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Hi, my name is Chuck Supple and I live in Madison, Wisconsin. I was born and raised on the south side of Chicago and moved to Madison when I was 24 years old. “24 and there’s so much more” as Neil Young sang. And there was so much more. I went on to raise a family and have a career with the State of Wisconsin for over 32 years. I love Madison, and still love Chicago.  

I’m active on Facebook as Chuck Supple, Twitter as @ChuckieTwoGlove and Instagram as chuckietwoglove.  I always loved to write. I also love to read and share my thoughts.  Lately I’ve been writing “notes to self”. Many people have told me they like my writing style, my stories, and what I have to say.  Several people have told me I should blog. So here I am doing that on WordPress.  I have no idea how often I’ll write or post. But it’s worth a shot.

I like current events, politics, sports, music and helping others.  I call myself a connector and if you read Malcolm Gladwell you’ll know what I mean. I have a consulting gig called Pay It Forward Consulting.  I love to help others with anything I can. Whether it’s help finding a job, writing a letter, giving a speech, organizing a charity golf tournament or building a social media page, I might be able to help. I like to have a good time and I love the people in my life. First and foremost I’m a husband, dad and grandpa. That trumps all.  But then I’m a friend, a concerned citizen, and someone who cares.  I love golf, and I wear two gloves – thus my nickname. 

Feel free to drop in and read what I have to say.  I remain optimistic – my glass is always half full. I use my words, back them up with my life, and believe love wins. I often turn it up to 11, because this is all we’ve got. It’s one life, and it’s this life, and it’s beautiful. 

Chuck Supple “C2G”,  chuckie2glove on WordPress   January 23, 2017

Sometimes, It’s More Than Just A Song

“Come tomorrow, don’t know where I’ll be, don’t know if I will be, but ya know, it don’t matter to me, because you see, I’ve got my music.” – Bill Quateman

Where it all began – our “record player” when I was growing up.

My oldest son Derek recently asked me what are favorite musicians, bands or albums. Where do I begin? My favorite bands? My favorite singers? My favorite songs? My favorite albums? We’ve got to go way back to when I first started listening to music. I was very young living at 99th and Throop Street in Chicago. In my early years I was much more of a free spirit. A daydreamer at play. It might be in the sandbox where our pool would stand in the heat of summer where I played soldiers, and cowboys and Indians, and built roads and towns and forts. Or the old rowboat out by the two big cottonwoods in our backyard. I still don’t know why my dad left that boat sit there. But it was great to lift it up and catch garter snakes under it, and to dream in it at play. Chicago was a cold windy city, so I also had to spend a lot of time indoors. My favorite place indoors back then? Down in the corner of our basement where our “record player” was. I can still picture it as you turned right after going down the stairs. There it was in the corner. I moved a bar stool in front of it so I could sit there listening and easily put on the next record. Back then we primarily played 45’s or singles, usually the “Top 40” hits. There might be a surprise song that was just as good on the flipside, also known as the B-side. My big influence for music appreciation back then was WLS and WCFL – Chicago AM radio stations. And of course my older sisters’ Claire and Mary, who had their own favorites. It was very typical that I liked what they liked. But of course I had my own favorites. I first remember seeing the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan show in 1964 and I couldn’t believe my eyes and ears. They were so good. They were so fun. Then soon after I saw artists like the Dave Clark Five, Herman’s Hermits, the Animals and the Rolling Stones on TV. It was known as the British Invasion. And American bands like the Beach Boys, Paul Revere & The Raiders, and the Byrds. I would listen to records in that room by myself for hours on end. Music would take me to a place of peace and comfort. I would do a lot of dreaming and thinking. It was good for my soul.

“There’s a place, where I can go, when I feel low, when I feel blue.” – Lennon & McCartney

Sad to say I sold at a garage sale we had on Lancaster Ct. in Madison.

Some of my 45’s that I played in the basement on Throop Street; I still have them.

“I learned more from a 3 minute record than I ever learned in school.” Bruce Springsteen

Music would always be playing somewhere, which introduced me to so many different kinds, but my music was in the corner of that basement. I recharged there. I may not have been productive at all in those hours, but I was into that music. I was forging my dreams right then and there. My appreciation for good music grew and grew and it evolved into various genres. Early in high school I graduated to LP’s or albums, not just singles. I’m not certain but I think my first few albums were Tommy James & The Shondells Greatest Hits and Who’s Next by The Who. They were Christmas presents when I was a freshman or sophomore at Brother Rice High School. And in high school I not only started accumulating albums, but I switched radio stations to WXRT and WGLD – FM stations in Chicago. And I started going to concerts. The first concert I ever attended actually never happened. It was Sly & The Family Stone outside at Grant Park in Chicago. It was 1970 and a riot ensued due to protests over the Vietnam War. It was a full fledged riot and it was pretty crazy to be there and see. A Chicago Police car was flipped over and started on fire. I was seeing all these hippies and young radicals. Sly and his band never came out. A few years later I would see concerts at the International Amphitheater at 42nd & Halsted. Alice Cooper, the Allman Brothers, and Pink Floyd to name a few. Then in 1975 I saw the Rolling Stones three nights in a row at the Chicago Stadium. We sure had fun and saw some great live music in those days. It was also 1975 when I first saw Jackson Browne at Northern Illinois University in DeKalb. Then in 1976 I saw Dan Fogelberg at Western Illinois University in Macomb. I started to really appreciate singer songwriters and acoustic and piano music. The lyrics really stood out to me. My favorite Rolling Stones albums back in college were Exile On Main Street and Sticky Fingers, which kind of had a country flavor. Then a friend John Doherty introduced me to Gram Parsons, who was basically the pioneer of country rock. His solo stuff, and work with the Byrds and Flying Burrito Brothers, would give rise to the “California sound” of the Eagles, Linda Ronstadt and so many more. Then around 1990 came the Americana or Alt-country movement with artists like Uncle Tupelo who spun off into Son Volt and Wilco.


Some of my favorite albums – I kept these ones.
My vinyl record collection which has since been sold or donated to charity.
Two of the ticket stubs I still have from when I saw the Rolling Stones three nights in a row in 1975. The third night we snuck in thanks to my friend Bobby Hennessy who was an usher there.
The poster from the first time I saw Jackson Browne in 1975. At Northern Illinois University, DeKalb. I still have it.

Around 1972 my family moved to South Holland, a suburb of Chicago. The record player I grew up with was replaced with a nice Magnavox hi-fi that sat in the living room. I also discovered headphones. But most of the time that Magnavox would blast my music and my mom didn’t seem to mind. She’d hum along and sometimes sing. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that Mick Jagger wasn’t saying “star lucky star” as I played Star Star full blast and she sung along. My albums started to accumulate. I needed orange crates to store them and those crates would travel with me as I moved in dorm rooms and apartments in college, and eventually my apartments and homes. I had a lot of good music from a wide variety of artists. Eventually there was new technology such as tapes and CD’s. My parents owned a 1967 Ford Country Squire station wagon and it had an 8-track tape player in it. We could now listen to our own music in the car, not just what the radio played. So when I got my second car in high school, a blue 1964 Pontiac Catalina, I installed a cassette player with some good loud speakers on the rear deck. Music now went everywhere with me, something that remains to this day. I bought a cassette player and a nice home stereo in 1977 and was able to make my own “mixed tapes”. I numbered them. Around 1988 I bought my first CD. It was Steve Forbert’s Streets of This Town. I built quite the CD collection too, and continued to keep my records as well. It was only the last few years that I finally sold the record collection. I also donated quite a few of them to St. Vincent de Paul in Madison. I still have the CD’s. But the iPhone and iTunes changed everything. Now all my music library was not only just on my computer but also on my phone. Who’d of thunk it when I was back in my basement when I was a young boy? From way back then fast forward 50 years to my retirement years. My favorite part of the day is my walk and it is never without my Bose headphones. And at my disposal are 6889 songs on my iPhone. That’s my new “corner of the basement”.

