Wednesday, September 25, 2019

Kids These Days (Are Pretty Great)



When Kristopher saw some kids at his school making fun of a fellow student named Michael for wearing the same clothes every day, he laughed right along with the bullies. Later at home, Kristopher thought about how his actions affected Michael, and he decided to try to make things right. Joined by his friend Antwain, the pair gave Michael a sincere apology and a bag full of brand-new clothes. The act of kindness not only affected young Michael’s life, but also millions of other people when a video clip of their gesture went viral.

Kids these days.

Olivia and Emma, both still years away from being old enough to drive, don’t waste their childhood by staring at their smartphones all day. Instead, they sing and play guitar, ukulele, banjo, bass, and fiddle, and they record albums of original music and perform across the Midwest, often opening for national acts. They’re known as the Burney Sisters, and you can catch them on stage at this weekend’s Roots ‘N’ Blues ‘N’ BBQ Festival in Columbia.

Kids these days.

When 21-year-old Satchel was trapped in the hotel where he works in Beaumont, Texas, during tropical storm Imelda last week, he was the only employee in the building. For the next 32 hours, he cheerfully assisted the 90 hotel guests who were also unable to leave due to the floodwaters outside. He and a few guests even braved the elements and distributed food to truckers who were stranded in their vehicles.

Kids these days.

Less than a year after addressing the Swedish parliament in an effort to voice the concerns of her generation about the climate crisis, 16-year-old Greta sailed across the Atlantic (refusing to fly in a fossil fuel burning jet) and testified before the United States House of Representatives. She also spearheaded a global School Strike for the Climate about which she said, “The symbolism of the climate strike is that if you adults don’t give a damn about my future, I won’t either.”

Kids these days.

Around 400 University of Missouri students gathered in support of the School Climate Strike last Friday at the campus’s famous Speakers Circle. Among those in the crowd was an 18-year-old from Ashland, Missouri, named Alex. With the blessings of a supportive professor, my son skipped class to attend the event. Alex, Greta, and millions of other young people know that the ever-worsening climate crisis is very real, and they know that the corporate greed and political corruption of the older generations are responsible for it.

Kids these days.

People my age and older have a terrible habit of disparaging today’s youth. They see ridiculous and dangerous viral videos of teens doing careless things and ask. “What’s the matter with kids these days?” I answer this question by reminding them that young people have always been impulsive and reckless. The only difference is that when we were young and doing dumb things, smartphones and the internet were not around to permanently memorialize our temporary stupidity.

Before you judge “kids these days”, try walking a mile in their tiny, light-up shoes. The students at my school, ages 5-8, frequently surprise me with their ability to thrive in an increasingly scary world. You may think that today’s children are just a bunch of YouTube-addicted and entitled brats without a care in the world, but you’ve never had to look a roomful of them in their big, tear-filled eyes while having a class discussion about what to do in the event that an active shooter breaks into their school and tries to kill them.
   
Kids these days are more informed, more empathetic, more engaged, and under more emotional stress than young people were in any previous generation. I interact with my students and my three teenagers every day. I know how they think and what they think about. Today’s young people deserve much more credit than they receive for their positivity, strength, kindness, and resilience. They deserve to hear the grown-ups in their lives say, “I’m proud of you.”

Maybe the better question would be, “What’s the matter with adults these days?”

Saturday, December 22, 2018

Links to my books for sale

Here’s a list of links you can follow to order any or all of my published works on amazon.com. They are “print-on-demand”, so allow a few days for printing and shipping. Start your new year with a book or three!

Naked Snow Angels, my first book. A fictionalized autobiography unlike any other book you’ve read.
https://www.amazon.com/Naked-Snow-Angels-Authorized-Biography/dp/1461170761/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1430106034&sr=1-1&keywords=Naked+Snow+Angels

Love & Fried Chicken, a compilation of columns originally published in the Boone County Journal.
https://www.amazon.com/Love-Fried-Chicken-First-Columns/dp/1492260150/ref=tmm_pap_title_0/177-6207253-0513523

686 Words Per Week, a second compilation of newspaper columns from the BCJ.
https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/1973914476/ref=mp_s_a_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1501601084&sr=8-5&pi=AC_SX236_SY340_QL65&keywords=travis+naughton

Be sure to watch for an announcement when my fourth book is published very soon!

