Stopping harmful habits - does it require incentives or disincentives

Boiled dogs unleashed all summer and fall
Funk Family: Kimberly, Craig, Jill Momma Funk and Jeremy of Mifflintown, Pa.  Same shirts in honor of mom's first race. BY DAVE FREDERICK
June 18, 2013

Grand Mom Rose: “Denial ain’t nothing but a river.” I have a friend whose idea of a practical joke is to spike virgin drinks of recovering alcoholics. That is so awful and so not funny in a twisted funny sort of way. I always defined addiction as any self-destructive behaviors someone else can’t stop that I have no problem with. “Everyone needs a dog to kick,” my recovering friend Casey said. I admit to being addicted to boiled hotdogs prepared and presented by others. Early in the morning or late at night, it’s nothing for me to eat 20 in a week, and my cholesterol is 135 so where’s the disincentive? Why stop, and who you calling fat, Boney James?”

Reverend Eddie - I coached the Rev. Eddie Parker in 1976 - the Cape team won the state title. He was a sprinter running mostly relay legs up through 400 meters. I saw him last Saturday along with 1,100 other people, most of whom I knew, at the Saez life celebration at Eagle's Nest Church. I spoke, then Eddie focused and put together the voice and face and said, ”Coach, you look great, you look the same, you still working out I guess”? The point is, I coached Eddie 38 years ago, and I don’t look the same, but some people are so nice and gracious and Eddie Parker didn’t miss a chance to make me feel better about myself. I told Eddie I now had nine grandchildren and he answered, “I got you beat, coach. I have 13.” Oh man, I coached a person with 13 grandchildren.

Funk family - One great thing about living at the beach is people come to us so we don’t have to travel to places like Mifflintown and Mechanicsburg, Pa., to meet them. I met the Funk family on the Boardwalk Sunday morning; it was Mom’s first race and my kind of sports item, a family named Funk, George Clinton, the king of interplanetary funk appears at the Cork on the summer solstice June 21, running together on Father's Day, two sons and a daughter-in-law to support mom. It was not a dad story; heck, anyone can find one of those. Like Clinton’s “Atomic Dog,“ I always have my nose to the ground, “Why must I be like that, why must I chase the cat, it's just the dog in me. Bow wow wow yippie-yo- yippe-yeah.”

Piano Man - Here is grandson Mikey just 8 years old a freaky fast and coordinated athletic person taking a break during his sister Anna’s and cousin John Colucci’s graduation celebration last Sunday night. Mike is rocking the Notre Dame lax shirt; his mother Liza graduated from N.D. Local coach Mark D'Ambrogi’s cousin Kevin Corrigan is the head coach of the Irish. Grand Mom Rose: “Legacy ain’t nothing but a Subaru.” That is true, but with grades and test scores and lacrosse talent you get one foot in the door. You can play ragtime and boogie-woogie and the pipe organ at chapel then legacy may come into play. The lesson to parents of athletes is, “Make sure your kid has a major talent that isn’t sports.”

The Caboose - Frank Cusmano is a 58-year-old carpenter/relentless runner dude from Seaford who runs with an onboard internal defibrillator. Frank mostly registers as The Caboose although at the Milton 5K he registered as D Fibrillator. Frank runs without a shirt so I figured the question “what the heck is that” was fair game. “I’ve had it about 10 years,” Frank said before the Father’s Day race. “I think I only set it off once.” A defibrillator responds with an electrical impulse if it recognizes the heart is in danger; a pacemaker is designed to control heartbeat. Sort of like running with an iPod to control boredom.

Snippets - The Cape high school campus is teeming with activities all day every day throughout the hot summer with energized young people pursuing their passions under the guidance of coaches, teachers and mentors. Ninety percent of adults who attend school meetings can never be found anywhere where actual kids are knocking about; too busy looking out for their well-being I suppose?

Driving, biking and walking Route 1 takes all your skills and senses. Don’t be stupid with your smartphone and just assume everyone else is drunk and play good defense; you’ll be right 30 percent of the time. Go on now, git!