Some of the cassettes I still have. Most were tossed. But at one time they’d travel everywhere with me in a nice case.
My “mixed tape” #1, recorded in 1977. Most are gone now but I kept this one.
Some of my favorite CD’s.
My CD collection which includes Sue’s (she has lots of Bruce Springsteen!).

I love all kinds of music but if I had to define it, I’d call it “roots rock for thinking people.” A little rock, country, alt-country, singer/songwriter, and soul. And the lyrics and message are just as important as the music itself, including political undertones.

So what bands and artists rose to the top over all those years? And what are my favorite albums?

My Top Ten artists in order are:

1. Jackson Browne

2. Steve Earle

3. Bruce Springsteen

4. Stephen Kellogg

5. The Rolling Stones

6. Uncle Tupelo/Son Volt/Jay Farrar

7. Gram Parsons

8. Darden Smith

9. Gordon Lightfoot

10. John Eddie

Honorable mentions include: The Beatles, Buddy Holly, The Byrds, Bob Dylan, Neil Young, Chicago, The Guess Who, Alice Cooper, The Allman Brothers, Warren Zevon, Steve Forbert, Chris Knight, Marshall Crenshaw, Linda Ronstadt, Emmylou Harris, Mary Chapin Carpenter, Eric Church, REM, Wilco, Todd Snider, Pete Yorn, The Bottle Rockets, John Mellencamp, Dwight Yoakam, Dan Fogelberg, Leo Kottke, and Tommy James & The Shondells. (I could go on and on).

My Top Ten albums of all time in order are:

1. For Everyman – Jackson Browne

2. Late For The Sky – Jackson Browne

3. Guitar Town – Steve Earle

4. Exit 0 – Steve Earle

5. Darkness On The Edge Of Town – Bruce Springsteen

6. Sticky Fingers – The Rolling Stones

7. Still Feel Gone – Uncle Tupelo

8. Gilded Palace Of Sin – The Flying Burrito Brothers

9. Killer – Alice Cooper

10. Who The Hell Is John Eddie – John Eddie

It’s hard to say what my favorite song is or even my favorite songs. That seems to change daily! But here are 10 that I’d call some of my favorite songs and they are not in order:

Crying Waiting Hoping – Steve Earle & Marty Stuart version of the Buddy Holly classic

Soul Deep – The Box Tops

Reach Out I’ll Be There – The Four Tops

For Everyman – Jackson Browne

Dead Flowers – The Rolling Stones

More Than This – Pete Yorn version of the Roxy Music classic

Still Be Around – Uncle Tupelo

Take Me Into Town – Stephen Kellogg

Caught In A Dream – Alice Cooper

Broken End Of Love – Robert Earl Keen

“Sometimes, it’s more than just a song.” – John Eddie

Chuck Supple, chuckie2glove on WordPress
March 10, 2021
Madison, Wisconsin

The Habit Of Noticing. I’m Alive.

“Where we find difficulty we may always expect that a discovery awaits us.” – C.S. Lewis

Somewhere on a beach, savoring every moment

Today is my Alive Day, the anniversary of the day I almost died but didn’t. One year ago today I had a massive heart attack in downtown Chicago. Many of you have heard the story, so bear with me as I tell it again. But then I want to tell you about the last year. What happened to me a year ago has a lot to do with how I live my life now and how I see the world. Let’s just say I was very lucky and something good was on my side that night. I went to a funeral that morning – my good buddy and former college roommate Neil lost his wife to a heart attack earlier in the week in downtown Chicago. Later that afternoon Sue, Shane and I visited the grave of Emmett Till at Burr Oak Cemetery in Alsip, Illinois.  In all my years growing up in Chicago I had never been there. He was a kid from Chicago visiting his aunt in Mississippi where he was murdered in 1955, the year I was born. Some say his murder was the catalyst for the civil rights movement. I posted a picture of the grave with this caption: “If someone is trying to convince you to hate someone who looks different than you, prays different than you, or talks different than you, resist it with all your might and soul. Instead find the love we have in our hearts for all humans.” – Sage Rosenfels, former quarterback Minnesota Vikings. It would be my last post for a while. That night we stayed downtown Chicago at a hotel on North Dearborn. I was with Sue and Shane walking to dinner when I started having chest pains –  Shane immediately wanted to call 911. A cardiac nurse named Maricel just happened to be walking by us on Kinzie Street, and she noticed I was in distress, so she turned around and walked back to me to see if I was OK. I wasn’t. She had me take three nitroglycerin tablets five minutes apart but nothing changed. Sue called 911 by then and the Chicago Fire Department was soon on its way. Only Sue could ride in the ambulance, so Shane literally ran to Northwestern Memorial Hospital where they were taking me. After getting me hooked up to an EKG in the ambulance, the EMT said to Sue, “Your husband is having a heart attack.” The pain kept getting worse. The Holiday Lights Parade was going down Michigan Avenue so it was no small feat that the ambulance got me there on time. 

I couldn’t have gone to a better hospital, especially suffering a heart attack. Northwestern Memorial is one of the best cardiac hospitals in the country. The ER was staffed and ready for me and doctors on call raced there to help save me. They too had to navigate around the parade to get there in time, but they did. Within minutes I was on the table where a heart catheterization was performed through my arm. It showed 100% blockage in my right coronary artery (RCA). What I had was a STEMI type heart attack – just about as bad as it can get. I was conscious through the whole thing. Two stents were put in and opened my blood flow back up, literally saving my life. The pain immediately stopped. There were some complications involving my arm afterwards, but thanks to a persistent and very aware nurse, the vascular team took care of it. I was released Monday with the instructions to follow up with my cardiologist in Madison.

Back in Madison I was immediately able to get in to see Dr. John Phelan, the cardiologist at St. Mary’s. He looked at the records from Northwestern and said, “Let’s schedule a stress test.” He didn’t like what he saw on the left side – the LAD, also known as “the widow maker”. I started cardiac rehab immediately and felt great. In early December I had the stress test. That led to Dr. Phelan scheduling a heart catheterization on January 15. As soon as he started it, it seemed like it was over, because he said, “Stop, let’s not put stents in the left side, you need bypass surgery.”

Fortunately that was scheduled for the morning of Friday, January 24 with the heart surgeon Dr. Murtaza at St. Mary’s. I had triple bypass surgery and it appeared to go well. But that night was brutal. I was having a real hard time breathing and was going downhill. They had to go back in and open me back up. There was some internal bleeding and leaking in my lung. The technical term was “cardiogenic shock and a large left hemothorax.” Dr. Murtaza and the same anesthesiologist, both came back at 2:00 in the morning. Sue and Callie raced back to the hospital in the middle of the night. Again, it was another close call for me. The weekend was somewhat of a blur, as I was in the ICU in and out of consciousness and on a ventilator for a large part of the time. I can say for sure it was the most pain I was ever in and the worst day of my life.  My family took shifts staying with me and holding my hand. Sunday afternoon I was doing pretty good. We were all in the room together when we heard that Kobe Bryant was killed in a helicopter crash. The headlines in the USA Today the next morning were about Kobe, but there was also an article about this thing called the Coronavirus. It was really the first I had paid attention to it.

