Japanese soccer fans take the time to clean up stadium after world cup win

Japan’s courteous soccer fans made sure the only things left in the stadium from Tuesday’s stunning World Cup victory over Colombia were the numbers on the scoreboard.

They drew praise for taking the time to clean up after themselves following the team’s 2-1 victory, combing the aisles for garbage to throw into blue trash bags they had brought themselves to 44,000-seat Mordovia Arena in Russia.

The victory marked the first time a team from Asia has ever beaten a team from soccer-mad South America in the World Cup, but cleaning up afterward was not a first-time experience for Japan’s fans.

They have showed in the past that even a loss won’t prevent them from courteous behavior, as they did the same thing after losing 2-1 to Ivory Coast in the 2014 World Cup in Brazil.

Their good deed didn’t go unnoticed on Tuesday, as World Cup fans were impressed with the good manners of Japan’s supporters.

Their cleanliness also appears to be contagious, as Senegal’s fans followed in a later game by picking up after themselves when they were done celebrating a 2-1 win over Poland.

Hopefully this becomes a new World Cup tradition. Clean up the opponent on the field, and then do the same in the stands.

Filling a void: Local music store donates instruments to area schools

Adam Kary and his mom, Janet Gauthier, opened BlackCat in 2008 after moving to Berkeley Springs from Philadelphia. The shop, located at 155 Independence St., hosts open mic nights, workshops, offers lessons and often holds events.

Kary and Gauthier began without any experience running a store, but moved forward with a drive to offer quality instruments, according to Kary.

Around the time that Black Cat opened, Kary and Gauthier also created the BlackCat School of Rock, a program that allows them to teach teenagers how to work together in a band setting while giving them the chance to perform throughout the year.

Stemming from the BlackCat School of Rock, Gauthier was inspired to create a nonprofit organization called the BlackCat Music Cooperative.

Through the nonprofit, Kary and Gauthier earn grants to purchase instruments they can then donate to schools while also training teachers on how to properly use the instruments, Kary said.

Recently, BlackCat donated 28 ukuleles–in assorted rainbow colors– and 14 tuners to Warm Springs Intermediate School. Afterward, they held a workshop that taught teachers how to play the instruments.

Kary and Gauthier also started the Berkeley Springs Guitar Club with the local Boys & Girls Club. They purchased enough guitars for the members, 10 in total, and then let the kids that completed the program keep the instruments. All 10 kids finished.

“We wanted to start these programs because of the lack of funding for music classes in schools,” Kary said. “It gives kids something to do and fills a void.”

BlackCat donated drums to Hancock High and replaced broken drum heads. Soon, they are doing the same for Berkeley Springs High School. They also donated amps, mics and speakers.

The store will celebrate their 10-year anniversary next week.

Paddy Power has stuck a finger up to Russia and raised £80k for LGBT+ charities

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We’re all pretty concerned about how LGBT+ people are being taken care of at the World Cup.

While the safe house available for LGBT+ fans was shut down and some LGBT+ fans have already been attacked, it’s a more challenging environment than most to watch football.

But Paddy Power’s decision to play a bit of a blinder this tournament has put a smile on everyone’s faces.

Every time Russia scores during the tournament, the betting firm have agreed to donate £10,000 to an LGBT+ charity.

“Following the host’s first game against Saudi Arabia – where they netted five – it was announced that £10,000 of the money will fund 20 members of the LGBT+ community to become fully qualified referees,” the company announced.

“After just two games, Russia have scored EIGHT goals, meaning we are donating £80,000 to LGBT+ causes. And we’re far from done yet! #RainbowRussians ??????????” the betting firm tweeted.

Human rights campaigner Peter Tatchell has also done his bit to critique Russia’s stance on LGBT+ rights.

Peter Tatchell was arrested on the first day of the tournament for protesting the Chechnyan murders and persecution of gay people.

The human rights campaigner was released by police the next day.

He said: “I am required to appear in court on 26 June for violating Federal Law 54 and Presidential Decree 202, which prohibit all protests near the Kremlin and during the World Cup.

“I have written a letter to the Chief of Police of Kitay-Gorod police district, requesting that my court appearance is voided on the grounds that I am flying back to the UK on 18 June.

“I have been told I will be free to leave Russia on that date as planned. I spent one hour and 40 minutes in police custody, from the moment I was detained near the Kremlin to the moment of my release from the police station.

