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Top Five Tuesday — Top Five Candy Bars
September 27, 2011 at 5:00 am 2
There is nothing quite like a good candy bar, is there?

I remember when they cost a dime. I'd ride my bike up to the neighborhood Seven-Eleven Store, put a dime on the counter, and ask for a Baby Ruth. Those really were the days.

It's no exaggeration to say that candy bars have been a fixture through my life. So what are the five with real staying power?

5. Rocky Road. They didn't even sell these in Texas when I was growing up; I remember being introduced to them on an occasional tennis trip to California. But the way that the chocolate works with the marshmallow makes the few I've had memorable indeed.



4. Mr. Goodbar. These were a staple of my younger adult years. All chocolate, all peanuts, all the time. And I never went looking for him, either.



3. PayDay. On rare occasions, a candy bar without chocolate is in order. Enter this combination of peanuts, caramel, and enamel-eating sugar. Do NOT try an imitation.



2. Baby Ruth. My favorite from childhood. For some reason, I thought I'd matured beyond them in recent years until people at church started giving them to me after a sermon in which they were featured. As good as ever.



1. Nutrageous. OMG. Chocolate, peanuts, caramel, peanut butter, all rolled into one delicious confection. I buy five at a time and the people behind the counter give me a sly look as if to say, "What's your problem, dude?"

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Reflections On 100
September 26, 2011 at 8:51 am 6
Yesterday was the 100th anniversary of my father's birth.

Although he died in 2006 and so "only" lived to be 95, there is something about the 100th anniversary of anything that is worth noting.

So it is with my dad, Harvey Davis. Here are some things I've been thinking of:

1. He was born in Alabama -- no banjo on his knee -- but grew up in Akron, Ohio. It's fascinating to me how many people from Good Shepherd also grew up there . . . though of course long after my dad.

2. His family did not have much in the way of wealth or education. Yet he miraculously worked his way through the University of Akron in the depths of the Great Depression, earned a full scholarship to SMU Law School, graduated from that school with what at the time was its highest GPA ever, and then returned to join the faculty there after World War II.

3. He married my mom in 1937 and they stayed married til death did them part 69 years later. Together, they raised eight children and lived in places such as Falls Church, Virginia; Philadelphia, Pennsylvania; Chicago, Illinois; and then long stretches in both Dallas and Austin, Texas.

4. He was 50 when I was born. I'm turning 50 in November. No.

5. He was unfailingly loyal to anything related to SMU or the Democratic Party.

6. My father and I are different in so many ways -- body type, temperament, religious views, and thickness of hair. He still had a full head of hair at his death. I don't think he realized how good he had it on top of his head.

7. In spite of our differences, every once in awhile I see my inner Harvey Davis come out. Especially the way a ball bouncing in any indoor space will just about send me over the edge.

8. From my point of view, he was an ideal "tennis father." Many parents of young tennis players pressure their children, monitor their practices, and cause scenes at tournament sites. Dad did none of that. He would remain mute during my matches, never criticizing me, my opponents, or the officials. I also took for granted all the sacrifices he made to go with me to tournaments across Texas and around the country.

9. He was born before Adolf Hitler, Charles Lindbergh and Jonas Salk changed the world forever and yet died after Osama bin Laden, Steve Jobs, and Christiaan Barnard had done the same thing.

10. He attended Good Shepherd once back in 1999 and the experience was sufficiently different from his previous exposure to church life that he pulled me aside before the service even began and said, "I want to make a gift to your building fund." He later explained what happened this way: "It felt so good in there that I just felt like I wanted to be part of a winning team." High praise indeed.
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Top Five Tuesday — Top Five Guitar Solos
September 20, 2011 at 6:04 am 1
A couple of months ago, I posted about my Top Five Rock Guitar Riffs.

Today, it's my top five solos.

And what's the difference between a riff and a solo?

A riff is a recurring sequence of notes that forms the song's signature, while a solo is longer and more improvisational. It occurs only once in a song.

So here's my list. I've stayed away from some that may well be your favorites but that simply go on too long to interest me much. So: my apologies to all you Southern Rock fans, but neither the Allman Brothers nor Lyrnyrd Skynyrd appear below.

5. While My Guitar Gently Weeps, by the Beatles with Eric Clapton. While this may be George Harrison's creation, Clapton's guitar work gives it a life full of mournful soul.



