Sunday, November 17, 2024

Divine Weekend

I’m wearing a semi-permanent smile right now and I owe it all to a widespread collection of family and friends who came together to provide one of those weekends I’ll remember for the rest of whatever time I have left on earth. It started on Friday when the Panamanian Mafia (and the Czech Connection) gathered for a post First Friday Family Facetime call get together. Pizza and beer were the names of the game, although I was quizzed on whatever happened to my European wine affiliation. I helpfully pointed outside that we were firmly back in the US where I proudly consume watered down American beer. I, however, once again extended my palate, after being exposed to Czech eggnog. I have scrupulously avoided ever drinking eggnog and I do mean, ever, even at well lubricated Christmases. The Czechs convinced me to try their concoction, explaining it involved rum that had to be smuggled into the US (editor’s note: I am not saying who did the smuggling in this case). It turned out to be really, really tasty and smooth. Color me amazed; and a big shout out to the smugglers (whoever they are).  

FBR Helping with Birthday Candles
The evening peaked with the arrival of the New Jersey bunch. That was timely because the FBR offered much needed guidance on how I should properly wield Bonecrusher (I blame the eggnog) based on her recent experience. Bonecrusher was needed to sever yet another magical cake created by my Favorite Panamanian. She has now officially moved into the realm of enchantment. She created a cake themed around movies, reading, and popcorn. For some reason she thought this was an accurate description of the birthday boy. Go figure! It was a great night.

Friday Night Crew

Wife Revealing the Cake



Getting Ready to Cut teh Cake

Hold Up! That's a Glass Table


Another Successful Bonecrusher Operation
We all woke up early Saturday morning and not only because the FBR was in residence. My Favorite Panamanian and her fellow church ladies planned a breakfast to honor the church’s veterans. I qualified, as did the Neighborhood Mafioso’s husband, my good buddy. I felt it was only appropriate that my wife garner some credit so I bought a t-shirt that proclaimed, “Military Wife - Toughest Job in the Military”, a basic truth any married veteran will concur with. We had a very fun table as my daughter and the FBR joined the Mafioso’s gang. I felt some sneaky pride that my granddaughter, who wasn’t around during the time I wore the uniform could experience this, realizing her grandpa served the country in uniform. We had to beat feet early to make our departure time for the biggest event of the weekend – the annual hometown, birthday pub crawl/high school reunion.

 
Saturday Morning with Mafioso's husband and FBR

We arrived in Keene to find Great Aunt already on the scene at Keene Friend’s house, having arrived the night before. Saturday was Great Aunt’s birthday which added to the august nature of the impending exercise. We immediately set out for Five Guys, the site of the traditional pre-crawl meal. We arrived there to find the Cantankerous Friend already on the scene and prepping for his key role in the crawl. After some quick catching up amongst the assembled worthies, we returned to Keene Friend’s house to launch on the crawl. My Favorite Panamanian volunteered to spend the afternoon shopping with the FBR since a pub crawl is not on either of their dance cards.

Pre-Crawl Meal
I’m going to forego chronicling each pub as we hit them, breaking with the tradition from the previous ten crawls. Yep. This was the eleventh annual birthday pub crawl that I’ve accomplished. We started in 2013 with only my son and I and it has grown each year apart from the benighted 2020 (we still did one, although much reduced). It has evolved into a mini-high school reunion as more and more of my high school classmates joined and realized how much fun we could still have partying together. This year we had no fewer than 20 people at each of the stops as classmates came and went throughout the day. We started at Penuche’s Ale House, followed by the Lab ‘n Lager, Modestman Brewery, the Kilkenny Pub, Madame Sheri’s, and the Pour House. I’ve included two photos from each of the stops.