57 years later, Detroit Tigers signee will throw out first pitch

Louis Patler will throw out the first pitch at the Tigers game on Tuesday, June 26, 2018.(Photo: Special to the Detroit Free Press)

If Louis Patler hadn’t hurt his right knee shortly after the Detroit Tigers signed him to a contract in 1961 out of Hollywood High School in Los Angeles, who knows what would have happened? Patler had a big arm and, at least for a couple of months, equally big dreams.
But two weeks after graduation, Patler suffered a serious knee injury playing basketball and the Tigers quickly gave up on him. In the predraft era, the Tigers basically offered Patler a tryout contract they could easily rescind without compensation.
Patler was disillusioned. He turned his back on baseball. He couldn’t bear to think of the sport and the opportunity of a lifetime he had missed.
“I was so heartbroken,” Patler said, “I literally didn’t touch a hardball for at least 10 years.”
Patler decided to turn toward his studies. He eventually made it to Detroit, earning a Ph.D. in sociology at Wayne State in 1972. He became a best-selling author who has written five books and is also a business consultant. In 2017, he spoke at Wayne State’s commencement.
On Tuesday night at Comerica Park, the story comes full circle. That’s when Patler, 74, will throw out ceremonial first pitch before the Tigers’ game against the Oakland Athletics.
“I got the biggest smile on my face,” Patler said of his reaction to being told he would throw out the first pitch. “I was like a little kid. Like, how could this happen?
“You know, there’s some things you can put on a bucket list and some things you would not even imagine to do so because it’s totally out of your control. So this wasn’t even a bucket-list type thing. It’s more like the proverbial dream come true.”
Patler will get his chance to take the mound because of a meeting he had with executives of The Henry Ford while he was in Detroit teaching a class at Wayne State in May. The museum is sponsoring Tuesday’s game and last week invited Patler to throw out the first pitch.
Here’s the interesting thing about Patler’s first pitch. He actually wants to throw it from the mound at the regulation distance of 60 feet, 6 inches. He wants to throw his pitch from the same distance former Tiger Justin Verlander and current Tiger Jordan Zimmermann throw their pitches for one simple reason: Because he does it all the time as a five-time World Series champion in the Men’s Senior Baseball League, a national amateur league for adults.
Even though Patler and baseball were broken up for a decade, they never went through with the divorce.
The ultimate reconciliation came in 1998. Patler had moved to California’s Bay Area and he read an article about the MSBL in his hometown paper, the San Francisco Chronicle. That fall, Patler won the first of his World Series titles. He was 55, and after nearly four decades, he was playing baseball again.
Patler had tried softball and remained tied to baseball through Little League — this is his 32nd year coaching. But he realized he missed the demands of playing baseball.
“From the time of the tryouts, even to the present,” Patler said, “the level of play of hardball, the skill level, the knowledge of the game, the love of the game, knowing all the unwritten rules of the game, it’s so different from hardball to softball. … I just felt so at home so quickly, I never turned back. And I haven’t touched a softball since then.”
Patler started off playing third base and shortstop and eventually moved to pitcher. He says he throws junk and occasionally shows a fastball that can touch 70 miles per hour. But Patler has no illusion about his skill level.
“Coach,” one of his Little Leaguers recently observed, “you guys play really good baseball — slowly.”
Patler never became a star on the diamond. But on Tuesday night, he’ll finally get a chance to shine, if only for a brief moment, on the mound for the Tigers.
Contact Carlos Monarrez at cmonarrez@freepress.com or follow him on Twitter @cmonarrez.

Imams & Rabbi’s Ride Through Berlin

Jewish rabbis and Muslim imams took part in a tandem bike ride through the streets of Berlin in a show of solidarity against anti-Semitism and Islamophobia on Sunday.

The ‘Meet2Respect’ cycle attracted some 150 people, including 50 religious representatives who shared 25 tandem bicycles. A rabbi, and imam and a Christian pastor rode in a rickshaw together.

The unusual group cycled from Berlin’s Holocaust memorial on a route that saw them pass synagogues and mosques. It ended at Bebelplatz square, the site where Nazi’s burned some 200,000 books in 1933.

“We imams and rabbis want to lead by good example,” Berlin imam Ender Cetin told AFP. He explained that his partnership with Jewish leaders sends a signal “to the Muslim community that we will not tolerate anti-Semitism.”

“We are cycling because our world does not want to believe that we were all created by a god whom we do not argue about, but rather whom we – each in a different way – adore,” Rabbi Andreas Nachama said.

