“Beagle Bites” By Chad Robert Parker

A younger neighbor girl was really good about walking another neighbor’s dog. She loved dogs. I did not (At least not a complete stranger’s dog).

When I was young I was always shorter than my peers. I hated how dogs seemed to like picking me out of a crowd. I’m sure they were just playing but dogs can get rough especially when running in a pack. I remember a few of my friend’s dogs liked jumping near my face and nipping at my nose, whether I was running away or not. Dog owners often don’t train their dogs to behave well on or off of a leash.

Maybe dogs sensed my unease. I tried to not show it as the beagle approached with her master for the day. The dog walked erratically from one side of the sidewalk to the other tugging her along. It sniffed the grass, the pavement, and then my leg. “Oh, don’t worry, he’s friendly,” the little girl said. That’s when that dumb mutt sniffed my crotch, and then–that’s right, you probably guessed it–it bit me right in the unmentionables.

I recoiled and then instinctively punched that supposed hunting companion–man’s assumed best friend–right in the nose. Don’t get  me wrong. One of my favorite books is about hunting dogs, “Where the Red Fern Grows,” and my family has even had a few dogs through the years. but I hate Beagles to this day. The dog yelped and whimpered as it hauled the little girl away. “What did you do that for?” She screamed. “I’m telling!”

“Go right ahead,” I yelled. “That dog bit me,” I moaned.

She went on and on about how that was impossible and that that dog was the nicest, smartest dog on the block. I didn’t have time to argue. I went home to check out the teeth marks. I didn’t really want to show anyone the evidence. Luckily, it was superficial enough and the dog was current on shots so that I didn’t have to go to the doctor or press charges.

“Backyard Hockey” By Chad Robert Parker

You can tell the difference between an elementary school in Minnesota and anywhere else that I have lived by the accompanying hockey rinks. With snowy weather for more than half the year hockey is the predominant sport. Coming from California I spent most my recess spread eagle on the ice, feeling more like the puck.

I remember one year it snowed a couple feet. My dad got a shovel and started clearing a patch of grass. We thought he was crazy. He instructed us to help shovel the snow into a rectangular border a few feet high. We packed down the inside. Then we really thought it was crazy when he let the water run at one end. Before long we had a layer of water throughout our snow pack. He turned off the water line for good for the rest of the winter, but by morning we had an ice rink in our backyard. I got a lot better at ice skating and hockey that year.

“Frozen Highways” By Chad Robert Parker

No where that I have lived has snow plowing and snow driving figured out quite like Minnesota does. You can build a snow man the first snowfall that won’t melt for 6-8 months later, yet I rarely saw a snow day to allow us to take off from school.

Utah has light fluffy snow that is great for skiing. The snow rarely stays in the valley for more than 2-3 weeks and there are only a handful of days each year where driving is tough. It seems like the drivers forget from year to year how to keep control without sliding off the road with the first snowflake.

Indiana has the chance for lots of snow days in rural areas where plows are few and far between, but even worse where the wind blows freely across unobstructed flat farmland. It can easily get packed down and make for icy roadways. The cold days are somewhere between Minnesota extremes and Utah’s mild flurries, but one time the whole freeway froze over.

I’m not talking about black ice. There was literally a 6-inch frozen ice layer stretching from our little town in Covington, Indiana for 8-10 miles or so to the Illinois border. Cars and trucks were backed up even farther. It was like a 4-6 hour crossing because no one was moving most of the time. Most people were outside of their cars talking. Many were making snowmen.

We tried to go to the family warehouse that day and put in a few hours work. We tried to take the backroads to our Illinois place of business. It did not work out. The back way was also backed up. I remember a trucker was handing out food from the back of his truck because without his truck running he couldn’t keep it fresh anymore anyway. By nightfall it started to get cold. We enjoyed a snack or two before we realized there was no chance we would be going to work. We returned to the comfort of home and the warmth of a fire.

There was still a line of traffic not moving on I-15 the next morning.