Penuche's - The Gathering

Penuche Group Shot

Lab 'n Lager Discussions

Lab 'n Lager Group Shot
You can gather from the assembly of photographic evidence that a good time was had by all. I was particularly impressed with the attendance and grit of one of my female classmates. She’s forced to use a walker, and she made the walk to every single one of the stops. Truly inspiring. I think the Keene population was a little shocked to see this sea of gray hair and party intentioned senior citizens cruising their streets. I was so pleased to see both my kids, Wingman, and Great Aunt seamlessly fitting into the crowd. That’s testimony to the excellence on both sides of that equation. Keene Friend and I conspired to play a joke on one of our classmates at Penuche’s. She claims to have never been into this fine establishment known for extraordinarily sticky floors (the reason for which is best left unexplored). She promised to come this year and I convinced the bartender to shout out her name and ask if she wanted “her usual”. The bartender performed flawlessly but she only looked confused. It seemed a much better joke in the concept phase but Keene Friend and I both laughed very hard.

Modestman Crowd

Modestman Photo - FBR & Wife Join Us!

Kilkenny Pub Socializing

Kilkenny Group Shot
What followed was a truly special afternoon as we made our way through the streets of Keene. I can’t say enough about the people I was fortunate enough to spend the time with. I felt bad for my Favorite Panamanian who usually finds a way to join us for at least a couple stops. She and the FBR stopped by briefly at the Modestman Brewery. I planned to have her join us after the Pour House for the planned after-party gathering at Margarita’s. Unfortunately, once again Margarita’s disappointed. It has a checkered history for customer service, and we were unable to form up there. I called the wife to tell her not to come and we set out to walk back to Keene Friend’s house.

Madame Sheri's

Madame Sheri's Group Shot

Pour House

Pour House Group Shot
I was severely disappointed (in Margarita’s once again) because there were some late arriving classmates, including some of my favorites, who continued the party back at the Lab ‘n Lager. I was extremely proud of that as I later learned that they continued until after midnight. Considering we started just after noon, that was quite a run and included the Cantankerous Friend. I wished I could have attended but my Favorite Panamanian didn’t deserve to be left out again. We returned to Keene Friend’s house to link back up with her. Predictably, Keene Friend had arranged a birthday cake for both Great Aunt and me. Since I’d already wielded Bonecrusher, I allowed Great Aunt to do the cutting although the FBR felt she needed to guide the downstroke.

Some More Lab 'n Lager Scenes

The Fam

The Late Night Super Heroes

FBR Helps Great Aunt with Bonecrusher
My daughter’s family and Great Aunt headed to their hotel after the cake cutting. I heard rumors of the Lab ‘n Lager gathering but the wife was looking daggers at me when I mentioned it. You don’t get to my exalted age by ignoring these wifely signals. Keene Friend and I watched a very entertaining college football game with my son to wile away the rest of the evening. This morning, we all gathered at my mom’s favorite breakfast place, The Pub, for, you guessed it, breakfast. Everybody was in remarkably good shape dispite Saturday’s activities. It was a fun meal with the FBR entertaining us with her rapidly developing dry sense of humor. Both my son and the New Jersey bunch headed for home afterwards. I spent the afternoon watching NFL football with both Keene Friends as well as the Cantankerous One. It was one of those weekends I didn’t want to end but I can’t stop smiling as I remember it. Unbelievably, it exceeded my expectations which were impossibly high to begin with. I owe a huge debt of thanks to my family and friends and those remarkable classmates. KHS class of 1973 rules!!!

Breakfast This Morning
Zero movies fell in the A-Z watch, all keepers: Read above to see why

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RECURRING CHARACTERS:                                

