Neighborhood Picnic - Version 2010
9/13/2010 10:48:33 PM
Just returned from the now-annual trek to Chicago to participate in the "neighborhood picnic" or "Dam Jam" as it's increasingly called. It's hard to believe we've now done this for five years. The first event in 2006 of a group of old friends getting together to play music at a picnic in a Chicago forest preserve was only envisioned as a one-time event celebrating some of us turning 50. It's now has a kind of perpetual motion of its own. The expectations are that we'll continue and, in fact, brooding about improvements to the process continue to dominate the conversations; from more elaborate sound systems to recording arrangements and video compositions. This event is a huge amount of work for all of us. For me it involves loads of rehearsing, a 1500 mile drive, packing, unloading, reloading, video-taping, photographing, practicing, more loading and unloading. And then there's the actual playing. Martha frequently asks me - incredulously - with all the anxiety, work, pressure, nerves and angst, is it really worth it?? "I mean, are you actually having fun?" To be sure, I didn't suffer quite the anxiety and confidence melt-down I have in past years. Part of that was preparation and part of it was a greater appreciation of the support by my buddies. While he's a tough task-master, Dan is supportive. And the comradarie includes a health dose tolerance - or even forgiveness. Yes, I screwed up a couple things (that ending to Suzy Q was especially lame) - but most of the others I muddled through passably. So while I came away somewhat frustrated in my performance -- knowing that I'm capable of so much better -- I was encouraged enough to keep at it. My struggle on the drums is psychological. Technically, I've come a long way and will continue to learn. Assertiveness and confidence - and the spontaneity that come with them - is my challenge. Fortunately my friends gave me the opportunity - and patience - to realize that capability. So out of sense of gratitude and loyalty I'll continue to push myself and support this wacky, but wonderful event. At least until my back gives out.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Summer 2010 - Phase II
Summer 2010 Phase II
8/29/2010 9:07:29 PM
Captains Log – Stardate August 11, 2010 to August 21, 2010
A Journal of our Trip out West
Synopsis
· Wednesday – August 11 – Left the house at 8:00. Jamie drove us to Dulles. Took Southwest to Denver. Caught the SuperShuttle to B & B RV Rental. Got the briefing on the vehicle (and had to pay an extra $230 for insurance. Took off and struggled through Denver traffic up to Cheyenne, Wyoming. Stopped at a Denny’s nearby for dinner and go to the RV park just at dusk. Struggle a bit figuring out the hookups for the first time.
· Thursday – August 12 – Packed up the RV and made the long drive across Wyoming to Jackson. Very windy and very desolate. Hard to believe there is that much open space. Stopped to eat lunch in a spot called Three Forks (?). Struggled across the top of a mountain range that was under construction!! When we finally took a turn towards the northeast we saw our first, breathtaking view of the Tetons through a haze. Incredible. We drove past them and into Jackson (almost out of gas!) and found the KOA south of town on the Snake River and Horse Creek – with a couple dozen yards. The boys enjoyed skipping stones along the Rushing Snake River.
· Friday – August 13 – When we got up we shuffled over to the office where we donned wet suits for a whitewater trip down the Snake River. It was a gorgeous day. Unfortunately, Chris decided to sit up front where he took the brunt of the crashing waves and became very cold, wearing a cotton shirt. He switched places with Patrick and sat behind me, but he was shivering quite a bit. Not a good experience for a 16 year old who didn’t want to be there anyway. Afterwards we were given a box lunch by the river. After hanging out at the campsite, we drove into Jackson where we walked around the shops and went to dinner at the Silver Dollar Grill at the Wort Hotel.
· Saturday – August 14 – Checked out of the KOA and drive up through Jackson to the Teton mountains. Got out at the String Lake picnic area to have lunch; then hiked around it – about 5 miles. A beautiful hike; gorgeous scenery, mild temperatures. Very invigorating. Just a bit marred by Chris (and Patrick who followed him) who rushed ahead. The horses heading back to the barn. Midafternoon we headed up another 20+ miles to the Flagg Ranch; a remote Park owned (privately-operated) campground with more wooded sites and a lodge. Got some boxes of wood and built a campfire and made S’mores.
· Sunday – August 15 – From Flagg Ranch the south entrance to Yellowstone is only two miles away and we devoted the day to exploring what we could. Saw the Lewis Falls, then went to see Old Faithful go off; then stopped by some exotic hot springs with wild colors. Sticking to the “south loop” we turned east and got caught up in construction and traffic. (!?!?!) Too many people. Stopped at a wayside for a picnic lunch. Then managed to get to Canyon village visitors center and when went down and hiked down to see Lower Falls and then along the north canyon ridge to Lookout Point and Grand View…..trailing along a very disgruntled 16 year old. Martha was incredibly nervous the whole time with steep drop-offs. Turning south we came across herds of buffalo with many cars stopped and people out looking at them – a big ‘no-no.’ I was tired and the boys were getting irritable We stopped at the Grant Village to see if there was a decent restaurant (and for me to send an e-mail on not making a morning conference call). But no luck on either score, so we went back to Flagg Ranch where we ate in the Lodge. Turns out the Chicago Bears were playing the San Diego Chargers on the bar television, so after setting up the RV, Nathan and I went back to have a couple drinks and watch.
· Monday – August 16 – Since the previous day was tiring and we knew that Tuesday would bring a long drive to South Dakota, we decided to take it easy – like taking a day off. While we originally planned to spend another day in Yellowstone, the crowds and the general confinement persuaded us to do something different. Martha suggested we simply go back down to the Teton area and rent kayaks on Jenny Lake. So we spent the morning lounging around the campsite and headed back down south around noon. We had trouble finding a parking space, so we went off to a “turnout” and fixed lunch in the RV with a beautiful view of the Tetons. When we went back, we got a space, and kayaked around Jenny Lake for an hour and a half (again, with a grumbling 16 year old). On the drive back we stopped at a grocery store at Colbert Village and Nathan and I were stuck in a shower getting the groceries out to the RV. Had another nice fire where we cooked brats and S’mores.
· Tuesday – August 17 – Driving, driving, driving. We got up early and headed east, saying goodbye to the Tetons and initially struggling across a horrendous construction project across the top of the mountains. Then a long – ten hour – drive across Wyoming to South Dakota. All the while Patrick marveled at the “all the nothing” that is Wyoming and the amusing population signs on some of the towns….Lost Springs – Population 1 (??) At about 7:00 we arrived in Custer and the Beaver Lake Campground. Much more developed than where we’d been. The private campground had more hub-bub, a pool, waterslide and a bunch of bunnies that lived on the property. The town was much less sophisticated than where we’d been. More rural “poorer folk” and a lot of bikers – most of them older. Clearly they depended on tourism. We got our spot at Beaver then went shopping in town. On our return, we quickly did our hookups and the boys figured out the cable t.v. Oh, joy!
· Wednesday – August 18 -- A touristy kind of day. We drove to the nearby Crazy Horse Memorial ($27.00 to get in!!). We toured the facility and watched the movie and we’re very impressed with the legacy of the sculptor and his family and their dedication to the project, funded completely with private support. We were also impressed with the scale of the project. Mount Rushmore, which is only about 60 feet high, could fit in a small corner of Crazy Horse, with is 571 feet high. We next went to Mount Rushmore and it did, indeed, seem somewhat small. We walked along the “President’s Path” to get a closer look and then stopped by a Sculptor’s Studio to see some background. Patrick got intrigued with a couple books there – Poems of Abraham Lincoln (didn’t know he’d written any) and a speech by Theodore Roosevelt “The Strenuous Life” about personal character and development. Since I didn’t have any money at the time we all had to go back to the RV, get the cash, then Patrick and I ran back down the paths to buy the books. I wanted to encourage it. It was the only time we rolled the RV up on to blocks to keep it level to prevent the fridge from konking out. Next we decided to take in a couple of the cute, little touristy towns. We first pulled through Keystone, which is notoriously touristy, and since we couldn’t easily find a parking space, just passed on through. So we went on to Hill City, another touristy town with a distinct biker flavor. After walking around the shops a bit, got some ice cream and then headed back to the campground. Patrick, Nathan and Marth went to the pool and waterslide and we cooked brats and made S’mores over a campfire.
· Thursday – August 19 – Decided to make it more of an outdoors-ish day. Driving into Custer State Park we quickly came across a huge male buffalo walking down the road! A bit further in we turned a corner and came face-to-face with an entire herd! They were all over and cars were stopped voluntarily to view them or blocked by the buffalo on the road. We parked and went over to the visitors center where we got directions on a hiking path. After struggling to find the route we dodged poison ivy along a meandering path that eventually climbed up to the top of a hill to a location called Lover’s Leap. The 16-year old again grumbled throughout the journey. When we got the end of the trail we were on the other side of the buffalo herd and had to skirt them along the road to get back to our RV; which terrified Martha. After eating lunch in the RV we continuing around the Wilderness Loop and came across some burros who could be legitimately fed because they were not technically “wild” but had been set free from tours up a nearby mountain. Big moochers. They got some carrots from us. It was really beautiful country. It looked like it could be “god’s golf course” with rolling hills broken up by patches of evergreen trees in great long expanses that seemed so peaceful. At the end of the route we stopped for a picture with our “trusty steed” then stopped by the grocery store (again) on our way back to Beaver Lake Campground. Patrick and Nathan went back to the waterslide. We made our remaining meal (Hamburger Helper) and had a final evening of roasting S’mores over a campfire.
· Friday – August 20 – I got up early, disconnected the lines to the RV and pulled the slider in, allowing the boys to sleep a bit longer while we got under way. We had to make it back to Denver from Custer, South Dakota by 2:00 or 3:00. Once we made it there, I pulled up to the Renaissance Hotel and we packed all our things up and emptied the RV. I left them to check in while I returned the RV to B&B Rental a couple blocks away. I turns out the hotel was quite nice (and only $125.00 for the night). We were all sharing one room, but we were already used to the RV and it was only for one night. It was only 3:30 so we headed down to the workout room – except Chris, who stayed in the room watching t.v. We worked for a while and then went out to the pool and the Jacuzzi. There seemed to be a gay-lesbian reception going on at poolside, but they didn’t seem to mind. They had a snack table, though, and Patrick and Nathan kept asking if they could possibly have any. After getting cleaned up we were given a shuttle over to a nearby shopping area and went to an Olive Garden for dinner. Afterwards we walked over to a Bass Pro Shop to look around – Martha was slightly shocked, though she did end up buying a couple things. Then the hotel provided a shuttle to come and pick us up.
· Saturday – August 21 – Heading home. We enjoyed a very extensive breakfast buffet at the hotel – though the boys eyes’ were bigger than their stomachs and left quite a bit. Then caught a hotel shuttle over to the airport, dropped our bags at curbside and went through the usual security dance (Patrick had to lose his pocket knife!) We changed planes in Chicago at Midway, where we got some lunch – as well some disturbing news about Jamie. Then after the flight back to Dulles were picked up by Gaye Warner, Ellis’ mom.
· The trip was an adventure and while it cost quite a bit, was well worth it. It was distinctively different from our usual routine, gave us a chance to break out of our shell with a unique perspective – and were pleasantly surprised by the camper life – gave the boys a chance to see something they’ve never seen before and will remember for years to come. And maybe most importantly, gave us a common bonding experience that we’ll all remember. At the end of days, those are the things we remember most and are the most important.
8/29/2010 9:07:29 PM
Captains Log – Stardate August 11, 2010 to August 21, 2010
A Journal of our Trip out West
Synopsis
· Wednesday – August 11 – Left the house at 8:00. Jamie drove us to Dulles. Took Southwest to Denver. Caught the SuperShuttle to B & B RV Rental. Got the briefing on the vehicle (and had to pay an extra $230 for insurance. Took off and struggled through Denver traffic up to Cheyenne, Wyoming. Stopped at a Denny’s nearby for dinner and go to the RV park just at dusk. Struggle a bit figuring out the hookups for the first time.
· Thursday – August 12 – Packed up the RV and made the long drive across Wyoming to Jackson. Very windy and very desolate. Hard to believe there is that much open space. Stopped to eat lunch in a spot called Three Forks (?). Struggled across the top of a mountain range that was under construction!! When we finally took a turn towards the northeast we saw our first, breathtaking view of the Tetons through a haze. Incredible. We drove past them and into Jackson (almost out of gas!) and found the KOA south of town on the Snake River and Horse Creek – with a couple dozen yards. The boys enjoyed skipping stones along the Rushing Snake River.
· Friday – August 13 – When we got up we shuffled over to the office where we donned wet suits for a whitewater trip down the Snake River. It was a gorgeous day. Unfortunately, Chris decided to sit up front where he took the brunt of the crashing waves and became very cold, wearing a cotton shirt. He switched places with Patrick and sat behind me, but he was shivering quite a bit. Not a good experience for a 16 year old who didn’t want to be there anyway. Afterwards we were given a box lunch by the river. After hanging out at the campsite, we drove into Jackson where we walked around the shops and went to dinner at the Silver Dollar Grill at the Wort Hotel.
· Saturday – August 14 – Checked out of the KOA and drive up through Jackson to the Teton mountains. Got out at the String Lake picnic area to have lunch; then hiked around it – about 5 miles. A beautiful hike; gorgeous scenery, mild temperatures. Very invigorating. Just a bit marred by Chris (and Patrick who followed him) who rushed ahead. The horses heading back to the barn. Midafternoon we headed up another 20+ miles to the Flagg Ranch; a remote Park owned (privately-operated) campground with more wooded sites and a lodge. Got some boxes of wood and built a campfire and made S’mores.
· Sunday – August 15 – From Flagg Ranch the south entrance to Yellowstone is only two miles away and we devoted the day to exploring what we could. Saw the Lewis Falls, then went to see Old Faithful go off; then stopped by some exotic hot springs with wild colors. Sticking to the “south loop” we turned east and got caught up in construction and traffic. (!?!?!) Too many people. Stopped at a wayside for a picnic lunch. Then managed to get to Canyon village visitors center and when went down and hiked down to see Lower Falls and then along the north canyon ridge to Lookout Point and Grand View…..trailing along a very disgruntled 16 year old. Martha was incredibly nervous the whole time with steep drop-offs. Turning south we came across herds of buffalo with many cars stopped and people out looking at them – a big ‘no-no.’ I was tired and the boys were getting irritable We stopped at the Grant Village to see if there was a decent restaurant (and for me to send an e-mail on not making a morning conference call). But no luck on either score, so we went back to Flagg Ranch where we ate in the Lodge. Turns out the Chicago Bears were playing the San Diego Chargers on the bar television, so after setting up the RV, Nathan and I went back to have a couple drinks and watch.
· Monday – August 16 – Since the previous day was tiring and we knew that Tuesday would bring a long drive to South Dakota, we decided to take it easy – like taking a day off. While we originally planned to spend another day in Yellowstone, the crowds and the general confinement persuaded us to do something different. Martha suggested we simply go back down to the Teton area and rent kayaks on Jenny Lake. So we spent the morning lounging around the campsite and headed back down south around noon. We had trouble finding a parking space, so we went off to a “turnout” and fixed lunch in the RV with a beautiful view of the Tetons. When we went back, we got a space, and kayaked around Jenny Lake for an hour and a half (again, with a grumbling 16 year old). On the drive back we stopped at a grocery store at Colbert Village and Nathan and I were stuck in a shower getting the groceries out to the RV. Had another nice fire where we cooked brats and S’mores.
