40 years ago

The Pacesetter, a publication subscribed to by our Chamber of Commerce, put it this way. “An organization is comprised of four kinds of bones: Wishbones, who wish someone else would do the work; Jawbones, who provide talking but not much work; Knucklebones, they knock everything anyone else tries to do. Backbones, who get the job done.”

From the June 10, 1969, Forest Park Review

30 years ago

Nothing light and airy in this report. When it takes 45 minutes to extricate victims from a mangled automobile, you’ve performed some heavy, unpleasant duty. Witnesses reported that at 1 a.m. on the Eisenhower Expressway, a fast-traveling station wagon heading west slammed the rear of a sweeper truck, killing the wagon’s driver instantly, throwing his seatmate clear with minimal injuries and seriously injuring the other two passengers.

Using metal saws and mechanical crowbars to pry apart the car’s components, firemen labored nearly an hour to free the two survivors in the car, and the body of the driver. The four young men – all 19 to 21, from Bellwood and Hillside – were transported to Loyola Medical Center, as was the operator of the sweeper.

From the May 9, 1979, Forest Park Review

20 years ago

Continuing last week’s “Memorandum from Children to Parents” …

Don’t make me feel my mistakes are sins. I need to make mistakes without feeling I’m no good.

Don’t nag, or I’ll protect myself by pretending not to hear.

Don’t demand explanations all the time. Sometimes, I really don’t know why I do the things I do.

Don’t tax my honesty too much. I’m easily frightened into telling lies.

Don’t protect me from consequences; I need to learn from experience.

If you put me off when I ask honest questions, I’ll ask elsewhere.

It shouldn’t be below your dignity to apologize to me. An honest apology makes me feel surprisingly warm to you.

Don’t ever suggest that you’re infallible. That’s too much to live up to.

From the April 26, 1989, Forest Park Review

10 years ago

Avanti News Features ran the results of an automotive survey in the March 24, 1999, Review that asked the question, “What’s Your Biggest Annoyance While Driving?” Stifle the wisecracks about your mother-in-law in the back seat, and we’re all left with our own most galling on-the-road complaint.

Number one gripe in this survey? Those who don’t use, or misuse, their turn signals. Ha! My wife really gets on my case about that one … and a lot of non-automotive issues not fit for this column. Of thousands polled, 16 percent indicated that this “bothered” them more than those who ran red lights! Telephone calls while driving, of course, was right up there. Others cited tailgaters, along with those who drive too slowly – as opposed to too fastly? “Too slow” drivers who fail to signal were not highly thought of.

My own favorite P in the A is the driver ahead who, remembering to signal a left-hand turn, waits properly for the unending phalanx of oncoming cars, but doesn’t nose out enough to allow the car behind – me – to also make the same turn. I’m not seeking endangerment here, but a slight creep forward of a foot or two … Argh! I can hardly contain myself just putting it down. From the March 24, 1999, Forest Park Review