Officers deserve a better shake

Column originally published Nov. 29, 2011.

There's a fine line between bravery and stupidity, and a few folks in Streator seem determined to prove they know the difference.

In April, the Rev. John Schmidtke of First Baptist Church and about six other people started a group called Drug-Free Streator. The goal was to come up with a strategy to effectively reduce illegal drug traffic. And yes, that does sound like the job of police and county prosecutors. But in all of Schmidtke's written and verbal comments about his perception of "the flood of illegal drugs" in Streator, he's never come across as all that supportive of the law enforcement community.

Here are some excerpts from his column published March 27:

"Sometimes I think the police drive down the street with blinders on. ... I for one refuse to believe our drug problem can be so severe without some degree of complicity. ... We have a drug tsunami because we allow it. Or someone does. ...

"I would hate to think it would be bribes or corruption. I would like to not think that. ... But what about fear? Fear of retribution? A police officer's fear of getting no backup from the higher-ups? Fear of going out on a limb to get a bad guy, and then having your supervisor saw it off — with you on it. How about that?

"Why the fear? Why the hesitation? I don't know yet. But it's clear our police force has an unhealthy dose of both. It seems to me like the police get a lot more fear and hesitation from inside the police station than anything they face on the outside."

Two weeks later, he apologized if his "comments were taken as offensive," said offending was never his intent and noted he fully supports the police department. After all, what better way to show your support than to hint at incompetency and corruption in a public forum?

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Wednesday night at Pops & K's

What's this? Photos that aren't even a week old? Shocking, I know...

Anyway, last week being Thanksgiving week and all, Aunt Kim was finally back in Illinois for the first time since July! This was super exciting for everyone, and only a tiny part of the reason was she brought an iPad and her Netflix account...

From Pops and K's

Kim and Micah flew into Chicago Monday. They took a bus to Rockford and spent the night with Micha's family. Then on Tuesday, Micah drove her to Libertyville. Although he had to head right back to Rockford (sad face), all of us (except for Matt) were in Libertyville when he and Kim arrived, so we did get to spend about 20 minutes catching up. As I wrote (I think) in July when they took the last train for the coast, we really like Micah and are sad he lives way the heck out there, too.

As Kim and Micah walked in the door, Charlie was demonstrating his newly-acquired crawling and standing skills (which he really, really developed at How's house over the weekend). He also found some time to sit by himself on the living room floor and play with toys, which is a pretty big improvement. I'm sure he's not going to behave well the next time we have to leave him there for an hour, but he is definitely making progress toward independence.

From Pops and K's

Jack had a half day of school that day, so I came and got him around lunchtime and brought him to work. Kristie brought the other boys down after Max got out of preschool. We ordered in dinner from the Silo in Lake Bluff and Uncle Matt got there right around 6:30. We enjoyed our dinner (the "so big" video from a few days ago came while everyone was finishing their meals) and then Jack, Max, Matt and Kim got in some serious hide and seek action, as well as some tickle time on the couch.

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Jack spent the night at Pops & K's so he could maximize his Aunt Kim time. That included renting "Cars 2" from the iTunes store — and watching it four times. Also involved were staying up too late, the breakfast and lunch of Jack's choice and certainly other fun activities that made Jack pretty much the happiest 7-year-old on the block. After nearly 24 hours at Pops & K's, the rest of us showed up with the van Wednesday afternoon so we could head off to Fulton for the long weekend.

Along the way we decided, against all rational thought, to stop at a Red Robin in Naperville for lunch. But, much to our pleasant surprise, both older boys ordered (and ate, for the most part) food off the menu, Charlie was happy in the high chair (so long as he had kids' menus to shred) and Kristie and I were able to wolf down our chicken sandwiches before the entire thing devolved into madness. I only made four or five trips to the bathroom between Max and Charlie (and myself) and took in enough caffeine to stay alert for the remainder of the drive.

Sure, it was a bit more expensive than your average drive through, but the kids enjoyed the "special treat" aspect of the experience and it was a wonderful way to break up the drive and, in the midst of a lot of extended family events, connect as our nuclear family of five, which can be rare given our crazy schedule.

The International Banquet

On Tuesday, Nov. 15, Max's class took part in the preschool's annual International Banquet. Basically, every family brings a dish from their native country or a family favorite (we went with cornbread, since Max wanted to bring corn, and strawberries, since Max loves strawberries). Since he goes to school with kids whose parents came from Bangladesh, Pakistan, China, India, England and so on, there was quite the spread to choose from. A lot of it was quite good, despite us not being entirely sure what we were eating, and that was with the written descriptions. Anywho, before the food was the one-song "performance" of "This Land Is Your Land." If you recall from the video posted last week, Max is well aware of the words and motions to the song. But you wouldn't know it form watching the performance...



Here he is after the singing, trying to shrink into the crowd of girls.

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And here's a shot I took of Max and Kristie smiling before lunch.