ABFA – Amazing Best Family Athlete

 my daughter in law; BR3 – Blog Reader #3 – granddaughter #3; BRS - Blog Reader the Sequel - second granddaughter; Cantankerous Friend – friend since grade school who likes to argue about everything, poses as radical leftist to attract women; CRC - Connecticut Riverboat Captain – another close friend from high school, renowned sailor of the big river; Curbside Girls – close friends of my daughter acquired during her single days in Brooklyn; Czech Connection – Czech couple who’ve become good friends along with their daughter (the Czech Shadow); Deckzilla – our backyard deck which grew to monstrous dimensions once my wife got involved in planning; Favorite Panamanian - the wife (of course); FBR - First Blog Reader - first granddaughter; First Friday – celebrations to mark the First Friday of the Week; Great Aunt - my elder sister; Keene Friends 1 & 2 – friends since high school from my home town of Keene, NH; Kindergarten Friend – friend since kindergarten whom I reunited with after many years; Maine and Virginia Musqueteras – two close friends of my wife – her US sisters, my wife is the 3rd Musquetera (musketeer); Namesake Nephew – son of Great Aunt and Soxfather named after me; Neighborhood Mafioso - wife's close friend and Panamanian mafia member; PanaGals – female relatives /friends of my wife from Panama; Panamanian/Latin Mafia – inevitable group of Latino friends my wife accumulates wherever we have lived & their spouses; PCR - Pittsburgh College Roommate – high school friend, also a “Minor Celebrity” in Pittsburgh; PCR+1 - Pittsburgh College Roommate’s wife; Riggins - also known as the Grandpuppy, son's dog; Seis Amigos - two couples from our condo complex and my wife and I; Soxfather – my brother-in-law (whom I miss more than I can ever explain); Tia Loca – wife’s younger sister; Wingman – my son in law; Wingmom – Wingman’s mom, of course

Friday, November 15, 2024

Birthday Twin

Okay. A quick post as I’m navigating my birthday with my Favorite Panamanian supervising me  and refusing to allow me to do any work. It’s taken a few years but she finally figured out how to cook scrambled eggs which was always a sticking point on past birthdays. We just got back from lunch at the Boynton in Worcester. I was a little crushed as I selected that restaurant last year because they served prime rib but that is no longer on the menu. I suffered through a  glorious steak instead. A huge birthday cake is well hidden in the fridge, and I have been given strict instructions not to cheat and check it out before the arrival of the New Jersey bunch later today. My Favorite Panamanian spent two complete days creating it. I continued in my role as my wife’s personal, life sized, Ken doll as she gifted me with some new clothes. Thank God she’s on my side as I have no style sense whatsoever.

Birthday Lunch!
I remain particularly excited about tomorrow’s pub crawl. This will be the first one in a long while that both of my kids will attend along with Great Aunt. Now we get to the whole “Twin” comment in the title. Today Great Aunt and I are the same age. Her birthday is tomorrow so it is appropriate she is celebrating with us. It’s been my fate in life to have completely ruined her first birthday party by arriving the day before. To her immense credit, she has never held that against me. I’m incredibly proud of her as she’s demonstrated so much courage over the past few years dealing with Soxfather’s untimely departure. I still think about him every day so I can only imagine how tough it is for his soulmate. She is something very special. Speaking of special, Wingman exposed me to a new delicacy during my recent trip to New Jersy. They now make Coca Cola Zero with the taste of Oreos! I know. Sounds weird. Trust me though. Completely and utterly awesome. I’m going to sneak upstairs and try and get a look at that cake. Wish me luck. Oh, and many, many thanks to the numerous birthday wishes I’ve been receiving almost non-stop today. My heart is officially touched.

Five movies fell in the A-Z watch, all keepers: Mile 22, gritty CIA action flick, well done; Miller’s Crossing, absolutely love this Coen movie, awesome characters and screenplay; Minority Report, Spielberg and Cruise in Sci fi epic; Mission Impossible, impossibly young Cruise dangling almost as much as the plot, love the final scene; and Mission Impossible 2, kind of cheesy but anything with Thandi Newton in it will be worth the watch.

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RECURRING CHARACTERS:                                