· Tuesday – August 17 – Driving, driving, driving. We got up early and headed east, saying goodbye to the Tetons and initially struggling across a horrendous construction project across the top of the mountains. Then a long – ten hour – drive across Wyoming to South Dakota. All the while Patrick marveled at the “all the nothing” that is Wyoming and the amusing population signs on some of the towns….Lost Springs – Population 1 (??) At about 7:00 we arrived in Custer and the Beaver Lake Campground. Much more developed than where we’d been. The private campground had more hub-bub, a pool, waterslide and a bunch of bunnies that lived on the property. The town was much less sophisticated than where we’d been. More rural “poorer folk” and a lot of bikers – most of them older. Clearly they depended on tourism. We got our spot at Beaver then went shopping in town. On our return, we quickly did our hookups and the boys figured out the cable t.v. Oh, joy!
· Wednesday – August 18 -- A touristy kind of day. We drove to the nearby Crazy Horse Memorial ($27.00 to get in!!). We toured the facility and watched the movie and we’re very impressed with the legacy of the sculptor and his family and their dedication to the project, funded completely with private support. We were also impressed with the scale of the project. Mount Rushmore, which is only about 60 feet high, could fit in a small corner of Crazy Horse, with is 571 feet high. We next went to Mount Rushmore and it did, indeed, seem somewhat small. We walked along the “President’s Path” to get a closer look and then stopped by a Sculptor’s Studio to see some background. Patrick got intrigued with a couple books there – Poems of Abraham Lincoln (didn’t know he’d written any) and a speech by Theodore Roosevelt “The Strenuous Life” about personal character and development. Since I didn’t have any money at the time we all had to go back to the RV, get the cash, then Patrick and I ran back down the paths to buy the books. I wanted to encourage it. It was the only time we rolled the RV up on to blocks to keep it level to prevent the fridge from konking out. Next we decided to take in a couple of the cute, little touristy towns. We first pulled through Keystone, which is notoriously touristy, and since we couldn’t easily find a parking space, just passed on through. So we went on to Hill City, another touristy town with a distinct biker flavor. After walking around the shops a bit, got some ice cream and then headed back to the campground. Patrick, Nathan and Marth went to the pool and waterslide and we cooked brats and made S’mores over a campfire.
· Thursday – August 19 – Decided to make it more of an outdoors-ish day. Driving into Custer State Park we quickly came across a huge male buffalo walking down the road! A bit further in we turned a corner and came face-to-face with an entire herd! They were all over and cars were stopped voluntarily to view them or blocked by the buffalo on the road. We parked and went over to the visitors center where we got directions on a hiking path. After struggling to find the route we dodged poison ivy along a meandering path that eventually climbed up to the top of a hill to a location called Lover’s Leap. The 16-year old again grumbled throughout the journey. When we got the end of the trail we were on the other side of the buffalo herd and had to skirt them along the road to get back to our RV; which terrified Martha. After eating lunch in the RV we continuing around the Wilderness Loop and came across some burros who could be legitimately fed because they were not technically “wild” but had been set free from tours up a nearby mountain. Big moochers. They got some carrots from us. It was really beautiful country. It looked like it could be “god’s golf course” with rolling hills broken up by patches of evergreen trees in great long expanses that seemed so peaceful. At the end of the route we stopped for a picture with our “trusty steed” then stopped by the grocery store (again) on our way back to Beaver Lake Campground. Patrick and Nathan went back to the waterslide. We made our remaining meal (Hamburger Helper) and had a final evening of roasting S’mores over a campfire.
· Friday – August 20 – I got up early, disconnected the lines to the RV and pulled the slider in, allowing the boys to sleep a bit longer while we got under way. We had to make it back to Denver from Custer, South Dakota by 2:00 or 3:00. Once we made it there, I pulled up to the Renaissance Hotel and we packed all our things up and emptied the RV. I left them to check in while I returned the RV to B&B Rental a couple blocks away. I turns out the hotel was quite nice (and only $125.00 for the night). We were all sharing one room, but we were already used to the RV and it was only for one night. It was only 3:30 so we headed down to the workout room – except Chris, who stayed in the room watching t.v. We worked for a while and then went out to the pool and the Jacuzzi. There seemed to be a gay-lesbian reception going on at poolside, but they didn’t seem to mind. They had a snack table, though, and Patrick and Nathan kept asking if they could possibly have any. After getting cleaned up we were given a shuttle over to a nearby shopping area and went to an Olive Garden for dinner. Afterwards we walked over to a Bass Pro Shop to look around – Martha was slightly shocked, though she did end up buying a couple things. Then the hotel provided a shuttle to come and pick us up.
· Saturday – August 21 – Heading home. We enjoyed a very extensive breakfast buffet at the hotel – though the boys eyes’ were bigger than their stomachs and left quite a bit. Then caught a hotel shuttle over to the airport, dropped our bags at curbside and went through the usual security dance (Patrick had to lose his pocket knife!) We changed planes in Chicago at Midway, where we got some lunch – as well some disturbing news about Jamie. Then after the flight back to Dulles were picked up by Gaye Warner, Ellis’ mom.
· The trip was an adventure and while it cost quite a bit, was well worth it. It was distinctively different from our usual routine, gave us a chance to break out of our shell with a unique perspective – and were pleasantly surprised by the camper life – gave the boys a chance to see something they’ve never seen before and will remember for years to come. And maybe most importantly, gave us a common bonding experience that we’ll all remember. At the end of days, those are the things we remember most and are the most important.
Summer 2010 - Phase I
Summer 2010 Phase I
6/21/2010 11:12:44 PM
Each summer Martha and I have to juggle a series of trips back to the midwest - and this year presented some new wrinkles. Patrick and Nathan went to camp at Camp Highlands in northern Wisconsin (Nathan for the first time) just as school ended. Normally we'd put them on a plane to Chicago where they'd be picked up by the Camp counselors. But this year I drove them back - in my new car - stopping off at Tom & Joan Smith's in Indiana. The scheduling was fortunate since my Chicago "Picnic Band" friends were plotting a practice for that weekend and it allowed me to join. Dropped the boys off on a Sunday morning, did the practice that day, stayed at my aunts through Monday and drove back to Virginia by myself on Tuesday.
Back in VA, the quiet of the house was eerie. Just Martha, Chris and me (and sometimes Jamie when he was around). We missed the 'little guys' terribly and Chris suffered a bit of overload from mom's more intense focus on him. But three weeks later - July 8 - Martha drove back to Chicago to pick them up; stopping to see her college roommate in West Virginia, and the Smith's in Indiana. After getting the boys in Chicago, she took them to stay at her sister's in Evanston, went out to see my aunt in Lake Zurich and then up to Castle Park in Michigan. In the meantime, Chris and I were home alone - again, with Jamie making fleeting appearances. I tried to minimize the time I had to be working downtown over the next few weeks; taking him to work at Endless Summer Harvest, up to Frank's for lessons and out on driving lessons since he's just gotten his permit.
On July 26, Chris and I flew from Dulles to Midway, bopped around Chicago for a few hours, then got on Amtrak for the ride up to Holland. I was thrilled to see Martha and the boys. I hadn't seen them in almost six weeks. And it was nice to begin some kind of personal vacation and get some relaxation. The following Friday I arranged to drive over to Chicago with the van. I arranged meeting with Wade Nelson, Ellen Warren and Thom Serafin at the former Ricardo's - and had asked Bob Allen and Matt Osterholt to join us. Bobby & Matt ultimately didn't make it, but I had a wonderful time. We'd also arranged for Jamie to fly into Chicago that day and he took the "L" out to Oak Park to stay with former neighbors, the Helwigs. On Saturday, I drove down to pick him up and went back to Lake Zurich and then took him with me to Dan Van Schindel's - where Dan really bent his ear on how he ought to be moving on with his life. (I could not have scripted it better myself). We took my aunt out to dinner at Hackney's and decided we'd go back to Castle Park that night. Jamie drove most of the way -- sometimes a little too quickly -- and we had some very good bonding chats -- arriving around 1:00 am.
6/21/2010 11:12:44 PM
Each summer Martha and I have to juggle a series of trips back to the midwest - and this year presented some new wrinkles. Patrick and Nathan went to camp at Camp Highlands in northern Wisconsin (Nathan for the first time) just as school ended. Normally we'd put them on a plane to Chicago where they'd be picked up by the Camp counselors. But this year I drove them back - in my new car - stopping off at Tom & Joan Smith's in Indiana. The scheduling was fortunate since my Chicago "Picnic Band" friends were plotting a practice for that weekend and it allowed me to join. Dropped the boys off on a Sunday morning, did the practice that day, stayed at my aunts through Monday and drove back to Virginia by myself on Tuesday.
Back in VA, the quiet of the house was eerie. Just Martha, Chris and me (and sometimes Jamie when he was around). We missed the 'little guys' terribly and Chris suffered a bit of overload from mom's more intense focus on him. But three weeks later - July 8 - Martha drove back to Chicago to pick them up; stopping to see her college roommate in West Virginia, and the Smith's in Indiana. After getting the boys in Chicago, she took them to stay at her sister's in Evanston, went out to see my aunt in Lake Zurich and then up to Castle Park in Michigan. In the meantime, Chris and I were home alone - again, with Jamie making fleeting appearances. I tried to minimize the time I had to be working downtown over the next few weeks; taking him to work at Endless Summer Harvest, up to Frank's for lessons and out on driving lessons since he's just gotten his permit.
On July 26, Chris and I flew from Dulles to Midway, bopped around Chicago for a few hours, then got on Amtrak for the ride up to Holland. I was thrilled to see Martha and the boys. I hadn't seen them in almost six weeks. And it was nice to begin some kind of personal vacation and get some relaxation. The following Friday I arranged to drive over to Chicago with the van. I arranged meeting with Wade Nelson, Ellen Warren and Thom Serafin at the former Ricardo's - and had asked Bob Allen and Matt Osterholt to join us. Bobby & Matt ultimately didn't make it, but I had a wonderful time. We'd also arranged for Jamie to fly into Chicago that day and he took the "L" out to Oak Park to stay with former neighbors, the Helwigs. On Saturday, I drove down to pick him up and went back to Lake Zurich and then took him with me to Dan Van Schindel's - where Dan really bent his ear on how he ought to be moving on with his life. (I could not have scripted it better myself). We took my aunt out to dinner at Hackney's and decided we'd go back to Castle Park that night. Jamie drove most of the way -- sometimes a little too quickly -- and we had some very good bonding chats -- arriving around 1:00 am.
25th Wedding Anniversary
25th Wedding Anniversary
5/31/2010 12:43:54 PM
Martha and I were to celebrate our 25th anniversary on May 24th this year. I've never been very successful getting her either clothing or jewelry - and besides, that seemed a little conventional. So to do something special I calculated that a grand surprise trip for just the two of us would fit the bill. My first thought was Montreal or Quebec City, but her passport was out of date and couldn't exactly ask her to get it renewed without an explanation. The next best choice for a quick escape became New York, with some nice dinners and a show. After a couple months looking over hotels and Broadway plays, I made reservations and got recommendations from a knowlegable New York colleague. I also made arrangements with three of the boys friends' parents to take them for two nights. Thank god for friends and neighbors - and they were very welcoming. Leading up to the event, Martha kept asking what we were doing and I'd assured her that I'd had something planned and she was getting increasingly intrigued and worried -- until another friend unknowingly e-mailed her a "have fun in New York" note. Oh, well. But at least I still had some other elements of surprise. Cute incident; the night before she asked when we were leaving. I said 9:30 the next morning. She bolted up, 'my god, when were you going to tell me?' I told her my plan was to wake her up at 7:30 and say 'get packed, we're leaving in two hours' to which she informed me you can't tell a woman to pack in two hours. What was I thinking??
Anyway, we took the train up to Manhattan that morning and cabbed over to the Muse Hotel, a cute boutique place near Times Square. After getting settled we walked up to Central Park, over to 72nd on the upper west side, then back down to Columbus Circle and then tried to go though the Jazz at Lincoln Center facility. Grabbed a cab to get back in time and go to dinner at Circo, an amusing Italian restaurant based in the Cirque du Soleil, then walked down through Rockefeller Center and back to Times Square and came up the idea of going to Birdland, the jazz club, and heard a wonderful Afro-Cuban band. The next day - on our anniversay - we had breakfast at the hotel and decided to walk around town. Walking with Martha is a mistake for anyone not in decent shape. She walks VERY quickly and even complained about the "slow" New Yorkers. We took the subway down to Soho, walked by NYU to the Village, over to Chinatown and Little Italy (where we stopped at an outdoor cafe for a cappacino), then down to Fulton street waterfront, over to the Brooklyn Bridge and then up Wall Street where we sat in Trinity Church and toured the old cemetery. Finally, took the subway back to Times Square. I did, after all, take a chance on a gift; a modest necklace of fresh water pearls, which she actually liked (surprised me!). Our anniversay dinner was at Esca, an eclectic seafood restaurant with an intimidating and expensive menu. Then off to the show; Rock of Ages, a comedy-musical about 80's hair band rock. Turned out we ended up with front row seats and the show was wonderful!! Far better than my expectations. The next day we grabbed a quick breakfast at a diner near Times Square, then grabbed a cab to Penn Station for the train home. Martha was very grateful for the whole experience and opened both our eyes to what more we could and should be doing. But a fantastic experience and memory.
5/31/2010 12:43:54 PM
Martha and I were to celebrate our 25th anniversary on May 24th this year. I've never been very successful getting her either clothing or jewelry - and besides, that seemed a little conventional. So to do something special I calculated that a grand surprise trip for just the two of us would fit the bill. My first thought was Montreal or Quebec City, but her passport was out of date and couldn't exactly ask her to get it renewed without an explanation. The next best choice for a quick escape became New York, with some nice dinners and a show. After a couple months looking over hotels and Broadway plays, I made reservations and got recommendations from a knowlegable New York colleague. I also made arrangements with three of the boys friends' parents to take them for two nights. Thank god for friends and neighbors - and they were very welcoming. Leading up to the event, Martha kept asking what we were doing and I'd assured her that I'd had something planned and she was getting increasingly intrigued and worried -- until another friend unknowingly e-mailed her a "have fun in New York" note. Oh, well. But at least I still had some other elements of surprise. Cute incident; the night before she asked when we were leaving. I said 9:30 the next morning. She bolted up, 'my god, when were you going to tell me?' I told her my plan was to wake her up at 7:30 and say 'get packed, we're leaving in two hours' to which she informed me you can't tell a woman to pack in two hours. What was I thinking??
Anyway, we took the train up to Manhattan that morning and cabbed over to the Muse Hotel, a cute boutique place near Times Square. After getting settled we walked up to Central Park, over to 72nd on the upper west side, then back down to Columbus Circle and then tried to go though the Jazz at Lincoln Center facility. Grabbed a cab to get back in time and go to dinner at Circo, an amusing Italian restaurant based in the Cirque du Soleil, then walked down through Rockefeller Center and back to Times Square and came up the idea of going to Birdland, the jazz club, and heard a wonderful Afro-Cuban band. The next day - on our anniversay - we had breakfast at the hotel and decided to walk around town. Walking with Martha is a mistake for anyone not in decent shape. She walks VERY quickly and even complained about the "slow" New Yorkers. We took the subway down to Soho, walked by NYU to the Village, over to Chinatown and Little Italy (where we stopped at an outdoor cafe for a cappacino), then down to Fulton street waterfront, over to the Brooklyn Bridge and then up Wall Street where we sat in Trinity Church and toured the old cemetery. Finally, took the subway back to Times Square. I did, after all, take a chance on a gift; a modest necklace of fresh water pearls, which she actually liked (surprised me!). Our anniversay dinner was at Esca, an eclectic seafood restaurant with an intimidating and expensive menu. Then off to the show; Rock of Ages, a comedy-musical about 80's hair band rock. Turned out we ended up with front row seats and the show was wonderful!! Far better than my expectations. The next day we grabbed a quick breakfast at a diner near Times Square, then grabbed a cab to Penn Station for the train home. Martha was very grateful for the whole experience and opened both our eyes to what more we could and should be doing. But a fantastic experience and memory.