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Partners for Patriots connects dogs with disabled veterans

After years of experience training dogs, Cindy Brodie was looking for away to give back by using her dog-training ability.
Brodie has a military family and couldn’t think of a better group to help than veterans.
She, along with her late husband, Jim, established Partners for Patriots in 2009 in Tennessee. The couple started fundraising to be able to provide service dogs for disabled Veterans.

Cindy has trained other service dogs for different needs, but wanted to focus on helping disabled veterans. They wanted to help make things easier for veterans.
“What these dogs do is amazing,” Cindy said. “I wake up every morning loving what I’m doing.”
The organization began to grow and started to run out of space, so the couple was going to have to find a larger place in Tennessee or move back home to Iowa. They decided to move to Iowa and became a non-profit organization in Iowa in January of 2013, continuing to train service dogs for disabled veterans.
A few years later, in June 2016, they purchased an acreage outside of Anthon and put in a dog kennel/training area. Then in October of 2016, Jim passed away.
Almost all of the dogs Cindy trains for veterans are donated or are from a shelter/rescue. The puppies in the program are sent to “puppy raisers,” who donate their time to raise them during the first year after they are born. Currently, there are 10 puppy raisers helping Partners for Patriots.
After a puppy is a little over a year old, it is brought back to Cindy to begin its training. Some of the older dogs that are donated to Partners for Patriots skip the puppy raiser stage and just go through the training process.
Veterans who are interested in a service dog visit the Partners for Patriots website to fill out their information. Brodie then sends them an application. Once completed, the application goes before the Partners for Patriots board for approval. The board consists of six members from around the Siouxland area who have passion for dogs and/or helping veterans.
Sometimes, there is a waiting period for the veterans, depending upon the availability and the training/skills the dog needs.
The training process depends on what the dog needs to learn. For a dog helping a veteran with PTSD, Brodie said the training is about four to six months.

If a dog is going to help a veteran with a dramatic brain injury, they might have to learn to help the veterans with balance or pickup things up and need to learn lots of tasks. This training process could take up to a year.
“The veterans don’t pay a dime,” Brodie said. All of the funding for Partners for Patriots is from donations.
While most of the service dogs from Partners for Patriots stay in Iowa, Nebraska, and South Dakota, Cindy said dogs have been sent all over the United States, including Washington, Arizona, Tennessee, Florida, Alabama, and more.
On average, Partners for Patriots unites between 30 to 40 veterans with service dogs each year.
Cindy trains all of the dogs herself. Recently, a lady has started helping Cindy as an apprentice trainer to learn the ropes of dog training.
Partners for Patriots is having a fundraiser on Saturday, June 23, beginning at 2 p.m., at 3312 210th St., Anthon, for money to improve its training facility. Cindy hopes the program will continue to grow and be able to unite more disabled veterans with service dogs.

football star takes girl with down syndrome to the prom. So cute!


Stephen Kurisco took Sabrina Loughman to the prom this year.

Stephen Kurisco and Sabrina Loughman of Clarkstown on the evening of their prom.(Photo: Submitted/Cathy Hunt)

Sabrina Loughman went to her high school prom with a smile on her face, her mom said, arm-in-arm with an athletic, good-looking young man.
“Sabrina is a great kid,” said her mother, Cathy Hunt. “I just think it’s a pretty amazing thing for her self esteem for her to be able to walk in with this boy.”
Steven Kurisco is “a big jock,” according to his mother. He plays football and lacrosse at Clarkstown South, and surfs. He’s blonde, and tall for his 16 years.
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Sabrina has Down syndrome, and was planning on attending her prom alone. That changed when her sister, Samantha, was chatting on the phone with Stephen’s sister, Victoria. 
Victoria turned to Stephen and asked if he would go to the prom with Sabrina. 
His mother, Kara Kurisco, said he didn’t hesitate.
Stephen Kurisco and Sabrina Loughman of Clarkstown on the evening of their prom. (Photo: Submitted/Cathy Hunt)