ABFA – Amazing Best Family Athlete

 my daughter in law; BR3 – Blog Reader #3 – granddaughter #3; BRS - Blog Reader the Sequel - second granddaughter; Cantankerous Friend – friend since grade school who likes to argue about everything, poses as radical leftist to attract women; CRC - Connecticut Riverboat Captain – another close friend from high school, renowned sailor of the big river; Curbside Girls – close friends of my daughter acquired during her single days in Brooklyn; Deckzilla – our backyard deck which grew to monstrous dimensions once my wife got involved in planning; Favorite Panamanian - the wife (of course); FBR - First Blog Reader - first granddaughter; First Friday – celebrations to mark the First Friday of the Week; Great Aunt - my elder sister; Keene Friends 1 & 2 – friends since high school from my home town of Keene, NH; Kindergarten Friend – friend since kindergarten whom I reunited with after many years; Maine and Virginia Musqueteras – two close friends of my wife – her US sisters, my wife is the 3rd Musquetera (musketeer); Namesake Nephew – son of Great Aunt and Soxfather named after me; Neighborhood Mafioso - wife's close friend and Panamanian mafia member; PanaGals – female relatives /friends of my wife from Panama; Panamanian/Latin Mafia – inevitable group of Latino friends my wife accumulates wherever we have lived & their spouses; PCR - Pittsburgh College Roommate – high school friend, also a “Minor Celebrity” in Pittsburgh; PCR+1 - Pittsburgh College Roommate’s wife; Riggins - also known as the Grandpuppy, son's dog; Seis Amigos - two couples from our condo complex and my wife and I; Soxfather – my brother-in-law (whom I miss more than I can ever explain); Tia Loca – wife’s younger sister; Wingman – my son in law; Wingmom – Wingman’s mom, of course

Wednesday, November 13, 2024

Anticipation Mode

I am in extremely heavy anticipation mode as we’re moving into what I call the sweet spot of the year. We’ve already celebrated the FBR’s birthday, and now I’m confronted with my own birthday on Friday. It would be extremely self-absorbed to be overly excited about that (but I am). The main source of my anticipatory glee falls on Saturday when I head north to my hometown for the 11th consecutive birthday pub crawl. It’s evolved over the years into a mini reunion for my high school class (some of the coolest people I know) which only adds to the attraction. The best news on that august event, in addition to my stalwart son, who has been to all but the Covid one, is that my daughter, Wingman, and Great Aunt are all also attending. The FBR will also be along as a shopping partner for her abuela, who doesn’t crawl. This has the makings of a truly epic time. So, you can understand why I’m a little jittery as this is truly one of the social highlights of the year for me. I love going back to my hometown and when you throw in all the classmates as well as the family, all I can say is a loud and thunderous “Hooo Ahhh!”.

Stop 5 on Last Year's Crawl
There will be some notable absences from the crawl. The PCR played cute for the past couple months, teasing us with a possible appearance as he did last year. Alas, he posted that his duties as a minor celebrity in Pittsburgh would prevent him from attending. He is kind of desperate because he wants one of our well lubricated phone calls from either the 4th or 5th pub. The other worthy not attending is my favorite cousin. He’s only attended one but that was truly heroic. He somehow managed to get lost in Keene after the last stop, not an easy task with his hotel fifty meters from that last stop. This led to a late-night search of Keene which missed his chosen resting spot along the banks of the Ashuelot River. He turned up at his hotel a couple hours later, muddied but unbowed. For some reason his wife no longer allows him to attend, but at least I have an iron clad modus to poke fun at him for the foreseeable future.

In some other housekeeping notes, in addition to the crawl on Saturday, my Favorite Panamanian, through her work with her fellow church ladies, has arranged a breakfast to honor veterans Saturday morning. The Neighborhood Mafioso will also be there to be honored, so that’ll be cool. One of the added benefits of my recent trip to Europe was the solution to a long-standing mystery that has bedeviled Great Aunt and me. Neither of us could remember the name of the store in Turner Falls, Massachusetts that our mother would drag us to every year for school clothes shopping. These painful events probably assisted in forming my lifelong hatred of shopping. One of the other members of the tour group was from Turners Falls and readily supplied the missing name, Rockdale’s. Now that nightmare at least has a name. I’ve made some real progress on the A-Z movie watch. I’ve reached the final third of the main movie rack. While it’s taken me nearly three years to reach this point, I am accomplishing what I set out to do, thinning the ranks of movies unworthy of continued presence in the library. You can see in the photo how the two sections on the left have more space for future acquisitions than the unwatched section on the right.

I’m still doing a lot of reading, although I don’t chronicle it here anymore. Earlier in the year I found myself out of favorite authors, with nothing to ready while I waited for them to produce something. Amazon’s mind reading algorithm came to the rescue by recommending Quentin Black to me. He’s a former Royal Marine and has written a very entertaining action series, based on a character named Conner Reed. It took me a little while to get used to the British slang, but Black is an excellent story teller. He included a lot of sex in the first few books, but I guess the editors reined him in a bit because the later ones lacked that (a real shame). I rushed through and read the entire series (9 books) quickly. He now joins the stable of authors upon whom I await their next book. If you’re looking for a great read in the action/thriller genre, I heartily recommend Mr. Black’s work.


