Wednesday, July 9, 2025

Humble Pie

I had a very funny conversation with the BRS a little bit ago. My son was bragging about how good a swimmer the BRS had become. He thought she was a better swimmer than he was. I took this opportunity to brag to the BRS that I used to be a good swimmer, swimming on my college team as well as playing water polo. I was feeling pretty cool, able to crow to my granddaughter about my (admittedly severely depleted) aquatic capabilities. My puffed-out chest lasted for about 30 seconds. As granddaughters are wont to do, she immediately injected some harsh realism into my fantasy world. She simply asked, “Did you make the Olympics?”. Stunned, I had to admit that I had not. She then summarily dismissed me as unworthy. Both my son and I started laughing. I’ve always believed in keeping high personal standards but, apparently, my granddaughter has lofty ones as well.

BRS Lifting BR3
My son sent these photos of the BRS and BR3 as the latter finishes her pre-school career this week. The one above has the BRS lifting BR3 as she leaves one of her last classes there. I love the one of her looking out the window, wearing wolf ears, with one of her signature maniacal looks. While her sister may excel at ego busting, BR3 can use that scary look to cause even adults to pause. This should come in handy in the future, causing people to take her seriously. Unpredictability can be a worthy attribute, hinting at danger. I love this about her.

That Look
No thunder runs up to Keene for a couple weeks as Keene Friend has disappeared into the northern climes of Maine. He’s visiting a good friend who lives up there now. He sent these pictures of that friend as well as some whales he was watching. His whales were a lot more active than the ones I saw a couple years ago off Gloucester who were mostly sleeping when we passed by.

Keene Friend and his Buddy


Date night yesterday had my Favorite Panamanian and I watching the latest Jurassic movie, Jurassic World Rebirth. The rebirth, or should I say, revamping as this latest movie returns to what made the original movie so memorable – the dinosaurs instead of politics. Scarlett proves her Marvel action days were no fluke as she easily dominates in the lead role. She leads a team back to yet another island the original park used to breed the big guys. They’ve got to retrieve tissue samples from three of the largest dinosaurs. Surprisingly (
😊), that’s not as easy as it sounds, as most of the team becomes menu items. There were some welcome surprises as one of the characters I predicted for an early demise survived while a lot of others did not. Not a lot of new terrain covered but a great summer epic walk with the dinosaurs again, ably helmed by the always watchable Ms. Johansson.


Four movies fell in the A-Z watch, all keepers: Rampage – better than I remembered with the Rock and a huge albino gorilla terrorizing Chicago; Raw Deal – one of the first movies they let Ahnuld speak, acceptable 80s era action, I’m still in love with Katherine Harrold; Ready or Not – hilarious horror/comedy with a dysfunctional demon worshipping rich family meeting their match in the heroine; Ready Player One – love this, just love it as an ode to 70s and 80s pop culture and friendship.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------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

Sunday, July 6, 2025

Partay Times

It certainly was as my Favorite Panamanian and I hit the road this weekend to attend three separate parties celebrating the birth of our nation. We started out in Rhode Island on the 4th where Great Aunt hosted a deck/pool party for her and Soxfather’s family. This was Namesake Nephew’s daughter’s first 4th of July and naturally Great Aunt wanted to celebrate (and show off a nearly perfect baby a little bit). In her defense, the newest member of the family was easily the star of the show, handling the endless attention with aplomb. We weren’t in the house more than two minutes before my Favorite Panamanian had the baby in her arms (it’s what she does).

Celebrating the 4th with my Favorite Panamanian
She Immediately Grabbed the Baby
It was a great afternoon spent with these excellent people. Soxfather’s sister cast her usually calumny concerning my photographic abilities so I, as required, snapped a bunch of pictures of her to be posted here (you are most welcome). Great Aunt has completely redesigned her entire backyard surrounding the pool and I was totally impressed. She had to wrest control of the terrain from Remy, her lab, but it was worth the effort. It was a very fun way to kick off our 4th of July celebrations.

Soxfather Sister Photo Montage



The new baby has created a new light in my sister’s family which was so good to see. Namesake Nephew, a Toyota mechanic, wanted to see my new car.  I had to repeatedly answer the most asked question of the weekend, “How do you fit in that?”. Since I was in a celebratory mode, my Favorite Panamanian got to drive the car home. This may or may not have been a result of the amount of Coors Lite my sister had available. Again, a great afternoon spent with some of my favorite people in the world.