Spring Break
Spring Break
4/4/2010 8:03:07 PM
Since the kids had a week off of school we decided to do a couple nights at Ocean City, Maryland. It's a few hours from here and a popular summer spot with people locally. A pretty cheesy "Coney Island" type place along the ocean with a boardwalk, arcades, rides, cotton candy - and a menagerie of characters. Our first stop was a little town nearby called Lewes, which is more on the upscale side, with a quaint little downtown, an old cemetery and beautiful homes. Ocean City, located on a peninsula with the ocean on one side and a bay on the other, however, was a long strip of high rises, strip malls and cheap hotels -- one of which was ours. After checking in and wandering the boardwalk a bit we went in search of dinner - but it since it was early April there weren't many places open and we had to settle on a overcooked buffet. We noticed a couple stores everywhere we went - namely, Candy Kitchen and Sunsations (a beach store chain) - so Patrick took to counting them. The next day we took in Assateague - a wildlife refuge that's home to wild ponies - and walked the beach. Perfect for Martha - but frustrating for the boys ("like we don't have horses at home?"). On the way back we stopped for lunch in another quaint little town called Berlin whose claim to fame is the location for the film "Runaway Bride." So now that we'd done several things for Martha, it was the boy's turn.....so we headed back to the boardwalk. Chris and Patrick wandered arcades while Martha, Nathan and I rented a surrey-type bicycle and rode the length of the boardwalk - 27 blocks and back. Patrick actually blew more than $18 trying to win an iPod touch from some machine! Then back to the hotel for a rest and dinner at a Mexican restaurant called Tequila Mockingbird (cute!). The next day - Friday - we took in one of the dozens of mini-golf joints (we really jammed on all the cheesy stuff!) then did the boardwalk one last time -- doing bumper cars, taffy apples and funnel cakes. Then homeward bound - though we stopped in Annapolis on the way home. The Maryland state capitol and the U.S. Naval Academy surround this jumping, trendy town (cute, again!) Had lunch an an Irish pub where Patrick mistakenly ordered a turkey club; then walked among the crowds on a beautiful day eating ice cream and then the final drive home. All in all, a nice diversion.
4/4/2010 8:03:07 PM
Since the kids had a week off of school we decided to do a couple nights at Ocean City, Maryland. It's a few hours from here and a popular summer spot with people locally. A pretty cheesy "Coney Island" type place along the ocean with a boardwalk, arcades, rides, cotton candy - and a menagerie of characters. Our first stop was a little town nearby called Lewes, which is more on the upscale side, with a quaint little downtown, an old cemetery and beautiful homes. Ocean City, located on a peninsula with the ocean on one side and a bay on the other, however, was a long strip of high rises, strip malls and cheap hotels -- one of which was ours. After checking in and wandering the boardwalk a bit we went in search of dinner - but it since it was early April there weren't many places open and we had to settle on a overcooked buffet. We noticed a couple stores everywhere we went - namely, Candy Kitchen and Sunsations (a beach store chain) - so Patrick took to counting them. The next day we took in Assateague - a wildlife refuge that's home to wild ponies - and walked the beach. Perfect for Martha - but frustrating for the boys ("like we don't have horses at home?"). On the way back we stopped for lunch in another quaint little town called Berlin whose claim to fame is the location for the film "Runaway Bride." So now that we'd done several things for Martha, it was the boy's turn.....so we headed back to the boardwalk. Chris and Patrick wandered arcades while Martha, Nathan and I rented a surrey-type bicycle and rode the length of the boardwalk - 27 blocks and back. Patrick actually blew more than $18 trying to win an iPod touch from some machine! Then back to the hotel for a rest and dinner at a Mexican restaurant called Tequila Mockingbird (cute!). The next day - Friday - we took in one of the dozens of mini-golf joints (we really jammed on all the cheesy stuff!) then did the boardwalk one last time -- doing bumper cars, taffy apples and funnel cakes. Then homeward bound - though we stopped in Annapolis on the way home. The Maryland state capitol and the U.S. Naval Academy surround this jumping, trendy town (cute, again!) Had lunch an an Irish pub where Patrick mistakenly ordered a turkey club; then walked among the crowds on a beautiful day eating ice cream and then the final drive home. All in all, a nice diversion.
The Big Snow
The Big Snow
2/11/2010 7:27:01 PM
Midwesterners - and we used to be among them - smugly think they have a high tolerance for foul weather; especially frigid temperatures and wicked snow. Well, the mid-Atlantic just got a wallop of winter that would shake even the most hardy prairie veteran. This past weekend the D.C. area got a total of 28 inches of snow!! Chicagoans often remember the 'great snow of '67' as a benchmark for all other storms. But that was only 23 inches. This has broken all kinds of records. The schools are out all week. The government has been closed all week. As we dug out, sidwalks and driveways became huge canyons and bulging mounds of snow covered cars whose owners had clearly given up. Though the plows did an excellent job of keeping the worst of the storm off the streets, the main arteries were still covered with a layer of packed snow that made travel slow and potentially dangerous. The worst part was - as soon as we'd dug out -- another storm yesterday dumped 8"+ on us with blizzard winds. All the work everyone had done was wiped out as the next storm blew snow back over the roads and drives. Though most folks charged out during and after the first storm to keep ahead of the accumulations, the second was too blustry to work in. People looked out their windows this morning with a sense of fatigue. Another day of shoveling. The kids still stuck in the house. Maybe some cabin fever setting in. Today all five of us - the boys and I - shoveled our drive and front walk; then did the next door neighbor. A nice team effort. Eventually this stuff will get shoveled away or melt.....but it's going to be a long time before we see the grass again and springtime can't come soon enough.
2/11/2010 7:27:01 PM
Midwesterners - and we used to be among them - smugly think they have a high tolerance for foul weather; especially frigid temperatures and wicked snow. Well, the mid-Atlantic just got a wallop of winter that would shake even the most hardy prairie veteran. This past weekend the D.C. area got a total of 28 inches of snow!! Chicagoans often remember the 'great snow of '67' as a benchmark for all other storms. But that was only 23 inches. This has broken all kinds of records. The schools are out all week. The government has been closed all week. As we dug out, sidwalks and driveways became huge canyons and bulging mounds of snow covered cars whose owners had clearly given up. Though the plows did an excellent job of keeping the worst of the storm off the streets, the main arteries were still covered with a layer of packed snow that made travel slow and potentially dangerous. The worst part was - as soon as we'd dug out -- another storm yesterday dumped 8"+ on us with blizzard winds. All the work everyone had done was wiped out as the next storm blew snow back over the roads and drives. Though most folks charged out during and after the first storm to keep ahead of the accumulations, the second was too blustry to work in. People looked out their windows this morning with a sense of fatigue. Another day of shoveling. The kids still stuck in the house. Maybe some cabin fever setting in. Today all five of us - the boys and I - shoveled our drive and front walk; then did the next door neighbor. A nice team effort. Eventually this stuff will get shoveled away or melt.....but it's going to be a long time before we see the grass again and springtime can't come soon enough.
The Trials of Sleep
The Trials of Sleep
1/10/2010 3:28:24 PM
Blogs are already self-indulgent, but when you stoop to discussing your ailments, it's really degenerated. Nevertheless, I'm wallowing. Since the middle of last year I'd developed an odd smell and food has had a peculiar taste. Thinking it might be a symptom of something else, I saw my doctor, who did a blood test and sent me to an Ears, Nose & Throat doc. That doctor prescribed nasal flushes, an MRI and a sleep study. (none of them really have a clue). Neither the blood test nor the MRI seem to have detected anything, so I reluctantly went ahead with the sleep study. I know I snore alot - and do get fatigued during the day - but this seemed an indulgence and a stretch in being related to my smell issues. I went in on Dec 28 because I was already on holiday break. The sleep clinic was nicely decorated. It looked like a hotel room - except it had a camera and microphone in it. The technician put electronic leads all over my head and body to measure my sleep. The study was "split" such that I slept as I normally would - then after a couple hours, the technician would wake me and place a C-PAP mask on me. It forces air into the airway to keep it open and prevent sleep apnea. I was having difficulty sleeping normally - but the mask made it even more difficult. The study ended when she woke me at about 6:00 am. She had determined that I did, indeed, have apnea, and gave me one of the C-PAP machines to take home (how does insurance handle this??). In a video I watched there I was surprised to find out how common this is and what the consequences are of leaving it untreated. Some 1 in 20 people have it.....but 90% either don't know it, or don't do anything about it. Getting used to the mask, with its hose and rushing air was a struggle and was even leaving marks on my nose. After a week I called the sleep clinic and they sent me a different type of nose piece - which is much easier to live with.
I have to say, there is a difference. For one thing, I'm not snoring....according to Martha. I've noticed a bit more energy - and after I get used to the headgear and nose piece, the air actually is rather invigorating. But every day I have to wash pieces of it - and clean other parts weekly. It's another one of those prices to pay for getting older and dealing with more ailments. Though it may be with age we're more inclinded to deal with them. I've had this most of my adult life, and dealt with fatigue. Maybe I've just gotten old enough -- or tired enough -- to do something about it. But we only have so much health left and it comes down to protecting it.
1/10/2010 3:28:24 PM
Blogs are already self-indulgent, but when you stoop to discussing your ailments, it's really degenerated. Nevertheless, I'm wallowing. Since the middle of last year I'd developed an odd smell and food has had a peculiar taste. Thinking it might be a symptom of something else, I saw my doctor, who did a blood test and sent me to an Ears, Nose & Throat doc. That doctor prescribed nasal flushes, an MRI and a sleep study. (none of them really have a clue). Neither the blood test nor the MRI seem to have detected anything, so I reluctantly went ahead with the sleep study. I know I snore alot - and do get fatigued during the day - but this seemed an indulgence and a stretch in being related to my smell issues. I went in on Dec 28 because I was already on holiday break. The sleep clinic was nicely decorated. It looked like a hotel room - except it had a camera and microphone in it. The technician put electronic leads all over my head and body to measure my sleep. The study was "split" such that I slept as I normally would - then after a couple hours, the technician would wake me and place a C-PAP mask on me. It forces air into the airway to keep it open and prevent sleep apnea. I was having difficulty sleeping normally - but the mask made it even more difficult. The study ended when she woke me at about 6:00 am. She had determined that I did, indeed, have apnea, and gave me one of the C-PAP machines to take home (how does insurance handle this??). In a video I watched there I was surprised to find out how common this is and what the consequences are of leaving it untreated. Some 1 in 20 people have it.....but 90% either don't know it, or don't do anything about it. Getting used to the mask, with its hose and rushing air was a struggle and was even leaving marks on my nose. After a week I called the sleep clinic and they sent me a different type of nose piece - which is much easier to live with.
I have to say, there is a difference. For one thing, I'm not snoring....according to Martha. I've noticed a bit more energy - and after I get used to the headgear and nose piece, the air actually is rather invigorating. But every day I have to wash pieces of it - and clean other parts weekly. It's another one of those prices to pay for getting older and dealing with more ailments. Though it may be with age we're more inclinded to deal with them. I've had this most of my adult life, and dealt with fatigue. Maybe I've just gotten old enough -- or tired enough -- to do something about it. But we only have so much health left and it comes down to protecting it.
What I Did On My Holiday Vacation
What I Did On My Holiday Vacation
1/10/2010 3:05:04 PM
Both because I want to remind myself that I did use the time constructively and because I want to remember it, I’m attempting to reconstruct and recount what I’ve done over the extended ~14 day stay-at-home holiday break.
Friday, December 18 – Knowing that we’re getting a big snow and it’s the last weekend before Christmas, the stores are jammed; and I’m in the middle of it. Up early to Best Buy, Target and other strip stores. The traffic is horrendous.
Saturday, December 19 – Washington gets a huge snowfall and everyone is locked down. Chris, Patrick and I periodically do some shoveling to lighten the ultimate load. Jamie is stuck at Warren’s house. It’s actually kind of comforting to watch the snow and know that you really can’t do anything or go anywhere.
Sunday, December 20 – Patrick and I shove the entire driveway. Later, he and Nathan shovel out MaryEllen’s for $22 each and some hot chocolate!
Monday, December 21 – Worked part of the day – had some phone calls and e-mail.
Tuesday, December 22 – Puttering and running around some more…..
Wednesday, December 23 – Mostly wrapping presents – did some work on my personal GCD website.
Thursday, December 24 – Christmas Eve – went skiing at Liberty Mountain with the boys. Jamie & Chris Taylor met us up there.
Friday, December 25 – Christmas Day – opened the presents with the family, lounged around and was joined by Chris Taylor for x-mas dinner.
Saturday, December 26 – Worked out at the gym – then the great store return marathon: Wal-Mart, Target, Michaels, Home Depot and Office Depot; where Patrick got a laptop after saving up for several months.
Sunday, December 27 – Some home puttering, then more stores with Marth and Nathan…….Dick’s for Nathan’s board boots, Ski Chalet for Marth’s helmet, Home Depot for my cabinet to rearrange my studio – which I did in the evening (FINALLY!) At least one thing knocked off the list.
Monday, December 28 – Took JCD to work….Chris to the orthopedic doctor……waited for cleaning ladies……waited for dryer delivery…..then in the evening went to a "sleep study" for the night (more on that above).
Tuesday, December 29 - It's some time since I've tried to recollect - but I know I was exhausted when I came home from the "study" - didn't actually get too much sleep.
Thursday, December 31 - Chris had a couple of his friends - Patrick Foit and David Kennedy - stay the night for New Years. I bought ribs, fries and spiced shrimp for the little guys and us to have for dinner. Watched the New Year come in with Nathan in my office.
Friday, January 1 - The five of us went over to the Ferguson's (another family with four boys from our old neighborhood) and visited - while the boys played Rock Band....and jammed for real.
Saturday, January 2 - Actually finished putting together the 2006 family video......only three years late!
For the most part the last few days of the break were consumed by puttering and running errands. It all goes to quickly and now we're back at school and work. While I thought I'd get an incredible amount accomplished with two weeks off, I didn't really come close to what I thought I'd do. It just goes to show that busy people are much more efficient with their time.
1/10/2010 3:05:04 PM
Both because I want to remind myself that I did use the time constructively and because I want to remember it, I’m attempting to reconstruct and recount what I’ve done over the extended ~14 day stay-at-home holiday break.
Friday, December 18 – Knowing that we’re getting a big snow and it’s the last weekend before Christmas, the stores are jammed; and I’m in the middle of it. Up early to Best Buy, Target and other strip stores. The traffic is horrendous.
Saturday, December 19 – Washington gets a huge snowfall and everyone is locked down. Chris, Patrick and I periodically do some shoveling to lighten the ultimate load. Jamie is stuck at Warren’s house. It’s actually kind of comforting to watch the snow and know that you really can’t do anything or go anywhere.
Sunday, December 20 – Patrick and I shove the entire driveway. Later, he and Nathan shovel out MaryEllen’s for $22 each and some hot chocolate!
Monday, December 21 – Worked part of the day – had some phone calls and e-mail.
Tuesday, December 22 – Puttering and running around some more…..
Wednesday, December 23 – Mostly wrapping presents – did some work on my personal GCD website.
Thursday, December 24 – Christmas Eve – went skiing at Liberty Mountain with the boys. Jamie & Chris Taylor met us up there.
Friday, December 25 – Christmas Day – opened the presents with the family, lounged around and was joined by Chris Taylor for x-mas dinner.
Saturday, December 26 – Worked out at the gym – then the great store return marathon: Wal-Mart, Target, Michaels, Home Depot and Office Depot; where Patrick got a laptop after saving up for several months.
Sunday, December 27 – Some home puttering, then more stores with Marth and Nathan…….Dick’s for Nathan’s board boots, Ski Chalet for Marth’s helmet, Home Depot for my cabinet to rearrange my studio – which I did in the evening (FINALLY!) At least one thing knocked off the list.
