Slept 4 hours.
Y'know when that whole "I'll do that" thing doesn't happen so it's up to us or it's not being done?
Raking leaves. Ankle-deep leaves. I mean to say, the back yard was ankle-deep while I was wearing good shoes, so figure lots and lots of leaves. And was raking them off the path done? Nope. I just wanted the path clear. That's all. Two reasons: 1. leaves = mulch = weeds in my dirt path, and 2. cats will poop in the leaves on the path but not in the rest of the yard. Rib re-twinged or twanted or whatever. And mopping the first floor had to happen b/c Mr. Helpful was at the movies with his dad, and I don't resent him having time with his dad, but carrying down the laundry basket after raking and then mopping and...
I should really just let it all be messy. Thing is, that is a psychological pit of doom. Keeping your surroundings tidy and clean keeps up your morale.
As you can tell, I didn't sleep. Brain? Here, Leo's Brain! Here, Brain! ... I should name a cat Sanity someday just to see what happens when I call, "Here, Sanity! Sanity! Come home, Sanity!"
Today in history, Kenesaw Mountain Landis said any major league baseball club could hire African-Americans (or, really, any non-whites).
What the heck is up with that name? Well, he was born in Ohio, but Kennesaw Mountain is in Georgia, near Marietta, and there's a battlefield park there from the US Civil War. (Marching to Atlanta before the sea, Sherman's armies were delayed but not deterred by a particularly nasty battle at that location, now considered to be in Atlanta, Georgia's "urban metro area". At the time of the battle in 1864, it was a long day's journey from Atlanta to Kennesaw Mountain, roughly 20 miles. Now, in traffic, I'm told it's less than an hour. Times change.)
Anyway, Mr. Landis -- the first commissioner of pro baseball in the United States, and a judge before that, and most noted for how he handled the first and still biggest scandal in pro baseball, AKA "The Black Sox" -- got his first name b/c his father was a US Civil War veteran, who nearly lost a leg at that battle. Apparently, Mama Landis cast the deciding vote when KM Landis was born in 1866, perhaps reasoning that her husband talked about Kennesaw Mountain so much that they shoud just name their kid after that and be done. (There are stranger stories around why peoplea renamed. For example, why the hell did Gwyneth Paltrow name her firstborn after a fruit? Or was she thinking of the computer? But seriously, *Apple*?) Ironically, perhaps, Papa Landis was descended from Mennonites, one of the most significant "peace churches" in the US, along with Quakers and similar. But hey, I technically have Irish in me, I don't go around singing "Erin go bragh."
A baseball fanatic all his life, Ken Landis graduated from a college of law and eventually was appointed to the bench... Which is quite different in law than in baseball. As a judge, in Chicago, Landis was noted for his showmanship and it was said that if he began to wrinkle his nose, an attorney better beware. He was also quite devoted to his employer. When a corporate lawyer, he was diligently protective of his corporate clients. As a judge, he let 'em swing if the law and juries so demanded. Landis fined Standard Oil the unheard-of sum of $29.2 milion dollars for its behavior as a trust and monopoly and so forth. Landis became an icon of integrity to the public. (BTW, Standard Oil appealed the fine, and as is still true in the US, kept it appealed until, y'know, it went away, more or less, ish.)
So when, several years later, there was a huge baseball scandal in Chicago, and here's this federal judge with a public reputation for taking no crap even from JD Rockefeller and his Standard Oil trust... Yep. He was appointed to deal with it.
Hope you have a good day:-) May your pain be small and your joy be large!
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