“He said, ‘no problem,’” Kurisco recalled. “I said a couple weeks later, ‘I gotta go get you a tux.’”
When the day came, June 20, Stephen in his tuxedo and Sabrina in her dress complete with corsage, the Kuriscos drove the pair to Florentine Gardens in River Vale, New Jersey. They danced and, by all accounts, enjoyed the prom. 
“He was a little nervous at first. But they had a nice time,” Kurisco said. “He had fun and she had a nice time.”
Both the moms thought the overall message was positive. “Be nice and respectful,” Kurisco said. “Today the world is struggling a lot for that.”
Sabrina’s mom said she wanted Stephen to be acknowledged for his simple act of kindness. 
“That’s what I tell my kids. ‘Money and everything is wonderful but I just want you to be good people,’” Hunt said. “People don’t put enough emphasis on kindness and empathy. That is exactly why I wanted Stephen to be recognized.”
Still, it wasn’t completely unexpected. The families have been friendly for a while. 
“I had always joked with Kara when they were little that Stephen’s gonna take Sabrina to the prom,” Hunt said. “This was like 10 years ago.”
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Syrian Refugee in Iraq sets up vet to rescue, help injured animals

ERBIL (Kurdistan 24) – A young Syrian Kurdish refugee has been appealing for other animal-lovers to help in bettering the fate of stray animals in the Kurdistan Region while running a veterinary clinic in a camp.

Ayaz, a Syrian Kurd living in the Kawergosk camp near the Kurdistan Region’s capital of Erbil, fled the civil war which has been plaguing his country for nearly eight years.

Before popular Syrian protests erupted across Damascus and other cities, Ayaz was a fourth-year student at the Faculty of Veterinary Medicine.  The conflict, however, prevented him from completing his studies, with universities closing down and violence spreading.

“I have loved animals since I was a child, so I chose to study veterinary medicine. But the situation in Syria prevented me from completing my studies,” Ayaz told Kurdistan 24.

Ayaz sought refuge in the Kurdistan Region, as hundreds of thousands of other Syrian Kurds have done, but did not let his situation affect his care of animals.

“At the beginning of my journey, there was a cat that was staying in our tent. We loved her so much, but I saw with my own eyes how her kittens died, and I decided I would start helping the animals.”

Volunteers come together to help wounded veterans surf waves of NSB

Wounded Warrior Project, Oceans of Hope Foundation organize adapted surfing event for disabled veterans in NSB

NEW SMYRNA BEACH — Gary Garcia got on that board and started paddling.

He felt the water splash against his face and the hot sun on his back. He had a crew of guys helping along.

Garcia found the right balance Sunday morning — and not just on his surfboard.

Sunday’s second-annual adapted surfing outing with the Wounded Warrior Project and the Oceans of Hope Foundation gave him and others like him an opportunity to clear his mind, enjoy nature, go on vacation with his family and be himself again. Garcia was one of at least three-dozen wounded military veterans who took part in the event at Esther Street Park in New Smryna Beach.

“It gave me a chance to get out of my shell and be around other people and really test myself basically,” Garcia said. “Today was everything I expected. There was a lot of camaraderie and encouragement. I got a sense of accomplishment.”

Garcia, 52, of Tampa, was accompanied by his wife and two children. While a first sergeant in the U.S. Army, he was wounded in 2004 during a tour in Iraq.

Originally from Colorado, Garcia liked the idea of being in the water that featured waves. The ocean was mild Sunday, which made it perfect for those getting on a surfboard for the first time.

Also among the Wounded Warrior surfers was Ben Hart, 41, of Bradenton.

He was catching his breath late in the morning. He sat on a lawn chair under a tent next to his wife, who looked happy that he was happy.

Hart was surprised at how physically taxing surfing can be, but he loved every second of being on the water, especially whenever he caught a wave.

“It’s actually really fun,” Hart said. “Learning how to balance yourself is tough, but once you get that first wave, it really helps balance you out.”

Hart, like Garcia, served tours in both Iraq and Afghanistan. He was injured two separate times — once in 2004 and again in 2005.

He spends most of his days at home while his wife, Yolanda Hart, goes to work. She knew Sunday’s event would be good for her husband because he could socialize and be active.

“I love to see him get out and doing things,” she said. “When I heard about it, I told him, ‘Go baby, have fun.'”

Ben Hart joked about how much his wife wants him to get out of the house more. He smiled, leaned back in his chair and took another long look at the ocean. The same group who coached him on his surfboard was helping another man paddle out to where the waves begin to peak.

“They get us out of our comfort zone,” Hart said of the Wounded Warrior Project. “They get us to try new stuff.”

Bill Hannigan, 47, an Army veteran, is an adaptive sports specialist with the nonprofit organization. He helped organize Sunday’s event.

“This gives opportunities to help you find out what you can do as opposed to what you can’t do,” said Hannigan, 47, who lost the use of his legs following a motorcycle crash in 1995. The crash happened four months after his discharge from the Army.