Monday, December 28 – Took JCD to work….Chris to the orthopedic doctor……waited for cleaning ladies……waited for dryer delivery…..then in the evening went to a "sleep study" for the night (more on that above).
Tuesday, December 29 - It's some time since I've tried to recollect - but I know I was exhausted when I came home from the "study" - didn't actually get too much sleep.
Thursday, December 31 - Chris had a couple of his friends - Patrick Foit and David Kennedy - stay the night for New Years. I bought ribs, fries and spiced shrimp for the little guys and us to have for dinner. Watched the New Year come in with Nathan in my office.
Friday, January 1 - The five of us went over to the Ferguson's (another family with four boys from our old neighborhood) and visited - while the boys played Rock Band....and jammed for real.
Saturday, January 2 - Actually finished putting together the 2006 family video......only three years late!
For the most part the last few days of the break were consumed by puttering and running errands. It all goes to quickly and now we're back at school and work. While I thought I'd get an incredible amount accomplished with two weeks off, I didn't really come close to what I thought I'd do. It just goes to show that busy people are much more efficient with their time.
RIP Max
RIP Max
12/22/2009 10:55:11 AM
We lost our beloved male cat, Max, last weekend. He struggled home with a dislocated hip - probably hit by a car on a Thursday. Martha ran him across the street to the vet for x-rays and surgery estimate.....$2000! ouch! So we brought him home to assess and consult our vet. Martha found, though, that dislocated hips in cats can heal naturally with enough rest -- though they'll walk a little funny. So we got a dog cage to keep him confined and waited for our vet to call. Max would drink, but wouldn't eat. And occasionally he let out heart-wrenching cries. Eventually, after two days, he crawled into his litter box and passed away on Sunday. Patrick and I carried him across the street to the vet where they took him. The next day - December 14th - I picked his body up from the vet (they'd put him in a little cat casket) and buried him up on the hill next to our house; where he'd spent many days surveying his territory.
Patrick and Nathan were devastated. And so were we. I've had many cats in my life. But none were like Max. He was a lovable lug; a blue collar cat who was more like a dog. He would come when you called, you could pick him up and toss him around and he never complained. He was very strong and a fierce hunter. We regularly came down to find he'd caught chipmunks, birds, moles and even squirrels that were left for us on the back porch. And for some reason, he always liked to eat the heads (??) But we never saw him hiss or growl.. He flopped down in uninhibited and undignified positions wherever the mood hit him. And you could usually know he was in the room by his wheezy snoring. But the most telling characteristic was his constant purring. It defined his personality. He was always there to be scratched and curled up with and didn't ask for any more. His was the most unconditional love and the thing we'll miss the most. He was the measure of a great cat.
12/22/2009 10:55:11 AM
We lost our beloved male cat, Max, last weekend. He struggled home with a dislocated hip - probably hit by a car on a Thursday. Martha ran him across the street to the vet for x-rays and surgery estimate.....$2000! ouch! So we brought him home to assess and consult our vet. Martha found, though, that dislocated hips in cats can heal naturally with enough rest -- though they'll walk a little funny. So we got a dog cage to keep him confined and waited for our vet to call. Max would drink, but wouldn't eat. And occasionally he let out heart-wrenching cries. Eventually, after two days, he crawled into his litter box and passed away on Sunday. Patrick and I carried him across the street to the vet where they took him. The next day - December 14th - I picked his body up from the vet (they'd put him in a little cat casket) and buried him up on the hill next to our house; where he'd spent many days surveying his territory.
Patrick and Nathan were devastated. And so were we. I've had many cats in my life. But none were like Max. He was a lovable lug; a blue collar cat who was more like a dog. He would come when you called, you could pick him up and toss him around and he never complained. He was very strong and a fierce hunter. We regularly came down to find he'd caught chipmunks, birds, moles and even squirrels that were left for us on the back porch. And for some reason, he always liked to eat the heads (??) But we never saw him hiss or growl.. He flopped down in uninhibited and undignified positions wherever the mood hit him. And you could usually know he was in the room by his wheezy snoring. But the most telling characteristic was his constant purring. It defined his personality. He was always there to be scratched and curled up with and didn't ask for any more. His was the most unconditional love and the thing we'll miss the most. He was the measure of a great cat.
Thanks
Thanks
12/2/2009 6:48:14 PM
Probably appropriate to the season - in years past I'd often pondered the 'paths not taken' wondering how things might have turned out differently - possibly better - If I'd made different choices. But lately I've come to appreciate what I have and how lucky I've been in how my choices and decisions have worked out - from my marriage to kids to career and outlook.
12/2/2009 6:48:14 PM
Probably appropriate to the season - in years past I'd often pondered the 'paths not taken' wondering how things might have turned out differently - possibly better - If I'd made different choices. But lately I've come to appreciate what I have and how lucky I've been in how my choices and decisions have worked out - from my marriage to kids to career and outlook.
Letter To The Editor - Washington Post
Letter To The Editor - Washington Post
11/5/2009 11:20:36 PM
I periodically send 'letters-to-the editor' in newspapers or magazines about issues that feel strongly about - especially in response to bone-headed right wing rants. The other day I had one published in the Washington Post that was work-related - so signed from my CEO. First, it's probably best to read the story that generated it -- http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/10/12/AR2009101201602.html
- then the letter - What A Cancer Survivor Teaches Us
11/5/2009 11:20:36 PM
I periodically send 'letters-to-the editor' in newspapers or magazines about issues that feel strongly about - especially in response to bone-headed right wing rants. The other day I had one published in the Washington Post that was work-related - so signed from my CEO. First, it's probably best to read the story that generated it -- http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/10/12/AR2009101201602.html
- then the letter - What A Cancer Survivor Teaches Us
Another Weekend of Note
Another Weekend of Note
9/21/2009 3:20:07 PM
Nothing especially significant other than a delightful -- and typical -- weekend. The weather was stupendous! Saturday was just taking Patrick to his baseball game, running over to Leesburg to pick Chris up from bowling, running back to Patrick's game. The three boys -- marginally -- helped me clean windows (Jamie was taking off for a show in Baltimore). Patrick and Nathan got in the spirit of the thing and washed the minivan -- and sunbathed bare-chested on the roof! Then ran Chris up to his band practice at LMI and Patrick over to Prakash's house to spend the night. Sunday - lounged in bed, picked up Patrick and played golf with him and Nathan in Leesburg; got them back in time to see Rock the Field (with the LMI bands) in Purcellville - while I took a nap! Evening was a blissful nothing.
9/21/2009 3:20:07 PM
Nothing especially significant other than a delightful -- and typical -- weekend. The weather was stupendous! Saturday was just taking Patrick to his baseball game, running over to Leesburg to pick Chris up from bowling, running back to Patrick's game. The three boys -- marginally -- helped me clean windows (Jamie was taking off for a show in Baltimore). Patrick and Nathan got in the spirit of the thing and washed the minivan -- and sunbathed bare-chested on the roof! Then ran Chris up to his band practice at LMI and Patrick over to Prakash's house to spend the night. Sunday - lounged in bed, picked up Patrick and played golf with him and Nathan in Leesburg; got them back in time to see Rock the Field (with the LMI bands) in Purcellville - while I took a nap! Evening was a blissful nothing.
The Neighborhood Picnic
The Neighborhood Picnic
9/19/2009 7:19:53 PM
It's becoming something of a tradition, and maybe more significant than any of us originally expected - an annual reunion of childhood friends on Labor Day weekend for a picnic at a suburban Chicago forest preserve. For my friends and me it's really a musical "gig"; a regimented, semi-serious performance that consumes many hours of practice and preparation. It's also the source of a great deal of anxiety, and I'm now frankly grateful that it's a couple weeks past and I'm able to sort through the event and its aftermath. One one level it's clearly about musicianship -- which has always been the coin of the realm. And I'm clearly a pale performer compared to some of these guys who have been doing it somewhat professionally for years. Knowing that generates a further "catch-22" in that my confidence gets severely shaken which makes the performance problem worse. (you know the saying.....the only thing you have to fear is fear). So much so that following a summer practice in Chicago I seriously considered blowing the whole thing off and not going back. They don't really need me. I screw things up and I can sense them holding their breath when I'm playing. Danny could do a much better job. I'm just being indulged - at best; more likely tolerated. I was noodling this over when Dan called and gave me some direction and even some encouragement. I was enormously grateful for that and my attitude shifted; a bit more confidence and a touch of 'let's just have fun with it.' (though I knew that wouldn't last). I did, indeed, screw some things up and felt like a heal. My friends were still supportive and told me not to worry about it (they made some mistakes too), but ultimately it was seriously demoralizing. And again, I was asking, why do I put myself through this? Part of the problem is purely psychological baggage. Much like adults can't go home to parents without turning into the teenagers they once were, I don't think rekindled childhood friendships can't get past the roles they once played with one another. I find myself feeling measured against standards -- musicianship among them -- that threaten my self-confidence, that are clearly history -- and totally ridiculous. That's not to say that they are intended - because at least consciously, I'm certain they aren't. But it exists, nonetheless, and I have to grapple with it. I'm a highly successful professional in my career and in the Washington, D.C. community. I'm highly respected by peers and have become immensely confident in my talents and abilities -- especially strategically. And I've build a solid well-rounded private life with a great marriage, four sons and appreciation of a diversity of taste and experience that is completely lost on my childhood buddies. So why should I get so rattled by these events? Why can't I maintain the dominance and confidence I live with in every other part of my life? Just the baggage, I suppose. What I do know is that I made myself go through this -- and go through some similar experiences - when I know there is a very good likelihood that I will stumble, probably embarrass myself, and maybe even let some folks down, because taking risks for the benefit of living out life, trying to achieve dreams, having fun and trying to connect, are ultimately what's important. At the end of our lives, do we want to remember our regrets -- or the fact that we tried, and maybe had some fun along the way.
9/19/2009 7:19:53 PM
It's becoming something of a tradition, and maybe more significant than any of us originally expected - an annual reunion of childhood friends on Labor Day weekend for a picnic at a suburban Chicago forest preserve. For my friends and me it's really a musical "gig"; a regimented, semi-serious performance that consumes many hours of practice and preparation. It's also the source of a great deal of anxiety, and I'm now frankly grateful that it's a couple weeks past and I'm able to sort through the event and its aftermath. One one level it's clearly about musicianship -- which has always been the coin of the realm. And I'm clearly a pale performer compared to some of these guys who have been doing it somewhat professionally for years. Knowing that generates a further "catch-22" in that my confidence gets severely shaken which makes the performance problem worse. (you know the saying.....the only thing you have to fear is fear). So much so that following a summer practice in Chicago I seriously considered blowing the whole thing off and not going back. They don't really need me. I screw things up and I can sense them holding their breath when I'm playing. Danny could do a much better job. I'm just being indulged - at best; more likely tolerated. I was noodling this over when Dan called and gave me some direction and even some encouragement. I was enormously grateful for that and my attitude shifted; a bit more confidence and a touch of 'let's just have fun with it.' (though I knew that wouldn't last). I did, indeed, screw some things up and felt like a heal. My friends were still supportive and told me not to worry about it (they made some mistakes too), but ultimately it was seriously demoralizing. And again, I was asking, why do I put myself through this? Part of the problem is purely psychological baggage. Much like adults can't go home to parents without turning into the teenagers they once were, I don't think rekindled childhood friendships can't get past the roles they once played with one another. I find myself feeling measured against standards -- musicianship among them -- that threaten my self-confidence, that are clearly history -- and totally ridiculous. That's not to say that they are intended - because at least consciously, I'm certain they aren't. But it exists, nonetheless, and I have to grapple with it. I'm a highly successful professional in my career and in the Washington, D.C. community. I'm highly respected by peers and have become immensely confident in my talents and abilities -- especially strategically. And I've build a solid well-rounded private life with a great marriage, four sons and appreciation of a diversity of taste and experience that is completely lost on my childhood buddies. So why should I get so rattled by these events? Why can't I maintain the dominance and confidence I live with in every other part of my life? Just the baggage, I suppose. What I do know is that I made myself go through this -- and go through some similar experiences - when I know there is a very good likelihood that I will stumble, probably embarrass myself, and maybe even let some folks down, because taking risks for the benefit of living out life, trying to achieve dreams, having fun and trying to connect, are ultimately what's important. At the end of our lives, do we want to remember our regrets -- or the fact that we tried, and maybe had some fun along the way.
Birthday Gift
Birthday Gift
9/13/2009 3:47:28 PM
As an unusual birthday gift, Martha presented me with a whitewater rafting trip down the Shenandoah & Potomac rivers....for the whole family; including Jamie. It was a simple drive out to Harper's Ferry and a bus ride to a launch point. Fortunately it was a beautiful day. With helmets and paddles the six of us were joined by a guide who told us when and how to paddle as zig-zagged through currents and rocks. It really wasn't all that rough or challenging. The water was low and not very fast moving. Chris did fall in once, but we got him back in pretty quickly. Unfortunately, for fear of falling in we didn't get any pictures or video. Got back to Purcellville and had an increasingly rare family dinner at Mario's.
9/13/2009 3:47:28 PM
As an unusual birthday gift, Martha presented me with a whitewater rafting trip down the Shenandoah & Potomac rivers....for the whole family; including Jamie. It was a simple drive out to Harper's Ferry and a bus ride to a launch point. Fortunately it was a beautiful day. With helmets and paddles the six of us were joined by a guide who told us when and how to paddle as zig-zagged through currents and rocks. It really wasn't all that rough or challenging. The water was low and not very fast moving. Chris did fall in once, but we got him back in pretty quickly. Unfortunately, for fear of falling in we didn't get any pictures or video. Got back to Purcellville and had an increasingly rare family dinner at Mario's.
Summer Wind Down
Summer Wind Down
8/23/2009 7:01:08 PM
After the usual logistical juggling; driving the family out to Michigan running back to D.C. for a bit of work and running back to Castle Park for a bit, we made the long ride back. The last weekend up there I drove over to Chicago to do a practice with my childhood buddies for the annual Labor Day “neighborhood” picnic. It was, frankly, pretty discouraging; resurrecting all sorts of issues about identity and fidelity that I thought were long past and buried. But that’s for another blog.
8/23/2009 7:01:08 PM
After the usual logistical juggling; driving the family out to Michigan running back to D.C. for a bit of work and running back to Castle Park for a bit, we made the long ride back. The last weekend up there I drove over to Chicago to do a practice with my childhood buddies for the annual Labor Day “neighborhood” picnic. It was, frankly, pretty discouraging; resurrecting all sorts of issues about identity and fidelity that I thought were long past and buried. But that’s for another blog.
Summer Juggling
Summer Juggling
8/4/2009 6:47:17 PM
The now annual summer travel schedule is in full swing and taken on new twists. Minus Jamie, we all drove to Castle Park on July 24. I left them to come back to VA for a few days of work - and to keep an eye on Jamie - on the 28th. A fascinating journey; leaving Holland via Amtrak at 6:30 am to Chicago, taking the CTA to O'Hare, flying to National, taking Metro to Roslyn, the Loudoun County bus back to Purcellville and walking home - arriving about 6:00 - almost 12 hours. But really quite easy. Walking through the Loop from Union Station to the Blue Line - with some detours - brought back a flood of memories and nostalgia. The offices, restaurants, streetcorners, smells and sounds came back like some distant dream. There were so many people on the street that I swear I knew or had met in a previous life. Hard to believe we'd spent nine years here - and have now been in VA for almost ten. I only reserved a couple days of actual work - and that was to hold meetings with my staff on planning for the coming year. Otherwise I was around the house doing chores and keeping an eye on Jamie. He's working maybe 20 hours at Subway - but mostly just hanging out with his friends. He continues to perplex and frustrate us. Unfocused, delusional and immature; he is still costing us - in money and anxiety. Now on my way back to Castle Park, Jamie is staying with a friend so he can get to work - and we will worry about him. Usually my stay at home was a time to relish my solitude and and do a few chores (painting bedrooms!). And while I got few chores done, the solitude was not quite as sweet. Maybe it was Jamie, or evolving maturity, or work anxiety, or missing Marth and the boys - but it's become much less exilarating than it used to be. Anyway - the schedule now is to spend a couple days at CP, then drive to Chi for the "picnic" practice over the weekend, spend a few more days back in CP, then drive everyone back to VA on the 14 - in time for Chris and Patrick to be in shows on the 22nd.
