Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Ruth

Grandpa Dahlenburg shared with me this story the summer of 2006. It’s a typical “Dahlenburg” story on so many exciting levels, and also hints at the nature of the relationship of Charles and Ruth Dahlenburg.

“Did you hear about our kangaroo?” begins Charles Dahlenburg.

“I was sitting on the porch a few weeks ago, when I looked out the window and saw something moving around outside in the yard. When I got a better look at it, do you know what I saw? A kangaroo! There, outside in our yard! It was standing there at the edge of the woods, looking around.

“Of course I called for Ruth (“Ruth!”) to come see it before the animal ran away. But by the time she got to the porch, the kangaroo had disappeared into the woods.”

Grandpa then describes to Ruth what he thinks he saw: An animal, about the size of a dog, sitting upright, with tiny front legs, a long stiff tail, and a head like a mouse, only without whiskers.

“What size was this thing?” Grandma Dahlenburg asks, not really believing his story but pressing him for details. To see if the story holds up to cross-examination.

“Well, the size of a small dog,” Grandpa answers. “Like a terrier, or even a puppy.”

“Oh Charles,” she says. “That wouldn’t be a kangaroo; that sounds more like a wallaby. A wallaby is like a kangaroo, only smaller. And besides, there aren’t any around here. It was probably a badger or something.”

“No Ruth, not a badger: a kangaroo!”

“Wallaby!” Ruth said, proud to correct Charles about miniscule details, as always.

A few days went by, and Grandpa again found himself sitting on the porch, alone. When all of the sudden, that same animal appeared.

“Ruth! Come here quick! It’s the kangaroo.”

“I’m coming,” said Ruth, racing to the porch. “But quit calling it a kangaroo. You mean wallaby! Not that you see one, anyway.”

Sure enough, by the time Ruth got to the porch, the animal had vanished.

“Kangaroo,” reports Charles.

“Wallaby,” retorts Ruth, though she didn’t see whatever-it-was, anyway.

This goes on for another week or so, with Grandpa Dahlenburg being the only person to see it:

“Ruth! The kangaroo!” Grandpa would proclaim.

And Grandma Ruth would always being in the basement, or otherwise preoccupied, so she was conveniently never around to see whatever-it-was that Grandpa was seeing.

“No kangaroo; wallaby!” she would snap, as it was her own way of telling Grandpa she thought he was making the whole thing up, anyway.

Charles would tell the tale of the lawn kanagroo with others, but Ruth always would interrupt him mid-story to correct her husband:

Charles: “And as I was saying, Margot, this kangaroo . . . ”

Ruth from the next room: “Wallaby!”

Charles: "Katie, I want to tell you about a kangaroo . . ."

Ruth: "WALLABY! . . ."

On it went. Grandpa was determined to have someone else see the animal, besides himself. And if nobody could see it, he would at least talk about it.

Finally, one day, the animal appeared before Charles again, and of course Ruth wasn’t around to see it. So instead, Charles this time got on the telephone to a neighbor:

“Yes, this is Charles Dahlenburg next door. A kangaroo in my front yard! Look out your window! Do you see it? Kangaroo! Kangaroo!”

“My God, Charles,” the neighbor said slowly. “That’s not a kangaroo . . . it's a WALLABY!”


Epilogue: It was, in fact, a wallaby that Grandpa Dahlenburg saw, after all. Apparently, it is well known that owners of exotic animals in Northern Kentucky often use Devou Park as the place to abandon their pets once the animal has grown too cumbersome to care for. Rather than face state and federal criminal action for owning an exotic species, these owners ditch their pets in the woods near the park. On this occasion, it was later determined that an owner had done such a thing with a wallaby; the one that grandpa saw. The wallaby was later recovered by authorities, and now lives on only in this story.

Summer

Entering high summer now 2008. Random thoughts:

+ I am now Managing Director of my company. Baptism by fire, really, with the unorthodox challenges I've had to face in the first three weeks in my new position (I'll spare you the details).

+ Fiona and Jack are out for the summer. A nanny/sitter named Laura (college girl) is watching them at our house over the summer. Costly, but cheaper than many of the alternatives. Can't wait for school to be back in session! Fiona is taking swimming lessons and ballet lessons, doing good in both (especially swimming; she's a natural swimmer!) Jack is well, Jack. Everything a 3-and-a-half year old should be. We really haven't pushed it nor steered it, but it appears that he might be left handed, and for a 3-year-old he has a very hard throwing arm. Future LH baseball pitcher? Outfielder? Lord knows that with our genes, he won't have the build of a football player. We'll get him set up for T-ball and see what happens.

+ God bless Sarah. Going to the gym every single morning early before the kids get up. She's in shape and quite a hottie; I'm not.

