Who, What, When, Where & Wiandt

Andy Rooney by Jack Davis

I ran across this caricature of Andy Rooney by Jack Davis while sifting through a box of stuff trying to find something (I never found). It’s ironic that this is from a column Rooney wrote on his collecting, what is now commonly called hoarding. It was reprinted in Family Circle magazine, April 19, 1983, issue. It may also Be considered ironic, or at least coincidental, that I found this piece of Andy Rooney memorabilia shortly after his last regular appearance on 60 Minutes, which was last Sunday, Oct. 2.

The column is from his book “And More by Andy Rooney” published in 1982, accoding to the fine print near the bottom of the page.

“Today is a turning point in my life,” Rooney begins.

“From this day forward, I am not adding one single thing to my collection of possessions. If I bring something new in the front door, I’m going to throw something out the back door.” Whenever I am considering a purchase, my wife asks, “What are you going to get rid of to make room for it.”

“The simple fact of the matter is that everything’s full,” Rooney says. “My desk drawers are full, and the top of my desk is heaped high with papers.

“My two-car garage long ago passed the point where I could get one car, let along two, into it. Now I can’t even open the garage door from the driveway side and walk through it to the door leading to the kitchen. I have to go around.” Debbie wouldn’t let things go that far. Maybe one car would get crowded out, and mine would have to left outside at all times, but never two. As it stands now, and will remain, I believe, we have plenty of room in our garage for both cars.

“When the oil-burner man came to give the furnace its annual physical, he said I couldn’t have all that stuff piled so close to it. That’s easy for an oil-burner man to say, but where would he put it? Where would he put the outdoor chair with the broken leg that’s too good to throw away and which I’ll probably fix someday? There’s no space left anywhere in the cellar except too close to the furnace.” That’s not good. I wouldn’t do that, pile stuff by the furnace. I’ve seen “Hoarders” on television a couple of times. I never could get through an entire episode. In one, the man had a large collection of books and comicbooks. I thought, “Cool! I want to see what he has!” This guy had books and papers piled against the stove and on it, too, and he was turning it on for heat. Crazy! I had to turn it off when they showed his family crying and saying they had moved out out because their husband/father was so far gone.

“The attic isnt any better,” Rooney continues. ” The attic is high enough only in the middle, under the peak of the roof, for me to stand up straight [see illustration], but I’ve hoisted boxes of old letters, books and suitcases filled with papers into it and shoved them over to the side where I have to get down on my hands and knewws to shove them under the eaves.

“The four kids have all left home, but they didn’t leave home with much of their stuff. In closets everywhere there is evidence of the 18 or 20 years they spent in the house. Parents entertain some foolish notion that they’re loved and wanted just because children leave their clothes behind when they strike out on their own. The kids, for their part, are about as sentimental about their closet at home as they’d be about a locker in a bus station. I love them, but when they come home for Thanksgiving and Christmas, I’m going to sneak out to their cars at night while they’re sleeping and fill the trunks with old sneaks, small clothes and school papers of theirs that they’ve been storing at home. I’m going to stuff the cute, misshapen clay ashtrays they made in Miss Evans’s pottery class into the crevices beneath the front seats of their cars. I’m going to make Ellen take those 37 books in Russian she brought home from college.” This is funny. My three siblings and I left a lot of stuff behind when we moved out. My mom and dad brought boxes of my junk to my house about 20 years after I moved out the first time. She didn’t trust me to come back and get it!

“In the kitchen, the drawers are piled so high with knives, forks and kitchen gadgets for cutting carrots into interesting shapes that something often sticks up too high and prevents a drawer from opening.

“My life runneth over and I’m going to do something about it. Beginning today, I solemnly swear on a stack of old Garry Moore scripts that I will not bring one single item into the house or office without casting out some equivalent spacetaker. If I buy a new tool, I’m going to throw out an old one. If I buy a new shirt, I’m going to throw out an old shirt.” I didn’t know he wrote for Garry Moore. Those scripts might be worth some money today.

“I am no longer going to save the brown bags the groceries come in. I have a lifetime supply of old brown bags. I am going to cast out coffee cans, rubber bands, matchbooks, broken toasters, old snow tires and perhaps, my stack of old Life magazines.

“I’m cleaning out my life, beginning today … tomorrow the very latest.”

That’s the entire column. Pretty good. I think most of us can identify with at least some of what Rooney said. It’s hard to throw things out, especially when when we think there might be some usefulness still left in it, or a new use for it down the road.

My parents during simpler times. Dec. 26, 1964. “For richer and for poorer. In sickness and in health.” Alzheimer’s wasn’t around then, and “getting senile” was far from their minds as Dave and Rita prepared to spend the rest of their lives together. Mom had no idea what she would face 45 years. She’s doing the best she can, but times aren’t so simple anymore. Dad has trouble remembering he’s retired and doesn’t have to go to work. The kids are grown up and moved away. HIs parents have passed away, as have many other relatives, friends and movie stars like John Wayne.