8/4/2009 6:47:17 PM
The now annual summer travel schedule is in full swing and taken on new twists. Minus Jamie, we all drove to Castle Park on July 24. I left them to come back to VA for a few days of work - and to keep an eye on Jamie - on the 28th. A fascinating journey; leaving Holland via Amtrak at 6:30 am to Chicago, taking the CTA to O'Hare, flying to National, taking Metro to Roslyn, the Loudoun County bus back to Purcellville and walking home - arriving about 6:00 - almost 12 hours. But really quite easy. Walking through the Loop from Union Station to the Blue Line - with some detours - brought back a flood of memories and nostalgia. The offices, restaurants, streetcorners, smells and sounds came back like some distant dream. There were so many people on the street that I swear I knew or had met in a previous life. Hard to believe we'd spent nine years here - and have now been in VA for almost ten. I only reserved a couple days of actual work - and that was to hold meetings with my staff on planning for the coming year. Otherwise I was around the house doing chores and keeping an eye on Jamie. He's working maybe 20 hours at Subway - but mostly just hanging out with his friends. He continues to perplex and frustrate us. Unfocused, delusional and immature; he is still costing us - in money and anxiety. Now on my way back to Castle Park, Jamie is staying with a friend so he can get to work - and we will worry about him. Usually my stay at home was a time to relish my solitude and and do a few chores (painting bedrooms!). And while I got few chores done, the solitude was not quite as sweet. Maybe it was Jamie, or evolving maturity, or work anxiety, or missing Marth and the boys - but it's become much less exilarating than it used to be. Anyway - the schedule now is to spend a couple days at CP, then drive to Chi for the "picnic" practice over the weekend, spend a few more days back in CP, then drive everyone back to VA on the 14 - in time for Chris and Patrick to be in shows on the 22nd.
Not To Repeat, But....
Not to repeat, but....
6/14/2009 8:30:21 PM
While this spot isn't intended to be used as a journal -- except to the point that events help put things in a broader perspective - but when things come together, it's worth noting. And this weekend was another worth savoring. Saturday started with a walk, then redid the lattice work around the back porch, followed by Patrick's baseball game at Fireman's Field; and his end of season party. Then to Home Depot and back in time to finish the project and construct some braces for ivy to climb. Got a couple hours of practicing in and then a movie (Slumdog Millionaire) with Martha. All the boys but Chris were away for the night, so Martha and I had a leisurely morning. The paper and coffee, some yard chores and picture hanging; then a long bike ride with Patrick and Nathan down the W&OD (and had to be picked up by Jamie). An early cookout dinner to accommodate Patrick and Chris up to Frank's for lessons. I got a bit more drumming in - prepping for the Picnic - then a shower and writing. The main point here is not the events, but the balance. A mix of solid accomplishments that I can feel comfortable about, along with some quality family time appreciating Martha and the boys. They don't always work out that way, and should be relished.
6/14/2009 8:30:21 PM
While this spot isn't intended to be used as a journal -- except to the point that events help put things in a broader perspective - but when things come together, it's worth noting. And this weekend was another worth savoring. Saturday started with a walk, then redid the lattice work around the back porch, followed by Patrick's baseball game at Fireman's Field; and his end of season party. Then to Home Depot and back in time to finish the project and construct some braces for ivy to climb. Got a couple hours of practicing in and then a movie (Slumdog Millionaire) with Martha. All the boys but Chris were away for the night, so Martha and I had a leisurely morning. The paper and coffee, some yard chores and picture hanging; then a long bike ride with Patrick and Nathan down the W&OD (and had to be picked up by Jamie). An early cookout dinner to accommodate Patrick and Chris up to Frank's for lessons. I got a bit more drumming in - prepping for the Picnic - then a shower and writing. The main point here is not the events, but the balance. A mix of solid accomplishments that I can feel comfortable about, along with some quality family time appreciating Martha and the boys. They don't always work out that way, and should be relished.
Weekend
Weekend
6/8/2009 7:43:59 AM
A beautiful weekend to remember. Saturday the whole family - along with Jamie - went to Six Flags where The Immortals were playing. Jamie spent most of the day dragging his brothers on roller coasters and Chris could hang out with his gang. Sunday I took Patrick and Nathan to a par 3 golf course Each with their own clubs, Nathan struggled a bit, but Patrick really surprised me with how well he swung and hit the ball. In the afternoon Patrick had several friends over to play Civilization while I painted trim on the house. The evening was capped with a salmon dinner on the back porch and a couple hours drum practice before bed. All in all a fun and productive couple days.
6/8/2009 7:43:59 AM
A beautiful weekend to remember. Saturday the whole family - along with Jamie - went to Six Flags where The Immortals were playing. Jamie spent most of the day dragging his brothers on roller coasters and Chris could hang out with his gang. Sunday I took Patrick and Nathan to a par 3 golf course Each with their own clubs, Nathan struggled a bit, but Patrick really surprised me with how well he swung and hit the ball. In the afternoon Patrick had several friends over to play Civilization while I painted trim on the house. The evening was capped with a salmon dinner on the back porch and a couple hours drum practice before bed. All in all a fun and productive couple days.
Event Catch-Up - Again
Event Catch-Up
5/1/2009 6:07:23 PM
The Taco Bell Saga It has now come to a conclusion, but I turned out to be a community ringleader to in a losing campaign opposing the building of a Taco Bell franchise on the other side of some woods behind our house. The whole neighborhood was against it and was galvanized by an online petition that I posted - which eventually got some 160 signatures. At public hearings, we had great turnout and I was very proud of all my neighbors. I think it actually brought everyone together. I got up several times to speak and got warm compliments from the community. Probably most satisfying was that I was published with letters to the editor or guest columns several times. During the course of the 'campaign' I also set up a web site, distributed flyers door-to-door and posting signs around town - to the point when the local conservative paper started calling me the leader of the opposition. Very flattering - though I hope I didn't offend any of my neighbors. The result, however, was never really in doubt. The developer was very good at working the system. But while they may have won the battle, they may lose the war. This neighborhood is geared up and motivated for the next election of the Town Council.
5/1/2009 6:07:23 PM
The Taco Bell Saga It has now come to a conclusion, but I turned out to be a community ringleader to in a losing campaign opposing the building of a Taco Bell franchise on the other side of some woods behind our house. The whole neighborhood was against it and was galvanized by an online petition that I posted - which eventually got some 160 signatures. At public hearings, we had great turnout and I was very proud of all my neighbors. I think it actually brought everyone together. I got up several times to speak and got warm compliments from the community. Probably most satisfying was that I was published with letters to the editor or guest columns several times. During the course of the 'campaign' I also set up a web site, distributed flyers door-to-door and posting signs around town - to the point when the local conservative paper started calling me the leader of the opposition. Very flattering - though I hope I didn't offend any of my neighbors. The result, however, was never really in doubt. The developer was very good at working the system. But while they may have won the battle, they may lose the war. This neighborhood is geared up and motivated for the next election of the Town Council.
Event Catch-Up
Event Catch-Up
4/29/2009 2:21:20 PM
An eventful few weeks. About a month ago I went to San Francisco for the first time. Stayed at a wonderful old resort hotel in the hills of Berkley called the Claremont. After giving a presentation to the SF Board on Saturday morning, I spent the the rest of the day walking around the city - some five hours. A very delightful day and rare period of self indulgence. -- Sent from my mobile device
4/29/2009 2:21:20 PM
An eventful few weeks. About a month ago I went to San Francisco for the first time. Stayed at a wonderful old resort hotel in the hills of Berkley called the Claremont. After giving a presentation to the SF Board on Saturday morning, I spent the the rest of the day walking around the city - some five hours. A very delightful day and rare period of self indulgence. -- Sent from my mobile device
Patrick
Patrick
2/16/2009 6:41:38 PM
Patrick has taken to narrating his life - "I'm walking down the stairs and wondering why the lights have been left on - as I wonder about the purpose of life....and as I contemplate my relationships, I realize.....I like myself!!" etc. It's driving his brothers crazy. And I made the mistake of giving him a voice recorder -- which has only encouraged him; and now it's all on tape as well.
Patrick and Nathan were great this weekend, helping me distribute flyers in neighborhoods all around Purcellville to protest the proposed Taco Bell. They're great at it; covering five times the territory I can.
We went downtown yesterday, the 15th, to see Chris play at DC-9, meeting the other parents there. I'd spent last Thursday hauling them over to College Park in a driving nightmare to register and get their time slot.
2/16/2009 6:41:38 PM
Patrick has taken to narrating his life - "I'm walking down the stairs and wondering why the lights have been left on - as I wonder about the purpose of life....and as I contemplate my relationships, I realize.....I like myself!!" etc. It's driving his brothers crazy. And I made the mistake of giving him a voice recorder -- which has only encouraged him; and now it's all on tape as well.
Patrick and Nathan were great this weekend, helping me distribute flyers in neighborhoods all around Purcellville to protest the proposed Taco Bell. They're great at it; covering five times the territory I can.
We went downtown yesterday, the 15th, to see Chris play at DC-9, meeting the other parents there. I'd spent last Thursday hauling them over to College Park in a driving nightmare to register and get their time slot.
Work
Work
2/9/2009 5:30:13 PM
I don't usually use this space to talk about work, but it's becoming such a dominant and disturbing part of my life that it needs to be recorded.
I'd always feared that sometime during my working life that the country might face either a major emergency or financial disaster - and it increasingly looks like the latter is coming to pass. As the economy continues to slide everyone is terrified of losing their jobs - especially when there is no other work out there.
LLS is on the brink of a major layoff and what I've avoided and dreaded all my life is at my door; having to cut someone fron their livelihood. It's eating me up and I wish there was something I could do about it.
There is also the personal fear that I may be next and/or the whole advocacy department may be next. There is so little support for what we do in White Plains and I've had little hints that have picqued my paranoia. Not getting an updated computer, not hearing from a prospective employer, Board members who seem to be a bit opaque and just small clues from the CEO - all make me nervous.
It has forced to start thinking about alternatives. I have been holding out hope that I would hear from another VHA who I've talked to; but have to face the fact that it might not happen. If I'm faced with being canned, what would I do? I have bills and four kids to take care of. I'd have to hit the bricks hard with all the contacts I have - maybe even go into the government or back to the Hill; which would mean a pay cut. I've also toyed with the idea of developing a consulting business tailored to small non-profits, which would likely have to be built while I pursued conventional jobs.
Maybe I'm being overly paranoid. But these are extraordinary times and caution with some extra preparation can't hurt.
2/9/2009 5:30:13 PM
I don't usually use this space to talk about work, but it's becoming such a dominant and disturbing part of my life that it needs to be recorded.
I'd always feared that sometime during my working life that the country might face either a major emergency or financial disaster - and it increasingly looks like the latter is coming to pass. As the economy continues to slide everyone is terrified of losing their jobs - especially when there is no other work out there.
LLS is on the brink of a major layoff and what I've avoided and dreaded all my life is at my door; having to cut someone fron their livelihood. It's eating me up and I wish there was something I could do about it.
There is also the personal fear that I may be next and/or the whole advocacy department may be next. There is so little support for what we do in White Plains and I've had little hints that have picqued my paranoia. Not getting an updated computer, not hearing from a prospective employer, Board members who seem to be a bit opaque and just small clues from the CEO - all make me nervous.
It has forced to start thinking about alternatives. I have been holding out hope that I would hear from another VHA who I've talked to; but have to face the fact that it might not happen. If I'm faced with being canned, what would I do? I have bills and four kids to take care of. I'd have to hit the bricks hard with all the contacts I have - maybe even go into the government or back to the Hill; which would mean a pay cut. I've also toyed with the idea of developing a consulting business tailored to small non-profits, which would likely have to be built while I pursued conventional jobs.
Maybe I'm being overly paranoid. But these are extraordinary times and caution with some extra preparation can't hurt.
Problems, Problems!
Problems, Problems!!
1/19/2009 11:37:07 AM
Just when we think we have things together, all hell breaks loose. Across the board, kids, family members, the neighborhood, and work; problems all around!
There's my aunt, being faced with threats of foreclosure from a bank on a home equity line under her late mother-in-law's name - Evelyn Ruther. This just comes on top of the fact that she doesn't own any equity in her house. My late uncle squandered that in a loan from another relative - who now owns it. She has problems with the IRS - who she owes $75K the last I heard. (though I don't know if they are chasing her down). She lost her only paying gig of $1000/month and is now living on some $1600/month of Social Security. BUT, she'll owe over $8000/year in taxes. She should have been out of that house years ago, but she lives in an alcoholic haze and is incapable of taking charge of her life. Between my brother Jack and me, our great fear is that she will end up out on the street and we'll need to take her in -- which will probably happen eventually.
While not quite as critical, there's also Martha's uncle -- DaDa. At 80 years old, he's lost his job and doesn't have much to live on. Martha's sister is pushing for all three kids to put up money to help support him. That would be an imposition on us.....and we're seriously put off by Dave's reluctance to do anything on his own behalf -- like take a part-time or temping position. (The same thing could be said of my aunt -- though it would be more difficult for her to hold a job because of her drinking.)
Then there's work. Because of the rotten economy LLS is making drastic cutbacks. In an effort to do my part as department head, I've proposed closing down my office on Capitol Hill, working occassionally out of a small office in Alexandria. This would at least forestall firing staff, which I'm loathe to do. I've never had to and I'd dread having to start. I'll also have to cut back on state consulting contracts and on our state campaigns. But at least we'll keep our jobs for now. Of course, this may all prove to be academic if I end up taking another job, which is increasingly looking like a possibility. I'm especially more inclined lately given the flavor of the LLS culture. But more on that later.
Then there's the neighborhood. The Town of Purcellville is considering a request to place a Taco Bell restaraunt behind our house. Many of our neighbors are up in arms. It's not so much the restaurant -- which would have a drive-thru -- that is so offensive; but more the property owner, who has inordinate influence on the Town leaders, and patronizes us. (Frankly, he's just a West Virginia hick with no taste who got some money and now runs roughshod over anyone in his way). This is not a passive concern on our part. It's an active effort. I started an on-line petition, wrote a letter to the editor of a local paper and testified at the Planning Commission hearing on the matter -- along with dozens of my neighbors. And the battle continues. I'm convinced the whole thing is greased, but we're continuing to strategize and mobilize.
So the anxiety comes from all sides!!
1/19/2009 11:37:07 AM
Just when we think we have things together, all hell breaks loose. Across the board, kids, family members, the neighborhood, and work; problems all around!
There's my aunt, being faced with threats of foreclosure from a bank on a home equity line under her late mother-in-law's name - Evelyn Ruther. This just comes on top of the fact that she doesn't own any equity in her house. My late uncle squandered that in a loan from another relative - who now owns it. She has problems with the IRS - who she owes $75K the last I heard. (though I don't know if they are chasing her down). She lost her only paying gig of $1000/month and is now living on some $1600/month of Social Security. BUT, she'll owe over $8000/year in taxes. She should have been out of that house years ago, but she lives in an alcoholic haze and is incapable of taking charge of her life. Between my brother Jack and me, our great fear is that she will end up out on the street and we'll need to take her in -- which will probably happen eventually.
