Where to Next?

My insane travel schedule, is slowing down.  11 trips in the first six months of this year.  So far I only have four in the second half of the year.  My next trip is Texas.

Where are you off to next?

Love the one you are with

Technology

In many ways I was an early adopter, I bought my first home computer in the early 80's, my first cell phone in 1996, my first blackberry in 2005, a smart phone in 2010.  I have owned more Windows machines than I can count, there are four windows laptops taking up space under my desk at home.  I am on my second Chromebook, I have not been as happy with this one as the first one.  I pre-ordered the first Kindle Fire, and I have been almost exclusively a Kindle reader for a decade.  

In January my 14 month old Windows desk top ate it's hard drive.  In a moment of frustration, I went out and bought the biggest desktop Apple makes.  It has taken some time to figure out, there are still things that are frustrating about it, and seemingly unchangeable.  I love the huge size (27inches.) A month ago I bought an I-Pad with a keyboard case to be my travel computer.  I have made a couple of trips with it.  There are a few things it won't do, it does not play well with Blogger, I have not tried to print from it.  But I like it. It is the best portable I have ever worked with, fast, easy to work with.  It weighs next to nothing, the combination of touch screen and keyboard work well (despite Apple recently saying that computer users don't interact well with touch screens.) It holds a charge well.  

Are you Windows, Apple, or something else? 

Slow Down

Slow down, we eat to fast, we drive to fast, we drink to fast, we communicate to fast.  We are rushing through life.  Stop and smell the roses, slow down and see the world anew.  

I can remember the first time I ordered Tapas, I was upset because it didn't come out fast enough, or in the order I ordered it.  Tapas, is slow food, it arrives when it is ready, in the order it happens to come out.  Tapas is from a different culture, a culture that moves at a different pace.  I have learned to enjoy it, I fixed dinner that way recently.  

Am I learning something?  Can you teach an old dog new tricks? 

The Way We Were Wednesday

This was taken in the school newspaper office at Titusville High School in Titusville, Florida in probably 1975.  I am looking at this and thinking of the things that would need to be explained to anyone under the age of 25.  The machine with the keyboard, is an IBM Selectronic Typewriter - it was state of the art. It had no memory, no spell check and produced just one printed copy.  The bottle to the left was White-Out, you used that to cover mistakes on the printed page, so you could type over them.  The box to his right is a radio.  The bold pattern behind his back, is the teachers pants - very stylish (the teacher Jack McCoy died suddenly last year - he was in his early 70's, I miss his Facebook posts.) Yes that is a massive leather watch band, with a watch that had to be manually wound each day. Oh, and the hair, if you were cool you had lots and lots of hair.  And the shirt collar, you had to live in the 70's to understand. 

What would you need to explain from your high school pictures? 

A Couple of Hours or All Day

Back in late March I added a couple of days onto a trip to the west coast and rented a car to explore the coast.  I kept asking people about travel along the coast, things like how long will it take to drive from San Francisco to Pebble Beach.  I kept getting answers about the fastest way, 90 minutes by expressway if the traffic is moving (it is about 100 miles.) I kept trying to explain that I wanted to take the slow road along the coast, I just wanted to be sure that I would have plenty of time for a leisurely drive.  I found no one who had taken all day, to drive what can be done in a couple of hours or less.  I did, stopping along the way every time I wanted to.  I am so glad I did, I saw so much.  

We rush through life, taking the most efficient route, because we can.  Sometimes we need to take the least efficient route, because we can.  

When was the last time you took the slow route? (If you can't remember, it has been too long.) 

Happy Monday

Gay Pride Month - the Sunday Five

Castro Street in San Francisco, one of the most famous gayborhoods in the United States.  June is Gay Pride month.  So let's try five questions:

1: When was the first time you met someone you knew was LGBT?
2: Have you been to a same-sex marriage? 
3: Do you own a rainbow flag? 
4: Have you had the opportunity to vote for an LGBT candidate? 
5: Have you ever taken part in a gay pride parade or protest?

My answers: 
 1: When was the first time you met someone you knew was LGBT? In high school, Phil he is an attorney in the Detroit area now. I was so far in the closet I never said anything, but I was okay hanging out with him. 
2: Have you been to a same-sex marriage?  I don't get invited to many weddings, but I guess mine counts. 
3: Do you own a rainbow flag? A couple of them.
4: Have you had the opportunity to vote for an LGBT candidate?  Yes, a friend in Kentucky - he was in the state Senate and is now a judge. 
5: Have you ever taken part in a gay pride parade or protest? The first was a pride parade or two in Orlando, about 7 years ago I was part of a marriage equality protest march here in DC. 