Date night yesterday saw us back at the cinema to see the latest Tom Hanks movie, Here. I know this is not getting a lot of love from the critics, but I truly enjoyed this flick. It has the interesting concept, showing the events of a single spot of land and its inhabitants, dating from the time of the dinosaurs up to the present. The de-aging process they use for many of the actors is nothing short of remarkable. Most of the movie is spent the living room of the house built on the spot with the various families that inhabit it through time. The plot jumps back and forth through time but that is handled so effectively that it is not confusing at all. I think you have to be my age to truly appreciate the film’s message of the impact of seemingly minor and some major life decisions. We see the result of those decisions play out with the main couple of Hanks and his Gump-Jenny, Robin Wright, from teenage years to their senior citizenship. That message resonates with me for the years I have under my belt. Everyone’s life is driven by decisions made when you don’t always have the right mindset or knowledge to make an informed decision. This was a message eloquently delivered by this superb cast and extraordinary special effects. I loved this movie.

Three movies fell in the A-Z watch, all keepers: Michael, too funny with Travolta as a beer guzzling archangel; Midnight in Paris, absolutely love this movie with time traveling Owen Wilson meeting Hemmingway; and Mike and Dave Need Wedding Dates, guilty pleasure of slapstick comedy and I’ll watch Kendrick in anything (except those Pithc Perfect things)

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RECURRING CHARACTERS:                                

ABFA – Amazing Best Family Athlete - my daughter in law; BR3 – Blog Reader #3 – granddaughter #3; BRS - Blog Reader the Sequel - second granddaughter; Cantankerous Friend – friend since grade school who likes to argue about everything, poses as radical leftist to attract women; CRC - Connecticut Riverboat Captain – another close friend from high school, renowned sailor of the big river; Curbside Girls – close friends of my daughter acquired during her single days in Brooklyn; Deckzilla – our backyard deck which grew to monstrous dimensions once my wife got involved in planning; Favorite Panamanian - the wife (of course); FBR - First Blog Reader - first granddaughter; First Friday – celebrations to mark the First Friday of the Week; Great Aunt - my elder sister; Keene Friends 1 & 2 – friends since high school from my home town of Keene, NH; Kindergarten Friend – friend since kindergarten whom I reunited with after many years; Maine and Virginia Musqueteras – two close friends of my wife – her US sisters, my wife is the 3rd Musquetera (musketeer); Namesake Nephew – son of Great Aunt and Soxfather named after me; Neighborhood Mafioso - wife's close friend and Panamanian mafia member; PanaGals – female relatives /friends of my wife from Panama; Panamanian/Latin Mafia – inevitable group of Latino friends my wife accumulates wherever we have lived & their spouses; PCR - Pittsburgh College Roommate – high school friend, also a “Minor Celebrity” in Pittsburgh; PCR+1 - Pittsburgh College Roommate’s wife; Riggins - also known as the Grandpuppy, son's dog; Seis Amigos - two couples from our condo complex and my wife and I; Soxfather – my brother-in-law (whom I miss more than I can ever explain); Tia Loca – wife’s younger sister; Wingman – my son in law; Wingmom – Wingman’s mom, of course

Monday, November 11, 2024

Morale Boost and V-Day

This past weekend was just what I needed. Well, except for the two drives through Connecticut, but all good things must be paid for. Probably why I have flakes of blue and red nail polish on my fingers right now. More on that later. After the Tuesday debacle, I was in serious need of a morale boost and there is a bona fide, “sure thing” in that department, consisting of time spent with the family. Today is also the FBR’s birthday, so that had to be celebrated, of course. She decided this year she wanted her birthday party at a roller-skating rink, one of her latest fascinations. To accomplish this welcome task, we journeyed down to New Jersey on Friday, successfully shooting the gap between morning and evening rush hours. We arrived to find my daughter full into birthday party prep which the parents of young children will understand.

