The Maroon Vol. 3… No. 37 Sunday, May 7, 2023
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“Bringing us all to a place we don't want to lose."
Observer: Driving With Coach Roger Sweeney
Macky’s New York: The Good Guide
William Peay: Tales From The Wood…
RHS Athletic Hall Of Fame: Made For & Inspired By RHS Alumni
Project Arrow: Creating An Online Home For RHS Arrow Yearbooks
Mark Porro: A Cup Of Tea On The Commode
M + A NYC: Mighty Are We As One
In Memory Of Our Classmates & Faculty: Photographs & Memories
Jeff Meyers: Standards
Jim Schoneman: Rock Hound
Kathy & Ross Petras: You’re Saying It Wrong
Observer
Driving With Coach Roger Sweeney
Among the things I learned as part of my RHS education, few were as useful and stayed with me as consistently, as the driving lessons I received from Coach Roger Sweeney.
I am happy to say Coach Sweeney liked to be around athletes, whether he had personally coached them or not. Rob Lane and I were lettermen in Cross Country & Track and were assigned to the Coach’s Driver Ed car.
He had retired from coaching the previous autumn and was enjoying himself by only being a teacher. He seemed especially relaxed as Rob and I drove and he talked.
Though I would be remiss in my fond remembrance of Coach Sweeney, if I didn’t mention the first thing he taught us before we turned on the engine: where our blind spots are. Since the Coach was on Social Media I let him know last year that I thought about him whenever the subject of “blind spots” and driving was mentioned. Not sure he remembered me or Rob but he certainly appreciated the belated recognition, in his own modest way.
Modest, the one word you could use to sum up Coach Sweeney’s personality. He made countless, unmentioned, and unrecognized contributions to RHS and the Village of Ridgewood. When he retired he didn’t make a big deal about it and from my vantage point, always took an interest in the world around him. He won frequently as a player and a coach, but made room in his Life for people who weren’t always winners or had been dealt a less than desirable set of circumstancees to live with. Coach Sweeney didn’t have to act in this manner, but he did. There are a lot of grateful people, not just drivers, who are better off for having been around Coach Sweeney. He was a gentle persona nestled in a big, broad frame. Hard to miss and impossible not to like.
R.I.P. Coach Sweeney.
Macky’s New York
Matthew Cortellesi Photography
May 1, 2023 - Flatiron
The Good Guide
A man turns and asks his friend how much further it is to the Empire State Building...at which time the friend replies...I'm pretty sure it's just up ahead around the next corner.
This is a pure reflection shot on Broadway just north of 23rd street looking north with bike path paint and of course...the Empire State Building in the distance
Time 9am.
William Peay
Tales From The Wood…
Highland. 2 houses north of McKinley. West side of the street.
RHS Athletic Hall Of Fame
Made For & Inspired By RHS Alumni
Visit the RHS Hall of Fame
Digital Printing for the RHS Hall of Fame provided by Tim Boucher, RHS 1988
Mark Porro
A Cup Of Tea On The Commode
Arriving in bookstores everywhere on Mother’s Day, May 14, 2023.
M + A NYC
Mighty Are We As One
Join us at the Spring Fuller Market! May 13th 10-5
45 Pine Grove Avenue, Kingston NY
Shop home décor and wearable accessories at www.mplusanyc.com
In Memory Of Our Classmates & Faculty
Photographs & Memories
1965 Arrow Yearbook. Roger Sweeney & Jeff Yearing.
Front row, Coach Joe Barkocy and Coach Fern Gomez (my Dad) Back row: Coach Paul Schneidenbach and Coach Roger Sweeney. I grew up in that locker room and learned leadership from these great men. (Photo courtesy of Steve Gomez)
Jeff Meyers
Standards
Standards.
How important they are.
Randomness.
Important as well.
Balance:
Let's hear it for weighing two possibilities...
Contemplating,
Pondering,
Sifting the wheat from the chaff.
From the towers, I hear the commands:
"Make them toe the line!"
From the foot of the wall, I hear the cries
"What are we doing this for?"
From the dungeons, I hear the anguished,
Moaning in prolonged confusion,
"Why can't we go outside?"
"For GOD's sake,
WHY CAN'T WE GO OUTSIDE???"
And, in the woods,
the birds that made the decision to travel
where they need to go,
even at great risk to themselves,
sing to each other,
working out their territories
wooing their mates
instructing their loved ones,
cooperating,
figuring out
how to make a go of it
deciding what effort will
help them and their young ones
continue on
into existence
Jim Schoneman
Rock Hound
Banded iron formation is one of my favorite rocks to find. It is an iron rich rock, and is relatively common on most Lake Superior beaches because of their proximity to the various iron ranges in the area. It is usually comprised of bands of red jasper and black magnetite, and when polished up it can look really nice. Not only is it a pretty rock, but it's also important economically. It’s what taconite pellets are made from, and taconite pellets are hauled by ships and trains to steel mills to make steel.
Kathy & Ross Petras
You’re Saying It Wrong
Ross & Kathy’s podcast: You're Saying It Wrong is a podcast that looks at what we get wrong—and what we sometimes get right—when it comes to this English language.