Today is the Feast of Saint Luke, Evangelist (died c.74). And today is the anniversary of when I first started working at the casino (1999).
Born in Antioch to pagan Greek parents (and thus the only Gentile evangelist), Luke was a physician, studying in Antioch and Tarsus, and probably traveled as a ship’s doctor. Becoming a Christian, he met Saint Paul the Apostle at Troas, and evangelized Greece and Rome with him, being there for the shipwreck and other perils of the voyage to Rome, and stayed in Rome for Paul’s two years of in prison. He wrote the Gospel According to Luke, much of which was based on the teachings and writings of Paul, interviews with early Christians, and his own experiences, and wrote a history of the early Church in the Acts of the Apostles. Legend holds that he was also painter; he is represented in Christian Art with an easel and painting materials. Beside him is usually an ox, symbolical of sacrifice; in other words, that in St. Luke’s Gospel we have the fullest description of the Sacrifice of Christ. He is the Patron Saint of artists, physicians, surgeons, students, and butchers. And it was on this date in 1999 that I started working at the casino as a part-time dealer on the Swing Shift. (I hated Swing, because I would wake up in the morning, and like a little black cloud on the horizon, I knew that I would have to go to work at 7:00 pm. After a year I got switched to Day Shift, which I liked much better.) I have worked at the casino longer than I worked my first real job out of college, which was as an accountant for Blue Cross of Louisiana. I tell my guests at the casino that I got burned out on accounting; I hated having to tell people I had to take their money. (Rimshot!)
Last night I started reading One of Our Thursdays is Missing by Jasper Fforde.
I woke up half an hour early, and did my Book Devotional Reading. On our way to work I did my Internet Devotional Reading, and when we got to the casino we signed the Early Out List. When we clocked in, Richard was on Three Card Blackjack, and I was on Mini Baccarat. We got out with no time and headed home, and I went back to bed.
At 10:30 am I got out of bed, and while I was reading the morning paper the loan officer at the bank called Richard to let us know that our vacation loan had been approved, and Richard told her we would be there in an hour. I tried on my hikers to make sure that they still fit; they do, but I needed some hiking socks. We left the house in separate vehicles at 11:30 am and went to the bank, where we signed all the papers and got our vacation loan. Richard headed to Wal-Mart while I headed to Lafayette; along the way Richard called to say that he found some boots at Wal-Mart. I stopped at the Wal-Mart on Ambassador Caffrey to get household items and hiking socks, then ate a late lunch at Piccadilly Cafeteria, where I started reading Murder in the Bayou:Who Killed the Women Known as the Jeff Davis 8? by Ethan Brown. I then went to Barnes and Noble, put in some comfy chair time, and purchased Go Set a Watchman by Harper Lee. I then attended the Third Tuesday Book Club meeting in the coffee shop at 7:00 pm to discuss A Head Full of Ghosts by Paul Tremblay; we had a good discussion, and two people showed up interested in joining up with us. We also settled on the eleven books that we will read in 2017 (more anon). After our meeting I went to the Lafayette Public Library – Southside Branch and returned A Head Full of Ghosts by Paul Tremblay and First Among Sequels by Jasper Fforde. When I arrived home, just before 10:00 pm., Richard told me that Michelle will come by tomorrow afternoon, and that Derek called to say he will come for Bobby Brown on Friday or Saturday. Also, in their away Preseason NBA game, our New Orleans Pelicans lost to the Atlanta Hawks by the score of 89 to 96. Our Pelicans will play another Preseason NBA game with the Orlando Magic on October 20th. And I will finish this Daily Update and get ready for bed.
Tomorrow is the Memorial of Saint Isaac Jogues (died 1646) and Saint John de Brébeuf (died 1649), Priests and Martyrs, and Companions, Martyrs. (It is also the Memorial of Saint John of the Cross, Priest (died 1775) for the Universal Church, but because tomorrow is the feast of the North American Martyrs, Saint John of the Cross’s Memorial in the United States is celebrated on October 20th). And tomorrow is the birthday of Rachel, the oldest daughter of Richard’s sister Nita in Georgia (1986). I will do the Weekly Computer Maintenance and my laundry. I will also download the latest Masterbase from my National Park Traveler’s Club site, and see if I need to do any work on it. I will also work up when we will read what books in our Third Tuesday Book Club in 2017, and send an Email out to the membership, and I will get on Amazon and order a Miskatonic University T-shirt. And Michelle will come over after Jeopardy!
Our Parting Quote on this Tuesday evening comes to us from Bum Phillips, American football coach. Born as Oail Andrew Phillips in 1923 in Orange, Texas, he played football at Lamar University in Beaumont, Texas but enlisted in the United States Marine Corps shortly after the attack on Pearl Harbor, becoming one of the elite Marine Raiders. After he returned from the war Phillips completed the remaining year on his degree at Lamar, and enrolled at Stephen F. Austin State University in Nacogdoches, Texas, lettering in football in 1948 and 1949 and graduating with a degree in education in 1949. During the 1950s and 1960s, Phillips coached high school football in various Texas cities, including Nederland, Jacksonville, Amarillo High School, and Port Neches–Groves (1963-1964). His college coaching stints included serving as an assistant coach at Texas A&M University (for Bear Bryant), the University of Houston (for Bill Yeoman), Southern Methodist University (for Hayden Fry), and Oklahoma State University with Jim Stanley. He was the head coach at the University of Texas at El Paso for one season in 1962. In the late 1960s, Phillips was hired by Sid Gillman to serve as a defensive assistant coach for the San Diego Chargers. In 1973 Gillman became head coach of the Houston Oilers, and he brought Phillips with him as his defensive coordinator. In 1975 Phillips was named head coach and general manager of the Oilers, and he served in that capacity through 1980. As coach of the Oilers, he became the winningest coach in franchise history (59-38 record). He was known for his trademark cowboy hat on the sidelines, except when the Oilers played in the Astrodome or other domed stadiums. He stated that his mother taught him not to wear a hat indoors. Under Phillips, the Oilers reached the AFC Championship Game in two consecutive seasons, losing to the Super Bowl champion Steelers 34-5 in 1978 and 27-13 in 1979. Both teams were members of the competitive AFC Central Division and thus played three times in both 1978 and 1979, fueling an intense rivalry. During this period of league-wide AFC dominance, some commentators considered Houston and Pittsburgh to be the two best teams in the NFL. From 1981 through the first 12 games of the 1985 season he was the head coach of the New Orleans Saints, and as in his coaching tenure with the Oilers, Phillips took off his trademark Stetson inside the Louisiana Superdome. In 1983, his Saints almost had the first winning season and playoff berth in franchise history. The Rams beat the Saints for the final playoff spot in week 16, 26-24 on Mike Lansford’s 42-yard field goal with 00:02 to play. Phillips resigned as Saints coach on November 25th, 1985, one day after a 30-24 victory over the Minnesota Vikings. Phillips later worked as a football color analyst for television and radio. He subsequently retired to his horse ranch in Goliad, Texas. Phillips endorsed his own brand of sausages and also served as the spokesman for Spectrum Scoreboards. Bum was also a spokesman for Texas State Optical (TSO), a regional chain of prescription eyewear retailers, during part of the ’90s. He was also a spokesman for Hearing Aid Express, a Texas-based hearing aid company, from 2001 until his death, as well as a spokesman for Blue Ribbon Sausage beginning in 1986. In 2010 he published his memoirs, Bum Phillips: Coach, Cowboy, Christian (died 2013): “There’s two kinds of coaches, them that’s fired and them that’s gonna be fired.”