Nothing
Up My Sleeve
Jon
Gallagher
Happy
Anniversary to Us
The
Beatles once sang, “It was 20 years ago today, Sgt Pepper taught his band to
play….”
When
that song first came out, I had no concept of what 20 years was. After all, I was only eight years old.
Now,
I have a very good concept of 20 years.
It’s hard to believe that it’s been that long since I picked up my first
edition of the Zephyr for free and saw that they were looking for writers.
Way
back then, I was working for Gates Rubber Company. I called the Zephyr office and told them I was interested in
writing. Todd Moore took my call
and explained that they’d be happy to look at what I had, but I should be aware
that they didn’t pay anything. In
that respect, not much has changed in the past twenty years.
The
memory from there is a little foggy.
I think I may have taken in some stories, typed out on an electric
typewriter, and Todd had looked them over. He asked if I had any experience with a Macintosh and I told
him that I thought I’d eaten a few in my life. Even then I was a smartass. Or maybe a dumbass since I didn’t know he was talking about
a computer.
He
introduced me to the Mac in the upstairs office of the Zephyr and told me they
were looking for something from writers on Rail Road Days, which would be
taking place the weekend following their second issue. I went back out to the parking lot,
thought for a few minutes, then returned to the Zephyr offices. I told him that I had something and if
I could use their computer, I’d type it up. Twenty minutes later the story was finished and within a
week, I had by very first byline for the Zephyr, a front page story on how I
thought the collective geniuses who came up with the idea must have stumbled
upon it.
From
there for the next year, I think I had a column in almost every issue. Norm and Todd allowed me to write
whatever I wanted, even if it made me look really, really dumb. When the guys I worked with at the
factory found out I was writing for the paper, they’d bring in copies on
Thursday nights and sit there hooting and hollering about whatever I’d
written.
Over
the years, I’d stop writing for a while, then start again. I got laid off from Gates, went back to
school, graduated from Knox College (even though there are times they don’t
claim me), and eventually moved away from the immediate Galesburg area. A few months ago, Norm started sending
the paper to me again after I contacted him asking about some of my old columns
(I wanted to include a few of them on my website www.jongallagher.net). The bug bit me hard and here I am
again, working for the same pay as when I started.
I
got to thinking about the past twenty years and all that’s happened. I got to thinking about words and
phrases that are commonplace today that didn’t exist back when the Zephyr
began.
The
internet wasn’t around back then, at least on a scale that it is today. Periods were called periods, not dots,
and a dot com was probably an acronym for something in the Department of
Transportation. If you’d walked up
to someone on the street and asked them about the size of their hard drive,
they’d have probably either called the cops or whacked you on your hard drive. Modem was most likely a long forgotten
Latin word that probably had legal connotations (maybe the past tense of modus opperendi?).
Heck, back then, I could still rent movies to watch on my Betamax.
Who
knew that 35mm cameras would be obsolete?
Who knew that to communicate, we’d be sending text messages back and
forth rather than using a phone for a real voice conversation? Who knew that Al Gore was going to
invent the internet. Who knew Al
Gore?
This
all got me to thinking about a column that I wrote but never sent to Norm
because I’d have been laughed out of the Burg. So, here is that column, from all the way back in 1989.
Bodyslams Column for June 31, 1989
I’m
putting on my prognosticator cap here and will make some bold predictions for
the next quarter century.
Mark my words, you may laugh now, but when any of the following things
come true, then I’ll be the one with the smile on my face…
A
scandal will rock the White House!
No, President Nixon isn’t going to make a comeback. Instead, a young intern (female) will
perform sexual favors for a sitting president (okay, maybe a standing one).
George
Bush to spend twelve years in the White House. Go ahead… laugh.
I know as well as you that there is an eight year limit on how long a
guy can be President of the United States. Still, I see Venus lining up with Pluto and Mickey and
somehow, someway, George Bush will be the President’s name for 12 of the next
20 or so years. Then again, maybe
it’s Goofy that I’m seeing lined up here….
Two
movie stars will follow in Ronald Reagan’s footsteps to put themselves into the
Governor’s Mansion of two separate states. In fact, I see these two stars coming from the same movie! Call me a wacko, but I see former
pro-wrestler turned actor Jesse the Body Ventura and Arnold Schwarzenegger, two
of the stars of last year’s movie Predator,
being elected to the highest office in their states. Then again, after seeing the movie, maybe that’s not such a
bold prediction.
Speaking
of entertainment, a TV show set to debut this December will still be on the air
well after the turn of the century.
To top that, it will be an animated TV show! I predict that the name of the show will be The Simpsons. I further predict that you’ll be able to watch current
episodes of Wheel of Fortune with Pat Sajak and Vanna White 20 years in the future.
Within
the next 20 years, computers will be commonplace in almost every home. Their size will shrink and you’ll actually
be able to carry said computer under your arm like a notebook and you’ll be able to use it on your laptop. I don’t have a
clue what they’ll be called, but I’ll continue to seek guidance from the stars.
Oh
what the heck. Let me really go
out on the limb here. I predict
that we’ll elect our first Black president sometime in the next 20 years as
well. He’ll defeat some old
geezer (no, not Reagan) and a woman (no, not Geraldine Ferraro) in the
election.
Satellite
dishes for TV reception and portable mobile phones will be commonplace. The dishes will be smaller than the 7
foot diameter models we see dotting the landscape today, and the phones will
resemble personal communicators from Star Trek.
George
Lucas will finally finish the trilogy of prequels to Star Wars. Sylvester Stallone will make nine more
Rocky movies (okay, maybe it will only seem like nine) where he defends his
Retirement Village Title against either George Foreman or Ronald Reagan.
There
will be another gas shortage which will rival the shortage of just 15 years ago
in 1974. After gas hits $5.00 per
gallon, there will be plenty of gas.
Prices should level off around a couple bucks per gallon. Amazingly, gasoline will still be
cheaper than bottled water.
The
Chicago Cubs will continue to break their fans’ hearts and will not appear in a
World Series within the next 20 years.
Then again, neither will my Dodgers. In fact, I’d bet that the White Sox make it to the Fall
Classic before the Cubs do. I
don’t care if they put franchises in Denver and Tampa Bay sometime…. They’ll
even make it to the World Series before the Cubs!
And
just so I’ll get at least one of these predictions correct, I predict that
either the Governor or a former Governor of Illinois will be brought up on
corruption charges of some sort.
Thank
you, Norm Winick, for keeping us all on our toes for the past 20 years. Thanks for entertaining us, thanks for
keeping the politicians honest, and thanks for putting up with some of us for
the better part of our adult lives.
(By
the way, my predictions for the next twenty years are enclosed in the sealed
envelope for publication in 2029)
Congratulations,
Norm. Thanks for everything you’ve
done!