I recovered pretty quickly, again thanks to a great team of doctors and a few special nurses at St. Mary’s. I was released the following Wednesday January 29 and went home to recover. I immediately started cardiac rehab again. I loved it. I got a solid month of rehab in and then the Friday after we changed the clocks in March and went into the Twilight Zone, cardiac rehab was suspended due to the Coronavirus.

I also lost a longtime friend, Noreen, to a sudden heart attack in March. We often disagreed about politics but we always got along and didn’t forget who we were or where we came from. She would often message me to see how I was doing and to tell me she was worried about me and was praying for me. I even have a voice mail from her I kept. So who dies of the heart attack?  Sometimes nothing makes sense.

My last post a year ago today, after visiting this grave in Alsip, Illinois

So what do I do now I said to myself. I felt like I had to tell my heart story and hoped it might help others.  I knew I was kept around for a reason. I have been offering advice to people who are dealing with heart issues and they call me to pick my brain.  Northwestern Medicine has even been using my story in their fundraising. Honestly this last year has made me realize how much I love helping others any way I can. There’s a quote I saw by Bernard Meltzer that says “There is no better exercise for your heart than reaching down and helping to lift someone up.”  It’s so true.

Since I retired I stay busy helping others with this side gig I have called Pay It Forward Consulting. It might be helping with job hunting, career development, retirement planning, social media, and event planning like charity golf tournaments and reunions.  And DMV questions and auto industry issues still trickle in. Somehow I retained a lot of institutional knowledge from my career and still have some valuable connections. I’m most proud of my work on the Journey For Chandra helping my friend Denny get the word out to those battling mental health challenges and addiction.

“There is no better exercise for your heart than reaching down and helping to lift someone up.” – Bernard Meltzer

But with Covid things were suddenly different. So what does one do in times of a pandemic?  What I decided to do I’ll call “destination roam” with “the habit of noticing”.  I started roaming, mostly alone because of the virus, and because Sue was still working. On weekends she’d join me.  I started exploring Wisconsin and thanks to a friend Sheila who invited me to join a Facebook group called Forgotten Wisconsin I started making notes of places I wanted to see. These included old churches, barns, abandoned houses and buildings, schoolhouses, ghost signs, and even cemeteries.  There is so much to notice and see!  Sue and I also made two trips to South Carolina. Of course we drove because I would not and could not get on an airplane.  I loved the drive especially the backroads of America.  And I still chased the sunrises and sunsets, but now they meant more to me.

A few of my favorite pictures I took while out roaming… a barn near Hillsboro, Wisconsin, and
Misty morning sunrise… Vermont, Wisconsin

Another weird thing happened after my surgery in January.  I developed cataracts and my vision got real bad.  I’m not sure if it was related to the surgery or not.  But one of my first “roaming alone” ventures in the spring I realized I couldn’t see good at all. It was like looking through bright white smoke. I fortunately was able to have cataract surgery this summer on both eyes, and my vision now is like looking at a 60” high definition TV.

I followed a roadmap most of my life. I did what I was told to do, where to go, and for the most part, how to do it. Whether it was school, or a job, or my career in government, I always appreciated the leeway to be creative and do it my way. I was successful at nearly all of these things, and the roadmaps served me well and helped me make a nice living. But damn if I didn’t enjoy the detours. Especially if I paved the way.

Early this summer my friend Maryanne gave me a book to read called The Habit Of Noticing by Texas singer-songwriter Darden Smith. The subtitle is Using Creativity To Make A Life And A Living. It’s mainly little stories about becoming and being and staying an artist. Relying on good decisions, simple twists of fate, and the right people to influence you and help you along. But the part about the habit of noticing just blew me away – because that’s what I’ve been doing since my heart attack and since Covid hit. Why, I don’t really know, but it’s something to do with taking it all in and realizing that every day is a gift. Darden says, “The habit of noticing –  open your eyes wide enough to let the world come in. Put your eye up to the key holes; notice your vision spreads out on the other side. Back away in the picture goes to nothing much at all. The closer you get the more you see.”

This book helped me realize what I was now doing was living life to the fullest

“Put your eye to the keyhole so you can see the world on the other side of that door.” – Darden Smith

In recent years I’ve discovered photography – phone photography. My iPhone camera is so good and it’s so easy to use and it’s always right with me. I might just see something anywhere. Some of my best pictures just happen. This is what drives me now. The freedom to explore and express through words and photos. And of course there’s a song lyric for everything.

“You get to a place in your life where you have more past than future, so damn, you better start talking it all in.” – Stephen Kellogg

It’s good to wake up and appreciate the gift of a sunrise… Pawleys Island, South Carolina

I realize many of you don’t have much time in your day because you are working so hard. I sure get that. I admire and respect you. I was once there, working hard every single day since I was about age 15 up until my career ended when I retired from the Wisconsin Department of Transportation in 2012.

Someday, hopefully you can appreciate the magic of going out and not knowing what you’re doing or where you’re going. The best road trips for me are the lost ones. The best days are not predetermined. Keep your eyes open to be on notice of something that might be right around the corner. Sometimes the best thing you can do is not know what to do. No roadmap for a change. Just explore. Get lost even – I’ve been lost many times especially when there was no service on my phone!  Daydream as you go. Let the songs drive you. And the sun, and the moon, and the backroads. You may strike out, you may get bored and not see anything. But chances are you’ll enjoy the hell out of it. I sure do.

“When you think you know something, look even higher, and deeper, and wider. God bless us all in our unique journey through nature, together. ” – Annet Mahendru

Without my health, none of this would be possible.  I never forget that so I will continue to take care of myself.  That includes eating right, staying active with walking, biking and golf, and really being careful with Covid. I dropped over 30 pounds and have kept it off. I feel better than ever – much better than a year ago right now. At my last appointment with Dr. Phelan in September, he said “See you in a year.”   

Like the rest of you, this year has been hard because of the pandemic. I miss getting together with friends and family, but I see light at the end of the tunnel. My family continues to grow. We were blessed with a new addition, Silas Green Supple, born to Beth and Ryan in August. And we got the good news that Callie and Anay are due in February. So much to look forward to! This Thanksgiving I will be thankful for what lies ahead, with a special appreciation what this last year has done for me.

Find what lights you up and go do it. Fall in love with the journey, and take it all in. Notice. Everything.

“Go into the wilderness and bring back the diamond only you can find.” ~ Darden Smith

“My Wyeth”…an old house I captured one day in Wrightstown, Wisconsin driving back from a golf outing

Chuck Supple, chuckie2glove on WordPress, November 23, 2020, Madison, Wisconsin

The Statue Of Liberty Is Sailing Away To Sea

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When I think of the road we’re traveling on I wonder what went wrong. So wrong. These are my words except taking the liberty of using Paul Simon’s “American Tune”.