4. Long Time, by Boston. There are actually three solos in this one. Long Time gets such heavy airplay on classic rock stations and sounds so much like a product of its time that you can forget how good it really is.



3. Badge, by Cream. Eric Clapton again in this little gem of a song with incomprehesible lyrics and unforgettable guitar.



2. Heartbreaker, by Led Zeppelin. How great was it to be 15, get my brand new cassette tape of Led Zeppelin II, put it in the new player my mother bought me as a surprise gift, and take the whole setup to tennis tournaments around the country? Well, pretty great. Especially when I'd get to Jimmy Page's solo in the middle of Heartbreaker and wonder, "how in the world does he make it sound like that?"



1. Hotel California, by the Eagles. The Eagles weren't and aren't really a guitar solo band. Yet I never tire of listening to Don Felder and Joe Walsh duel it out at the end of Hotel California. It's almost like "who's going to win the race between these two guitars?" They both do.

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Top Five Tuesday — Top Five Tom Petty Songs
August 30, 2011 at 5:00 am 1
I admit that early on Tom Petty took some getting used to.

First, there's the voice. Unique. Sometimes he makes Bob Dylan sound downright melodic.

Then, the hair. How's it still there?

And finally, the genre. Is he new wave? Pseudo punk? Classic rock? Alternative? All of the above?



Yet through it all, I've come to appreciate his wry humor, distinctive sound, and the Heartbreakers band that surrounds him. Little known fact: Mike Campbell, who is the lead guitarist for the Heartbreakers, wrote the music for "The Boys Of Summer," the Don Henley song that is my favorite of all time.

So here are my top five Tom Petty tunes:

5. I Need To Know. This surging, frantic song well represents the early, punk-inspired years of Petty's career.



4. Listen To Her Heart. Musically, see above. Lyrically it gives terrible advice for lasting marriages but great advice for rock & roll relationships: "she's gonna listen to heart; it's gonna tell her what to do; she might need a lot of loving but she don't need you."



3. For All The Wrong Reasons. The little known track from 1991's "Into The Great Wide Open" combines ringing guitar with spot on cultural observations. Should have been a hit but I guess the A&R man said he didn't hear a single.



2. Learning To Fly. What a terrific song from beginning to end.



1. Free Fallin'. Is it still a great song even without that great video? Yes. But the video sure doesn't hurt. It almost made me want to take up skate boarding. Almost.

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Top Five Tuesday — Top Five Magazines
August 16, 2011 at 5:00 am 0
In this age of websites and ezines, I'm going to give a shout out to the old fashioned magazine.

I've grown up on them. I still love reading them. There's something intoxicating about holding a glossy in my hands and reading up on the latest cultural trends, political maneuverings, and athletic accomplishments.

And I'm old-fashioned enough that I simply don't "get" ESPN The Magazine. It's too hip, too disjointed, too modern for me.

So here are my top five magazines of all time:

5. Good News Magazine. This is the ultimate "insider" piece for those interested in Methodist machinery and Methodist politics. Its print presence is much dimished these days, but its web influence is still strong. But back in the day it was the place to go for tasty morsels from the hierarchy of the UMC . . . and how to return it to orthodox theology.



4. Car And Driver. A great magazine for a teenage boy. It's where I first laid eyes on a Lamborghini Countach and where I learned the difference between horsepower and torque. Even to this day, I'll check it to see if my Nissan Maxima gets a good review on the Driver's Test (mas o menos, but what do they know?).



3. Time. Sadly, the editions keep getting thinner and thinner as ad revenue goes online. But it's still far thicker than Newsweek! My family subscribed to Time when I was a boy and we've continued that trend to this day.



2. Sports Illustrated. I still have an extra hop to my step when I get the Thursday mail, knowing that SI will be there. The "covers" section on SI.com is simply priceless. Of all the classics, I'm partial to this shot of Pete Sampras winning the 1997 Wimbledon:



1. Speaking of tennis, my favorite magazine of them all is the late, great World Tennis. From its inception in 1953 to its demise in 1995, it was the voice for those who followed the sport closely. As a pre-teen, I simply pored over its pages every month. Fortunately, I have about 30 copies from the 60s and 70s in our bonus room and as I look back through them today I realize that reading World Tennis was where I learned to write.



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