Utah-BYU rivalry needs a story book ending like ‘Sterling Bridge’ (final draft)

Utah-BYU rivalry needs a story book ending like ‘Sterling Bridge’

By Chad Robert Parker

Sir Winston Churchill famously stated, “Those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it.” Does repeating history always have to be a bad thing? Can rivals as staunch as BYU and Utah ever learn to get along? Allow me to introduce to you a coach from Utah’s past, Sterling Harris, also known simply as “The Bridge Builder,” who proved two rival groups can meet on the common ground of good sportsmanship only when they come together to play the games.

In light of recent events with the cancellation of next year’s U of U vs. BYU basketball game, we are facing a recurring universal theme that has reared its ugly head in the state of Utah before. Overcoming differences is central to relationships. The real difference, however, is how we handle that reality. If we have gotten bad enough that we have to walk away then shame on everyone involved. The differences that divide humanity are not as great as the commonalities we sometimes refuse to allow to unite us, and yet here we are again letting vague but real divisive factors come to the forefront.

The record books in the state of Utah will forever hold a scar with an asterisk next to the Tooele High School football accomplishments of 1928, when Box Elder refused to play Tooele for the state title in football. Sure it was not as grand as college sports, but it was a title match. We can learn from it. Sterling Harris had painstakingly made efforts to get sons of emigrants to attend Tooele High School and play football with kids who didn’t get along together. Integrating them helped them get good grades and improve behaviors. The benefits certainly exceeded the costs. Then Box Elder stood in the way of progress. Only legislation could change it, but that would not take effect for another year. Box Elder’s official excuse was a nebulous reference to the death of a player from disease earlier in the season, also citing injuries and sickness of other players: a constant backdrop for many schools in days when quarantines were common. That was revised when there was talk of creating divisions where smaller schools would not have to play bigger schools for championship honors. But Tooele wasn’t the one running away from games. Despite their size they didn’t have reason to believe they would lose against Goliath. Quite the opposite, Goliath seemed to have gotten ahold of the script and feared its possible fate. It would not be politically correct posturing, but given the divisions in race, religion, and culture that already existed you would be hard pressed to still believe today that this type of pride and prejudice—this belief of somehow being above playing the game—were not the real motivating factors behind cancelling the game.

How will the state of Utah look back at the University of Utah’s current decision? Given the past, I would guess it won’t be viewed too favorably. If anything suspicion and distrust have already increased. Many feel there is more biased sentiment than is being aired. Consider who would remember the Titans if players and coaches harbored animosities enough to keep them segregated? The problem won’t just go away by ignoring it. To Box Elder’s dismay Tooele did not go away in the years to come, either. They became more of a force to be reckoned with. The oppression only galvanized a community to prove more worthy and formidable. Legislation allowed them to take the title outright in 1929.

Perhaps Coach Krystkowiak is genuinely trying to make peace off the court, his playing days on the court aside, but protesting an entire program over isolated incidences of a few comes off high and mighty. It’s as though Utah’s Athletic Department is trying to make an example of BYU, forecasting imminent doom rather than exhibiting sportsmanship themselves, and not leaving it to the NCAA to banish rivalry games as unsafe. In short, if they are trying to vilify BYU’s Athletics, the attempt has backfired. No one who is being honest with themselves thinks that all the bad in the rivalry is BYU’s fault and all the good that ever comes of it is to Utah’s credit. Whether there is an asterisk on the schedule for 2016 is up to Utah. The ball is in their court. They can still win the day.

Sports are a microcosm of life. It can bring joy or sorrow. It can bring people together or pull them apart. It all depends on how you play the game. Whether repeating history is good or bad is not up to past events, it is up to present players. The real win is not about score at all; it is about how you handled the game. The same goes for life.

Let’s hope cooler heads prevail, BYU and Utah put differences and disagreements aside, unite on the court, and learn how to play nice, sooner rather than later.

Endnotes:

Chad Robert Parker is the author of “Sterling Bridge,” a historical fiction film novel that was released on November 10th, 2015. It is historical in that it is based on actual people and events during the football years of a legendary coach, Sterling Harris, in Tooele, Utah leading up to and during the Great Depression. Sterling is credited with uniting two communities: Catholic miners and Mormon settlers. It is fictionalized in that some events and conversations were made to fit a condensed timeline and page length. It is a film novel in that it is easy to read and picture as you would a film. Chad studied how to write film novels at BYU as an undergraduate and later found his way back to BYU where he is currently a manager in the Harold B. Lee Library.