Donald J. Trump:

1. Takes money from the American military and military families to pay for a wall he promised us Mexico would pay for.
2. Invites the terrorist group the Taliban to Camp David the week of 9/11.
3. Hate-tweets celebrities at all hours of the day while watching TV.
4. Tells people ravaged by the hurricane in the Bahamas to not get on the boat and come here for relief.
5. Uses taxpayer money to line his pockets by having himself, the vice-president and even the Air Force repeatedly stay at his properties, especially the failing ones like Turnberry.
6. Golfs way more than most golfers (including me) after criticizing the former president for golfing and saying he’d be way too busy if president.
7. Cannot ever admit he was wrong to the point where he doubles down and comes up with things like outlandish doctored maps to support his position for days and days… “He decries fake news that isn’t, and disseminates fake news that is.” ~ Shep Smith
8. Cozies up to brutal dictators like Putin and Kim Jong-un and never musters the courage to criticize anything they do.
9. Separates families at the border and denies them medical treatment and basic human needs, while housing them in cruel and deplorable cages, and then loses the children with inept record-keeping and logistics.
10. Has the vocabulary of a 3rd grader, has no knowledge of history, science, or the Christian bible and wings it with embarrassing bullshit when asked about anything.
11. Governs and leads (if you can call it that) by Twitter, recklessly disrupting markets, changes American policy on a whim, attacks anyone who crosses him, and shows our children how bullies act. What a pathetic example.
12. Has the most fragile ego of any president in my lifetime, is unstable, and lacks judgement, empathy, and common decency.

It’s astounding how his followers cannot see how his behavior is not normal, not presidential, not Christian or not even American. I do not understand how we see things so differently, especially those who were raised with similar values of decency, compassion and respect for others. It’s mind boggling.

Please don’t say “but the economy” or “he’s against abortion.”  We can see what he’s doing to the economy, the national debt, and farmers and manufacturers. And you are dreaming if you don’t think he personally has supported and paid for abortions.

Those who might agree with me… we must do our part to help Trump lose in 2020. However each of us sees fit.  Saying the things that must be said – not just on social media. Calling out racism. Speaking up. Influencing other reasonable people. Getting out the vote. It’s important he loses. Thanks for listening.

“When I think of the road
we’re traveling on
I wonder what went wrong
I can’t help it, I wonder what went wrong…
And I dreamed I was flying
And high up above my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty
Sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying
We come on the ship they call the Mayflower
We come on the ship that sailed the moon
We come in the age’s most uncertain hour
and sing an American tune” ~ Paul Simon

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Chuck Supple, chuckie2glove on WordPress, September 9, 2019  Madison, Wisconsin

It’s Been A Great “Run” – My Hobby The Last 20+ Years Collecting And Selling Sports Illustrateds And Collectible Magazines

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Just a few cool covers of the thousands I collected. These have a special meaning to me

When I was young I used to love to look at Sports Illustrated and Sport Magazine.  Some of the photography was phenomenal and the writing was outstanding. And the cover?  That’s what made the magazine.  I kept a few of those covers from back in the day, like the 1969 Sportsman of the Year issue with Bobby Orr. I remember clipping pictures and articles from my parents’ Life and Look magazines and framing them in my bedroom.  I used to go to Blackhawk hockey games at the old Chicago Stadium and buy a program and wait outside Gate 3 1/2 with my buddies for the players to sign them.  And I kept them! And in college there were various Rolling Stone Magazine covers on the wall of my apartment, like ones with Mick and Keith.  I keep a lot of mementos and souvenirs and I always collected things, although I wouldn’t say I’m a hoarder (my wife Sue might say otherwise!).  When I first had a house I would display various sports memorabilia on the walls of the basement.  My second house literally became a sports museum in the basement, with framed magazines and display cases all over the walls.  It truly was my man-cave.  One day in the mid-1990’s I walked into an antique store and came upon a Sports Illustrated magazine from the 1950’s. It was the April 1, 1955 issue with Ben Hogan at Augusta on the cover. I fell in love on the spot.  What a cool design, logo and picture, and the quality of the paper was excellent.  I bought it, and so it began.  My interest became a hobby which became a business and a passion.

I started buying not just issues but whole collections!  I loved going into people’s basements and seeing what they had.  I went all over Wisconsin, Minnesota, and Illinois and as far as New Jersey, and had my brother Pat inspect a collection in Florida before buying it. The best collection I ever bought was in Flemington, New Jersey that was just sitting on an older man’s pool table. It was full of Notre Dame stuff including two programs from the 1924 Army vs Notre Dame famous “Four Horsemen” game that Grantland Rice wrote about.  I learned later there was also a 8 x 10 black and white photo of the original Notre Dame Football Team, that the University of Notre Dame did not even have in their possession.  I sold the photo to a big Notre Dame collector and archivist.  The proceeds from that collection were lucrative. I kept my sons’ SI For Kids magazines and had the issue with Tiger Woods rookie card in it, and sold it for over $1000. No one graced the cover of SI more than Michael Jordan and in his heyday MJ was a very hot seller for me. I would sell complete runs of Jordans SI’s and deliver them to customers’ homes.

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A glimpse of the back room of my basement with boxes I would take to shows

In early 1998 I sold my first magazine – to a friend, the January 22,1968 Sports Illustrated (SI) with Vince Lombardi on the cover being carried off the field after winning the Super Bowl. Even though I’m a Bear fan, it remained one of my favorite covers and was pictured on the business cards I made up.  Also around 1998 eBay was just getting off the ground and I remember a guy showing me on his computer how cool it was for both buying and selling.  I was hooked.  Back then there were just a few sellers of collectible magazines on eBay and I was one of them.  I networked and even co-inventoried with some other big dealers, so if one of us didn’t have something in stock, the other would ship it out for the other.  In my real job with the State of Wisconsin I regulated the car business and when eBay was just starting eBay Motors and the industry was navigating through how to handle car sales on the internet, eBay learned of my dual interest and knowledge of internet sales and how eBay worked, so they reached out to me and came to visit me three times to get eBay Motors off the ground without running into legal obstacles.  I remain friends to this day with the former Chief of Security at eBay who later became the Chief of Security at Facebook and later Uber. It’s mind boggling sometimes to me how things are intertwined and how we connect with others.

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A few shots from the shows I used to do In Chicago and Milwaukee

I also started doing card shows in Chicago, Milwaukee and Madison and was “the magazine guy.”  Stars would be signing at the show and how cool would it be to have them sign a cover they were on?  People loved it.  I was interviewed and quoted in Sports Collector’s Digest and really was making a name in the hobby.  Chasman’s Collectible Magazines was what I was calling it.  “Chas-Man” was a nickname of mine when I was much younger, long before “Chuckie-Two-Glove”.  I built a website with the help of a friend and this hobby of mine was suddenly making some pretty good money on the side.  I dabbled in it early mornings and late at night and on weekends.  I remember Sue calling me up many times from the basement of our house on Lancaster Ct.  With a son at Northwestern and a son at Wisconsin it helped pay tuition bills and I put them to work!  Ryan would help load the rental truck in Madison and Derek would unload in Chicago at the shows.  The Chicago Sun-Times Show in Rosemont was my favorite.  They were huge and had all kinds of autograph guests.