FBR With her Birthday Face On
We had a very fun afternoon as I was volunteered, by the FBR, to be her primary assistant on the backyard playground set. I was a little tired from the Connecticut passage, but I realized I don’t have many more years of fielding these requests from the granddaughters (No, not because I’m dying but they’re growing up) (So fast!). It was a summer-like day, so we ended up on the back deck hanging out as the sun set before launching into First Friday celebrations. Apparently, I’ve been talking too much about my wine drinking during the European vacation and Wingman called me on that. To reward his diligence in curbing my boasting, I endeavored to remind him each time I saw him over the weekend, about how much wine I’d had in Europe. It’s what I do. Saturday saw the arrival of the New Hampshire bunch as my son’s family arrived. They’d spent Friday night at our empty house to break up the trip. I was once again on duty at the backyard playground set when their arrival was announced. I knew at that point that cousins trump grandparents, in no uncertain terms, and that I was out of a job for the foreseeable future.

Frist Friday Deck Time

Backyard Assistant Duties



Cousins have Arrived!!!
I’m so glad these three have bonded the way that they have. We set out together for the trek to the roller-skating rink. The rink brought back a lot of memories of my own youth when the YMCA used to sponsor trips for us to Brattleboro and the nearest roller-skating rink. Nothing much has changed, other than rollerblades, in the last 60 years, from what I could tell. The FBR was in serious nirvana as her friends arrived to celebrate her birthday. She’s gotten pretty good on roller blades herself. It was interesting to see kids who could barely stand on their skates when they arrived, cruising around the rink after a couple hours.
Biggest Birthday Present!

Skater Girl

On the Floor Trailed by ABFA and Wingman

Loving It

Abuela and Dad Offering BR3 Advice
The party called for the unveiling the latest of another of my Favorite Panamanian’s superb granddaughter birthday cakes, roller skating themed this time out. She spends three days creating each of these cakes and bakes so much love into each. While I had brought Bonecrusher with us, we felt it would probably be frowned upon by the rink management to enter with a three-foot broadsword. The FBR understood and said we could cleave the remnants of the cake later at home. She also wanted my daughter to cut the cake with her as I had forgotten to bring Bonecrusher with me for her birthday. Kid has a heart.

FBR's Birthday Gang

ABFA and the Cousins

The Cake

Its Creator

The Birthday Girl
The rink was filled with at least three other birthday parties and such additional people as the roller-skating genre appeals to. The ABFA, being the true athlete, spent almost the entire time out on the skating floor with sore feet to prove it. Wingman was similarly affected, but both devoted a large amount of their time shepherding the kids around the endless loop. My wife and I have only two good knees between us, so the roller skating was not on our agenda. My son and I were keeping a beaded eye on the clock as it marched so slowly towards the party end time. While it was supremely rewarding to see the FBR glorified and immersed in her birthday celebration, it was time to leave well before the appointed hour.

Candles Lit

And Unlit

Mother and Daughter

Very Happy Birthday Party
A representative quorum of the FBR’s friends live in the neighborhood and returned home with us for the ceremonial gifts opening. I always enjoy watching the granddaughters open gifts because it brings back memories of the joy associated with these moments from my own youth. Part of the joy of grandkids is the vicariously living out archived memories they bring to the fore. The FBR, I think, was happier to be surrounded by family and friends than the gifts themselves, but it was a tight contest. We moved to the backyard for the piñata bashing. Earlier in the day I accompanied my daughter and the FBR to the local party store where I bought the piñata. The FBR has inherited her abuela’s shopping acumen and chose the largest piñata available. I thought the thing was pretty sturdy and envisioned another one of those death by a thousand blows piñata situations. I was therefore pleasantly surprised when the FBR dealt a deathblow to the thing with the first swing. A piece broke off and the candy flowed out to into a sea of diving nine-year-olds and one Panamanian lady.