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One last beach trip

On Nov. 12, a Saturday, Kristie decided the weather was right for one last trip to her new favorite place, Illinois Beach State Park. While we expected to see a few more people taking advantage of what might have been the last truly great weather Saturday of the year, we were again pretty much alone on the beach, which I guess is what we get when we go so close to sunset. It turned out to be fairly windy, but Kristie planned ahead by packing a kite. We have let the boys fly kites at our neighborhood park a few times, but they'd never seen a kite move in a lakefront breeze before. The smile plastered on Jack's face made the entire trip worthwhile. We might not be lucky enough to have the place to ourselves next spring, so this certainly was a trip for the memory book.

From Lake Michigan

From Lake Michigan

From Lake Michigan

From Lake Michigan

From Lake Michigan

From Lake Michigan

From Lake Michigan

From Lake Michigan

From Lake Michigan

From Lake Michigan

From Lake Michigan

Jack Cleans

When Jack found out we were hosting small group at our house and having one of the couples bring their girls over so Jack and Max would have some playmates for the evening, he actually got motivated to clean our basement. Here he is, the morning after he learned of our plan, with everything set up and ready to go.

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Sure, he might be less "bisy" if he had spent more time cleaning and less time connecting the laptop to an auxiliary monitor and the TV so his music would be louder, but who am I to judge?

How big is Charlie?

Does today's date ring in your memory?

Column originally posted Nov. 22, 2011.

John Fitzgerald Kennedy would be 94 today.

Kennedy was 46 years and 177 days old when he was shot dead in Dallas 48 years ago today. Had nothing else claimed him, he would by now have surpassed Gerald Ford and Ronald Reagan as former president with the longest life. Ford and Reagan were both 93 when they died in 2006 and 2004, respectively.

(If you're keeping score at home, Jimmy Carter and George H.W. Bush are both 87 and, from what I can tell, still going strong. Bill Clinton and George W. Bush are 65, Barack Obama turned 50 in August. The youngest former president at the time of his death was James Polk, who was not yet 54. Kennedy was 46 when he was assassinated; James Garfield was nearly 50 when he was killed.)

Most people playing "what if" in terms of Kennedy's death focus more so on him finishing out his first term and possibly being re-elected. It's understandable, given the significance of the historical events in the immediate and long-term aftermath of Kennedy's assassination. Expect to be overwhelmed by JFK-related nostalgia and analysis in two years as the 50th anniversary arrives.

Since there's so many unanswered question about how the nation and world might have been different had JFK lived and continued to serve, it's even harder to speculate on what kind of role he would have had in life beyond the Oval Office, especially for younger people.

I wasn't born until 1979, nearly 16 years after that fateful Dallas parade. Yet I find myself fascinated by dates of significance and anniversaries of national news events and wondering if others react in a similar fashion.

I'm fairly well convinced the vast majority of my peers aren't especially plugged in to history, at least when it comes to specific dates. Plenty of 20- and 30-somethings know to type a Facebook status about gratitude for those who serve in the military when Nov. 11 rolls around. But if you're looking for a similar sentiment on June 6 or Dec. 7, well, don't get your hopes up.

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This Land Is Your Land

Max takes us through the "song" he "learned" for the international banquet at preschool. (And yes, that's a real thing we went to last week.)

Zoo visit

Following the theme of "last of the year," the Sunday after our park outing we made what probably is our last trip to Brookfield Zoo for 2011... unless, of course, we are either insane enough — or blessed with good enough weather — to get down there to witness the holiday lights.

For this trip, we made it a point to hit both the dolphin show (which I hadn't seen) and the family play zoo (which no one had been to), both of which are benefits of our membership package. Both were a big hit, and we ended up have a really nice outing. I lost track of how many times we've been this year, but we've certainly gotten our money's worth out of the (very affordable) family pass option, especially considering we don't have to renew until next May. And the place is large enough, and our boys' attention span long enough, that we can enjoy different parts each time we go so it never feels routine enough to be boring.

With that said, on to the photos!

Dolphin show! From Brookfield Zoo

Digging the finned action. From Brookfield Zoo

Hanging out int he family play zoo. From Brookfield Zoo

Our little botanist. From Brookfield Zoo

Looking for a plant to spray. From Brookfield Zoo

Watching a lizard shed its skin. From Brookfield Zoo

Trip to the park

After Leaf Day ended, Jack, Max and I took advantage of some spectacular fall weather for what may have been our last outing to the neighborhood park for the calendar year. There's not much to say about our trip other than Jack and Max had the park to themselves (as per usual) and took full advantage of the opportunity to run wild, scream like banshees and essentially act like boys. It was a good afternoon.