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Me and White Sox great Dick Allen who signed SI’s of mine with him on the cover 

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“Shane and Dayne” at Ron’s table at the Chicago Sun-Times Show

Oh, and the people including stars and celebrities I met along the way!  I remember the late Doug Buffone of the Bears hanging at my table looking through my inventory and chatting with me.  We learned we each had a son we called “Ry-Ry”.  Jim Taylor the star running back of the 1960’s Packers hung out at my table killing time, and so did Boyd Dowler, another Packer great, at another show.  I remember seeing this beautiful woman walk in my booth at a show and learned it was Mrs. Kerry Wood.  Kerry had recently pitched a record setting 20 strikeout game for the Cubs.  And the people who would buy from me were from all over North America and the world.  I sold the 1-22-68 Lombardi SI to Willie Davis of the Packers glory years, I sold Bears programs to Tim McCaskey – one of the Bears owners, and the Bears offensive line coach at the time, Bob Wylie. One of the coolest stories was when the phone rang at our old house on Lancaster Ct. and Sue answered it.  The caller was Ron Turcotte who was the jockey of the greatest racehorse ever, Secretariat.  Ron wanted all the magazines I had with Secretariat in them.  It’s worth noting that Secretariat won the Triple Crown in 1973 (winning the Belmont Stakes by a staggering 31 lengths) and he appeared on Sports Illustrated, Time and Newsweek on the same day. Not even Bruce Springsteen could match that!

The people I met through Chasman’s Collectible Magazines were something special. I met a guy from the Chicago Cubs who at the time coordinated the 7th Inning stretch and he set up who was going to sing  “Take Me Out To The Ballgame.”  He not only was a collector himself, but he wanted magazines featuring the person who would be singing the song at Wrigley.  He is now the Director of Ticket Sales for the Cubs and I remain friends with him. Another great connection was a guy in Milwaukee with Brewers, Bucks and Marquette connections who worked with the Milwaukee Boys and Girls Club.  I would donate magazines to be signed by people at various charity events and the Boys and Girls Club would auction them off to raise money for the club.  I met Scott Smith, “The SI King” in New Jersey and we became friends.  He was one of my best customers and was always referring people to me. He has the best collection and most of them are signed by the person on the cover!  I had a customer in South Korea who was the pickiest customer ever, but he and I both knew what he wanted, no matter how long it took to build a complete run of Sports Illustrateds in mint, pristine condition.  It was a great relationship and I helped him complete it.  I used to have people calling saying their mom or dad were in SI and they didn’t know the date, but they described the story and I’d find it for them. They were literally crying on the phone. I even found a Life Magazine from the 1940’s in my collection for my daughter-in-law Charlotte that had her grandmother in it, in a feature about college girls. It was in mint condition. I had a big buyer of anything Alabama, especially Bear Bryant stuff.  He was with the booster club of the Crimson Tide, so maybe you can blame me a tiny little bit for their success in college football – ha ha!

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A book on Secretariat signed by his jockey Ron Turcotte who bought magazines from me

My youngest son Shane used to love to go to the shows with me and ride in the truck to Chicago and stay at the hotel when he was a toddler. Shane literally was running down the hall at the Embassy Suites in Rosemont and ran into Joe Montana who was getting on an elevator with John Elway. Shane would draw signs and hang out at my table and customers loved him.  At that same hotel I sat in the lobby and talked to former Packer player and head coach Forrest Gregg about his relationship with Mike Ditka. According to him they actually liked each other despite the stories you heard. I used to be so busy at shows that I couldn’t get away from my table. One time I sent Derek to get Keith Magnuson’s autograph on a beautiful Sporting News. Sad to say a few years later Keith was killed in a car crash. I treasure that signed issue.  So many legends would be at these shows walking by my booth. Even the great Joe DiMaggio in his later days.

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Shane’s “My Dad Sells Magazines” sign he made at one of the shows when he was a toddler

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Shane’s “map” of our booth at the Chicago Sun-Times Show when he was a toddler

I started a friendship with a guy in British Columbia, Canada – Phil Langley who bought magazines from me and sold magazines to me.  I learned Phil was the Assistant Basketball Coach of the Canadian Olympic Basketball Team that played against Michael Jordan and the 1992 USA “Dream Team”.  Phil became a great friend and mentor to me.  He helped me through a tough situation at my regular job and guided me through it.  His advice was so valuable and spot on that I called him my guardian angel.  If I could put it into one sentence, the advice was, “Take the high road, Chuck.”  Some of the best advice ever.  Phil now comes to Wisconsin to visit and golf with me and brings his buddies.  Sue and I have stayed at Phil and Judi’s home in British Columbia.

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My friend and “guardian angel” Phil Langley who I met through eBay 

You might say I really learned what paying it forward meant through this hobby of mine. You take care of others and treat them well, and you will be paid in return.  Even if that means giving something away to make someone happy.  So many doors and opportunities opened up for me because of this hobby, and I have received so much more than money.

After 20 plus years the business changed and eBay became saturated and more costly, as did the shows. Plus I was not getting any younger, and magazine boxes were heavier than ever – not good for the back!  So in 2018 I started putting out feelers to sell the collection and this week I finalized that sale.  Thirteen pallets of magazines were picked up by a semi yesterday at both my home and storage units – units I had since April 30, 1999. Those thirteen pallets had over 65,000 magazines on them, mainly Sports Illustrated, but also The Sporting News, Sport, Inside Sports, Street & Smiths, Time, Life, Newsweek, Rolling Stone, and many cool oddball titles, as well as some programs from various games including Super Bowls and World Series.  The buyer is a collector in California and has been a pleasure to deal with.  I even hit it off with the truck driver, who turned out to be an Philadelphia Eagles fan and told me his life story while loading the pallets on the truck.

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Moving Day August 3, 2019.  Those are 13 pallets with over 65,000 magazines in a semi

Of course I kept a box for myself, some of the favorites I collected that meant something special to me.  One was a Life magazine with JFK on the cover, a few years after his assassination. Look closely at the subscription label.  9926 South Throop St, Chicago Illinois. It was my mom and dad’s and mailed to my boyhood home.  Glad I kept it!

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Look at the subscription label – my childhood home in Chicago

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Some more of my favorites…

 

Looking back through the pages of my life so to speak, this has been a very fulfilling and fun chapter. In the digital age where paper and publishing is a dying industry, it’s sad to see publications cease to exist. But thankfully there are collectors like I was who kept the real thing. It’s really been a great run. I’m going to miss it.

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The banner on my former webpage, Chasmans.com

 

Chuck Supple, chuckie2glove on WordPress, August 4, 2019 Madison WI

I Gave My Children Roots And Wings – What Will My Kids Remember About Me?

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Me and my four amazing children – Derek, Shane, Callie & Ryan  2017 

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My roots run deep and so do my kids’.  They are grounded and solid.

I had my yearly physical a few months ago and the nurse said I was at that age where I probably should have a living will – you know that document that spells out what my preferences are should something ever happen to me. Well I got to thinking and said what else should I put in writing?  My kids – Derek, Ryan, Callie and Shane, are grown adults now, living their own lives, making their own decisions, choosing what they love to do, and carrying on what I might have given them. Two of them now have their own children. Three of them are married. They made great choices on their partners – Charlotte, Beth and Anay fit right in and bring out the best in them.  I recently read an article that made me think what else I should put in writing.  It was titled “What Things Will Your Kids Remember About You?” So I thought I’d give it a shot. First of all let me say loud and clear it wasn’t just me who made an impact on them. They were blessed with more than one loving parent and had great role models in teachers and coaches and grandparents and aunts and uncles. Their mothers – Gloria and Sue, probably had more of an impact in certain things, especially how to be good students and how to care for others and how to love. I know I did my best to be their dad and gave them some things to prepare them for their own journeys.