“Sterling Bridge” is a publication of Bonneville Books, an imprint of Cedar Fort Publishing, and can be found at Amazon, Books&Things, and Barnes&Noble.

Editor’s Note: This article was accepted for publication in the Deseret News shortly after the infamous announcement from the University of Utah to cancel the game with BYU in 2016.

“Three Dollar Fix” By Chad Robert Parker

I’m the first one to admit that I am not a handyman. I am thrifty, however. If a fix sounds easy enough I will attempt a do-it-yourself project.

My tub spout started leaking. I worried that the drip might be mostly going back into the wall, so I purchased a new spout and went to work. When you have followed every instruction to the “T” and it still leaks, that’s when you know you really have a problem. What do you do then? I checked “google” to see if any others experienced the same complication. None had. Online videos showed that the task was easy enough. No one seemed to have had any trouble, whatsoever, with the three dollar fix. Although, as I investigated further, I realized I did have a similar problem as others. Turns out my original leak was actually coming from above in the handle. There was one of two possibilities. One would require a professional the other one was another DIY option. I took the handle off and found out I would have to call a plumber after all.

The dumbest part about it was that the piece I chose to “fix” was not broken until I messed around with it and squished the O-ring to death. And then my test run caused my worst fear as it was re-directing water right back into the wall and down into my neighbor’s closet ceiling below me. I apologized to her and offered to fix any issues there, for what that is worth, but thankfully we caught it before there was any lasting damage. I’m certain if there were a problem we would be turning to the professionals on that one, also, rather than continuing the do-it-yourself domino effect to our own detriment.

Utah-BYU rivalry needs a story book ending like ‘Sterling Bridge’ (draft one)

Utah-BYU rivalry needs a story book ending like ‘Sterling Bridge’

By Chad Robert Parker

Sir Winston Churchill famously stated, “Those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it.” Does repeating history always have to be a bad thing? Can rivals as staunch as BYU and Utah ever actually learn to get along? Allow me to introduce to you a coach from Utah’s past, Sterling Harris, also known simply as “The Bridge Builder,” who proved you can get over differences and you can unite in a common goal of good sportsmanship, when and only when the players involved are allowed to play the game together.

In light of recent events with the cancellation of next year’s U of U vs. BYU basketball game, it is perfect timing for “Sterling Bridge,” a new historical fiction film novel released on November 10th, 2015, to take the stage. If there is enough interest for the story as a book it is anticipated it will be made into a movie. The script is already written. “Sterling Bridge” is set during the Great Depression in Tooele, Utah concerning a little known history where sports overcame tensions and brought together previously divided groups: Catholic miners and Mormon settlers. Does it remind you of “Remember the Titans?” It should. And yet, it has a specific Utah appeal as well: a certain “holy war” vibe to it. Could it be that this theme is universal? Overcoming differences is central to relationships. If we have gotten bad enough that we have to walk away from it then shame on everyone involved. The differences that divide humanity are not as great as the commonalities we sometimes refuse to allow to unite us, and yet here we are again letting vague but real divisive factors come to the forefront.

The record books in the state of Utah will forever hold a scar with an asterisk next to the Tooele High School football accomplishments of 1928, when Box Elder refused to play Tooele for the state title in football. Sure it was not as grand as college sports, but it was a title match. We can learn from it. Sterling Harris had painstakingly made efforts to include sons of emigrants into the school of the main town, to keep them qualified with good grades and with changing bad behaviors, allowing them to integrate and to play football among their peers. The benefits certainly exceeded the costs. Then Box Elder stood in the way. Only legislation could change it and that would not take effect for another year or so. Box Elder’s official excuse was a nebulous reference to the death of a player from disease earlier in the season, also citing injuries and sickness of other players: a constant backdrop for many schools in days when quarantines were common. Later the reason made more sense when there was talk of creating divisions where smaller schools would not have to play bigger schools in order to lay claim to championship honors. But Tooele wasn’t running from Box Elder. Despite their size they didn’t have reason to believe they would lose against Goliath. Quite the opposite, Goliath seems to have gotten ahold of the script and feared its possible fate. It would not be politically correct posturing, but given the divisions in race, religion, and culture that already existed you would be hard pressed to believe still today that this type of pride and prejudice—this belief of somehow being above playing the game—were not the real motivating factors (to be slain) behind cancelling the game.