While not quite as critical, there's also Martha's uncle -- DaDa. At 80 years old, he's lost his job and doesn't have much to live on. Martha's sister is pushing for all three kids to put up money to help support him. That would be an imposition on us.....and we're seriously put off by Dave's reluctance to do anything on his own behalf -- like take a part-time or temping position. (The same thing could be said of my aunt -- though it would be more difficult for her to hold a job because of her drinking.)
Then there's work. Because of the rotten economy LLS is making drastic cutbacks. In an effort to do my part as department head, I've proposed closing down my office on Capitol Hill, working occassionally out of a small office in Alexandria. This would at least forestall firing staff, which I'm loathe to do. I've never had to and I'd dread having to start. I'll also have to cut back on state consulting contracts and on our state campaigns. But at least we'll keep our jobs for now. Of course, this may all prove to be academic if I end up taking another job, which is increasingly looking like a possibility. I'm especially more inclined lately given the flavor of the LLS culture. But more on that later.
Then there's the neighborhood. The Town of Purcellville is considering a request to place a Taco Bell restaraunt behind our house. Many of our neighbors are up in arms. It's not so much the restaurant -- which would have a drive-thru -- that is so offensive; but more the property owner, who has inordinate influence on the Town leaders, and patronizes us. (Frankly, he's just a West Virginia hick with no taste who got some money and now runs roughshod over anyone in his way). This is not a passive concern on our part. It's an active effort. I started an on-line petition, wrote a letter to the editor of a local paper and testified at the Planning Commission hearing on the matter -- along with dozens of my neighbors. And the battle continues. I'm convinced the whole thing is greased, but we're continuing to strategize and mobilize.
So the anxiety comes from all sides!!
Scare
Scare
2/5/2009 5:03:53 PM
Had a bizarre incident happen last weekend. Went to work out at the gym and overdid it a bit; got lightheaded and collapsed in the lobby. Paramedics showed up and I ended up in an ambulance and emergency room. During the episode my blood pressure was extremely low an they ultimately concluded that I was just dehydrated. Actually, I don't think I was lacking fluids - just worked out too hard. Something like this happened years ago when I pushed too hard and I eventually recovered on my own. They tested my heart, which was normal, but I tend to think there must be some underlying, unique characteristic that has to do with my heart and/or blood pressure.
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2/5/2009 5:03:53 PM
Had a bizarre incident happen last weekend. Went to work out at the gym and overdid it a bit; got lightheaded and collapsed in the lobby. Paramedics showed up and I ended up in an ambulance and emergency room. During the episode my blood pressure was extremely low an they ultimately concluded that I was just dehydrated. Actually, I don't think I was lacking fluids - just worked out too hard. Something like this happened years ago when I pushed too hard and I eventually recovered on my own. They tested my heart, which was normal, but I tend to think there must be some underlying, unique characteristic that has to do with my heart and/or blood pressure.
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Back To The Grind
Back To The Grind
1/19/2009 10:58:35 AM
It's been a couple weeks now.....but when I did go back to the office on Tuesday, Jan 6 it was a refreshing change from the milling around in the house. In in my endless quest to be productive, I probably only completed 20% of what I'd intended during my home stay -- which is par for the course. There is always a natural inefficiency when you have lots of time. And, of course, it's easy to be distracted and redirected by different family demands or other obligations. But going back on the train, back in the routine, seeing all the people and sights of Union Station and downtown was refreshing. I know it'll get old pretty quickly, but diversity keeps things interesting......and I need to keep that in mind, as I'm inclined to settle into regiments too easily.
1/19/2009 10:58:35 AM
It's been a couple weeks now.....but when I did go back to the office on Tuesday, Jan 6 it was a refreshing change from the milling around in the house. In in my endless quest to be productive, I probably only completed 20% of what I'd intended during my home stay -- which is par for the course. There is always a natural inefficiency when you have lots of time. And, of course, it's easy to be distracted and redirected by different family demands or other obligations. But going back on the train, back in the routine, seeing all the people and sights of Union Station and downtown was refreshing. I know it'll get old pretty quickly, but diversity keeps things interesting......and I need to keep that in mind, as I'm inclined to settle into regiments too easily.
Holiday Vacation
Holiday Vacation
12/26/2008 1:15:32 PM
The holiday break, which constitutes about 2+ weeks off for me, is one of my most anticipated vacations of the year. I get to legitimately putter around the house and promise myself that I'll catch up on all those household chores and personal projects that never seem to get advanced. But, as usual, the time seems to escape me....or so it seems. So in the interest of proving to myself that I am actually being somewhat productive and that this holiday break has not been a waste, I'm trying here to recount what I did.....as best I can.
Jan 5 - Monday - Vacation almost over. Packed up the van with the boys and hit the road by 10:30. Stopped at a Denny's in Strasburg for lunch and back in Purcellville by 3:00. The whole thing went by too quickly -- as I expected. Now back to the grind.
Jan 4 - Sunday - Final skiiing day. It was severely overcast -- thick cloud all around the mountain -- and raining periodically. The skiing was a bit slushy, but the good thing was almost noone was there. Easy getting the lifts. Jamie wasn't skiiing because of his leg. Marth, Nathan and I pretty much stuck together on only three trails -- although Nathan was now occasionally doing a Black Diamond with his two brothers. Martha capped the trip off with some runs by herself -- almost owning the mountain. The evening was spent with a pork loin dinner, playing 'craps' and reading by the fire.
Jan 3 - Saturday - Again, got over to the lodge to get Nate another lesson. A beautiful, crystal clear day with temps around 40. But the lift lines were pretty long. Turns out Jamie wiped out, hit a tree and banged up his leg. Nathan had done Greens on Friday -- he was now doing Blues with his brothers! He and I went to the local store at the end of the ski-day and checked out some restaurants. We ended up bringing the whole family to the Canaan Valley State Park lodge restaraunt. I hadn't noticed, but it was only buffett at almost $30 per/person.....which ultimately cost me some $180!! Especially infuriating since the boys didn't eat anything.
Jan 2 - Friday - I got up first to run over to the lodge and sign Nate up for snowboard lessons. Then roused them all to get up and ready to ski!! The weeather was a bit overcast and chilly. After a couple hours, came back for lunch, out to ski again and then back for a nice spaghetti dinner.
Jan 1 - '09 - Thursday - Finished packing the van and drove to Timberline in WVA for a few days of skiing. Ran by the lodge to pick up our lift tickets. Our fourth house in Timberline and the best so far, with great open layout. As soon as we settled in, Martha, Nathan and I went to Davis for groceries and stocked up big time!!.
Dec. 31 - Wednesday - Packed up the van for the trip to Canaan Valley the next day. Then spent New Year's Eve at the O'Brien's - which has become a traditional stop the last couple years.
Dec. 30 - Tuesday - Really dedicated myself to scanning some photos.....only a couple more albums to go.
Dec. 29 - Monday - Picked the little guys up from the Ferguson's.
Dec. 28 - Sunday - Back on my feet. Little scanning of photos, little uploading to the remote site. Cleaned out our shower stall with some nasty mildew cleaner. Painted a wall in Patrick's room with "chalkboard." Took Patrick and Nate over to the Ferguson's for a sleepover; after which Martha and I went out to dinner at "not your average joe's."
Dec 27 - Saturday - Recuperating from an undisciplined night before. Really just lounged around. I'm told you need those once in a while. Also had a 'come to Jesus' with Jamie again. (see next entry above)
Dec 26 - Friday - workout at the gym - some web writing. Took Chris, Patrick and Nate to Leesburg so they could blow their x-mas money -- getting games mostly. Nate also picked up a remote controlled model car. In the evening we hosted the Ferguson's for dinner.
Dec 25 - Thursday - Christmas Day - a wonderful relaxing day with any sense of obligation. Kids opened their presents in the morning. Martha got me some drum tapes....just what I asked for!! Mom fixed a nice breakfast. They played with their toys. I read, took a nap, then took a walk with Marth. She fixed a nice pork roast dinner and the kids enjoyed looking at old photo albums and reminiscing about years past. Nice that it was just us.
Dec 24 - Wednesday - Christmas Eve - Martha and I both went to the gym. Then after lunch we "forced" the boys to go to Mt. Vernon. They complained bitterly, but we needed to get them out of the house and away from the screens.
Dec. 23 - Tuesday - Spent most of the day wrapping presents in my office. In the evening I drove Chris up to Frank's for his lesson.
Dec 22 - Monday - Went to the gym and then painted Christopher's wall with a chalkboard paint. Also placed some pictures in frames to hang in the hall and boys' bathroom.
Dec. 21 - Sunday - Spent most of the day completing the Christmas shopping - Kohls, Target, Staples, Bloom....
Dec 20 - Saturday - In the morning I took Patrick, Nathan and Chris to the Leesburg bowling alley for the end-of-season bowling party.
Dec 19 - Friday - Worked a bit from home and in the evening drove to Sterling to see Chris play with Ellis and Matt at the Community Center. It was cute - Jamie and Chris Taylor jumped in and sang in the last tune.
12/26/2008 1:15:32 PM
The holiday break, which constitutes about 2+ weeks off for me, is one of my most anticipated vacations of the year. I get to legitimately putter around the house and promise myself that I'll catch up on all those household chores and personal projects that never seem to get advanced. But, as usual, the time seems to escape me....or so it seems. So in the interest of proving to myself that I am actually being somewhat productive and that this holiday break has not been a waste, I'm trying here to recount what I did.....as best I can.
Jan 5 - Monday - Vacation almost over. Packed up the van with the boys and hit the road by 10:30. Stopped at a Denny's in Strasburg for lunch and back in Purcellville by 3:00. The whole thing went by too quickly -- as I expected. Now back to the grind.
Jan 4 - Sunday - Final skiiing day. It was severely overcast -- thick cloud all around the mountain -- and raining periodically. The skiing was a bit slushy, but the good thing was almost noone was there. Easy getting the lifts. Jamie wasn't skiiing because of his leg. Marth, Nathan and I pretty much stuck together on only three trails -- although Nathan was now occasionally doing a Black Diamond with his two brothers. Martha capped the trip off with some runs by herself -- almost owning the mountain. The evening was spent with a pork loin dinner, playing 'craps' and reading by the fire.
Jan 3 - Saturday - Again, got over to the lodge to get Nate another lesson. A beautiful, crystal clear day with temps around 40. But the lift lines were pretty long. Turns out Jamie wiped out, hit a tree and banged up his leg. Nathan had done Greens on Friday -- he was now doing Blues with his brothers! He and I went to the local store at the end of the ski-day and checked out some restaurants. We ended up bringing the whole family to the Canaan Valley State Park lodge restaraunt. I hadn't noticed, but it was only buffett at almost $30 per/person.....which ultimately cost me some $180!! Especially infuriating since the boys didn't eat anything.
Jan 2 - Friday - I got up first to run over to the lodge and sign Nate up for snowboard lessons. Then roused them all to get up and ready to ski!! The weeather was a bit overcast and chilly. After a couple hours, came back for lunch, out to ski again and then back for a nice spaghetti dinner.
Jan 1 - '09 - Thursday - Finished packing the van and drove to Timberline in WVA for a few days of skiing. Ran by the lodge to pick up our lift tickets. Our fourth house in Timberline and the best so far, with great open layout. As soon as we settled in, Martha, Nathan and I went to Davis for groceries and stocked up big time!!.
Dec. 31 - Wednesday - Packed up the van for the trip to Canaan Valley the next day. Then spent New Year's Eve at the O'Brien's - which has become a traditional stop the last couple years.
Dec. 30 - Tuesday - Really dedicated myself to scanning some photos.....only a couple more albums to go.
Dec. 29 - Monday - Picked the little guys up from the Ferguson's.
Dec. 28 - Sunday - Back on my feet. Little scanning of photos, little uploading to the remote site. Cleaned out our shower stall with some nasty mildew cleaner. Painted a wall in Patrick's room with "chalkboard." Took Patrick and Nate over to the Ferguson's for a sleepover; after which Martha and I went out to dinner at "not your average joe's."
Dec 27 - Saturday - Recuperating from an undisciplined night before. Really just lounged around. I'm told you need those once in a while. Also had a 'come to Jesus' with Jamie again. (see next entry above)
Dec 26 - Friday - workout at the gym - some web writing. Took Chris, Patrick and Nate to Leesburg so they could blow their x-mas money -- getting games mostly. Nate also picked up a remote controlled model car. In the evening we hosted the Ferguson's for dinner.
Dec 25 - Thursday - Christmas Day - a wonderful relaxing day with any sense of obligation. Kids opened their presents in the morning. Martha got me some drum tapes....just what I asked for!! Mom fixed a nice breakfast. They played with their toys. I read, took a nap, then took a walk with Marth. She fixed a nice pork roast dinner and the kids enjoyed looking at old photo albums and reminiscing about years past. Nice that it was just us.
Dec 24 - Wednesday - Christmas Eve - Martha and I both went to the gym. Then after lunch we "forced" the boys to go to Mt. Vernon. They complained bitterly, but we needed to get them out of the house and away from the screens.
Dec. 23 - Tuesday - Spent most of the day wrapping presents in my office. In the evening I drove Chris up to Frank's for his lesson.
Dec 22 - Monday - Went to the gym and then painted Christopher's wall with a chalkboard paint. Also placed some pictures in frames to hang in the hall and boys' bathroom.
Dec. 21 - Sunday - Spent most of the day completing the Christmas shopping - Kohls, Target, Staples, Bloom....
Dec 20 - Saturday - In the morning I took Patrick, Nathan and Chris to the Leesburg bowling alley for the end-of-season bowling party.
Dec 19 - Friday - Worked a bit from home and in the evening drove to Sterling to see Chris play with Ellis and Matt at the Community Center. It was cute - Jamie and Chris Taylor jumped in and sang in the last tune.
Reflections on 50
Reflections on 50
12/1/2006 7:32:56 PM
August 25, 2006
It’s sobering to realize that you’re on the downhill side of life. There’s a lot less coming than what’s past – and you don’t really know how much. It concentrates the mind on appreciating life. (Though sometimes I’m amazed I’ve made it this far)
I’ve always felt that it is the routine that robs us of our lives. It’s those special, unique experiences that are out of the ordinary that mark our memories; that stand out. And it’s cruel that as you get older the time seems to go faster. It’s like being on this hurtling car and as much as you try to put on the brakes, you can’t make it slow down or stop.
I’ve concentrated on slowing down; but habits of a lifetime are hard to break. I try to remind myself ‘there’s no reason to rush.’ Try to remember; you live for yourself; not for others expectations. There really isn’t someone or thing hanging over your shoulder; watching, with critical expectations (as I’ve always had for some reason).
There’s also a bit more of an ability to cast off a lot of hang-ups and be more uninhibited….maybe a bit more open-minded. I’m much more willing now to being spontaneous on the drums; I could take dancing lessons with Martha and not be self-conscious about it. I really don’t care what people think as much as I used to.
(The only problem is that there are still family and employers that have certain expectations that we still have to meet)
One of the realizations I’ve made is that I tend to overcomplicate or “over-engineer” everything. When I built a deck on our house on 7th St., Paul told me I’d over built it so strongly it would survive a nuclear blast. I tend to think things are more complicated than they really are. That’s created some mental blocks or inhibitions to try things because I’ve thought they were too difficult. But having reached this age, I more inclined to ‘go for it,’ partly because I feel the press of time. And ironically, I can get more done if I slow down.
So, I’ve made some new resolutions; to slow down and literally look around and smell the roses. There’s no reason to rush into the office…maybe stop at a book store and look around…take a walk. I’ve always been so urgently been trying to meet obligations; to get that ‘to do’ list knocked off.