“I gave my children roots and wings and never fear the change it brings” –
Stephen Kellogg

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On the steps of our front porch on Lancaster Court in Madison 1997

I thought about it over time and came up with these:

1. “Cool story dad, tell it again.”   I told my stories. My kids all read extensively and always have. Of course as young children their moms and I read to them at bedtime. But I often ventured off and told them stories – my stories. I own everything that ever happened to me. Some of it needed to be heard! So I would tell them stories about what happened to me as a kid. Maybe there’d be a lesson thrown in there.  And sure I might embellish it and sprinkle in some humor.  There were so captivated by those stories. Now I tell stories to their children, my grandkids! Even my son-in-law Anay said, “Chuck, you have the best stories!”

2. “This is my favorite place.”  I took them to cool places and events. My kids all travel frequently – all over the world. They are passionate about sports, and certain teams (the same as mine I might add, i.e. “Bear Down 365/24/7”). From about the time they could walk, they visited Soldier Field, Wrigley Field, the United Center, Camp Randall and so many more great venues.  Our yearly vacation up north in Minocqua is probably near the top of their list of favorite places to go, like it is mine.  We went to Disneyworld and Florida and the Gulf coast when they were very young several times. And when we finally could afford it, we took them to Ireland.  I encouraged all of them to see the world and study abroad. Ryan went to South Africa and lived in Costa Rica for a while. Callie and Shane studied abroad in Spain. Derek lived in Chicago, Boston and Boulder before he started his career and got married.  I love doing things with them, together or one-on-one.  My trip out west to the Grand Canyon two summers ago with Shane was so enjoyable for both of us.  Some years back a good friend of mine in Canada, Phil Langley, said this about me taking Shane to the PGA Golf Tournament in Kohler, Wisconsin (I saved the email):

“Enjoy the day. It is a great opportunity for Shane. It sort of makes me think…all you do for him will come back in spades. He will remember the games and events that you took him to, and will be forever grateful, but more importantly,  that kind of parenting is printed indelibly. Years from now those experiences will provide the foundation for another great parent. Cheers, Phil.” 

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My four kids at the Cliffs of Moher during our first trip to Ireland, 2005

3. “Sing my songs to me.” I appreciate and love music, the most universal language. I’m big on lyrics and words.  My kids all took music in elementary school and grew up around concerts, family sing-alongs, karaoke, and parties that literally rocked.  We turned it up to 11 more than once. Derek plays guitar and mandolin. They all deeply love music. Derek and Ryan saw performers like Bob Dylan and Steve Earle and Jackson Browne with me when they were toddlers. Callie and Shane have seen Eric Church and Stephen Kellogg with me and Sue. Shane has been in the pit at Bruce Springsteen with us.  Some of our favorite music overlaps, but they each have music of their own they love. This week Sue and I  went to a Vampire Weekend concert, thanks to Shane.

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Derek, Ryan & me with our friends the Bauers to see Bob Dylan & Steve Earle at Summerfest 1988

4. “Work hard, play hard.”  I think I gave them a work ethic as well as a play ethic. And to live passionately. At Callie and Anay’s wedding their officiant and friend Nicholas Arambula said that Anay told him Callie loves life, lives passionately and always seizes the day and thinks she gets that from her dad. Well my eyes welled up; that meant a lot to me.  My own dad always stressed to give it your all, to “work hard and play hard.”  My kids knew I showed up for work for 32 years at WisDOT and that I sold collectible magazines as a side business to help pay for their college.  All of them started jobs as teenagers as soon as it was legal for them to be working.  They were all good students. A lot of that came from their moms who were huge influences in their outstanding study habits and doing their homework every single night. It prepared them for life. They are accomplished students in biomedical, industrial and mechanical engineering, policy and technology, law, and business, with degrees from the University of Wisconsin, Northwestern University, MIT, William Mitchell College of Law, and University of Chicago Graduate School of Business. Derek, Ryan and Callie are done with school and have great jobs and don’t ever stop learning. They have a continuous thirst for knowledge.  Yet they find the right balance. They know how to  enjoy themselves at the same time.  They are all very active and sports has been a big part of their lives since they could walk.  Hockey, soccer, baseball, golf, running and working out and staying fit. Sports have taught all of us so much about life. A way to take care of ourselves, learn good sportsmanship, how to win and how to lose, and have fun at the same time. While making great friends – for life.

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A night to remember… Seeing the Chicago Cubs win the Pennant with Shane, October 2016

5. “Whatever you give to others will come back to you tenfold.” I tried to show them the value of being nice to others and being there for them. I’m a big believer in paying it forward. Not only because it’s the right thing to do but because you will be compensated greatly in return.  It happens to me all the time. My kids aren’t religious in the sense that they go to church and publicly practice any kind of religion. But they are good people – some of the best you’ll ever meet. They are kind, helpful, compassionate and caring. This they definitely got from more than just me. Their moms, grandparents, their great aunt Sister Mary Supple and many aunts and uncles, teachers and coaches were role models who showed them the way. At Ryan’s wedding in my toast, I said this: “It doesn’t bother me that Ryan doesn’t practice religion. I saw a quote that stuck with me: “May God grant that His goodness become a truth we not only accept, but embrace, so that it becomes the perspective from which we view all the events in our lives.” Somewhere along the way Ryan figured this out. He just doesn’t call it that. He knows right from wrong, he walks the talk and most impressively of all, he does it quietly. I don’t think there’s a mean bone in his body, despite being “Ry Ry The Hockey Guy.” He truly cares about others, especially the less fortunate.”  Although this was about Ryan, I could easily have said that about any one of them.

6. “It’s a big old goofy world.” Laugh at it – a lot. And laugh at yourself.  A sense of humor sure helps me to be happy.  Whether it’s Larry David on Curb Your Enthusiasm, Ernest T. Batts on the Andy Griffith Show, or Super 70 Sports on Twitter, my kids understand and appreciate my goofy humor. They have their own now too as do their kids.  We all laugh a lot.  And you can’t go wrong with smiling.

7. “It’s a family tradition.”  My kids grew up with traditions passed down through generations.  Family vacations like our yearly week up north in Minocqua, the Supple Christmas, the Kempen Christmas, going bowling with the Green family on Thanksgiving, apple picking in the Fall, St. Patrick’s Day parades, and celebrating their kids’ birthdays and inviting the grandparents.  I have countless pictures of my dad at one of their birthday parties on Lancaster Ct.  Is it any wonder the grandparents are now having so much fun at the birthday parties of Winnie, Evie, Sadie and Guthrie?