Today, he still rides a trike. He still gets to feel the wind hit his face while rolling down the highway. That’s the whole point of the Wounded Warrior Project, he said. It helps people regain their spirit by helping them regain the confidence to do the activities they loved the most. It also urges others to attempt something they’ve been too afraid to try.

Oceans of Hope was co-founded by Danny Paltjon, 41, a water enthusiast who became a quadriplegic after suffering a spinal injury from a head-first slide during a softball game 14 years ago.

In 2006, three years after his accident, his family and friends were worried about him and his state of mind. They picked him up and carried him out to the ocean. They wanted to jog his memory — remind him of the sights and sounds and feelings that gave him so much joy during so much of his life. It was the best medicine for him.

“Just the taste of that water and being out there, that made such a difference in my life,” Paltjon said. “There’s nothing like the ocean.”

Oceans of Hope was born largely because of what Paltjon’s friends and family did for him on that day.

On Sunday, Garcia had a similar experience. Being in the water rejuvenated him. When he heard Paltjon’s story, he seemed to get a sense of what went through his mind 12 years ago.

“That’s exactly how I felt today,” Garcia said.

Bob Dole’s final mission – greeting veterans at the national world war II Memorial

Air Force veteran James Howerton, left, reacts as Navy veteran Leon Brooks of Nevada — with son Jerry — greets former senator Bob Dole at the National World War II Memorial in Washington. (Cheryl Diaz Meyer for The Washington Post)
Each Saturday, before Bob Dole sets off on his latest vocation, he has cornflakes, a little sugar on top, and a bottle of chocolate Boost.
It takes less time to get dressed now that the 94-year-old finally allows a nurse to help him, but it remains a rough half-hour on a body racked by injury and age. The blue oxford has to be maneuvered over the dead right arm and the shoulder that was blown away on an Italian hillside. The pressed khakis over the scarred thigh. A pair of North Face running shoes, the likes of which his artillery-blasted hands have been unable to tie since 1945.
Then comes the hard part — getting there. On this particular June Saturday, the Lincoln Town Car with the Kansas plates is unavailable, so Nathanial Lohn, the former Army medic who serves as Dole’s nurse, helps the nonagenarian into Lohn’s Honda Insight. It’s tight, but good enough for the 20-minute drive to a monument the former senator all but built himself.
There, from a handicapped parking spot, he eases into the wheelchair as the greetings begin — “Oh my gosh, Bob Dole!”— finally rolling into his place in the shade just outside the main entrance to the National World War II Memorial.
And then they come, bus after bus, wheelchair after wheelchair, battalions of his bent brothers, stooped with years but steeped in pride, veterans coming to see their country’s monument to their sacrifice and to be welcomed by of one of their country’s icons.
“Good to see you. Where you from?” Dole says, over and over, as they roll close, sometimes one on each side. New York, Tennessee, Nevada, the old roll-call once again. “Let’s get a picture.” “Thank you for your service.” “What about your service?” “How old are you?” “I’m 90.” “I’m 94.” “Where you from?” “Good to see you.”
He’ll do it for more than three hours on this muggy day, more than six hours on others, staying until the last veteran has gone on by to see the grand columns and fountains behind him. They pump his left hand — the one with some numb feeling left — and squeeze his shoulders, and sometimes he gets home not just tired but gently battered by humanity and humidity alike.
“Physically, it takes a toll,” Lohn says, watching his charge from a few feet away with a waiting bottle of water. “I may find five new bruises on him tonight. But he won’t miss it.”
Dole and Vietnam veteran Luther Cole, who was in the Army, thank each other for their service at the World War II Memorial. (Cheryl Diaz Meyer for The Washington Post)
Dole has been coming for years — weather and his health permitting — to greet these groups of aging veterans, brought at no cost from throughout the country by the nonprofit Honor Flight Network. As the many missions of a mission-driven life have faded into history — combat hero, champion for the disabled, Senate majority leader, 1996 Republican presidential candidate — this final calling has remained, down to just Saturdays, sometimes derailed by the doctors, but still a duty to be fulfilled.
“It’s just about the one public service left that I’m doing,” he says. “We don’t have many of the World War II vets left. It’s important to me.”
[A World War II vet’s body lay unclaimed at the morgue. Then his neighbors did something remarkable.]