Similarly, to appreciate the moment. I was saying goodnight to my son, Patrick, and realized that while I was doing it, I was thinking of getting out of there and getting on to the next thing. And it occurred to me – that’s where the time goes. And that’s where life goes. Rushing headlong into the next thing. Not thinking of now. All those memories get lost while the brain is hurtling to the next task. When I was looking through photo albums the other night, a little voice of regret was telling me that I really didn’t appreciate the “now” – then. I was thinking about the ‘next thing I had to get to.’ This is a very, very hard thing to do – but figuring out how to get past all that internal baggage and slow down is key to living life. Or it will be over without a next thing to get to.
One of the most important things to do is establish a “not do” list.
12/1/2006 7:32:56 PM
August 25, 2006
It’s sobering to realize that you’re on the downhill side of life. There’s a lot less coming than what’s past – and you don’t really know how much. It concentrates the mind on appreciating life. (Though sometimes I’m amazed I’ve made it this far)
I’ve always felt that it is the routine that robs us of our lives. It’s those special, unique experiences that are out of the ordinary that mark our memories; that stand out. And it’s cruel that as you get older the time seems to go faster. It’s like being on this hurtling car and as much as you try to put on the brakes, you can’t make it slow down or stop.
I’ve concentrated on slowing down; but habits of a lifetime are hard to break. I try to remind myself ‘there’s no reason to rush.’ Try to remember; you live for yourself; not for others expectations. There really isn’t someone or thing hanging over your shoulder; watching, with critical expectations (as I’ve always had for some reason).
There’s also a bit more of an ability to cast off a lot of hang-ups and be more uninhibited….maybe a bit more open-minded. I’m much more willing now to being spontaneous on the drums; I could take dancing lessons with Martha and not be self-conscious about it. I really don’t care what people think as much as I used to.
(The only problem is that there are still family and employers that have certain expectations that we still have to meet)
One of the realizations I’ve made is that I tend to overcomplicate or “over-engineer” everything. When I built a deck on our house on 7th St., Paul told me I’d over built it so strongly it would survive a nuclear blast. I tend to think things are more complicated than they really are. That’s created some mental blocks or inhibitions to try things because I’ve thought they were too difficult. But having reached this age, I more inclined to ‘go for it,’ partly because I feel the press of time. And ironically, I can get more done if I slow down.
So, I’ve made some new resolutions; to slow down and literally look around and smell the roses. There’s no reason to rush into the office…maybe stop at a book store and look around…take a walk. I’ve always been so urgently been trying to meet obligations; to get that ‘to do’ list knocked off.
Similarly, to appreciate the moment. I was saying goodnight to my son, Patrick, and realized that while I was doing it, I was thinking of getting out of there and getting on to the next thing. And it occurred to me – that’s where the time goes. And that’s where life goes. Rushing headlong into the next thing. Not thinking of now. All those memories get lost while the brain is hurtling to the next task. When I was looking through photo albums the other night, a little voice of regret was telling me that I really didn’t appreciate the “now” – then. I was thinking about the ‘next thing I had to get to.’ This is a very, very hard thing to do – but figuring out how to get past all that internal baggage and slow down is key to living life. Or it will be over without a next thing to get to.
One of the most important things to do is establish a “not do” list.
Modern Drummer Weekend
Modern Drummer Weekend
12/11/2006 9:37:03 PM
MD Weekend - September 16, 2006
For the second year in a row I decided to treat myself to the Modern Drummer festival; a weekend event in a beautiful theater in Newark, New Jersey, of all places. The program features about six different demonstrations or performances on each day. Since he’s trying to take drumming seriously, I decided to bring my son, Jamie, with me. The program starts at 1:00 on both days, so we drove up on Saturday morning. Like last year, the performances were simply incredible. So much so, that I walked away thoroughly depressed, wondering ‘what the hell am I doing.’ Coming two weeks after I’d vainly tried to keep up with my ‘ol drumming buddy Dan Van Schindel at the Neighborhood Picnic, I became so disenchanted with my abilities I’ve only just now picked up the sticks again – if just to entertain myself.
Anyway, the show. One of the great features of the program is the wide variety of styles. One of the first acts was four tremendous ‘gospel’ drummers; who also play funk, R&B and pop music. Teddy Campbell, Gerald Heyward, Aaron Spears and Marvin McQuitty played together to start out – each did a solo demonstration – and then played together again.
Jason McGerr did a performance that began simply with a snare drum and while he built on his theme, his drum tech ‘built’ a kit around him. Though he plays with Death Cab for Cutie, he is renowned as a teacher. And that became clear when he explained his approach with students. He gave an insightful little lesson on flam combinations.
One of the more unique performances was by Glenn Kotche who plays with Wilco (a Chicago band!) He played a bizarre kit with peeled cymbals, guitar strings pulled through bolts anchored IN his snare, a series of bells and even cricket sounds. This accompanied an animated movie about an Indian king who sought the return of his kidnapped daughter with a monkey army. VERY avant garde and bizarre – but very imaginative.
Another performance I really looked forward to was with Thomas Lang, who was teaming up with Luis Conte one of the world’s best latin percussionists. Lang is considered one of the best in technique. And just blistering fast and powerful. A tour de force! It would seem an odd combination, but it turns out they’re neighbors in LA and had become friends. Their session was a creative combination and really marked two true professional talents – they’d actually never played together or rehearsed any of the session.
The final performance of the day was by Stewart Copeland, former drummer with The Police. His new band was very good, though after seeing the knockout technique throughout the day, didn’t seem like anything special. And since Jamie and I were wiped out, we left early to check into our hotel.
On Sunday…….
The first act of the day was Dave DiCenso and he was tremendous. Probably my favorite revelation of the weekend. He played to tracks and combined great technique with a really creative style. I’d run into a salesman from the DrumPad in Palatine before the performance and he had great things to say about this guy.
Brann Dailor who plays with Mastadon was next. The heavy metal representative. After seeing some of the other wonderful technique, this was pretty disappointing. Good in his own right – but nothing special. And he confirmed that by talking about how he never took lessons and doesn’t really practice in any disciplined way. I wasn’t going to say anything, but Jamie, in fact, whispered, ‘well, I guess he’s good in what he does.’
A really interesting – and amusing – session was with Mike Mangini. He’s holds records as ‘the world’s fastest drummer’ with something like 900 bpm. He had two kits set up – right and left-handed. A teacher at Berklee in Boston, he gave some great instruction on playing in different styles. He was also obviously gay, very chatty and entertaining. (Mentioned he grew up listening to the band Boston, now he gets to play with them “and look at their butts all night!”). He demonstrated some of his incredible speed – and jaws dropped – and then ended his session playing on the left hand kit to several classic Led Zeppelin tunes --- with every Bonham nuance just perfect.
Without a doubt the last two sessions were the best. The first was Danny Seraphine, former drummer with Chicago. His new band is CTA (California Transit Authority) and they completely rocked the house. With a singer from Tower of Power and a stellar guitar player they did some Chicago tunes (25 or 6 to 4) and a couple interesting originals. Go to CTAtheband for a listen. Jamie was even up from his seat cheering. Most of the audience was aware of the story behind Danny. Dropped by Chicago because of some controversial and bitter differences, he’d stopped playing for 15 years. He was finally coaxed back into drumming by Steve Smith, who he worked with privately to get his chops back. (Those would have been some great sessions to listen to!) He thanked everyone for their faith and support. It was very moving.
And the last act was, in fact, Steve Smith, and a new group he has together called Jazz Legacy. They’re piano, two horns, bass and Steve. He is one of my favorite drummers and one of the most versatile and skilled out there. They played some classics (Two Bass Hit) and gave new meaning to ‘driving swing.’ Jamie even leaned over and said. ‘Dad, these guys are REALLY good!’ Yeah. I’m glad he had the opportunity to see some incredibly talented musicians in styles he’d never ordinarily listen to. But that didn’t stop him from yanking me out the door before it was over so we could beat the traffic heading back to Virginia. As it was, we didn’t get home until after midnight.
Can’t wait for the DVD to come out in February!
12/11/2006 9:37:03 PM
MD Weekend - September 16, 2006
For the second year in a row I decided to treat myself to the Modern Drummer festival; a weekend event in a beautiful theater in Newark, New Jersey, of all places. The program features about six different demonstrations or performances on each day. Since he’s trying to take drumming seriously, I decided to bring my son, Jamie, with me. The program starts at 1:00 on both days, so we drove up on Saturday morning. Like last year, the performances were simply incredible. So much so, that I walked away thoroughly depressed, wondering ‘what the hell am I doing.’ Coming two weeks after I’d vainly tried to keep up with my ‘ol drumming buddy Dan Van Schindel at the Neighborhood Picnic, I became so disenchanted with my abilities I’ve only just now picked up the sticks again – if just to entertain myself.
Anyway, the show. One of the great features of the program is the wide variety of styles. One of the first acts was four tremendous ‘gospel’ drummers; who also play funk, R&B and pop music. Teddy Campbell, Gerald Heyward, Aaron Spears and Marvin McQuitty played together to start out – each did a solo demonstration – and then played together again.
Jason McGerr did a performance that began simply with a snare drum and while he built on his theme, his drum tech ‘built’ a kit around him. Though he plays with Death Cab for Cutie, he is renowned as a teacher. And that became clear when he explained his approach with students. He gave an insightful little lesson on flam combinations.
One of the more unique performances was by Glenn Kotche who plays with Wilco (a Chicago band!) He played a bizarre kit with peeled cymbals, guitar strings pulled through bolts anchored IN his snare, a series of bells and even cricket sounds. This accompanied an animated movie about an Indian king who sought the return of his kidnapped daughter with a monkey army. VERY avant garde and bizarre – but very imaginative.
Another performance I really looked forward to was with Thomas Lang, who was teaming up with Luis Conte one of the world’s best latin percussionists. Lang is considered one of the best in technique. And just blistering fast and powerful. A tour de force! It would seem an odd combination, but it turns out they’re neighbors in LA and had become friends. Their session was a creative combination and really marked two true professional talents – they’d actually never played together or rehearsed any of the session.
The final performance of the day was by Stewart Copeland, former drummer with The Police. His new band was very good, though after seeing the knockout technique throughout the day, didn’t seem like anything special. And since Jamie and I were wiped out, we left early to check into our hotel.
On Sunday…….
The first act of the day was Dave DiCenso and he was tremendous. Probably my favorite revelation of the weekend. He played to tracks and combined great technique with a really creative style. I’d run into a salesman from the DrumPad in Palatine before the performance and he had great things to say about this guy.
Brann Dailor who plays with Mastadon was next. The heavy metal representative. After seeing some of the other wonderful technique, this was pretty disappointing. Good in his own right – but nothing special. And he confirmed that by talking about how he never took lessons and doesn’t really practice in any disciplined way. I wasn’t going to say anything, but Jamie, in fact, whispered, ‘well, I guess he’s good in what he does.’
A really interesting – and amusing – session was with Mike Mangini. He’s holds records as ‘the world’s fastest drummer’ with something like 900 bpm. He had two kits set up – right and left-handed. A teacher at Berklee in Boston, he gave some great instruction on playing in different styles. He was also obviously gay, very chatty and entertaining. (Mentioned he grew up listening to the band Boston, now he gets to play with them “and look at their butts all night!”). He demonstrated some of his incredible speed – and jaws dropped – and then ended his session playing on the left hand kit to several classic Led Zeppelin tunes --- with every Bonham nuance just perfect.
Without a doubt the last two sessions were the best. The first was Danny Seraphine, former drummer with Chicago. His new band is CTA (California Transit Authority) and they completely rocked the house. With a singer from Tower of Power and a stellar guitar player they did some Chicago tunes (25 or 6 to 4) and a couple interesting originals. Go to CTAtheband for a listen. Jamie was even up from his seat cheering. Most of the audience was aware of the story behind Danny. Dropped by Chicago because of some controversial and bitter differences, he’d stopped playing for 15 years. He was finally coaxed back into drumming by Steve Smith, who he worked with privately to get his chops back. (Those would have been some great sessions to listen to!) He thanked everyone for their faith and support. It was very moving.
And the last act was, in fact, Steve Smith, and a new group he has together called Jazz Legacy. They’re piano, two horns, bass and Steve. He is one of my favorite drummers and one of the most versatile and skilled out there. They played some classics (Two Bass Hit) and gave new meaning to ‘driving swing.’ Jamie even leaned over and said. ‘Dad, these guys are REALLY good!’ Yeah. I’m glad he had the opportunity to see some incredibly talented musicians in styles he’d never ordinarily listen to. But that didn’t stop him from yanking me out the door before it was over so we could beat the traffic heading back to Virginia. As it was, we didn’t get home until after midnight.
Can’t wait for the DVD to come out in February!
Living In A Cool Place
Living In A Cool Place
5/20/2007 12:23:40 AM
Today was a really cool experience; both as a parent and as a member of a community. In the picture above you'll see the Loudoun Music Instruction Group. Their teacher, Frank Keim, who is kneeling in front of them, is not simply a music instructor. He is a teacher extrordinarre! He goes beyond teaching the kids how to play their instruments. He teaches them how to play with confidence, how to grow and how to play with each other. They had their annual recital yesterday (May 19) in Round Hill, Virginia. My son, Jamie, plays drums on the two songs with links listed to the left under videos -- Immortals - Back In The Chain Gang and Immortals - Who Are You.
Also, the little red-headed guitar player in the front is Patrick Ryan (who is 13). I play with his father, Len Ryan, in a more "mature" band.
5/20/2007 12:23:40 AM
Today was a really cool experience; both as a parent and as a member of a community. In the picture above you'll see the Loudoun Music Instruction Group. Their teacher, Frank Keim, who is kneeling in front of them, is not simply a music instructor. He is a teacher extrordinarre! He goes beyond teaching the kids how to play their instruments. He teaches them how to play with confidence, how to grow and how to play with each other. They had their annual recital yesterday (May 19) in Round Hill, Virginia. My son, Jamie, plays drums on the two songs with links listed to the left under videos -- Immortals - Back In The Chain Gang and Immortals - Who Are You.
Also, the little red-headed guitar player in the front is Patrick Ryan (who is 13). I play with his father, Len Ryan, in a more "mature" band.
Yikes! The Expense of Kids!
Yikes - The Expense of Kids!
6/3/2008 5:29:34 PM
It never ceases to amaze me how my kids cost me both in headaches and
money. We're constantly kicking Jamie in th ass to get his act
together and take responsibility for his future and obligations.
Chris racks up $700 worth of text messaging on his phone ("I did't
know!). And now Nathan has in a temper tantrum causes the basketball
stand to fall over, ripping the side mirror off Martha's work van,
costing another $360! Between all the stupid stuff and various
lessons, toys, etc, we could have gone to Tahiti!
6/3/2008 5:29:34 PM
It never ceases to amaze me how my kids cost me both in headaches and
money. We're constantly kicking Jamie in th ass to get his act
together and take responsibility for his future and obligations.
Chris racks up $700 worth of text messaging on his phone ("I did't
know!). And now Nathan has in a temper tantrum causes the basketball
stand to fall over, ripping the side mirror off Martha's work van,
costing another $360! Between all the stupid stuff and various
lessons, toys, etc, we could have gone to Tahiti!
