.” The transition from “rights of conscience” to “freedom of speech” demonstrates a strong movement to the principles of democracy, making the First Amendment truly the soul of our democratic government.
When Madison and eventually Jefferson composed the First Amendment their true intent was to protect fellow Americans from persecution for expressing opinions about politics and religion. Madison and Jefferson certainly could not have predicted pornographic magazines, the Confederate flag, or Internet blogs, but they did advocate for free speech, which the British monarch George III unfortunately saw as treasonous speech. Madison, in fact, asserted, “A man has a property in his opinions and the free communication of them.”
Today, our democracy and our free speech are as strong as ever. Our country is great because it allows Donald Trump to campaign for President and say in a speech that Mexicans are criminals. Phil Robertson from “Duck Dynasty” can make crude comments about gay men and women in a GQ Magazine interview and remain a popular television personality. After a Los Angeles substitute teacher Patricia McCallister said that “Zionist Jews . . . need to be run out of the country,” she lost her job but was not prosecuted. To be sure, the First Amendment clearly does not protect us from appearing stupid.
What remains understated by the first amendment is our right not to listen. Comedian Tom Smothers said, “Freedom of expression and freedom of speech aren’t really important unless they’re heard. The freedom of hearing is as important as the freedom of speaking.” This is an essential part of free speech: We also have the right to ignore words that are hateful or that emerge from those who are ignorant.
Even though we may confront offensive and hurtful statements, we still enjoy the benefits of free speech: Protesters can criticize the government, television commentators can editorialize on current events, and politicians can speak against their opponents – all without fear of persecution or imprisonment. Not only has America survived, it has also prospered thanks to free speech, even after all the speeches from illiterate politicians and quotes from uneducated celebrities. Because of this, our democracy is envied around the world.
In America, citizens can speak with confidence what is on their minds and assert their opinions, even if they face disagreement and criticism themselves. Indeed, free speech is closely connected to the liberty we enjoy as citizens. George Orwell stated, “If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.”
I’m going to change America with my vote. Whether I’m voting for a county commissioner or our President, you can count on me on Election Day to head to my local polling station, and if I have to travel, I’ll use an absentee ballot. I trust the board of elections because, like a referee in a basketball game, it has no personal stake in the outcome of the competition between any candidates. Plus, before I vote, I will research all the candidates, read up on the issues, and examine all the campaign literature that floods my mailbox. Indeed, I refuse to be uninformed or misled.
The truth is we all can change America – or specifically, the legislators who serve in local, state, or national government. Votes accomplish that; they are the soul of our democracy. Being of Greek descent, I feel proud my ancestors in Athens of 600 BC originated the democratic system (demokratia) where, like today, Athenian voters had to be at least 18 years old. I am also fortunate the 15th and 26th Amendments have enabled me to have my voting conscience represented on my ballot. Although my actual voice may go unnoticed, my vote, however, cannot be ignored.