Baby With Brother and Sister

Great Aunt and Namesake Nephew


Very Happy Great Aunt

Brother and Sister
Saturday saw us heading out again to attend our friends in Leicester’s annual Independence Day party. We missed it last year when we were in Ireland, but this is one of the most anticipated social events of the summer for us. As it was at my Great Aunt’s party, I was encouraged to jump in the pool. I had to decline, admitting my time in Panama had ruined me for New England pools. Without a real winter to thicken up my tropical blood, I was not ready to jump into a pool with the water temps less than 90. The host claimed I was in their pool last year and I said the only exception for my rule was when my granddaughters are involved, as I can deny them nothing.

Saturday Party

A Very Fun Table

It was very fun party, made more so by the attendance of our next-door neighbors. They got to know yesterday’s party hosts at our last party and were invited to this one. Our next-door neighbor is a real character and joined forces with the other characters that emerge from the Panamanian Mafia who was also out in force. We also got to reunite with our Czech Friends. They were operating on very little sleep, having arrived in the wee hours of Saturday morning from a trip to Yellowstone. My Czech Shadow, none the worse for wear, despite the lack of sleep, immediately took up station and peppered me with questions about the granddaughters who she has adopted into her circle.

Wife Engaged with Mafia

Not Everybody was Afraid of Pool Temps

With my Czech Shadow
It was a fun gathering with an eclectic crowd ranging from our host’s family, their grandkids’ friends, the Panamanian Mafia etc., etc. There was literally a mountain of food served as everybody brought a dish to augment the host’s usual layout. My only criticism would be the presence of nuts in the chocolate chip cookies but that faux pas was redeemed when they unveiled a full sized, liberally sliced marble cake. All was well with the world after that.  I drove home from this gathering after I demonstrated to the skeptical friends that I can very easily get in and out of the new car.

Our Awesome Saturday Hosts with our Next Door Neighbors
After these two days of travel/partying, I was fully prepared and anticipatory of spending a leisurely Sunday afternoon, parked in front of the television watching the Red Sox. Alas, that was not to be. We had just returned from church when we received a frantic call from our Saturday party hosts. They needed our help. There was a lot of food left over from the party and they needed help in getting rid of it. I was wavering on making the half hour drive again when I heard that cheeseburgers were involved and our Czech friends would be assisting in the effort.  With that information provided, the decision was made. The lone mistake was failing to ask about the marble cake. I learned upon arrival that the delicacy had met its end at the hands of the younger crowd the day before. Despite that, it was a great afternoon spent with these good friends. The day before had been so crowded that we didn’t get to talk with them as much as we would have liked. It was a great way to polish of the 4th of July weekend party sequence.

The Sunday Crew
Of course, we weren’t the only ones partying this weekend. We received multiple reports from both granddaughter camps. The New Hampshire bunch was certainly a moving target as they journeyed up in to the White Mountains to spend the 4th at one of the ABFA’s uncle’s lake side cottage. They returned yesterday for another party followed by fireworks. There was additional excitement for that, when they adjusted the fireworks to explode below a cloud bank which resulted in post-explosion debris, some still lit, descending on the crowd.

Son's Family Ready to Celebrate
Meanwhile, in New Jersey, the FBR was at a sky diving camp. No, she wasn’t jumping out of a plane. One of her friends had a birthday party where they got to ride the wind in one of the devices that trains sky divers. I was impressed with the FBR’s form. They were also out for fireworks and a clown show yesterday. The re-opening of the town’s library after an extensive renovation was a huge event for both of these voracious readers. So, the fam did it up right, as our country certainly deserves.

Winged FBR

FBR Hovering

Good Form

Taking it all Casually, Of Course

Out with her Mom for Fireworks

Four movies fell in the A-Z watch, all keepers: The Quiet Man – best John Ford movie ever, so cool to watch after last year being in Irish town where it was filmed; A Quiet Place – immense tension generated by the impossible situation this family finds itself; Quo Vadis – epic film about ancient Rome I loved as a kid; Raising Arizona – hilarious take on the most inept criminals ever.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------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

Thursday, July 3, 2025

Happy 4th

Since we’re at that special day where we celebrate the birthday of my beloved country, I wanted to take this opportunity to address something that’s been bothering me since the Clinton presidency. Something that has been enhanced and blown up to unimaginable levels since the advent of the information age. The attempt to divide Americans. For Clinton it was a cheap political trick to garner support. Others have taken this and run with it. Our enemies, the Russians and the Iranians, have certainly noticed as they are engaged in an ongoing war for the soul of America through the internet. We are better than this.