+ House projects still yet to be done: Downspout, more fencing, probably some painting needed, shelving in the LR, and the list goes on and on . . .

+ The Reds are terrible. Again. I still have many of my season voucher tickets left, will likely use a few in the next week or so with Sarah's parents in town.

Reds Out of the Gate, part II

Jinx!
No sooner did I make the post above than the season turned south in a hurry. It's really, really bad folks (as of May 5 now). Krivsky's been fired, new GM Jocketty won't turn the boat around this soon, and the team is more or less apathetic about winning, it seems. NEW grades for each category as of May 15:

Overall season so far: F+

Offense: C+ (Dunn, Griffey: D)

Defense: C (Dunn: F; Griffey: D)

Starting Pitching: D+ (Arroyo: F; Fogg: D; Harang: A; Volquez: A; Cueto: B; Beleisle: C)

Releif pitching: B+ Still a remarkable improvement over last year.

Clutch hitting: F (This is what is killing the Reds this year: No hitting with RISP (runners in scoring position)

Fundamentals: C

Dunn by himself: F-

Selected individual players: Harang (A+); Arroyo (F); Fogg (D); Cueto (B); Volquez (A); Cordero (A+); Lincoln (B); Bako (A); Valentin (incomplete); Votto (B); Hatteburg (B); Phillips (A); EE (D-); Keppinger (A); Dunn (F-); Griffey Jr (C-).

Baker: C. This is the future manager of the Reds? Doesn't seem to have made an impact at all.

Reds out of the gate

Some good, some bad some ugly with the Reds season so far (as of April 14). I've been to a game already and have followed the stats pretty thoroughly. Grading each category:
Offense: C+
Defense: C
Starting Pitching: B+ (Arroyo has been surprisingly dissapointing, Cueto and Volquez are nice surprises. Harang is still the ace).
Releif pitching: B+ A remarkable improvement over last year.
Clutch hitting: C-
Fundamentals: C+
Selected individual players: Harang (A+); Arroyo (C); Fogg (C); Cueto (A); Volquez (A-); Cordero (A+); Lincoln (B); Bako (A); Valentin (incomplete); Votto (B); Hatteburg (B); Phillips (A); EE (D-); Keppinger (A); Dunn (D-); Griffey Jr (B).

March 2008 Update

Whew! Has it really been two months since I posted? Gotta fix that.

Lot has happened in two months, let me see here:

+ I've been promoted to Managing Director of my company
+ I just returned from San Francisco for an industry conference
+ Sarah is kicking butt in her job, too
+ My daughter had tubes put in her ears (should help keep down infections, etc)
+ My son got glasses (farsighted). Seems he obtained the same bad eyesight as either my sister or Sarah's brother.

Too much else. But here's a fun sight a friend recently keyed me in on: If you're in to statistics and baseball, you'll love it.
http://www.flotsam-media.com/2007/12/flotsam-data-special-tangiblizing.html

Reds Season Tickets

I did it.

After years of talking about it and never doing it, well this time I actually did it.

I bought Reds season tickets for 2008!

I actually purchased the 'FlexPlan' ticket package vouchers for red reserve seats (infield box). 20 vouchers in all. Meaning I that I can take myself and 19 of my best friends to any single game and I'm done for the year, or I can go to 20 seperate games by myself, or break them up in any combination I want (use up 4 of the vouchers and take the whole family to one game, use one voucher just for myself the next, etc). It's actually a great plan for me, as I never know which games I'll be wanting to go to nor how many people I'm going to to with at the time. But no matter when I go, I'll have among the best seats in the house! One of the downsides is that I'll never know game-to-game exactly which seats I will get specifically, but I am guaranteed that they will always be infield box seats, basically lower level either along third base or along first base. Awesome seats in either case!

Obviously I'm pretty excited about this year. Here's to games into October!

The Post

Farewell to the Cincinnati Post, the city's afternoon newspaper which today prints its final edition.

My grandfather, Eddie Halloran, worked his entire career for the paper, starting as a streetcorner newspaper boy for the Times-Star (he often stood at Plum and Fifth, I believe, back in the days when there literally were boys running around saying 'extra extra!'). The paper was later purchased by the Post, and Grandpa Eddie became the legendary assistant city editor of the Post, where he remained for many, many years before retiring in 1977. He died in 1987.

From what I understand, Eddie was the heart and soul of the city desk, and he was as brutal on rookie reporters, constantly forcing them to defend their reports and clean up their writing.

I'm sure some of that made me whom I am today, too, if maybe only indirectly.

Although sad, I suppose the Post's demise was inevitable in this era of the Internet, instant messaging, cable TV, etc.

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