Back Home for Gifts

The FBR Holding Court

The Crew With the Short-lived Pinata
After the exhausted but sugar infused granddaughters were sent to bed, we settled in for another one of those evenings I cherish. The “kids”, Wingmom, and we sat around enjoying each other’s company in a way only a familial bond creates. Someone mentioned a new documentary available on Netflix surrounding the 2004 Red Sox and we spent the rest of the evening luxuriating in that seminal moment in New England sports lore, appropriately titled, “The Comeback”. Watching it in the heart of the Evil Empire led to a truly fun evening.

Sunday was recovery day for everyone except the kids who were surreptitiously delving into their candy bags whenever the parents weren’t paying close enough attention. After church we trooped over to the Player Agency, Wingman’s new restaurant where he served as a fabulous host, even tuning in the Red Zone for me, knowing how much my two football-less weeks in Europe had cost me (despite all the wine). My Favorite Panamanian created a fantastic roast beef dinner for all before we had to face the return journey home. The BRS came down with some kind of stomach bug (roller rink food?) which put her out of action for most of the day, culminating with a technicolor yawn onto the couch in the early evening. While dinner was being created the FBR and BR3 decided I needed a makeover which resulted in face sparkles and the aforementioned blue and red nail polish. They were a little upset with me when I removed it when I went to buy gas for the return trip. They solved that dilemma by re-applying it. Dinner was followed by the drawing and quartering of the cake remnants by the FBR’s and my daughter’s expert wielding of Bonecrusher.

Player Agency Time

My Makeover Artists

BR3 Helping her Auntie

Bonecrusher Time!


We set out for home in the early evening, driving through the first appreciable rain we’ve had in a very long time. The only good thing about leaving New Jersey was my son’s family trailing behind us and spending the night again at our house, this time with us in residence. I was trying to figure out why I was getting some weird looks at a rest stop until my eyes smarting a little bit reminded me that I still had the granddaughter applied makeup on. We were all safely home before midnight and this morning BR3 provided critical assistance to my Monday morning rubbish, flag raising, and bird feeding rituals. She only asked, in the way of payment, for a game of hide and seek. A small price, indeed. I can also finally post pictures from the recent Halloween while we were in Italy (drinking wine, Wingman!). They’re all home now but morale has been irrevocably restored and while the house is very quiet, I have it on good authority I have a birthday pub crawl waiting for me this weekend. Color me more than excited.

 

FBR Halloween Pics

With Her mom

BRS and BR3 HAlloween

Arrested!




FBR School Photo

Veterans’ Day

Veterans Day always causes me to reflect on how I ended up wearing a uniform for much of my adult life. I blame my uncles. I grew up idolizing my father’s brothers and sisters, all of whom served in World War 2 along with my father and his brother Pete who died on Guadalcanal. My family has a long history of military service; my great grandfather’s brother, Warren, was killed crossing the Wheatfield at Gettysburg. I was a typical kid growing up in the 1960s drawn in a lot of directions by the cultural forces trying to pull the country apart (kind of like nowadays). I  wandered into the military after college and found a home. I met leaders who reminded me of the gentle uncles with the steel lightly disguised behind eyes that had seen too much. I also found a love of America these aunts and uncles had imbued me with.

I’ve written about this before and decided to repost a couple of those thoughts because they’re appropriate today when we should all be remembering the sacrifices made and thanking those who donned the uniform for the belief in this greatest of all countries. I was brought up, without ever realizing it, to have a deep abiding love of this country and serving in the military only refined those feelings. To serve in the military you must believe in what you’re fighting for. I think, that, more than any other factor can determine an Army’s success on the battlefield. I know that a lot of civilians don’t “get it” and at times even ridicule those who profess a love of country. To be honest, certain fanatical factions of the far right have attempted to hijack patriotism as their sole property while also serving as the judge of who is “patriotic”. This could not be farther from the truth.

Patriotism means standing up for the values your country is based on, not on the convenient truth of the latest politician. True patriotism is found in hating a hateful message but loving the freedom to send it. If nothing else America stands for freedom, an escape from the notion that your station of birth determines your station in life. This is such a precious commodity. I believe in the bedrock decency of America and hold in utter contempt politicians and intellectuals who attempt to denigrate who we are and kow tow to their foreign counterparts to curry favor. They don’t fully appreciate or understand what America means to us. We as a nation comprise the most startlingly successful expression of the basic human need for individual freedom that the world has ever seen. Since we are humans, we are certainly not perfect but we, as a nation, dare to believe we can be better than we’ve been. That is the marrow of this country and the profound, immense strength that fanatics will never understand or successfully confront. Certainly worth fighting for.