Friday, August 17, 2018

The Pen is Mightier than the Shotgun

I wrote this column a few weeks ago, but thought I’d share it again in light of the nationwide movement involving hundreds of media outlets and editorial boards making similar statements.

http://bocojo.com/opinion/pen-mightier-shotgun/

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Dolly and Bruce

Dolly and Bruce: A Love Story

When Dolly Parton asked me if I would like to buy Dollywood, the theme park she owns in Tennessee’s Smoky Mountains, I was flattered and a bit surprised. I could tell during the few minutes we had been conversing that it was important to her to find someone she could trust with her pride and joy

As intriguing as the opportunity was, I knew that I had neither the finances nor the desire to own and operate a multi-million-dollar business. I thanked Dolly for thinking me worthy of carrying on her legacy, and then I politely declined her offer. She was disappointed of course, but smiled bravely as she boarded her tour bus, waved goodbye, and disappeared into the ether.

This was an actual dream I had last weekend. As random and odd as the dream was, it felt very, very real. I remember waking up and thinking how pleasant Dolly Parton was to visit with and how sorry I was to see her go. A certain melancholy stayed with me for the rest of that morning.

In hindsight, I don’t think the dream was so random at all. In fact, I think it was a subconscious metaphor for a similar situation playing out right now in real life, here in Southern Boone County.

Last week, my good friend (and publisher of the Boone County Journal) Mr. Bruce Wallace, announced his intentions to retire from the newspaper business. Unlike Dream Dolly, Bruce hasnot explicitly asked me to buy his business, although a subliminal hint may have been dropped here or there in recent conversations. Nevertheless, this intriguing opportunity is much more realistic than acquiring Dollywood.

But just as it was in Dreamland, I have neither the finances nor the desire to own and operate a business in the real world. Money can be borrowed, but what it truly boils down to is that I do not possess the will to work even half as hard as Bruce Wallace has worked for the 16 years he has owned the Boone County Journal.

Since 2001, Bruce has attended pretty much every single city council and school board meeting, most high school football, soccer, basketball, softball, and volleyball games, track meets, concerts, musicals, and plays as well as countless middle school, elementary school, and primary school events. He reports on every local news story, writes editorials, sells advertisements and subscriptions, formats layouts, takes photographs, and arranges the printing and distribution of a weekly newspaper that readers hold to a high-standard of quality no matter if Bruce has a new grandbaby to visit half a continent away or an overwhelming urge to hide-out in the woods for a week or two.

Being the publisher of a small-market newspaper is a very demanding and very important job. Despite having the Internet and Facebook to help us stay in touch with one another, local newspapers are still the glue that holds small communities together. Southern Boone County is fortunate to have a locally owned and operated newspaper in this increasingly digital and impersonal age. And the word fortunate doesn’t even begin to express how lucky we are to have a man like Bruce Wallace as a member of our Southern Boone family.

Bruce’s contributions to our community are too numerous and invaluable to quantify. Over the last decade and a half, he has touched the lives of virtually every single person living among us—especially me. Bruce has been my friend and mentor for over six years. He has taught me a great deal about both the art of writing and the art of diplomacy. He has called me to the carpet when I’ve crossed the line of respectful discourse, and he has defended me against all of my critics without fail and without reservation.

Bruce Wallace is a kind and decent man who possesses a strong work ethic and a love for his community. No one will be able to fill his shoes when he retires, least of all me.
Maybe the news of Bruce’s impending retirement is really just another dream I had. The possibility of his stepping away doesn’t seem as real as my conversation with Dolly Parton did. If it turns out to be true, then I will be very sorry to see my friend go. And that melancholy feeling I’ll have will stay with me for the rest of my life.