Your answers in the comments please, 

Sitting Around

Three years ago, we bought two big leather "power" recliners for the living room.  I referred to them as the electric chairs, the mechanism for titling forward and back was electrified. We are not that lazy, the chairs were the most comfortable we could find, and comfort is important at our age.  

Before you get swept up in power recliners, let me tell you about a couple of drawbacks.  The chairs move at their speed, when Fed-Ex is ringing the doorbell with a package that requires a signature and you are trying to get out of the chair to get to the door in time before the driver disappears taking the long awaited delivery with her, you have no control over how fast the chair moves.  Then there is the issue of the mechanical system, when it fails, you either can't get it up, or can't get it down -the foot rest that is.  One of them failed recently, up.  The new chairs were delivered on Wednesday, no more electric chairs for me.  

Behind the Scenes

There are two sides to many things, the facade and behind the scenes.  People are like that, we seldom know what is happening beneath the surface. A few times I got a glimpse behind the magic at Disney - seeing what keeps the place ticking.  As complicated as the surface may be, oft times things are much more complicated below the surface.  

We have all seen pictures of Tower Bridge in London, a symbol of the city.  Many of us have crossed it, maybe watched it open for boats to pass.  The picture above was taken behind the scenes in the massive machine rooms that operate the mechanism to raise and lower the bridge.  If only it was that easy to see behind the scenes of people.  

Are you more complicated behind the scenes? 

Going Back Again

Many places I travel to once, for some - once is enough.  Other places keep repeating, some draw me back time and time again.  San Francisco is a city I enjoy revisiting, I am headed back there again soon (I'll tell you about it when I get back.) I don't often have a choice of where I am going, but I jump at the opportunity to repeat some places. 

What draws me back? 

• Natural beauty, I remember waking up one morning in deepest Appalachia,  I had arrived after dark the night before for an early morning presentation.  I looked out my hotel room window to the most spectacular view of Elkhorn Lake.  San Francisco has a lot of those views. 
• Great architecture,  buildings that are fun to look at, and exciting to explore.  
• Interesting and intelligent people. 
• Diverse people, we live in an increasingly global world, I like that. 
• Great food.  If I want to eat at the top 10 national chains, I can do that in my neighborhood, I like to find something different. 

What do you look for in a place that draws you back? 

The Way We Were Wednesday

Wonderful eyes, expressive, glancing back at me.  Tight pants, this would have been in the mid-70's.  There is a camera case on the table, most likely yearbook, graphics arts or journalism class. The image is a little flat on contrast, the whites are not white enough, but who cares, the Eyes have it.  

Do you think he aged well?

Toronto

I had a great time in Toronto.  The weather was delightful, highs in the 70's lows around 60.  The airport is large, and very international, but easy to navigate. There is an express train from the airport to the city center - it makes two stops, makes the run in a predictable 25 minutes and runs every 15 minutes.  The Sheraton hotel was nice, the room nice and fluffy.  The food was good, the service polite.  Above is the view from my room.  

The place felt foreign, and everyone spoke English.  The money was different, at the current exchange rate the prices are not bad.  

The only thing that surprised, me was the number of men literally sleeping on the sidewalk.  

It was only my second visit to Toronto, I would like to go back. 

Have you been to Toronto? 

Not a Wombat!

About 15 years ago, J and I went to Canada.  Traveling with us was Rodney our Wombat.  He is a very good traveling companion, quiet and well behaved, perpetually curious.  I had him tucked under my arm as we walked in a Hilton Hotel, the doorman made a remark, that it was Canada I didn't need to bring a Beaver with me, they have plenty of them.  I pointed out, that Rodney didn't have buck teeth and a flat tail, Wombat not Beaver.  I was very tempted to buy the beaver above, in case I need to point out the obvious differences in anatomy between a wombat and a beaver.

So, am I crazy or just fun?

Tasty

I read a book a couple of years ago that explained that evolution or human history, predisposes us to crave, fat, sugar, and salt.  Any food that provides these, most of us have a natural liking for.  My forbidden foods posting the other day drew some never me comments (I expected that.) I should create a list of forbidden foods I want to try before I die.  For today, the Sunday five, some simpler food questions. 

1: Eggs, firm or runny yolks? 
2: French fried potatoes, tomato catchup, mayonnaise, or vinegar and salt? (above, poutine eggs Benedict - yum!) 
3: Steak, rare, medium or well done?
4: Shrimp, grilled or fried? 
5: A martini, vodka or gin? 