But it’s important for him, too. He seems to get more energized with each encounter, frail in his chair but his still-bright eyes locking in on the next old tail gunner or rifleman or supply corps clerk trundling toward him.
“I tell them it doesn’t matter where you’re from, what war you served in, whether you were wounded or not wounded,” Dole says. “We’re all in this together.”
He has watched the proportion of World War II veterans fall over the years, from half the bus to just a few per group, the sun setting on the generation that saved the world. “I just met a fellow who was 103 years old,” he says. “Sometimes I’m the kid.”
Maybe it keeps him young, these Saturdays in the shade of history and heroism. Lohn thinks they do, with this year a vast improvement over 2017, when serious health problems kept Dole grounded for months. Dole’s wife, former senator Elizabeth Dole, says her husband is wired to serve.
Army veteran Bill Houser hangs dog tags that belonged to his father, Carl Houser, at the World War II Memorial during an Honor Flight Network visit. (Cheryl Diaz Meyer for The Washington Post)
She joins him frequently on the Saturday outings, helping to direct the receiving line, sharing the tears, doubling the number of Senator Doles in the pictures and stories visitors take home.
“It’s great, all these tremendous men and women,” she says. “Bob has a goal. He wants to make a positive difference in one person’s life every day.”
One Saturday this month, it was Willis Castille, who walked into a Navy recruiting station when he was 15 and spent six years at Saipan, Iwo Jima and other Pacific hot spots. A lot of years in steel mills and auto factories have passed since, and the 90-year-old wasn’t so sure he was up to a one-day flying visit just to see some fountains. (“Hate airplanes. Would rather come by ship.”)
[Americans gave their lives to defeat the Nazis. The Dutch have never forgotten.]
At his home in Indian Mound, Tenn., he keeps an article about Bob Dole, detailing how the Kansan was struck by a shell while aiding a radioman in Italy’s Po Valley. He earned the Bronze Star for valor and was awarded the Purple Heart for injuries that hospitalized him for 2½ years. Sitting in a wheelchair just outside the memorial, Castille found a story more moving than any marble wall.
“He made this worthwhile,” Castille said after his chat with Dole, the senator’s injured hand resting on Castille’s arm while they talked of age and life and the Navy. “The only person I’d rather meet is [Fleet Adm.] Chester Nimitz. But he’s dead.”
Some give Dole military “challenge coins,” which Lohn puts in his backpack to be stored — or displayed — in the Watergate apartment where the Doles have lived for more than 40 years. Mostly they just swap niceties. “I’m 95. I’ve got you beat,” one says, before his escort leans down to correct him. “Oh, I’m 94. We’re both 94.”
“Let’s get a picture,” Dole says.
“I voted for you,” say more than one. A Korean War vet from Nevada asks Dole his opinion of that state’s Republican senator, Dean Heller.
“I think he’s all right” is all Dole will say, still the laconic Midwesterner and practiced pol.
He prefers to leave the politics outside this shrine to national unity, where “E Pluribus Unum” is carved in a nearby wall. But one tourist asks about President Trump, whom Dole endorsed when he clinched the Republican nomination. “What about all the tweeting?” she asks.
“I thought tweeting was for birds,” Dole says. “But he loves it, and he’s not going to quit.”
Dole poses for a photo with Michele Menkes, left, and Tara Brooks while Higgins, Brooks’s service dog, gets water from Jeff Menkes at the memorial. (Cheryl Diaz Meyer for The Washington Post)
Even two hours in, Dole perks up at the passing of any dog or a pretty woman, asking their names (the dogs), leaning up for a peck on the cheek (the women).
“Oh, you want a kiss,” cries Lisa Velez, a middle school teacher escorting a student group from San Clemente, Calif. “Oh, another one? You’re delightful. Thank you, Senator!”
He says he has more fun when his wife doesn’t come with him.
“That’s okay,” Elizabeth Dole says. “When I’m there, I’m hugging and kissing all the men coming through.”
These outings are the highlight of his week, she says. They make it to brunch many Sundays, the Hay-Adams or the Palm. During the week, while she’s busy with the Elizabeth Dole Foundation, which supports military caregivers, he may go into his office at Alston Bird, an international law firm, for a few hours. Until recently, he was raising money for the Dwight D. Eisenhower Memorial, just as he led the campaign that raised more than $170 million for the World War II Memorial, which opened in 2004.
But if his dialing-for-dollar days are largely over, his duty post at the grand marble pond he had built on the Mall endures.
“I sort of have a proprietary interest in the place,” says retired 2nd Lt. Dole of the 10th Mountain Division. “It’s another opportunity to say thank you.”