I post this every Veterans Day because it says what being a veteran is much more eloquently than I ever could:

What is a Vet?

Some veterans bear visible signs of their service:  a missing limb, a jagged scar, a certain look in the eye. Others may carry the evidence inside them:  a pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg – or perhaps another sort of inner steel: the soul’s ally forged in the refinery of adversity.  Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem. You can’t tell a vet just by looking. What is a vet? He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn’t run out of fuel.  He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel. She, or he, is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang.  He is the POW who went away one person and came back another – or didn’t come back at all.  He is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no account rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other’s backs. He is the parade riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand.  He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by. He is the three anonymous heroes in the Tomb of the Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean’s sunless deep. He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket, palsied now and agonizingly slow, who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and wishes all day long that his wife was still alive to hold him when the nightmares come. He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being, a person who offered some of his life’s most vital years in the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs. He is a Soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known. So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say Thank You. That’s all most people need, and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded. Two little words that mean a lot, “THANK YOU”.  Remember November 11th is Veterans Day. “It is the Soldier, not the reporter, who has given us freedom of the press. It is the Soldier, not the poet who has given us freedom of speech. It is the Soldier, not the campus organizer, who has given us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the Soldier, who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protester to burn the flag.” – Father Denis O'Brien, USMC

Those are powerful words and I know it’s hokey but they still bring tears to my eyes because of their intrinsic truth. My proudest moment in uniform was not at a change of command or a medal ceremony. It was while I was at Washington’s Union Station, in uniform, waiting to pick up my daughter. A businessman noticed me walked over and said, “I just wanted to thank you for serving your country.” As stated above, that meant so much to me, more than any medal or accolade.  So if you have a chance today, say thank you to a veteran.  He or she has earned it.

Three movies fell in the A-Z watch, all keepers: Men in Black 3, fun look at 2 versions of Jones; Men in Black International, updating the classic with a cool reunion of Thor and Valkyrie; and Miami Vice, great atmosphere with a certifiable lack of the cool from the TV series.

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RECURRING CHARACTERS:                                

ABFA – Amazing Best Family Athlete - my daughter in law; BR3 – Blog Reader #3 – granddaughter #3; BRS - Blog Reader the Sequel - second granddaughter; Cantankerous Friend – friend since grade school who likes to argue about everything, poses as radical leftist to attract women; CRC - Connecticut Riverboat Captain – another close friend from high school, renowned sailor of the big river; Curbside Girls – close friends of my daughter acquired during her single days in Brooklyn; Deckzilla – our backyard deck which grew to monstrous dimensions once my wife got involved in planning; Favorite Panamanian - the wife (of course); FBR - First Blog Reader - first granddaughter; First Friday – celebrations to mark the First Friday of the Week; Great Aunt - my elder sister; Keene Friends 1 & 2 – friends since high school from my home town of Keene, NH; Kindergarten Friend – friend since kindergarten whom I reunited with after many years; Maine and Virginia Musqueteras – two close friends of my wife – her US sisters, my wife is the 3rd Musquetera (musketeer); Namesake Nephew – son of Great Aunt and Soxfather named after me; Neighborhood Mafioso - wife's close friend and Panamanian mafia member; PanaGals – female relatives /friends of my wife from Panama; Panamanian/Latin Mafia – inevitable group of Latino friends my wife accumulates wherever we have lived & their spouses; PCR - Pittsburgh College Roommate – high school friend, also a “Minor Celebrity” in Pittsburgh; PCR+1 - Pittsburgh College Roommate’s wife; Riggins - also known as the Grandpuppy, son's dog; Seis Amigos - two couples from our condo complex and my wife and I; Soxfather – my brother-in-law (whom I miss more than I can ever explain); Tia Loca – wife’s younger sister; Wingman – my son in law; Wingmom – Wingman’s mom, of course