Elvis thinks people have forgotten him.This is nearly five decades ago. Elvis is fresh off a two-year stint in the Army, much of it spent in West Germany. Now he fears everything is gone, that the public has moved on. Elvis takes a train to tape a TV show with Frank Sinatra. "He was scared to death," Ray Walker tells me. Walker, in his 70s now, was a member of the Jordanaires, Elvis' backup group. He still remembers that train ride.
DAY 10: The big race, the big climb, the big difference.BEIJING -"Fruits? Almonds?" he says in Chinese.His "store" is a table. He sits on it, offering plastic bags to visitors. The sun is hot and the mountains loom overhead, and there are half a dozen vendors trying to sell us the same stuff, and besides, on the way into this village we passed a donkey sitting in the middle of the street, so to be honest, business is slow."Can you take us up to the Wall?" we ask.
DAY 11: The Mommy factor.BEIJING - You can't just go to church on Sunday if you're Chinese, not under a government whose official religion is atheism. But you still can find inspiration. I found some Sunday in, of all places, the women's gymnastics competition.Normally, this is where apple-cheeked Tinkerbells flip and twist, while spectators use magnifying glasses to find them. The minimum age is 16, and teams want their girls as close to that as possible.
I took a drive last week to say good-bye to an old friend. I came off the highway, turned down a familiar street and there she was, right in front of me.She did not look good. She was pale and broken down. Even the work she'd had done a few years ago now had decayed. She was spilling out, peeling, her fabrics were torn, and she looked none too steady on her feet. The summer sky was gray and she seemed to have a cloud affixed permanently over her head - along with cranes, tractors and trucks by her sides.
Like a lot of folks in Detroit, I've known Dave Lewis for a while. And that's the problem. He has been here as a player. He has been here as an assistant coach. And he has been here as head coach. Familiarity breeds contempt.In sports, it breeds the door.So Lewis is out today as the Red Wings' skipper. What should we make of this? Well first, let's admit, just talking about hockey - as if it's actually, you know, a sport that plans on playing sometime soon? - is almost exhilarating, isn't it? I pretty much forgot we had a team.
Her son was dead. He died serving our country.At this point, you're thinking "Iraq." But this young man never wore a helmet. He never carried a gun. His name was Andrew Goodman. A white college student. Forty-one years ago, he went from New York City to Mississippi after hearing the Ku Klux Klan firebombed a church. He tried to help.He was murdered.And yet, here is what Carolyn Goodman told me a few weeks ago when I asked if she regretted her son's devotion to civil rights:
From the day he was drafted, a shaggy haired kid with a soft, nervous voice, he promised to do his best, even though, as he warned a TV interviewer, he sometimes tried to do too much. Who knew that sentence would be an understatement? He did so much for his team and his town that in time it became immeasurable - and impossible to reproduce. Steve Yzerman, the man, will get up today as a retired hockey player and go on with his life.But Steve Yzerman, the idea, is likely gone for good.
C.C., C-ya. One way not to worry about your pitching is to jump all over the other guy's pitching. It sure worked Thursday afternoon, in a game that kicked off the second half of the Tigers' season and gave them a big winning boost as they turn to the heat of the summer.
Mitch Albom writes about running an orphanage in impoverished Port-au-Prince, Haiti, his kids, their hardships, laughs and challenges, and the life lessons he’s learned there every day.