I know we have a complete buffoon as president. He isn’t the first and he won’t be the last, but he is our duly elected president. Of all Americans. You can’t only love your country when you agree with the political party in power. We have been and will continue to be a force for good in the world because we are one of the few, if not only, countries in the world where the station of your birth doesn’t define you. I wore the unfirm of this country for twenty-seven years and in doing so certain aspects of life in America were brought home to me in no uncertain terms. We are that shining city upon the hill that Ronald Reagan spoke so eloquently about.

One of the things I did in preparing to write today was search the internet for quotes about America. It reinforced my core beliefs about my country. I ran across Reagan’s farewell address as he prepared to leave the presidency. I know revisionists have tried to cast aspersions on President Reagan but I lived through his time where he reinvigorated America by reminding us who we are. My fervent hope is another great communicator will emerge from the political rubble that Trump will leave behind.

We struggle with immigration issues because people want to come here. While I know that is simplistic, but it is a bone deep truth that has existed for more than 200 years now. People come here because they believe in a future for their children. I know there are smarmy social justice warriors (especially Western Europeans) who exist solely to criticize and point out our shortcomings. I still believe in America, not only as a country, but as an idea. Yeah, it’s a messy place, currently tearing at itself as political differences are constantly invigorated by the relentless internet traffic (a lot of instigated from Moscow and Tehran). They will fail eventually because we are Americans first, before all our differences are taken in account. Enemies throughout our history have mistaken our internal arguing as a weakness and have paid the price when our glowering, united attention focuses on them.

If you have friends who you have distanced yourself from because they do not agree with you politically, then you need to take a long look at yourself. I have a bunch of friends I do not agree with about everything, politics and otherwise, but that doesn’t mean I don’t cherish them as friends. Ask yourself if you are better off hearing only from people who agree with you about everything. People are not unworthy simply because they don’t agree with you politically. Of course, this does not apply to the fanatics on either end of the spectrum but they are a noisy, self-important but still small percentage of the population that will eventually be shouted down by the majority. I believe in this as I believe in the promise that is America. I wouldn’t have worn the uniform as proudly as I did for all those years if I didn’t. Happy Birthday America, I love you still.

As I said, I was searching for quotes and decided to include a bunch of them that speak to the America I believe in a lot more eloquently than I ever could:

“People in power are trying to convince us that the villain in our American story is each other. But that is not our story. That is not who we are. That's not our America. Our United States of America is not about us versus them. It's about we the people!” - Camila Alves

From President Reagan’s farewell address:

“The lesson of all this was, of course, that because we're a great nation, our challenges seem complex. It will always be this way. But as long as we remember our first principles and believe in ourselves, the future will always be ours.” 

``We the People'' tell the government what to do; it doesn't tell us. ``We the People'' are the driver; the government is the car. And we decide where it should go, and by what route, and how fast. Almost all the world's constitutions are documents in which governments tell the people what their privileges are. Our Constitution is a document in which ``We the People'' tell the government what it is allowed to do. ``We the People'' are free.” 

“An informed patriotism is what we want. And are we doing a good enough job teaching our children what America is and what she represents in the long history of the world? Those of us who are over 35 or so years of age grew up in a different America. We were taught, very directly, what it means to be an American. And we absorbed, almost in the air, a love of country and an appreciation of its institutions. If you didn't get these things from your family you got them from the neighborhood, from the father down the street who fought in Korea or the family who lost someone at Anzio. Or you could get a sense of patriotism from school. And if all else failed you could get a sense of patriotism from the popular culture. The movies celebrated democratic values and implicitly reinforced the idea that America was special. TV was like that, too, through the mid-sixties.” 

“I've spoken of the shining city all my political life, but I don't know if I ever quite communicated what I saw when I said it. But in my mind it was a tall, proud city built on rocks stronger than oceans, wind-swept, God-blessed, and teeming with people of all kinds living in harmony and peace; a city with free ports that hummed with commerce and creativity. And if there had to be city walls, the walls had doors and the doors were open to anyone with the will and the heart to get here. That's how I saw it, and see it still. And how stands the city on this winter night? More prosperous, more secure, and happier than it was 8 years ago. But more than that: After 200 years, two centuries, she still stands strong and true on the granite ridge, and her glow has held steady no matter what storm. And she's still a beacon, still a magnet for all who must have freedom, for all the pilgrims from all the lost places who are hurtling through the darkness, toward home.” 

And the rest:

"America was built on courage, on imagination and an unbeatable determination to do the job at hand." - Harry S. Truman.

"Where liberty dwells, there is my country." - Benjamin Franklin.