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Grandpa Charlie helping blow out the candles at a birthday party on Lancaster Court

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One of my favorite pictures of the four of them “up north” at Hidden Harbor Resort, Minocqua

8. “Stay connected AND take time for yourself.”  I know a lot of people and have many great friends.  My kids are similar. They all have extraordinary people skills.  They’re naturals. Friendship comes easy.  And they care about all kinds of people.  They have hearts of gold that they wear on their sleeves and they’re always open. A few stories…  I’ll never forget the day Sue and I dropped Derek off at Northwestern University and he didn’t know anyone.  He was going on Project Wildcat where he’d meet other students by going camping and hiking with them. Three years later Derek was leading Project Wildcat and that’s where he met his wife Charlotte. Callie joined a sorority at UW Madison without knowing anyone and made amazing lifelong friends.  Shane went to Spain alone to study abroad and didn’t know anyone.  He found housing on his own. No different than the kid he was when he was about 10 years old who would ask us to drop him off at Odana Golf Course to play 18 with any group he could jump in with!  He has no fear.  At the same time they learned that the road less traveled is often a good way to go too.  If you are constantly engaged in the world, it’s hard to find time for your great moments of discovery and thought. Take time for yourself and savor being alone.  They all do that too.
I’d be amiss if I didn’t mention my love for social media. I know they’ll remember that, especially how I take those connections and translate them to real life. They know I don’t live in the past, but that I have a way of bringing it back to life with old pictures and family archives and making others happy as a result. And share the beauty in the world whether it be in a glorious sunset or an adorable grandchild. And when you have to say the things that must be said, I say them.

9. “It’s whatever it is you see, that life will become.”  A buddy once told me we only get one shot and this isn’t a dry run. It stuck. So dream how you want to live and live the dream.  Live the life you love. While remembering that “any setback, major or minor, any goal unachieved or any dream unfulfilled, pales in comparison to life itself. There is always a way. ” – Unknown.  I dared them to go after their dreams and to catch a passion for something that matters. To be true to themselves and the values they were raised with. Show up no matter how hard it might be and a richer life will come to you.

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Possibly three of the greatest minutes of my life, walking Callie down the aisle

10. “I love them more than anything.” The most important one of all, my love for them. And I am there for them, always. I’ll always be their dad no matter what, no matter how old they are.  I always said they could call me anytime 24/7. No questions asked if that’s what they needed at the time. One time Callie got into a little fender bender that turned into a fiasco and it really upset her.  I told her there is nothing I want more than to be there for her when she calls and says, “Hey Daddy, I need you.”  I was there for her to walk her through it and take care of things.  My proudest achievement in my life is my children.  I think it’s pretty obvious, I am so proud of them.

I’ll leave them and you with this. Judge me by them. This is my legacy:

“He’s got four of the nicest kids you’ll ever meet. If you want to take the measure of somebody, you look at their kids.” ~ anonymous

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This is us. Minocqua Wisconsin 2017  “Carry on.”

Chuck Supple. chuckie2glove on WordPress, June 16, 2019  Father’s Day Madison,Wisconsin

Who Is Your Rock Of Gibraltar?

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The Rock of Gibraltar at sunrise February 9, 2019.  Photo by Shane Supple.

 

In my dad’s eulogy at his funeral in 2002, I looked out at the crowd in St. Margaret of Scotland Church and saw my loving aunt Sister Mary Supple, and said “Sister, you were my dad’s Rock of Gibraltar.” I learned about this “rock” growing up at St. Margaret’s School and also learned along the way it served as a metaphor. Wiki says to say “you’re my Rock of Gibraltar” is “to use the biggest rock one can think of as a metaphor for the feeling of support and confidence that you give them.” That’s how I see it: Someone who is always there to run to, flee to, swim to, and who grounds you. Solid, who won’t budge in their support and unconditional love for you – no matter what. Someone who accepts you with every human flaw. Someone you can be yourself around. Someone you love to be around because of that.

 

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Mary, Charlie and Frank Supple at the Indiana Dunes, circa 1930’s.

 

Sister Mary was that for my dad. I’m sure her other brothers too. She was a girl who grew up on the tough south side of Chicago with five older brothers, and a brother and baby sister who died as infants. But Mary was the youngest growing up and the only girl. Her five big brothers watched out for her and protected her and they absolutely treasured her. You know they also teased her and toughened her like big brothers do. She became a Dominican nun – a real “Sister”, but she was always a beloved sister to her brothers. Mary was always there for others. She had the most beautiful smile, who had a sense of humor so wry and witty – I’m sure she got that from her brothers and dad, along with the sweetness from her mother Bridget. She had unconditional love. She accepted you and loved you for who you are no matter what. She had a way to bring people together and hold them together. She watched out for others and prayed for them. Sometimes it’s the quiet one behind the scenes that has the most influence. She was a great example of that. Often from a distance, like that giant rock on the horizon.  Maybe you can’t quite see it yet, but you know it’s going to be there.

 

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The Supple family at 1326 West 98th St. in Chicago around the time I was born. My dad Charlie is on the upper left. 

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Charlie Supple and his “Rock of Gibraltar” Sister Mary Supple at a family picnic .

 

This past weekend my son Shane got to go to the real Rock of Gibraltar. Lucky guy he is seeing the world while studying engineering in Spain. I have never been there but based on these pictures he took it is quite the spectacle. It is in Gibraltar, a territory of the United Kingdom, on the Iberian Peninsula at the southwestern tip of Europe. John Lennon and Yoko Ono were married there in 1969. Imagine that. Even “Popeye the Sailorman” has an image of the Rock in his bicep. It has always been a symbol of strength and resilience. I’m glad Shane got to see the real thing.

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John and Yoko were married at the Rock of Gibraltar in 1969

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The Rock of Gibraltar February 9, 2019.   Photo by Shane Supple.

I have faith, and in my heart I believe my dad is now with his Rock of Gibraltar – Sister Mary Supple, along with my mom Rita Koch Supple, his parents John and Bridget Supple, and three of his four brothers – Jack, Jim, and Tom.  We are lucky one brother, my Uncle Frank, is still here with us.

We all have those people in our lives we can count on to be there for us, at least most of us do at some point. Count yourself lucky if you do and hold on to them. Don’t let them slip away. Eventually they’ll be gone and you’ll have memories and pictures and videos. But nothing compares to the real thing. I have a few people like that myself and I’m lucky they are still here with me. They don’t care about my politics, my beliefs, my interests, my sports teams, my hobbies, and what I did without them. They cut me a break if I screw up. My hope is that we may each wander far from each other physically, but we are still connected and we will gravitate back towards each other especially when one of us really needs it.  Will I still be around for them? Will they be for me? No doubt. Like a rock.

 

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The Rock of Gibraltar at sunset February 9, 2019.  Photo by Shane Supple.

 

Chuck Supple. chuckie2glove on WordPress, February 12, 2019 Madison, Wisconsin

Nothing Could Prepare Me for Sweet Winona – Girl One Look at You and I Was Hooked

Here’s an update to my blog post from a year ago. Another year old for Miss Winnie! She’s 6 today and I love her so much. This girl is going places and she will show us!

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It’s true. As excited as I was to become a grandpa, nothing could have prepared me for the feeling I got when I first laid eyes on you Winona Hale Supple!  I remember the day well. It was a Sunday, December 9, 2012.  The only thing on my agenda was to watch the Bears play the Vikings at noon.  Your dad Derek called us early that morning while we were sitting at Starbucks in Middleton, Wisconsin.  He told us “It’s a girl,” and said your beautiful name.  I’m not sure if it was then or later but he said they were going to call you “Winnie”.  Something to do with how much your mom Charlotte loved ‘Winnie Cooper’ in the TV show The Wonder Years. We loved it too – right away! Of course…

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I’m Gonna Let It Shine On Evangeline – Today Is Her Birthday!!!

Here’s an update to my blog post from a year ago. Another year old for Miss Evie! She’s 4 today and I love her so much. So many of my favorite photos of the year she is in – it it any wonder?