My answers:
1: Poached eggs, firm or runny yolks? Runny - barely warm.
2: French fried potatoes, tomato catchup, mayonnaise, or vinegar and salt? (above, poutine eggs Benedict - yum!) Any of the above or just salt. 
3: Steak, rare, medium or well done?  Rare - I only learned to enjoy this the last few years - I was raised on over cooked
4: Shrimp, grilled or fried? either 
5: A martini, vodka or gin? Yes please 

Your answers in the comments. 

Why Do I Let The Crazies in My Life?

There are a few people in my life, that are very difficult to be around.  Some of them have a negative outlook on life, a few believe every conspiracy theory, a couple have vastly different political views from mine.  Way back in college I took a class in persuasion theory,  the take away from that class, was don't engage the crazies, you will seldom change their point of view. 

It is easy enough in this day and age to simply block the crazies.  With the click click or two I can delete the bookmark, or unfriend.  And I have done that from time to time, but I let the crazies back in.  

Why?  It is not like I need help keeping my blood pressure up.  I let them in, because to fully understand the issues, I need to hear all sides.   If I never understand the other side, I will never be able to counter it.  The craziest of the crazies, only know one side of an issue, if I block the opposite side, I would be just as crazy as the people I think are crazy.   

How do I live with them?  I don't engage them.  I read or listen and seldom if ever comment.  

Do you let the crazies in?

Crown

Heavy is the head that wears the crown.  Travel penguin has always been a bit of a diva, the queen of the traveling penguins.  

Who is your favorite queen? 

Police

For most of us, our first encounter with the police, is a traffic ticket.  My first one was for passing some old fart going about 10 miles per hour, in a no-passing zone, not noticing that the motorcycle behind me had blue lights in the faring. I deserved it, I paid it, I vowed to be more patient. Living in DC, and driving very little, I have become much more patient.  Or maybe it is just the mellowing of approaching old age.  

Back in my days working for home builders, I was frequently the one that discovered and reported construction site theft.  I recall being rattled the first time.  There was the time the alarm system in the office went off in the middle of the night, I lived nearby and heard it.  I pulled some pants on, called the police and drove the quarter mile to the office.  When I pulled up the police were standing inside looking out.  I said the most logical thing, if I am going to find someone here at 2:00 in the morning, you are the person I want to find.  I proceeded to get read the riot act, one of my colleagues had left the door unlocked, the police were checking the building, grabbed a door handle, the door opened and set off the alarm.  He was not happy!  

Another time when that alarm went off, I went back there and staggering around in then briefest of brief underwear was a neighbor of mine, a local radio personality, so drunk he could barely stand up.  I drove him to his house, getting him out of sight before the police arrived.  He said he was trying to get into the office to see if we had beer in the refrigerator.  I saved him from an arrest for drunk and disorderly.  When I filed the police report, I didn't tell the officers that I had found a drunk celebrity trying to get in before they got there.  The doors were locked, nothing disturbed, just a false alarm.  I don't think I have ever told anyone about that, it happened in 1983 - I only owned that house about 16 months.  

What is your police story? 

The Way We Were Wednesday

My father was a licensed pilot.  It was his hobby.  Photography was my hobby.  I took some pictures from a plane one day, people saw them and started asking us to take a picture of their farm. I discovered a way to make money.  I paid for the air time, Dad flew, I took the pictures, the profits paid for several thousand dollars in professional camera equipment in just a couple of years.  

The two shots above are from 1975.  The airplane was a mid size twin, at the local airport.  It was owned by a musician with a group called Grand Funk Railroad, his mother lived near the airport and he would drop in from time to time.  The lower image is North Branch, Michigan.  The track was at the old school complex, the school buses are parked just right of center all in neat rows.  The Food-Locker building was still standing (it burned to the ground in the mid 70's.) I was raised about three miles southwest of there, a mile and a half from the nearest paved road. 

Did you have a profitable teenage hobby? 

Line of the Week

I recently finished a book about a train wreck in Thaxton, Virginia in 1889.  In a massive storm, the tracks washed out from under the train, sending it plunging into a creek. There were an unknown number of fatalities that night, the records of who was on the train were consumed in the fire that followed the disaster. There were survivors of the tragedy, some trapped in the wreckage. Several women were struggling to get out of the remains of a Pullman car, W.J. Barksdale was the first to reach them.  The ladies pleaded to not be left behind, he responded, "I will not leave, ladies until I see all safe, I am a Virginian."  

The code of honor, helping others, assuring that others are safe - human values.  We need more people like this.  I wonder if he was related to my law school classmate Ian Barksdale?