Dad’s still in good spirits most of the time. He smiles and greets everyone he meets. People he’s known for years are new friends now. He waves to all he sees from the passenger seat. He’s not driving anymore. Thinking has become hard work. Dad sleeps a lot — during the day. He gets up a lot at night — thinks he has to be somewhere. Work. The doctor’s.

“I’m supposed to be in Canton,” he tells my mom. “I’m going to a car show. You don’t want to come, do you?”

“Go to sleep, honey. It’s late. It’s dark outside. You’re supposed to be in bed.”

“I know, but I’m supposed to go to that car show with Steve. Why isn’t he here? Where is he?”

I feel like Bill Cosby. I had a piece of cake this morning. There is half of a delicious chocolate cake with white icing in the break room. It was brought in by Brent Hovey, reporter for the Aurora Advocate, for all to enjoy. Mama Hovey made the cake for a party that was held yesterday to celebrate Brent and Christina Staszak’s engagement. They plan to tie the knot in the fall of 2009. Good luck and God bless, you two!

This morning’s java is in the cheery yellow mug I bought from Beehive Coffee on Pittsburgh’s Southside. I’m getting low on Chock Full ‘o Nuts. Have to make a run to Marc’s soon.

This morning’s coffee is in my Steel Trolley Diner mug. The Steel Trolley Diner, established in 1954, is located in Lisbon, Ohio, which was founded in 1803. (The town’s older than Magnolia!) I snagged this image from dinercity.com. Read more about the Steel Trolley Diner here.

A couple weeks ago Debbie and I were visiting her parents in Alliance. It was dark when we were leaving. Walking to the car I noticed something in the driveway with a glistening trail behind it. I looked closer and realized it was the biggest slug I’d ever seen. It was probably 6 inches long. Then I looked around and there were 20 more, all 3 to 6 inches in length. Debbie’s dad ran inside and got a salt shaker and flashlight, and for the next 15 minutes we went to work.

Another gross thing I’ve had crop up lately is mushrooms in my yard. Twice I’ve had clumps of brown mushrooms appear out of tree roots just below the surface of the grass. These were no ordinary mushrooms, either. These were smelly. When I say smelly, I mean they reeked! They smelled like a dead animal, or as I told my wife “rotting flesh.” And guess what else … some of these clumps had maggots crawling in them! YUCK!!

Does anyone have any comment on slugs or mushrooms?

Good morning! I’m drinking Chock full o’ Nuts coffee in my Ghoulardi mug. The heavenly coffee meets a devil from Cleveland TV’s past.

I recently took a road trip with Dad and Duke. Dad is David J. Wiandt, my father. Duke is Ken Lahmers, editor of the Aurora Advocate. Lately, Duke’s been writing about Sunday drivers, eating in diners, and trains. Our trip, navigated by Duke, driven by yours, was to see the boyhood home of Clark Gable in Hopedale and the site of of his birth home in Cadiz. We had a good time. Duke more than adequately described the trip in his column, Kaleidoscope. Go here. While in Cadiz, we toured a collection of coal mining equipment. Above is Duke and Dad in front of a big dragline bucket. (Our trip started in Kent and ended in Cadiz.)

Remember Boston Baked Beans candy? I recently paid my first visit to a B&K Root Beer Drive-In Cuyahoga Falls. This was the one on Munroe Falls Avenue. The other is on State Road. I was in a hurry, so I only got a root beer, which was very good. I also picked up a box of Boston Baked Beans for 25 cents. The young man, probably 19 or 20, working inside the root beer stand said he had never tried them. I told him my dad used to bring them home from work (in his lunchbox) when I was a kid. The young woman, 21 or 22, who was car-hopping that evening, said she she also liked Boston Baked Beans, but neither one of us could describe the taste of the candy coating on the peanuts. So, I poured a couple into the young guy’s hand to taste. He liked them.

All is fine after my tests and last doctor’s visit on Monday. My lower bowel series, a series of pictures taken of my bowels after I drank barium, showed no problems, Dr. Gusz told me in my follow-up visit. Originally scheduled to talk about the results of my colonoscopy, which were also negative, the Monday appointment played a dual role after Gusz had me be have the small bowel series done within the week following my colonoscopy. The doc told me Monday that he would not have to see me again for eight years when I will receive a post card calling for a second colonoscopy. And that, he said, would only be needed because I will be turning 50. I have to say: God is good. Whatever problem I had before, an ulcer or whatever, was healed by good doctors, Prevacid and prayer (not in that order).