Daily Update: Wednesday, June 8th, 2016


Today is the Optional Memorial of Saint Médard, Bishop (died c. 545).

Today’s Saint was born about 457 in Salency, Oise, in Picardy; his father was of Frankish origin, while his mother was Gallo-Roman. While still a youth Médard gave one of his father’s finest horses to a peasant who had lost his. Immediately afterward, rain started to downpour, and while everyone else was drenched, an eagle spread its wings over Médard, and he remained dry. In 490 he was chosen as the new Bishop of Vermand due to his exemplary piety and his knowledge, considerable for that time. Despite his objections, he found himself obliged to accept the heavy responsibilities of the position, to which he devoted himself zealously. He is held to have removed the see from Vermand, a little city with no defenses, to Noyon, the strongest place in that region, in 531, and was a councilor to Clotaire, the Merovingian king at Soissons. In the north of France (and later, in Cajun Louisiana), the saying was, ”Should Saint Médard’s day be wet, it will rain for forty yet. But, if it is sunny and dry on Saint Médard’s day, so will the next 40 days be dry.” The old Cajuns (who refer to this day as “samida”) hold that if it rains on this day, it will rain at least once a day for the next 40 days. So I will note if it rained on this day, and see if the saying holds true. Saint Médard is the Patron Saint invoked for (or against) the weather, and his aid is invoked against toothaches.

I woke up at 8:45 am after having dreams that disturbed me (I was about to get on a spaceship for a trip to a planet that would last sixteen years, and could not find a newspaper before doing so), and found that my whatever-it-is on my left leg looked worse. I started the Weekly Virus Scan, and after Richard said my whatever-it-is on my left leg looked like a spider bite (he smelled it to see if it smelled bad, which it didn’t) I took a hot bath to soften up the scab tissue before dosing it with some antibiotic cream and putting a band-aid over it. I then read the morning paper, then finished the Weekly Computer Maintenance and started the Weekly Virus Scan. I then did my Book Devotional Reading and my Internet Devotional Reading. Richard then took a nap, and I joined him for a few hours.

When I woke up the Weekly Virus Scan was finished. I finished reading Lobscouse and Spotted Dog: Which It’s a Gastronomic Companion to the Aubrey Maturin Novels by Anne Chotzinoff Grossman and Lisa Grossman Thomas, and did my Book Review for this weblog and for my Goodreads and Facebook accounts. At 4:30 pm we watched Jeopardy!, then I started reading The Final Unfinished Voyage of Jack Aubrey by Patrick O’Brian. Our daughter-in-law Callie sent us text messages of their trip to Washington D.C. with the baby; the baby looks great, and my son is definitely losing his hair to male pattern baldness. (He turns 30 this year, and I’ve told him for years to enjoy his hair; baldness comes from the mother’s family, and my Dad was quite bald from a relatively early age.) Richard went to McDonald’s and brought back burgers and fries for me. And when I finish this Daily Update, I will doctor my whatever-it-is on my leg with antibiotic cream, put a fresh band-aid on it, and turn in early. (And it did not rain at all today.)

Tomorrow is the Optional Memorial of Saint Ephrem, Deacon and Doctor (died 373), and the birthday of Richard’s nephew Steve (the older son of Richard’s sister Susan in Iowa). I will be doing my laundry, going to the store to get my salad supplies, and making my lunch salads. After Jeopardy! my daughter Michelle will come by, and she and I will go eat dinner at Fezzo’s in Crowley.

Our Parting Quote on this Wednesday evening comes to us from Frank Cappuccino, American boxing referee. Born as Frank Capcino in 1929 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, he grew up in the Kensington neighborhood, and he and his brother were accomplished boxers. Fighting as a lightweight (130 lb. class), Cappuccino fought more than 130 amateur bouts in the early 1950s. He participated in the Pennsylvania state championships and was a finalist in both the Diamond Belt and Golden Glove Tournaments. Leaving the amateur ranks in 1955, Cappuccino turned professional under the management of George Katz. Though undefeated in six professional matches, he retired early. Cappuccino received his referee’s license in 1958. Over the past half-century he was the third man in the ring for over 25,000 bouts, including an estimated 10,000 professional matches. He officiated 94 world championship bouts in North America, Europe and Asia. Boxing experts tended to praise Frank Cappuccino’s work in the squared circle. He typically allowed a boxer in trouble to try to fight his way out of it, rather than calling an abrupt (and unpopular) technical knockout (TKO). There was never a recorded incident of a serious injury in a match Cappuccino presided over. Memorable fights that he refereed included the Mike Tyson fight with Michael Spinks, for Tyson’s Undisputed WBC, WBA, and IBF Heavyweight Title on June 27th, 1988 in Atlantic City, New Jersey (Tyson knocked Spinks out in 91 seconds, and Cappuccino was featured in Sports Illustrated; he considered the fight to be the greatest moment of his referee career); the Lennox Lewis fight with Shannon Briggs for Lewis’ WBC Heavyweight Title on March 28th, 1998 in Atlantic City, New Jersey; and the Mickey Ward fight with Arturo Gatti on May 19th, 2002 in Uncasville, Connecticut, considered by many boxing purists as “The Fight of the Century”. He portrayed a referee in 1990’s Rocky V. Outside the ring, Cappuccino was a supervisor for the Keebler Company. He also served as a sanitation control inspector for the School District of Philadelphia. He was enshrined in both the Pennsylvania and New Jersey Boxing Hall of Fame (died 2015): “I remember thinking here I am, a guy from Kensington, and I’m in the ring, looking out in the crowd, and I see people like Charlie Sheen and Jack Nicholson and Martin Sheen. It was really something special. And people like Oprah Winfrey and Frank Sinatra missed the [Tyson – Spinks] fight because it only lasted ninety-one seconds.”

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