How will the state of Utah look back at the University of Utah’s current decision? Given the past, I suspect it will not be viewed too favorably. Consider how there wouldn’t be any Titans to remember if players and coaches who harbored animosities remained segregated. Many from both schools already feel there is more biased sentiment to the story to consider. If anything suspicion and distrust have increased. The problems will not just go away if ignored. Interestingly, to Box Elder’s dismay Tooele did not go away in the years to come, either. They became more of a force to be reckoned with. The oppression only galvanized a community to prove itself more worthy and more formidable. Legislation allowed them to win the title outright in 1929. Perhaps Coach Krystkowiak is genuinely trying to make peace off the court, his playing days on the court aside. He has seen many basketball games and has surely learned to control his own temper. But protesting an entire program over isolated incidences of a few comes off high and mighty. It seems as though Utah’s Athletic Department is trying to make an example of BYU, forecasting doom rather than exhibiting sportsmanship and letting the NCAA deem rivalry games unsafe should they need to be banished. In short, if they are trying to vilify BYU’s Athletics, the attempt has backfired. No one who is being honest with themselves thinks that all the bad in the rivalry is BYU’s fault and all the good that ever comes of it is to Utah’s credit. Whether there is an asterisk on the schedule for 2016 is up to Utah. The ball is in their court. They can still win the day.

By and large the games have been epic. The series stands at 129-128 in favor of BYU. Each game has been a learning moment for new players, and there have been moments where players from either side were not mature enough to handle the spotlight of a seemingly threatening environment. But for the most part, as Coach Krystkowiak once put it, “it’s just playing basketball” (His affable reply after being asked about throwing an elbow during a basketball contest.). Most of the time games are filled with good basketball moments and most players end the day shaking the opponents’ hands having gained a new found mutual respect for intense tough competition. Next year could end that well, or, if history is any indication, cancelling the game under heated circumstances will grow the tension and add fuel to the fire, the legislature might have to get involved, and the missed game will essentially be viewed for years to come as an unnecessary loss for everyone.

Fact is sports are a microcosm of life. Sports can and should bring more joy than sorrow. It can and should be more entertainment and diversion from daily toils than it is stress and grief. Generally, it can be safely monitored by coaches and referees without blowing disputes out of proportion. It is a playing field that can and should allow players to play out what they practiced. Are we really all that different in our present lives than our ancestors of lives gone by? Do we always act well our part? Can we look past shortcomings, forgive, and forget? Do we even get in there and play the game at all or boycott the experience altogether? Or is the playful use of the term “holy war” as bad as the actual thing? It took actual war, after all, the last time the rivalry came to a halt, and in that case the state of Utah was on the same side toward the effort (some of whom won and lost many football and basketball games for or against Sterling Harris). The difference between whether a repeat of history will be good or bad is not whether or not history itself (of people’s choices before us), was good or bad, it is whether or not we learned from the past, good and bad, to now choose the better part and repeat desired outcomes with new players. To win the game you have to play the game and the real win is playing the game well whether you win or lose in the score column. The same goes for life. It’s open ended, so play on.

Let’s hope cooler heads prevail, BYU and Utah put their differences aside, unite on the court, and learn how to play nice sooner rather than later. Here’s hoping there is a happy ending to whatever disagreements exist between the two. In the meantime: How about a nice inspirational book?

Sterling Bridge was published by Bonneville Books, an imprint of Cedar Fort Publishing. It can be found at Amazon, Books&Things, and Barnes&Noble.

Editor’s note: This article was submitted to the Deseret News on January 11th. A shorter revised version was accepted for publication.

“Never Say Never” By Chad Robert Parker

I visited the Philippines 5 times in 3 years. Since most of my vacation time is around Christmas I missed out on having a white Christmas for those three years. Being single I didn’t really mind spending the actual Christmas Day in the airport. Besides spending time on tropical beaches is quality time off.