Regrets.....I've Had A Few
Regret...I've Had A Few
6/5/2008 10:29:15 AM
What a delusional lyric that was in Frank Sinatra' "My Way". How do
any of us go through life without any serious regrets? To be sure, to
not have regrets is to not have dreamed, to not wished for something
more that might have been in our control - and realized too late that
it was. They are rare individuals who are bold enough to reach for the
moon without fear. I have many regrets - not pursuing drumming more,
not writing more, not exercising more - but that
6/5/2008 10:29:15 AM
What a delusional lyric that was in Frank Sinatra' "My Way". How do
any of us go through life without any serious regrets? To be sure, to
not have regrets is to not have dreamed, to not wished for something
more that might have been in our control - and realized too late that
it was. They are rare individuals who are bold enough to reach for the
moon without fear. I have many regrets - not pursuing drumming more,
not writing more, not exercising more - but that
Thursday Night Massacre
Thursday Night Massacre
6/9/2008 6:02:36 PM
Work related
The change in LLS leadership to new CEO John Walter was delivered with a big punch on Thursday, June 6. Top leadership of the Field department - Leslie Chambers, Michelle McDonald and Linda G - all VPs - were abruptly fired. This comes after Paul Weiss, the head of the department suddenly left without warning last week. Scares the hell out of everyone - as you might expect. John called me late in the day to let me know that my staff and I are "ok" - which was nice of him. Like everyone else, we were wondering if we were in the crosshairs; but had concluded we probably weren't. John doesn't seem toon inclined to mess with the mission depts. For the most part we're doing ok. He seems more concerned with the "engine room" and administration. Besides, my dept is only six people and make up less than one half of one percent of the national budget - and it's all "mission" that counts toward that percentage in fundraising. And if I do say so myself, we deliver a pretty good bang for the buck. So our philosophy will be to try to deliver high profile results, good service for the chapters.....and to keep our heads down and not cause any problems.
6/9/2008 6:02:36 PM
Work related
The change in LLS leadership to new CEO John Walter was delivered with a big punch on Thursday, June 6. Top leadership of the Field department - Leslie Chambers, Michelle McDonald and Linda G - all VPs - were abruptly fired. This comes after Paul Weiss, the head of the department suddenly left without warning last week. Scares the hell out of everyone - as you might expect. John called me late in the day to let me know that my staff and I are "ok" - which was nice of him. Like everyone else, we were wondering if we were in the crosshairs; but had concluded we probably weren't. John doesn't seem toon inclined to mess with the mission depts. For the most part we're doing ok. He seems more concerned with the "engine room" and administration. Besides, my dept is only six people and make up less than one half of one percent of the national budget - and it's all "mission" that counts toward that percentage in fundraising. And if I do say so myself, we deliver a pretty good bang for the buck. So our philosophy will be to try to deliver high profile results, good service for the chapters.....and to keep our heads down and not cause any problems.
The Week Ending....
The Week Ending.......
6/22/2008 9:34:22 PM
What a hectic week. Started out last Sunday, the 15th - Fathers's Day - with a perfectly delightful day spent with Patrick and Nathan; first going to a driving range to let them whack some balls. Then we went to see a movie - Ironman. Sat in the very front row, ate lots of popcorn and shivered in the air conditioning. On Monday, my aunt arrived for a stay. The rest of the week I stayed home from (or for) work. Wednesday was Jamie's 18th birthday. We opened his presents in the afternoon (camera, art and computer supplies for VCU) and, at his request, had ribs for dinner. During the day we took my aunt out to Great Country Farms to pick strawberries. Nathan really collected a lot. The best part of the day though, was that all four boys and I played together....trading off Jamie or Nathan or me on drums, Patrick on piano and Chris on bass. What a gas!
Thursday as both his graduation and my aunt's 68th birthday. Everybody had to get up early and get over to LVHS for the graduatiion ceremony. Fortunately the weather was perfect and the whole production (480 students!) lasted only an hour and half. Then took my aunt for a birthday lunch at a very disappointing restaurant at Stonleigh golf course in Round Hill. Evening was a the big graduation party! Lots of Immortals friends and families. Eric Hurst, JCD's guidance (trouble) counselor came by. The kids all played music in the basement and many noted how good Jamie has gotten. Then Kyle and company took the tunes outdoors. Neighbors showed up and kept us going for a couple hours more
Friday I had to get up real early and get my aunt to Dulles for an 8:00 flight. Came back,slept and recuperated.
Another big day Saturday. The Immortals play at Loudoun Youthfest. In a cross-county competition, LMI bands all dominate the top groups....and the Immortals are #1 with Lethal Dose coming in #2 (these are 8th graders!). The reward was supposed to be backing up some NY band called "Senses Fail" But it turns out that "Senses Fail" decides to bring their own backup group. And the kids bands are going to be reduced to two songs each leading up to them.
As the crowd and kids are getting settled, big incident. Jamie and JT (one of the Immortals) go around back for a cigarette. The county cops grab them. Jamie is 18...but JT is not. So they throw him to the ground and detain him. He can't play in the show -- even after Frank and Maria Keim plead with the cops. What a bunch of solid gold assholes. I'm definitely writing a letter to the editor on this one.
But all of the LMI bands did fantastically. And blew away the other couple bands in the lineup. The finale was the Immortals who ended up doing four tunes and on the big stage with lights sounded marvelous. Frank even commented that he'd heard "Senses Fail" in their soundcheck. According to him, they can't sing and the Immortals 'have a better bass player, a better drummer, much better guitar player AND they can sing.'
Cleaned the headlights on the minivan too!
6/22/2008 9:34:22 PM
What a hectic week. Started out last Sunday, the 15th - Fathers's Day - with a perfectly delightful day spent with Patrick and Nathan; first going to a driving range to let them whack some balls. Then we went to see a movie - Ironman. Sat in the very front row, ate lots of popcorn and shivered in the air conditioning. On Monday, my aunt arrived for a stay. The rest of the week I stayed home from (or for) work. Wednesday was Jamie's 18th birthday. We opened his presents in the afternoon (camera, art and computer supplies for VCU) and, at his request, had ribs for dinner. During the day we took my aunt out to Great Country Farms to pick strawberries. Nathan really collected a lot. The best part of the day though, was that all four boys and I played together....trading off Jamie or Nathan or me on drums, Patrick on piano and Chris on bass. What a gas!
Thursday as both his graduation and my aunt's 68th birthday. Everybody had to get up early and get over to LVHS for the graduatiion ceremony. Fortunately the weather was perfect and the whole production (480 students!) lasted only an hour and half. Then took my aunt for a birthday lunch at a very disappointing restaurant at Stonleigh golf course in Round Hill. Evening was a the big graduation party! Lots of Immortals friends and families. Eric Hurst, JCD's guidance (trouble) counselor came by. The kids all played music in the basement and many noted how good Jamie has gotten. Then Kyle and company took the tunes outdoors. Neighbors showed up and kept us going for a couple hours more
Friday I had to get up real early and get my aunt to Dulles for an 8:00 flight. Came back,slept and recuperated.
Another big day Saturday. The Immortals play at Loudoun Youthfest. In a cross-county competition, LMI bands all dominate the top groups....and the Immortals are #1 with Lethal Dose coming in #2 (these are 8th graders!). The reward was supposed to be backing up some NY band called "Senses Fail" But it turns out that "Senses Fail" decides to bring their own backup group. And the kids bands are going to be reduced to two songs each leading up to them.
As the crowd and kids are getting settled, big incident. Jamie and JT (one of the Immortals) go around back for a cigarette. The county cops grab them. Jamie is 18...but JT is not. So they throw him to the ground and detain him. He can't play in the show -- even after Frank and Maria Keim plead with the cops. What a bunch of solid gold assholes. I'm definitely writing a letter to the editor on this one.
But all of the LMI bands did fantastically. And blew away the other couple bands in the lineup. The finale was the Immortals who ended up doing four tunes and on the big stage with lights sounded marvelous. Frank even commented that he'd heard "Senses Fail" in their soundcheck. According to him, they can't sing and the Immortals 'have a better bass player, a better drummer, much better guitar player AND they can sing.'
Cleaned the headlights on the minivan too!
June 22, 2008
The Week of June 22-08
6/29/2008 6:52:26 PM
Chris & Patrick Off To Camp
Last Sunday I had to get Chris & Patrick up at 5:00 am and get over to Dulles for their flight to Chicago and long drive up to Camp Highlands for three weeks. I was pretty worried about Patrick. It's his first year - at 10 - and he's doesn't usually seek out social networks. If he finds them, fine, and he can be very friendly. But he doesn't need them. We were worried that he might get homesick. So I waited until I saw the plane take off before I left the airport.
VCU - Feels very odd just having Jamie and Nathan around. Jamie's gone alot anyway - and working at GEO Structures - and Nathan's always running around outside anyway. But on Wednesday the four of us drove down to Richmond for Jamie's fresman orientation at VCU. Dropped him off and ate in the dining hall. And wouldn't you know, Jamie finds the weirdest looking kid in the group - dreadlocks and piercing - to befriend. Nate, Marth and I drove around different part of Richmond and then checked in to the hotel. Watched Nathan swim in the pool -- all by ourselves. Then a whole swarm of kids move onto our floor, crowd the hallways and make a racket - forcing us to complain three times to management. Next morning, we eat at Denny's and head to the school......
The Trip From Hell
I needed to be up in Neward for an LLS Board meeting on Thursday morning. So the plan was that driving back from Richmond, Martha would just drop me off at National. Of course, just before this she asked me how I planned on getting home on Saturday night......and I had to confess; I hadn't quite thought that far ahead. But on leaving Richmond with the three of them asleep and did some quick calculations on the clock and figured I could make it all the way back to P'Ville; drop them off, hop in my car and make it down to National in time for the 9:00 flight. Traffic was light and everything worked perfectly. I checked my bag....but was told the flight was delayed until 10:20. So I went to get something to eat. When I came back at 9:40, the Security lines were closed down!! So there was no way I could even get to my flight -- and no one left at the Continental counter! I noticed there was a 7:00 am flight up there. Now, I would have stayed at my office; but they had my bag, so the only alternative was to drive al the way back to P'Ville, sleep for a few hours and get up in time to drive all the way to National AGAIN in time to catch the 7:00 flight.
Fortunately, that all worked. The meetings (new BOD orientations and SLC meetings) went fine and I walked over to the terminals after lunch to retrieve my bag -- which fortunately had come up the night before.
Saturday; there's a Board presentation that starts about 9:30 and the whole meeting goes until about 3:00. I have a 5:00 flight scheduled and get a lift from a colleague over to the terminal. The odyssey begins. First, I find my flight is cancelled. But there's another at 7:15. When I get to the head of the line, I find that there are no seats on that plane - or any other flights to National (where my car is). They've booked me on a flight at 11:00 the next morning. So I have to find a place to stay. I heave my bags on my shoulders and slog back across the parking lots to the Marriott that I've just checked out of, dripping from the 90+ heat. They inform me they have no rooms and recommend I take the shuttle over to the parking lot where there are phones for the other hotels. After getting over there, and making some calls, I find out that NONE of the hotels have rooms. So I resolve to go back to the ticket counter and see if there are flights to ANYWHERE in DC -- Dulles or BWI and I'll worry about my car later. I stopped in the "C" terminal first - Continental's main center - but the lines were so long it would take hours. So got back on the "AirTrain" and went to Terminal A, where I started. While making my way over, I figured if all else fails, I could get on the train, go into Manhattan, take a cab to LaGuradia and pay for a Shuttle flight down to National. Expensive, but I'm getting a bit desparate - so screw the cost. But as I get to the counter it occurs to me that if I can take th train to Manhattan, maybe I can get Amtrak down to D.C., then hop the Metro over to National (?!) It turned out that the ticket agent not only knew the next Amtrak train....but was able to change my ticket for Amtrak, without any extra cost. Back on the AirTrain to the RAILLink just in time and a much better way to get home....and probably still earlier that if I'd gotten on a later flight. Though there was a wicked thunderstorm raging when I got to National and my car. Through the whole event I stayed remarkably even-keeled. A little frustration and aggravation crept in, but I figured that somehow, I'd figure it out. And I think that sense of calm eventually got me to realize the Amtrak alternative....though it should have occured to me earlier.
And when I finally go home, Betsy and Alison were here visiting.....
6/29/2008 6:52:26 PM
Chris & Patrick Off To Camp
Last Sunday I had to get Chris & Patrick up at 5:00 am and get over to Dulles for their flight to Chicago and long drive up to Camp Highlands for three weeks. I was pretty worried about Patrick. It's his first year - at 10 - and he's doesn't usually seek out social networks. If he finds them, fine, and he can be very friendly. But he doesn't need them. We were worried that he might get homesick. So I waited until I saw the plane take off before I left the airport.
VCU - Feels very odd just having Jamie and Nathan around. Jamie's gone alot anyway - and working at GEO Structures - and Nathan's always running around outside anyway. But on Wednesday the four of us drove down to Richmond for Jamie's fresman orientation at VCU. Dropped him off and ate in the dining hall. And wouldn't you know, Jamie finds the weirdest looking kid in the group - dreadlocks and piercing - to befriend. Nate, Marth and I drove around different part of Richmond and then checked in to the hotel. Watched Nathan swim in the pool -- all by ourselves. Then a whole swarm of kids move onto our floor, crowd the hallways and make a racket - forcing us to complain three times to management. Next morning, we eat at Denny's and head to the school......
The Trip From Hell
I needed to be up in Neward for an LLS Board meeting on Thursday morning. So the plan was that driving back from Richmond, Martha would just drop me off at National. Of course, just before this she asked me how I planned on getting home on Saturday night......and I had to confess; I hadn't quite thought that far ahead. But on leaving Richmond with the three of them asleep and did some quick calculations on the clock and figured I could make it all the way back to P'Ville; drop them off, hop in my car and make it down to National in time for the 9:00 flight. Traffic was light and everything worked perfectly. I checked my bag....but was told the flight was delayed until 10:20. So I went to get something to eat. When I came back at 9:40, the Security lines were closed down!! So there was no way I could even get to my flight -- and no one left at the Continental counter! I noticed there was a 7:00 am flight up there. Now, I would have stayed at my office; but they had my bag, so the only alternative was to drive al the way back to P'Ville, sleep for a few hours and get up in time to drive all the way to National AGAIN in time to catch the 7:00 flight.
Fortunately, that all worked. The meetings (new BOD orientations and SLC meetings) went fine and I walked over to the terminals after lunch to retrieve my bag -- which fortunately had come up the night before.
Saturday; there's a Board presentation that starts about 9:30 and the whole meeting goes until about 3:00. I have a 5:00 flight scheduled and get a lift from a colleague over to the terminal. The odyssey begins. First, I find my flight is cancelled. But there's another at 7:15. When I get to the head of the line, I find that there are no seats on that plane - or any other flights to National (where my car is). They've booked me on a flight at 11:00 the next morning. So I have to find a place to stay. I heave my bags on my shoulders and slog back across the parking lots to the Marriott that I've just checked out of, dripping from the 90+ heat. They inform me they have no rooms and recommend I take the shuttle over to the parking lot where there are phones for the other hotels. After getting over there, and making some calls, I find out that NONE of the hotels have rooms. So I resolve to go back to the ticket counter and see if there are flights to ANYWHERE in DC -- Dulles or BWI and I'll worry about my car later. I stopped in the "C" terminal first - Continental's main center - but the lines were so long it would take hours. So got back on the "AirTrain" and went to Terminal A, where I started. While making my way over, I figured if all else fails, I could get on the train, go into Manhattan, take a cab to LaGuradia and pay for a Shuttle flight down to National. Expensive, but I'm getting a bit desparate - so screw the cost. But as I get to the counter it occurs to me that if I can take th train to Manhattan, maybe I can get Amtrak down to D.C., then hop the Metro over to National (?!) It turned out that the ticket agent not only knew the next Amtrak train....but was able to change my ticket for Amtrak, without any extra cost. Back on the AirTrain to the RAILLink just in time and a much better way to get home....and probably still earlier that if I'd gotten on a later flight. Though there was a wicked thunderstorm raging when I got to National and my car. Through the whole event I stayed remarkably even-keeled. A little frustration and aggravation crept in, but I figured that somehow, I'd figure it out. And I think that sense of calm eventually got me to realize the Amtrak alternative....though it should have occured to me earlier.
And when I finally go home, Betsy and Alison were here visiting.....
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