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Dear Evangeline Honor Supple,

“Me either!”  That’s what we say to each other about the silliest things. I don’t even know how it started, but I think it was one day when I was watching you at home, and it just stuck.  I always have fun with you and I always look forward to seeing you.  I can tell by the look on your face that when you see me you feel the same.  That makes me very happy.

I remember the day you were born. It was a bright fall Saturday morning and I was out for my daily walk. I was just about home from my two-mile loop when the phone rang and it was your dad Derek.  He said “It’s another girl!”  He was so excited and happy.  He told me how the delivery went for your mom Charlotte. And…

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Happy 10th Anniversary Facebook

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I had to stop and say hello in 2012 when I was in Palo Alto. Thumbs up from me.

10 years ago today I joined Facebook. And today’s profile picture was my very first profile picture. I had a friend Joe who worked there, my kids were all on it and they were in faraway places like Spain and Costa Rica and it was a good way to see what was going on in their lives. So why not.  I had no idea how much fun it would be for me and more importantly how it would change my life. It has never been about the “dopamine hits” to me. It is about the connections I make and translating those connections to real life.

I’ve made new friends, reconnected with old friends, and merged the two. I met friends who I hadn’t seen since 8th grade and met their kids and now they’re my friends too. Not just Facebook friends – real friends; we do things together! I met and reconnected with family members who I hadn’t seen in years. I learned about their growing families, their triumphs and their losses. I introduced cousins in Ireland to my Wisconsin friends and now they’re friends. I’ve helped promote businesses and political candidates. I’ve planned events, parties, vacations, concerts, golf outings, baseball trips, tailgate parties, and promoted and showcased a high school hockey team. I helped a dear friend who lost his daughter launch a journey to help others.

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My first Cover Photo – this golf trip happens every year because of Facebook

I’ve told my stories, resurrected my archives and history of my family, my old neighborhood, and our former family business – the gas station. I brought them to life with old pictures and artifacts that were collecting dust in a junk box. I helped plan reunions for my old school and classmates. I’ve seen stories of grace and serendipity happen because of Facebook.  Take a look at your friendships sometime and the mutual friends they have with you. It’s mind blowing who is connected and how. It really is 6 degrees of separation – usually much less.

I’ve shared some beliefs and opinions and tried to bridge gaps and gain understanding. I don’t expect people to agree with me but I do expect common courtesy and good civil discourse.  It’s the heart of our democracy.  I don’t delete friends because of political, religious, sports teams alliances, or other beliefs. Heck, that’s what makes the world go round. But I have been defriended a few times. So be it.

I’ve discovered the beauty of sunsets and nature and the joy in sharing such beauty. Especially with a song lyric because there’s one for damn near everything. I captured and shared pictures of my friends and family and the fun things we do. I remember the words of one old friend who said “someone has to do it, it might as well be you Chuckie.” It stuck. I’m that guy.  I really did learn a thing or two from Charlie don’t ya know.

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My favorite check-in when I was at the center of the universe – Game 7 in Cleveland 11-2-16

Finally I’ve enjoyed life after a long career in government and stay as busy as ever in other things, but the best job of all is being a grandpa. I love sharing pictures of my grandkids and how they’re growing and making me and others smile.

I’m sure Mark Zuckerburg had no idea what the hell would happen when he started Facebook in his dorm room at Harvard University but I want to thank him for it.  He has made my life better. In the words of John Mellencamp “my family and friends are the best thing I know, through the eye of the needle I’ll carry them home.” Thanks to all of you who read, saw, listened, liked, or talked back in the last 10 years.

Happy 10th Anniversary from me and my Facebook.

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I hope to share many more of these

Chuck Supple, chuckie2glove on WordPress, May 30, 2018  Madison, Wisconsin

This Land Was Made For You Guthrie Anderson Supple

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Guthrie is bound and determined with a look of wonder and happiness

Well I have to say having a first grandson is so special.  Guthrie Anderson Supple you have no idea how special you are to so many! Early on in your mom’s pregnancy your dad told me that your mom’s job as a nurse gave her more frequent access and knowledge of ultrasounds – that’s where mommy and daddy can see what’s going on inside of her while you are growing! He told me early in her pregnancy that so far they didn’t “see anything”.  Someday you’ll appreciate what I am talking about.  So I was prepared for another granddaughter which was fine by me because I love my three grandgirls so much.  But then one day the phone rang early in the morning and it was your dad. He was so excited. He was at a doctor’s appointment with your mom and he was calling to tell me “this time they did see something!” It was going to be a boy!  We were so excited. You were the first grandchild where we knew ahead of time if it was a boy or a girl. In fact all four of my kids we didn’t know until they were born. That makes you extra special Guthrie!

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I was thrilled to meet you on the day you were born Guthrie

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From the day you arrived you were big sister Sadie’s living doll – she loves you so much

The day you were born was a beautiful spring day, Monday, May 22, 2017.  Your Grandma Sue had to work so I jumped in the car with your Grandma Glor and Grandpa Walt to go meet you that day!  We got to the hospital and your Grandma and Grandpa Anderson (Lollie and Bumpa) were there along with your mom and dad and your big sister Sadie June. Sadie was so excited! We had so much fun meeting you, holding you in our arms, passing you around, and watching Sadie react to her new little brother. You were instant best friends and I think you are realizing that as you grow up. You are each other’s wing-man and have each other’s back, no matter what.

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When your wing-man is your big sister and you have each other’s backs

As I watch you grow I love seeing how determined you are. Your mom is great at sharing videos of you and Sadie. Each day would bring another conquest. Learning to crawl, learning to reach, and grabbing what you want! Especially your toys or Sadie’s. We also love watching you interact with your new dog Otto. He loves playing with you and you him.

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Nothing beats a boy and his dog – Guthrie and Otto

Your determination and drive and sense of wonder will serve you well in life Guthrie. Whether it’s school, or sports and someday your career never giving up is one of the best qualities a person can have. I have a feeling that you will be a hockey player being a member of this family and living in Minnesota. And Guthrie Anderson Supple sure sounds like a hockey player!  But whatever your passion turns out to be you will do well because I know already you will give it your all.

Last week I spent a lot of time with you in Minneapolis when I came up to watch you and Sadie for a few days. It also happened to be my birthday. The weather was unusually warm for May so we made the most of it. We were outside a lot – having fun in your swing, playing in the yard, taking long walks, and exploring the nearby nature center. I even took you out to eat a few times and gave you some new foods you never had before.  You loved them!  It was such a fun three days.  I want to thank you and Sadie for one of my best birthdays ever!

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Guthrie is one happy guy and that makes me happy

This is my first blog written to a grandchild who is just turning 1 year old.  I look forward to adding to it each year.  I look forward to spending more time with you in Minnesota and Madison and can’t wait to see you up north at the lake this summer.  That is going to be so fun.  It won’t be long and I will be fishing with you and showing you things I showed your dad.  And you will be a ramblin’ young man like your daddy and I look so forward to exploring with you. I have a feeling you’ll be showing me a thing or two.

I love you and am so proud and happy to call you my grandson Guthrie.
Happy 1st Birthday big guy!

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Keep smiling little buddy; this land was made for you and me

 

“Grandpa Chuck” Supple, chuckie2glove on WordPress, May 22, 2018  Madison, Wisconsin