Truth be known I had a few different girlfriends from the Philippines through that time and I made a point of visiting whenever I could. After the relationship ended in 2013 I didn’t think I would be back. After the friendship never got off the ground in 2014 and then cancelling a three month stay for which I had already bought airplane tickets with the intent of investing more time person to person, I really thought I would not be back.

In 2014 you could say I had an unwritten New Year’s Resolution to not go back to the Philippines. They say you should write a goal down if you expect to keep it. Well, you guessed it…At the end of 2014 I was back in the Philippines spending time at Christmas getting to know my future wife’s family.

In 2015, however, I enjoyed a white Christmas with my lovely wife by my side. She has experienced a lot of firsts in America, which I enjoy experiencing with her. She has made all of the difficult experiences of my past, on the path to finding her, completely worth the challenge of any failed (or successful) resolution. We have loved facing challenges together, rather than facing Christmas apart.

“Missing Stockings” By Chad Robert Parker

The first Christmas story alludes to the birth of the Savior Jesus Christ. Many of the Christmas traditions we celebrate today by recognizing Christmas on December 25th, however, have more origins going back to the Christmas story where Santa Claus began. It started with a man sneaking treats into kids socks hung over the warmth of the fireplace, if I’m not mistaken. Celebrating Christmas as a newlywed with my wife from the Philippines means we are learning each others’ traditions. I wanted to be sure Christmas Stockings were a part of that tradition.

I staked out a few stores and found the Stockings to fill with nuts, candies, popcorn, and the like, along with oranges, pomegranate (which she has never tried), and a filipina twist, mango. But I ran into one problem. My last minute Christmas shopping was not going to work this year.

We have been rather busy and always together. I found my one perfect opportunity to go to the store yesterday when I had a day off from work and after I dropped her off at her job. To my surprise the stores I had scouted out before, however, had already pulled the stockings from their offerings. So for Christmas Eve I will be creating makeshift stockings to put all of our goodies into. Merry Christmas!

Update: Christmas Eve on the 4th attempt I happened by a store with the perfect $1 stockings to go along with our humble Christmas Day. Stockings will be hung after all (fireplace not included). Merry Christmas!

“Tasting Before Wasting Pizza” By Chad Robert Parker

Every week I came up with an activity when I mentored two thirteen year old boys who were living in foster care. It was a nice break for them and it was a fun way to serve for me. I blindfolded each boy with a tie. They grinned with anticipation. Both were sure they could tell the better tasting between a Dominoes $7.99 pizza and a $5 Hot and Ready Little Caesar’s pizza. It made me laugh when they acted like it would be embarrassing to choose the cheaper of the two. Honestly, either one is about the same to me.

We were in a hurry to eat because we were hungry or I would have staged it better. I placed a couple slices in front of each boy. They could tell by the crust which was which. That made me laugh, too, because neither likes crust and they don’t eat it anyway. I had plenty of pizza since those guys raced each other for the slices of the pricey pizza, but didn’t want more of the other. I told them they would like it just fine if it were the only option.

It all reminded me of taking them to the dollar theater to watch Disney’s Monster’s and Aliens and then to an all-you-can-eat pizza place. One of the boys saw a sign explaining a $1 extra charge for uneaten crusts. I teased him that I was going to make him foot that bill if his plate wasn’t clean. When I stepped away to get more food his crusts disappeared, rolled up in napkins, stuffed in his pockets and down his pants, and he excused himself to the bathroom where he discarded his smuggled crusts into the garbage can. It was quite funny, but you could say that thirteen year old boys just don’t always have good taste. I left the establishment a dollar in the tip jar and we went on our way.

“Nap Time” By Gaylene Call

I attended Kindergarten in the 60’s and had afternoon Kindergarten. In the 60’s we had our little braided rugs that we would get out, after they were rolled up and stored away and take naps. I hated naps and to this day I still hate taking naps. A lot of people love Sunday afternoons and look forward to the most anticipated nap. Not me!

I remember being 3-4 years old and hating naps. So to get out of having to take a nap I would drink my milk and graham really slow. This was done before nap time. The longer it took me to eat the graham crackers and drink the milk the less time I had to lay down and pretend to sleep.

This memory is so vivid to me even 50 years later because I hate naps. This was the most vivid memory of kindergarten to me. A lot has changed with how kindergarten is today and how it was in the 60’s.