"The price of freedom is eternal vigilance." - Thomas Jefferson.

"No man is entitled to the blessings of freedom unless he be vigilant in its preservation." -Douglas MacArthur

"America is not just a country, it's an idea." - Bono

“This is your democracy. Make it. Protect it. Pass it on.” - Thurgood Marshall

Duty, honor, country. Those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be.” - Douglas MacArthur

“Those who expect to reap the blessings of freedom, must, like me, undergo the fatigue of supporting it.” - Thomas Paine

“I am an American; free born and free bred, where I acknowledge no man as my superior, except for his own worth, or as my inferior, except for his own demerit.” —Theodore Roosevelt

“The essence of America—that which really unites us—is not ethnicity, or nationality or religion - it is an idea - and what an idea it is: That you can come from humble circumstances and do great things.” —Condoleezza Rice

“Americans never quit. We never surrender. We never hide from history. We make history.” —John McCain

“The fate of America cannot depend on any one man. The greatness of America is grounded in principles and not on any single personality.” —Franklin Roosevelt

“I love America more than any other country in this world, and, exactly for this reason, I insist on the right to criticize her perpetually.” —James Baldwin

“I say to you that our goal is freedom, and I believe we are going to get there because however much she strays away from it, the goal of America is freedom.” —Martin Luther King Jr.

“This [nation] will remain the land of the free only so long as it is the home of the brave.” —Elmer Davis

“We’re blessed with the opportunity to stand for something—for liberty and freedom and fairness. And these are things worth fighting for, worth devoting our lives to.” —Ronald Reagan

“Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe to assure the survival and the success of liberty.” —John F. Kennedy

“Democracy is worth dying for, because it’s the most deeply honorable form of government ever devised by man.” - Ronald Regan

“Patriotism is supporting your country all the time and your government when it deserves it.” - Mark Twain

Four movies fell in the A-Z watch, all keepers: Pulp Fiction – Tarantino’s magnus opus, probably most quotable movie ever, one of best movies ever made; Punisher (2004) – weak effort by making hero seem too sensitive; Punisher War Zone (2008) – all that is fixed in the reboot with Titus Pullo tearing heads off; Push – interesting take on superhero powers with Chris Evans playing against type.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------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

Tuesday, July 1, 2025

Snuck Up Upon

I’m going to rail against something that’s been brothering me for a few years now. I spent my entire Army career training not to be surprised by unseen foes. Understandably, they took that very seriously. Especially in the infantry where basic recruits are drilled on not letting anybody sneak up on you and it becomes second nature to those more seasoned. That’s why I’m more than a little angry at myself. I’ve violated this cardinal rule of a career infantryman. I’m old. Age is fairly insidious as I was happily bouncing along thinking of myself as middle aged, until my Cantankerous Friend (older than me by the way) called me out and reminded me that I was, in fact, a senior citizen.

I feel like the Patrick Wilson character from Insidious. I’ve had this demon lurking behind me while I blissfully, if less spryly, navigate through life. I should have known better. It seemed almost sudden that getting up from the floor after playing with the granddaughters was increasingly difficult (honestly, having grandchildren should have been my first clue). The body certainly has been sending me messages: two bouts with cancer, a knee that doesn’t let me run any more, and a balky foot. I thought I was fine, even if I have to lean against something to put my pants on. I’m not going to say it’s unfair because I’ve had a good run at it, more fun and luck than is perfectly legal.

Age Lurking Behind Me
I’m also not going to acquiesce to my advanced years. I’m going to keep boogie boarding, pub crawling, dancing, partying, and hiking in the woods with the granddaughters as long as they’ll have me. If I’ve learned anything in my now acknowledged many years, it is, since we only get this one life, you’ve got to enjoy it as long as possible. I may not be as dignified as I am expected to be for someone almost 70 years old, but dignity should be defined by yourself, not some societal expectation.

So, I’ll continue to travel, even if planning will involve locating convenient bathrooms along the way. In other words, while I acknowledge that certain aspects of getting old can’t be ignored (see last sentence), I’m having too much fun to worry about it. Luckily, I’m surrounded by friends and family who think likewise. This isn’t a new concept for me, I guess. All those years ago I named this blog after a passage from my favorite poem (excerpt below). I’m going to continue to rage.


Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Two movies fell in the A-Z watch, both keepers: The Prophecy – hasn’t aged well but, c’mon, Christopher Walken as an evil angel and Aragorn as the devil!; The Protégé – completely awesome action flick with the completely awesome Maggie Q

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------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