Ultra-modern communication. From Hollands at Home 2011

Wonderful autumn sunshine. From Hollands at Home 2011

Jack had a great day outside. From Hollands at Home 2011

Watching his big brother. From Hollands at Home 2011

Ready to race up the slide. From Hollands at Home 2011

We have a winner. From Hollands at Home 2011

Almost there... From Hollands at Home 2011

Leaf Day

Two Saturdays ago was Leaf Day at the Holland house. Kristie and Charlie had a baby shower to attend, while Max and Jack were enlisted to help me rake up all the leaves in the backyard and deposit them right at the foot of our slide. Since the playset was new to us this spring, this was the first time the boys had a chance to get serious about autumnal mayhem to this degree. And they certainly were willing participants.

The pile, before the madness. From Hollands at Home 2011

Max takes the first turn while Jack documents. From Hollands at Home 2011

As you can see from the photo above, Jack also came outside with a camera and tried to capture the scene from his own unique perspective, including recording two videos, one while sliding into the pile and a second while jumping. I wanted to get mad, but I was pretty impressed at his commitment to documenting the experience. After all, he's just following my example, right?

Monkey see, monkey do. From Hollands at Home 2011

Fearless. From Hollands at Home 2011

My little documentarian. From Hollands at Home 2011

 

Did I mention Max is fearless? From Hollands at Home 2011

One happy kid. From Hollands at Home 2011

Not quite as fearless, but still adventurous. From Hollands at Home 2011

After the fun

The night of Sunday, Oct. 30, after all the trick-or-treat excitement, Kristie was getting Jack and Max ready for bed while Charlie and I hung out downstairs. The little guy wasn't as worn out as his big brothers, so I had the chance to snap a couple of photos of our happy little guy.

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Halloween

And now, more than two weeks later, the rest of our photos from Halloween weekend.

Saturday morning was the costume party at Jack's bowling league. Once again, his homemade, Mario-themed costume won a prize — a $5 gift card for the bowling alley. I'm sure Kristie spent more on material and in time than $5, but it is nice to feel rewarded.

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Saturday afternoon was the annual neighborhood fall festival. This event features caramel apples, free hot chocolate (with marshmallows, which means Max just had a cup of marshmallows), a prize raffle (everyone wearing a costume gets on entry ticket), a chili buffet (I'm not clear if it was a contest) and a petting zoo. This was Max's first year to attend and Jack's second. Charlie napped at home. But before we left, Kristie took these pictures:

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At the park, I got these pictures of Max trying to enjoy the petting zoo. He is really only interested in animals much smaller than he is. Hence, the goat was intimidating (the feeling was mutual) but the bunny was endearing. The best part of the petting zoo, for me, was the 40-ish guy who, in all seriousness, asked the kid running it to identify animals for him. And answers like, "Well, those are goats" and "That's a donkey" were completely satisfying, as if this otherwise normal adult had never seen such exotic creatures.

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From Hollands at Home 2011

Sunday morning was church, a costume-free event. Since our village prefers weekend trick-or-treating, the event was 2 to 6 Sunday afternoon. With rain in the forecast and good behavior at a premium, we got out the door almost at 2 p.m. I posted the photo of all three boys earlier, but there were others.

For starters, we have Charlie modeling the costume all Holland babies wear — Winnie the Pooh.

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As you can see, he was not pleased with this circumstance. In retrospect, it really wasn't an objection to the costume so much as you average diaper/clothing change displeasure. Once we got outside and plopped him in the stroller, the costume was of little consequence.

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Charlie in the stroller lasted about as long as it took us to hit most of the houses on our block. Before too long he began to fuss, so I put him in the carrier. Eventually, Max ended up in and out of the stroller, darting out as soon as we got in proximity of anyone appearing to be passing out candy. Kristie said this next shot went over well amongst the online babywearing community, which I am told is a real thing.

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Here's a token shot of a trick-or-treat mission in action. The boys were very well behaved this year. Not everyone could tell Jack was Toad (amazingly, not everyone plays Mario games), but people gave nice compliments nonetheless. Jack was pretty good about accepting candy he doesn't care to eat, and Max was pretty good about only taking the right amount. We live in a very generous neighborhood that is pretty much tailor-made for this very event, and I'm pretty sure a fifth-grade Jack or Max will come home with enough candy to stock a bomb shelter.

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We got tired about the same time the wind picked up and the first hint of rain threatened. So we headed quickly home. Jack and I went through the candy stashes and found everything no one wanted. This was something of a tall order given the parental appetite and Max's growing understanding of the "no, MY candy!" concept. But we did come up with enough to fill a bowl to give to the kids who came by the house. It was especially rewarding to see Jack genuinely interested in giving after 90 minutes of receiving, and I think there was some honesty to the sentiment, not just a desire to unload the crap no one here wanted to eat. We ran out shortly before the rain really arrived, so all in all it was pretty excellent timing.

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Since Pops & K were in California at the time, we did not trick-or-treat in Libertyville the next afternoon. No worries, though, because after school parties for each boy, plus bowling, plus the fall festival plus regular old Gurnee trick-or-treating, it was time to give the costumes a rest and get ready to welcome November. I can't help but wonder what next year will bring with an almost 21-month-old Charlie, but I am looking forward to stealing his chocolate.